then again drinking was like that too only the effects were a lot more obvious

confession time, here’s what i got

Summary: In which Otabek and Yuri pine for each other a lot, and manage to drag other people into their own problems. (otayuri week day 1! prompt: confessions, otayuri, side pairings viktuuri and saramila, word count: 4095)


Otabek figures out that he loves Yuri when he is twenty-one.

It’s during Yuri’s nineteenth birthday, too. His plane lands exactly at midnight, and he’s rushing to get his baggage as quick as he can to meet his best friend. He sees him the moment he claims baggage – it isn’t hard to miss his long hair or his leopard jacket – and he stretches his arms out as Yuri bolts over to him.

In the next minute, he has him in his arms, and he hears a cheerful, “Beka!” in his ears, and, oh, he realizes. He is in love.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Love your writing! Can I request an imagine where Harry and y/n have been dating for 2 years and they are totally in love but decide to breakup because they are both really busy, Harry leaving to make his movie and y/n just landed a lead in Broadway and a year later they bump into each other at an after party and catch up, Harry is seeing someone but makes the first move on y/n. Sorry it's so detailed!! 😭

An Unexpected Reunion


“Y/n?”

Your eyes widened as you tightened your hand around your drink, keeping it from slipping out of your hand in shock. You knew that voice. You turned around slowly, unable to keep a smile off your face as your eyes met the green orbs you hadn’t seen this close for years.

“Harry.” You grinned, opening your arms for a hug and he was quick to wrap his arms around you tightly. One thing certainly hadn’t changed; he was a great hugger.

“Your hair is shorter. Looks nice.”

He chuckled, running a hand through his now short length locks that still looked just as soft and silky as you remembered.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

You blushed, looking away momentarily to glance at the dance floor. The music was loud; you could feel the beat in your chest and everyone dancing seemed to be more than just a little tipsy. The cocktail in your hand was getting warm now and your heart was racing just thinking about what to say to Harry. Just like the old days, he left you speechless.

He’d changed, but not too much. His hair was shorter and there were a few more tattoos on his arms now, but the biggest difference was how broad his chest was. You were drawn to it immediately; it wasn’t hard to tell he’d gained a lot of muscle, most likely because of the intense movie he’d been filming. It had been all over social media, it wasn’t hard to find out.

All you could think about was how much you’d love to be back in his arms again, to hear his voice saying he loved you and feel his warm hand in yours. After going your separate ways for obvious reasons- your acting career and his crazy touring schedule- you’d never forgotten the way he made you feel. Luckily, he was the one to break the silence and snap you out of your daydreams.

“Congratulations on the film. I saw it last week and you were great in it.” He smiled honestly, but it didn’t go unnoticed that his hand had brushed up against your arm nonchalantly.

“I guess I could say the same to you now, huh? Can’t wait to see Dunkirk. I guess you’ve decided to follow in my footsteps.” You teased.

He laughed lightly again, taking a sip of his drink to fill the awkward silence before he cleared his throat and spoke again.

“So… are you here alone?”

Your heart leapt to your throat, but you managed a small nod in response to his question.

“And you?”

He nodded as well, stepping forwards to wrap his arm around you. You tensed a little at his sudden move, but relaxed almost immediately into his touch. After all, it was just Harry, and he was absolutely the most trustworthy guy you knew.

The night consisted of lots of talking, catching up on everything that had gone on during your time apart. His arm never moved from around you, placing soft kisses on your head when the alcohol in his drink began to take effect; even when you sat down, his hand was always on your leg or arm rubbing soft circles.

The crowd began to die down; people were leaving in their designated cars, and the club where the party had been held was looking quite empty compared to the way it was before.

Harry cleared his throat, looking down at his feet nervously before he spoke.

“Um, I’d love to hang out again soon, but there’s something you should know.”

You certainly didn’t like the way he said that. It was like he’d been keeping a secret, and he’d never kept secrets from you.

“I’m seeing someone.”

You flinched away from him, his hands falling back to his sides as a defeated grimace crossed his face.

“You’re seeing someone, and you didn’t tell me? Look, I know it’s none of my business, but you were being pretty touchy-feely with me.”

You didn’t want to be mad at him, but you were definitely frustrated.

“I’m sorry. But just let me explain, please.”

You looked at him skeptically, but waved your hand for him to get on with it. Harry was always faithful; it was shocking that he’d even looked at you if he had another girlfriend waiting at home.

“I… I haven’t been seeing her for long. A few weeks, maybe. And I don’t know if it’s even going to work out; we’re not official, and…. I dunno, I’d be willing to drop everything if it meant getting another chance with you.”

It took everything in you to keep your mouth from falling open. You suddenly wished the floor below you would just open up and swallow you, so you wouldn’t have to answer him. He was too hard to resist, especially since you knew what really being with him was like; but if he was seeing someone, you definitely didn’t want to make it appear that he wasn’t loyal or hurt the other girl’s feelings if she was really interested in him.

“Harry…”

“I’d do anything for you, you know that. It’s your decision but I… I miss you.”

He stopped himself before he said he loved you, because even though he was sure he did, he didn’t want to overwhelm you with his feelings when all he really needed right now was some sort of confirmation that you cared. Just the hesitation in your voice was giving him hope that you might be willing to be with him again.

“I don’t know, Harry.” You sighed. It was a lot to process in one night; you hadn’t expected to see him at all, and you certainly didn’t think he’d make a move on you. Then it turned out he was seeing someone else, and now he was just going to ditch her to get back together with you. The turn of events in just a few hours had been absurd, to say the least.

“I’m not gonna let you hurt some girl just because you’d rather be with me. That’s a shitty thing to do.”

He didn’t miss a beat before he argued back.

“But wouldn’t it be more shitty if I stayed with her? Pretended to care when I’m only imagining you the whole time?”

You were slightly taken aback, that he thought about you this way. By the way he was talking, he’d been thinking of you for quite some time and it sounded like he hadn’t gotten over you; but you couldn’t blame him, you’d never gotten over him either. He did have a point.

He let out a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure and not completely lose his dignity. Although, he was pretty sure he’d fall on his hands and knees and beg if that’s what he needed to do.

“I’m sorry for doing this to you.” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. This wasn’t how he pictured the night ending when he first saw you at the party.

You shook your head, a small smile curving your lips as you reached out and squeezed his hand. It really wasn’t his fault, considering you hadn’t stopped thinking about him after the break up either. The romantic side of you wanted to believe it was meant to be. You weren’t going to make any promises, since your schedules were still going to be hectic and it would be hard to maintain a relationship, but you were willing to give it a try. If you could make it work with anyone, it would be Harry. So you gave him a wink as you raised his hand to your lips.

“Call me tomorrow?”

