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Be A Good Girl - Smut

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 4,294
AN: PURE FILTH. I apologize in advance. Thanks to @writing-obrien and @celestial-writing for their input and Chloe for worrying that I was killing the poor reader here. Trust me, she can handle it lmao.


To say that Stiles was a bit of an exhibitionist was an understatement. He liked to fuck you wherever and whenever he wanted, and he got off on the fact that you could be caught at any moment. It had surprised you at first, the normally sarcastic and awkward boy hadn’t struck you as the type, but he was kinky as fuck, and good at what he did. He could leave you a writhing, panting mess with just his words, and his mouth and tongue were more than you could handle sometimes. His fingers were a godsend, and he knew how to get you off quicker than you could do it yourself. On top of his insatiable daddy kink, things with him were never boring.

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Listen up folks...

I’m not gonna talk about what sparked this rant. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is what I’m about to say.

I’m freaking done with the hate.

This SPN Family is supposed to be encouraging, accepting, we’re supposed to at least try to get along. Apparently that’s too hard. Now I could rant for hours about how some people in the SPN Family are treating eachother, but that’s for another time. This rant is going to be about one thing, the hate that the wives of the two leaders of this SPN Family receive. For this post I’m going to focus on one of the wives in particular…Danneel Ackles.

Once again as the Ackles family was nice enough to share parts of their life with us, people decide to be douchebags. This time Jensen isn’t happy with his life because he isn’t smiling in the photo of him & JJ. Also apparently comparing his kids to the comedy & tragedy is just a terrible thing to do. Oh, did you also hear that the twins might not be his because he said “my” twins instead of “our” twins. This is all Danneel’s fault too because she makes Jensen hate his life.

She can’t do anything right in the eyes of some people and it’s pissing me off. What did she do to cause so much hate? Now is the part when I ramble on about all she’s done…

She told her husband to go to a convention for the fans a few days after giving birth to twins.

Jensen told the story about finding out about the twins…JJ gave him a letter about it when he arrived at the airport…meaning he couldn’t be at the doctor appoint. How many doctor appointments do you think he had to miss because of filming?

She uses her “celebrity” to bring awareness to different events and situations going on in the world. I didn’t know about the Yulin dog festival until she talked about it. She does different work for a variety of charities, freaking google it if you don’t believe it.

Her husband is in a different country for the majority of the year while she stays back home in Austin. Have you ever had your husband away for a long period of time? Cause I have. It sucks. I complained about it on social media ALL THE TIME, but she never does.

She was a working woman in Hollywood. IMDb that shit. She was a steady worker in Hollywood however she slowed down/stopped when they had JJ.

Think of all the times she’s been out with her husband, cause that’s what Jensen is, he’s not “omg Jensen Ackles TV star”, he’s Jensen, the pain in the butt who forgot to take out the trash or forgot to grab the milk when he ran to the stores. Think about how many times she’s probably been out with him & had to deal with people coming up to talk to him. Now think about how many times this has happened & people have ignored her existence or used her as nothing more then a photo taker. Fans don’t mean too, but that shit probably happens more often then you think. I would get so sick of that.

Did I forget to mention how Jensen freaking lights up whenever someone brings up Danneel? CAUSE I WITNESSED IT IN PERSON A FEW WEEKS AGO & HE LEGIT LOOKS LIKE A TEENAGER IN LOVE WHEN SOMEONE TALKS ABOUT HER!

But no.

Apparently we’re supposed to hate her just cause.

Now is when the “haters” start to go, “you just like her because of who she’s married to.”

No haters.

No.

I knew about Danneel before I knew about Jensen. I know Danneel from One Tree Hill but I started to admire her when she hosted Maxim’s Hot 100 in 2009. She was the really pretty model/actress that I looked up to because she was funny & pretty. It wasn’t until I started watching Supernatural in 2015 that I had the “holy cow they’re married to each other” moment.

So.

To sum up this rant; you don’t have to like Danneel, just don’t be a dick. If you admire Jensen as a human, don’t disrespect his wife or his family.

Basically if you wouldn’t go up to a person & say it to their face, don’t say it. Plus why bother wasting your time hating something when you could spend your time on something you love?

End rant.

  • Legolas: Gimli, I'm so happy I could kiss you!
  • Gimli: *nervous gay laughter* Um................................. neat!
  • Later~~
  • Gimli, laying face down on his bed: I can't believe I said 'neat', Aragorn. 'NEAT'. Nobody says 'neat' anymore it's the goddamn fourth age!!! It's not neat to say neat, but I said it anyway because I'm...... a huge loser!!!
  • Aragorn: *idly turns book page* Hey, don't beat yourself up. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what happened in that story I told you about when Arwen confessed to me?
  • Gimli: Didn't you, like, thank her?
  • Aragorn: *closes book and stares at the ceiling* I thanked her.
I Can't Take It!

