Prompt: “What kind of person actually get’s a horse drawn sleigh?”
Word Count: 427
Requester: Anonymous
“I got one more surprise for you,” Bruce smiled as the two of you got up from the table.
“Bruce, seriously? You first bring me my favorite flowers which I don’t even remember telling you about, same for the restaurant I’ve been dying to try which is way too nice of a place for a first date so now what? You’ve already swept me off my feet,” you told him, wrapping one of your arms around his.
You had thought Bruce was joking the first time he asked you out. He never really seemed interested you, the camera was on so you laughed it off and told him no. It wasn’t until Elyse pulled you aside and told you he was being serious that you went back and asked if the offer was still on the table. You had never seen Bruce so giddy and that was saying a lot.
“Well, I just want to lock down that second date as best I can,” he told you.
“Seriously, what else could you do? Helicopter? Horse drawn sleigh?” you laughed as Bruce led you outside.
He gave you a nervous smile as the two of you paused.
“What?” you asked. Your question was quickly answered with a whinny. You tore your gaze from Bruce and your jaw dropped as you saw the horse drawn carriage. “You didn’t?”
Bruce laughed nervously, “Well, it’s not a sleigh since you know it doesn’t snow around here but” He held up a finger and let go of you to jump in the carriage. He fiddled around until a machine started to whir and snow bubbles started to shoot into the air. Bruce jumped back down and gave you a nervous smile, “Too much?”
“Way,” you laughed but it was totally Bruce to go over the top. He frowned and you quickly asked, “But you know what?”
He looked up hopefully and you took the chance to plant your lips on his. Bruce instantly smiled into the kiss, wrapping an arm around your waist.
As you pulled back you told him, “Second date secured and third and forth and I think you get the idea.”
“Oh, yeah,” Bruce smiled and pressed his lips to yours once more.
“One promise though,” you began.
“Name it,” you laughed as he flashed you another smile.
“I completely love all this but next date. Pizza and sweatpants,” you bargained.
Bruce laughed, “You got it. Third date champagne and caviar though?”
You knew he was joking and you wrapped pulled yourself closer, “Duh. And lobster. Only the finest.”
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“Adam,” you groaned “What did you do?”
You walked up the stairs, pulling the last person you wanted to be attached to behind you. Your fingers were interlocked and glued together through magic. You couldn’t remove your hand from Bruce’s no matter how much you wanted to. There was also a pulling in your chest that wanted to face him and get closer to him. Luckily, you were able to fight that feeling off.
“I, uh- I may have cast a little spell to-” he froze as he turned to look at you except for the smile growing from his lips.
“Yeah, no shit,” Bruce grumbled from beside you. “What did you do? Cast a spell to make us play nice? How long is this going to last? I have things to do.”
You looked over at him, “Not that I don’t want out of this but you were playing video games when this happened. I don’t think you have that important of a job to do.”
Adam cleared his throat and both of you looked at him expectantly. He was trying his best not to laugh as he explained, “I cast a spell on Y/N and only Y/N it was to help her find her true love.”
“You what?!” you shouted as Bruce just made a face of confusion.
Adam shrugged, “You seemed down about being single and I wanted to test myself. Don’t look at me just because you don’t like the outcome.” He put out the fire under the cauldron and grabbed his spell book and added one more thing as he passed by, “By the way, only way to end the spell is with true love’s kiss.”
You and Bruce were silent for a moment and looked at each other. You realized the tugging in your chest, trying to pull you closer was centered at where your heart was.
“I’m not kissing you,” you finally blurted out.
“Good. I don’t want your nasty lips on me. Now come on. I have a coven to run,” and will that Bruce pulled you out of the room.
You thought the spell would wear down but honestly the longer you were taking to kiss Bruce the harder it was to resist the pull in your chest. It was when you were in the kitchen arguing over what to make for dinner that the pull became too strong.
Suddenly, like a magnet, you felt the tug until you were chest to chest with Bruce. The action was so sudden that you would have fallen over except he managed to place a hand on your back and steady you both.
“We can’t keep working like this,” you sighed in defeat.
Bruce seemed to mull something over for a moment before muttering, “Agreed.”
You looked at each other, daring one another to make the first move but neither of you would. After staring at one another for a minute Bruce finally decided to throw caution to the wind and leaned down and kissed you.
You wanted too much to hate it but fireworks went off. The pulling in your chest stopped and you were able to let go of his hand but Bruce just used his now free hand to cup your face and get a better angle. You wrapped your arms around his neck, slowly feeling all the negativity you had towards him once wash away and get replaced with warmer ones.