She Had A Way With Words

Lafayette x Fem!Reader

Hamiltime

Words: 1871

Warning: God, Churchy things at the beginning, LGBTQ+ Community, Anti-LGBTQ+ Community, Sexism, some Google Translated words 

Request:Hi! Can I request a fan fiction in hamiltime where the reader is a giant feminist and lgbtq+ supporter and protests her thoughts. At a lgbtq+ rally, she meets all of the Hamilsquad. She becomes best friends with the Hamilsquad and grows a crush on Lafayette. After she loses a public debate, she gets pissed that she lost and goes into a rage, and while the whole Hamilsquad tries to calm her, Laf really calms her down and it’s super fluffy!! Thank you! 😙 - @oliviam2004

A/N: I’m sorry this took a while to write. I have been really sick over the past week and I’m still not feeling very good. I would have wrote an imagine or two if it was just a cold, but what I have makes me really dizzy. Anyway, I hope this is what you wanted when you requested. Holiday requests are open! Love ya’ll!


“They are not people like me and you. These people and their thoughts are unholy and unjustified.” The speaker’s words made you grind your teeth.

How dare this man act as if others were below him and judge them for their own free will and actions. You glared and booed at him with a large crowd of LGBTQ+ supporters. You were willing to fight for what you believed in, no matter what it took. So, with a deep breath and you mind made up, you jumped on the stage to tell this rotten man off.

“Excuse me sir, are you God?” You asked him, his facing twisting in confusion.

“No Miss, I am not God. Please get off my stand, I’m trying to make a point here.” He turned back to the crowd and opened his mouth, only to be interrupted again.

“Then who gives you the right to call them sinners for what they’ve done? They are people just as you and me. You are not above them in anyway. The only person who needs telling off here is you.” You growled, getting closer to the man. A large portion of the crowd cheered you on, wanting you to test his limits.

“Settle down, Miss. I’m just warning them that God will strike them down. Now, please get off the stand. I do not want to use force.” The man was trying very hard to keep his cool and not yell at you.

“How do you know that God will strike them down? Did he tell you this? Did the Bible tell you this? Because from what I see, it says love everyone. So, how about you stop telling lies and shaming people for being who they are. You are no God and no king. You have no right to judge others and their ways or call them sinners any more than anybody here does.” You said, now getting in his ugly face.

“You’re just a woman, why should I listen to you?” He sneered, the crowd waited intently for your response.

“You’re right, I am just a woman. I’m a woman who has more brains than you could ever hope to. Now, everyone disperse! This rally is over. Everybody should be treated equally no matter their sexuality, gender or race. Remember that.” You said this proudly, the crowd beginning to disperse.

You smiled kindly at the man before stepping off his homemade stand and into the crowd. A couple of people you passed patted you on the back or told you good job. You couldn’t help but be proud of yourself. You believed in equality of all things and you were somehow helping make a difference.

“Excuse me, madame.” A man with a french accent said.

A warm hand was placed on your shoulder. You turned and was met with the most beautiful man you hand ever seen. He had gentle brown eyes, a very puffy bun and a smile that could’ve blinded you with it’s brightness. This was the owner of the french accent and you were completely stunned by the beauty of him.

“Um, yes?” You mumbled, blushing very brightly.

“Mon Amis and I loved your rant. We are very big supporters of the LGBTQ+ community and we were wondering if you’d want to grab some drinks with us?” He flashed one of his bright grins at you. You could feel yourself grow weak at the sight of it.

“I would love to go!” You attempted a smile back. Hopefully it could compete with his award winning smile.

“Great! My friends are already waiting for us at the bar. They thought I’d be the best at convincing you.” He held his arm, which you gladly took.

He led you to the bar, the two of you stealing glances at each other every once in awhile. You thought he was gorgeous and he thought that you were the most beautiful woman he had even seen in his life. Besides that, he already knew that you had a strong mind and personality, that only made you all the more attractive to him.

Walking into the bar, you spot a group of three rambunctious young men. They all smiled and waved you over when you walked in. They were by far the loudest in the bar. You could hear their laughs echoing outside the entrance.

“These are Mon Amis.” The french man grinned, pulling a chair out for you at the table. You sat down, thanking him as you did.

“Okay, let’s get through introductions. Shall we?  I’m Alexander Hamilton.” A short man, with his hair tied in a ponytail grinned. He seemed to be the leader of the group.

“I’m John Laurens.” The man grinned. He had plenty of freckles sprinkled across his face. His hair, like Alexander’s was tied in a ponytail. He sat closely to Alexander, you couldn’t help but feel like something was going on there.

“I’m Hercules Mulligan.” The man practically yelled. His voice was definitely the loudest and he seemed to be proud of it. He wore a gray beanie and had some nice pants on.

“I’m Lafayette. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier, mon cherie.” He blushed lightly at the mistake.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N). It’s nice to meet you boys.” You said, smiling at each of the boys.

“Your whole rant was just amazing. Do you public speak a lot?” Alexander praised you.

“Oh, thank you. I actual do speak in public a lot. I do all kinds of debates for things that I believe are right. I really want to change the world.” Your eyes lit up as you spoke. This was your passion and something you held strongly to.

“You already are changing the world, mon ange. You are simply incredible. Alexander, when this war is done, you must get a position for (Y/N) in congress.” Lafayette said, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I couldn’t agree more. General Washington would love you. You got to meet him some time.” Alexander said.

“I’d love to meet him. He sounds like an amazing guy. Do you think with him we have a chance of winning the war?” You asked, praying that the war would soon end and a new country would be born.

And with that a beautiful friendship blossomed. You and the four young men soon came inseparable. You would come to camp sights and became close with Washington, helping him in war plans and attacks. The boys would often leave camp to watch you speak and destroy your opponents with the elegance of your words.

As your friendship with them grew, so did your crush on Lafayette. It was obvious to your friends that you were head over heels for him. Little did you know, that he had just as big of a crush on you. The two of you were helpless for each other.

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“I’m such a failure!” You yelled, clenching your fists tightly.

“Hey! Don’t say that. You did amazing, that guy just knew what the crowd wanted. He manipulated your words and their minds. It’s not your fault.” Alexander consoled, patting your back.

“It was a disaster! People are never going to respect me again. It was hard enough getting the respect men as a woman. How will I ever earn that back?” You huffed, kicking the table closest to you.

“(Y/N), they’d be fools not to respect you. You have twice the brains as half the men in congress.” John said, giving you his best cheer up smile.

“Yes, I have twice the brains, but the fact of the matter is I’m a woman in a time where women don’t matter. We don’t have a voice and our opinions don’t matter. He pointed that out and basically called me a trophy for any man to take!” You growled, your face red with anger at the man’s words.

“But you are so much more than a trophy, mon amour.” Laf’s warm voice made your heart stop. He took your hand in his and ran his thumb over it gently. “You are so smart and amazing, it’s a wonder those men can’t see that. You may be a woman, but what you are doing for the community is so, how you say, incredible.”

“Laf, you’re too kind. Did you not see how he basically crushed me and all my words? How do I have an impact on people, when my words were ridiculed and forgotten?” You said, much more calm now that his hand was on yours.