            “I can’t bloody take it anymore!” Were the words screamed in Draco’s face as he opened the door. He blinked rapidly at the fuming redhead in front of him. Weasley. That was someone he hadn’t seen in years, not since the final battle.

            “Excuse you?” Draco reprimanded with an arched brow. He honestly had no idea what was happening here. He must have mixed up his ingredients when making his potion this morning, causing a severe hallucination. Because that was the only explanation his mind could come up with at the moment.

            “At first, I thought I was just delusional, seeing things where there was nothing but I know I’m not.”

            Draco blinked rapidly as he too concluded the man was delusional. Something he had always known to be true.

            “You keep writing books about Harry!”

            Every rational thought left the blonde as dread filled his stomach. There was no way that Weasley had figured it out. His mother was blissfully unaware of who his muse was, his friends were just as clueless, all wondering who could possibly be the one he was desperately pining after. The whole world was blind but yet Weasley had discovered his secret?

            “Don’t give me that look!” Weasley spat hotly. “It’s just so obvious. I don’t understand why no one but me thinks so! I see your stupid books everywhere. Witches giggle in their offices at work, completely engrossed in your horribly sappy novels.” A pause as a freckled nose wrinkled in disgust.

            “I can’t go into Diagon Alley without seeing your ugly face plastered from every window, advertising this travesty.”

            Ugly? Draco huffed angrily as he listened somewhat impatiently to the hogwash spewing out of Weasley’s mouth.

            “My own wife reads them and badgers me incessantly about reading them too!”

            That had Draco wincing, he wasn’t sure how he felt about Granger reading his works. It was a little uncomfortable, if he was being honest.

            “I can’t even go to my parents without seeing your entire collection stacked against the wall. My mother reads them!” A pitiful moan escaped. “My own mum!”

            A trickle of amusement was making its way inside of Draco. Oh, he was still annoyed and ticked off but seeing Weasley in so much distress because of him, was lifting his spirits.

            “I have put up with this for years and I can’t take it anymore!” Weasley took a step forward, which Draco was loath to admit made him want to take a step back. The man was clearly mental.

            “You have to tell Harry how you feel.” Begged the disturbed wanker. “I can’t take another novel. I can’t take the pining! I can’t take the whining! I can’t take another fucking thing! If I have to listen to one more person tell me how ‘wonderfully heartbreaking’ your stories are, I will either murder you, Harry or myself.” A pause. “And I can’t honestly tell you which one of us is at the forefront of that. Perhaps I will kill us all and be done with it.”  

            Threats weren’t something new to Draco but this was the first time he had been on the receiving end of one done so vehemently.

            “I’m an Auror.” Weasley unnecessarily reminded him, as if he hadn’t been aware of this. “I know how to murder someone and make it appear as an accident. They’ll never find your body.” The sheer conviction in the promise was almost staggering.

            Draco rolled his eyes as he looked to the sky, debating about hexing the crazy redhead.

            “Are you finished?” He drawled with an exaggerated yawn, hoping to get rid of Weasley.

            Blue eyes narrowed dangerously. “You know what is the worst part of all of this?”

            The question was obviously rhetorical but Draco shook his head anyways, hoping this would be the last thing said on the topic.

            “Harry loves your books.”

            Draco’s breath caught in his throat as he swallowed heavily and looked away from Weasley for the first time.

            “He talks about them constantly, mentions his favorite parts, grins goofily as he reads your novels in public. Every single book is handled with care and patience. He adores them and you by extension.”

            Words had long ago left Draco, he didn’t know what to say at all. Couldn’t think of anything. For someone who made a living off of words and formulating beautiful lines, this was almost embarrassing.

            “I don’t like you.” Weasley continued on. “Never have and might not ever will.”

            Again, Draco rolled his eyes. The feeling was entirely mutual.

            “But.” The man whispered softly. “It’s painfully obvious that you love Harry.” Blue eyes searched his and Draco felt as if his blackened soul was being judged.  

            “The things you write deserve to be said not just written. Harry deserves this, deserves this kind of attention and deserves the love you put into those stupid pages.” There was a slight reddening of Weasley’s cheeks. It was obvious he despised complimenting Draco on his books.

            “Just do something. Please. While I can’t take another one of your books, I really can’t take Harry’s self-deprecating responses as to why it just isn’t possible that he is the target of your obsession.”

            He would have liked to rudely point out that it wasn’t an obsession but he was distracted with the rest of the statement.

