this is just for my own amusement

zeke501  asked:

5-sentence Mchanzo: malfunctioning arm/ legs

OKAY I just finished my EMT workbook forever so now I get to write >:D

I actually don’t headcanon Hanzo as having prosthetic legs but this is just too good to pass up

“This is completely unnecessary,” Hanzo says, with a scowl on his mouth and a ruddy pink flush to his cheeks.

“It’s actually completely necessary, darlin’, since they blew out your legs with that EMP,” McCree says, unable to hide his amused smile. He himself had been just out of the range of Sombra’s EMP, so his own prosthetic arm was functioning perfectly–but Hanzo, unfortunately, had dropped like a stone when his legs crumpled uselessly underneath him.

It would be a lot more tragic and less amusing if Hanzo weren’t such a baby about being carried back to the shuttle. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take good care o’ ya,” McCree continues, and Hanzo slams his fist against McCree’s shoulder, buries his flaming face into his serape and swears up a storm until they reach the shuttle.

The Great Catsby

Pairing: Reader x Tom Holland

Rating: Pg-13

A/N: Kay, so you know that interview of Tom Holland where he says he hates cats? I’ll link it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Cz2QliC3w0

I think I put waaaayyyy too much of myself in this one lol but here you go anyway, lovelies! xoxo

EDIT: Does anyone know how to get the ‘Keep Reading’ thing on the mobile app?

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anonymous asked:

Houma headcanons where Harry has a nightmare and uma comforts him????

Okay, so, I think my teeth just rotted from the adorable mental image alone, anyone else?

- So, nightmares are pretty common in the Isle, at least among VKs. Turns out children living on rotten food and stuff Auradon didn’t want and raising them around people who’d gladly harm them for their own amusement or goals breeds stunted emotional responses, more angry reactions and nightmares happen a lot. Go figure, huh? 

- Harry’s nightmares in particular tend to be very graphic. Harry’s got a graphic and sadistic imagination, so it figures his subconscious is full of frightening images, like being hurt or being in grave situations from the people in the Isle - or people he (shhhhhh!) cares about. 

- Most of the time, he just brushes them off and goes back to bed. They’re just dreams, they can’t hurt him (and, as far as he knows, nobody on the Isle hurts people through their dreams). Sometimes, he gets a PARTICULARLY vivid nightmare that has him thrashing, yelling, and swearing in his sleep. 

- It’s kinda hard to miss the really bad nightmares when he’s sharing a bed (or even just a room). And Uma’s a light sleeper, so it’s kinda hard to miss her first mate thrashing and yelling in his sleep. 

- Uma shook him awake and he sprang away from her, grabbed his hook from beneath his pillow and stumbled out of bed in the couple seconds it took to click that he was awake and it was only a nightmare. 

- Once he’s had a second to breathe, he puts the hook back and sits down and focuses more on trying to breathe. 

- Uma asks what the heck that was about (translation - Are you okay and do you want to talk about it?) but Harry wasn’t really up for it - he tried to play it off like he was fine but he didn’t quite manage it. 

- Harry insists it was just a stupid dream, and it’s not something worth fussing over. Just your average ‘getting the worst the Isle has to offer’ type dream, stupid and nothing worth getting worked up over, especially not for Uma. Just go back to sleep, he’ll be fine, Captain. 

- Uma’s not very good at comforting people, but she wants to make sure her first mate is okay, so she runs her hand through his hair to get him to relax and tells him fine, but if something’s bothering him, he should bring it to her….in the interest of keeping her first mate on task for the crew, obviously (which is definitely why she’s playing with his hair and has her other hand resting on his shoulder, obviously….you know, in case someone asks). 

- They’ve got a few hours until they need to get up, so they go back to bed - and if Harry decides now’s going to be one of the nights he pulls Uma up to him (and it just so HAPPENS to be one of those nights she wraps her arms around him in return) it’s all good. No more nightmares. 

the real way to cast a patronus
  • Draco: Pansy! I've finally discovered the secret to casting a Patronus! Those Gryffindor bastards tried to trick us by saying you have to think of a happy memory, but REALLY you just need to think of something that makes you really really angry
  • Pansy: Oh yeah? What'd you think of then?
  • Draco: Isn't it obvious? I just thought of Potter's stupid face
  • Pansy: Oh Draco
  • Draco: Thought of him laughing with his friends
  • Pansy: Stop it this is too much–
  • Draco: Facing me down and smirking at me with that stupid mouth
  • Pansy: I'm going to cry
  • Draco: Flying on his broom like he fucking owns the whole sky, doing all those fancy tricks and making it look so easy–
  • Pansy: ALRIGHT alright. Enough. So you thought of Potter and finally cast a corporeal Patronus? What animal?
  • Draco: It was a LION Pansy. A glorious, beautiful, powerful LION
  • Pansy: A– A lion? A Gryffindo–
  • Draco: JUST A LION A FIERCE LION TO PROTECT ME FOREVER I LOVE HIM SO MUCH PANSY MY LION
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Did you know…. axolotls are my favorite animal….and I like to draw favs as axolotls for my own amusement?…. yea thats me.

Random doodles: 
- Hanzo yelling that he is gay and Jesse is like “same”
- Gabe looking to the camera like he is in the office because Jesse called him in the middle of the night to cry about stuff, also Jack is there too.
- THEM BOYS as cute axolotls because I lost total control of my godamn life, also size dif because of course.
-Sombra cant believe Jesse’s shenanigans idk
- size chart sorta thing…. Hanzo is just small and angry because I like that concept, Genji has to always be taller than Hanzo… ALWAYS, same with Jesse, even as an axolotl hIM BIG.
- ANOTHER AMPHIBIAN FRIEND.
- Tiny anger glubs

TWITTER    |    KO-FI 

Vanoss is not even subscri- THAT SON OF A BITCH!
—  Delirious, exposing Evan for not being subbed to him (x)
Why People Fall In Love

Muses: Jeon Jungkook.
Words: 4.7k words of cringe worthy fluff.
Type: fwb!au + fake dating!au
Note: This is another my ‘to be posted’ scenarios, posted.  Yay. :D

+ An agreement to become Jungkook’s fake girlfriend and a trip back to his hometown lets you see more of the Jeon Jungkook who you think is only made of Friday hookups and boyish charms.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


“So let me get this straight, your brother’s bringing his girlfriend home for dinner this weekend and you ‘sorta’ blurted out that you have a girlfriend too just because you want to prove that he’s wrong about you not being able to keep a girl?”

Sheepishly, Jungkook smiles and rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorta.”

At his nonchalance, you lightly smack his chest; it’s not like he’s going to feel anything if you straight out punch him anyway. “He’s totally right!”

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Out of the Blue 03

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk.

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: finally part 3 is here!! this one was really tricky. i edited it so much in terms of adding parts, then turning around and taking them back out and just completely removing an entire scene and replacing it with something that flowed better. ugh. i have mixed feelings on this, but it is what it is lmfao i mean all it is is smut so i guess it really doesnt matter. enjoys babes <3

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It was odd, Namjoon thought, at how comfortable you and Jungkook seemed to be around each other, having only known each other for a little over a day. He couldn’t even begin wrap his head around the way ‘natural instincts’ and 'pheromones’ worked between you two, but then again, he was merely just a human. Last night was weird and he couldn’t exactly say he liked it, as he slept alone again for the first time in a very long while, having to keep himself warm without you there being his little heater. 

The first night here was hard, but there was something about last night that was almost unbearable. 

He got little sleep because he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how you were dealing with sleeping without him these past two nights since you had never done so before, but then he realized you were probably perfectly fine - curled up beside Jungkook, sleeping peacefully with the other’s arms tightly around you. His arms were probably so tight because he was probably afraid someone would try to take you away from him in the middle of the night while you two slept.

Well, that was if you even got any sleep, did your fevers subside long enough for you to get some shut-eye? Or were you two at it all night?

Namjoon shook his head in mild disgust, trying to clear his mind of the unwanted images that started popping up and he looked out of the window, down at the pool where you and Jungkook were playing in the water together. He watched on, a strange sort of jealousy planted in his chest. Could he really not even get one moment alone with you? He just didn’t quite know how to cope with that - didn’t understand how Jungkook could be that possessive.

But again, he was just a human. How could he possibly understand?

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anonymous asked:

How do the Rogues get along cooped up in Arkham?

the gotham rogues in arkham is so wild lmao…. all the normal rules of engagement are OFF

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edward isn’t allowed puzzles or that many games in arkham and the ones he is allowed he finds SO BORING so he starts finding new ways to keep himself occupied.

like literally ivy will walk past him in the cafeteria one day shoving straws up his nose and be like, “what the fuck are you doing?” 

and edward will just turn to her with like a dozen straws shoved up either nostril and a deadly serious look on his face and say, “challenging my intellect, dear.” 

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harley: i wanna watch adventure time!
harvey: tough shit, cutthroat kitchen is on next!
harley: give me the remote, fryface!” *trying to wrestle the remote out of two-face’s hand
jonathan: why don’t you just read a book-
harley + harvey: NO ONE ASKED BITCH

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if something goes missing in arkham it’s most likely some asshole has taken it. harvey just barrels into the rec room one day seething

“RIGHT WHERE IS IT?” 
“where’s what?” 
“MY COIN YOU JACKASSES I KNOW YOU HAVE IT”
snickering but no one owns up, orderlies/guards looking kinda worried but also kinda amused. 
“WHERE IS IT?!?!”
“I’LL GO TO THE WARDEN, I SWEAR.”
suddenly stops yelling, gets an evil smile on face and narrows eyes, “they’ll take the TV away.”
harvey starts walking towards the door and like four rogues tackle him to the ground at once. biting, kicking, scratching and punching ensues. 

after it’s all over ivy just walks up calmly to him and drops it in his hand, “you dropped it on the floor of the cafeteria this morning.”

