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[ghostie-cola]

when karol g saw danny ramirez from across her veranda, fainted, then proceeded to have a fever dream about him… i felt that

[lisbvn]

MASTERLIST ¡! ❞

marvel ༉‧₊˚.

› joaquín torres ༄ waist

› james buchanan barnes ✪ bugs / long-term investment

› robert "bob" reynolds ✱ coming soon...

› natasha romanoff ⧗ coming soon...

› yelena belova ⴵ coming soon...

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others ⭑.ᐟ

› clark kent ▾ focus / slow down / popular / morning

› luke castellan ☤ drawn

› manny alvarez ☣︎ coming soon...

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[eyelessfaces]

tbf he's gonna need it

[lisbvn]

joaquín torres x reader contents : fluff A/N : help his waist seems so grabbable

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joaquín walked through the door, running a hand through his damp hair as he kicked off his sneakers. his black compression shirt clung to him, the outline of his dog tags just barely visible beneath the fabric. grey sweatpants sat low on his hips, and your brain just about malfunctioned.

you didn’t even try to stop yourself. the second he was close enough, your hands found his waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt tightly.

"hey," he said, a little breathless from his workout, but he didn’t pull away.

you hummed in response, too focused on the way he felt under your hands. lean, warm, and safe. you had no explanation for it, but something about it made your brain all foggy. your fingers flexed, gripping him just a little tighter.

joaquín let out a quiet laugh, "mm, mi amor,” he nudged the top of your head with his chin before kissing it softly “long day?"

"mhm," you murmured, shifting so you could press your forehead against his neck. your hands refused to leave his sides, thumbs brushing absent circles against his shirt.

he exhaled, wrapping his arms around you like he knew you weren’t letting go anytime soon. "take your time," he said, voice low and easy.

so you did.

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[lawboysammyy]

call me the pixar lamp the way i’m bouncing on it. up and down, side to side, back and forth.

[lisbvn]

finished my 8-page biology/chemistry paper and immediately started writing the clark kent scenario i had been thinking about while zoning out in class earlier

[lisbvn]

Can you do one where the reader and bucky are celebrating their first wedding anniversary, and she tells him in a cutesy way that she's pregnant?

bucky barnes x fem!reader contents : fluff, pregnancy announcement, soft domesticity word count : 386 A/N : oh my goodness this man deserves the world ☹️ thank you so much for the request anon! 🫶

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bucky sits on the couch, one arm stretched along the backrest, his fingers brushing absentmindedly against the soft fabric. he looks content, relaxed in a way he never used to be. his wedding ring glints in the low light as he reaches for you, tugging you down beside him until you're curled into his side.

“happy anniversary,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

you hum, nuzzling closer, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. “happy anniversary.”

for a while, neither of you speak. the sound of rain outside fills the silence, the occasional flicker of candlelight dancing in the reflection of the window. It’s quiet, intimate, just the two of you.

you tilt your head up, looking at him, taking in the soft creases at the corners of his eyes, the way his thumb traces idle patterns against your arm. your heart swells, and suddenly, the words are right there on the tip of your tongue.

“so,” you start, voice barely above a whisper. “i, um. i didn’t get you a big gift or anything. figured it’d be hard to top last year.”

he chuckles, low and warm. “doll, you could get me a rock and i’d love it.”

you bite your lip, nervous now, but in the best way. your fingers play with the hem of your sweater as you take a breath. “okay, well... i kinda have something. but it’s more of a, uhm, long-term investment.”

bucky lifts a brow, amused. “yeah?”

you nod, reaching for his hand, guiding it to rest against your stomach.

his expression shifts—confused, then surprised, then something softer, something unspoken. his fingers twitch slightly against the fabric of your sweater.

“you serious?” he asks, voice quiet.

you nod again, biting back a grin. “yeah.”

he exhales sharply, like the wind’s been knocked out of him, and then he’s pulling you into his arms, holding you like you might disappear if he lets go.

“you’re gonna be a dad, bucky,” you whisper against his shoulder.

he laughs, breathless, a little disbelieving. “holy shit.”

you both stay like that, wrapped up in each other, the rain still falling outside, the candles burning low. and for a long moment, there’s nothing else in the world but the two of you and the tiny, incredible future growing between you.

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[lisbvn]

i’d love some requests my angels 👼 i’m down to write whoever you’d like!!

