#casually sitting next to eachother waiting for the rest

[onedivinemisfit]

Camboy!AU tiiiiiiime - back when we’re still “rivals” who share a couple classes and get really annoyed with eachother and totally never made eyes when the other wasn’t looking nope

Listen I was gonna color this all pretty, but if I went and did that, we’d still be here at the same time next month. So, for bingo’s sake, it’s just the lineart for now XD it’s free to color thoooooooo ⬇️

[01zfan]

Could you perhaps write something about waking up with RIIZE the morning after they take your v-card? Love your work <3

next to you | riize

waking up next to shotaro the night after would be so sweet. i would describe it like waking up on a saturday when you know you have nothing to do. just very comforting, and shotaro definitely tucked you in the night before. i can see him being the one to wake up first and he'd be admiring you while you slept, trying to snuggle as closely to you as possible without waking you up. he'd move the covers away from your face and kiss your forehead lightly. he'd want to spend the day doing nothing else but laying with you. when you woke up shotaro would be dying to bring up what happened last night. i can see him being very reassuring and sweet, talking about how fun it was. shotaro would also get so red in the face if you told him you didn't know how pent up you had him.

more under the cut!

eunseok i think would be out like a light honestly-he was putting in the WORK the night prior. he'd probably wake up once he felt you stirring in the bed. he wouldn't let go of you the whole night no matter how much you moved, having you almost trapped as his little spoon. eunseok also probably made it his mission to make you cum multiple times, so once you guys were done for the night your body was so drained you went right to sleep without putting your pajamas back on. eunseok took it upon himself to put your undergarments back on you. it was the least he could do for you after fucking all your energy out of you. you slept soundly through the whole thing and when you woke up the following morning you would definitely be a little sore, not used to the exertion your body went through last night. eunseok would look at you with sleepy eyes before smiling after seeing how you let out a tiny hiss as you try to get yourself out of bed. he’d also cook for you and bring you breakfast in bed.

sungchan would be waiting for you to wake up. he probably didn't even go to sleep to begin with. he had to hold himself back from fucking you senseless for your first time, it made him restless and he couldn't sleep. so after you dozed off in his arms sungchan carefully untangled you from him and he was probably trying to work off all his tension. he tidied up the clothes that were thrown around your room, did the dishes from last night and probably even considered cooking you breakfast, too. sungchan would crawl back in bed with you and pull you into him. he'd be sitting against the headboard as he flexed his hand around your smaller ones, thinking about how lucky he was to be with you. he would kiss the back of your hand a million times, trying to gently wake you up. sungchan would also be going through every possible scenario in his head, trying to figure out how to tell you he wants to do more with you when you are ready. he’d also ask you how you felt like a million times too.

now the night after you and wonbin would sleep in FOR SURE im talking until like mid afternoon and i think you guys would end up staying in bed for the rest of the day. you both would still be naked from the night before but it wouldn’t be sexual as you guys cuddled underneath the sheets. he would be so shy to bring up the night before you’d have to do it. you guys would be holding eachother all day and he would say you’re the best over and over. i think wonbin would also cook for you but he’d want you to go into the kitchen with him so he didn’t have to leave his side :( you guys are attached at the hip and wonbin would look at you with so much adoration and love when you tell him how much fun you had.

sohee i think would try to act as nonchalant as possible but i think he would wake up first and look at you too. he also passed right out after sex and when you’d wake up he would probably fall back asleep to pretend like he wasn’t watching you all morning LMFAO. he’d bring up the night before as casual as possible but mind sentence he would realize he didn’t even know what to say… “so about last night..” *stares at you*

sohee would wanna leave the house i think and go get breakfast somewhere. i can see him asking if it was good for you like it was for him and being super sweet and tender with you.

anton i can see going one of two ways. either he’s super shy about it to the point that his face gets all red when you bring up the night before and he’s hiding underneath the covers or he is super inquisitive about it. if you got super shy anton i think he would wake up long before you and try to clean up a little like sungchan, maybe order in some breakfast so you don’t have to get up. ehen you wake up he’d be blushing like crazy and all smiles if you brought up the night before. i think he’d wanna ask you what parts you liked and didn’t like. if you got inquisitive anton i think he’d still be a little bashful, but he would be on a mission to make your next time even better. you guys would end up laying in bed together all day watching tv and talking :(

[yesimwriting]

live laugh love best friend felix!!

i’m obsessed with their dynamic! every time a read something about them all i can think about is “this is reader. reader loves her personal space! and this is felix. felix also loves readers personal space!”

like i can see feliz being the type to want to literally crawl into your skin to be closer to you. no mater what he wants to be closer. you’re pressed against his side sitting next to eachother? not close enough, he pulls you into his lap. you’re cuddled up in his bed? not close enough, your clothes are in the way :/. literally no clothes on pressed against eachother? still not close enough. mans needs to be apart of you.

omg that is so them 😭 you captured the vibe perfectly,, they share a personal space bubble <3

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thinking about bestfriend!felix that's no stranger to brief episodes of infatuation or the feeling of being attracted to someone, but who has never wanted to be as physically close to someone as he wants to be to you.

he doesn't know what to do with it, the subconscious urge to crawl beneath your skin just to make sure he's feeling as much as your warmth as possible.

so you can't really hold his lack of impulse control against him :(

in his defense, at first he really did try, restraining himself to subtle displays of affection. the side of felix's hand pressed against your leg as you two cram yourselves into a booth at a bar, his fingertips slowly drifting towards your thigh as the night goes on; his foot pressing against your ankle when you're both attempting to study in the library; an oh so friendly and innocent hand around your shoulder to make sure you don't get lost during a party that leads to his fingers brushing beneath beneath the collar of your top.

and while that's nice for awhile, close only makes him want closer. soon it's felix barely waiting for the excuse of alcohol to justify pulling you onto his lap at parties. he's letting the should-be-quick-to-prevent-intimacy kisses he presses against your jaw and neck linger, even when it means that the girls he'd been flirting with all night give the two of you odd looks.

then, he's inviting you to sleep over in his room on nights when you're both sober because the two of you are already so comfortable and it's so late. you can't just leave him there. he sleeps so much better when you're in the same room, and you do, too. why bother walking all the way back to your dorm when the two of you can just keep talking until you fall asleep? staying put is practical.

as practical as felix slowly but surely pulling you closer until you're a tangle of limbs. a dorm bed's small, and with felix's long limbs, you have to make do.

you're half asleep when felix realizes that you're as close as two people can casually be and it's still not enough. he doesn't understand the feeling, and if this was about anyone else, he might have thought to question it. but it's you. it feels right to want to be closer, natural.

so he lets his fingertips brush against the back of your shoulder, an additional sliver of skin exposed by the loose collar of the oversized t-shirt you're sleeping in. the warmth of your bare skin has barely satiated the urge before it comes back with a vengeance. blame his wealthy upbringing for his inability to delay his own gratification.

before he knows what he's doing, his free hand is shifting the fabric of your shirt upwards. just an inch or two, nothing close to crossing a line or violating your trust as his knuckles graze against your hip.

still drowsy, you hum once, more curious than anything else. "felix," you mumble, "i'm tired."

knowing that you're awake emboldens him, his hand finally dipping beneath the fabric of your shirt so that his forearm can rest against your bare skin. "i know, lovie," he whispers, tone soothing and sympathetic, "i know. needed you a little closer." he splays his fingers against your back. "is that okay?"

you're quiet for such a long moment felix starts to wonder if you've fallen asleep. but then you shift even closer, the hem of your shirt moving up a little more. "yeah, that's okay."

felix leans forward, pressing a kiss against the side of your temple.