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harley and ivy are gay as shit all the time, not even subtle about it. just like holding hands and staring longingly into each others eyes and all that soppy shit. it’s infuriating for anyone who’s third wheeling. 

“so guys i have a plan to bust out- guys? guys…. guys please - guys, stop being gay for like 5 min and listen to my plan.”

*

art therapy is a mess.

doctor: draw something that represents ur innermost feelings

obvs ur gunna get the really dark shit but:

  • joker draws himself in a wedding dress being carried off by batman. 
  • edward draws himself in question mark speedos and a Hawaiian shirt sitting on a pile of money on a beach with the words I AM THE BEST over the top.
  • ivy draws the rogues and batfam dead at her feet, flowers growing out of the bodies while she stands on top of the pile triumphantly holding hands with harley.
  • harley just draws some kittens and puppies and a bunch of love hearts and jester diamonds. 
  • jonathan draws a scarecrow in a dark field surrounded by a bunch of crows with sharp teeth in the beaks and the words might as well be dead. no one is surprised. [harvey voice] why you gotta be so emo crane?
  • victor draws himself and nora on their wedding day and harley bursts into tears and tries to hug him.

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doctor: edward, please can you call jonathan over for me?
edward: sure
edward: JONAAAAAATHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNN
doctor: for gods sake
jonathan: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?
doctor: i don’t know what i expected 

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gotham rogues: [are arguing in group therapy as per usual]
doctor: excuse me, who’s the doctor here? 
jonathan: me
harley: me too
ivy: i am as well
victor: technically i am too
edward: i have multiple doctorates, i’ll have you know
doctor: [face palming] i don’t get paid enough to deal with this shit
gotham rogues: we know

  • struggles of an asexual who has aesthetic crushes: are you looking at me cuz you're fascinated by the shape of my face or are you looking at me because you find me sexually attractive because I keep looking at you for the former reason which would complicate the entire matter since generally speaking I find your face really interesting but want nothing to do with your loins in a manner that is sexual but if you're looking for a meaningful friendship where your overall physical appearance is fascinating this could work wut up bruh
Protection - Zach Dempsey

Originally posted by void-obriens

Summary: You spend your Friday evening at Bryce’s party with Zach as your “Date”, but things went wrong…

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual assault (very slightly), Angst, Drunk

Words: 888

A/N: Hiya, I’m finally back with an update! I was pretty busy those last weeks with watching 13 Reasons why & school, and now I’m finally back with an imagine; I hope you will enjoy my shitty writing skill. There are some mistakes since I wrote this in a rush. (gonna fix it soon)

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Loud music was blasting through the speaker, filling the room with a deafening volume while people dancing body against body probably too drunk to realised that they are dancing with a person they hated once, I only could shake my head while seeing everybody drunk and having fun, even throwing a party after everything that happened in these last weeks.

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Unrequited

Summary: As a teenager you’d been best friends with Sam Winchester, particularly since your mother and his father hunted together whenever they felt they needed backup. But then you’d moved country, and all interactions with the Winchesters were of the non-physical kind. So when they call on you for backup, you jump at the chance to see your best friend again, not to mention see his big brother, on who you’d had a mild crush on.
The hunt goes well, the rest of the evening, however, doesn’t exactly go your way.  
Pairing
: Alpha!DeanxOmega!Reader
Words
: 3963
Warnings
: A/B/O Dynamics. Smut.
AN: This was an Anon Request! I’m quite pleased with this one, and kinda tempted to write a sequel… let me know what you think of that idea!!!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

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Your phone started ringing for the third time in a row, and you couldn’t suppress your exasperated groan as you tugged a sweatshirt over your wet hair and damp skin. Snatching it up off the scuff-marked plastic table you chanced a quick glance at the caller ID before answering.

Sam Winchester.

Of course.

“You better have a damn good reason for disturbing my day off, Winchester,” you teased, tucking the mobile between your shoulder and ear so you could return to the damp towel you’d tossed onto the bed and set about drying your hair more thoroughly. The bastard knew you were taking a day to pamper yourself, yet still decided to drive you mad with your own ringtone. How very rude of him.

On the end of the line, Sam just chuckled, and you could just picture him shaking his head slightly in amusement.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughed, but you could detect genuine regret in his voice. “It’s just that I know you’re nearby, and me and Dean could use an extra pair of hands on this one. Dean will hate me when he finds out I rang… he doesn’t like thinking there are more Vamps than we can handle,” he said. A faint scraping sound in the background suggested that he’d just taken a seat, too.

As you once again dropped the towel onto your bed in favour of your hairbrush, you let out an amused titter. “Certainly sounds like Dean,” you mused, “sounds like he’s well on his way to becoming one of those stereotypical stubborn Alphas you get on TV.”

Once again, you heard the distinctive rumble of Sam laughing. That was when a thought hit you, and your face lit up in a smile so broad that your cheeks actually hurt.

“Hold up… does-does that mean I actually get to see you guys? And I mean see you, not just skype or a screen-shared movie?”

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No decency II Pt.1

There were two things you despised in your current situation. The first thing accrued to be that your mom decided to move in with her new husband. The second one was that playboy number one Jeon Jungkook turns out to be your new stepbrother. As your parents spontaneously go on vacation you and Jungkook have to deal with the building tension between the two of you until an upcoming house party leaves you panting underneath him.


genre: stepbrother!jungkook, dom!jungkook, smut

word count: 9.8k

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

The music was loud enough to wake you up. With a tired hand you grabbed your phone from your night stand to see that it was just six in the morning. At least two hours of your holy sleep got taken and it made you furious. Who the hell was that ignorant to think of getting ready with such an amount of noises at this time of day. Sure thing it had to be Jeon Jungkook. Your dear new stepbrother whom you knew was the iconic playboy of your college had no decency. It was not the first time such a morning was presented to you.Groaning you tried to open your eyes against the light of your phone while shoving the warm sheets off your body. Heavy steps followed as you dragged yourself to the bathroom across your bedroom. It turned out that the suspect had forgotten to close the door so that the music flowed around the floor to your own bedroom. It was too much for you and this is why you just stormed inside. Why had he to fuck your mind at this rate? Your sleep was something you treasured and now you will not be able to get it soon. “The fuck! Jungkook! Turn the fucking volume down before I kill you”, you shouted brows furrowed with anger. But just at this moment your eyes accustomed to the bright light of the bathroom’s lamp. Shock traced your tired features. Jungkook looked at you with confusion and amusement as he saw why you were so shook. Your own fault for barging in on another person as he took a shower, he thought. One of his hands pulling up the towel around his waist a grin spread across his face.

“Y/n, don’t you think it’s rude to barge in on me after taking a shower?”, his low teasing voice filled the room, “If you really want to get a glance at my naked body you just have to ask. I won’t refuse such a wish of my cute little stepsister.”

Avoiding your gaze from his toned chest and those delicious looking abs was not an easy task. This is why you stared at him with wide eyes while his dark wet hair caused drops of water to fall onto his naked torso. A loud gulp was heard whereas Jungkook turned his body in your direction. Not even the small towel could hide what lay underneath it. The piece of cloth hung loose on his hips so that the outline of a light path of hair was left at the hem of it. Your eyes traced it only for a short time but long enough for him to notice.

“Like what you see?”, Jungkook’s voice got an octave lower. You seemed not to realize the missing distance that separated your bodies before his voice woke you from your trance.

“Fuck off, okay? Just turn this shitty music off. Have you no decency?”, you said, turning on your heels. “Better try to adapt in this family or you get a beating.” Those were the words before you pulled out the plug of his music box.

Jungkook clearly was amused as he watched your actions. He developed a thing for your little outburst the last few weeks. Low giggles escaped his throat:“How would she even try to beat me?”


Fuming you tried to get some more sleep but it was impossible. After discovering Jungkook half naked with droplets of water running down his perfect chest your thoughts hung upon this picture. Sparks of the moment appeared every time you closed your eyes wherefore you decided to go through your stuff for the upcoming exam. Concentrated work distracted you from the images of your stepbrother until your mother called for breakfast.

Slowly you got downstairs turning around as you saw that he appeared right behind you. Without saying anything your movements got faster. You would not deal with him twice a day. Jungkook only grinned at you actions. He knew that it would not be long before he would have you, he was sure about that. Right after meeting you he planed to crush your daily life and your oh so holy pretending of a happy family. Therefore he just had to wait for the right opportunity to catch you.

“Sit down, we have to announce something”, your mother made sure that you both had your breakfast as she and her husband sat across the two of you. “As you both know your dad and I didn’t have a chance to go on our honeymoon. Please, y/n, before you say something let me speak. A few days ago we booked a flight for two weeks to Australia. This means we have to speak about some rules while we are gone.”

Shock washed over you. Was she for real right now? They wanted to go on vacation, sure thing, but this meant for you and Jungkook to be alone for two whole weeks? Disbelief sneaked up to you face as you stared at your mom. There was no way you would both survive those weeks. Neither he would be thrown out by you or killed. Another option was just impossible.

“But this is wonderful! We will get along so well, don’t worry”, Jungkook spoke while laying his arm around your shoulders. Your natural instinct was to wiggled his arm down but to your surprise he gripped you even harder. “We won’t stand in your way if you want to have a romantic holiday.”

The boy’s eyebrows shot up while winking at your parents. Even your mom’s cheeks flushed at his actions. Was there anybody you could resist his charms? Satisfying enough, there was you.

“To be honest, we would fly even without your blessings my son”, his father interfered with a slight smile. “But you two have to follow some rules if you don’t want to be left with your grandma beside you.”

