balcony jump

shit Kara has probably said

Winn, hold my Alkaarien beer

Who dares me to speed eat four pizzas? Who? Who? I’m gonna do it

See, the thing is, [goes off talking in kryptonian about science]

No, Alex.

What’s that word in English?

Why is English this way?

Why is spelling in English so hard?

Lena, when’s the last time you slept?

Can you two stop jumping off balconies?

(About food at alien bar) how do you know that’s not a human?

(Someone asking her about college) I have *incoherent mumbling* degrees (you have what?) Five

I’m not pining after Lena!

Lena’s my best friend and I love her!

What did you say about Luthors?

Don’t get mad, but… I adopted five dogs.

Listen, listen, I know 137 languages, okay? English is just a pain.

I got bored and built a computer.

No, Lena.

It’s not clay, it’s a chunk of iron.

Kara, yes

Buy my silence for 30 pizzas a day
Chicken is DONE!!!!!

Sooooooooooo this ended up being a BIT longer than I originally intended… but who can resist the call of Ninoir! 

Since A. I don’t want to blow up your feeds and B. It’s been forever since part 1 anyways I have uploaded the whole story onto AO3 here:

Please check it out!!!!! 

Meanwhile here is a brief teaser of what’s inside! 

Plagg was wrong. This was a fantastic idea. Maybe Adrien couldn’t handle some playful flirtation, but Chat Noir was a CATsannova of the first order. Maybe it was true that his friends would never know, but that was ok. He could deal with their teasing and poking, and the large pile of sly comments that seemed to constantly go over his head. He would know better. He would know who the TRUE king of chicken was.

He shifted slightly, checking to make sure he was perfectly situated in the small sliver of light pouring out onto the balcony.

“Well,” he drawled, loud enough that he knew he would be heard through the headphones, “aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes.”

“Oh my god!” Nino cried, jumping up at the sound of someone else on the balcony, and then jumping back another two feet when he realized who was speaking to him. “It’s Chat Noir! Chat Noir is on my balcony! OMG this is the best! I so need to call Alya!”

“Come now,” Chat purred, rolling his shoulders back and lowering his eyes into a predatory smoulder, “we don’t need anyone else interrupting this little tête-à-tête. After all, intimate gatherings are so much more pleasant, don’t you think?”

Chat had to bite back a smile of triumph as he watched Nino’s eyes go wide, his cheeks darkening visibly even in the dim evening light.

“I… uh… yeah I guess,” he stuttered, hastily pulling off his headphones and straightening his glasses. “So, what bring you out this way?”

Chat took a couple of steps forward, his smile widening. “Do I need an excuse to want to see the best looking guy I know?” he asked with a playful eyebrow raise.

“You each get your own private room.”

You fools. You think this will stop me, a fanfic writer, from writing those OTP moments? The gay is only beginning, my friends.

Please consider:

- “I had to jump three balconies and crawl up two flights to see you”

- “I’m stuck in the stairwell to your room because there’s another couple making out and they’ll spot me”

- “our rooms are right next to each other but we still text all the time”

- “you live down the hall from me and it’s only now that I’m realizing that you have the cutest pajamas ever”

- “you play shitty music at 3 in the morning and I’m not afraid to kill you”

- “you’ve been reading those notes out loud for the past four hours and I’m just listening in because I’m learning more from you than I did the entire two weeks of lessons”

- “dude you’ve been playing sad music for the past three days are you okay”

- “I’m the stress baker and you’re the stress eater and we’re always stressed so we end up become best friends”

- “I tried to do laundry for the first time ever and it looked easy but now there’s soap everywhere and all my white clothes are pink will you stop laughing and help me please”

- “we’re study partners before we moved into the dorms so we don’t change anything but we do find out that everyone else thinks we’re dating so they end up leaving us alone to study how convenient”

- “someone keeps stealing my favorite socks and when I find out who I’m going to strangle them with their shoelaces”

- “someone through the gaudiest pair of shoes up on the roof who in their right mind would wear those - oh they’re YOUR shoes?”