            Weasley took a deep sigh. “Just think about it.” As violently as the conversation began, it ended with a soft whisper and pleading eyes.

            Draco watched Weasley walk slowly away from his front door, so slowly that it was obvious he was hoping to be called back.

            This was life changing. He could slam the door and pretend that this whole disaster had been a hallucination and never think about it again… or he could take a Gryffindor plunge into bravery and do what the characters in his books do, which was get their man.

            “Weasley!” Draco called out, making his decision. “Get your horrid arse back here.”

            The way red brows arched, silently asking for more, had Draco huffing. Who knew the man was a sadist too?

           “Help me ensnare a Gryffindor.“

           A frighteningly wicked grin appeared on the redhead’s face, causing Draco to question if he had just sold away his soul to a starving Dementor. Merlin, help him. 

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bones | 05—final

• pairing: jung hoseok x reader // min yoongi x reader, college! hoseok, college! yoongi
• genre/warnings: angst, fluff
• words: 9,245
→ summary: you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?
• note. inspired by this song here.

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a/n: it’s finally the end, sobsss.  

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  • Taehyung : WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? THAT'S RUDE!!!
  • Jimin : THAT'S BECAUSE YOU DID IT FIRST!!!
  • Taehyung : But yours is clearly misguiding people from the truth!
  • Jimin : No it isn't!!
  • Jimin : YOURS is incorrect!! YOURS is misleading people from the reality!!
  • Taehyung : HOw dare are you!!!
  • Taehyung : I thought we're friends!!!
  • Jimin : That's what I thought too but apparently not!!
  • Taehyung : *Gasps*
  • Jin : Namjoon, what is wrong with those two?
  • Namjoon : Nothing important really.
  • Namjoon : Basically, Taehyung reported Jimin's Jinmin twitter account-
  • Namjoon : and so Jimin reported Taehyung's Taejin twitter account.
  • Namjoon : and now both of their account got deactivated.
  • Jin : ...
  • Jin : Someone please stop them.
  • Jin : Where's Yoongi when you need him?
  • Namjoon : Oh he is being grumpy in his room because Hoseok reported his Yoonjin account.
  • Jin :
  • Jin : Can you go and get him please?
  • Namjoon : No, I'm not talking to him.
  • Namjoon : That monster reported my Namjin fan fic this morning out of spite!
  • Jin :
  • Jin : Did anyone in this household not get reported apart from me?
  • Jungkook : Yeah, Hobi hyung.
  • Jungkook : *tap his phone*
  • Jungkook : But not anymore~
  • Jungkook : Ha! Reporting my Jinkook fan art doesn't seem like such a good idea now does it huh?!
  • Jin :
  • Jin : You know who should start reporting?
  • Jin : Me.
  • Jin : It should be ME!
  • Jin : I should be the one reporting y'all!

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Harry fingering you and pressing you up against a wall. He tells you not to come but you can't hold it anymore so you come

Fuck. Am sitting with family and typing this. I hoped for a normal this night, but oh well.

It’s not like you haven’t taken his attitude all evening already. He was an ass all evening knowing he won the bet. He was rubbing it in your face, smirking all throughout while giving you the side looks, always staying in the line of your vision even when you shifted. It was getting to you. It was annoying. 

“What’s my treat tonight?” He asked. 

“A punch, if you don’t shut up!” you said, taking more than required pasta on your plate. 

“But, I haven’t said anything as yet!” He laughed, taking some pasta from your plate. 

“If you weren’t my best friend, I would’ve thrown you off the balcony,” You stared into his eyes, and he just smirked. He never won, and this time he did. 

“Yeah sure, but you wouldn’t have kept the bet if I wasn’t your best friend so, umm treat. I want a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies when we reach home,” He said, getting you a glass of wine. 

“Home?” you frowned. 

“I’m taking you home, baby,” He teased, and you let out a groan. It was going to be a long night. You followed him to the group he was talking to this evening. 

So, Y/N still a virgin?” You coughed, trying to swallow the wine in your mouth. You almost forgot the existence of Kylie. This woman had been on your case since you could remember. You gave her a wide smile, squishing your eyes, trying to brush it off. People and their obsession with some strangers sex life! Harry noticed the entire exchange, not saying anything. “C’mon, you have at least got someone to go down on you!” 

Why was she having this conversation with you? You gave her the fuck off look. Thankfully, others in the group had a better life. “Not even some finger action? You are way sadder than I thought.” 

“Oh really, you think about me? I don’t think about you at all,”  You said not waiting for her to respond something smarter as you walked off, gulping your entire wine. It wasn’t a big deal. It just never happened. You never have a boyfriend, and you’d prefer that the first someone who does touch you will be someone you at least love and not a stranger. Studies and work were one of the few reasons you were successful at 22. Getting a love life could wait, and Kylie was the only one who made you feel desperate. 