“Mon cher, you may not have made it through to that man or a majority of that crowd, but I bet you that someone in that crowd was effected. I know I was. Your words are a gift, don’t throw them away just because one man disrespected you.” Laf said softly, bringing you closer to him.

“But at the end of a day, I’m just a woman.” You sighed, dropping your head.

“Not to me, mon ange. You have more brains, elegance, beauty and charm than any of us could ever hope to gain.” Laf pulled you against him, hugging you tightly.

“Hey! I have brains!” Alexander protested, only to be hit over the head by Hercules.

“Shh, I think they’re having a moment.” Herc whispered, Alex and John nodding. The three of them quickly ran out of the room, hoping that the two of you would finally get together.

“You mean so much to me, (Y/N). Do you understand that?” Laf asked, moving back slightly from the embrace to look at you.

“Yes, Laf. You mean a lot to me too.” You pulled him back into the tight hug. “Thank you for reminding me what I’m worth.”

“That’s what I’m for. I will always remind you how extraordinary, you are.” Laf whispered in your hair, pecking it lightly.

“Hey Laf?” You asked, trying to build up the courage for what you were about to do.

“Mmm?” He hummed, playing with your hair.

“I love you.” You said quietly in his chest.

“You what?” Lafayette stiffened, his head shooting up. He pushed your body away from his, looking stern. “What did you just say?”

“I love you?” You asked, shaking slightly. What had you just done? You had ruined a perfectly good friendship. It would never be the same and he may never want to be your friend again. What are-

Your thoughts were cut off by his warm lips on yours. His rough palms held your face gently, brushing his thumbs against your skin. You rested your hands on his chest, steading yourself at the disbelief of what just happened.

“Je t’aime aussi.” He breathed, pulling away from the kiss.

“You’re lucky I know French.” You giggled, pulling him in for another kiss.

“Mon, I am more lucky to have some how captured the heart of such an extraordinary woman.” Laf smiled.

Who says you can’t go home? (chapter 6)

I made you guys wait really long for the previous chapter so I’m doing my best to update this fic a bit faster now. 

There’s only one chapter left after this one. Thank you all for sticking with me!

This chapter: Life without Bucky is hard on Jess but she isn’t ready to give up on him yet.

No warnings, mostly plot and feels.

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

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Who says you can’t go home?

Her eyes were drawn to his hand and the way his fingers kept tapping at the bottom of the glass. 

It was a nervous tic and he’d been doing it ever since their drinks arrived 15 minutes minutes ago. It was getting on her very last nerve and at this point she was so focused on the small movement that his words were lost on her.

And there were a lot of words, this guy literally hadn’t stopped talking for the past half hour and she was wondering if he would ever come up for air.

This wasn’t going to work out, none of them were going to work out.

This was the 12th date in the past two months and Jess had hated every single one of them. 

Sometimes it was something small like an accent that bothered her, or the way he kept pushing his glasses up his nose every 20 seconds.
And sometimes it was a bigger obvious reason, like the way he couldn’t keep his hands to himself or came on way too strong or how he didn’t stop talking about his job and how much money he made.

It wasn’t that Jess didn’t want to give them a chance, she really wanted one of them to work out. She wanted to fall in love, she felt ready to move on, to forget.


At least that’s what she told herself.

The man in front of her wasn’t bad looking, beautiful brown hair, honest eyes and an open smile. He seemed nice, and he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her too, despite of all his talking. 

Yet all she could focus on was the way his little nervous tic was driving her crazy.

She would end the date before dessert, make up an excuse about having to get up early for work, and she’d promise to call him, which of course she never would. Let him down gently, after all it wasn’t his fault.

It was nobody’s fault that all her dates failed for the very same reason: none of them were what she wanted. 

None of them were James Bucky Barnes.

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Dead. E.D

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Warnings: Sexual mentions, Alcohol, Swearing. Requested. Based off of Dead by, Madison Beer.


 “You could be here but you’re there, you could be anywhere. And these day’s I don’t even care. No more.” Ethan, your ever so loving Ex Boyfriend which, honestly, felt like you were still together sometimes. Yes, you had spent days, weeks, months even trying to get over him. But everything leads back to him, no matter how hard you’ve tried. The relationship, was toxic. Ethan being the ticking time bomb waiting to explode. It had started, well because of you. He had never been much of a partier, nor drinker until he had met you. Personally thinking a couple parties, and maybe a few too many drinks would have an effect, well this bad. You, one night had the “genius” idea, as he was stressed one night. Dragging him along despite his protests, wanted him to have a good time. And honestly, maybe, just maybe if you had let him win. And not introduce him to his current lifestyle. He’d still be your Ethan. I’d be lying if I said I hated him. I wanted to. All he did during the end of our relationship is cheat, lie, and abandon me. Did I care? Yes, but not any more. I’ve changed since six months ago. Six months ago when I couldn’t stand the lying, deceit, constant fast pace of what is now Ethan Dolan. “You only be showing me love, whenever you’ve had too much. Whatever’s been filling your cup. No more.” Tonight, had been one of the weakest moments you’ve had so far, He, as in Ethan, who else. Showed up, first. It was innocent, until Ethan had started drinking. When doesn’t he drink these days. He had offered you some, and well, Ethan could tell you to jump off of a bridge, And you probably would. He just had that affect. Maybe it was his sultry charm he possessed, his eyes, could honestly melt just about anyone. Those hazel eyes, often glazed. Often as in daily. I don’t think there’s been a day in this past year, where he has been sober. “Baby, please. One more night. I promise, this is the last one. I’m just lonely” he said as he gently stroked your shoulder. And that, that was your breaking point. Now, you were laid, naked beside the drunken boy. Feeling the intense guilt flood through your veins. “Ethan, we can’t do this any more.” You said. Looking at him, as he laid next to you. The once innocent boy. The, caring, funny, perfect well once, the man you were lucky enough to at one time call yours. Laid next to you, sweaty, and influenced by too much liquor. “I don’t get why, you always seem to enjoy it.” He stated with a smirk. “Last time, E.” you spoke, guilt coating your words like sugar. “No more showing up when you’re not sober, at my front door. Just to say you’re alone tonight. Tryna fuck me and me and my mind up, but reminder you’re a liar and you know I’m right. Why do you say that?” Here he was, exactly a week after, well fucking, to put it lightly. Here he was, same sly smile, glazed eyes. Perfect features, but tonight. You were done, done with him toying with you for cheap love. Something you gave to him at full price, a short six months ago. A love you still had, but now. I think it’s starting to disappear. He was at the front door. Full knowing what he wanted, I decided it was now time. To end it, Yes we ended months ago, but end my pain, my suffering. Just to feel loved by Ethan. Which I knew he didn’t love me, in the slightest. But here he was, the same old story “But y/n, I’m lonely.” Or his most popular reason, “I miss you.” Which, you knew wasn’t true. You wanted it to be, God you would probably give everything up for him to love you back at one point. But he was a liar, a good one at that. He would say just about anything, for a fuck. He knew, just by saying he missed you, you would hop on him. Clinging to him like it was your last moment on this planet. No more, you vowed to yourself, he wasn’t going to fuck you, or your mind any more. “You could be here but you’re not, I give what ever you want. But you just take it and run. But I gave you so many shots, But you’re just drinking them all and you never give it a thought.” You, for once, had forgot all about Ethan. For a while actually, since you denied him the “love” he wanted, he hadn’t showed up. But, deep down, yes you missed him. You’ve given him so many shots. All he does is drink them, and run. All you want is the old Ethan. Hoping, praying, all of the pain he causes you. He will return to normal. You’ve even talked to him about it once. All he did was just say, “The old Ethan’s dead.” And not give it a thought. You were tired, of running, chasing, loving. Didn’t you deserve love, instead of giving, and giving all of the love you possessed. Giving one boy, plethora’s of shots. He didn’t care, he just wanted, not you, just you’re body. “No more showing up when you’re not sober, at my front door. Just to say you’re alone tonight. Tryna fuck me and me and my mind up, but reminder you’re a liar and you know I’m right.” Once again, he was here. It just took a little longer than expected. Two months to be exact. And you knew two things, he was wasted, and “lonely”. “Y/n? Please. I love you, please. Just let me show you how much!” He said, knowing he was full lying, now. “Ethan, stop. You don’t love me. You just want me.” You said. Knowing it was true, but never saying it aloud. As you knew it was true, but didn’t want to face it. “Ethan, last time. I told you, that was it. No more showing up here when you’re not sober.” You spoke, the pain obvious. “Baby don’t say that, what about us.” He pleaded. “Ethan, there is no us.” “Y/n, I cant live without you!” he yelled, and that. Just about made you break. “You say you can’t live without me, then why aren’t you dead yet. Why you still breathing?” “Then why aren’t you dead yet?” you asked. “If you say you can’t live without me why are you still breathing.” You added. Knowing this was one of his games, a game he played well. He knew the exact words to say, the exact words to make you cave. Not anymore, they now had no visible effect. All you wanted to do internally, was kick, scream, kiss him, love him. Just, all of the emotions, Ethan could instantly cause. He knew it, you knew it. And you both knew how it would end, but never again. You weren’t going to be toyed with ever again. “Be careful what you say. Say only what you mean, Mean to me.” You spoke, wanting the truth from him. “You know I love you, I need you, I can’t live without you, without us!” he protested once more. Using the line “I cant live without you.” What a fucking liar. “You’re nice, you’re nice. It’s nice to know you now. Now that it all went down, down on your knees you cry.” “Y/n please! I’ll do anything, for you, for us!” He pleaded, cried almost. This would have made you break, just two months ago. But time changes people, even if it is just a short amount. He cried, pleaded. And you now knew it was all lies, the many lies of Ethan Dolan. “Ethan, we’re done, whatever this is. I’m over you. Now go find someone else to fuck up, because you sure did that to me.” You admitted. And, with that, he lost the battle. And he knew it, well. And with that, he left. He left the house, where many words have been spoke, many memories made. And now, now you have the memory. The memory of you finally getting over Ethan.