- “I ran out of hygiene supplies so I’m borrowing yours but I keep forgetting to buy more so we always share but I end up liking you a lot so I always say I ‘forgot to buy more’ and I think you’ve caught on but you’re not saying anything”

- “I have twelve tons of homework I kept putting off but you’ve had yours done for weeks but you won’t let me copy so I have to sneak into your room for the answers and wow you really love weird socks”

- “you keep burning candles and the smell keeps drifting over to me and I’d usually be fine with that but you have a terrible taste in candles”

Guys this is our chance for every single “dorm room shenanigans” thing EVER

I know Prompto is the type of person to trust Noctis 100% if he had to do the jump into his arms thing, but I also can’t help but think that Noctis, when faced with the revelation that someone else does not trust Prompto in being capable enough to come through for Noct, would immediately warp-strike in Prompto’s direction and have Prom catch him.

Maybe they end up in a tangle on the floor after a moment because zero warning was given, but Prompto does catch him

  • Namjoon: </b> Why the hell do you knock on my door, in the middle of the night?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> I have bad news.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Oh gosh...what is it?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Jin-Hyung feels unloved and cry after you. Yoongi-Hyung will kill him in the next 5 minutes, if you don't come and stop him.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Why the hell, must i tolerate this?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> I'm not finish.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> What else?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Jiminie wants to get divorced.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> He's not married, god dammit!<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Um...yes he is. It was the night before the BBMAs and there was this wonderful typical Las Vegas church it just happened.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> There is something else...<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> Let me live...please...<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> Jungkookie stands on the balcony and threatens to jump if Jimin want to get divorced.<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> WHAT?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> It's because he is drunk. He's blue like the sea, you know?<p/><b>Namjoon:</b> If i kill myself, do you think i would have my peace?<p/><b>Taehyung:</b> You are our leader. Do something. NOW!<p/></p>
They’re thunder and lightning, the two of them
Coming one after the other
Even if they’re a bit apart
He roars, softly shaking the whole universe
Not seen, but refusing to go unnoticed
She electrocutes the sky and disperses into a million sparks
Like a firework created by God himself
Together they jump from balconies
Swing chandeliers
Hold the stars and cling to them
When he would forget what he sounds like
She would crackle and remind him
And when she would cry out and the whole sky burned
He would scream with her so that she was not alone
They made a perfect storm
Intense and sometimes disastrous
But so beautiful they could fill rooms they weren’t in
And when they laughed
I think the angels could hear them
—  Thunder and Lightning
Point and Shoot - Preview (ft. Jeongguk and Yoongi)

Drabble Game prompt 93. “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

→ bodyguard!jk and hitman!yoongi aka angst, smut, fluff, idk who knows
590 words, coming soon! 

Jeongguk swiftly places himself in front of you. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He growls. 

You frown, grabbing his wrist and shaking. “Who are you talking to, Jeongguk? No ones there.” Your bodyguard was a bit too overcautious at times, which was why sometimes you played around with him too much. You did the best you could to grate on his nerves, and your playful banter was probably what had triggered this sudden behavior. 

Jeongguk grits his teeth when he realizes he doesn’t have his gun on him. Cursing under his breath, he pushes you back behind him as his eyes focus on the darkness of the alleyway. 

“Show yourself.” 

No one responds and Jeongguk can practically feel the breaths of the one who’s lingering in the shadows. There was only one person he knew, who could hide himself in the shadows like this. Only one person could blend into the night as if he were a shadow, as if he were part of darkness itself. 

“What Jeongguk? Let’s just go, I’m scared.” You tug on the sleeve of his suit, but he just grips your arm to prevent you from moving, and you pause as you focus on where his gaze settles. 

Like a cat unfurling from its haunches, Yoongi languidly slides down from his sitting position high up in the attic of the abandoned building. He snickers. 

“Nice to see that you haven’t lost your touch, Jeon Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk sneers. “Stay away hyung. I won’t keep my respectable distance for long.” 

You watch in horror as the man you’d believed to be another, dressed head to toe in black and a sniper gun strapped nonchalantly over his shoulder deftly jumps from balcony to balcony, swooping down towards the both of you until he’s only two floors above. He makes no sound, and nothing is left dented or even touched at his movements. He moves like a demon, jumping and landing silently, slinking towards the both of you with intention.

Jeongguk’s hands desperately search his belt for something, anything, to defend the both of you with, but comes out with only a cell phone, wallet, and a taser gun that he couldn’t use towards Yoongi who was too far. 

“I know you don’t have your gun on you Jeongguk, so don’t make me use mine on Y/N.” 