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[inf3ct3dd]

WUSYANAME.

‘you are my type, you’re a bright light, and im like a moth’

summary: the girls are at the pool again…..

warnings: blood n boobs 🤫 and a veeeery small mention of barfing

content: black!reader x bsf!ellie, a lil bit of tension….🙈 , r means reader

authors note: this is so fun to write 😇😇 sawry its not v plot focused im feeling kinda sillyyyy

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the sun was bathing on your face, spilling into your room from the window. the summer heat let you sleep without a blanket,sprawled out on your bed, laying on your stomach.

the bright light was interrupted by a certain someone crawling in your window, messily stumbling inside.

your cat let out a confused meow, and you stayed steady asleep.

ellie not so quietly walked over to your bed, knocking over an empty cup in the process.

“WAKE UPPPP!!!”

you groggily open your eyes, courtesy of ellie aggressively shaking your arms from on top of you, disturbing your very peaceful sleep.

“im up, jesus.” you rub the sleep out of your eyes, and ellie finally calms herself.

normally, if someone busted through your window and shook you awake you’d be mildly alarmed, but ellies made you extremely used to it. hell, you probably wouldn’t even notice if someone busted in to murder you.

— 　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

same room, worse decorations. and the same unceremonious entry, but this time , you were alerted by your curtains.

the noise startles you out of your sleep, grabbing your pillow and standing towards the danger.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??” your voice booms through your room, quickly turning towards your window, pillow in hand.

“holy shit, its me!!” ellie raises her hands in defense, eyes wide and chuckling.

when you’re confronted with the familiar face, your heart rate slows and you drop the pillow.

“dude, what the fuck! i almost killed you!!”

“with that?” ellie gestures to the pillow on the ground, a goofy smirk on her face.

“hey, i could’ve smothered you.”

“id like to see you try.” ellie drops onto your couch, relaxing into the cushions.

“why are you here anyways?” you sit next to her, a confused look on your face.

“you want me to leave?”

“…no.” you admit, leaning back.

“i was bored, missed you.” she casually remarks, resting her head on your shoulder.

“why couldn’t you come through the front door?”

“oh, are we not at ‘breaking in through eachothers window” base yet?” ellie laughs, and you can feel it on your shoulder.

“i mean, i guess we are now” and you lean onto her head, her tea tree shampoo flooding your nose.

“what a significant milestone we’ve reached.” your sarcasm is very apparent, but it was genuine all the same.

“truly.”

— 　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“thought you were in a coma or something, shit.”

you look over to your alarm clock,“11:30am” glowing in red letters.

“its still earlyyyy, i could’ve still been sleeping.” you whine, turning over on your side.

“its almost 12, r.”

“you sleep until like 4pm ellie, who are you to make me wake up right now?” you face her again, a questioning look on your face.

“your best friend , who you love more than anything.”

you roll your eyes at her,knowing she’s right, tucking your arm under your head.

“just lemme sleep in a liiiiittle longer, please?” you plead with her, dragging out your words.

“cmon,its pool day!”

right, pool day.

today, june 4th , is the anniversary of the first time you met ellie. according to the both of you, its “the fourth of july but wildly more awesome and significant.” every year, no matter what, the two of you go back and swim together. ellie reminds you each time, usually by crawling in your window, tackling you, and shaking you awake. you’d spend almost all day in the pool, baking in the sun and goofing off in the water. it’s the best day of the summer.

“pool day can wait, im sleepy.” you drag ellie onto the bed, trapping her in your arms and resting your head atop of hers.

“ugh, fine.” ellie kicks her shoes off, leaning into your hold. your nose is filled with the scent of tea tree shampoo, and it lulls you right back to sleep.

“AWWWW YOU LOOK MALNOURISHED”

you sang along to the lyrics blaring out of your speaker, nodding your head to the beat as you drove.

the sunlight peeked through the trees, landing in small spots throughout the car, and on the brunette next to you. you felt the cool breeze from the windows and the sunroof, courtesy of your broken air conditioner. the shades of dark brown and green started fading behind you, dull colored houses with perfectly trimmed lawns appearing next to you. your bracelets jingle as you turn the steering wheel, the light reflecting off of them around the car.

“yo, do you want teriyaki?” ellie looked over at you, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“every time you do that hair-tuck thing, you look like debby ryan trying to seduce me.” you responded, stopping at the red light.

“is it working?”

“oh, absolutely.” your words were coated in a paper-thin layer of sarcasm, turning the steering wheel with a small giggle.

“is that a no to teriyaki?” she questioned, pouting slightly.

“why eat before we go swimming, stupid.”

“did you know that the whole ‘eating less than 30 minutes before you swim will make you throw up’ thing isn’t true?” the question was a typical ‘ellie being a smartass’ rhetorical one, obvious by the proud smirk on her face.

“did you know that-“ you mocked her, waving a finger in the air and speaking in your high pitched nasally “nerd” voice.

she gave no response, simply rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

“it seemed pretty true that time you barfed in the pool after we got taco bell.” you replied, finally pulling into your nana’s old-people-neighborhood.

“okay but like, that doesn’t count tho. thats TACO BELL.” she defended.

“maybe you should’ve eased up on the backflips that day too…”

“how dare you assume id ever ease up on the backflips.” she puts a hand on her chest, a fake offense in her tone.

you drive past the rows of houses, green lawns with potted plants and sprinklers making rainbows.you and ellie both sing along to the song still, you tapping your fingers on the steering wheel to the beat, and ellie moving her head back and forth. you finally pull into a spot, turning your keys with a jingle.

“how is the pool like….completely empty?” ellie questioned, eyes scanning the area. june is like, prime pool time, and given that the two of you slept in until 4, there was bound to be at least a small crowd.yet, not a single person was there, just some floaties and goggles that got left behind, both the doors to the locker rooms closed.

“shit, are they closed?” you squinted to try and read the fold-up sign on the lawn, but you could only see a blurry mess. wrong day to forget my glasses.

when ellie notices you desperately trying to make out the words on the sign, she steps out of the car and walks over to it. and the disappointed frown on her face already gives you your answer.

“man, what the fuck?” she dramatically slumps back onto her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.

you unknowingly mirror her action, a simliar frown appearing on your face.

“its june 4th, don’t they know its like, a national holdiay???” ellie questions.

“exactly, do they not know the cultural significance of today???”

you both sat there for a while, wallowing in your sadness. you can’t break an eleven year old tradition! why would the pool even be closed today? in your 18 years of living, it wasn’t closed once on june 4th. you took it as a sign that the owners were extremely in tune with your calendar, but it’s simply just not a day a pool would be closed on. you run through multiple depressing scenarios, until the both of you turned to each other. it was like a light bulb went off in both of your heads at the same time, a simultaneous silent ‘ding!’ echoing through the car.

“so….if the pool is closed, doesn’t that mean no one is here to like…enforce that?” a smirk appears on her face, very obviously suggesting what she’s about to say.

you scan the pool again, a complete absence of people confirming your suspicions. the complete absence of cameras simply solidifies the plan.

