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may we have some headcanons for the x men where the reader’s powers are shapeshifting and one of their favorite things to do is be a cat and just go around knocking stuff off counters, sitting on laps, laying on their teammates stuff, etc. ?
bonus if they don’t initially realize that the cat is (name.)
yes this is so cute oh my god😭i feel like such a broken record apologizing for late posting, but i hope it's okay it's so late!
- i think that there's so much potential for this, and i think it starts with you being a hesitant arrival. you carry a lot of characteristics as a cat, a little stand offish and needing someone to prove to you that you can trust them. although you feel that having a group like the x-men would allow you to be yourself and feel fully free.
- but you're cautious, spending your first few weeks getting to know everyone in the mansion. in those weeks, you would spend some of the nights wandering around the mansion in your cat form. the mansion knew of your shapeshifting abilities, what they didn't know was that you were mostly an animal shapeshifter (loving to be in your cat form the most) - they expected you to be a mostly human shifter.
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Anonymous asked:
Could I request headcanons for Nightcrawler reacting to mutant gn crush who can hide their presence please?
i'm so sorry you've had to wait so long for this, i hope you enjoy them, and that they were worth the wait!
- kurt was wandering around the school gardens when you had approached near his area. he didn't recognize who you were, indicating you were a potential new student or teacher. he looks at how you timidly gaze at the variety of different parts of the school round you when following charles around.
- charles catches his thoughts of curiosity, and brings you over to him and introduces the two of you, asking if kurt could take over the rest of the tour, using and excuse of helping out some rowdy studnets. he knows that kurt is always curious about new people and trusted him to give you a good rest of the tour, giving you some pointers that he wouldn't know.
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Anonymous asked:
Could I request headcanons for Gambit, Wolverine, Deadpool, Nightcrawler and poly! Wolverine and Deadpool reacting to being under a mistletoe with his gn crush who reassured him that he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to please?
oh absolutely, that's adorable!
charles had decided to put on a small christmas party for the students of xavier's school. he wanted to lift morale, and he decided to be a little funny by hanging up mistletoe - wanting to try and set up some of his students up with each other. pretty much setting up you and your man, as you both meet under the mistletoe.
remy
- he's such a tease about it, winking and wiggling his eyebrows. it's not until you actually start back pedaling, trying to give him an out to kissing you, that he gets a little more serious about it.
- "you know i wanna kiss you, chere." he says, pulling you in close. you're still nervous, having had a crush on him for a while, but unsure if he felt the same about you. so you had tried to back out of the kiss, but it's apparent that remy feels otherwise as well. he wanted you, and boy does that make you nervous.
- he kisses you softly, and you thread your hands through his soft hair. you pull yourself away, panting slightly hard. "you don't know how long i've been waiting to do that." you whisper between you, enjoying the way he kisses you.
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home (is wherever you are tonight)
pairing james buchanan "bucky" barnes x female reader
summary favourite super soldier and member of the thunderbolts* is secretly married to you... and his teammates don't know. i mean, they find out, but that's the story PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ I PROMISE IT'S GOOD
content & warnings female reader in late 20s/early 30s, reader is chill asf, ALPINE!!!!, fluff, pet names, mild swearing, mentions of injuries, bad humour bc i'm not funny, PROOFREAD TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY :)))
word count 1.8k
author says bucky's wife? no. bucky's SECRET wife LETS GO title is from apple pie / lizzy mcalpine but there's no relation between the song and the fic really.. like and rb and follow if you like plz
*new avengers??
"honey, i'm home."
keys in his right hand, flowers in his left. alpine rubs up against his legs, tail curling around them. she's purring; he can feel it even through the thick fabric of his jeans. and then you walk in, and it's like everything changes, becomes brighter. he relaxes, a soft smile making its way onto his face.