You pause and frown at your name coming from the stranger’s lips and you squint as you try to make out the man’s features in the darkness. Finally, as he lands and sits down comfortably, you gasp as your eyes run over the familiar features that you thought you’d never have the chance of running into again. 

Jeongguk tenses underneath your hands and he glances at your surprised face as your name comes out of Yoongi’s lips. 

“Don’t touch her! She has nothing to do with this!” Jeongguk growls, turning back to Yoongi who sits crouched on the railing of a balcony like it’s nothing. 

Yoongi smirks, the familiar dark glint of his eyes sending shivers down your spine. Flashes of cold hands and hot breaths lingering over your skin skip through your mind, and your heart flutters at the euphoria that he brought you through that one night. 

He mutters one last word before he jumps back up and slinks away into the darkness. 

“Oh but she has everything to do with this.”  

cataphoriccatastrophe  asked:

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.” Marichat

This is from the awesome seasonofthegeek’s prompt list here. Feel free to send me a prompt and a pairing.

Marinette frowned as they landed on a roof and stopped for a moment. She let her arms fall away from Chat’s neck as he put her down onto the roof.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you,” she said flatly.

“Ye of little faith,” Chat smirked. “We just need to get in and out real quick and everything will be fine.”

Marinette looked at him dubiously. “Maybe this is a bad idea… I mean, what if Adrien finds out?” She looked slightly scared at the thought.

Chat barely managed to suppress a snicker. “He won’t. Promise,” he paused and then chuckled. “Not like you have much of choice anyway, apparently.”

She glanced away for a moment and sighed. “If only I hadn’t left another stupid message on his phone.”

Chat’s ears perked up and swiveled in her direction. “Another?

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I Don’t Believe In Love Anymore- Luke Hemmings

Happy Valentine’s Day! This is my sad Luke imagine I was requested a bit back, but it ends cute..kinda…not big on Valentine’s Day so ya…hope you like it! Also was kinda tired while writing this so sorry…not great and may be errors -Lydia

“’Cause I don’t believe in love, so don’t get your hopes up darling….

I don’t believe in love anymore…” -Darling, SayWeCanFly


“Luke are you alright?”

It was 3 am, and you were woken up to the sound of your phone ringing.

“That bitch” Luke said, voice rough and sounding like he had more than a few drinks.


“I can’t believe she cheated on me Y/n, after all that time together and all those times we said we love each other…fucking bitch. I don’t believe in love anymore Y/n. I don’t believe in life anymore what’s the point? Nothing ever works out, and even when you think it does its all a sham. There’s always some dark secret that fucks everything up. That’s why here I am on Valentine’s Day sitting here on my balcony wall drinking my life away”

“You what?! Luke I’ll be right there! Get off the fucking balcony!! If you jump I swear-”

“Oh Y/n…” there was a loud beeping then the phone cut off

“Did his phone die? What the fuck Luke, I’m coming…” you said to yourself, throwing on some jeans and grabbing your keys.

Luckily Luke didn’t live to far away from you, nonetheless you took off like a formula one driver, rushing to get to the guy you had loved for years, but he saw you nothing more than a best friend. Friend-zoned or not, you were terrified he would do something terrible. The breakup between him and his girlfriend really affected him, and you knew he started drinking, but you never thought he might be considering  ending it all. That just showed you how hard he was taking everything right now…poor Luke.

When you got to Luke’s apartment, you opened the door with your spare key and ran out to the balcony. Luke was sitting there, a beer in his hand, he was looking up at the stars.

“Luke…thank god…I thought something happened…that you might have-”

“Jumped?” He asked turning to look at you.

You nodded.

“I’ve been thinking about it…”


“No let me finish. I’ve thought about it. I really have. I’m done. But I can’t. I can’t bring myself to do it.”

“Luke. You can’t think suicide is the answer, are you kidding me? There’s people who care about you, who love you”


“Yes. Think of your fans-”

“They only love the idea of me”

“That’s not true Luke. You know it’s not. Well what about your family?”

“They’re obligated to love me…”

“That’s a sorry excuse and you know it. Your band? They’re your family! Were they forced to love you if we’re going to use that crappy reasoning”

“Well….I…I don’t know….”

“What about me Luke? I love you! Does that mean nothing?”

