i'm the one asking you to do allenbert headcanons.
Thank you, I love you.
Barry: “Where did you put my boots.” Julian, wearing his boots: “Haven’t seen ‘em.”
Barry: “Why’d you steal my chair.” Julian: “Weren’t sitting in it, were you?” Barry: “You have a chair.” Julian: “Yours spins.” Barry: “Any chair spins if you try hard enough.”
Barry, rooting through wallet: “I could’ve sworn I had a twenty in here–” Julian, saluting with coffee: “Thanks for lunch.”
Barry, facedown on floor: “Oh, God, land.” Julian, using Barry’s back as a footrest: “Could you just stay there for three hours? I have to get this report done.” Barry: “If you bring me a pillow.” Julian, deep put upon sigh, leans across couch to scoop one up: “The things I do for you.” Chucks a pillow at Barry’s head. Barry, stuffing pillow under head: “Mmm, I love you.”
Julian: “I’m not a hugger.” Walks up behind Barry for hugs, sits beside him/in his lap for hugs, requires Bad Day hugs, requires Good Day hugs, loves hugs. Julian, scoffing: “I’m a great bedmate.” Snores, kicks, starfishes, steals blankets, sets a loud alarm at obscenely early hour, talks in his sleep, won’t wake up for any reason less urgent than “on fire.”
Barry, curled up in an armchair, reading peacefully. Julian, feigning disinterest, examining clean cup: “What’s that?” Barry: “Book.” Julian, scoffing, walking over: “I’m not a complete moron, thank you.” Leaning over, peering at cover. “Are you – you’re actually reading about dinosaurs, you–” Sliding onto Barry’s lap, picking up book and flipping through it. “Oh my God. I’m dating a nerd.” Barry, wrapping his arms around him: “So, do you like dinosaurs?” Julian, reading it: “Can’t stand them.”
Julian, picking out colognes. Barry, nearby and confused: “You already have like, four.” Julian, spritzing him once, leaning in to take a sniff: “Not for me.” Barry, pouting: “Should I be offended?” Julian, spritzing him once with an incredibly citrusy perfume. “No.”
Julian: “What are you doing?” Barry, crouching on the floor and holding up a hand: “Hang on.” Scoops up invisible something from midair, holding it gingerly in both arms. “Okay. Hold out your arms.” Julian, warily: “Allen, if it bites me–” Barry, rolling his eyes and hugging it closer: “It’s not gonna bite you.” Julian: “Allen–” Warily holding out arms. Barry, opening his arms like he’s handing something off but actually stepping into them for a hug: “Hi.” Julian, face-planting against his shoulder: “You’re such a fucking nerd.”
Bean loves to steal my chair as soon as I get out of it. It’s a spinning office chair, so when he hoists his chubby self up on it, it spins around violently several times and he just goes along for the ride. It cracks me up every time and I’m convinced he does it on purpose 😅😂
Well I have to say based on today i’m cranky I’ll just spend my life with you two- Pass the hanky And there’s no one there to steal my chair and twirl around the floor Wish that I had a girl worth fighting for
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more terrified for my life than when I reached for your coffee,” he laughed.
“I’ve never had someone try to steal my drink right in front of me like that,” you retorted, trying not to smile.
“We have literally identical coffee orders, it was an honest mistake.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, but he smiled wider and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Kind of weird we have the same order,” you said.
“I know, right? It’s like the gods of caffeine intervening or something.”
“You know…I’m just sitting there,” you told him, gesturing to your table in the corner. “If you want to sit for awhile and talk about our unhealthy choices at cafes, you could.”
“Just over here?” Dan asked, walking the few steps to your table and you nodded. He pulled the chair out where you’d been sitting and waited for you, and just before you went to sit, he slid into it and looked to you with a grin.
“Did you just steal my chair?” you asked in mock horror. He looked at you and took a sip of his drink, still smiling. You shook your head and took the seat across from him. “You’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”
(A/N): Anyone else think Insecure Charles xavier is super cute??
Warnings: FLUUUUFFFFFFFF, some insecure Charles
You placed your book down as you began to connect the pieces of this puzzle you were working on. The puzzle being why Charles had been avoiding you like the plague as of late, the man didn’t even want to kiss you anymore. He often spent most times hiding out in his study, avoiding you completely. Whenever you’d come down to see him he’d make up some excuse about how ‘hank needed his help’ or ‘peter’s doing something stupid, I can sense it’. He just hadn’t been the same. But now, sitting here in the dim light of your shared bedroom, you think you’d figured out the mystery.
You immediately wrap your robe around your body and stomp down to Charles’ study. If you’d figured out why he was avoiding you he was being absolutely ridiculous. Grumbling quietly to yourself you slipped down the halls with ease, making sure not to wake any of the students. You reached Charles’ study in less than a minute and without any warning you pushed the doors open. Charles’ didn’t even seemed fazed by your entrance, you merely looked up for a split second before turning his attention back to some of the papers he was grading.
“Charles Xavier,” You hiss as you stomp up to his desk.
“Yes, dear?” He replied smoothly.
“I know why you’ve been avoiding me.” You state as you fold your arms over your chest. Charles looked up at you, his blue eyes boring into yours.
“I haven’t been avoiding you, I’m simply a busy man and sometimes-”
“You’re insecure about your legs.” You reply blatantly. Immediately Charles’ face seems to drop slightly before he quickly turns his attention back to his papers.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” He muttered as he checked off a paper. You sigh softly before hopping up onto his desk, obscuring his view from the papers. “Darling, you’re sitting on my papers and-” He falls silent as you gently cup his face in your hands.
“Stop avoiding me-” You whisper. “Charles, I still love you just as much as I did when you could walk. Nothing’s going to change what I feel for you.” You give him a tender smile as you run your thumb along his cheek. Charles’ sighs as he nuzzles against your hand.
“I can’t help but think I’m not good enough for you. I can’t do the things a normal boyfriend would do.” He whispers as he sweetly kisses your wrist.
“Well Charles, you weren’t exactly a normal boyfriend to begin with.” You joke, causing Charles to chuckle slightly. “But really Charles,” His eyes flick up to yours, the beautiful blue portraying all the insecurities he was having. “I’ll love you no matter what.” You lean forward and softly press your lips against his. It was the first kiss you’d had in weeks and just the feeling of Charles’ lips against yours nearly had you weeping. Eagerly, he kissed you back, both of you having missed the feeling of each other. Charles was the first to pull away, causing you to scrunch your brow in confusion.
“I just- it’s that-” He sighs, raking a hand through his hair. “Peter won’t stop stealing my chair and It’s getting really annoying.”