"hey, james," you say. you're covered in flour — literally — there's some on your forehead and a little bit on your knee, too, peeking out from under your shorts. "i'd hug you, but—"
you display your hands and the chunks of cookie dough on them.
he shrugs, putting the flowers down on a side table before coming over to you. ignoring your scandalised cry of his name, he hooks two fingers through your belt loops and pulls you in to kiss you.
"the flour!" you complain once you (unwillingly) pull away.
"shh, look," he raises his arms in surrender, taking a step back to show you his perfectly fine, flour-less jacket. "there's nothing. didn't get any on me. see?"
his expression is almost the usual deadpan, but you've known him long enough to see the triumph in the corners of his lips and the creases of his eyes.
"fine, you win," you sigh. "i'll be in the kitchen, if you even care."
"be there soon," comes the reply from your bedroom.
when bucky returns, dressed in an old t-shirt and sweats, you're at the kitchen counter, having gotten rid of most of the flour. you're scrolling social media idly, waiting for your cookies to be done, so you don't notice his presence until he sits down beside you and takes your left hand. "no ring?"
you shake your head. "i was scared of losing it down the sink or something, so i put it in the safe before i started."
"sweet," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the empty place where your wedding band usually sits.
"don't make me blush, barnes," you say flatly, and he laughs. god, you love that sound.
"thanks," he smirks, and now you're actually blushing, because did you really say that out loud?
"'sokay," he tells you, still with that horrible smug look on his face. "love you too."
it's so weird, how he still makes you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush even after three and a half years of marriage, a shared apartment, and a first child (alpine). despite the fact that you met him well after high school. and when you were in high school, he was still a mind-controlled killing machine. not anymore though— now he's your perfect-boyfriend-husband-machine, and, more importantly, only your perfect-boyfriend-husband-machine.
your timer beeps, and you get up, slipping your hand away from his. "i hate you. hope you get run over."
"i'd send the car flying before it ever got to me," he argues, and you don't say anything, because you know it's true.
contrary to popular belief, ex-winter soldier bucky barnes does know how to operate modern technology. he has his own phone, too— it's just that he never seems to be using it. so when yelena and ava get home early and do see him on his phone— like on his personal phone, as in on a phone call with someone outside of work, they're understandably curious.
and it's not like they're trying to eavesdrop, but it just so happens that the wind is blowing in their direction, carrying his words over to them, and bucky's never really been a quiet speaker, and they just happened to be nearby—
"yeah," says bucky, staring out into the city. "yeah, no, i'll be home. what? no. baby, i understand, i promise, i'll get you your chocolate. extra large, i know." he laughs — laughs. how uncharacteristic. "you're sweeter, mrs. b. okay. love you, i'll see you soon. bye."
"what?" whispers yelena, surprised.
"i don't fucking know!" ava hisses back, just as taken aback.
behind them, bucky clears his throat, surprisingly calm. "so, when'd the two of you get back?"
ava glances at yelena. maybe he doesn't know.
yelena's brows furrow. he definitely fucking does!!!
"cut it out," says bucky. "the eye communication thing. it's weird as hell."
yelena flashes him her best sincere, non-guilty smile. "i have no idea—"
he cuts her off with an unamused stare. "what'd you hear?"
finally, the girls' shared curiosity bubbles over.
"who were you talking to?" demands ava.
at the same time, yelena asks, "you have a girlfriend?"
bucky sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his finger and his thumb. "i knew this was gonna happen some day."
"what was?" of course. alexei and the rest of the teamcouldn't have picked a better time to enter the equation.
"bucky has a girlfriend!" yelena tells them.
"what?" john and alexei exclaim in unison.
"congrats, man," says bob.
"thanks," bucky responds, turning to him briefly, throwing in a forced, fake smile to prove his sincerity. "but no, i don't have a girlfriend. i'm married."
he sits down, ignoring the shock of the other five.
"s-since when?" john finally manages.
bucky makes a show of counting on his fingers— "three. three and a half."
"and you didn't tell us why?" being the first one to realise what's been going on, yelena has also calmed down the fastest.
silence.