“You know…wait what?” Luke said, jumping back onto the balcony.

“Oh thank god you got off that stupid wall! You can’t just scare me like that Luke!”

“What did you say?”


“You just told me that you loved me”

“You’re wasted”

“I’m drunk, but not that drunk. Now tell me Y/n, what did you say?”

“I love you Luke! I always have! Even when you were with the chick who ripped your heart in pieces, even when you started introducing me as your best friend…I have loved you since I first met you. Why do you think I came running to try to stop you from doing something that would result in the only light in my life to be gone? I can’t lose you too Luke, and you’re going to throw everything away for some chick? Are you kidding me? You have so much to live for and-”

He cut you off by pulling you into a bear hug.

“I wasn’t going to do it. I knew I wasn’t. But it hurts so much…” He sniffed. You pulled back to see tears in his eyes.

“I love you too you know. I always have too. I just didn’t think you could ever like me back.”

“Oh Luke…”

“Thank you. I need you Y/n. I can’t be without you. Promise me you’ll always be right here?”

“Always Luke. I’ll always be right here.”

He looked at you for a few moments, carefully analyzing your expression before smiling and leaning down to softly kiss you. He then pulled back, and hugged you tightly once again.

“Can we just stay like this for awhile?”

“As long as you want”


*Requested* Could you do please an imagine where the reader has feelings for Klaus and she’s jealous every time when she sees him how he flirts with other girls in the Grill and when she’s at home, he comes and teases her about it so she admits her feelings for him? 

( This one is obviously set back in season 3 or 4 of The Vampire Diaries. I do hope you enjoy. Happy reading my lovelies!)

Characters: Klaus x Reader

Story Title: “Utter Attention”

Word count: 680

Your name: submit What is this?

You glare at them from across the room, your fingers tightening around the glass in your hand. Klaus is at the bar, accompanied by yet another girl that´s shamelessly hitting on him and he seems to enjoy it very much.

The way she leans towards Klaus, how his finger traces over her hand and how they both wear a smile has you ragingly jealous. You are very well aware that having feelings for Klaus is dangerous and it might drive your friends away but you cannot seem to stop thinking about him nonetheless.You cannot choose who you falling in love with, right?

Klaus crooks his finger, urging the girl to come closer. He whispers something in her ear, which makes her smile even wider.

That´s it. You cannot take more of this. If he wants to surround him with easy girls like her, so be it. You are not going to watch any longer.
You empty your glass and slam it on the table before you leave some money and make your way to the door.

Klaus smiles and watches you leave the grill before he downs his drink and follows after you, completely ignoring the girl he just flirted with.

[Time Skip]

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A Cat, a Fox, and a Bee walk into a Bakery 7

“Anyone know where Vixen is? She’s usually here by now?” Marinette asked, not looking up from where she was carefully running a seam through her new sewing machine.

Chat and Queen Bee shared a look, then shrugged.  “She hasn’t called us,” Chat finally answered with a shrug.  “I know she’s said she has little siblings, maybe she’s stuck babysitting?”

“It is raining, maybe she decided to be sensible and stay home,” Queen Bee added, flipping through one of Marinette’s magazines.

A loud thump from Marinette’s balcony made them all jump, and Marinette cursed as her seam went off-track, then frowned in confusion as her trap door was yanked open and a soaking wet Vixen dropped through.

She was normally never that loud…

The sense that something was wrong skyrocketed when Vixen heaved a sob, lifting her head and revealing red-rimmed eyes from crying.

All three were moving before they knew it, although Chat and Queen Bee had already reached Vixen by the time Marinette got to her ladder up to her loft.

“Were you attacked? Are you hurt?” Chat asked, hurriedly checking his teammate over for injuries.

“Tell me who did this, and I’ll make sure they never see the light of day again.” Queen Bee promised darkly, one hand twitching toward her weapon.

By then, Marinette had finished climbing her ladder, and she knelt in front of Vixen, reaching out to gently brush her wet hair back and away from her face.  “Vixen?  What’s wrong?”

The heroine let out another sob and dove forward, tackling Marinette to the floor and clinging tightly as she cried into her chest.  Marinette winced, glancing up at Chat Noir and Queen Bee, then at her bed, before focusing her attention back on Vixen.  Softly, she began running her fingers through wet hair, gently getting out the tangles from her run over.

