#boyfriend by dove cameron

[messierthanthou]

"I could be a better boyfriend than him" is SUCH a Vi thing to say to Cait who's dating someone who won't be as much fun as this short red head

[seblainelyrics]

I don’t need to tell you twice All the ways he can’t suffice If I could give you some advice I would leave with me tonight  - “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron

[wise-blue-cookies]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop & Peter Parker, Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop & Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop Characters: Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop Additional Tags: Female Peter Parker, Idiots in Love, Yelena Belova is a Good Bro, Kate Bishop Is a Good Bro, Mutual Pining, Peter Parker is a Mess, Bisexual Peter Parker Summary:

The bar was filled with people, so a minus 10 points but the atmosphere was chill, so a plus. There was a karaoke corner, a pool table and –

 “Pen, you need to breathe.” Was heard from a frantic Kate Bishop on noticing that her friend had stop the deed which was required for her continued existence.

 The reason of course was her.

 OR

Pining Bi disaster Penny and Scheming Hawkeye and Black Widow

[robynqueenofstuff]

you a moron: Boyfriend by Dove Cameron and Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes

me an intellectual: Loving Her by Katie Pruitt and The Minstrel's Prayer by Cartel

[ryan-sometimes]

As a lesbian I find it so funny when women worry about me stealing their boyfriends because the whole time I’m thinking about how much better I could treat her than he does

[apleasantharmony]

I REPEAT.

WOMEN.

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

I’m just saying if I was Buck Buckley I would not be ignoring the way Eddie is just Looking Like That™️

[juicygf]

"i could be a better boyfriend than him" but not in the dove cameron kinda of way, but in the chappell roan good luck, babe "yk i hate to say it, but I told you so" kinda way

[allsouls-emma]

Hey!!! I just had an idea for a Leon fanfic! Could you maybe write a fanfic x y/n based on the song ‘boyfriend’ by Dove Cameron if you know the song! If not it’s fine !!! 💖💖

✧I could be such a gentleman✧

─ Léon Marchand x OC, Léon Marchand x Reader

Hello Anon, thank you for your ask! I listened to the song on loop when writing haha! It was very original thank you x

Warnings: friends to lovers, based on ‘boyfriend’ by Dove Cameron, fluff, no establishment plot :)

Enjoy!

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The pool had always been your sanctuary, a place where you could lose yourself in the rhythm of your strokes, the water wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. But lately, it had become something else—something more charged, more alive. And that had everything to do with Léon Marchand.

You and Léon had been friends for as long as you could remember. You were both competitive swimmers, always pushing each other to go faster, to be better. You had a bond that others admired, one built on mutual respect and an understanding that only came from hours spent in the water together.

But recently, you had begun to notice things that you hadn’t before—like how the sunlight glinted off his wet skin as he climbed out of the pool, or how his laughter, deep and resonant, made your heart skip a beat. You noticed the way his eyes lingered on you just a bit longer than they used to, and how he always seemed to find a reason to stand close, his arm brushing against yours.

Today was no different, and yet, everything felt different. You stood at the edge of the pool, towel draped over your shoulders, watching Léon as he finished his laps. His movements were fluid, effortless, the water parting for him as if it knew he belonged there. You couldn’t help but admire him, not just for his skill but for the way he carried himself—confident, but never arrogant.

As he reached the wall and lifted himself out of the pool, your breath caught in your throat. The way his muscles rippled under his skin, the way he ran a hand through his wet hair—it was almost too much. You quickly averted your gaze, but not before he caught you staring.

“Enjoying the view?” Léon teased, his voice warm and slightly breathless as he reached for his towel.

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, and you forced yourself to meet his eyes. “Just making sure you’re not slacking off,” you shot back, trying to keep your tone light.

He laughed, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “I wouldn’t dream of it, especially with you watching.”

There it was again, that hint of something more in his voice. It was enough to make your pulse quicken, but you pushed the feeling down, reminding yourself that this was Léon—your friend, your training partner. Anything else was just…complicated.

But Léon wasn’t making it easy. He stepped closer, close enough that you could see the droplets of water still clinging to his skin, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body despite the cool air.

“You know,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About us.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to read his expression, but Léon was always good at keeping his emotions in check. Still, there was something in his gaze that made your breath hitch—a vulnerability that you hadn’t seen before.