“we just gonna jump it?” you ask, a smile replacing the frown that was there before.

“i mean… i don’t see why not.”

“what if some old lady walks past and sees us?”

“easy. we convince her that she’s hallucinating, her new hip medicine has her going crazy.”

“el, your only backup plan is lying to the elderly?” you quirk an eyebrow at her, disappointedly.

“well what else could we do?” she asks, rolling her eyes.

“do we just say fuck it?” you both accidentally talk in sync, which makes you both burst into laughter.

“great minds think alike.” ellie taps on her head.

you both step out of the car, grabbing your things from the backseat and locking it. ellie swings her towel around her neck, and you swing your pool bag over your shoulder. you start walking normally to the gate, but ellie decides to be dramatic. stepping to the side, with her finger-gun held close to her face.

“really?” you question, laughing at her.

“shhh! stealth mode, r. you’re gonna get us caught.”

you decide to be just as dramatic, side-stepping and walking dramatically slow over to the gate.

“ladies first.” ellie chimes, gesturing her hand to the gate. you boost yourself over it, with no struggle, and you wait for ellie on the other side. she quickly hops over, but unceremoniously falls on her knees.

“shit!” she curses, holding onto her leg.

“dude, are you okay?” you bend down to her level, inspecting her knee. theres a nasty scrape on it, little drops of blood falling down her skin.

“ew, now you’re gonna get your gross knee-blood in the pool.”

“i guess you are too.” ellie grabs your hand and rubs it on the cut, red smearing on your fingers. she winces when you touch it, but still starts giggling.

“DUDE!! thats like- a biohazard. now im gonna get aids or something.” you rub the knee-blood on the ground, tiny pieces of concrete clinging to your hands. ellies laughter continues , almost obnoxiously.

“man whatever, this fucking hurts.” ellie stands up, dusting off her hands on her shorts.

“awww, you need me to kiss it better?” you ask, giving her dramatic doe-eyes.

“how sweet of you.”

“too bad. that thing looks NARSTY.” you roll your eyes, setting your things down on a chair.

“narsty?” she raises her brow, setting her things down right next to yours.

“you heard me.” you pull your tshirt over your head, leaving you in your black swim-top. you start pulling off your shorts, stepping out of your flip flops and pulling them off.

ellies eyes don’t leave you the entire time. she watches how your two braids fall back on your shoulders, how the sun shines on them, and how good your tits look in that bathing suit when you bend over.

“you just gonna stand there? i wanna swim.” you question, tilting your head at her.

“sorry … got distracted.”

“…can i get a squeeze?” ellie bluntly blurts out, eyes never leaving your tits.

“you’re so gross.” you scoff, rolling your eyes at her antics. it wasn’t like this was something bizarre to you, especially coming out of ellies mouth. i mean, its not like she hasn’t given them a little honk before.

“nah, its for…science. just checking for breast cancer.” she holds back a laugh, putting on a very convincing ‘serious face.’

“you’re not a scientist, and that excuse only worked the first time.”

“wow, i guess this is what i get for being concerned about my friends boob-health.” ellie crosses her arms in fake offense.

“im very in tune with my boob health, thanks. can we go swim now?”

she nods, quickly moving to slide off her button up- dad shirt, leaving her in an old sports bra and her swim trunks. hating normal swimsuits, ellie always settled for this. you pull your goggles over your head, pushing them down to suction them to your face.

“you wanna jump?” you make your way over to the deep end, standing at the edge.

“hell yeah i do.” ellie practically runs over to you, sliding on her own goggles as she does.

you both grab eachothers hand, walking backwards just enough to run and cannon-ball into the pool. the water bubbles around you, splashing everywhere. you see ellie under the blue, and you watch her flip her bangs out of her face as she rises to the surface.

“r, watch this-“ without giving you a chance to respond, ellie dives under again. she twirls in the water, first backwards, then into a handstand, then doing a front flip to finish it off. she floats up again, wiping her hair off her goggles.

ellies obsession with what she calls “underwater gymnastics” was the only excuse she had for those goofy snorkel goggles on her face. “they keep the water out of my nose!” according to her, and you never complain. especially since you have a pair matching hers.

you give her a dramatic shocked face, before challenging her.

“i could do that way better. you were practically just under there flailing around.”

“oh yeah?” ellie cocks her head to the side, raising a brow at you.

you dive under, better than ellie, and do the combo ten times better. in your opinion. you even finish off on your feet, with your arms raised in the air.

“told you.” a proud grin is plastered on your face, while ellie rolls her eyes at you.

“you just went all fancy with it. i did it way faster.”

“technique is better than speed, williams.” you retort, crossing your arms in front of you.

“thats what your mom said last night.”

you respond by splashing her in the face, letting the water hit her right in the eyes.

“wow, couldn’t even let me put my fuckin goggles on?” she scoffs in disbelief, still wiping her eyes.

you decide to take the opportunity and splash her again, pushing another wave straight to her.

“you really wanna start this?” she wipes the water off her face again , moving her hands underwater.

she sweeps the water with her arm, sending a wave of water back into your face. you shut your eyes instinctively, wiping them when the water subsides.

ellie quickly pulls her goggles on, ducking under the water and swimming over to you.

“els, what’re you doin-“ before you can finish your sentence, you feel ellies arms wrap around your waist, and she yanks you over her shoulder.

“ELLIE WAIT- PLEASEEE DONT- HELP-“ you start panicking, slapping ellie on the back and kicking your legs around.

ellie launches you into the water, laughing the entire time she does. she watches you angrily float up, and start punching her in the arm.

“you’re such a fuckin dick!!” you continue your lethal assault, bumping your fist into her bicep.

“the biggest. you punch like a baby.” she jokes, chuckling at herself.

“you want me to actually try?”

“dare you.”

you wind up extra, and launch a strong punch at her stomach. she dramatically falls back into the water, body going limp.

you almost start yelling at her, until you hear the raggedy wheels of a walker on the sidewalk. shit.

without a word, you drag ellie up to the surface, leading her to a corner.

“whats goin on-“ her voice is interrupted by you placing a hand on her mouth, standing in front of you as you ducked in the corner. she gives you a puzzled stare, seizing her question for the moment. her face heats under your hand, and she prays that you don’t feel it.

“heard someone.” you whisper, quieter than a mouse.

ellie nods in understanding, moving her hands around your hips. you knew it was just to keep you close, but you can’t ignore the twinge in your stomach when she does it, avoiding eye contact and trying to peak over the pool edge.

it’s not like it wasn’t normal, cuz it was. ellie had always been handsy with you. holding onto you in the hallways, hugging you around your waist, holding onto it when you slept together. you shrugged it off as her love language just being physical touch. she likes being close. but every time ellie grabbed you like that, it felt like she was electrocuting you or something. sparks fly, for unknown reasons. suprisingly, she never points out or pokes fun at you when she sees your breath hitching, or the way you awkwardly look away. if you told her to, of course she’d stop, but who’s it hurtin anyways?

you don’t see anyone on the sidewalk, but you decide to wait a while for safety. and to calm the nerves that weigh on your chest. you look back down, and ellies still holding onto you. her body heat radiates onto onto you, somehow heating you up even more than before. your faces are almost dangerously close, like if-a-swift-wind-blew-your-lips-would-knock-together close. you stare into her pine green globes unwillingly, as theres not much else to look at in front of you ,except for her lips. the eye contact feels…oddly tense. you watch a drop of water fall down from ellies hair, through the slit in her eyebrow, down the side of her face, and onto her lip. you crack a smile at her, and you both start laughing.