“You cool?” Harry asked as you got yourself another glass. “Kylie’s a bitch.” 

“No doubt there,” you said, taking a big gulp. 

“Are you going with Jack on that dinner he asked?” He asked. 

“No, I have a feeling he is racist.” you told him. 

“No, how?” Harry rolled his eyes, “You always do this! Push prospects away!” 

“Prospects?” You laughed, “He said, he found me exotic. And, have you noticed he cracks his neck a lot. Like a lot a lot, that’s not normal.” 

“Oh yeah, that means he is a sex hound,” Harry said, now being sarcastic. 

“You go out with him!” You pushed him, “I want someone normal. Which I feel will never happen cause no one finds me hot. Like look at this dress,” four glasses of wine weren’t leading to a good Y’N. “I have a low cut back and everything,” You said pushing your hair to the side. “And not one guy in here has even flirted with me.” 

Harry gulped, “No like look at the number of single guys around! Not even one. I’m going to die a virgin and alone!” Harry knew it was his fault. People thought Y/N was with him. When asked he didn’t deny either, and he knew more people he than her so, no one wanted to cross him. He knew all that and said nothing. 

“You’re hot,” he said, he had noticed your dress. Then tried thinking of everything else in the world so, he wouldn’t get hard. You were his best friend. He’d like to keep you. 

“Right, how are you controlling yourself then?” You leaning against Harry sitting on the bar stool, almost on his lap wasn’t helping his case either. The world’s worry didn’t make him forget of your shoulder tattoo that he always found a little too sexy, and now, your thigh on his and his crotch so close to yours…he couldn’t help bringing his lips to yours. 

You took it in, Harry was kissing you. You were kissing back as you felt his hand on your neck, moving to your cheek, to bring your closer. You opened your eyes to meet his as he stopped, your lips still close, “I don’t want pity,” you said, climbing off and getting off his lap. He didn’t stop you as you rushed to the bathroom and fixed yourself. “I will not think about this. I’m drunk. It was in the moment. Means nothing. You, you here!” Looking at yourself in the mirror, “Means nothing. Get yourself together!” And you did, all cool you walked out to Harry talking to Michael. 

“Ready to go?” He asked, and you nodded. All cool that it made him frown. 

“Y/N, I need you Friday for the shoot. No one captures it like you do, and I don’t want the second best!” Michael said hugging you. You agreed and followed Harry out to his car. 

“Do you really want cookies?” You asked, in the car. 

“I have no idea why this is up for discussion,” he said seriously and you laughed. “Give me some clothes,” you told him as you walked into his house and straight to the kitchen. The bastard had everything organised. He knew he was going to win. 

You got to work, as saw Harry keep his shirt and pants on the counter and then walk away to change. Not bothering at all, you got your dress off in the kitchen and folded it. This dress didn’t allow a bra, so you were glad that your boobs were now free from the dress as you massaged ‘em a bit taking your time and not realising that Harry was just around the corner, choking on the water he had taken out from the fridge. You wore his big ass shirt, triple both your sizes. Thr pants were too loose and missing the rope, so they just fell down. Huffing you took em off and kept them outside on the sofa. “Go change and help me!” You said as you saw Harry still standing there with wide eyes. You always were comfy around him, so this wasn’t new. 

“Eggs, break em!” You mumbled singing and making the dough. This was your speciality. You could do it drunk, sleepy, sloshed and they always came out perfect. Lost, you didn’t notice Harry come behind you until you felt his hands on your ass. When he didn’t remove em, and kneaded in, “What’re you doing?” It surprised you as you felt kisses on your shoulders, his body now stuck to you. It wasn’t just difficult for him, but you as well. You couldn’t ignore the need of throwing him on the bed and fucking him on the bed. But it just was never said or showed by either, so you thought there was nothing. “Harry…” you said again. 

His hands stopped yours from letting the bowl go, and lock them fingers, as he attacked your neck from behind. You let out a moan, as his teeth bit in, and his hand held both of yours, the other going down your stomach, “Is this alright?” He whispered, in a voice you couldn’t recognise. You nodded, not being able to say anything as his hands went further down to your cotton panties. He always had long fingers you thought, as the temperature increased. This was new to you, and he knew it. He turned you around, and got to his knees, getting under the t-shirt, and kissing your stomach, as he went down below. You pulled your t-shirt off, not being able to hold it as you saw his eyes, looking so green with lust, as his tongue licked your navel, and travelled down. 

