x reader she's like Barbie. she can be anything. she can be everything. she can do whatever I'm not dare to do in rl and she can choose her man. *sigh* Life've never been better.
reader at a bar being approached by johnny ‘my wife thinks you’re attractive’ mactavish but his wife is 6’4, 250lbs, wears a skull balaclava in public and is staring you down like you killed his mother
Summary: Jake finally comes home after a long day of work and can’t help but distract you.
Warnings: Fluff, yearning, a bit suggestive towards the end
Word count: 745
AN: I just had to write this one, I’ve had Jake Lockley content living rent free in my mind all month long! I’m prob gonna write something before the end of the year, maybe something holiday or winter themed for both Yelena and the Moonboys. I missed writing, it feels so good to be back even if just for a bit 😭. Anyways hope you enjoy!
Translation: Carino- Sweetheart, Mi amor- My love, Querida- Dear, Querida te necesito ahora- Dear I need you now
“Just one more email and then I’ll be done for the day,” you whispered to yourself as you looked at the time.
8:00 PM
You were finishing up work on your laptop from the comfort of the apartment you and your boyfriend shared. Working from home had its perks. You could have your own schedule, be more productive, and of course, spend more time with your boyfriend. But it was times like these, when you wish you could just clock out of work and worry about things the next day. You had been working all morning and afternoon, and now that it was evening, you were finally about to be done. Your boyfriend usually got back home at around 6 PM, but unfortunately, today he had texted you a while ago, informing you that he got stuck in traffic and still had several other clients to pick up.
You sighed, you knew Jake was extremely hard working, whenever he used the body it was mostly for work, especially since Steven and Marc had somewhat unstable employment, Jake often tried to contribute as much as he could. Even if Steven and Marc had gotten a side job to help around, both making more than enough to pay rent and daily expenses, Jake still firmly and stubbornly took on an extensive workload. As a taxi driver, he could work whatever schedule he wanted, therefore he would often, when neither Marc or Steven had the body, take the heaviest but best paying hours, which caused him to go overtime and come back home late at night.
You straightened up in your chair and leaned on the desk Steven had set up for you after he insisted that you have a proper work area. God, you were gonna have the back of a senior citizen if you didn’t start sitting properly soon.
Suddenly, you heard the front door of the apartment open.
“Carino, I’m home!” he called out from the entrance. You heard Jake drop his jacket and work bag on the ground, quickly closing the door behind him.
Your attention stayed on your laptop, determined to finish writing the email that would finally free you from your day’s work.
“Carino” you heard Jake’s shoes dragging on the ground, his steps towards you heavy and dragged.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him suddenly drop down on the ground next to you, getting on his knees next to your chair. You felt the weight of him resting his head on your lap and wrapping his arms around your knees.
“Mmm I missed you so much mi amor” he said as he nuzzled his face on your lap. You had to admit, you were a bit taken aback by Jake right now. It had taken an exceptionally long time for Jake to warm up to you when you first started dating Steven and then Marc. Although, recently he had been more vulnerable regarding his needs, fronting when he wanted to be in your company or help you out with something more often.
You looked down at Jake, sliding his hat off his head and running your fingers through his curls. As if second nature, he nestled into your touch like a sad puppy, looking up at you and moaning softly. His expression was tired and the lonely and needy look on his face was unmistakable.
“What’s wrong Jake? Were the customers difficult today?” you gently asked, smiling down at him sweetly.
“Mhm, I’m exhausted querida” he answered. He looked towards your open laptop, pouting slightly, ”how long until you finish working?”
You looked up at the screen, “mmm, I just need to review this one more time…” You scanned the email, looking for any errors. As you did, you stroked Jake’s hair. You could feel Jake sliding one of his hands up your thigh and down your knee, whining lightly, anxious for your attention.
Finally, you sent the email and closed your laptop.
Hearing your laptop close, Jake immediately stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist, taking you into his embrace. You moved your hands up and continued to brush his hair with your fingers. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent and swaying from side to side slightly.
“Mmm, querida te necesito ahora” you felt him kiss your neck tenderly as he pulled you to your bedroom.
You giggled, following him as you started unbuttoning his shirt.
You can write about how, for example, Reader is a Barca Femeni player, and Eric has been interested in her for a long time but is embarrassed to admit it to Reader, and Ferran forces Eric to talk to Reader at a club dinner. Reader is a famous and professional striker, but she is a really nice girl, although she also likes Eric.
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making eyes across the room.
masterlist requests word count: 990
a/n: eric request yay
genre: fluff.
warnings: none.
summary: ferran sets you up with eric.