The boy next to you stiffened. It seamed he would never allow his father to organise some sort of babysitter for him.

“First parties”, he continued, “Throw them but if anything precious is shattered or some of your friends touch my car I will chop your heads off. Second cleaning. Just make sure that after we are back our house is sparkling.”

“We even made a list for the things you have to do. And y/n, if you want to use the pool, there is an annual on how to use the pump…”


After your breakfast you were more exhausted than this early morning as Jungkook woke you up. All the instructions were written down by your parents. It would have been so relaxing if there were not the hot dork you were forced to live with. Why had your parents allowed to throw parties in the first place? You knew there would not be a single evening without a huge amount of salacious girls and drunken boys running around the house. Even now you could feel how a headache loomed behind your forehead. On your way to your lecture you could hear how footsteps approached you.

“Y/n, just so you know let them have their awaited honeymoon”, a low voice began to speak. Your own eyes rolled up you stopped.

“You know what? I don’t even care just don’t get on my fucking nerves while they are gone”, your tone showed how annoyed you actually were. You really did not care if they were gone but you wanted a little peace from him even if it was just in college. That was the reason why you resumed your path to the huge building in front of you.

“Why so prickly”, a laugh followed, “I don’t want anything from you. But a few guys will be sleeping over for some days.”

With that he was gone. Could this day be any more worse? First you woke up at six in the morning, found Jungkook in the bathroom, your parents wanted to leave you with this womaniser and now you had to deal with guys you never got to know in your own house? Yes, it was definitely a headache you had.


“But y/n that is so damn awesome, what is your problem?”, Mina, your best friend, stated as you told her how you had a horrible morning. Even the news that occurred to be a nightmare to you let her light eyes sparkle. She had a thing for Jungkook and his friends unlike you even though you both knew that they played on another league as the two of you. They would never mind toying with the feelings of other girls. You knew Jungkook as well as his buddies had some kind of reputation as the hottest but most dangerous guys on the campus. You were even sure that they had more than half of the female population in bed.

“Don’t you get it, Mina? If my mom is gone I will be the one who has to look after all the mess he and his friends will make of our house. This is why I’m so pissed.”

Mina looked at you a half worried half excited expression on her face. The green grass you sat on quiet warm as you ran your hands over it nervous. In your head there were countless situations you were sure would be present in no time why you were uneasy and tried to find solutions before such things might happen.

“Y/n, I will be by your side. Let me stay at your house as long as his friends stay and everything will turn out to be alright, yeah?”, she tried to calm you down but you knew she just wanted to come over to spy on Jungkook.

“Promise me that you won’t play dirty tricks to get closer to them!”

A sneaky grin appeared on her face. Her green eyes sparkling brighter than before. “Oh you have no idea.”

The rest of your break you discussed on how you were able to make his life as hard as possible. After talking to Mina your head felt a little lighter because you knew you would not have to stand alone against the boys that would be at your house this evening. If you had known that this was just the smallest of your problems.


“So just be careful and protect your stepsister, Jungkook”, were the last words of your parents who waved at you through the window of your mom’s car. A fake smile plastered on both your faces you also waved them goodbye for their long awaited vacation. The foul feeling that spread through your body as you watched how their car left only got worse while you heard Jungkook laugh next to you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Y/n, you need to chill. Seriously I’m not gonna eat you”, the boy started with a flashy smile that showed his bunny teeth. If you would not know better you would have sort of it as pretty cute, “Unless you want me to eat you out.”

This guy was too much. With loud footsteps you marched back inside.

“For real leave me alone you dork”, you stated, “Mina is coming over so stay with the guys in your room. Unless you want me to kill you.”

“Copying someone phrases is a sign for adoration”, Jungkook grinned back at you an eyebrow pulled up.

“Just shut up.”

“Ah y/n, just so you know. Friday we throw a party. Your appearance Is highly appreciated. And your friends as well, so join us”, the good looking boy told you with a final glance in your direction before he went towards the garage. “Going to buy some stuff for over the weekend.”

You said nothing. At least the parties did no begin today or tomorrow. So you had time to prepare where to sleep because you did not want to stay when he partied with his friends and countless drunken girls who threw themselves at him.


Around evening the bell rang for the first time. In hopes that it was Mina who you thought was punctual one time it was not her as you opened the front door. The sight in front of you left you quite speechless. A boy your age maybe one or two years older stood at your entrance, some bottles of liquor in his hands. His hair had the colour of a light orange that perfectly fit his taint. His clothes were simple, a white shirt, black ripped jeans and black boots. Just the light blue leather jacket was what caught your eye except for the handsomeness of the guy. Confused dark eyes looked down on you as you just stood there in awe.

“Uhm..”, he cleared his throat and glanced at the address as well as your last name. “Isn’t Jeon Jungkook living here?”

Perplexed you shook yourself. So this freaking beautiful guy is one of the fuck boys Jungkook invited over? Another term was just not fit for his friends.

“Yes”, was the only word you spoke before pointing at the white staircase behind you. “Last door at the right.”

The boy’s eyebrows shot up. Jungkook had never mentioned that he actually had a sister. It was quiet a shock for him.

“I’m Jimin, sorry for the intrusion.”

Dumbfounded you nodded as he stepped in and smiled at you. Oh, he was attractive. The heart of yours began to race a little but before you could respond to Jimin a familiar voice was heard from above you.

“Hey Jimin!”

Annoyed you closed the door. Sure thing Jungkook would come run downstairs as he heard the voice of his best friend.

“Why have you never told me that you have such an adorable sister, Kookie?”, Jimin said while looking at you with dark eyes. Gulping you could not resist his gaze.

“Jimin y/n, y/n Jimin”, Jungkook pointed his hand towards you then to Jimin and back. Annoyance was heard through another feeling you could not grasp. “Nothing worth telling you.”

A little hurt you shrugged your shoulders: “He’s always like this. Maybe you should teach him some manners, Jimin.”

Jungkook stared at you in disbelief. You were in no position to say something like this in front of Jimin. He clenched and stuck out his jaw but before he could give you a heavy remark Jimin cleared his throat again.

“Guys chill out. We will go upstairs, Kookie”, the orange haired boy suggested. One last nod in your direction he pushed Jungkook in the direction of the staircase the boy came running down a moment ago.

“Dude, why have you never told me that after your dad’s marriage, you had to live with such a hottie?”, Jimin whispered in the boys ear as they strolled up the stairs.

“Don’t even think about it. She is off limits, understood?”, Jungkook’s voice was laced with a silent warning. As if to defend himself Jimin held his hands up.

“A little flirt is allowed, isn’t it?”

Jungkook closed the door behind him. “If I see you toying with her I’m going to rip that dick of yours out.”

With that the boys dropped the theme of you and began to plan the party they wanted to throw two day from now on.


It was nearly six as Mina finally appeared. Two other times you opened the ringing door just so see that some guys you knew slightly visited. Taehyung and Yoongi, two especially dangerous guys were now staying in your stepbrother’s room. Unfortunately it made you nervous to know that four extremely hot but characteristically low guys were in the room next to you.

Mina and you had decided to watch some movie as your TV was huge. Popcorn and Soda spread across the coffee table while the newest action movie was presented on TV. You had told her who was also in here already but as you wanted to drop the topic she continue sly tried to hold it up. At ten you heard as loud footsteps approached the big living room. Hadn’t you told Jungkook to just leave you alone and stay with his friends in his room? He already planned a house party to which you not even complained about in front of him.

“Ladies, what are you watchin’?”, a gruff voice reached your ears. Taehyung stood right behind the sofa you sat on. His cologne filling the room immediately. As well as Jimin Taehyung and Yoongi were utterly handsome you had to admit. The boy had light brown hair that fell onto his forehead. His clothing style was rather special as he wore a shirt with Petit flowers and tight jeans to brown flaps. Taehyung smelled rich and looked rich. But his actions were quiet poor, you knew.

“You know the new Marvel movie?”, Mina prompted before you had the chance to speak.

“Are you for real? Did it begin just now? Mind if we join you?”

You gave Mina a glance that told her to shut up but as you knew her long enough she just smiled brightly at Taehyung: “Sit with us! We can just wind the movie back.”

Would it not be for the safety of your manners you would have asked her if she has lost her sanity but a second later you saw three other figures storming in the room. The boy seriously had no decency. Now the six of you shared the huge sofa of yours. Annoyed was not the right term to describe what you felt. More like a feeling of irritation and frustration at the same time. Even though the sofa of yours was one of the hugest Jimin, who sat next to you, leaned way too much on you. Not that you hated it. It made you nervous to the point you shifted your body in Minas on your right.

“Y/n, what the hell. I don’t wanna cuddle you!”, the black haired girl whispered.

“Me neither but put up with it”, you whispered back.

The handsome boy next to you had the nerve to lean in even closer. Just as you were about to ask what he wanted you felt his mouth dangerously close to your ear. His fragrance that was strong from the beginning filled your nostrils again.

“Y/n, don’t you like it?”, his melodious voice whispered into your ear.

You nodded to his surprise and leaned back immediately. Ah, he did not understand. You did like it too much but admitting it right in front of your stepbrother who stared at you two with a piercing gaze told you to hold back. Regret sneaked through you as you watched as Jimin sank down next to you.

“Jimin, I just think it is not so good in front of Jungkook”, you told him honestly.

“He doesn’t care, y/n. Believe me”, he smiled slightly as he leaned back in. His plump lips were so kissable, you thought. If you would not sit in front of his friends you would have no shame to do it. You knew what his character had to look like if he was best friends with your womanising stepbrother but a taste was a taste. So you also began to slip further next to Jimin. What other force was driving you? Because you pulled his head down so that he could hear you better.

“Are you here on friday, too?”, you asked in a whispered voice that was laced with a little excitement.