"i compartmentalise," is the excuse he offers them.
john scoffs; ava elbows him in the side. "so when do we meet her?"
"you don't." bucky immediately regrets saying that; the expressions on his teammates' faces (excluding bob, who doesn't seem to be very invested) are enough to make even a seasoned super soldier like him cringe. "maybe some other day."
although the thunderbolts get tired of asking to meet you about a week into knowing that you exist, they're not aware of just how soon it actually ends up happening.
incidentally, the how is also just as unexpected as the when.
yelena groans, spitting out blood and dirt before rolling onto her back. "shit."
"i can't believe we almost lost," ava breathes; beside her, alexei lets out a string of russian curses that makes yelena grimace.
"ew, dad, stop."
john, despite being more roughed up than most of them, is still standing. he helps bucky up from the ground, but bucky stares distractedly at his left arm — which he's holding in his right hand — like it's grown wings. he looks at it for a moment longer before snapping it back into place and rotating it once, like he always does.
"we are not making it back to the tower," wheezes yelena, sounding pained. "i think i broke a couple of ribs."
john nods in agreement. "it's impossible."
"of course it is," bucky sighs. "it's okay, i know a place. find bob, let's go."
"do you now?" yelena asks, suspicious. "where?"
"thought you wanted to meet my wife," he says.
yelena's eyes widen; she sits up straight. "what?"
it's an odd troop that's seen on the street that day, injured superheroes, walking single file.
"hey, baby," says bucky, phone pressed to his ear.
yelena hears the smile in his voice, the way you respond. she's walking close enough to hear both sides of the conversation now, and bucky doesn't seem to care, so she doesn't either.
"you doing okay?" you ask him. "i saw the fight on TV. how's your arm?"
"it's okay, we're okay. look, i need a favour."
"yeah? what's up?" you ask. yelena thinks you sound nice. a little confused right now, but nice.
"the team… uh, we need a place to crash right now and you're closest to where we are."
"oh!" she hears your tinny, digital voice exclaim. "that's totally fine, i'll be waiting!"
you're prettier than yelena expected, she thinks, when you open the door. the comforting scent of freshly baked cookies wafts out around you; it feels like a home.
you introduce yourself, holding a hand out for yelena to shake. she takes it, but a question bursts out of her, a little too quick for her to restrain to be polite. "how did barnes end up someone like you?"
you seem startled, so she hastily adds, "in a good way. i mean, you're so… nice, i can tell already."
"oh." you smile. "you mean how'd i end up with someone like him, right? he's kind of all that and i'm just little old me," you end with a laugh.
bucky nudges your shoulder with his. "c'mon, don't say that. it's not true."
"it is," you insist, closing the door after everyone enters. "you guys can sit in the living room, i'll be over in a sec."
bucky leans in close to you, voice lowered so only you can hear. "you're not just little old you, you're perfect. better than i could ever be."
"oh, james," you sigh. "i could just kiss you right now."
"i would, but—" he gestures at himself.
this time, you're the one ignoring the mess as you pull him down to kiss him.
from the living room, alexei wolf whistles, clapping loudly. "good job, barnes!"
bucky turns around to stare daggers at him, and the noise subsides. "so, how can i help?"
"go sit down, james."
"but i want to help." he's turned on sad puppy mode, giving you the eyes of hopelessness and despair.
"james," you say, more authoritative than before. "go to the living room and sit the fuck down. show them alpine or something. i'll get you guys first aid and fresh clothes and you can order out."
"sounds good, mrs. barnes." he grins at you flirtatiously, like he's not married to you and standing in your shared apartment and like a hundred years old.
"okay, mr. barnes. now go sit down."
"yes ma'am."
"how did you guys even meet?" asks alexei through a mouth full of food. turning to bucky, he adds, "she's very pretty, how did she end up with you?."
"he's joking... i think," is bob's input.