“shh, you can’t, we’re.. gonna get caught.” you try to quiet her, sentence interrupted by giggles. the tension wears off in mere seconds, the two of you calming down again.

“is it bad i kinda hope we get caught?” ellie jests, but her tone feels so much more…seductive? no, thats crazy. you laugh her off, giving her a small “you’re weird” before looking up again, and notice a clear coast.

“we’re good.” you confirm, sinking back into the water.

“you happy now?”

you stare at ellie, practically inhaling her chicken teriyaki plate in your passenger seat. after like, 5 more hours of swimming, the two of you finally decided to leave. ellie had a nasty sunburn on her shoulders, courtesy of her refusing to re-apply her sunscreen, and you left with a nice tan. as always.you were both starving, and ellie persuaded you into getting teriyaki. ‘please, r, it’s been on my mind all day.’

“oh, im more than happy.” ellie spoke with her mouth full, still scarfing down the chicken and rice.

“in the like, eleven years i’ve known you, i’ve never not seen you tear apart your teriyaki. especially after we go swimming, you turn into a fuckin animal.” you giggle, taking a bite of your own food.

“holy shit, eleven years?” ellie stops eating , shockingly, and looks up at you.

“if i haven’t mysteriously forgotten how to count, yeah.”

“weird, i feel like its been way longer than that.”

the sunset outside the car windows is pouring into the car, casting a pink hue over ellie. everything about her looks so much…warmer. her freckles look darker, her hair looks even more red, and her eyes look an impossibly prettier shade of green. you can’t help but grin when you look at her, making you feel even more relieved than your food.

11 years. more than a decade. 22 birthdays, shared between the two of you, a elementary and middle school graduation with her right by your side, matching caps and gowns flipping off the cameras. the both of you couldn’t think of a better person to have shared the years with, and you don’t think you will anytime soon. or ever.

“yeah?” you question, staring back at her.

“mhm. feels like i’ve known you longer than i’ve been alive. like, i met you before i was born or something.”

the sudden deepness of the statement almost makes you cry, but a wide smile spreads across your face. ellie knew you inside and out, and she definitely knew how crazy sappy shit like that made you.

“yknow what, i bet we did.”

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[bomber-grl]

Hii could I request prompt 4 for Leo Valdez? Maybe Leo is just sitting talking to someone and reader comes and gives him a quick peck to the side of the head. It was just supposed to be a small gesture of affection, but Leo gets extremely flustered and happy (I hope this is a good enough description)

Thank you, I love your work!

Prompt #4: kiss to the side of the head

Things have been busy recently, what is meant with that is Leo has been busy with his machines and that’s about it.

He’s even been going out of his comfort to discuss things with other campers.

You were pretty proud of him and couldn’t wait to show him some affection so why not do it now?

It’s not really a big deal since you’ve done PDA before and this might help give Leo some extra motivation before you meet up again this afternoon!

As you walked across the camp grounds you luckily spot him seated talking to someone at the dining pavilion.

Upon closer inspection it was Annabeth and of course you had to do a little sneak attack.

Plus it’s not like you were wandering aimlessly, you were on your way to the big house because Chiron wanted to discuss something.

So might as well!

Annabeth immediately noticed you but when you raised a finger to your lips she kept quiet.

She trusted you, but most of all was curious as to what you were up to.

On the other hand your beloved Leo was blissfully ignorant until you latched onto him from behind and luckily managed to kiss his head before being quickly shoved away.

“[name] Sorry.. I didn’t know it was you” Leo apologized for shoving you but it fell on deaf ears.

You had already moved on and made your way to your next destination as buzzed as a bee.

Leo was the exact way. Except unlike you, this action of yours didn’t leave his head all for the rest of the day.

He had this lovesick smile and unfortunately for him- just agreed to anything proposed to him by others because of how happy he was.

Although Annabeth is happy that you and Leo seem to love eachother a lot she wasn’t exactly thrilled that you incapacitated someone who she was discussing plans with. And she made those feelings very clear :,•

But atleast when the day came to an end and the set time for you to meet finally happened- you were met with a very happy Leo who was just a little sad that you didn’t choose to kiss him on his lips.

Who knew such a casual display of affection would make him so happy.

Well you’re glad it did anyway since it all worked out in the end.

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best hands ive ever seen pt.2

ship: loubbie x fem!reader

word count: 695+

warnings: none, mention of sex but none (yet)

synopsis: You finally learn what Lou and Debbie want with you

After what seemed like the longest car ride, you eventually reached wherever these women were taking you. “Let’s go honey,” Lou taps your leg and urges you to get out. You do as you’re told and stand next to the car, waiting for the other women to guide you where you needed to be. Debbie smiles at you at walks towards an old building, which looks like it should be abandoned. “Is this where you’re taking me?”, you ask nervously. Lou chuckles, “don’t worry, its much nicer inside.”

Lou tosses Debbie the keys and waits for her to open the door, then you take a look inside. A massive loft, covered with expensive furniture, shelves stacked with records and racks cluttered with fur coats and empty hangers. “Do you guys live here?”, you ask, still inspecting the place. “Well, not so much anymore, it’s pretty much just where we plan,” Debbie explains, throwing the keys on a nearby table. “Plan?”, you question, sitting down on the sofa. “We should probably explain,” Lou sits down on the chair in front of you, Debbie adjacent. “Lou and I have been doing this for years, getting away with stealing and making millions from it. And Lou happened to find you, a girl with good hands,” Debbie explained, Lou nodding along with her. “Basically, we’re asking you if you’d want to be in the next heist?”, Lou asked bluntly.

You were shocked to say the least. That’s definitely the last thing that you were expecting from these two women. “I, uh. I’m not sure what to say,” you laugh out. “Well?” Lou teases, leaning forward, placing both her hands on your knees. You blush, obviously, and look at Debbie, hoping for some sort of support, but she just cocks her head and raises a brow. “S-sure,” you answer, unconfidently.

"Please doing business with you," Debbie shakes your hand. It was just now that the two women realised they never caught your name. "Oh, I'm Y/N by the way," you said, as if reading their mind.

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Over the coming days, you learn their body language and how they spoke to eachother. Lou was extremely flirty with everyone that she saw, apparently, and Debbie was there to apologise for her. You also noticed how much more intense the flirting had became. Both women teased with you and gave eachother a smirk.

One night, after the rest of the group had went home and Debbie had went to bed, it was only you and Lou up. She had poured you a whiskey with ice, however she had it neat. Her leg propped up on the table in front of you both, one hand held her glass, the other entertaining a lighter. "So, Y/N," Lou begins, her low voice helps to accentuate her accent. You turn her attention to you and also prop your foot on the table. "Are you single? Any lady we should be aware of," Lou jokes, sipping her whiskey and raising a brow.

You blush and hesitate to answer, Lou grows impatient. "So?", she pries. "Well, no. It's a bit complicated," you say quietly, almost embarrassed. Lou only hums in response, waiting for you to continue. "I've never really had a thing for girls my age," you practically stutter out. Lou's smirk was plastered across her face. "You have a thing for older women honey?", her lighter is soon thrown on the table and she moves closer to you.