You spot him before he spots you. Eric is standing near the buffet table with a plate he clearly filled just to avoid talking to people. He pokes at a croquette like it personally offended him. His shoulders sit a little too stiff, his eyes flick over the room like he is scanning for exits instead of teammates.
You would laugh if your stomach was not doing that weird little flip it always does when you see him. It is so stupid. You face world class defenders every week and here you are getting shy about a man who gets stressed by tapas.
The annual Barça dinner is loud in the way only football teams can be. Tables packed together, music a little too lively, laughter bouncing off the high walls of the hall. Everyone is dressed up and pretending they are not checking who has the best outfit. It is fun. It is chaotic. It is also the perfect setting for your brain to remind you that you have a crush on Eric García.
You try to ignore it. You try to just enjoy the night. You grab a drink, greet a few teammates, talk about the season so far, pose for a picture with Alexia who insists on twirling you by the arm. But your eyes keep sliding back to the other side of the room.
Back to him.
He looks good tonight, which annoys you. He looks like he took a deep breath in front of a mirror and decided to be brave about something. You have no idea what. Maybe life in general.
You are still staring when Ferran walks into your line of sight. He follows your gaze, then makes a face like he just caught two teenagers liking each other and wants credit for noticing.
You sigh. “Do not say anything.”
Ferran grins, the most annoying grin a man has ever worn. “Too late. I already thought it.”
You nudge him lightly. “Please behave. For one night.”
“Why would I behave when I can cause problems and help mi hermano at the same time?”
Your brain pauses. “Tu hermano?”
“Eric.” Ferran tilts his head toward him. “You know he likes you, right?”
You choke on air. Literally choke. Ferran slaps your back way too hard to be helpful.
“He what?”
“It is so obvious,” Ferran says. “He sees you and his whole soul leaves his body. Like poof, gone. Empty eyes. No thoughts. Only you.”
Your face burns. “You are lying.”
“I am not. I asked him once if he thought you were pretty and he turned red like a tomato and said he did not want to talk about it.”
You blink fast. That sounds like Eric. Exactly like him, actually.
Ferran steps behind you and gives you a firm push. “Go talk to him.”
“No.” You dig your heels in. “Ferran.”
“My job here is done.” He nudges you again. This time, you stumble a little forward into Eric’s line of sight.
Eric freezes like he has been hit by a spotlight. He looks at you, then at his plate, then back at you, and you can see the exact moment panic starts doing laps inside his brain.
You decide to be kind. You give him a small smile as you approach.
“Hey,” you say, “having fun?”
He swallows like fun is the last thing he was having. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. You?”
“I am good.” You try to say it casually, but your heart is beating too fast. “You look nice tonight.”
His ears go pink immediately. “Thanks. You look amazing. I mean, you always look good, but tonight you look, um… yeah.”
You bite back a smile. “That was surprisingly smooth.”
“It was not,” he mutters.
“It kind of was.”
He opens his mouth, then closes it, then tries again. “Ferran made you come over, right?”
You laugh softly. “He shoveled me over like a cow at a farm.”
Eric winces. “I swear I did not ask him to.”
“I believe you.” You lean slightly on the table. “But I am not unhappy I ended up here.”
His eyes flick up, startled and hopeful.
“I like talking to you,” you add.
“Oh.” He blinks, then clears his throat. “I like talking to you too.”
You both stand there, awkwardly adorable, which would be funny if it was not your life.
A little silence settles between you. Not uncomfortable, just warm. The kind where you feel aware of every inch of space between you.
Eric shifts his weight. “I wanted to talk to you earlier, actually. I just did not know if you would want that.”
“Why would I not?”
He gives a helpless little shrug. “You are you.”
You frown. “What does that mean?”
“You are one of the best strikers in the world,” he murmurs, eyes on his plate, “and you are kind and funny and pretty and way out of my league. So sometimes I do not know what to say.”
You stare at him. You absolutely did not expect that level of honesty from a man who looked like he might pass out just from eye contact.
“Eric.”
He keeps staring at the croquette like it is the only safe object in the room. You reach out and touch his wrist lightly. He looks up immediately.
“I like you too,” you say gently.
His mouth falls open. “You do?”
“Yeah. Kind of a lot.”
He looks like someone just told him he won the lottery but also that the lottery is emotional intimacy.
“Wow. OK. I was not prepared for that.”
You smile. “Is it a bad thing?”
“No. No, it is a great thing. It is the best thing. I am just… processing.”
You shift closer, bumping your shoulder softly against his. “We can process together if you want.”
That earns you the tiniest, sweetest smile. “Yeah. I would like that.”