[lisbvn]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 morning - lazy morning drabble with clark

clark kent x reader contents : fluff word count : around 230

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the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. the quiet hum of the world waking up outside was barely audible, the only sounds in the room the soft rustling of sheets and the occasional bird call.

you lay there, nestled against clark, his warmth pressed close, his breathing steady and sure. his arm rested around your waist, instinctively pulling you nearer, even in sleep. his cheek brushed the top of your head, and you swear you could sense the smile on his lips.

it was peaceful. just the two of you, lingering in the quiet before the day unfolded. the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the heat of his skin against yours.

there was something perfect about moments like this. no words, no rush. just the soft intimacy of existing together, here, where everything else faded away.

his fingers traced slow, absent-minded patterns along your back, warmth sinking into your skin. you shifted slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. his eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and the tenderness in them made your heart ache in the best way.

"morning," he murmured, voice low, edged with drowsiness.

you smiled, your hand resting on his chest. "morning."

he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, holding you a little closer. the world could wait. for now, it was just the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of morning, and nothing else mattered.

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[lisbvn]

thinking about ‘wear the hat, ride the cowboy’ with clark kent..

[lisbvn]

anon request : Heyyy could you do a Clark x popular reader who has Lana/Chloe jealous maybe an outsider pov or some interaction with them with reader and Clark. Please?

clark kent x popular!reader contents : jealousy, angst, unresolved tension, chloe being jealous again summary : chloe feels an unexpected, painful sense of jealousy when she catches clark sharing a quiet, intimate moment with you in the library. word count : 714 A/N : hey anon, sorry it took so long—I'm so bad at writing conflict, it makes me squirm. and sooo sorry for accidently deleting your request! i hope you find this

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the library is still, the kind of still that makes the air feel thick, like everything is holding its breath. chloe weaves through the aisles, her movements fluid, a notebook tucked against her chest, fingers curled around the worn cover. she expects to find clark in his usual spot, hunched over some book he’ll later pretend wasn’t that interesting, waiting for her to help shape his scattered thoughts into something readable.

instead, she finds him with you.

you're sitting close, heads bent over a shared book, shoulders nearly touching. he’s smiling—really smiling, the kind that reaches his eyes—and when he whispers something, you laugh, soft and unguarded. chloe hesitates, the air catching in her throat. she’s seen clark smile before, even been the reason for it more times than she can remember, but there’s something about this moment that unsettles her.

he looks—peaceful. unburdened in a way he rarely is around her.

chloe lingers, hidden between the shelves, pretending to skim book spines while her ears strain for your words. it’s nothing, she tells herself. just clark being clark. he’s allowed to have other friends, allowed to smile like that with someone else. but still, there’s an ache beneath her ribs, something raw and unfamiliar.

she tells herself it’s all in her head, the way her stomach drops.

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on your way out of the library, you spot chloe at a table near the back, flipping idly through her notebook. she looks up when she hears you approach, eyes flicking between you and clark.

"heading out?"

"yeah," you say, adjusting the strap of your bag. "wanna walk with us?"

she hesitates, just for a second, but then she nods, closing her notebook with a soft thud. "sure."

the three of you step out into the evening air, the sky fading into soft oranges and dusky blues. the walk is quiet, but not uncomfortably so. chloe is quieter than usual, though, her hands tucked into her sleeves, her expression distant.

a few blocks down clark suddenly stops, patting his pockets. "forgot something," he says, sighing. "you guys go ahead, i'll catch up."

which left you and chloe alone.

you don’t mind. you like chloe—she’s sharp and determined, always chasing the next big story with a kind of restless energy that makes you admire her. but something about the way she’s been quiet since leaving the library makes you glance her way.

“everything okay?” you ask.

she doesn’t answer immediately. instead, she exhales, a slow, measured breath, and when she finally speaks, her voice is careful. “can i ask you something?”

“of course.”

chloe stops walking, and you do too. the air is crisp, the kind that makes you want to tuck your hands into your sleeves.

she doesn’t look at you right away. “why do you need clark?”

the question catches you off guard. “what?”

her gaze lifts to yours then, something unreadable flickering behind it. “you have everything,” she says, and it’s almost gentle, but there’s an edge to it, like she’s trying not to let it cut too deep. “people like you. you walk into a room and people notice. you could have anyone. so why clark?”

confusion knots your brows. “chloe, he’s my friend.”

