#grilfriend

[caustictongue]

dropping my rora design and running away giggling (click for HD)

[joytri]

you are the milk to my coffee and damn I live for the milk in my coffee

[archived-stories]

“Chili peppers are spicy strawberries.”

[darkwave911]

doodle

[perfect-sighs]

Si te eliminé no significa que te odio, todo lo contrario.

Y es que, sin duda alguna, de una vez por todas, es momento que cada una tome su propio camino, con la esperanza que esta vez, no nos volvamos a encontrar; ya fue suficiente para las dos.

Entiendo que, sea lo que sea, nos lo gritaba desde el principio. Así que, desde hoy le pusimos un FIN y está bien.

Te deseo lo mejor por siempre.

[winter-soldier-vibes]

I wanna dance with somebody (Sebastian Stan x reader

I wanna dance with somebody

Imagine being Sebastian Stan’s girlfriend and working out with him. He does a lot of weights/gym/ab work, and whenever you tag along you like die, and he gives you a hard time about it every time. Finally having enough, you ask him to join you for your pick of a workout, and him being cocky, agrees. What he doesn't know is you can dance really well and he can't and it's his turn to die and your turn to give him shit

Sebastian Stan x reader

Word count: 1493

Warnings: just Seb slightly dying from your choice of workout, friendly banter, swearing

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! Not going to lie, this idea was inspired from a dream I had, and I thought it was absolutely hysterical. I hope it turned out that way on paper too!

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“Oh my God,” you groan for about the 10th time in the last hour. You and your boyfriend Sebastian worked out together, and he was getting ready to shoot Falcon and the Winter Soldier. The two of you were doing a lot of weights and ab workouts, and it was kicking your ass. Not that you’d admit it though.

Sebastian laughed a little. “What’s wrong? Can’t keep up?” he asked playfully. You sent him a glare and readjusted. “No, I’m fine.” This was a thing the two of you had. You would struggle, he would give you shit about it, and you would deny that you could barely keep up. 

He chuckled. “So, you want me to add more weight, is that what you're saying?” Your eyes widened and you laughed. “You gotta be kidding me.” 

You sat up and rubbed your shoulders. “How is it that I'm still sore from 2 days ago?” you asked. He laughed again. “You know, it’s fine if you need to take a break. I’ll just keep going, if that’s cool with you.”

You grabbed your water bottle and threw it at him, trying to suppress a smile. “I can keep up just fine! You know, if I was in charge of what the workout was, you’d be dying right about now.”

He raised his eyebrows and smiled at you. “Oh really? Now, why do I find that hard to believe?”

You crossed your arms. “You wanna try me?”

He shrugged. “You’re on. What are we doing?”

You smiled almost deviously, knowing exactly what was going to happen. You were a really good dancer. Sebastian was perfectly capable on the dance floor, but not when it came to the intense cardio that you had in mind. “Dance,” you said simply.

He looked at you in disbelief. “Seriously? That's what you think is going to be the end of me?” He too knew you were a dancer, but again, he had no idea what you were implying by a dance workout. You nodded your head, trying to hide how much you were planning to enjoy this. He shrugged his shoulders. “Alrighty then. We’ll try out your little experiment tomorrow. For now, let's finish these bench presses.”

You layed back down on the bench and smiled to yourself. This was going to be so much fun.

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The next day, you dressed in your workout gear and waited for Seb to come and join you. You pulled up the dance workout video you usually used on YouTube just as he walked in. He still had a cocky grin on his face. If only he realized what was coming. 

You smiled at him, asking “You sure you’re ready for this?” He nodded in a ‘yeah-let’s-get-on-with-it’ way, and you pressed play, listening to the introduction.

Now, this dance video was 1 hour long, and you weren’t even sure if he’d make it through the first 10 minutes. You were very certain that you’d finally get payback for all the shit he gave you all the time. And you couldn’t wait.

The first song was a simple warm-up, mostly stretching. Seb looked at you with ‘are-you-kidding-me’ written all over his face.  You swallowed yet another smile, knowing full well what was coming up.

The second song was a completely different story.

What you hadn’t mentioned when you had said “dancing,” was that this was more of a HIIT style of working out with different dance moves. And by the end of the second song, you could hear Seb breathing pretty heavily. 

This was about 7 minutes into the entire workout. And only you knew this, but it only got more intense from here. 

You looked over at him at the next song cued up “What’s the matter? Can’t keep up?” you asked in the same mocking tone that he would use for you. He glanced over. “Nope, I’m doing’ great over here,” he said very unconvincingly. 

You laughed to yourself and turned back to the video. You had done this so many times that you could do it without looking if you wanted to. This song was more advanced, and you know exactly how to do the moves and make it look effortless. Seb stopped and looked at you. “How the fuck am I supposed to do that?” he asked.

You laughed out loud this time, and glanced at him. “Just try your best. You can sit out if you need to, but I’m just going to keep going.” He looked annoyed. “Oh shut up,” he said as he tried (and failed) to copy the movement. 