Hope you all enjoyed! Requests still open! Thank you guy’s for helping me hit 100! It means a lot!

nickandch33se  asked:

What are your opinions on the Adventure games from a critical standpoint? It's obvious that you like going through them and finding unused content but do you genuinely enjoy playing through them?

I could go all day about positive aspects of the games and why I find them good so I’m just going to address what I see as the negatives of the games.

The problems I see with them are:

  • Camera
  • Collision
  • Game Design
  • Localisation
  • Development Time
  • Port Quality

I’m going to explain each of these, because I see a lot of people complaining about the games these days and then not knowing what they’re supposed to be talking about when asked to go into more detail.

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Sisters of Steel, the superhollis AU prequel

Haven’t decided if I want to put it on ao3; but here’s the entirety of the prequel here. For those who don’t know, this is a prequel in preparation of the first chapter of my supergirl Carmilla AU ‘Stronger Together,’ which will be debuting in a few months for the @carmillabigbang!

Please let me know if you liked it. :D


                                               Sisters of Steel

When Ell was almost fifteen years old, Mom and Dad had pulled her aside and explained, gently, that she was going to get a little sister for her birthday.

Ell had asked for a puppy, so she was understandably confused.

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❛ SCREAM 2 SENTENCE STARTERS

tw for violence, murder, weapons, all that good stuff

“I hate scary movies.”
“It’s good to be scared. It’s primal.”
“Listen, I read my Entertainment Weekly, okay? I know my shit.”
“I got my money, I asked for your money.”
“You know, I don’t even know you and I dislike you already.”
“I don’t like being scared. I don’t like that.”
“Scary movies are great foreplay.”
“Hey, move your ass! You’re late.”
“You know me and organized religions.”
“Lower the walls for the next few days, okay?”
“This self-induced isolation you got going is not healthy.”
“You can’t blame real-life violence on entertainment.”
“It’s a classic case of life, imitating art, imitating life.”
“I lived through this. Life is life. Doesn’t imitate anything.”
“Are you suggesting that someone is trying to make a real-life sequel?”
“Many sequels have surpassed their originals.”
“Well, there’s no accounting for taste.”
“I’d let the geek get the girl.”
“It’s starting again.”
“Multiplexes are just a dangerous place to be these days.”
“You’re in extreme denial.”
“This has nothing to do with us.”
“Can’t we just go back to our psuedo-quasi-happy existence?”
“I skipped. I couldn’t take all the ‘That’s Her!’ looks.”
“You’re playing with the big boys now, got it?”
“Your flattering remarks are both desperate and obvious.”
“Be kind. She saved our lives.”
“She had calf implants!”
“I’m gonna get closer.”
“This must be flat-out hell for you.”
“How are you holding up?”
“It’s really weird, isn’t it? To think this fuss is all because of you!”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was worried about you.”
“Things were okay, until now.”
“I’m seeing someone. Nice guy, pre-med, no apparent psychotic tendencies.”
“I just want you to be careful.”
“What am I supposed to do? Cut everybody off? Crawl under a rock?”
“I want to make sure you’re safe, if that’s alright with you.”
“Nothing like a funeral to bring the family together.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I forgive and forget. Just like you, I’d like to get back on with my own life.”
“You bitch!”
“Did you get that on film?”
“You need to check your conscience at the door, sweetie. I’m not here to be loved.”
“I don’t condone violence, but maybe you deserved it.”
“Don’t you think your overreacting, just a little bit?”
“How do you know that my dim-witted inexperience isn’t merely a subtle form of manipulation used to lower peoples’ expectations, thereby enhancing my ability to effectively maneuver within any given situation?”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.”
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some oozing to do.”
“I think you’re taking your psych major a little too seriously.”
“ ‘I’m fine,’ yeah—fucked up, insecure, neurotic and emotional.”
“HI! No, I really mean that—hi!”
“That shit only calls you when he’s drunk. Don’t go over there.”
“You sound loaded. What’s up?”
“Drink with your brain, that’s our motto.”
“Do you want to die tonight?”
“I’m outta here!”
“Did anyone call for me?”
“It’s your ill-conceived boyfriend.”
“Everyone thinks that sororities are just about blow-jobs, but it’s not true!”
“It’s happening again, isn’t it?”
“Better hurry. Might get scooped.”
“Get your jacket. Let’s get you home.”
“Why don’t you show your face, you fucking coward?”
“You know, I knew this was coming. I knew this wasn’t over.”
“You are not alone, okay? We are all here for you.”
“He needs to realize the nineties is no time to play hero.”
“Why would anyone go back in that house anyway?”
“You’re lucky he didn’t kill you.”
“I think we have a copycat on our hands.”
“Do these guys have to follow you around everywhere?”
“How am I ever going to get you alone?”
“To be honest, I think it would probably be in your best interest to stay as far away from me as possible.”
“I hope that was an off-the-cuff remark that holds no subtext whatsoever.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
“I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Come on, smile. Just once. Please?”
“I’ll smile when I catch the killer.”
“I’m not here to do your job.”
“He is a gemini, single, but I think he’s gay.”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“I think I love you!”
“Why won’t you let me touch you?”
“I think you just need to deal with that and move on.”
“How do we find the killer? That’s what I want to know.”
“Let’s not move on. Maybe you are a suspect.”