“i know,” she says quickly, like she’s trying to backpedal. “i just—” she exhales sharply, shaking her head. “never mind.”

but you do mind. because now, looking at her, things start to make sense—the way she lingered in the library, the way her voice had gone quiet, careful. the way her words now feel like something she’s been holding onto for longer than just tonight.

“chloe,” you start, softer this time.

but she forces a small, tight smile. “forget i said anything, okay?”

before you can respond, clark jogs back towards you, grinning like he hadn’t just walked into something heavy. “sorry, that took longer than i thought.” he glances between you both, oblivious to the tension still humming in the air. 

“everything good?”

chloe’s smile brightens, effortlessly. “yeah,” she says, and maybe clark buys it, but you know better now.

as you walk together, chloe shifts just slightly, putting an inch more distance between you. it’s small gesture, barely noticeable. but you feel it.

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[lisbvn]

james barnes x reader summary : while retrieving files from an abandoned hydra base, james discovers your biggest weakness; bugs word count : 300-ish

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the air in the abandoned hydra base was thick with dust, every step kicking up small clouds as james rifled through a rusted file cabinet. the dim, flickering overhead lights barely illuminated the space, shadows stretching long against cracked concrete walls.

you were a few cabinets over, scanning through old mission reports with quick, practiced fingers when a soft clatter sounded from your direction. james barely glanced up until he heard you.

a sharp inhale. the rustle of fabric. and then—

"nope."

his head snapped toward you just in time to see you take a full step back, tension coiling through your body. your face had gone blank. too blank, the way it always did when you were trying not to react.

james’ brows furrowed. what the hell…?

then he followed your rigid stare downward.

a small, unassuming spider, no larger than a quarter, crawled across the open drawer.

he blinked, then looked back up at you.

"you serious?"

your jaw twitched. “i am very serious.”

a slow grin spread across his lips, the kind that usually got him smacked, but he couldn't help it. this was gold. the assassin, who had killed more men than fury—or anyone who was involved in her hiring—cared to admit, was frozen solid over a tiny, eight-legged intruder.

“you scared of bugs, sweetheart?” his voice was all slow drawl, amusement curling at the edges.

“i am not scared.” your voice was tight. “i just don’t like them.”

he crouched slightly, pretending to go for the spider, lips twitching. “so if i…”

“barnes. i swear to the gods.”

he laughed outright then, a low, warm sound that echoed through the empty base. but despite his teasing, he reached over and carefully flicked the spider away with his vibranium hand, watching as it disappeared into the shadows.

you exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing at him in suspicion. “if you tell anyone about this—”

james held up a hand, mock-serious. “scout’s honor.”

you squinted. “you were never a scout.”

his grin widened

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[lisbvn]

i'm really sorry, anon! i accidentally deleted your request for the jealousy drabble, but whoever you are, i promise it's coming soon!

[lisbvn]

hi so Clark’s first make out, if you’re comfortable writing that? I just think he’d be so flustered

clark kent x reader contents : kissing, fluff, lovesick clark word count : 489 A/N : you had me blushing in the bus just thinking about this anon 😮‍💨 hope it’s what you were looking for!!

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it starts slow

your lips brush against his in the faintest of touches, barely there, just enough to tease. his breath stutters, and you feel him tense under your hands, muscles wound tight beneath the soft fabric of his shirt.

you hum against his lips, tilting your head to kiss him properly, and that’s all it takes.

clark makes a quiet, needy sound in the back of his throat and suddenly, he’s kissing you like he’s been holding back for years. his hands slide up your back, pulling you closer, and he deepens the kiss clumsily—too eager, too desperate. his glasses slip down his nose, but he doesn’t seem to care.

you pull away just slightly, laughing breathlessly. “slow down,” you murmur, amused.

his eyes blink open, dazed and wide, and the realization of how quickly he got carried away hits him all at once. his face turns an adorable shade of red, ears burning, and he stammers, “sorry—I didn’t mean to—”

“it’s fine,” you interrupt softly, giving him a gentle smile. “you’re fine.”

he glances at you through thick lashes, the faintest blush creeping up his neck. “i just…i really want to get this right.”

you tilt your head, shifting a little closer, your fingers brushing lightly along his arm. “you are,” you say, your voice steady and warm, as you take his hand in yours.

he swallows hard, still unsure of himself but holding onto your hand like it's the only thing keeping him grounded. "i just—" he starts, but this time, you cut him off, lifting your other hand to his cheek, coaxing his focus back to you.