Nervously, you clear your throat before answering, "you could say that." The older woman clearly notices the tension rising between you and decides to see how far she can go. "So, Debs and I, we've been talking," her veiny hand is palming your knee. You nod, thinking that it's better not to speak. "Would you be interested in joining us? In the bedroom?" Lou asks a bit too casually.

So many thoughts are going through your head. The main one being: yes. All you could do at that moment is nod. Lou simply hums before downing the rest of her whiskey, giving you a quick kiss to the forehead before whispering in your ear, "Stay the night, we have a spare room."

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THE FOOL

p. pascal x f!oc

Masterlist | Playlist

Summary: Naela is finally back in Los Angeles. She hoped to get a peaceful evening with her long-term boyfriend and family, but the chaos of stardom is already in full effect the moment she steps off the plane.

Words: 3k

Warnings: Not edited, jealousy, mutual pining, mentions of cheating

Taglist: @marvel-sw-lover , @lokislittle , @red-red-rogue , @babukat , @joels-darlin , @lmariephoto37 , @violac0la

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CHAPTER SEVEN — MEET THE PARENTS

The airplane ride home was, thankfully, mostly silent. Due in part to Naela’s headphones that were glued to her ears, but also the lack of Pedro’s company. Apparently there weren’t enough seats grouped together for the entire cast to sit next to eachother, so they spread everyone out. The pair was sat on opposite sides of the business class portion of the plane, forcing them into awkward eye contact every time they got up to use the bathroom.

Once the flight was over, Naela was so eager to get off that she didn’t bother waiting for Pedro. She felt badly about it, but it was probably best she didn’t walk out with Pedro, knowing her boyfriend would be waiting for her. It took a moment to spot him, but once she saw his tall frame holding flowers and a “welcome home” sign, her face lit up with excitement. Naela didn’t realize that as she was rushing to Josh, a man with a blocky camera bypassed the entrance to her right and was b-lining toward her. The man jumped in front of her, completely catching her off guard with the loud clicking coming from his camera and his invasive questions.

“Naela Rivera! How does it feet to be back in LA after shooting for Narcos?” She craned her neck around the bulky figure in front of her to see Josh’s confused and frustrated expression. Another paparazzi joined him, once again blinding her with the flashes of their cameras.

“Is it true that you and Pedro Pascal are dating?” Then it clicked. She couldn’t retreat to her boyfriend like she so desperately wanted to do. In fact, either one of their managers could’ve orchestrated this on purpose. Soon, more gathered around, until she was almost entirely surrounded. She had no idea what to do. If she were mean or pushed out of the way, she would certainly be scrutinized in the media. She stood helpessly, covering her eyes from the blinding flashes, until she felt a familiar pair of hands pull her away and rush her toward the entrance. One wrapped around her shoulders and the other held her hand as they weaves through what was becoming a crowd. All of their questions and demands had become a dull, jumbled mess that neither of them could understand. A few moments of this and they finally reached the automatic doors, but the mass of people only continued outside.

“You okay?” Pedro asked gently as he continued to hold her tight to his side. She nodded, trying her best to catch her breath.

“Okay, good…here’s our ride.” With his arm wrapped around her shoulders protectively, he ushered her inside of the black SUV once he saw his manager’s face in the window. He quickly shut the door behind them, sealing them in their only form of protection. The crowd formed around the side of the vehicle, yelling muffled comments to the blacked-out windows. Before they could warm the car, the driver sped off, the wheels squealing as they drove away.

“That was Mike, wasn’t it?” Naela huffed, putting her bag in her lap and strapping herself in.

Pedro’s manager turned to her, “You really need to fire him. It’s good publicity, but he’s definitely not on your side.”

“Did you get our luggage already?” Pedro interjected, getting comfortable next to Naela. He let his knees drift apart casually as his hand rested on his thigh.

“Yeah, in the trunk,” the man replied before facing the front again. “Where to, Naela?”

“Oh, um— I was supposed to go with Josh to my mom’s house for dinner.” She answered, feeling the tension from last night set back in at the mention of her boyfriend.

“Great, we’ll take you there. Do you need to stop by your place first?”

“No, that’s okay. Thank you.” She responded politely. An awkward silence fell on them for the first time since they’d met. She relaxed into her seat, crossing one leg over the other and mindlessly swiping on her phone for some comfort. The downtown traffic made a 30 minute drive last close to an hour, but eventually they were pulling into a quaint suburb. Naela craned her neck to direct the driver to the house at the very end of the culdesac, painted a pale shade of yellow. Before Naela could gather her things, her mother was already bounding out of the front door, her arms outstretched as she advanced.

“Oh, gosh,” Naela chuckled, beaming at her mother. Pedro smiled adoringly at them before preparing to exit as well.

“I’ll help with your bags.” Before she could respond, he was already rounding the side of the car. She sighed and pulled herself out as well, just as her mother approached. She quickly pulled her daughter into a tight hug, swaying her side to side. Naela giggled, trying her best to hug her mother back with her arms trapped beneath hers.

“Oh, mija, I missed you so much!” Naela’s brother, sebastian, could be seen closing the front door behind him, which their mother had left open.

“I missed you too, mama,” she replied sweetly before her mother finally released her. At this point, Pedro had both of her suitcases in either hand and her duffel slung over his shoulder.

“Oh, this must be Pedrito!” Her mother gasped and hugged Pedro as well.

“Naela has told me so much about you,” she added pointedly as they separated, making him chuckle.

“Good things I hope. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Rivera.” He glanced over at Naela quickly, his lips lifting into an understanding smirk.

“Oh, please, it’s Esperanza to you,” her mother responded bashfully.

“Please don’t flirt with my coworker, Mom.” Naela interejected, half-joking. Her mother scoffed, slapping her shoulder playfully. Naela rolled her eyes and reached out for her duffle as she noticed Sebastian joining them.

“Thank you, but my brother can help me—“

“Oh, Pedro, you should stay for dinner!” Her mother chimed in excitedly. “I made plenty of food.”

“He probably wants to go home and rest, mom. We’ve been away for close to six months,” Naela shot back, retracting her hand.

“I don’t mind,” Pedro added innocently. “I’m sure it’s better than the takeout I was going to order.”

“See, Mija, he wants to stay,” her mother pushed. Naela sighed, looking to her brother who just smiled.

“Okay, sure, as long as you don’t mind,” Naela finally agreed to avoid being impolite. Ugh. This should be interesting once Josh shows up.

“Of course not.” Pedro winked sneakily at her, making her have to play off the red in her cheeks.

“Amazing. Sebastian, help Pedro with her things,” the woman instructed her son, who oblidged without question.

“Sorry,” Naela mouthed to Pedro as her mother retreated to her house. He just smiled back at her as her brother outstretched his hand to introduce himself to him.

“Sebastian. Nice to meet you.” Pedro shook his hand firmly, then handed him one of Naela’s suitcases.

“I figured. Naela has told me many stories,” he mused, making her brother laugh.

“I bet, there’s tons of ‘em. Did she tell you about the time she sang ‘Waterfalls’ for her fifth grade talent show?” Her brother asked teasingly. Pedro raised his eyebrows with surprise as he turned to Naela, who only covered her face with her hands.

“You know what, I think she left that out,” he joked.

“Of course she did. We have it on tape—“

“No, no, no, that’s enough chatting, we’re going inside,” Naela interrupted, getting between them to direct them inside. Why did her family have to be so embarrassing?