“Well, if I’m a suspect, you’re a suspect.”
“That’s what reporters do! They stage the news!”
“If she’s not a killer, she’s a target.”
“I’m gonna do what any rational human being would do, and get the fuck out of here.”
“I wanna report the news, I don’t wanna be the news!”
“I need you. I cannot do this without you.”
“Let’s go get killed!”
“I’m a fighter.”
“None of us can avoid our fate, but as an artist, you can honestly face it, and fight it.”
“How long have you been here?”
“I need to be alone right now, okay?”
“Do I get a say in this?”
“The killer’s trying to finish what was started.”
“I’ll be back when you start talking about something a little more Saved By the Bell-ish.”
“What do you wanna do, bonehead?”
“Want to wait here and see who drops next?”
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?”
“No matter how hard you try, you’ll never be the hero and you’ll never, ever get the girl.”
“Where’s your innovation? Why copycat two high school loser-ass dickheads?”
“This isn’t a good time.”
“Come on, you sent me to prison. You can give me two minutes.”
“There’s been enough exposure. Why would you want anymore?”
“Yeah, I bet you’re real sorry.”
“There was no attack. We were talking, very heatedly.”
“I don’t know about homicide but you’ve definitely got me for raising my voice in a public library.”
“It should’ve been me.”
“Stop treating me like glass. I’m not going to break.”
“Until you find me standing over a body with a knife in my hand, I think you’d better treat me with the rights and privileges afforded to every innocent citizen in this country.”
“Enjoying the show?”
“I just wanna find this fucker!”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
“I never meant to hurt you.”
“Stay here!”
“There’s no one there.”
“When this is all over, I’ll still be here.”
“I wanna know who it is.”
“I’m going back.”
“Stupid people go back. Smart people run.”
“We’re smart people, so we should just get the fuck out of here.”
“I’m sick of running!”
“If we know who it is, it’ll be over.”
“Get away from me!”
“This isn’t what it looks like!”
“Shit, who tied these? We gotta get out of here!”
“The killer, he’s here!”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“You really wanna trust your boyfriend?”
“Don’t you know history repeats itself?”
“Surprise, [name].”
“Thanks a lot, partner.”
“He’s crazy! You know me better than that!”
“What do you think? Experiencing some déjà vu?”
“I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”
“YOU ARE DEAD!”
“I never would’ve hurt you.”
“You should really deal with your trust issues.”
“Oh! So vulgar!”
“Did he let you talk to him this way?”
“He was a sick fuck, just like you.”
“No. He was a sick fuck who tried to get away with it. I’m a sick fuck who wants to get caught.”
“I’ve got my whole defense planned out.”
“I’m gonna blame the movies.”
“I’m an innocent victim.”
“You’re a psychotic.”
“That’ll be our little secret.”
“See? It’s all about execution.”
“You’re forgetting one thing: I fucking killed him.”
“You piece of shit!”
“You got a Linda Hamilton thing going on. It’s nice. I like it.”
“Nice twist, huh? Didn’t see it coming, did ya?”
“It’s called a makeover; you should try it.”
“I’m very sane.”
“You’re never gonna get away with this.”
“Not wise to patronize me with a gun.”
“Don’t you FUCKING MOVE.”
“I have had a very, VERY bad day, and I would like to know exactly what the FUCK is going on here.”
“I can still help you.”
“Let me kill her!”
“Personally, I think it’s rather poetic.”
“No, don’t you listen to her!”
“Quite a predicament you’re in.”
“Give me the gun.”
“I want you to know I would never, ever do anything to hurt you.”
“We should probably talk about what exactly happened here, you know? Get our stories straight.”
“I’ve been shot!”
“Jesus, you scared the crap out of me!”
“You’ve got more lives than a cat.”
“They always come back.”
“How’s it feel to be a hero?”
“I’m back.”
“I’m coming with you!”
“I can’t believe you’re alive!”
“It’ll make a helluva movie.”

Light Me Up | Chapter 3

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Pairing: Vernon x OFC featuring S.Coups & Jeonghan

Genre: fluff, humor, mild angst

Word Count: 4143

[ Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 ] + Moodboard

Summary:  Just as the moon had her scars and imperfections, so did she. And he loved every bit of it. To him, she was the moon that shone brightest in these rare moments. The moon who’s light had been dimmed. To her, he was the sun that would eventually, light her up in every way. Only she hadn’t accepted it yet. She hadn’t yet accepted the light slowly growing inside her chest, but it wouldn’t be long until she did.

“If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.”

A/N: Wow. This chapter really hates me. Through a whole lot of struggle and debating, I finally finished it! I’m so, so sorry it took thing long! A maaajor thank you to my lovely editor & best friend @kaviea for helping me read, edit and write this. It wouldn’t be this great without you. Bless you. Also, to those who have been waiting and hyping the heck out of this story, thank you so much! Thank you for waiting patiently and loving it. I hope this chapter is good enough and that the story will be loved. Thank you again <3


She walked in, just a few minutes before opening time. A week had passed since she’d hired Vernon.

Seungcheol, of course, had to jump in front of her, screaming, “You hired him!”

“Shhhh,” She pressed a finger to her lips, looking around a few times. Vernon was up on stage, a safe distance away from hearing them, so she continued.

“Yeah I hired him,” she threw her hands in the air dramatically, “Don’t even ask how it happened.”

Seungcheol shot her a satisfactory smirk and said, “So, did you tell uncle yet?”

She smiled, put a hand on his shoulder and said, “Oh. I’m not telling uncle. You are.” With a couple of pats on his shoulder, she casually walked towards the bar, flashing Vernon a welcoming smile.