Strong hold on your legs, your hands holding on to the counter and you speechless which was a thing he noticed and smirked on, as he took your panties off, “Nice pussy,” he murmurs,”Can you open up for me a little baby,” He said, as your legs softened and spread a little. “Okay?” He asked once again, and you couldn’t find any reason in your head to disagree. He nestled between your thighs, leaving sloppy kisses on ‘em, and you wondered how you could ever not do this before. His tongue travelled up, now right on your clit, his eyes not missing the reaction of your first time. He wanted it to be good, as he mixed his spit with your wetness, amazed at this state he got you in. The always in control Y/N was so soft right now, just for him. 

Any other day, he wouldn’t have believed his luck, but today as he got lost and so involved with you, his mouth all over, and his body tied to your lower half, he was taking everything you offered. A minute later, when he heard you whimper, this feeling absolutely new to you and not a lot compared to your sessions with yourself, he picked you up and threw you over the shoulder. You yelped his name, as he took you to the couch and, immediately pulled your legs apart, to not let the moment get too far. “I like how your clit’s swollen,” he said sucking on it and taking it long and slow. Your knees trembled, and he brought his fingers in, pressing on it, and he went down to your holes. “Let’s try one,” He said, quite lost now in you, as he pushed a finger in, “You like that,” as your cries increased a bit, his fingers were way longer than yours. “Relax, relax,” he said, as you bucked your hips, the pleasure taking control now. He put two in and increased his pace, now faster as his fingers fucked you while keeping his tongue on your clit. No idea how he did it, but you were slowly losing it. 

“I’m…Harry,” You whimpered, He climbed up and, attached his lips on your again, swallowing your moans, his fingers fucking you faster as you held his face. “Close, so close…” 

“Hold it for me a bit, baby,” He asked. Lips travelling down to your neck and back up. His hand, kept your body in place as you trembled, while the other relentlessly didn’t stop from being inside you. 

“Can’t, I can’t…” You said, as you felt your orgasm coming stronger than it had ever before and this was just by his fingers. He giggled, and went down again, as you looked at his sticky fingers which he just pulled out. He slowly put his fingers in his mouth, and you gulped sitting on your elbows. “Sorry…” 

He didn’t respond, as his mouth went back to lick you clean, and you threw yourself back down. You pulled at his hair, to look at you, and he stopped and sat up. You did as well, and climbed in his lap, and tipped his head back and kissed him. His hands held you tight, as you tasted yourself on him. “I won’t be so easy on you next time,” He said, as you kissed down his neck. 

“I can make up with cookies,” You whispered in his ear. 

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Naruto x alcohol headcanons
  • also known as "get none_kitten's headcanons away from me asap"
  • Naruto: yells a lot, hugs everyone and gives smoochy cheek kisses. even to Kakashi. never let him drink again. probably would light a trashcan on fire. is oblivious to anyone flirting with him, to a point where it's painful to watch.
  • Sakura: Tsunade 2.0, now with upgraded damage.
  • Sai: blushes a lot, suddenly he doesn't fuck up human conversation, but also has a horrible headache and pukes halfway.
  • Sasuke: snark level 527383106
  • Shikamaru: suddenly blurts out ALL the random facts. hey did you know the Eiffel tower was shorter in winter?
  • Ino: flirts with and teases every-fucking-one around the table (or town), but doesn't really follow through.
  • Chouji: cheap-ass drunk food, probably pizza from the shadiest street food place? gimmmeeeee
  • Hinata: wow she speaks a lot. probably about serious literature and poetry. also is really pretty with the blush and shiny eyes she's got going on.
  • Shino: deems the entire thing illogical but gets ass-drunk anyways, starts up conversation with the local flora and fauna (and by this i mean that at one point he was probably hugging a decorative ficus) then leaves without a word to go sleep.
  • Kiba: challenges Naruto in yelling matches, pisses off the balcony, ends up snuggling with Akamaru, hanging half off the beer-stained couch.
  • Neji: super cute, probably would look amazing in a flower crown, is a huge flirt but never notices he's doing it, all the while he keeps swaying from one foot to the other. string of broken hearts left behind? check. does he remember it in the morning? nah, son
  • Tenten: takes interest in the butcher knives in the kitchen, and gives murderous glances to anyone who tries to chat her up. takes care of Neji though, when he can't walk anymore, and pretends not to know Lee.
  • Lee: accidentally drop-kicks someone off the balcony, because THE POWER OF YOUTH CAN'T BE CONTAINED!!!!
  • Gai: rants about the Springtime of Youth for about two and a half beers, then falls asleep on the table because he's getting to old for this, dammit
  • Kakashi: plays bored for half the evening, flirts with everyone the other half (and by flirting i mean he's the sassiest bitch in town and takes home whomever lasts the longest). has a pretty pink blush on the visible half of his face. probably made Sharingan jokes along the evening.
  • Asuma: out smoking the whole time, rolling his eyes as people keep asking him for "just one cigarette, mate". when he - occasionally - shows face inside, he keeps eyeing Kurenai in a definite leer.
  • Kurenai: tries way too hard to ignore Asuma's stares. ends up getting a ride home in Asuma's car. probably tries to convince Kiba at least twice to go home already and sleep it off.
  • Anko: starts telling more and more disturbing jokes and cackles madly.
  • Ibiki: facepalms endlessly because Anko also has a vine-like grip on his arm and clings on. painfully.
  • Yamato: drunken rants. so many of them. 90% of it is probably vegan activism.
  • Kotetsu and Izumo: making out in a corner. from all that's showing, they could pass a) as teenagers in love b) as they're currently having hot hot steamy sex c) they morphed into one being with too many limbs and hair d) all of the above
  • Iruka: blushes. blushes a lovely shade of deep red only lobsters have.
  • Jiraiya: there's a line forming to slam-dunk his face into the toilet. a line of very angry women.
  • ps: there's a private Hokage party upstairs where Hashirama is acting like a child, Tobirama is more done than Ibiki and Kakashi combined, Hiruzen chuckles good-naturedly over a cup of fine sake, and Minato has a drunken flush on his face as he stares starry-eyed into nowhere.
  • Ken: Ravi, I'm so happy I could kiss you!
  • Ravi: *nervous gay laughter* Umm... Neat!
  • [Later]
  • Ravi: *lying face down on his bed* I can't believe I said "Neat", Hongbin. "Neat." Nobody says neat anymore! It's the goddamn 21st century! It's not neat to say neat, but I said it anyway because I'm a huge loser!
  • Hongbin: *idly turns magazine page* Hey, don't beat yourself up. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what happened when Hyuk confessed to me?
  • Ravi: Didn't you like, thank him?
  • Hongbin: *closes magazine to stare into the distance* I thanked him.
High Tensions - Auston Matthews