“Don’t you wanna look back on what made you switch your career fromm singer to actress?” Sebastian continued as he began dragging her luggage up the stone steps, Pedro following close behind after telling his manager to take his bags to his place.

“No one wants to watch a ten year old rap badly, Sebastian,” she retorted with an annoyed tone as they stepped through the doorway.

“It’s better because it’s you!” He called to her as she bypassed the living room to join her mother in the kitchen, raising her middle finger to him. Pedro followed Sebastian’s lead and left her belongings by the door, a smile lingering on his lips. A few moments of small talk passed before Sebastian invited him to sit on the sectional that faced the TV as he rummaged through a storage cube of VHS tapes.

“You and Naela seem close,” Sebastian pointed out as he picked the correct tape from the basket.

“Yeah, the entire cast got pretty close being stuck together for that long,” Pedro reasoned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat on the couch.

“Well I’m glad,” her brother began, gently inserting the tape into the VHS player hooked up to the television. “Naela needs someone other than her boyfriend to hang out with,” he continued, this time under his breath. After a few seconds of focused button-pushing, he got the tape running, and the image of little Naela standing on a stage in front of a gym full of kids. Her outfit of choice? A matching pink track suit to tie the 90s vibe together. An undeniable, genuine grin spread across Pedro’s face as he watched her single enthusiastically along to the words. It was clear she was meant to be a performer, even at that age.

“Wow,” was all Pedro could say. He didn’t have the heart to poke fun at the video. All he could think about was how fucking adorable she was then. He took a moment to peer into the kitchen, seeing her laughing with her mom as they put the final touches on dinner. He simply couldn’t look away as his thoughts turned to how things would be if the circumstances were different. He should be meeting her family and introduced as her boyfriend, he should be laughing with his future brother in law, he should be teasing, not his friend, but his girlfriend.

At the same time, Pedro knew he couldn’t force it. He knew their feelings were there, and their chemistry was off the charts, but he needed their relationship to start off the right way to give them a good fighting chance. He wanted all of her attention, pure and undiluted. If he was going to get that, though, he would have to wait, and Pedro was just fine with that. He was certain she was worth waiting for. Just as the thought popped into his head, the problem entered the room on que.

"Hey, Sebastian," he said casually as he shut the door behind him. Pedro had to hold himself back from rolling his eyes.

"'Sup," he replied coldly, his face even less inviting than his tone. Deciding to poke the bear, Pedro jumped to his feet and outstretched his hand, a smug smirk on his face.

"Pedro Pascal. You must be John." He almost laughed, seeing the expression on the man's face as he reluctantly took his hand.

"Josh." He corrected him sternly. Sebastian could be seen hiding a smile behind his hand as he leaned back into the couch.

"Oh, that's right." He raised his eyebrows with illegitimate surprise and his tone to match. The look in his eye told Pedro to back off, but he ignored it. He stood his ground, his lips formed in a sly, knowing smile. Luckily, Naela stepped into the room at just the right time to diffuse the tension.

"Oh! Hi, Josh!" She panickily looked between the two men, her eyes wide. Her boyfriend took the opportunity to assert his dominance by planting himself on her side, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her in to kiss the top of her head. His eye contact with Pedro was unwavering, but he didn't bat an eye.

"Hey, baby," he murmured into her hair. She tightened her lips into an awkward smile.

"Um, dinners ready," she announced quietly, sensing the animosity in the air. The three men followed her into the kitchen, where Mrs. Rivera was just starting to set the table. Out of instinct, Pedro instantly began helping her and Naela, whereas Josh retreated to the dinner table.

The rest of the evening was spent enjoying the wonderful tamales Mrs. Rivera had made, chatting, laughing, and telling stories. Josh was mostly quiet, like every other family dinner he was present for, except when he wanted to brag about himself or Naela. It was something Naela had consistently expressed bothered her, but at some point, she gave up trying to change. That night, however, she seemed not to notice. She was far too caught up in watching Pedro bond with her brother over films, and with her mother over Naela. At one point, she almost forgot Josh was there. She didn't feel bad, though. Apparently, he forgot too since he was sat silently on his phone.

Once it was time to clean up, he followed Sebastian into the living room and joined him on the couch, much to his annoyance. He was too polite and loved his sister too much to say so. Pedro and Naela stayed in the kitchen to help her mother clean up, which she was very appreciative of. At some point, Mrs. Rivera left to use the restroom, leaving the two alone for a few brief moments.

They were silent at first, before Pedro spoke up, saying, "I'm sorry if I overstepped at the airport. I didn't mean to--" She stopped drying the plate in her hand to interrupt him.

"No, no... you're fine. I should thank you." They made prolonged eye contact for the first time since the night before, a sweet smile on her face. He mirrored her, adoring the dimples in her cheeks. "So, thank you," she added, chuckling. She put the plate away and took the next one from him.

There was another beat of quiet before she continued, "We can take you home, if you want."

"Oh! Um, are you sure it's okay?" He decided not to add "with Josh" at the end because he truly didn't care, but he wanted to make sure it wouldn't cause problems for her. She turned to look at him as he sat on the edge of the couch, shoes tied and keys in hand.

"Yeah, yeah it's no problem. It my mom's fault you're out so late anyway," she joked. Once Mrs. Rivera returned, they quickly finished cleaning and met Josh near the door to get ready to leave. Once again, Pedro volunteered to carry her things, which Josh didn't seem to mind. Less work for him, right?

The drive to Pedro's house was mostly quiet, unless he was giving them directions. Naela let the music flow to conceal the awkwardness. Once they pulled up to Pedro's complex, which was a modern-looking townhouse community, he jumped out of the back to lean into Naela's window and say goodbye. He folded his arms beneath him, his toned muscles making an appearance beneath the sleaves of his t-shirt.

"I think the next time I'll see you, it'll be the premiere," he said with a bittersweet tone. Josh stared off into the road, his jaw clenching tightly shut.

"I think so. Only four weeks to go!" she said cheerfully, smiling up at him.

"It'll be here before we know it,' he sighed, leaning down to look in at Josh. "You guys have a good night. Nice meeting you, John--I mean Josh." He waved politely at the man who only nodded as an acknowledgement.

"Yep. See you," Josh replied coldly.

"Bye, Pedro," his girlfriend replied sweetly, waving innocently at him as he backed away toward his front door. Josh waited no time pulling out of his drive and beginning the dead silent drive home. Naela didn't bother to break it, she knew what he was going to say, and that it'd be a fight, and she'd rather argue in the safety of her apartment than on the road, which was exactly what they did.

"I just don't like the way he talks to you."

"He's just being nice, babe. I promise." Naela could hardly recognize the words coming out of her mouth. She told herself her moment with Pedro the night before was only a whim. Josh was forever. At least that was the plan for the last three years.

“I just…it’s not that I don’t trust you,” He shouldn’t. “I don’t trust him,” he continued, an exasperated expression on his face as he paced around her living room. He ran his fingers through his soft, ashy blonde hair, a nervous habit he always had.

Naela joined him on her feet, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “This is temporary. The last time I spoke to them, they said it probably wouldn’t need to last all six months.”

He sighed, letting his ocean blue eyes fall on hers, “Okay.” He cupped her cheek with his warm hand. She leaned into the feeling. “I’m sorry. You know it’s ‘cause I love you.”