Seungcheol didn’t tell uncle. Not that day, nor the next. Despite much debate between them, she eventually decided to keep it quiet, because the number of customers doubled. They were mostly girls, coming to see the newly hired rapper Vernon. She didn’t give these girls much thought, as they kept their distance and the security guards were always on the lookout for any harmful behavior.

Vernon did a good job. No, better than good. People loved him. They loved him for the obvious things: his messy hair, which somehow fell in time with his rhythm; his perfectly shy, but sometimes confident smile; for the way he looked down before gazing up with fire in his eyes. Energy radiated from him and pulled in everyone in the room, including her.

To her, above all of the obvious things, Vernon was still that sweet, clumsy boy who’d taken the stage and made it his. He’d even impressed Seungcheol with his lyrics and stage presence.

Vernon sat at the bar counter, talking to her, between his ‘performances’ while Seungcheol took over. They talked about the most random things and she found herself laughing at his quirky humor. Slowly, she started coming to work more often than just on the weekends. She loved seeing both of her friends perform so much and decided that staying at home wasn’t as enjoyable as this.

She was unaware of the effect Vernon suddenly had on her. At least not until she found herself mouthing his lyrics…

Several times a day because of you
My head is bombarded, there is no space
I’m trying to forget you
But the thoughts of you are blocking my view.

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Take Good Care of You

Summary: Reader needs to relax after a hunt. Sam helps.

Warning: Smutty smut, Daddy!kink

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: The first in a string of smutty one shots to celebrate the fact that I’m no longer sick! Enjoy!

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Good For You pt. 7

a/n: this is a fuckin train wreck im srry

College!AU

Summary: He needed you as some sort of stability, you needed him as some form of rebellion.

Word Count: 2.7k+

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader


The week rolled by quickly, and before you knew it, it was another Friday. Maybe time really flies fast when your life is uneventful.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You looked over to your left to see Hope walking beside you.

“Hey,” you greeted.

She looked you over up and down. “No more floor length skirts, huh?” She raised an eyebrow, smiling.

You shook you head, smiling slightly. After you received your first paycheck from your new job, you decided to buy some cheap clothes that were actually your size. You grew tired of what your mother called ‘proper and modest’ pieces of clothing she made you wear. Now that your parents have disowned you, you might as well enjoy the freedom that came with it. Every cloud has a silver lining, right?

You were about to reach the door of the room of your next class when someone in front of you who was going the other way stopped completely.

“Y/N? That you?” a guy from one of your classes asked, looking you up and down slowly.

“Yeah.” You nodded, squirming under his gaze.

“Stop looking at her like a fucking piece of meat, Tate. Go the fuck away,” Hope snapped, surprising both you and the guy.

“Damn, Hope. Just admiring god’s work over here, no need to get pissy.” Tate raised his hands, slowly walking away but not before whistling as he walked past you.

“Hey,” you coaxed Hope gently who was still staring down Tate’s retreating figure. “Why are you talking to me?”

For a second, she looked offended, so you hurried to utter an explanation. “I-I meant, what do you want? I mean, not that I think you’re only approaching me because–”

“I get it,” she interjected, chuckling slightly. “I just want to invite you to a party tonight at a club downtown. If you want to.”

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Oversized (Chen drabble)

Chen 
15.   How do you know I’m not big?
34.   Show me what you got

Word count: 3009 (Oh boy this ain’t even a drabble anymore lol)

Genre: fluff like super fluffy fluff (send help good Lord)

A/N: I wrote two requests into one. The actual drabble request was by @kpopthirstaddicted, who I love so much, and I mixed it with the anon request above. I hope it’s okay with the both of you. Enjoy and take care xoxo.

Originally posted by daenso

You opened your eyes lazily as the sun rays leaked from the half-opened curtains. Normally you would’ve been annoyed by them, but not today. Today was brighter, happier. You felt… different, somehow, it was hard to explain, but you did.

It was like life was better, like the world was perfect. You’d never felt that comfortable in your own bed, even though you felt something you didn’t usually feel, it was never this warm, and you were never totally cornered to one side of it.

You turned around carefully just to find Chen lying next to you.

“Holy shit”, you muttered to yourself with your eyes wide opened. So it had actually happened. If he wasn’t standing right there in front of your eyes slightly touching your bare skin with his, you would’ve thought it had been a dream.

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anonymous asked:

Would you do a blurb/scenario? Writer Y/N meets Harry at a party and she works with press for some rock band he likes and he is sooo impressed by how smart and fierce she is. So they end up going back to the same hotel and *insert smut*

This ones long AF, and as such I decided to turn it into an actual oneshot. I’m quite proud of how it turned out.  Enjoy. ;)

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Voltron fanfic: Scar Tissue

I’m mildly obsessed with Shiro’s nose scar.

Rated: PG
Characters:  Shidge friendship fic. Pidge, Keith, Hunk, & Shiro.
Warnings: mild mentions of violence, Sheith hints if you squint.
Summary: Shiro snores.   Pidge isn’t sure how their family made it to Kerberos without killing him in his sleep for it, but Hunk and Keith are awake to talk about it.

(You can also read this fic on AO3!)

“I thought maybe the Galra did something to him so he didn’t have to sleep or … I dunno,” she trailed off at the looks Hunk and Keith were giving her.  “Look, it was a valid theory! We didn’t have any evidence he sleeps!”

“Except that he’s human ,” Keith said, incredulous.

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Challenged

*Requested: this one was just requested and since I was feeling nice I wrote it because I felt like it, I know it’s out of order OOPS but um this is a sexy Minho imagine for the anon with Minho feels you’re welcome.*

“Shut up.” Minho said and you clenched your jaw. He was so attractive but so frustrating. You wanted to kiss him but slap that cocky smirk off his face at the same time.

“Make me.” you challenged and the two of you stared at each other, the tension so thick you could cut it and spread some of it on a piece of bread.

“I don’t think you want me to.” he growled and you were about to say something when you were cut off.

“Look, if you two are going to do that weird sexual tension thing you always do, can you do it privately?” Newt asked and the two of you spun your heads simultaneously to glare at Newt. He put his arms up in defense and walked away.

You were blushing, you knew that. But you could also see that Minho was taking Newt’s comment into consideration. Did this tension really seem to appear that often? Was it that obvious?

“Well I still think you should shut up.” Minho said quieter than before and you looked back towards him.

“I still think you should make me.” you said and walked away quickly, not knowing how to feel. You were always the one to challenge Minho. It was your way of interacting with him but letting him know he wasn’t the only one with power around here at the same time. He was probably watching the way your body moved while you walked away. You were both physically attracted to each other. But the challenges you always set were so far out there that you never even had the time to confess anything.