This went on for the next few songs.

Around 2/3rds of the way through, your favorite song in the roster came on. You started singing while simultaneously doing moves that involved jumping. “You’ve got to be shitting me,” Seb practically wheezed out. You glanced at him. “I thought that was Chris Evans’ line,” you said teasingly. He was breathing heavily and in between he breathed out “Fuck...you…”

You tried to suppress more laughter. “Maybe when this is done,” you said as you winked at him. A few seconds went by and Seb said “Please tell me this is almost over.”

  “There’s 3 more songs after this one. The last one is stretching, and the next one is the hardest one in the routine.”

“Great,” he deadpanned.

The song you were referring to was basically variations of jumping for 4 minutes straight. This was the song you were most excited for. It started with jumping and clapping under your legs, which was immediately followed with Seb saying “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”

You laughed out loud again. “I promise, Seb, this is the last intense one. I swear to you.” You were finding this all extremely amusing, seeing as how Seb was feeling the way you felt almost every day. You could almost understand him messing around with you if he had this much fun with it.

When the final songs ended and the two of you finished stretching, Seb fell to the floor still trying to catch his breath. You stood over him, hands on your hips. “So, was I right in thinking that this would be the end of you?”

He sent you a death glare which you knew had no actual anger behind it. It only made you laugh more. “Now you know how I feel almost every day,” you said.

You just stood there for a few moments, deciding if you wanted to say the next part. When you decided that you did, you added, “You know that usually that’s only half on what I do?”

He laughed, still trying to catch his breath. “No, I don’t know that. How are you breathing? It’s like you're a god or something…”

You put a hand on your chest. “Why, thank you.” You sat down next to him, leaning back on your hands. He turned to you again and asked, “Why didn’t I know you could dance like that?”

You shrugged. “I didn’t think it was relevant.”

He propped himself up on one of his elbows, saying “well it should have been. You’re gorgeous when you dance.” He smiled and winked at you. 

You put one of your hands over his. “How about this. Let’s go take a shower and clean off all this sweat.” The two of you looked down at yourselves. Despite you knowing the routine, the two of you were absolutely dripping in sweat. 

He laughed and looked back up at you. “Sounds good to me, babe.”

You stood up and held your hand out. Seb took it, and you helped him up. The two of you started walking to the bathroom, and you felt a pinch on your ass. You squeaked and swatted his hand away, laughing for the upteenth time that morning, him joining you. “Maybe we should do that again sometime,” you said. He shook his head and let out a breath. “Never again. I’ll watch maybe…”

You swatted him playfully again and turned on the shower. He held his hands up and said “What, a guy can try right? I can’t help that you're a really good dancer.”

You laughed at him playing innocent, and nodded to the shower. 

“Come on, let’s go. We can have fun later”

[why-is-tomh-so-pretty]

The best one yet

It was his birthday, he usually didn’t like celebrating, But you wanted to make a cake for him, and the day wasn’t as easy as you thought it’d be....

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You had to go to the supermarket to get baking soda, Cause you used the last of it to clean your shoes last time, Regardless you needed to buy snacks for the house too, You start from your house in your car, And see that there is just enough fuel to take you to and back from the supermarket

So you get in, buy all the stuff needed and even got a pretty stand for the cake, You get back and roll up your sleeves to start baking. You had 4 hours till he came back home so you could make AND decorate the cake without any rush at all, So you start mixing the batter and put the cake in the oven.

You go back into the room to scroll through cake ideas until the cake bakes, 2 hours later, you're in the kitchen wondering why the timer hadn’t set off yet, Only to realise that you haven’t switched the oven on..

But by now it’s too late to start baking, And there is less than an hour till he comes back, You rush into the car to quickly stop by the bakery to see if you could find a small cake for him, You Park your car and pick up the cake, And start back home, Two minutes into the drive your car starts whirring and finally breaking to a halt, In the middle of nowhere, And it’s dark too, So you tried calling your friend to try and pick you up, But there was no answer, You try calling road side assistance but they said it’ll take two more hours till they can help you, As a final resort you call boyfriend.

When you call him, a voice trembling with worry answers, Before you could even say anything,

" Y/n, where the hell were you, I tried texting and calling so many times, I was running around the neighbourhood asking if you’ve gone anywhere, Where are you?"

"Oh.. So you were worried, hehehe, So you care about me, heheh" You giggled,

"Of course I do dumbo, now tell me where you ran off too"

"Oh yeah that, I’m near the bakery we usually go to"

"Why on ear- oooh oh ok haha, am I meeting you there? Or"

"No my car actually broke down, so you have to pick me up"

"Okay then I’m coming"

And he was finally there, you decided not to go back home directly, Instead you took a long drive down the highway eating the almost melted bday cake,

"I’m sorry I ruined your bday", you said while feeding him from the passenger seat

"Nope this one is the best yet" He smiled,

[vapsi0w0]

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