**unknown category but there will be a part 2

Imagine going to a pool party at Robert Downey Jr's house.

Also, please read the rant at the end. Thanks guys.

"I'm ready!" You called out to Sebastian as you emerged from the bathroom. You were wearing a light blue and purple bikini with threads on the sides and down the middle.

"I'm coming!" Sebastian yelled as he walked into the bedroom. He froze in his place when he saw you and his mouth became agape. "Damn, Y/N," he practically moaned.

"You like it?" You asked sweetly as you twirled for him.

He simply nodded and walked to you and kissed you. His lips moved against yours in a way that made your insides clench. You moaned into the kiss and he bit your lip in response.

"Seb," you breathed, "we need to go."

"Mhm," he hummed against your lips.

You pushed him gently away and said, "We really need to go, Sebastian." You giggled as you held your hands on his shirt-covered stomach.

"Fine," he breathed with a smirk. "But you're going to have to remove your hands from my stomach so I actually have a hold on myself so we can leave," he said.

You rolled your eyes and dropped your hands to your sides. "Better?" You asked with an eyebrow raised.

He tilted his head and smirked. "Better."

**

"Hello my good friends!" Robert Downey Jr. yelled to you and Sebastian, who were now walking through the gates to his pool.

"Hey, Iron Man!" Sebastian yelled as he waved to Robert. "How does it feel to be on the losing team?"

"Watch it," Robert snarled as the two of you reached him. "Or I will kick you out of my pool."

"At least you were in the movie," Chris Hemsworth said as he walked by your group of three.

The three of you broke out in fits of giggles.

"Ok, well- bar is over behind me. Pool is to my left, as you can probably see. The exit is behind you or ALL THE WAY back there," Robert said as he pointed behind him and to his left. "And bathrooms are next to the bar. Any questions?" He clapped his hands together as the two of you shook your heads. "Good. Now I have to go give this same speech to Ruffalo," he said as he excused himself.

You and Sebastian looked between each other and the pool, and then made your way to some lounge chairs and ditched your stuff.

"Can you hit me up with some lotion, bro?" You asked with a peace sign motion.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and you giggled. "You need to stop calling me bro, otherwise people are going to think things when they see us kissing in public."

You burst out laughing and he giggled as well.

"That could actually be hilarious," you mumbled with a giggle. He began rubbing the lotion all over your back and you shivered at the cool sensation.

"All done," he mumbled. You then lotioned your front and he smirked as he watched you.

"You're such a perv," you mumbled with a smirk.

He feigned being appalled. "Me? A perv? How dare say?"

"Shut up, Shakespeare," you giggled. He winked at you and then turned around and faced the pool. He took off his shirt so he was only left in his navy blue swim trunks.

You couldn't help but check out his back muscle. Like, how the fuck is back muscle possible? And you didn't fail at checking out his ass.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer, Y/L/N," Chris Evans called to you. You sent him a glare to which he responded with a smirk. He then dove in the pool and swam to the top to talk to Jeremy Renner.

"So, you were checking me out?" Sebastian asked seductively as he turned around and put his hands at your wrists. "And you say that I'm the perv?" He raised his eyebrows in a playful manner.

You took one of your wrists away from his grip and playfully smacked him in the chest. "Fine. Maybe I'll just go check out Chris Evans instead. Or maybe Chris Hemsworth. Or maybe Tom Hiddleston." You shrugged your shoulders and began walking towards the stairs to the pool.

"Oh, no you don't," Sebastian grinned as he picked you up and jumped in the pool with you.

You screamed as you felt the cool sensation of the water against your skin. When your head emerged back at the top of the water, you were in a laughing fit, same as Sebastian.

"You're a dick!" You yelled playfully at Sebastian as you splashed his face with water.

"Well you are what you eat," Anthony Mackie said as he took a swig of his beer. Not only did Robert have a poolside bar, but he had a poolside bar. There were bartenders walking around his pool taking people's drink orders. It was heaven.

"Ha ha ha. Funny," Sebastian snickered at Anthony.

You giggled at the banter between the two. "Just don't get drunk like that one time, Anthony," you called over.

He walked over as best as he could to you two, because of the water, and said, "Y'know, that one time when you two originally met, you two were drunk as fuck as well."

"And we plan on getting at least slightly buzzed today," Sebastian said with a smirk.

You nodded in agreement as the waitress walked over.

"May I get you two anything?" The redhead asked.

"We will take two strawberry daiquiris please," you said to the waitress.

"Make that three," Anthony piped in.

The waitress smiled and then walked off to retrieve your drinks.

"What? Is beer not enough?" Chris Evans asked as he waded towards the three of you.

Anthony shook his head. "Man, at a pool party, beer is never enough."

**

"Now, I would like to host a little friendly game of pool volleyball," Robert said into the microphone. Everyone in the pool cheered and raised their glasses. "But all of your alcohol will be confiscated." Everyone 'awwed.' "But hear me out, because this is a drinking game. Every time the other team scores a point, you drink. You take a shot of vodka. Everyone understand?" Everyone nodded their heads as they handed their alcohol to the waitresses. "Good. So, team Captains are Hemsworth and Evans, to keep it with just the Chrises, so pick your teams! By the way I'm playing," Robert said as he set the microphone down and waded into the pool.

Hemsworth clapped his hands together and turned to Evans. "Rock, paper, scissors to see who picks first?"

"Agreed," Evans replied, to which Hemsworth won.