Getting the hint, Chat and Queen Bee carefully lifted the two girls onto Marinette’s bed, then climbed in on either side, pressing their heads in close to their hurting partner’s. Chat let out his loudest, most comforting purr, and Queen Bee joined Marinette in gently running a hand through Vixen’s damp hair.

Finally, Vixen’s sobs died down enough for her to speak.  “M-my… boyfriend… on and o-off thing… b-broke up with m-me.” Marinette shot Queen Bee a warning glare when the blonde heroine let out a buzzing growl of indignation, but Vixen didn’t seem to register it.  “S-said he c-couldn’t take all the d-disappearances all the t-time.” Another sob, and Chat Noir and Queen Bee pressed closer, shooting each other sympathetic looks over Vixen’s head.  Unfortunately, that was just one of the drawbacks that came with being a hero.

“It’s okay, Vixy,” Queen Bee soothed, voice surprisingly gentle for the normally prickly heroine.

“We’re here.  You’ve got us.  All of us.  And Ladybug, too,” Chat added, pressing his cheek to hers.

“And we’re not going to let you go.” Marinette gave a small grin as Vixen sniffled hard and scrubbed at her eyes before hesitantly glancing up.


“Yup.  You’re stuck with us.” Chat grinned, impulsively leaning over and pressing a kiss to Vixen’s cheek.  The sound she made was halfway between a laugh and a sob, which he considered at least progress.

Vixen laid her head back down on Marinette’s chest, sniffling a bit.  “Thanks, you guys.”

“Now, of course, you must tell me who broke your heart so that I-“

“Queenie no.”

”Queenie yes.


im back with some garbage kwami swap/ kinda life swap/crush swap au i like to call “angst-free au” with a shitload of irony. i’ll draw more of it later when i have time 

basically its just all swap but the bad parts are gone

this is what me and @gorovaia came up with 

  • sabine is the fashion mogul and marinette occasionally models for her, but school is no. 1 priority
  • bc school is important she lives with tom above the bakery (they’re divorced or separated but on good terms) because she’s always away on business. the 3 still have a good relationship
  • ADRIEN AND GABRIEL LIVE NEXT DOOR TO THE BAKERY so they’re neighbours, he’s not a mean dad but Gabe is always busy working to support his son (and being a villain) so tom pretty much adopts him and it’s like his second home at the bakery
  • Their balconies are right next to each other. They’re separated by a short brick wall
  • Tom and Gabriel are friends
  • Marinette is like, the coolest person Adrien has ever met and she’s so pretty how can he not be crushing on her. She played the GUITAR for JAGGED STONE and DESIGNED HIS ALBUM
  • Adrien seems cool to Marinette, he’s a bit shy sometimes but he’s goofy and she loves him anyway, not like that though (maybe)(((possibly))), because she loves Ladybug, he’s so cool and handsome and amazing yadda yadda
  • more rubbish about under the cut

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Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader- Criminal (Song Fic)

Here’s the song fic!! I really am not that great at them, but I hope you guys enjoy!! I’d like to thank the awesome @abigailredgrave for helping me out with this.  Also, this is in the Arkhamverse if it confuses some people.  I recently have had some Arkham Knight feels and I needed to get it out of my system.

Warning: Blood, fighting, guns, horrible nicknames, etc.

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Fanfiction Shenanigans [Steve Rogers x Reader]

Requested by: @luxdxvine (I can’t tag you for some reason??) :: The avengers bring the reader and Steve together through fanfictions written for just them.

A/N: I couldn’t stop writing this fic and it’s kinda dragged and veryyyy long, therefore brace yourself. I apologise in advance and thank you for bearing with me. (Criticism welcome.)

Tony Stark strutted into the common room of the avengers, a place where they all hungout when nobody was on a mission. His patent smirk was plastered on his face as he sauntered into the midst of the other avengers, with the exception of you and Steve Rogers.

“What you got up your sleeve, man?” Sam asked, noticing Tony and his grin.

Bucky, Natasha, Clint and Vision looked up at the philanthropist while Wanda busily dealt cards to everyone.

“What I’m going to tell you is more fun than any game of cards you’ve played,” Tony declared, whipping out his phone.

“Please, Stark, we aren’t interested in the new tech you’ve come up with,” Natasha commented.