"just kiss me, clark," you whisper, almost teasing, but your voice is soft and inviting, and when his eyes flicker back to yours, there's something undeniable between you.

without another word, he leans in again, a little slower this time, a little more deliberate. he kisses you with the same gentle care, but this time there’s no rush. no desperation. it's just him, feeling your lips against his, taking his time to savor the way you feel, the way you fit together so easily.

you let him, enjoying the way he’s gradually letting go of the tension, the way his kisses become more confident as he finds his rhythm. his hand shifts, brushing your jaw, his thumb caressing the curve of your cheek as if he’s making a promise with each tender touch.

the world is quiet around you, and for a moment, there’s only the two of you, nothing to rush and nowhere to be.

when you pull back, this time it’s only for a second, just enough to meet his gaze. clark’s face is flushed, his lips slightly parted, and the smile that creeps across his face is shy but real.

“that was better,” he says quietly, his voice rougher than usual.

you laugh softly, brushing your thumb over his lip. “yeah,” you agree, “it was.”

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[lisbvn]

❀ᬊ focus

clark kent x reader contents : clark being intense, eye contact (scary) word count : 209 A/N : a drabble for the girls who can't look people in the eyes (me)

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it was becoming impossible to focus when clark was around. his presence was overwhelming in the best possible way. he had this intensity about him that made your heart race every time he looked at you.

you’d try to talk to him, to look him in the eye, but every time you did, your stomach would flip, and you'd look away, embarrassed by the way his gaze seemed to pierce right through you.

you could feel him watching you now, standing just a little too close, his presence a quiet weight that made the air feel thicker.

"you okay?" clark asked, his voice smooth, but there was something in it that made you feel exposed, like he could tell exactly what you were thinking.

you cleared your throat, staring down at your hands. "yeah, just..tired."

"mm," he hummed, his tone so knowing, "look at me."

your heart stuttered. the way he said it was so quiet, so firm, a command laced with reassurance.

you swallowed, your eyes flicking up to meet his, and immediately, the world dimmed, faded to nothing but the quiet pull between you. his eyes, steady and deep, held no urgency—only something weightier, something waiting.

and even if you wanted to, you couldn’t look away.

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[lisbvn]

luke castellan x daughter of dionysus!reader contents : kissing, fluff, teasing, percabeth being a chaotic duo summary : what starts as playful teasing quickly turns into something more when luke’s lingering looks lead to an unexpected kiss. word count : 1.3k

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you were lying on your bed, finishing up a book you'd started a while ago, the lingering summer heat making it unbearable to be under the sheets. all the windows in your cabin were wide open, diaphanous curtains billowing in the warm breeze. the faded sounds of other campers carried in from outside, creating the perfect ambiance for reading. perks of being the only child of dionysus: you got this entire sucker to yourself.

a knock came at the door right as you were turning a page, the door already starting to open. you barely had time to put your book down before a figure slipped in, closing the door as rapidly as the gods allowed.

luke castellan stood there, both hands still glued to the door, unmoving, chest rising and falling heavily. his eyes were fixed on the ground, brows furrowed, listening intently.

"castellan, what are y—"

you were cut off immediately with an aggressively whispered "shhh." his finger raised in front of his pursed lips, furthering his point.

his shirt was wet—well, at least part of it was. which wasn’t uncommon for campers here; there were plenty of water-related activities. but you found it odd that nothing else on him seemed to have been touched by said water.

once he deemed the coast clear, his shoulders sagged, and he sauntered over to you, collapsing face-first onto your bed with a groan.

"you wanna explain what that was?" you questioned after a beat, staring down at the mop of curls beside your hip.

"percy jackson and annabeth chase will be the death of me," his muffled voice grumbled. he turned over, looking up at you. your brows raised, signaling him to continue. "percy somehow convinced annabeth that it was a good idea to start a water fight, and now i have a bunch of cabin 11 kids running around, ensuing havoc.”

well, that explained the shirt.

"i thought most had gone home?"

"most have, but the rest are here until thursday." he sounded utterly defeated, his face falling into his open palms, and you couldn't help the little smile that crept onto your lips at his moping.

"that’s only two days away."

"two days with hermes kids is a lot longer than you’d think."

"oh, i know," you remarked, dramatically wiping a hand across your forehead and letting out a sound of faux exhaustion.

his brows furrowed for a second before realization dawned, and before you knew it, you were being tackled further onto the mattress. his fingers dug into your sides, relentless in their tickling. your cheeks were right about ready to burst, with your body shaking with laughter, ribcage and stomach burning. 