Behind you, someone whistles. It is absolutely Ferran. You do not need to turn around to know. He shouts something like “Finally,” and you roll your eyes while Eric groans into his hands.
“I am going to fight him,” Eric mumbles.
You laugh. “No, you aren’t.”
“I might.”
“You can’t beat him. He is taller.”
Eric sighs dramatically, but he is smiling now, the tension melting off him like sand falling from fingers.
The dinner goes on. People move around you. Conversations spin like little storms. But Eric stays by your side. When you walk to your table, he walks with you. When you sit, he pulls out your chair. When someone asks him to take a picture, he glances at you first like he wants to be sure you are not leaving.
Late in the night, you both end up outside on the terrace. It is quieter out here. The city lights flicker in the distance and the air tastes more like night than celebration.
Eric leans on the railing. “Can I be honest about something?”
“Please do.”
“I have liked you for months.” His voice is soft. “I just never wanted to bother you.”
“You never bothered me,” you say. “You never could.”
He studies you for a long moment. “Can I be honest about one more thing?”
You nod.
He steps a little closer. “I am probably going to mess this up, because I am not suave like some guys on the team, but I really want to kiss you.”
The confession hits you in the chest. Warm, dizzying, perfect.
You walk up to him, close enough that your shoulder brushes his arm. “I really want to kiss you too.”
He laughs under his breath, eyes dropping to your mouth. “Is that your official permission?”
“Yeah,” you whisper. “It is.”
Eric lifts his hand to your cheek like he is making sure this is real. You lean into his touch. His other hand settles lightly at your waist, hesitant but wanting. You rest your hands on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat.
And then he kisses you.
He kisses you like he has been thinking about it every day. Slow at first, careful, then a little deeper when you tug him closer. He tastes like a hint of wine and a lot of nerves, and all of it feels ridiculously perfect.
When you pull back, he is smiling like a man who has just discovered joy exists.
“Well,” he breathes, “I guess that did solve some things.”
“Yeah,” you whisper. “It really did.”
You stay like that for a while. Talking. Laughing. Looking at each other with that new knowledge between you. The world fades to a hum and the night feels softer than before.
When everyone starts saying their goodbyes, Eric walks you to your car, hands tucked in his pockets, staying close like he is already used to it.
“Can I see you tomorrow?” he asks. “Not in a football way. In a me and you way.”
You grin. “Yeah. I would love that.”
He exhales, relieved and happy. “Good. Vale. Cool. I will text you.”
When you slide into your seat, he leans in through the open door and kisses your cheek, shy and sweet.
You drive away feeling light, warm, and maybe a little giddy.
MoonKnight Steven helping the reader choose a gift at the museum.
Thank you Anon! This one is just gonna be something a lil sweet 🥰
Themes: gn!reader, momentary Karen interaction, lil sassy Steven to the rescue, some self-depreciation on readers part, general awkwardness (workin on getting better at writing fluff bare with me).
Word count: 1,424
You make your way up the steps of the museum. Today was the first you’d had off since moving to London and you had spotted this on your bus route on the way to work this past week. Though you were supposed to meet up with some workmates in a a little over an hour for lunch you just could pass up the though if wandering around the museum.
Determined to make the most of your first day off you step inside, the soft sounds of voices and footsteps echoing off the high vaulted ceiling. You took in the sight like a kid in a candy store as your heart fluttered, ever the history nerd. You picked your way through the crowd gathered around the gift shop by the entrance. Your nerves get the better of you as you struggle through the crowd and push a little harder. The motion causing you to shoulder check a smaller American woman. The nicknacks and candies in her arms scattered around you as she shouted.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Her round face beet red as she stepped up to you, though she was only about chest height to you you were sure this was how you’d met your end.
“I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean.” You stammer and put your hands up attempting to take a step back. “I can get these-“ you continue and start to pick up her items scattered around.
“Seriously watch where your going! Can’t believe people these days!” She shouted and you winced internally at her voice echoing around you.
“Oi okay.” A soft but firm voice sounded from above you. “They didn’t mean it, obviously. We’ll clean this up you just go back to shoppin’ if you like -“ the source of the voice stopped as you looked up and your eyes met. His soft curls fell forward as he knelt down beside you, a blush rising on his cheeks. “You alright?” You hear an indignant huff and small stomps as the shouting woman stormed off.
Your mouth went dry as your heart thundered in your chest. “Y-yeah. Sorry it’s my fault. So stupid I can pay for all thi-“ you began to apologize.
“Hey, it’s alright.” He holds his hand up a bit in a calming gesture. “Happens all the time, it’s not your fault.” He says softly and smiles as he picks up the rest of the nicknacks. “I’m Steven.” He reaches a hand out.