“It’s not tech, although that would be something. Anyway, it’s about Capsicle and Y/N,” Tony divulged.

“..Really? The fact that they’re attracted to each other? Old news, Grandma,” Natasha said casually.

Bucky looked at Natatsha in horror. “WHat?”

“Ol’ Buck doesn’t know,” Sam interjected.

“Everyone knew? Why didn’t I?” Bucky questioned.

Everyone shrugged at the soldier who looked a little angry.

Tony cleared his throat and continued,”Well it is obvious they’re in love but they’re not doing anything about it and it’s making me crazy. I decided that we must take matters into our own hands.”

“We’re listening,” Nat and Wanda said in unison.

“That’s the spirit,” Tony said, a wider smirk playing at his lips.


You entered the room to find the avengers sitting huddled around Tony who was talking. Your eyes automatically started to look for a particular avenger but you shook your head. You had to stop.

You walked to the huddle and everyone whirled to look at you, a grin on most of their faces. Your forehead furrowed in confusion. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” Tony blurted quickly, starting to put the phone he’d been reading from into his pocket.

Just then Steve entered the room and you stiffened. Why he had this effect on you, you’d never know. But one look at him, his perfect greek-god like built, his kind blue eyes and perfect lips and you were a goner.

You turned your focus to Tony, trying to no think about Steve who walked over to stand beside you. That wasn’t helping.

“I want to know! What were you guys reading?” you demanded.

“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Bucky said, sounding unconvincing.

“Do you want me to use my power to take it from you, Tony?” you commanded.

“Alright alright,” he deadpanned. Steve looked at him questioningly. It was very unlike Tony Stark to give into commands so easily.

“We were reading Captain America into Psych fanfiction,” Tony admitted.

Your jaw dropped. Did Wanda tell everyone? Only she knew about your little crush on Steve. So this is what it felt like, being stabbed in the back with a knife.

“What’s a fanfiction?” Steve queried, his brows knitting in confusion.

“’s something people or rather fans write. They write fictious stories about people or events that they would like to happen,” Natasha explained.

Steve still looked puzzled. Meanwhile you were sure you were going to drown in embarrasment.

“We were reading fanficition about you and Y/N,” Sam added.

You almost expected Steve to start laughing at this absolute stupidity but all he said was,”They want me and Y/N to happen?”

Where was the nearest balcony? You ought to jump off one.

“Yeah well,”Tony said, trying to keep fom smiling.

Steve glanced at you and judging you by your neutral expression he said, “Well it’s not like it’s real or anything.”

Whoever said about words not harming anyone. What he said made your heart clench with sadness, you always hoped he’d like you back but here was the truth, waving at you in your face.

Hurt, you managed to croak,”Yeah, keep reading Stark, this should be fun.”

That’s right, hurt yourself more.

Tony, obviously enjoying this, obligied immediately. The other avengers sat themselves around him, while you found a place next to Wanda and Steve squeezed himself between Bucky and Clint.

Clearing his throat, Tony continued where he’d left off, “Y/N lay in Steve’s arms, as the soldier whispered silent prayers into the night. Y/N was barely breathing. Steve brushed her hair off her face and caressed her cheek. ‘Please, don’t die,’ the avenger said. ‘Please, Y/N, I love you.”

Tony paused for a second and you wanted to strangle him. Steve glanced at you and you looked back, his face, unreadable.

Why were they doing this? Was this a joke to them? Steve clearly didn’t know and didn’t share the same feelings. It was merely a passtime for him. But hearing everything you wanted to happen aloud, was humiliating. But you were brave, you couldn’t let Steve know.

“Why are you reading soapy, dramatic stuff? Isn’t there anything that’s fun?” You asked, putting on an impassive face.

“Ooh the lady wants fun,” Clint said, grinning at you. You smiled back at him, hoping nobody could hear your heart thudding against your chest.

“Here’s something fun. Do you want me to read smut?” Tony questioned, his eyebrows arched and mocking.

Bucky, Sam and Clint burst out laughing, Nat following in a second later.

Congratulations, you played yourself.

“What’s smut?” Steve asked, earning a groan from everyone.

“It’s sexual intercourse and everything​related in writing, Mr. Rogers,” Vision piped and Steve’s eyes widened at the mention of the word.
His ears redened and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Nor could you look at him.