A small grin played around his lips: “Of course I am. Why do you ask?”

“With encouraging liquor we may hold an interesting conversation then”, you told him as he bit is plump red bottom lip. How you wanted to taste it.

“I hope you mean what I just understood”, he giggled eyes crinkled.

“Someone wanna grab a bite outside?”, Jungkook’s voice was pretty loud as he spoke. “The movie is over so let’s go, I’m hungry.”

To your surprise the movie was really over now. You had missed the last parts as you tried to find a good position next to Jimin and the few sentences you exchanged. The tension that was built between you two was as if it never existed as Jimin and the other guys stood up.

“Can you also buy me something?”, Mina asked but Jungkook was rushing out. “Guess this was a no.”

“See ya, y/n”, you heard Jimin who stood in the door, “I’m excited for friday.”

“Y-yeah”, you stuttered as you saw that Jungkook’s view was on his friend. And the expression on his face told you you had annoyed him for once as you flirted with his friend. Although Jimin was so damn hot you knew more than flirting was impossible. You were not as dumb as all the other girls that fell for their tricks. At least you thought you would be smarter than them but this aspect was destroyed as you did a grave mistake.


The next one and a half days later you and your best friend made yourself ready for the upcoming party you wanted to attend. Luckily you would not have to run around at night to get home because your stepbrother decided to throw one right were you lived. You already heard the boys who were preparing the technical things such as a fogging machine and the speakers. Food as well as plenty of alcohol was presented on a long counter the guys had set up in your living room. You did not know how many people were expected but at the amount of provisions a few. Jimin spent the last day at your house as well. The exchanged glances and short conversations made you quiver in excitement. Only the death wishing glances of Jungkook bothered you.

You found yourself in between a pile of clothes that Mina threw out of your closet.

“Can you stop throwing my stuff?”, you laughed as one of you tops hit your head.

“I wouldn’t have to throw it all out if you would have at least one fucking thing that doesn’t calls ‘mommy’s girl'”, Mina’s muffled voice came out of your closet. “How can you have a walk-in wardrobe without sexy clothes?”

Frustration pushed through her calm surface.

“In my opinion I have plenty of sexy dresses!”, you tried to defend your poor taste. “But why should I even wear something like this?”

Mina’s head popped up. “For real, y/n? You think you will ever catch someone’s attention if you dress like a grade schooler?”

You did not understand. Jimin was a flirt nothing more and except from him there was no one here who caught your attention. There is.., you shook your head. This thought should not come up again. “I guarantee you third will be slutty girls who are running around Jungkook”, a not expected bitterness was caught in your voice but you ignored it.

Your friend jumped out of her hideout. A seductive grin playing on her lips while unfolding the one piece of clothing you had hid in the last corner of your wardrobe.

“Forget it. I’m not weaning this”, you escalated whereas Mina held your arm. No escaping for you.

“It matches my own dress y/n, so chill out okay? You will look gorgeous.”

About an hour later you two were ready. Mina had done your make up, hair and even coaxed you into the outfit she had chosen. She herself wore a tight purple dress that ended a few inches above her knee. It suited her as she were a delicate girl with long black hair and light eyes. If the boys would not fly on her you would not believe in god any more. Although you knew that she was not an angel and had slept with numerous guys already she was so dear to you that you wanted to protect her like she protected you all the time. Her confidence had reached levels yours would never scratch at. And this was the reason why you tried to pull the way too short silk black dress down since Mina forced you into it. You found it too revealing because the back cut-out reached nearly to your coccyx as well as the shortness of its lengths. Anxiety flooded you while you thought that your butt might be shown to everyone in the room.

“Y/n, stop it. Nothing can be seen. Except for your legs, back and your boobs”, your best friend teased you. Nudging she threw her arm around your waist. “Let’s have fun. But give me the key to your parents bedroom. I will not fuck in here.”

Disbelief washed over your face to which Mina laughed even more than before. “A joke!”

“Do what you want but not in my room, Mina”, you warned but smiled at her.


The bass drowned the music as the both of you made your way downstairs. You had expected many people but the storm that filled your house was more than you would have conceded. Your eyes followed countless of girls and boys already drunk. Most of the female guests wore more revealing pieces of clothes than you had on with higher shoes than Minas. You both exchanged glances before laughing.

“Guess Jungkook knows how to party”, the black haired girl shouted next to your ear. A slight nod was all you could manage to do.

As you went from your living room to your garden more and more unfamiliar faces appeared before you. Maybe a hand full of girls and boys you could recognize but the rest were strangers you had never seen. They must be friends from the other guys, you guessed while walking further onto your terrace. Fortunately the pool still was untouched and you hoped this would be the case the whole time. Dancing people crossed your path as Mina and you made your way inside again. Neither Jungkook nor Jimin got in your sight so you decided to be the silent watcher at the moment. Mina went to grab some drinks before she joined you standing at the kitchen counter.

“Have you seen anybody familiar? How about the host? I have to tell him about the pool”, you raised your voice against the loud music. Instead of answering Mina shook her head.

As you waited for Jungkook to appear you girls drank a bit and started moving to the beats. The dance floor that contained the main space of your living room was overflowing with lascivious moving girls. Shouts of different groups of boys animated these female guests to move even slutty.

“Why are they degrading themselves like this?”, you shouted to Mina.

“Attention whoring”, her amused voice dragged it’s way to your own ears, “How about drinking this liquid courage and going down with the girls?”

You contemplated for a moment but decided to do as Mina said. Why not? You had not to roll your body down like them but a little dance session with your bestie was a nice idea. Swallowing the last sips of you courageous drink gave you enough confidence for going. The both of you run on the improvised dance floor all eyes on you girls. Maybe the female clients were rolling against each other but you and your friend had all the attention. Dancing like crazy Mina shouted at you what you unfortunately did not understand. But right that moment your gaze flew to a figure you hoped to see all evening. Jimin stood to your right side where you were just minutes ago. His orange hair stuck out of the mass just like the handsome boy beside him. Jungkook and Jimin seemingly flirting with a small group of girls. Of course he would not hold back even if he knew that you will be present at the party.

“Guess all the little allusion lead into nothing”, you say to Mina in a slightly disappointed tone. The girl followed your eyes and nodded sadly at you.

“Hadn’t expected nothing less from him, so it’s a'right”, you assured her with a wink.

To be pretty honest it was exactly what you had thought he would do anyway. He was Jungkook’s best friend so it was crystal clear that his actions would go in this direction. Better your rational judgement you caught yourself looking a few times his way. Of course he had his hands on two girls at the same time. Your head snapped around as you saw that his gaze scanned the room. To your satisfaction Jimin as well as Jungkook seemed bothered by something which caused a light smile to appear on your face.

“Y/n, I’ve seen some delicious looking guy at ten”, Mina wiggled her eyebrows, “Can I leave you for good reasons? I’ll be back in an hour.” With that, Mina danced her way around the other guests to get to her living destination. You had no doubts that she would wrap him around his little finger in no time so you turned on your heel to return to your previous place in the kitchen. A new drink was exactly what you needed although Jungkook and his friend were present, too. Unfortunately you have not seen anybody you knew enough to hang out with. So the alcohol was your friend for the next hour.

It was quiet difficult to find a way through the mass of people that stormed your living room. Mostly girls stood in your way but in no time you reached the kitchen. Kind of exhausted you searched for the next bottle of alcohol and found it at the top of your kitchen shelf. It was your mom’s husband’s expensive liquor you filled your glass with. Your first sip burned your throat but it was so good you did not mind. Satisfied you placed it back behind the cheaper bottles so that nobody would see it or try to snatch it away from you. Just as you were about to take another gulp someone pressed his body right into your own from behind. Perplexed you swallowed your drink a little too fast.

“How are you going to pay for something this expansive, Baby?”, a low melodious voice grazed your ear, “Why don’t you turn around to show me your beautiful face?”

What the hell, was he for real? You did expect Jimin or some stranger who would run straight to Jungkook to tell tales but he himself?

“Are you crazy?”, fuming you turned around as far as his body allowed you to, to see that shock traced the boy’s seductive features. Jungkook stood so damn near you that you could feel his breath on your face. His scent was laced with a strong cologne, alcohol and mint. Would it not be Jungkook who stood in front of you in his black shirt with tight black jeans and raven hair that fell softly on his forehead you would not mind getting closer to the boy. But it was not anybody. It was Jungkook.

“Oh fuck, y/n?”, disbelieving he stared down your body not moving an inch, “You look amazing!”

Compliments? Your eyebrows shot up. Was he that drunk already?

“I didn’t recognize you in this..man, this revealing dress”, Jungkook continued.

Flushed cheeks followed his words that seemed to be just a defence for his actions.

“Yeah, so, mind if you give me some space?”, your voice trailed off as he started to raise his hand to grab the bottle you have had in your hands. Leaning over you he picked up a glass and poured the liquidity in it.

“For real, y/n, since when are you having such a nice outfit? I didn’t know you were capable of pulling off such a sexy dress.”

As he would not move you tried to escape his warm body. It was too much for you. Not that he was one of the most annoying persons in your life, no, he also drove you crazy. The alcohol was not your saviour in this situation, you were sure.

“Jungkook, fuck off”, you scoffed, “I have not the nerves to deal with your so called compliments.”

Now you stood next to each other leaning against the counter of your kitchen. Then Jungkook moved in your direction to scan you again.

“Come on, I mean it. Sincerely, y/n”, he tried to calm you down, “I really did not know it was you or do you think I would flirt with you?”

His actions were suspicious. You have not figured out in what way but there was something.

You shook your head. Maybe the amount of alcohol he already had swallowed made him weak.