Nervous panic shoots through you causing you to stand quickly. Feeling a bit woozy as blood rushes to your head as you grip onto the armful of candy and random items. You shift on your feet a bit and squeeze your eyes at the rush.
“Woah, alright.” Steven reaches out and holds your elbow firmly “You okay?”
You nod and look down at your armfull of stuff “How was she even holding all this.” You chuckle.
“No clue, here.” Steven nods towards the register and drops his handful of stuff across it “lay it here I’ll sort it.” He leans forward trying to help get some items out of your arms to help.
You gulp and nod as you lean forward to get everything on the counter. Your lean along with him leaning caused you both to meet in the middle. Steven’s blush reappeared and deepened as you met each others gazes over the counter, faces inches from one another. The moment seemed to stretch on for eternity until -
“Next guided tour, please follow me!” A call jolted you out of your frozen state and you took a step back from the counter.
“I gotta, the tour-“ you pointed at the woman who made the announcement.
“Yeah,” Steven replies, looking a bit disappointed as his gaze shifts from you down to the mess on the counter.
“But,” you take a moment to be brave and touch his hand. “I’ll come back by when it’s over.” You give a soft smile.
His eyes light up and that smile returns. He bites his lip just for a moment and nods, sending your heart racing.
You nod in return and jog off to catch up with the tour guide.
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The tour feels like an eternity as your thoughts linger on Steven. While you do your best to focus on the information being given by the guide all your mind kept bouncing back to was the curls that fell out of place, the softness of his deep brown eyes, the curve of his lips, the -
“And that concludes our tour! Thank you everyone for your time, please don’t forget to donate and check out our gift shop.” The guide calls out, snapping you out of your dazed state.
As the crowd in front of you parts you see Steven nearly on his tiptoes looking around from behind the counter until his eyes settle on you. His smile sends your heart fluttering as he gives a single awkward wave.
You take a deep breath and make your way through the crowd. Every time your eyes flicker up to him you see his gaze locked on you. “Hello again.” You say as you near him.
“Hiya, how was the tour?” He beamed, stepping away from the counter to come closer to you.
“Oh uh, guide was great it was just a bit hard to follow.” You admit as you shuffle slightly on your feet, not wanting to admit he was the reason you couldn’t appreciate the tour.
“Well I mean I could take you around -“ Steven begins.
“Ahem.” Sounds from behind you. You turn and see a harsh looking blonde woman, arms crossed and shooting daggers in his direction as she smacked her gum.
“Right, Donna sorry. After my shift I could show you around?” He says half to you half to the woman behind you. She rolls her eyes and walks off before giving a response. “I’ve got a couple hours left, if you’d want to come back later?” He nearly whispers as his eyes brighten.
“Yeah, that’d be nice.” You say as you try to steady your racing heart. You weren’t quite ready to leave yet, panic flashed through you as you blurted “Mind if I poke around the shop?”
“Oh yeah, here I can show you the best bits.” He begins to show you around the little bits and bobs on keychains and in small plastic packages. His voice bright and step light as he educated you on the inaccuracies of the candies and the details of the pyramid paper weights. You followed him for what felt like hours, in reality only a few minutes had passed. “Honestly the plushies are some of my favorites.” He pointed.
“Could I get that plush beetle and pick it up later when I come back?” You ask. “I’ve got some work colleagues to meet in a bit. I don’t think they’ll enjoy one of these at the table.” You chuckle and pick up a plushie beetle and hand him your card.
“Oh yeah, let me ring you out and I can put your name on it for later.” He looks up expectantly, just now realizing you hadn’t even given him your name yet. You right out your name on the receipt paper and hand it off to him. He reads over it like a love letter and repeats your name, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue send the fluttering in your stomach into a hurricane. “Right, it’ll be right here when you come back.” His smile widens a bit and the blush returns to his cheeks as he tucks the plushie scarab under the counter.
You return his smile and nod, you glance down at your phone to check the time and realize you’ve only got a few minutes to get three blocks down the road. “Shit I’m so sorry,” you begin to shuffle towards the door. “I will be back!” You nearly trip as you call over your shoulder and wave, bolting out the door to make it to your awaiting colleagues down the street.
“Laters!” You hear Steven call out behind you. You already pounding heart nearly leapt out of your chest as you ran out the museum and down the front steps. You had no clue how you were going to focus on any of the coming conversation. Stevens’ voice and image replayed in your head as you sprinted down the block, giddy for the moment when you’d be sprinting back up those steps back to him.
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