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
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.”
“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?”
Did I hear the call for TSFs? How about either Bruce or Jeremy singing to the reader?
“No! Please don’t stop!” you begged as Bruce had just turned around and caught you watching him dance around the kitchen in his boxers, singing at the top of his lungs not having heard you come home.
His eyes were wide but he quickly recovered, “Fine but your joining me. This next one is a duet.”
“Fair enough. Do I need to get undressed as well,” you teased.
“You do not but I highly recommend it,” he replied, holding out a hand to you. You took his hand and he twirled you against him causing a fit of giggles before you started the song with him.
“Bruce! What the hell?!” you were dying of laughter as he made farting noises against your stomach.
“What? You said you didn’t know what it meant to blow a raspberry. I was just demonstrating,” he chuckled along with you but moved back up to snuggle you.
“You’re ridiculous. I hope you know that,” you pointed out.
“And here you are, still dating me,” he grinned at you before moving on to attack your face with kisses.