There was one time, that you vaguely remember, that you and Minho had actually somewhat done intimate things. It was 3 months after your arrival, and you had already developed some sort of relationship with him. It was Bonfire night and you were more than eager to get your hands on Gally’s drink. It wasn’t all the time that you got to drink it and loosen up, and being a Runner was a tough job, and you always wanted to relax. Yes, you’re a Runner. Your job as a Runner is what really helped develop the strange relationship you have with Minho. But that night you and Minho apparently both had the brilliant idea of drinking way more than you should compared to the normal capacity of drinks you would have. The two of you ended up in the Map Room, doing some unspeakable things. You didn’t remember a lot of it, but you remembered enough to make your body ache for him. You remembered the way his muscles looked on his bare chest, sweat glistening on his tan shoulders. Of course neither of you discussed the events the next day or any day after because you weren’t even sure if he remembered. Every Bonfire after that, you two stayed far, far away from each other. You avoided each other like a plague because you both knew that you were idiots when you were drunk.

—-

“So what’s the plan today, Mr. Minho?” you asked and leaned against the wall in the Map Room. You and Minho were alone because he always stayed after everyone left, and today was the one night a month that you helped to actually try to solve the Maze. Usually, you didn’t like to think too deep or hard about it, just wanted to map it and get out of the room. But you and Minho always had one night where you stayed and spent hours arguing over what the whole thing meant and if there was a specific pattern or not. You always stood your ground that it wasn’t a pattern and he always said it was. But for some reason tonight was different.

Usually, there wasn’t tension. At least, you didn’t feel it. You were always so focused on trying to figure out what the shuck Maze meant or what the message was that you didn’t think about anything else. You took your hoodie off as usual and sat down on a crate next to Minho. You tied your hair back and immediately began chewing on a pencil.

“Let’s have a bet. Whoever figures out this Maze first gets the prize at the end, whatever it is.” you said and scribbled some numbers down on a piece of paper.

All Minho did was let out a low grumble.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked, not even taking your curious eyes off the maps.

“You…” Minho said in a low, deep voice and you flicked your eyes over in his direction.

“You’re such a slinthead. Honestly, I don’t even know why I do this with you once a month.” you said and scribbled a small diagram onto the sheet.

“I can’t do this any more.” Minho said frustrated and stood up quickly, pacing around the room.

“Okay…” you said and slowly put your pencil down. There was something off about him. Usually he was furiously debating what it all meant.

“I can’t focus with you here.” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“Really? You want to do this right now? Can’t we get along for once?” you said, standing up and crossing your arms.

“Oh, we’re about to get along really well.” Minho said and rushed over to you, pushing you against the wall and kissing you hard. You had let in a quick breath and when he pulled away, you were relieved to be able to breathe again.

“Minho…” you said and didn’t even realize that your hands had gripped his muscular forearms.

“Remember what we did in this room a couple months ago? We probably did it in this very spot.” he breathed and you blushed. He remembered more than you and more than you had hoped.

“I thought you forgot.” you said, breathing heavily, your lips aching to be on his again.

“I was drunk, but I remember every last wonderful bit. You don’t though.” Minho said and you looked into his dark eyes.

“I was drunk too, so no, I don’t remember much.” you admitted and he smirked the way he always does. The smirk you always wanted to slap off his face.

“I’m going to recreate it for you. Sober.” he said and you slapped him.

“Wipe that smirk off your face.” you growled and kissed him.

“Well it sure as hell didn’t start like this.” Minho said and you smirked this time.

“Then tell me, Mr. Minho, how did it all start?” you said confidently, knowing you had the same effect on him as he did on you.

“Like this.” he grunted as he swept all the papers off of the big table and lifted you onto it, standing in between your legs and kissing you.

“I think I remember that we had a very long night.” you whispered into his ear and you noticed how his grip on your hips tightened.

“I plan to make it longer than last time.” he whispered back.

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AN: I was spending FOREVER trying to find gifs that would suit the story, but then I realized that there was no real good scene that showed every single avenger (including both twins) together…bummer. Anyway, thank you anon for the crazy request XD. *The gifs are not mine, both found on google. Please ignore my spelling errors!

Pairing: Reader X Avengers ((Bit a biiiiiiiit more Pietro than the rest of them I’m SORRY))

Prompt: Oi hi there! Could you do a Pietro//Reader where the readers power is causing a sexual frenzy by bare contact of skin? Maybe it could be all avengers//reader? Maybe no one knew her powers until the touched her? I don’t know. I restarted watching Misfits and I was like oh great idea. Love love love your writing so much!! I wish I had the talent

Warnings: Mentions and indications of sex (?)

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“Powerful Attraction”

They never really questioned why you never wore short sleeves, or why you always wore black gloves. You had designed your outfit so that the black gloves and long black sleeves matched your entire outfit, so nothing really stood out as odd upon a first glance.

You had only been working for the Avengers for a week or so, and so far it had gone smoothly. You were afraid that they would think that you were strange because of how much you covered yourself up, but really they had so many other things to think about that the last thing they were concerned about was your fashion sense.

Well, that was until Pietro Maximoff asked you to help him with the dishes.

You couldn’t say no to him, it would be way too rude and disrespectful. That, and you were harboring a small crush on the Slovakian speedster, so you definitely didn’t want to get on his bad side.

You were like Natasha (at least according to the SHIELD data bases), you were just a regular human with an extremely impressive skill set in combat. Most of that was accurate, save for the human bit. You were something strange, a mutant if you will. You have had a strange power for a few years which is activated when your skin is touched by someone, which is why you covered up so much. You joined SHIELD because you wanted to be around a group of people who weren’t normal and were, in some ways, like you.

“Why don’t you take off your gloves and begin to rinse off the dishes, okay?” Pietro said whilst he tried to balance a large stack of plates on his hand and carry them over to the counter. When the Avengers all had dinner together, there were a lot of dishes left over.

Swallowing nervously, you peeled the gloved off and tucked them away in your back pocket.

It’s not that big of a deal. You told yourself. He’s going to do his own thing and so am I, he won’t come near my skin. It’s fine.

You ran the dirty dishes under the flow of the water in the sink, your eyes continuously flicking over to Pietro to see if he was still on his side of the kitchen putting the clean dishes in the cupboard.

Pietro looked closely at one of the dishes for a moment, then zoomed over tot where you were and reached his hand in the sink to put the still-dirty plate in for another soak.

“No!” You shouted when he got to close to you, but it was too late. Your thumb brushed by the palm of his hand, and suddenly everything changed.

Pietro’s eyes snapped up at you and instantly, you saw the lust. He grabbed your hand and wound it in his own. He, without thinking, began to walk forward which caused you to back up clumsily. You tried to pull your hand out of his to stop the lustful connection, but he wasn’t budging.

“Y/N, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” Pietro said, biting his lip and watching you. You would have enjoyed that kind of comment, had it been genuine. Your powers only made others fall into a spell of sexual attraction to you for as long as they touched you.

“Pietro, let go of my hand.” You said in a slow calming voice.

He blinked a few times at you in confusion. “Why?”

Your back hit the counter that wrapped around to the other wall, effectively knocking over a pile of dishes that Pietro had yet to pack up. The large crash echoed through the tower, which led to all of your teammates charging into the kitchen.

You took advantage of the situation and yanked your hand from Pietro’s, which caused him to stumble backwards and nearly fall over.