“So why don’t you wander off to your cute little toys and have a fun night?”, you said as you tried to avoid looking at him, “Just like Jimin does.”

Did you really say this right now? You cursed yourself. This drink was definitely the last.

“So this is what’s bothering you?”, a small smile played around his red lips. Only then you noticed that his bottom lip was certainly bigger then the one above. Since when had he closed the distance again?

“No it’s not bothering me!”, you tried to defend yourself. Without success because Jungkook leaned in again. This time brushing your hair behind your ear.

He was so drunk, you were sure about that. Never has he tried to touch you..or has he? Your mind was clouded.

“Maybe Jimin wants you but isn’t allowed to touch you, y/n”, the boy got closer until his mouth was brushing against your now free ear. Goosebumps made its way on your arms. The physically reaction was not unnoticed as Jungkook slid his big, veiny hands across your arms.

“Wh-what the hell, Jungkook?”, you whispered back eyes wide with shock. What was going on? Did he not see that it was you who stood before him? “What do you mean by ‘not allowed’?”

The golden boy’s lips turned upwards again. “I told Jimin you are off limits and as he is my best friend he will not try anything again.”

Your stare was showing many emotions at the same time. Confusing, anger, arousal.

“Who on earth gives you the right to-”

“I want you, y/n”, Jungkook interrupted your outburst, “Ever wanted you. Since moving in. Believe me or not but I have seen you watching me.”

Cold sweat ran down your back. Since when did he even notice that you were watching him? You always tried to hide your interest in the playboy who turned out to be your stepbrother. In college you and Mina watched his every step. But as he moved in with his dad you repressed your interest in him completely. All the bickering you have done was to avoid him and his good looks that drove you insane at night.

“So what? You are clearly drunk, go fuck off already”, your hand began to shake as he not moved again. It was not the right time especially since you would feel bad for finding him so deliciously sexy. How he stood there, a cheeky grin spread across his lightly tanned face. Dark, chocolate coloured eyes looking way too far down your body.

“Okay, I will not pull anything again but let’s talk. We never had a decent conversation.”

A sceptical expression was drawing your features. Both of you stared neither on the drinks or the people dancing in the big room in front of the kitchen.

Jungkook broke the short silence: “Where is your friend? Mina, right?”

You shot a glance at his watch. In your head you calculated the time she disappeared until now.

“Guess she is fucking some guy in my room.”

Jungkook swallowed hard as he tried to repress a laugh. Never had he thought that you would let someone fuck in your bed unless it would be yourself.

“And here I am, thinking how nice and cute your friend was. But afterwards she is just some naughty girl”, he shook his head lightly giggling.

“You don’t have to speak, Jungkook. Rumours say you fucked nearly all girls on campus.”

At this remark the boy went silent. You had to check if he was okay so you turned your attention to the boy next to you. To your surprise he was looking you straight in the eyes.

“And what about you?”, interest sparkled in his dark eyes while he watched heat rushing into your face.

“I’m not the type to fuck someone and throw them out afterwards and neither the other way around, if this is what you want to know”, you drowned your drink after this confession. After your first boyfriend you only had a one-night-stand once and it was an awful memory. Sneaking out of someone’s house in the morning, walking the walk of shame and having worse sex was not what you wanted. And after that seeing this person was rather awkward so you kept your hands off of those things.

“Love making, how boring”, Jungkook’s voice brought back, “No wonder you’re always so tense. You need a good fuck.” A loud snort followed.

Your hand in your hair you rolled your eyes. Yes it was two years ago you last had someone but to hear it from Mr. 1 playboy did not help.

“Jungkook that was over the top, I’m going to find someone just as you suggested!”, voice trailed with annoyance you turned to go. As if you would just go and find someone but standing so close to Jungkook while talking about your sex life was too much.

“Y/n! This was not what I suggested!”, his loud voice shouted behind you. How was you so dense, he thought. A little joke and you exploded. And right that moment you found Jimin. He was making out with a thin blond with huge tits. But as you walked past him his eyes shot open and he freed himself out of the girls claws. You ignored it just wanting to get some fresh air while waiting for Mina to finish her business. Behind you you could hear soft voices that drowned the bass of the music. A final glance back you saw how Jimin stared wide eyed at Jungkook. They both discussed something before your stepbrother took steps in your direction.

“Y/n!”, Jungkook was right behind you, “Come on, don’t be pissed about what I said. It was a joke! Don’t be a party pooper.”

“I’m not pissed”, you exhaled loudly, “Maybe you were just right about getting a good fuck.”

Silence answered you. You shoved this out burst on the way the cool air clouded your judgement. The time was ticking and as you wanted to make sure that Jungkook was still there an arm shot forward to pull you against his body. Dizzy you looked in Jungkook’s angelic face to see that his bunny teeth were showing.

“Just say yes, y/n. I make sure it’s worth your time”, he whispered closing the remaining distance of your faces. His nose brushed against yours while his hands slipped to your waist.

Before you could even think you pressed your lips on his. Unnoticeable shock turned into arousal as the boy smiled victoriously into the kiss. Heat rushed down your own body and as your tipsy mind evaluated the rights and wrongs in your actions. Your mind came to no solution as the golden boy pressed his hips into yours. If he would not hold you by your waist you might have fallen at the pressure of his own hips. The kisses you exchanged were soft delicate ones. Just with time lust washed in waves through your body until you clung on your stepbrother.

“Let’s go upstairs”, Jungkook loosened his grip to grab your shaking hand. His lips looked swollen and quiet red from your lipstick. You said nothing but let him lead you the way through the partying people to the beginning of the white staircase.

“Wait. My room is occupied by Mina”, you told him as you dropped dead in your tracks.

Dark unfathomable eyes focused on you. “My room.”

His free hand rushed down his stomach to the bulge in his pants. You guessed it was not the time to discuss the place. Large steps pulled you behind Jungkook as he rushed up the stairs. Noises came out of your room as well as out of the bathroom but you did not care. Your focus lay on the wide back of the boy in front of you. His raven locks moved with every strong step he took,you noticed for the first time. At the end of the floor he stopped fishing for the key inside his pocket. With fast hands he opened the door and dragged you inside. Jungkook locked the door whereas you headed straight for the bed. The black high heels were kicked off your feet as you slid further on the king sized bed in the middle of the room. Your surroundings were just a blur as the tall guy turned around lust in his chocolate eyes.

“I don’t think you have the right to sit so comfortably on my bed, princess”, his voice got lower, darker and seductive, “My room, my rules.”

You did not mind the pet name rather his comanding tone. You did not move what made Jungkook storm in front of you.

“Come here, right now. I won’t repeat it”, his low voice warned. The softness that laced his melodious voice was completely gone. This was the reason you obeyed his demand. Slowly you stood up, looking him right in his darkening eyes. His hands found their way to their place on your hips while he pulled you in for a passionate long kiss. His swollen lips moving furiously on yours that made you weak on your knees. Now that you were bare feet he had to lean down to give you his delicious kisses. Your own hands wrapped around his neck playing with his raven hair that was slightly curled. His tongue brushed softly at your bottom lip waiting for entrance and just a moment later he sucked your own tongue. The golden boy knew his way around as he made you moan with just his heated kisses. This sound alone drove Jungkook insane and he moved his hips into your stomach quite violently. He was hard since he got hold of you in the kitchen. This fucking short dress revealed too much to stay sane, he thought. Right then he could not wait any longer but so did you.

“On your knees, princess”, he demanded heavily breathing from all the passionate kisses you gave him.

Your obedience followed and in no time you sat in front of Jungkook who looked at you his body looming before your own. Your hand slid slowly from his calves to his muscular clothed thighs. He was tense you could feel it as his muscles twitched. While you gazed his toned legs and his prominent bulge with your hands Jungkook opened his belt. In slow motion he continued his actions with the rest of his jeans and in one go pulled them down. The outline of his dick was so strong that you reached out to brush your fingers against it. A muffled sound escaped Jungkook as he watched you in awe. Here you were on your knees, smeared lipstick looking hungry at his own dick how long had he wanted to have you.

“How about you undress me, y/n”, his voice woke you from your starring. Your eyes flew to his face fluttering with your eyelashes whereas you stood up the hem of his black shirt in your hands. You slowly pulled it up tracing every inch of new revealed skin with your eyes. Once his shirt was torn off you gave Jungkook a long sluggish kiss before you kissed his perfect jaw. Your lips wandered further down until they hung on his hot neck. Your tongue worked as soothing material while your teeth marked his skin. You knew he liked it because the grip he developed over the minutes became more forceful. Quiet whimpers left his mouth as you worked your way on his chest to his abs. The smeared red lipstick left a few wet marks that showed your path of kisses down his half naked body. You stopped at the hem of his dark boxers. At this point you wanted to be the one in charge this is why you pulled his underwear down. Jungkook seemed not to care as his hard member sprung free. He was even bigger than what you had imagined a pulsating vein drawing its line from the base to the top.

One last glance at the boys face you began to pepper kisses at his swollen tip. How long was he hard? You did not care and teased as you licked your way from his base over and over again. Sweet relief not given for the golden boy.

“If you do it again I’m shoving my dick in that pretty mouth of yours. So do it properly, princess”, his voice showed signs frustration but a way too sweet tone was covering it nearly completely.

“Don’t be rude otherwise you will get nothing, Jungkook”, you tried to go against him but without success. Jungkook only smirked down at you not believing any word you just said.

Snorting you pierced his eyes before leaning down taking the red tip in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks and peered to the boys face. He returned your gaze with hungry wild eyes. Your two hands were brought to the outside of his big thighs as you deepened your mouth onto his dick. A loud moan reached your ears while you started to suck at his dick that fit partly in your mouth. Slowly you leaned in even further until his member hit the back of your throat.