Ska music. Hopefully, you’re a fan and if not Bruce will teach you some sweet dance moves
Him being the first to volunteer to take his shirt off where ever you go. Not that, that’s a bad thing except that one time you get kicked out a restaurant.
He’s always up to speed with you. No matter how long you need or how quick you want to go he’s willing to go whatever pace you need.
He’ll get irrationally angry at the smallest things. He never takes it out on you though and you tend to be the only one who can calm him down.
After drunk gaming and even during he gets real cuddly with you and will babble on all the things he loves about you.
On bad days of yours, he will be extra goofy, making faces, playing up antics just to see you smile and hear you laugh
“Oh, you’re so dead,” you smirked, slamming the button on your controller harder out of excitement.
“What?! No! No fair!” Bruce jumped up in protest looking from you to the screen, moving closer until he actually blocked your view.
You stood and tried to shove Bruce out of the way, “I said no dirty play!”
“I didn’t say anything,” Bruce sang as he began to attack you.
You took a brief moment to glare at him before a wicked idea came to you. You quickly reached over and ran your fingers over Bruce’s side, knowing it was pretty sensitive. He squealed and jumped, trying to move from your reach. You braved the move again and he let out a high pitch noise. It was just enough to give you the advantage and finally defeat him.
“Yes!” you cheered, throwing your hands up.
“You cheated!” Bruce whined.
“You started it,” you reminded.
He frowned then he noticed you with your arms raised and went in for the attack.
“Bruce! No!” you squealed and pleaded as his fingers attacked your sides. Your controller dropped to the floor as you started to double over in laughter.
“Bruce, yes!” he cried, leading you back to the couch so he could assault your sides with his fingers even further.
You were a complete fit of giggles and under the mercy of Bruce.
“Admit it! I won!” Bruce shouted.
You shook your head and managed to squeak out, “S-sore l-looser.”
Bruce moved closer and higher up to get a better spot. A new wave of laughter hit you as he asked, “What was that?”
“You- you w-win!” you giggled out.
Bruce let up and let you catch your breath.
“Butthead,” you smirked as you finally got enough air.
He leaned down and moved back into the tickling position. It was then you both realized how close your faces were and how Bruce was practically straddling you.
You flushed, “I-”
Honestly, you had no idea what to say. It only took one quick glance of yours down to Bruce’s lips and he ate up the invitation. His lips were on yours.
To be honest, both of you had thought about this moment for a long time now. Neither of you ever had the guts to admit it out loud but in such a perfect moment you both had to finally take advantage of it.
You pulled Bruce closer as his hands cupped your cheeks. You both seemed to pour your heart into the kiss not wanting it to end.
You were the first one to pull away though, needing air, still winded from your laughter earlier.
“Who won that one?” you asked slyly with a big grin on your face.
Bruce chuckled, “I definitely won that one.”
“Mmm, yeah. You won that one,” you teased.
“Hey! I am a prize!” he shouted.
You shook your head at him, “No doubt about that. Round two?”
Bruce simply answered by dipping back down and capturing your lips with his once more.
Could you do a super fluffy fakehaus!Bruce x Reader with the TØP cover of I Can't Help Falling In Love with You? Maybe where like, at first he was afraid to feel anything for her because he doesn't want to involve her in his fucked up lifestyle, or endanger her in any way, but eventually he can't deny his feelings and he works up the strength to tell her. (Not just his feelings, but everything about his life, and he fully expects her to run, but she doesn't.)
A/N: If you haven’t heard the song, even if you’re not reading the fic I strongly recommend a listen. It’s one of my personal favorites.
Word Count: 921
Song: Can’t Help Falling In Love by Twenty One Pilots
Bruce rolled over as soon as he woke up so he could watch you sleep. You’d be awake in a few minutes. You never failed to wake up shortly after him no matter what time it was or how still he was. The only times you didn’t wake up right after him was the times you woke up first.
As if on queue your eyes fluttered open to see Bruce watching you with a dopey smile on his face. It wasn’t often you got to see him like this because he was normally straight-laced and all business but the quiet moments with just the two of you he often seemed like a lovesick puppy. You couldn’t blame him though. The feeling was mutual.
“What did I do to deserve you?” he asked, brushing his fingers across your cheek.
You pressed your hand on top of his, holding him there so you could turn your head and kiss his palm. You knew his question was rhetorical so you just continued to lay there, enjoying his company when the words slipped from your mouth, “I love you.”
Those three words were the first time either of you had said them to the other. You didn’t fret though until the moment you saw the color drain from Bruce’s face.