"remember, you're in my house," says bucky, half-stern — but he's not really angry, not when he has you beside him. "and she settled for me because she . me."
"unbelievable," says alexei, and he's about to respond, but he hears your laugh — because apparently you've already made friends with most of his team, talking to them like you've known them forever, alpine in your arms. it feels… surprisingly nice, to be surrounded by all these people. comfort within the chaos. in fact, it's rather freeing, to have these two parts of his life collide. and well, if he's able to have all his family in one room, who is he to disagree?
author says SMASH SMASH SMASH WOOF BARK GRR
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bucky’s cheek is smushed right against yours, the stubble from his face making it so much more satisfying to rub your face against his. his eyes watch your skillful fingers weave yarn in and out between loops and knots, “what’re you making?”
you hum and sigh into him, body melting against his. the navy blue yarn leaves slight indents into the curves of your fingers after hours of crocheting. “i’m making you a sweater! it’s getting colder so i thought you know…” you lift up the half-finished sweater and grin at him.
he de-attaches his cheek from yours to look at you intently, a bemused expression on his face. “you do know that a good portion of my upper body can’t feel cold, right baby?”
you roll your eyes at him and lean your head to relax it onto his shoulder. “no, i didn’t know, you’ll have to remind me again, sergeant barnes.”
you elbow him playfully, “just because some of you can’t feel the cold doesn’t mean the rest of you has to suffer. you deserve to feel warm. so i will be making you this sweater.”
bucky goes quiet at that, taking in your words and slowly digesting them. his head rests against yours, a quiet bubble of comfort being built around the two of you. he thumbs the yarn with his metal hand, twirling a strand around his index finger.
“do you like the color? i thought the navy blue would make your eyes pop more.”
bucky can feel the slow smile spread across his face, you had thought of everything down to the color of the sweater, each thing had meaning when it came to you. “i love it, thank you for making it for me, baby.”
“‘course, love.”
with that, you continue to crochet the yarn, the pool of fabric slowly growing larger and larger in your lap and as you do, bucky’s head slowly gets heavier against yours. soft snores billow out and he’s asleep next to you while you continue with your craft. you press a kiss against his neck - the only expanse of skin you can really access with his head resting against yours.
“sleep well, pretty boy.”
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a cool metal finger prods your cheek as you sleep, “you’re drooling.”
you let out an incomprehensible noise and cuddle further into your pillow, yanking the covers of your head. “go awayy, ‘m so sleepy.”
bucky lets out a flurry of quiet laughter before his body relaxes on top of yours. he’s warm and the feel of his body weight on top of yours is oddly comforting, like a really nicely shaped weighted blanket.
his body curls around yours, over the swath of blankets and you can feel the rise and fall of his chest against you.
he slowly peels away the covers from your face and you screw your eyes closed tighter, trying to hold onto the remaining dregs of sleep you’re allowed. bucky’s flesh hand reaches out to cup your face, the rough pad of his thumb swiping back and forth across your cheekbone.
“g’morning, honey.” he murmurs against your skin, pressing a sweet kiss against your cheek.
he waits a moment before he leans in again and presses a kiss to your chin. then the corner of your lips, the tip of your nose. he trails down and his nose nudges against the warmth of your neck and presses a kiss just under your ear.
you stretch your limbs and slide a hand into his hair, pulling just slightly on his hair before wrapping both arms around his head, cuddling his head close to your neck. he stays there, pressing kiss after kiss against your soft morning skin, each affection laid on you devotingly.
you peek your eyes open at him and the softness and love on his face makes you melt further into sheets. you give him a small peck against his cheek, “morning, love.”
bucky only nuzzles further into the crook of your neck before returning your greeting. “morning, sleepyhead. i love you.”
you card your hands through his hair and giggle at the sudden declaration, “what’s with the sudden confession?”
he looks at you, the love in his face so clearly oozing from every crevice in his body, “just missed you in my dreams is all, honey.”