“Not​ that. Go on to something else,” Steve muttered.

“C'mon Capsicle,” Tony urged and before waiting for an answer, started to read.
“Lust and love blazed in Steve’s eyes as Y/N stood before him, dressed in satin lingerie.”
That earned some giggles.
Your head was going to burst, you thought.

“Pining Y/N against the wall, Steve planted small kisses on her neck and moved onto her jaw, illiciting a moan from the beautiful maiden. Y/N pushed herself against the soldier, her hands grasping at his hair. Steve slid his hand up her thigh and Y/N shuddered at his touch.”

Wild fantasies involving the blonde soldier were storming in your brain one after one and if anyone read your mind they’d take you to be christined immediately.

Just when you thought​ things couldn’t get worse, Steve said,“ That’s not how I’d do it.”

Everything went dead still. You looked at the avenger and blinked. He wasn’t looking at you.

And then the other avengers started to scoff, Bucky whistling and Natasha winking at Steve.

You chuckled a little but your mind was already racing with the thoughts of what he would do and you hated yourself for it.

“Wanna write your own fic as to how it would go, Stevie?” Tony teased.

“No thanks,” Steve said, blushing.

You tried to gather yourself for what was yet to come.

“Y/N ripped the shirt off the Captain, and drank in the god-like built of her lover. She pulled him closer, biting at his lower lip. Steve slipped the satin straps off Y/N’s shoulder, his touch burning her skin. Steve trailed kisses down her neck and moved to her bre-”

You couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s enough,” you said through gritted teeth.

Steve looked at you, he looked a little humiliated too…and was that sorry written on his face?

Tony looked scared for a second and then joked, “Atleast the fictious Steve’s getting some action.”

Steve’s face redened. You almost laughed but caught yourself…the others however, not so much.

“Steve, c'mon man, there’s got to be someone you like,” Sam asked, punching him playfully.

Steve remained silent. So the others, obviously moved on to the next victim, you.

“And you, Y/N?”

Of course there was someone. Of course you wanted to be with him. And obviously you couldn't​ ever have that.

“Yeah, there is someone,” you muttered.

Steve looked at you, a puzzled look on his face. You glanced at him and saw something like jealousy flash over his face. You blinked. All this fanfiction reading was playing with your mind.

Bucky scooted over to you.
“Is it anyone we know?”

Why were you answering?

“Is it anyone in this room?” Clint piqued.

They all knew. Traitors.

“Uhuh.” you breathed, not looking up.

You managed to glance at Steve. He was absolutely still and watching you carefully.

As if noticing your glance at the Captain, Natasha plodded, “Is it our beloved Steve?”

You were going to die.

You could swear Steve looked crest-fallen.
He cleared his throat and said, “I just remembered, I have some work to do.”

He stood up and left, heading to the balcony.

As soon as he left, Wanda scrambled over to you and exclaimed, “What are you doing?!”

“Go talk to him you stupid thing!” Bucky cried.

All of them were talking over each other, asking you to go confront Steve.
Tired, you stood up and reluctantly followed Steve outside.

“Can we talk?” you called after the broad soldier.

He turned around and squinted at you. He nodded and beckoned you over.

Without thinking about the consequences or anything you marched upto him and began, “Listen, you’ve been a great confidante and friend. But everything I said back there was true except for the fact that.. that it is you, Rogers. I’ve been hopelessly in love with you for sometime now and I understand if this is not the case for you but all this,”-you gestured vaguely- “just made me want to tell you everything. I’m sorry if this is too awkward for you.. I just had to do it.”

Steve looked taken aback for a second. He blinked a couple of times before his beautiful blue eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you.

“I was heart broken when you said no to what Nat said and couldn’t take it anymore that’s why I had to walk out. The truth is Y/N…I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now too,” he confided.

You couldn’t believe your ears. The man of you dreams was actually in love with you too? You could almost cry. You, however, hugged him instead, burying your face in his hard, warm chest.

“FINALLY!” you heard Bucky scream from the door to the veranda. You heard a roar of laughter and giggles errupt from his side.

“Oh give us a moment​, you guys!” Steve hollered but he was smiling.

Just as Steve leaned down to kiss you, Nat yelled, “I think I’ll write a fanfiction about this!”

You smiled against his lips and kissed him.