Naela had to conceal her recoil as he said it. She hated how he used his love for her as an excuse, or a reason to be overly possessive. While this technically wasn’t the case, it had been on multiple occasions with truly innocent relationships with other men.

He leaned in and connected their lips for a quick peck before sauntering off to the bedroom. Naela stood in her living room, arms crossed and eyes glossed over as her mind raced. More than anything, Naela craved stability. She needed someone to love her, and she needed a guarantee. Josh was good enough to her and he was definitely sticking around. With Pedro, he could have anyone he wanted. What happens when his PR team says he should date someone else for the next show?

The way she saw it, Pedro was bound to one day wake up and realize he could have so much better.

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[plainemmanem]

steve thought of the day:

sitting next to eachother on the couch and his arm is around you and he’s just enveloping you and he’s tugging teasingly at your hair when you get in a heated debate with robin over whether or not tok cruise is hot. you always flick him between the eyes teasingly and he loves you for it tbh

AWW FLIRTY STEVE 😖

he’s honestly just head over heels for you so he loves to tease you and play with you a little<3 he loves seeing your flustered face.

i imagine you guys being more private in your affection, especially in front of the rest of the group because it can be a little jarring when two of your friends get together. so when he’s feeling really clingy and flirty, it always gives you butterflies.

you’ve been hanging out at the store all day - chatting with robin and occasionally steve - until they got off from work. he really wanted to spend the evening alone with you, BUT you and robin had other plans.

“wait wait, stevie. why don’t we just take robin home? carpool? save some gas?”

he’s groans internally and swipes his hand over his face but reluctantly gives in.

“fine. buckley, get in the back.”

you were chatting about some new boy band album steve had never heard of, so he was trying to tune you out on the ride home. he got halfway to robin’s house before you stopped him.

“steve? where are we going?”

“im dropping robs off at her house first?”

“wh- i thought she was coming to hang out with us? at your house?”

she perked up at that. “oooo! yeah that would be so fun! i gotta show you this new tape i bought, i’ve been listening to it nonstop, i think you’d really like it, the instrumental is crazy-“

steve just tried to take a calming breath as he turned the car around, slinging his arm behind your headrest and turning to look out the back window as he reversed. he shot robin a death glare before turning back forward, giving you a tight lipped smile that said “im totally ok with this and not at all annoyed that my crazy best friend is ruining my night in with my girlfriend.”

you were turned around to face robin and steve had his hand resting on your knee as he pulled in the driveway. you and robin hopped out first before steve even turned off the ignition. he just sighed, slowly realizing that a quiet night in was not in the books for tonight.

he walked sluggishly to the door, fishing through his keys as you and robin continued your animated conversation.

you two headed down to the basement, the conversation quickly switching from duran duran to halloween 2 to politics and back again. steve simply didn’t have the energy to keep up as he drudged to the kitchen to grab a soda, then followed you two down the steps.

you were sitting on the couch with robin across from you on the floor, her elbows on the coffee table and her fingers fussing with her walkman.

“im just saying even if he was my type, i still don’t see the appeal in him.”

“you’re- you’re kidding, right?” you shoot robin an incredulous expression.

robin gave a shake of the head, her eyebrows raised in question.

“robin, it’s tom cruise. the outsiders? top gun? for fucks sake robin, risky business? you’re gonna tell me tom fucking cruise isn’t hot in risky business? steve? please? talk some sense into her?”

he shuffled over to the couch as he cracked open his soda, coming over to sit as close to you as possible. he always likes to have an arm around you - slung over your shoulders, around your waist, just casually - so when his arm is around you on the couch you really don’t think much of it. you hadn’t noticed his longing stares and lingering touches in the car so he clearly needs to make it more obvious. he rubs a hand on your knee before swinging your legs up to rest across his lap.

“no, yeah, tom cruise is a hunk, everyone knows this.” he said nonchalantly before taking a swig of his drink, wiping the condensation on his jeans.

robin just rolls her eyes.

“yeah whatever, steve. we all know you love tom cruise, keep it in your pants, would ya?”

you chuckled as you reach out for robin’s walkman on the table with grabby hands.

“lemme hear the new tape?” you asked leaning forward.

“oh yeah, um, it’s track 8 i think.” she said handing you the player and the headphones.

you plopped them on your head then messed with the buttons. you peaked up at steve as the song started and gave him a little smile, which he returned lightly, his face still a little annoyed at robin’s presence. you closed your eyes as you took in the music, steve’s annoyed gaze quickly turned to robin.

“go. home.” he said through gritted teeth, little heat in his words as he tried to whisper yell at her from across the room.

“can’t. you drove me here, remember?” she said teasingly, hopping up to head to the kitchen for some snacks.

steve craned his neck to look after her, still trying not to disturb you.

“well then, how bout you walk home?” he quietly called after her.

he turned back to you, unfazed with your eyes closed as your head bobbed slightly to the music. you look so fucking pretty. he could hear the music through your speakers rather clearly and he knew he was gonna have to scold you for turning it up so loud. he gave you a warm smile, just taking you in after missing you for so long, when robin came back downstairs.

“jeez, steve. take a picture, it’ll last longer.” she says, munching on some chips.

“robin, i swear to god-“

but he was interrupted by you shrugging off the headphones with a grin.

“oh. my. god. that was amazing. robin you’re gonna have to let me borrow this one.” you say enthusiastically as you pass the device back to her.

“sure, when i’m done with it, i’ll call you right away,” she says with a little wink as she winds the cord back up.

steve pulls you in a tad closer, hopping to get his message across that he wanted some alone time, but you’re oblivious.

“ok, no, robin, seriously? how can you not see that tom cruise is one of the hottest guys in the business right now, i just don’t understand-“

“listen listen listen, im not saying the guy isn’t hot, he’s most definitely hot. but i mean, c’mon. cindy crawford? kelly lebrock? jennifer beals? you mean to tell me when that water dumped on her, you weren’t even a little bit hot and bothered-“

“no, no, see now you’re changing the subject that’s not wh-“

“‘changing the subject?’ just answer the ques-“

you were talking over one another now and it was honestly precious, seeing you a little annoyed and waving your hands all over the place to prove a point. steve just watched you with an amused smirk, not even trying to keep up in the conversation. he already knows he’s taking your side no matter what.

he reaches out, taking a strand of your hair in between his index and middle finger, tugging on it a little, teasing.

you barely notice, but peak over at him for a brief second, your nose crinkling at him. you take a bit of his hair in your fingers and pull it gently, still going at it with robin, the topic changing once again.

you look back at her, but keep your hands at the nape of his neck, fussing with the hair there absentmindedly.

steve is smitten. he can’t even help his aching heart or his lovesick smile at even the slightest attention from you. he takes your wrist and brings it to his lips, giving it a little kiss.

your other hand comes up and gives him a light flick between his brows, so light it barely deters him.

he gives you a faux offended face, his brows knitting together, but he can’t help the pining smile he gives you.

you haven’t stopped your conversation with robin, but you take his hand and lace your fingers with him, nestling closer into his chest.

steve’s heart soars and he has to look away to stop his dopey grin.

he’s got it so bad.

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I guess I'm into bad boys...

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Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Soft and simple stuff

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There were weeks like this that the all powerful Y/N enjoyed. The sound of rain pouring out outside made him feel warm inside and peaceful. It was cold outside, very cold. But inside it was warm enough for Y/N to sport some bootyshorts and a long shirt, gifted from Thor.