“What happened?” Tony asked, concerned. “I heard a crash.”

You scratched the back of your neck and bit your lip hard. “I..uh…”

“What the hell?” You heard Pietro groan, holding his head in his hands.

“Brother!” Wanda shouted, making her way to Pietro’s stumbling body. “What happened?”

Pietro scrunched his eyebrows together, then looked up at you. “You want to tell us why you always where those gloves, Y/N?”

~*~*~*~*~

“Wait, wait, wait.” Tony said, staring at you with unbelieving eyes. “So you are telling me that you have the power to make people sexually attracted to you?”

You looked down at your feet and blushed. You and the rest of the team had gathered around in a gym (there was more space to spread out) once you agreed to tell them what happened to Pietro. When you were explaining it, Pietro’s eyes grew wide and his cheeks flamed.

You didn’t know why he was embarrassed, it wasn’t like he could help it.

“Y-yeah. If I touch someone their …uh… sexual desires are shifted drastically.” You mumbled.

“I’m calling bullshit on that.” Tony said, crossing his hands over his arms. “That’s probably some lame excuse that she and Speedy came up with to cover up them hooking up in the kitchen and knocking over some plates.”

The image of that in your head made you blush even more. “It’s not a lie–”

“Then prove it.” Tony smirked. “I want Steve to touch your hand and see if he is changed.”

Steve frowned. “Why me?”

“Because, you are the most sexually innocent person that I can think of. If you get affected, than we know it’s for real.” Tony explained as if it was obvious.

“I don’t like this idea.” You muttered. “Not at all.”

“It’s for science!” Tony shouted grabbing Steve and leading him over to you. “Here, now do your magic.”

Everyone was seated in front of you and Steve like a you were the center of some sort of show

You swallowed the lump in your throat and pulled off your right glove, shoving it into your back pocket.

Steve sighed and held out his hand, palm side up. You took in a deep breath and reached out and grabbed his hand.

For a moment, nothing happened. Steve just stood in silence with an unreadable expression on his face. Tony was just beginning to look smug when Steve grabbed your hip with his free hand and pulled you towards him, smashing his lips onto yours.

You gasped and tried to push him away, but his lips captured yours and held them.

The next thing you knew, Pietro ripped Steve away from you and tossed him onto the ground, breaking the bond.

“That is enough, Rogers.” Pietro said, poison dripping from his words.

“No way!” Tony said, grinning like an idiot. “That is amazing!”

“There’s nothing amazing about it.” You mumbled, slipping your gloves on again. “I can’t touch, hold, or feel people without being attacked like that. I haven’t been able to for a very long time, and let me tell you, it gets pretty lonely after a while.”

“Hold on.” Bruce said, standing up with a clipboard. He had been taking notes? “I think, if I can get the right calculations and a blood sample from you, I might be able to ‘cure’ your mutation. That is, of course, if it is okay with you.”

Your eyes went wide. “You can…you can do that?”

Bruce smiled at you, then gestured for you to follow him. “Come with me, let’s head to the lab for some testing.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Attention was never really something that you were too fond of, and yet you seemed to be getting a lot of it the past few days. The Avengers were consistently asking you about your powers. There was even an incident where you were bending over to get something on the floor and Natasha’s hand brushed by your forehead, making her practically try to jump your bones right in the dining room. That, on top of other things, added to their interest.

But, hopefully, that would soon come to an end. Bruce had said that he had finally come up with the perfect formula that would get rid of your mutation and allow you to be able to not live in fear.

The team sat all around you, some sitting in chairs, on tables, or on he floor.

Bruce held up a small glass with a murky looking liquid in it, then handed it to you. “Drink this, and then we’ll test to see if it works.”

“Oh, it’s not a shot?”

Bruce lifted an eyebrow at you. “Would you rather it be done with needles?”

Your eyes widened, “God no! I’m fine with this, I was just shocked, that’s all.”

You raised the glass up to your lips and chugged the vile liquid down, and you had to fight to keep it down. After getting over the gag factor you sat back and let it do what it was supposed to.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, Bruce said that someone should test it.

Pietro was the first to volunteer, much to everyone’s surprise. “I’ll do it.”

“You sure?” You asked, hoping to god that he would back out. You were convinced that if this didn’t work out, Pietro would be too mortified or upset at you to want to talk to you ever again.

“I’m sure.”

Pietro pulled up a chair right across from you, staring into your eyes with his icy blue ones.

“You ready Pietro?” Bruce asked, then turned to you. “Y/N?”

You both nodded and sucked in large breaths. Pietro held out both of his hands with the palms facing up, much like Cap had done.

Slowly, you lowered your hands into his, wincing at the feeling of your two skins touching. You had gotten so used to hiding your skin from people, it was only natural to be uneasy when you touch another person.

Everyone held their breath, all watching you two intently.

Pietro stared at you for a moment then leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours softly. You heard everyone groan in  disappointment, and Bruce scribble notes down furiously.

The kiss wasn’t as urgent or full of lust as Steve’s was. It was kinder, more natural feeling. You felt yourself wanting to actually give in to it and not just pull away.

Pietro pulled back and looked you in the eyes.

“I guess it didn’t work, huh?” You said, disappointed. You went to pull your hands out of his, but he kept them there.

“No, it worked.” Pietro said, grinning. “I just wanted to be the first person that you kissed once you realized that you were cured.”

((I am so sorry about how full of crap this one it, it is legitimately one thirty in the morning and I don’t know why I’m sill up writing this stuff. I am sorry if you found this one badly written, that’s my bad. Anyway, I still do hope that you enjoyed it!))

Mythbusters - or rather, Vox Machina

Anyway, after this post happened, I didn’t stop thinking about it. So like have some Vox Machina Mythbusters shenanigans.

“That can’t be true.”

It’s the comment that launched a hundred episodes (so far) and led to Percy and Keyleth meeting the most important people in their lives, their gathered and cobbled-together family, but in the moment, it only prompts Percy to kick the leg of his desk and send his chair rolling backward. He knocks into Keyleth’s desk, chair back first, with a gentle tap, having long ago memorized the amount of force needed to get his rolling chair across the room without slamming into things.

“What can’t be true?” Percy would normally ignore Keyleth’s habit of talking to herself, but frankly, crunching the numbers for packing enough explosives to make a car crash look properly ‘badass’ for the umpteenth action flick is giving him a migraine. He’ll take the distraction.

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Proved It

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Genre: criminal au? stripper/dancer au?

Featuring: Jay Park x Reader

Warnings: talks of kidnapping(?), mention of drugs

A/n: tbh I don’t know what this is, but I listened to “Wading” by Jhene Aiko and watched the mv and became inspired to write this. So hopefully you guys like this? ALSO, where it says “y/fn y/ln” that means your first name and your last name, k enjoy!

You were sure it was the right decision, it’s not like your parents would actually look for you. And Jay had promised you a better life. Sure it wasn’t exactly where you saw yourself or what you saw yourself doing, but it was better than where you were headed.

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