Requested by Anon: Can you do one where the reader is Mitch Marner’s best friend but the reader an Auston hate each other (they actually like each other). They bicker a lot and then Mitch teases them into confessing. I loved your JVR one by the way!

Word Count: 1601
Team: Toronto Maple Leafs
Warnings: None

I hope you enjoy the approach I took with this! (:

“I still don’t understand why you two hate each other,” Mitch remarked as you two sat curled up on the couch in Mitch’s living room chatting after not seeing each other for a while. Mitch had been on a road trip with the Leafs that felt like forever while you had been drowning in homework and midterms. But now that your midterms were over, and the boys were back, you two had a day to hang out again. The only unfortunate part was that Mitch happened to live with the one Leaf you couldn’t stand. Auston Matthews. Luckily, Matthews had gone out with some of the other guys on the team while Mitch stayed back to hang out with you.

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anonymous asked:

You're post about Minghao being so gorgeous that you get angry hits me at a spiritual level. Like goodness that boy needs to be stopped I can't take much more of it

he went from being the purest bean

to being legit hawt af 

like…how the fuck?

did he do that?

please minghao don’t hurt me anymore 

i’m shaking 

I can’t do this 

If i ever leave this fandom it’s bc of him just so y’all know. fuck this guy. fUCK! HIM!

and tell him to wipe that smug ass grin off his face like he don’t know what he’s doing. great now I’m mad again.

  • Jihoon: Jinyoung, I'm so happy I could kiss you
  • Jinyoung: *Nervous gay laughter* Umm... Neat!
  • [Later]
  • Jinyoung: *Lying face down on his bed* I can't believe I said "Neat", Daniel. "Neat." Nobody says neat anymore! It's the goddamn 21st century! It's not neat to say neat, but I said it anyway because I'm a huge loser!
  • Daniel: *Idly turns magazine page* Hey, don't beat yourself up. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what happened when Seongwoo confessed to me?
  • Jinyoung: Didn't you like, thank him?
  • Daniel: *Closes magazine to stare at the ceiling* I thanked him.

lostfanboy  asked:

"Hey, hey, calm down, they can't hurt you anymore." With treebros and/or kliensen because I'm in an angsty dear Evan Hansen mood

As much as I love setting things in the AWE universe, I decided to go for a slightly happier Connor Lives au for a change (with an extra side of “they all became friends”). Slight Sincerely three. (TW for homophobic slurs)

Send me characters or ships from musicals with a prompt from here.