“Us?” you echoed, trying to keep your voice steady. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. “I don’t want to just be your friend anymore, Y/N. I want something more.”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. This was what you had been both hoping for and dreading—because as much as you had thought about what it would be like to be with Léon, you were terrified of what it could mean. What if it ruined everything? What if you lost the one person who knew you better than anyone else?

“Léon…” You started, but he held up a hand, cutting you off.

“Just hear me out,” he said, his voice urgent, as if he was afraid that if you didn’t let him finish, he might lose his nerve. “I know it’s a lot to take in, and I don’t want to mess things up between us. But I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel something more for you.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “What if it doesn’t work out?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if we ruin everything?”

Léon’s expression softened, and he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch was light, tentative, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you. “What if it does work out?” he countered gently. “What if we’re missing out on something amazing because we’re too scared to take the chance?”

His words hung in the air, full of promise and hope. You wanted to believe him, but the fear of losing him, of losing what you already had, held you back.

“Y/N, I could be a better boyfriend than anyone else,” Léon said, his voice steady, his eyes never leaving yours. “I know you, and I know how to make you happy. I’d never take you for granted, never hurt you. I’d be there for you, always.”

Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice, at the raw emotion in his eyes. This was Léon, the same person who had been by your side through everything, who had seen you at your best and your worst. The idea of losing him was unbearable, but so was the thought of never knowing what it could be like to be with him.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance between you, your hand slipping into his. “I’m scared,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “But I don’t want to lose you either.”

Léon’s eyes softened, and he squeezed your hand, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re not going to lose me,” he promised, his voice full of conviction. “We’ll figure this out together.”

And in that moment, as he looked at you with such tenderness, such certainty, you realized that maybe this was worth the risk. Maybe Léon was right—maybe what you could have together was something extraordinary.

With a deep breath, you stepped closer, your free hand resting on his chest. “Okay,” you whispered, the word barely audible over the sound of your racing heart. “Let’s do this.”

Léon’s smile widened, relief flooding his features as he pulled you into a gentle embrace. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, and you felt a sense of peace wash over you. This was right—this was where you were meant to be.

As you stood there, wrapped in Léon’s arms, you knew that this was just the beginning. There would be challenges, there would be moments of doubt, but you also knew that you would face them together. Because with Léon, you weren’t just taking a risk—you were taking a chance on something real, something that could last.

And as he pulled back to look at you, his eyes full of warmth and affection, you knew that you’d made the right choice. This was more than just friendship—this was the start of something beautiful.

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**The End.**

[abbel]

[hibiscusbabyboy]

I don't know what I just found but I LOVE IT

[creepikat]

POKAPRIL Day 16 : Elite Four Rika

I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could be such a gentleman, Plus all my clothes would fit

[avensartt]

Mmm... Lesbians

[yours-stevie]

So beautiful 🤍

[hssprimefan]

It’s Karaoke night! The next song is

Tag your ocs

[messierthanthou]

Lae’zel spotted her easily, her beauty drawing all of the gith’s attention in and devouring it, even through the dark of the club.

Past an ocean of bodies writhing to the music, Shadowheart stands, not a smile on her face, glued to her phone in one hand, the other holding her drink. And Lae’zel sees her chance, pushing through the crowd to get to her, ignoring how drunken idiots step on her boots and jab her with their elbows, she can’t care in her focus on reaching the half-elf.

Who looks up through her lashes at the approaching githyanki, lips closed around the short straw dipping into her glass. Then she smiles at the recognition of a person who’s still almost a stranger, but they’ve been exchanging glances for months, a few words here and there, and today Lae’zel is taking her chance.

And the phone vanishes into a backpocket. A hand grabs a wrist. And they walk onto the dance floor together.

It is mesmerizing to get to witness, the way Shadowheart dances when her supposed boyfriend isn’t around, how freely she moves without a care, and maybe it’s thanks to the alcohol, or to Lae’zel’s presence, the gith doesn’t care, she’ll take her wins where she can.

To think that anyone wouldn’t cherish such a creature as she, leaving her for someone else to take home, Lae’zel’s jacket covering Shadowheart’s torso, a little too big, but so is it on the gith, as they walk together through the dark to Lae’zel’s apartment.

And when the door has closed behind them, the half-elf ruins her lipstick on the githyanki’s mouth, asking where the bedroom is, stripping as she walks in the direction that Lae’zel points at.