You sat up suddenly, stuttering, “I-I- That’s was too early wasn’t it. You placed your head in your hands and couldn’t even look at Bruce.
Bruce was quick and gentle as he sat up and pulled you into his arms, “Hey. Shh. Please don’t be sorry. This is my fault. I didn’t want it to get this far with you.” He gave a heavy sigh, “I was never supposed to fall in love with you and you most certainly never suppose to fall right back.”
At this, you pulled away and looked up to him, “What did you say?”
“I love you. I have for a long time,” Bruce laid it out.
You shoved his shoulder and moved back in his arms, “And I’m the first one saying it? You ass.”
His lips teased at a smile before they fell back to a stony expression, “Once I fell I was supposed to break up with you.” Your blood ran cold at the statement, you couldn’t imagine life without Bruce at this point. “I couldn’t though. The thought of it alone hurt too much.”
He took a breath and you knew there was more to the story, “Bruce?”
“I have some things to tell you and I don’t think you’ll take them well. I understand if it changes things but I already let this go too far once. I can’t do that again.”
Your face fell to one of concern as you moved out of his arms so you could sit facing him on the bed.
You nodded and he continued, “I’m a bad man. Well, not bad but not good. No angel like you.” You rolled your eyes at the statement but other then that continued to listen, “I do bad things. You asked what I did for work once. I told you I did some trading. I do. Just not legally or with permission and it’s mostly one-sided trading.”
“What exactly do you do?” you finally asked.
“You watch the news right?” he questioned and you nodded, “You’ve seen those people doing the big heists?”
Your eyes widened, “You’re a Fake?”
“Yes and no. Not the ones you’re thinking of. I’m actually the boss of the lesser known Fakehaus,” he explained.
You were quiet as you soaked it all in. Finally, you asked, “Have you ever killed anyone?” His silence was enough of an answer, “You steal things?” He wouldn’t look you in the eye. “Drag me into any of it?”
“It’s how we met. Your bakery was a hideout. Best decision I ever made,” he peeked up at you.
“Do anything you thought was wrong or unjust?” you questioned.
Bruce looked up at you then looked away in thought. After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, he finally answered, “I’ve never done anything I personally thought was wrong and the only regret I have is even for a second dragging you into my life.”
“Okay,” you nodded.
“Okay?” he raised an eyebrow as he looked to you.
“I mean it explains the strange bruises and cuts and certainly the trunk full of guns,” you explained.
“You’ve seen my trunk?” he asked.
“Oh, many times,” you winked, “Adam asked me to grab something from it once. Quite a collection.”
“And you weren’t scared?” he was getting more confused by the minute.
You laughed, “In this town. I thought I was the strange one, wielding nothing but a taser.”
“You’re okay with this? With me?” Bruce asked.
“I thought that was clear,” you tilted your head.
“It’s okay to run, to have cold feet,” Bruce encouraged.
You shrugged, “That would require getting out of bed plus if my feet are cold I’ll just use you to warm them up.” You tucked your toes under Bruce’s leg.
“You’re taking this really well,” he scratched his head still baffled.
“Let’s just say for right now I’m hopelessly in love. I’m not scared. Strange enough I feel safer knowing I got you,” you leaned in and kissed his cheek.
“You’ve got one thing right,” he nodded, pulling you into his lap, “You’re a strange one.”
“Hey!” you laughed.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, unable to contain his smile, “But I love you too.”
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“you’re the member of this band and you’re promoting your new album and you just came to me to hand me an example but i’m not really a fan of your music but god fucking damn it you’re so hot maybe i can buy one just to try” au This is screaming for a Tommy Steale/Sex Swing fic.
“So did you catch our set?” a gruff voice asked as you noticed someone taking a seat next to you.
You turned to see the long haired blond that had taken the seat next to you. You were about to open your mouth to tear into his band that played fake instruments when he brushed a few of his locks out of his face and your froze before melting into a total flirt, “I actually did. So you just sort of drum to other people’s music?”
“Sometimes we even play our own music,” he took the drink he ordered from the bartender and downed it in one go.
“Oh, really?” you asked, leaning forward to show off a little cleavage.
“Nah. I was just joking. Sometimes I like to pretend we write the songs though when we play them,” he nodded so confident in himself. “Want to buy an album?”
“You have albums?” you asked unsure.
“Oh yeah. They surprisingly don’t sell very well,” he shrugged. You started to turn away slowly getting disinterested the more he spoke no matter how hot he was until he spoke up once more, catching your attention for good. “Want to have hot, crazy stranger sex in the bathroom?”