Jared stared at his locker, a stony expression on his face. The thick, black strokes stood out against the dull blue he was so familiar with that seeing that precise shade anywhere else made him sick. Three characters. Three simple characters had ruined his whole day. Two of the characters were created with three sharp strokes, while the last was created as a continuous curve. 

   F  A G

There was a small, phallic doodle underneath the word. It wasn’t clever. It wasn’t good. Hell, even the spacing was off. But it made his blood boil all the same.

He wished he could laugh it off. Find some cleaner that could get rid of sharpie, wipe it off, pretend it never happened. That’s what he should do. But something in his brain wouldn’t let it go. It took every ounce of control he had to not break down right there, in the middle of the hallway like a freak. He clenched his fists so hard he could almost feel his fingernails break his skin.

“So Evan asked for my help with his math homework,” Jared had noted long ago that Connor was never one for proper greetings, often startling others by initiating conversations when he hadn’t even announced his presence, just like now, “except I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing in that class so I figured the three of us could– Hey, are you ok dude?”

Jared didn’t turn to look at him. “Peachy.”

“What’s the–” Connor followed Jared’s gaze, eyes landing on the crude graffiti. “Oh no.”

“Fuckin’ stupid. It’s just some idiot with a sharpie who has nothing better to do with his life than harass some kid no one even talks to.”

“That doesn’t make it better. That doesn’t make it ok. That doesn’t make it right.” Connor sighed. “It still fills you with rage. And you still have every right to feel that way. I’ve been dealing with this bullshit since seventh grade.”

“Is that so?” Connor nodded in his periphery. “So how exactly do you ‘deal’ with it?”

“Punch the kid that did it in the face. They usually think twice before doing it again.”

“Sounds great. Recognize the writing? I would love to punch something right now.”

Connor examined the thick strokes. “Can’t say that I do.” He pulled out his phone and began taking pictures.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Gathering evidence. Knowing our school system, they’ll have the janitors clean it up this evening and pretend it never happened. We can show it to the administrators and get the vandal’s ass expelled.”

“But we don’t know who it is. And the administrators aren’t going to take it seriously unless we have concrete proof.”

“Yeah, but we got a killswitch named Alana Beck who probably knows everyone’s handwriting and won’t stop badgering them until they find and punish the one’s responsible.”

“For the love of god do not send that to Alana.”

“I won’t. So long as the administrators take this matter seriously.”

“I’m not going to take it to them.”

“I know. That’s why I’m going to.” Jared tried to protest, but at that moment the bell rang. “I should get to class. See you at Evan’s.” And with that Connor walked off. Jared took one last glare at the locker before dragging himself to his next class.


Jared rang the doorbell until Evan answered. Evan seemed surprised to see him.

“Where’s Connor?”

Jared shrugged. “He just said we should meet here after school. So here I am.” He looked at Evan. “Wait, Connor really isn’t here yet?” Evan shook his head. He moved aside and invited Jared in. Jared followed Evan to the living room and sat down on the couch.

“So, um, how was your day?”

Jared shrugged. “Uneventful.” He discreetly clenched a fist.

“Oh.” The two sat in silence for a few moments before Evan spoke up again. “So, um, like, don’t get mad but um, Connor– Connor told me about the locker.”

Jared shook his head. “Of fucking course he did.”

Evan frowned. “He just, um, he said he thought he knew who did it but he wanted me to confirm before saying anything, and, um, he was right.”

Jared suddenly felt the bottled up rage become active once more. “That fucking liar, he said he didn’t know–”

“Well, that’s why he talked with me. Because, um, he thought I could recognize the writing. And I did.”

Jared stood up. “Who the fuck did this? I need to teach them a lesson.” Moving as fast as he could, Evan jumped out of his seat and blocked Jared’s path.

“We-we-we already told– We already told the administrators and, um, they’ve talked with the person, and they’re considering the appropriate punishment.”

“I think I’ve got an idea for an appropriate punishment.” He tried to get past Evan, but the boy blocked his path again.

“Jared, it’s-it’s fine, it’s being taken care of, and you don’t even know–”

“Get out of my way Evan!”

“Hey, hey, calm down, they can’t hurt you anymore." Blinded by anger, Jared pushed Evan aside. And suddenly all the anger he felt was replaced by regret, and sadness. Evan stared at him, concerned and almost fearful. Jared stepped back as his eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m fucking– I didn’t mean– I’m an asshole– I–” Jared sank to his knees as the tears fell. He was so angry he had shoved Evan Hansen, the boy he’d cared about so much that Jared had literally worried himself sick over his wellbeing.

“I know, you were– you were just angry…” Evan rushed to Jared’s side, kneeling right next to him and putting his arm around Jared. “Look, I’m ok. I’m fine. You didn’t hurt me. I’m fine.”