“Stay still, princess”, Jungkook motioned to caress your cheek before he grabbed your hair in his big hand. His fist enclosed around it why you could not move one bit. “Hit my thighs if you have enough. And you have to inhale deeply if I say ‘now’.”

Wide eyes looked at him. The only deep throating you tried out was disastrous for your ex-boyfriend as well as for you. This situation was quite scary to you why Jungkook loosened his grip shortly for you to say something. With a loud plop his dick was free and you started to speak: “Please be gentle.”

Your were not even sure if he knew what this word meant but his mouth formed a rather warm smile as he patted your head to take away your fear. A slight nod signalized him to continue his plans. The former solid grip of his hand was back at its place in your hair. Trembling hands gripped the boys thighs again while his focus laid on your mouth. Jungkook positioned his dick right before your open mouth and he could swear it was the most tempting moment he had experienced since he discovered the opposite gender.

After a last check on you Jungkook’s voice filled the room: “Now.”

With that word you inhaled deeply before he glided his dick as deep in your mouth as he was long. The back of your throat was reached too fast for his liking why he pushed all of his length even further than that. He could hear a few gags before his member blocked your windpipe. Just then a loud animalic groan left his chest. Your throat contracted so deliciously around him that he would have come if you had not hit his thighs lightly. Without a second thought he slipped out of your mouth. You coughed a little while inhaling as much oxygen as your lungs allowed.

“Not bad, princess”, Jungkook’s voice was gruff but you could hear his lust in it. He panted lightly as he smeared your last remaining bit of lipstick across your cheek. Then he positioned himself again to begin fucking your mouth. You felt tears dwelling up as he slowly moved his hips in and out of you. He sped up as he saw that your saliva flowed out of the edges across your lips to your delicate chin. Why were you so damn hot, he had to stop countless times as he was so near to his release without even tasting you.

A plopping sound echoed trough Jungkook’s room as he pulled himself reluctantly out of your wet mouth. By this time your lace panties were soaked. Droplets of your arousal ran down your legs why you pressed them together. You needed at least a little friction you noticed. While sucking him your own desires wandered to the back of your head but were even more prominent right as he stopped penetrating your throat.

Whimpers left your mouth. “Jungkook, I can’t wait any longer. I need you.”

The boys actions were faster than light. In no time he removed the dress off of your body. With one swift move he lifted you from your place at his feet and threw you onto his huge bed. Your body was covered by his as he kissed you, elbows beside your head.

“You look stunning”, he grinned into the kiss. Big hands wandering over your skin to the sealing of you black bra. Experienced fingers opened it in one go. Your bra flew to your dress as well as your panties that were removed by his strong fingers as well. His body hovered over you with sparkling dark brown eyes, hungry for what will happen next.

How long you wanted him. All the months you had repressed the feeling Jeon Jungkook set free inside your stomach. You might not like his actions in general but right now you did not care. The tension that always seemed touchable finally got released and your anxiety turned into excitement as you saw him above you. His raven locks were wet and hung upon his unfathomable eyes that loomed centimetres away. Strong hands holding him up as his toned torso was laced with light sweat. Ethereal, is what you thought. Handsomeness on another level. Never did you want anyone as much as you wanted Jeon Jungkook right now.

“Will you stare at me the whole night?”, your voice dragged the golden boy back as he was in trance at the sight before him. You got pretty impatient because of the missing friction your tingling heat needed.

What followed were sloppy heated kisses before Jungkook’s hands traced the curves of your body. He wanted to take his time but you urged him in finally sleeping with you. A wet trail was left on your pale skin as he kissed his way down to your breasts. He marked you with hickeys and bit down on your delicate skin. Jungkook’s actions were rather rough as he played with your breasts. You ran your own hands through the boys locks while he played with your sensitive spots on your mounds. One hand slid down across your stomach, the other stayed at your breast massaging it with his big hand. Finally he reached between your legs to stroke your bundle of nerves. His thumb circled around it numerous times, every once in a while pressing hard onto it. The more the boys stroked you the louder your voice got. As he hovered two fingers above your folds you held your breath. Jungkook coated his fingers with your juices to see how ready you were. Satified he slipped both his long fingers inside your warmth. Immediately you felt how you tightened around him. Loud moans slipped out your open mouth and you could not stop yourself as he pounded his fingers mercilessly inside you.

“So eager, princess?”, he joked while focusing on your face, “Just look at you. Heavy panting underneath her stepbrother while throwing a party. And I thought your friend was the naughty one.”

You let his remark slip as long as he will not stop his movements. But right as your release approached he pulled his fingers out. Glistering wetness moistened his digits.

“So wet for me”, he stated while bringing his fingers up to his red lips. His tongue sucked at his digits until they were clean. “You taste absolutely sweet, just as I imagined.”

“I don’t care, just fuck me already!”, your voice was louder than expected but you did not care as long as he would finally move his hips into yours.

Jungkook went to the drawer of his night stand to get a condom. To your relief he was quick to put it on.

“Come here”, he said while pulling you down to the edge of his bed.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to see the actions that happened while your stepbrother positioned his hard dick at your wet entrance. One swift movement of his hips and he was finally filling you up. You both remained still as he let you adjust to his prominent size. A short while later you began to squirm underneath him.

“You know you are so fucking tight. How long had you no sex?”, Jungkook said breath stuck in his throat. The smallest movement of your hips might bring his explosion.

“Just..a while”, you admitted. Your head shooting up to the sudden rotation of his hips. Both moaning at the friction caused by his actions.

“Fuck, y/n, I can barely move.”

Instead of responding you grabbed his face between your hands and kissed him again passionately. The clash of your teeth was heard as you pressed your lips on his over ans over again. Your breathing stopped while the clashing of lips and his fastening thrusts. By the time he was pounding as hard as he could to get you to your climax. Meanwhile your head dropped on the sheets and your free hands grabbed them as hard as they could because of his violently thrusts that caused you to jump up and down. Mercilessly he held your legs in position.

“I won’t last pretty much longer”, he pressed trough gritted teeth.

Golden Jungkook freed one of his hands for you to come. His thumb found its way down at you clit to rub you over the edge. It came suddenly but as he furiously stroked it you could feel how the coin inside your stomach began to turn. The fire in the pit of your stomach spread through your squirming body. Your nerves were drawn together before loosening and turning the coin around.

“Jungkook!”, you nearly screamed as your orgasm washed over you. Like a mantra you repeated his name louder every time another wave flooded you.

Your voice calling out for him at this rate was enough for Jungkook to go wild. It was just like the most beautiful melody he had ever heard as he pounded even harder than before brows furrowed of exhaustion. You could see how sweat pooled on his toned and tanned body. Heavy grunts escaped him while you tightened around him. With the next moan of yours he himself felt his release shooting into the condom. Several sounds slipped out his mouth and with a last sloppy thrust of his hips he pulled out of you. The condom landed in the bin next to his bed.

You watched as his furrowed brows slowly began to relax.

“Wait here”, he demanded out of breath. With these words he slipped his jeans back on and made his way to the door. The quiet ‘click’ of the door was heard. Another moment later he got back a wet cloth in his hand.

“Wash up before you ruin my sheets”, was the only thing he said before giving you the warm cloth.

“Thanks though”, you responded slightly flushed.

While you began to clean yourself Jungkook threw himself onto the bed again. Arms crossed behind his head. He watched you out of his eyes with fascination. You felt his stare but continued your cleaning before you stood up and grabbed your underwear before changing into your dress. For you the atmosphere felt heavy and embarrassing but the boy did not seem to mind.

You turned around to go back to were all the other guests were but stopped dead in your tracks.

“Y/n”, Jungkook’s voice was pure amusement.

Confused you pulled your eyebrows up but looked at him.

“Look in the mirror before going back downstairs. You look a little..”, he searched for the right word but went with his first choice, “fucked out.”

Heat rushed into your cheeks again. You just hoped it was easy to fix but as you went straight to the mirror of his wardrobe you was shattered. It was the opposite of ‘easy to fix’. Not only your lipstick was smeared across your cheek but the mascara smudged around your eyes because of the sweat and tears from before. Not to mention your messy hair.

“Fuck”, you stuttered as your view flew to Jungkook again. By the time he was fully clothed and ready to leave his room.

“Y/n, I have to go downstairs, so would you mind going in your own room to fix that mess of yours?”, he stated with one gesture of his hand towards the door, “By the way, I guess this is my favourite state of yours.”

“Fuck you”, you spit and stormed out of his room leaving the chuckling boy behind.

“Let’s repeat it some time, princess”, he shouted while you made your way to your own room fuming.

Luckily nobody was inside any more, your sheets thrown off your bed. As you tried to fix your look to something decently you balanced the rights and wrongs in your head again. This time your head told you that, beside having some dick after a phase of dryness and late night sessions by yourself, it should stay by this one time. Maybe it was a mistake but you would only know when some time passed.  

The only thing you were very sure of was that this was the first as well as the last time that you followed your human desires.

But the near future had other plans with you. Your patience was put to test by nobody else but Jeon Jungkook.

Make Believe

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader pose as a couple to lure a vampire

Word Count:  2540

Warnings:  Smut, language, near death situation

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by winsmut

Make Believe

We were in the middle of this hunt when Mary called. We couldn’t exactly walk out on this, so Sam had volunteered to help Mary while Dean and I stay behind to finish the job.

Which led to the situation that I’m now in. It’s not so much a situation as a ‘how the holy fuck did it end up like this’ type of scenario. At the moment, as I sit in the Impala at the edge of a secluded forest with Dean, I wish that Dean had gone and Sam had stayed.