"luke, i can’t breathe," you managed between desperate gasps and giggles.

luke’s fingers didn’t let up. instead, one hand slipped under your shirt, tickling your bare side. he managed to hold down your arms—to some extent—between his endless light prods, and then had the audacity to laugh at your suffering like the menace he was.

"say you're sorry, and i'll stop," he said, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably, a cheshire-like grin spreading across his pretty face.

"alright—alright, i’m sorry, just—" your sentence died out in a breath of exhaustion as he finally stopped his borderline torture.

he collapsed beside you, right hand remaining limply under your shirt, arm slung across your abdomen. neither of you moved or spoke for a good minute, comfortable silence settling over the room like a shawl of calm as you caught your breath.

a slight disappointment flickered through you when he retracted his hand, instead reaching for the book by your hip. he lifted it lazily, turning it over to read the blurb.

"annabeth lent it to me. told me it would help me keep up with her architectural rambling." she was a bright kid, a bit too bright. straightforward, too. you were sitting behind the amphitheater one day when she paused mid-musing to tell you that if you kept "furrowing your brows at her like she was speaking russian," you’d have wrinkles before you were twenty.

safe to say, that left you a bit flabbergasted.

the following day, she knocked on your cabin door holding a book by frank ching and a packet of insanely out-of-date candy—which you ate nonetheless.

"so this," luke held up the book, "is why you’ve been cooped up in here all day."

you rolled your eyes, feigning irritation, but when your gaze settled back on him, you found him staring.

his eyes had a faint twinkle—something soft, something warm.

"what?"

"nothing."

"no, seriously. what's with the staring?"

"you look good."

your mouth opened slightly, but no response came. luke had complimented you before—it wasn’t unfamiliar—but the way he was looking at you now, cheek resting on his hand, eyes scanning your face, admiring, made it feel like a foreign concept. it had a sanguine shade rushing to the forefront of your cheeks and ears. 

"luke," you warned, grabbing the book from his hand and discarding it on your bedside table to avoid his gaze before you imploded. 

"what? i can’t compliment a pretty girl?" if he kept this up, he might be complimenting you in your eulogy instead.

you huffed, getting up from the bed. he moved to the edge.

"oh, come on, don’t go all shy on me now," he teased, grabbing your wrist and guiding you back between his spread legs. your eyes met, and you felt a pull analogous to that of a tidal force, the moon luring the sea. luke was drawing you in, closer, your faces mere inches apart.

"can i?" he asked softly, his breath warm against your lips. you both knew what he wanted; the look in his eyes, gentle and full of longing, left no room for confusion.

you gave a small nod.

and then he kissed you.

luke castellan was kissing you, and your mind couldn’t form a single coherent thought. 

it started light, a tender brush of lips, a fleeting test of waters. but then he deepened it, his hands framing your jaw, tilting your head down slightly. his fingertips burned against your skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake, like sun rays piercing through a canopy.

"i need to breathe," you gasped heavily after a long blissful moment.

there was a stupidly boyish grin on his face as he took in your reddened figure, and you buried your face in your hands out of sheer embarrassment.

luke chuckled, prying your hands away from your face. “no need to be embarrassed,” he teased, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles. “unless you think that was bad. in which case, i take offense.”

you groaned, dramatically flopping back onto the bed. “it wasn’t bad, castellan.”

his grin widened. “oh? so you liked it?”

before you could answer, the door suddenly burst open with a loud BANG, sending both of you scrambling. a stream of ice-cold water shot through the air, hitting luke square in the chest.

“found you!” percy’s triumphant voice rang through the cabin as he wielded an oversized water gun, annabeth standing beside him with an equally smug expression.

luke groaned, throwing his head back against the mattress. “i hate you both.”

“shouldn’t have run.” annabeth smirked.

you barely held back your laughter as luke shot you a betrayed look. “oh, you think this is funny?”

percy pumped the water gun, aiming it at you now. “you’re awfully close to the fugitive, so you might be guilty by association.”

“percy, don’t you dare—”

a second later, another jet of water hit you right in the shoulder, making you yelp. the next few moments were chaos—luke scrambling to shield you, you trying to escape, and annabeth yelling something about percy being a traitor as she too was hit by a stream of water.

safe to say, your cabin did not survive the onslaught.

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