Jared gasped for air between sobs. “I don’t… I shouldn’t care this much… I don’t… I don’t know why I’m so angry…”

“Jared, you should feel angry. What they did was– what they did was fucked up, it probably messed with your sense of security, and you shouldn’t have to make excuses for how you feel.” Evan moved so he was kneeling directly in front of Jared. “But you’re safe here. You have me. And we will make sure the bastard that did this gets what they deserved. Nobody should make you ashamed of who you are.” Jared looked into Evan’s kind eyes, so full of love and understanding, and began bawling again. Evan wrapped his arms around Jared in a hug, and Jared just held on as if for dear life. The vandal had made him feel ashamed of who he was, but somehow Evan made him feel proud of it, like he was special because of who he was. 

It took a few minutes for things to calm down, but Jared stayed clinging to Evan for as long as he could justify. They finally broke away, Jared wiping away tears and chuckling a bit. “So, when does Murphy get here? He said you had some math homework you both needed help with?”

Evan’s phone went off. He pulled it out. “Speak of the devil,” he muttered. He saw Evan’s face contort into a horrified, then frustrated expression as he read the text. Evan rolled his eyes, shook his head and turned back to Jared. “We have to go help Connor.”

“What? Why? What happened?”

“He injured his hand, it’s all bloody.”

“What did he do?”

“Punched some kid’s teeth in.” Every bit of self control Jared had was focused on keeping his facial muscles in check, but he still couldn’t help the small smirk that slid across his face.

anonymous asked:

Zenyatta 17? "I can't hide the way I feel about you anymore"

“Y/N?”

You stiffened, stopping mid-step and refusing to turn around. How had Zenyatta found you? You had purposefully been avoiding his regular routes, waiting until you knew he was occupied with meditation or training or spending time with Genji before you’d venture out. Your body forsook you, blood rushing to your face and ears, tinging your cheeks and the shells of your ear a rich shade of red. Butterflies exploded in your stomach, your hands quickly pressing against your belly button as you tried to quell the fluttering that multiplied in your core. If you hadn’t felt this a million times before you would have swore that you were going to be sick. Maybe you would be.

“Y’N, is something wrong?”

The sincerity in his voice makes your soul want to sing, his light touch on the small of your back forcing a delighted sob up from your lips. You clamp down on it, embarrassment and apprehension yanking down the tide of excitement that was bubbling up. You were in love with Tekhartha Zenyatta but you couldn’t find it in you to tell him. He was honest and kind and sweet and genuine, he saw the world for what it was, faced down any number of prejudices and yet he still remained positive and optimistic. He cared for all beings on Earth and had such a dry sense of humor that it often left you floored, the playful mirth that existed beneath that calm exterior only adding to the complexity of the monk. And you selfishly wanted all of that for yourself.

Other than Genji, his darling student, Zenyatta was selfless in the way he treated everyone. He did not show preferential treatment and, to the best of your knowledge, he had never shown any attraction to anyone. He was empathic, reacting to the emotions of those around him accordingly. If you admitted you loved him, would he feel forced to reciprocate? Would he even feel the same? Cowardice sat heavy on your chest convincing you it was better to avoid and hid than possibly reveal  how you felt. You hoped that if you avoided it long enough, may they would dissipate, maybe you could return to the way things were and you wouldn’t have to worry about potentially ruining what you had. That was better wasn’t it?

Zenyatta’s hand on your face made your entire body jump, your distracted eyes jumping to his faceplate as he looked you up and down. Worry. While he did not have an expressive face, his body language made that obvious, the Omnic’s feet on the ground as he looked you up and down, the light of his body flickering. When he couldn’t find an obvious sign of distress, his hand pulled away from your cheek before he reached up and gingerly pulled one of his floating orbs from around his shoulders. His free hand took one of yours gently before pressing the sphere into your palm, humming contently as the orb began to glow a lovely shade of gold. As calm slowly spread through you, you could see Zenyatta visibly relax, his head tilting to the side as if to silently say ‘see better, I have you’. You gulped hard, eyes dropping to the orb again, your fingers squeezing around the orb as it forced the fear from your heart. It was now or never as far as you were concerned, your soul tethering to the tranquility and happiness you felt while around him, the words tumbling from your lips before fear could stop them.

“I can’t hide the way I feel about you anymore”, you said, your words soft and rushed, your face burning against as you turned your gaze but up to the taller Omnic. “I-I love you.”

A breath passed before Zenyatta began to glow brighter, the hand that rested on your squeezing affectionately. A quiet, twinkling pleased laugh filled the air as his hand lifted and stroked your cheek lightly.

“I wondered how long it might take you to admit your feelings, my flower.”