With a sigh, he begins to make himself some tea. He has been very domestic lately, even doing house chores of other avengers while they were on missions or trips.

Y/N was gifted with powers that would overwhelm anyone and anything, and after a few years he decided to take a break from going over the top with his abilities, and since then he has been way better. To be observing the universe, to be feeling every single thing breathe and live was taking a tole on his mind, so living that domestic and simple life was quite relaxing and a pleasure.

Lost in his thoughts he didnt realize the Avengers had arrived, and soon enough Wanda, Nat and Bucky appear in the kitchen looking exhausted. It was Bucky's groaning while taking a seat that made him aware that they arrived, and Y/N, fully in love with this man, just looks back at him with a big soft smile.

-...So how was the mission?

-It was good, we came back with what we needed and Clint was a dumbass...as always.

-I HEARD THAT!!

You and Wanda, chuckled at his comment while Natasha was pouring herself and Wanda a cup of tea.

-Bucky, you want something?

Nat asked, but he didnt hear. What he heard was Y/N sitting next to him, while rubbing circles on his back. He only let a little whimper of satisfaction. Y/N giggled at how cute he was being.

-He doesn't want tea, he wants a bed and some sleep.

Bucky chuckled and rose his head, looking at Y/N. He had a puzzled face.

-How...How did you know?

-It's not because i can read minds, i just can tell from your body language and those bags.

-My body language uh?....You checking me out?

-You wish dork. No, but seriously go take a rest.

-Nooo, i need to take a shower first and then i don't wanna rest aloone.

He was looking at you with those puppy eyes and that little pout that madr you snort.. Even when he looks tired he still looks like the most amazing human who has graced this earth.

-Poor baby, he seems to be soooo grumpy. What? You want me to tell you a nighttime story? Even as rough looking as you are, you sound like such a baby sometimes.

Y/N got up after ruffling Bucky's hair. And to be honest, Bucky loved feeling Y/N hand's in his hair, back, arms, and who knows. After some casual conversations and other Avengers popping once in awhile, it became clear for some that Bucky and Y/N were unbearable to hear. They sounded and acted like a couple but weren't. And so, Nat carefully asked people on the kitched what's their type.

-Synthezoid, red, can phase trough stuff...you know....normal stuff.

Wanda was the first to spew it out.

-What about you Y/N?

-Brunette...Usually a little bit older, is seen wearing mostly black leather jackets, and eventhough for some he has a bad reputation i still find that he is as perfect as a greek god. But i also like a men with some insatiable habits. I just know that he was onto me, and i barely could breathe.

Nat and Wanda just look at eachother, and  Nat asks:

-So "bad boys?"

Y/N looks attentive at Nat and says:

-Yes.

...

Later, when Bucky and Y/N were alone in the kitchen, Bucky got closer to the other boy.

-So...bad boys?

-Yes sir. And i have met one,...

Bucky gulped and looked puzzled.

-Really?

-yes really.

-Alright.

-What? You jealous? I don't think its reasonable for you to be jealous of yourself.

-yes i guess...wait what?

Bucky looks puzzled sporting a pink tint in his cheeks while Y/N blows him a kiss and goes to his room.

-You come back here!

Y/N giggles as Bucky follows him to his room.

[wiredlyrelatable]

HE SAID YES!!

SHIKA got down from DHRUV'S bike when he stopped it under her appartment on a Saturday evening. They have a long hug together after which as she was about to leave but he holding her hand says,

DHRUV: I have started hating Sundays from the day I fell for you baby. It makes me miss you too much.

SHIKA blushes saying,

SHIKA: We don't have any other option. We have to go to our home at the end of the day right?

DHRUV: I can't call that place home where I can't see your face every moment.

SHIKA: Baby! You are behaving like a child now.

DHRUV: I am your man child, right?

SHIKA: Yes! But you have to leave to your place now it's getting dark.

DHRUV pulls her close and hugs her tight again by wrapping her hands around him saying,

DHRUV: Fine I am leaving, I love you, take care and bye baby!

SHIKA kissed him on his cheek and later he drove back out of the lane as she smiled at him.

The next day DHRUV wakes up and calls SHIKA at 12 PM which she doesn't pick after which he panicking a bit rushed to her place, didn't find her there, messaged her but didn't get a reply, went to her office, didn't find her, asked her friends, didn't get any information after which he sits on his bike in the parking of her appartment waiting for her when she comes in at 5PM on her scooty and finds DHRUV holding his head there and as soon as he looked at her, he hugged her tight saying,

DHRUV: Where have you been all this while? I was worried AF and where the hell is your phone? Why were you not answering the messages and the calls? Are you okay? 

SHIKA: Baby everything is alright, relax! I actually have a surprise for you.

She saying this closed his eyes with a ribbon taken out from her pocket after which he says,

DHRUV: Oh! Tell me this was your plan to make me suffer with all this stress right?

SHIKA: Aaaa.. may be!

He hits his head, smiles and walks up with her to the terrace where she opens his blind fold and he finds a huge art work of a crayon shading, on the wall, few bulbs hanging to a wire in the centre of the terrace, candles on the floor giving an amazing glow and a beautiful view of sunset on the right side. In that art there were DHRUV and SHIKA sketched looking at eachother and a pop up bubble on DHRUV'S head where it was written, "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" and on her head it was written, "..." He had a huge smile with a bit of an emotional feeling deep within his heart as soon he read what was written. He looks at the right side at her and finds her on her knees with a watch in her hand beside him when he says,

DHRUV: Oh my god!

He picks her up, makes her stand, wears the watch with her help and says,

DHRUV: Oh my goodness! It's a rare collection baby. Where did you find it? From where did you order it? And how is it possible that you remember the colour and the model number I wanted? How?

SHIKA: Baby, you are firing too many questions. Let me focus on the proposal now please.

He laughed saying,

DHRUV: Oh! There is a proposal now. Intersting!

SHIKHA: So baby! I always wanted to say this whenever I get ready to tie a knot which is now.

DHRUV opens his mouth wide in shock and is obviously happy at the same time when he says,

DHRUV: Aww!

SHIKA: I wanted to go down on my knees and in the very old school manner ask, "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" but I know and I have seen it right now that you didn't like that much so I just want to stand this close to you, look into your eyes with a super confident smile and say that I was a major commitment phobia patient before I meet you and even after, till a few days back. I know you didn't like that I was tongue - tied when you proposed for marriage last month, it hurt you somewhere that I said I was not for it. I was clear from the start with you that it's a casual relationship but now I have realised this late and ofcourse after your realisation. I don't believe that I am saying this but I have to because now I am sure that, "YOU ARE THE ONE AND THE ONLY LOVE I WANT TO HAVE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!" So, "WILL YOU LIKE TO GET OLD WITH ME?"

DHRUV smiles, blushes a bit and holding her hand with his cold ones says,

DHRUV: I would love to!

Both of them hug and steal a kiss under the sky full of shining stars and the moon on the side smiling at them when he says,

DHRUV: Baby it will be funny when from tomorrow I will flaunt my proposal watch in front of people right?

SHIKA: Baby! The ring happened when I told, "YES!" to your relationship proposal and watch happened when you told "YES!" today for mine right?

He smiles giving her a kiss on the forehead.