Hemsworth clapped his hands together. "Ok. First pick, I choose Hiddleston, obviously."

Tom waded towards Hemsworth and clapped his hand against his.

"Brother!" Tom yelled.

"Brother!" Chris yelled back.

Everyone giggled and then Chris Evans picked his first teammate. "Ok, so I obviously choose Y/N because she's fucking great at this."

"Then I choose Sebastian," Hemsworth replied, to which the crowd went 'ooh.'

In the end, the teams were:

Team Evans:
You
Robert Downey Jr.
Scarlett Johansson
Aaron Taylor Johnson
Elizabeth Olsen
Anthony Mackie
Jeremy Renner

Team Hemsworth:
Tom Hiddleston
Sebastian Stan
Paul Rudd
Mark Ruffalo
Emily VanCamp
Natalie Portman
Ryan Reynolds

The other guests just simply watched, or didn't care.

"I'm serving first," Renner said as he took the beach ball from Downey. "I got a wicked spike."

"You're going down," Sebastian mumbled to you from the other side of the net.

You raised your eyebrow and said, "We'll just have to see about that, Hot Stuff." You winked at him and then turned to Renner, awaiting his serve.

The first point, your team won, and the next and the next. And the next. Let's just say, by point 8 for your team, Hemsworth's team was pretty wasted. Don't even get me started by point 21, aka the end game. But your team did have to take some shots here and there, but the final score ended up being 21-5. Let that sink in.

"We won!" Robert yelled at the top of his lungs.

"You don't know that," Sebastian drunkenly slurred as he pointed at Robert. He ended up accidentally poking Tom Hiddleston's chest. "I'm sorry, bro," Sebastian mumbled.

"It's ok, bro," Tom replied, patting him on the back and then wading away.

You giggled at the two as Sebastian drunkenly waded towards you.

"Why are you laughing at me?" Sebastian pouted. "You're being mean."

You giggled more. "Because you're drunk, Sweetie, and you're cute when you're drunk. And funny," you said as you poked his nose.

He went cross eyed as he followed your finger and then his eyes blew up as he returned them to yours.

"Why does the world look like it constantly has an Instagram filter on it?" Sebastian questioned with a worried look.

"It's because you've drunken too much and you need to get some sleep," you giggled as you slung his arm over your shoulder and carefully walked towards the pool stairs.

He leaned his mouth towards your ear and whispered, "Y/N, I'm not a robot, am I?"

You suppressed a fit of giggles and responded, "I don't know. Are you feeling sleepy?"

He nodded his head sheepishly.

"Then you're not a robot because robots don't sleep," you stated matter-of-factly.

"Cool beans," he slurred. "Then I think you're a psychic for knowing that I'm sleepy." He then yawned. "And I think you're really smart for knowing that robots don't sleep. Like really, really smart, Y/N. I think you're smarter than Stephen Hawking."

You giggled as you walked him up the pool stairs. "Yup, you definitely need some sleep."

"Mhm," he agreed. "And you know what else I need? An amazing orgasm. From you," he poked you in the chest.

"Maybe when you're not drunk," you said. You then looked at Robert with a quizzical face, and he responded with pointing to a window in his house and giving you a thumbs up. "And besides, Robert's hosting a sleepover party. We can stay in Robert's guest room and you can sleep."

"You know what'd be fun?" Sebastian asked, ignoring your previous statement. "Us having sex in one of Robert Downey Jr's guest rooms. He's like so rich."

"Maybe when you're not drunk," you said again.

"Or maybe I'm not drunk. Maybe I'm just overly cooler than I normally am." He raised his eyebrows at you and drew his mouth in a straight line.

"Beautiful grammar," you mumbled.

"Thank you," he said.

You opened Robert's door and lead the two of you through the maze that was known as Robert's house. You then, somehow, found the guest room he was talking about, even though there had to be 100 more like it, and set Sebastian gently down on the bed. Sebastian then crawled to a pillow, rested his head on it, and then passed right out.

"Predictable," you mumbled with a smile.

You heard a knock at the open door and you turned around to see Susan Downey.

"Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt, but is Sebastian ok?" Susan asked with a worried look.

"Yeah, he's fine. Why?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Just because of the alcohol, that's all. Chris Hemsworth's whole volleyball team is going through the same thing right now and they're all being put in separate guest rooms, so I'd figure I'd check on every one of them. Let me know if you need anything," she said with a smile and then left.

You simply smiled and nodded your head and then looked back at your sleeping boyfriend's frame.

Your phone then pinged and you picked it up, realizing it was a group chat from Robert.

The message read:

Robert:

Everyone who wasn't on #TeamHemsworth can come to my indoor bar if they would like and get as drunk as the other team, or just kind of drunk. Also no dying in my house. Thanks.

You smiled and pulled on some actual clothes and then headed down to Robert's bar. You weren't going to get as drunk as Sebastian, but if this was a sleepover party and if Sebastian truly did want to have sex in the guest room, then you were going to have to grow some balls.

PART 2 SHALL COME SOME DAY.

Also, it was recently pointed out to me by anonymous (I won't use their name) that someone is claiming to be my cousin and taking responsibility for some of the shit in my Imagines??? LIKE NO. This shit is all my original stuff, ok? The only family member of mine that knows about this shit is my cousin Brooke and she didn't tell anyone. Also, my best friend, Elissa, knows about this too. Other than that, no one else I know. Ok? So don't claim responsibility for my shit. It's all mine.

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