Not that it wouldn’t have been weird with Sam. It would have been weird, just a different kind of weird. Normal weird, not weird-weird. Sure, Sam is six plus feet of handsome, but the relationship I have with him is more sibling-ish. I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for Sam - the kind where my heart races a bit faster when he’s near and my girly bits get all tingly. Dean, on the other hand, has that effect on me. My relationship with Dean is strictly platonic, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream. And boy, do I ever dream. The man is fucking sex on bow-legs. Can you blame a girl?

Here’s the thing about this particular vampire - he’s got a bit of a twisted fetish. His tastes run into the kinky. He likes to take his victims mid-coitus. Doing the nasty. Knocking boots. The horizontal Mambo. He’s a real piece of work. Like I said, he’s a kinky son of a bitch.

His modus operandi is to kill the male and snatch the female. We haven’t quite figured out what he does with the girls, but our best guess is he turns them. And keeps them for his own amusement, if you catch my drift.

But I’m getting off course here. Right now my gut is swirling with butterflies, my heart pounding loudly enough that this vampire can probably hear it a mile off. In just a moment, I’m going to be making out with Dean. Sure, it’s for the greater good, I volunteer as tribute, blah blah blah. I know it’s not real, it’s just for show, but I’m nervous as hell. I’m staring at his lips and he’s giving me that cocky as hell smirk, you know the one I’m talking about. His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip and I practically swoon. I’m like Scarlet fucking O’hara, I’ve got a case of the vapors. I might actually pass out.  

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His uncle Gerion liked to set him on the table during feasts and make him recite them. I liked that well enough, didn’t I? Standing there amongst the trenchers with every eye upon me, proving what a clever little imp I was. For years afterward, he had cherished a dream that one day he would travel the world and see Longstrider’s wonders for himself.
Lord Tywin had put an end to that hope ten days before his dwarf son’s sixteenth nameday, when Tyrion asked to tour the Nine Free Cities, as his uncles had done at that same age. “My brothers could be relied upon to bring no shame upon House Lannister,” his father had replied. “Neither ever wed a whore.” And when Tyrion had reminded him that in ten days he would be a man grown, free to travel where he wished, Lord Tywin had said,No man is free. Only children and fools think elsewise. Go, by all means. Wear motley and stand upon your head to amuse the spice lords and the cheese kings. Just see that you pay your own way and put aside any thoughts of returning.”

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"You love me, right?" For Ladynoir

It was not the way he expected it to go down. Which, honestly, was rather impressive because in the past two years of their partnership Chat Noir must have plotted out at least 50 different possible scenarios in which he finally heard the coveted words. 

They had been joking around, legs swinging off the edge of of the parapet and laughing, enjoying the warm breeze. 

“Come on, you can’t tell me that your birthday is this week and not let me get you a present,” Chat whined, “what sort of partner would I be.” 

“The last thing I need for my birthday is a dead rat on my doorstep,” Ladybug teased as she once again failed to do a Jacob’s ladder with her Yo-yo. She scowled down at her weapon and Chat had to bite back a laugh. There was something incredibly endearing about the fact that for all the truly amazing things she had done with the magical item, she couldn’t seem to get the hang of a simple trick. 

“Ah, but you know that I won’t be giving you that, because I don’t know where your doorway is,” Chat grinned, “so your argument against my giving you a gift is invalid.” 

She rolled her eyes, but he could see her fighting back a smile. 

“Come on,” he whispered, dropping his chin onto her shoulder, “I’ll get you anything you want.” 

“Anything?” she asked, twisting her head to look at him and causing their noses to brush together. 

“Cross my heart and swear not to die, because I already promised you I wouldn’t after what happened last month.” 

She narrowed her eyes at him, her lips twisting into the disapproving pout that had become one of his favorite expressions. Not that he had a lack of those where she was concerned. Still, this particular look of fond annoyance was easily in the top 20. 

“Please?” he cajoled, stretching out the vowels like a hopeful child asking for a new toy. 

She looked away and Chat smiled. If she couldn’t meet his eyes it meant she was caving. 

“If Mayor Bourgeois is allowed to give you a statue, the least I should be allowed to do is get you a birthday present,” he whispered, trying not to fist pump as he saw her bite her lower lip. Victory was almost assured at this point. “Please?” he said again. 

“Anything?” she asked hesitantly. 

“Anything,” he assured her in the same quiet voice while internally he screamed in triumph. In fact he would probably be annoying Plagg later with his obligatory victory dance. 

Ladybug said nothing, continuing to stare out into the night, but Chat had learned patience was the key to these sorts of moods, so he simply waited, his head continuing to lull against her shoulder. 

“Chat?”

“Yes My Lady?”

“You love me right?” 

He felt his breath catch in his throat. He knew she didn’t mean it the way he wanted her to. It was a friendly statement, a joking lead-in to a request that usually meant she was insecure about something. It wasn’t the first time she had said it, but he still couldn’t help but be affected by the words. 

“Of course, to the end of my nine lives and beyond,” he said, his tone light despite the rapid pounding of his heart. 

“And you won’t make fun of me?” she said, with just enough of a tremor in her voice to belie her playful smile. 

“Never. Cat’s honor.” 

She took a deep breath and reached her hand up to pull at the collar of her suit. 

“What are you doing?” Chat squawked his face turning beet red as her fingers slide beneath the fabric and down towards her collar bone. 

She gave him a bemused smirk as she pulled out a carefully folded note, much to Chat’s simultaneous relief and dismay. 

“Never figured you for a prude,” she said tapping him on the nose with the paper. 

“What is so important that you felt the need to carry it around under your suit?” he grumbled, then instantly regretted his outburst when her shoulders hunched slightly. “Is it a picture of me? Admit it you pull it out to stare at it when I am not around.” He gave her his most salacious smirk and she gave him a playful shove, the momentary flash of doubt replaced with amusement. He mentally high fived himself on the nice save. Another thing to brag to Plagg about when they got home. 

“No. It’s a letter.” 

“I assume you are either going to elaborate, or you have decided to pursue a lifelong dream of becoming the world’s greatest calligrapher.” 

“What?”

“Never mind, you never did appreciate my sense of humor.” 

“It’s a letter for my crush.” 

His heart sank. 

“It’s stupid,” she said hurriedly, “it’s not even signed. I don’t know what is wrong with me that I can’t even bring myself to give him an anonymous love letter. I stupidly thought that maybe I would get lucky and could run in to him as Ladybug and maybe then I could…” she trailed off with a miserable laugh that broke his heart far worse than her infatuation with someone else. 

“My Lady-” 

“It’s horrible,” she cried, scooting back just enough so that she could look at him, “seriously, you have no idea how pathetic I have been.” 

“Come on it can’t be that bad.”

“For months I couldn’t even speak a complete sentence in front of him,” she wailed, “much less tell him how I feel!” 

“That’s totally normal.” 

“Oh, it get’s better. Because I wasn’t just content to make a fool of myself. No then I compensated by getting worse! My room is plastered with pictures of him. I have one framed on my nightstand!” 

“You are hardly the first person alive to go overboard about a crush,” Chat said thinking of his own hoard of fangirls that had only increased as he edged closer to adulthood.” 

“I wrote down his schedule on my calendar. In detail! Every time I learned something new, up it would go in big swirly cursive with little hearts and everything.” 

“OK, that’s admittedly a little weirder,” Chat winced, although he was somewhat amused at the image of her dotting little hearts all over the place, “still it could be-” 

“I stole his phone!”

“OK yeah, you’re crazy.”

“I told you. Instead of just confessing to him like a normal person I turned into,” she gestured helplessly at herself, “this.” 

“But at least you admit it,” he said kindly. “and if need be I can get you the name of an excellent therapist.” 

She gave him a weak smile, and he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a gentle hug. 

“I thought if I could just give him this letter, even if he didn’t know it was from me, then I could… I donnow, not move on exactly but, get better, maybe?” 

She fiddled with the piece of paper in her hand and somehow, seeing her like this- relaxed and vulnerable, and just a little bit insane- made him love her even more. 

Maybe they would never amount to anything. Maybe she would end up with this mystery crush, or the next one. But in that moment Chat knew that he would never regret loving this girl. He would be happy to stay by her side in whatever way she needed him. That would be enough. 

“Do you want me to give it to him for you?” he asked, any regret he might have felt vanishing at the hopeful look that sprang to her eyes. 

“Would you?” 

“Of course Bugaboo. Although, if this turns into some sort of wacky rom-com where he thinks that I am the secret admirer and starts chasing after my dazzling good looks and unparalleled charm, you are not allowed to make it my fault.” 

“Ok,” she laughed, leaning her head back against his shoulder with a sigh that he could swear reverberated in his very soul. 

“So who am I delivering this to anyways?” he asked a little shakily carefully plucking the letter from her and slipping into into the pocket of his suit. “Who is this dashing rogue who has turned you into a literal lovesick schoolgirl?” 

“Adrien Agreste,” she confessed with a blush. “I’m in love with Adrien Agreste.” 

It was definitely not how he had expected things to go down. Never in a million years would he have dreamed up this scenario when he finally heard the coveted words- his name on her tongue, her voice saying that she loved him, HIM, of all people. 

It was not what he expected- but damn if it still wasn’t the greatest moment in his life. 



Look who’s back to her 4 word prompts! On to the next one! (Not taking any new ones just finishing up the ones I have.

You’re An Idiot || Steve Rogers

Relationship: AU!Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Being in love with your best friend, Steve, isn’t easy. Doing favours for him isn’t easy either. But seeing him with another woman is the hardest. 

Warnings: It gets a little angsty, but then there’s fluff, and also like four swear words.

Word Count: 2094 words

A/N: holy shit i loved writing this so mcuh agh steve is a sweet, stupid boy


“[Y/N], please. I’m begging you,” he pleaded in a hushed voice over the phone sounding desperate. 

“You’re ridiculous for trying this,” you told him flatly as you held your phone between your ear and shoulder while focusing your attention to the array of shirts in front of you. 

“Remember the time I pretended to be your boyfriend to get rid of your ex,” he spoke only to be met with silence on your end, “you owe me,” he reminded as you groaned and stopped your foot like a child, “fine, but just this once,” you told him sternly as you bid a silent farewell to the clothing. 

“Yes! Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he repeated over and over before hushing himself leaving you to assume he didn’t want to be heard, “I’ll be there in ten,” you told him and hung up your phone. 

You had been friends with Steve since university and although you two were long graduated by now, you still saw each other almost everyday. To say you had a crush on Steve was an understatement, you were in love with the man. 

So when he called you asking to come over and pretend to be his wife to get the hookup out of his place you had your reservations. For starters, you were going to see the beautiful girl he had shagged up in the first place and you weren’t sure if you could handle that. 

But Steve always came to your rescue whenever you called, without putting up a fight about it. Whether it was to help you out in your love life or your personal life, he was there in minutes. 

As you walked up to his door you quickly took a deep breath, pulled out the key he had given you, and mustered up your best fake smile before unlocking the door and walking in. 

“Stevie, babe, where are you?” You cooed as you walked through the threshold of the door, yelling far louder than you needed to, but you had to make sure he knew you were here, “Steve,” you said once more, rolling your eyes as you made your way towards his closed bedroom door. 

“Steve I brought - who is this?” You yelled trying to sound surprised as you opened the door to reveal a shirtless Steve and an equally shirtless counterpart on the bed, luckily they were inches apart. 

“Baby!” Steve jumped out of the bed to get dressed, “I said, who is this,” you repeated your question again taking the liberty of pointing to the very gorgeous girl in the bed. 

She had long brown hair and piercing brown eyes that made you self conscious of your own appearance even though you were the fully dressed one. 

“Who am I? Who are you?” The girl accused as you gave Steve a disbelieved look, “I’m his wife,” you dropped the bomb as you pointed to your left ring finger, a wedding band looking ring adorned it. It was just a ring you’d wear everyday but you decided to go the extra mile. 

Steve looked absolutely amused at the back and forth between you and the girl so much so that he stopped getting dressed to watch, “oh my God, I’m so sorry,” the girl apologised as she looked at Steve, “I can’t believe you didn’t mention your wife,” she spat as he just shrugged his shoulders. 

“She was pretty,” you commented as Steve shut the door behind the girl relieved she was finally gone, “she would not leave,” he said with a sigh of relief and made his way over to you, “thank you, by the way,” he said with a smile as he pulled you into a hug which you gave into, loving the way he smelled and felt. 

“And the ring,” he pulled away to look you in the eyes, “nice touch, doll,” he chuckled as you removed the ring and returned it to its original finger, “I tried,” you joked as he joined you. 

“Wanna grab some lunch?” He asked as he paced his kitchen finding nothing, “I could eat, yeah,” you said picking up your purse, “your treat though,” you joked pointing a finger at him, “of course, doll,” he said giving you a kiss on the cheek before opening the door for you. 


You still felt butterflied every time Steve called you ‘doll’ or kissed your cheek or lead you by placing his hand on the small of your back. It all made you blush and feel like a school girl all over again. 

Steve had asked if you wanted to grab some dinner and then catch a late movie since it was your Friday tradition. Twice a month, every month. 

You looked at the time seeing how you were going to be a little late getting to Steve’s and decided to let him know. You quickly dialled his number and waited for him to pickup. That’s strange, you thought as it went to voicemail. He always picks up. Nonetheless you decided to leave a message anyways, “hey Stevie, it’s me, I’m running a little late I’ll be at your place in fifteen minutes,” you said and hung up before picking up your pace. 

You were true to your word because fifteen minutes later you were standing outside his front door knocking on the wood. You stood there playing with your hands for a few minutes, but Steve never answered the door, “Steve?” You knocked again. No answer. You assumed he was just in the shower since you’d given him some extra time so you let yourself in with the key. 

What you weren’t ready for was the sight of him on the couch as a the same pretty little brunette sat atop of him, his face on hers. Something in your snapped and you hadn’t realised you dropped your keys until they made a sound on the hardwood floor startling both him and the girl. 

“[Y/N],” he whispered your name, pushing the girl off of his body and standing up to walk over to you, “I-I-I’ll get out of your hair,” you said, your voice quivering and slightly above a whisper. 

You could hear Steve calling your name but you forced your legs to keep carrying you until you finally lost the sound of his voice allowing a few tears to slip free. 


You didn’t know how long you had been crying, but the sun had now come up and you had only been falling in and out of sleep the rest of the night. 

You didn’t even know why that moment exactly made you crack and let everything just spill. Maybe it was because although you had always known that Steve hooks up, you never had to actually witness him doing anything like that. 

You sighed into your pillow and slowly got up to go to the bathroom to take the longest shower of your life. You didn’t even dare looking in the mirror because you had a pretty good idea of what it would look like. Red, puffy eyes, a red nose, and of course, all your makeup running and smudged along your face. You were okay with not knowing. 

The cool water felt nice against your hot body and you tried to scrub the image of Steve and her out of your mind you couldn’t no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to scream at yourself for being so stupid, for storming out, for letting it affect you this much. 

Once you had finished your shower you headed back to your room to check your phone, but you found it dead at the bottom of your purse so you plugged it back in and let it recharge. 

You got dressed in a pair of your favourite sweats and a loose tee shirt and hopped onto your bed again to check your phone. 

Unsurprisingly you had a bunch of missed calls and texts from Steve. You groaned knowing you’d have to face him soon to explain your behaviour so you decided to check your voicemail. 

Hey, it’s uh, me, Steve. I’m just calling to check on you and apologise for uh, well you know. Call me back as soon as you can please, doll. 

You dryly laughed at him calling you doll and shook your head. You didn’t wanna hear any of the other messages so you just left your phone to charge while you distracted yourself with a movie. 


“How could you be so stupid?!” Bucky yelled at Steve who was pacing his apartment in a frenzy, “I know Buck, I know,” Steve groaned as he fell onto the couch with his head in his hands. 

“Weren’t you supposed to, I don’t know, tell her that you love her last night,” Bucky said rhetorically as his best friend sat in agony, “what was she even doing here?” He asked referring to the brunette Bucky hadn’t cared enough to get the name of. 

“I don’t know, she came in saying how we should have a round two and she just kept cornering me until we were on the couch and started kissing me,” he said groaning at the thought again, “I’m such an idiot,” Steve muttered, “yes you are,” Bucky agreed as he took a seat next to his mourning friend. 

“You’re an idiot,” Bucky repeated as Steve shot him a glare, “but this is still a salvageable situation,” he assured as Steve perked up, “she won’t even text me back,” he told Bucky defeated, “that’s why you go over to her place, dumbass,” Bucky encouraged by dragging Steve to his feet, “go,” he urged again, “now,” he finally said before Steve finally got the message and bolted out of his door. 


You ignored the first knock, and the second, and the third. By the sixth knock you were irritated, annoyed, and angry that you had to leave your comfortable bed. 

You knew who was at the door and you knew he wouldn’t leave until you opened the door, “stop knocking already,” you groaned as you opened the door to find a very disheveled Steve. 

He took one step into your apartment as enveloped you in a giant hug holding you tightly, “I’m so sorry,” he whispered in your hair. 

You pushed him away to get a good look at him, “it’s okay, we can just move movie night to another Friday,” you shrugged nonchalantly trying to play off as calm and collected. 

“No,” he softly said before taking another step towards you, “I’m sorry about her. About all the girls. It was selfish of me,” he said looking into your eyes trying to read your expression. 

You shrugged, “you shouldn’t be apologising, it’s your life after all,” you said averting your eyes to the floor. 

The two of you stood in silence for a little while before Steve spoke up again, “I think I’m in love with you,” he mumbled almost too quietly for you to hear, but you did hear him. 

Your head shot up to meet his eyes, there was nothing cynical in his eyes, his statement showing true through his eyes, “I’m falling in love with,” he repeated once more with more confidence, “all those girls were just a lame attempt at distracting me from you,” he chuckled dryly at his own stupidity, “Bucky’s right, I am an idiot,” he said more so to himself than you. 

He was about to turn and leave but you caught wrist just in time making him spin and look at you one more time, “Bucky is right, you are an idiot,” you said, a tinge of humour in your eyes and voice, “but I’m glad you said that,” you confessed as a smile made its way onto Steve’s face, “why’s that?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice. 

“This is why,” you whispered as you locked your arms around his neck and pulled him down onto your lips. His hands flew do your waist as he circled them around you to pull you in closer. The kiss was messy and needy and not at all as romantic as you thought your first kiss with Steve would be like, but you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything else. 

“I’m so glad you had the guts to do that first,” he admitted shyly as you pulled away, foreheads resting against each others, “I was growing frustrated,” you joked as he placed a lingering kiss onto your lips. 

“Oh and Steve,” you spoke up, “I know I’m falling in love with you.” The rest of the night was history.  

anonymous asked:

Kara liking Lena but not knowing how to tell her so she starts being her own wingwoman and uses supergirl to let lena know KARA likes her like the whole "Kara danvers believes in you" and "Kara danvers think you're beautiful" "Kara likes the way you laugh" "Kara loves the way you smell" "Kara told me she loves spending time with you" And Lena's just so amused because of course she knows Kara and supergirl are the same person but she's enjoying this a little too much

kara is a big fan of the ‘my friend thinks you’re beautiful’ approach,,

useless Extra™ lesbian lena luthor just finding it all too amusing, throwing galas so she can invite both kara and supergirl just so she can see kara squirm (“golly”)