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anonymous asked:

so.... does anyone actually know if hanzo has prosthetics or not? I know pretty much everyone has unrealistic ankles, but hanzo's especially so. and they look exactly like genji's which is SUSPICIOUS

I think it has been confirmed:

Although “I don’t think so” is awfully vague, it looks like canonically Hanzo’s “boots” are just boots and that he does in fact have bonafide Popeyes Chicken legs underneath them. Also the summer games spray shows him with nekid calves and appalling quarter-length socks. Hanzo, Honey, Fashion.

Also in his wiki page it says about his design:

“The only things carried over to Hanzo’s design are the boots he wears and his bow and arrows.” 

That could explain why his boots look similar to Genji’s legs, because initially they were designed as one character. Although the idea i think you’re implying could be a pretty cool headcanon theory! 

Now honestly, this has been like the revelation that .Gif is supposed to be pronounced .Jif but no one likes that so we refuse to believe it— i think most of us choose to believe that Hanzo’s legs are some form of prosthetic.
I know i do!

(Let me know if something else has been confirmed or my info’s off)

Bts Memes

I like how most of these arent even proper names lmaoo #sorrynotsorry :’D

Not Over You pt. 2

Prompt: “I was getting over you, why did you have to come back?” or it’s been a year since you and Steve broke up. He’s moved on, you haven’t.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,277

Warnings: alcohol, language (maybe)

A/N: you have all been AMAZING. i have gotten such good reception. so here is part 2. this part is a bit longer, but we’re getting into the thick of it all. enjoy, and let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts.

Tagged: @itsagentromanoff @rileyloves5 @defendors @nenyakj @marvelous-fvcks @thorne93

Part 1


Originally posted by rizwahmeds

You glanced down at the clock on your computer to see 6:20 on the toolbar. You supposed it was time to throw in the towel for the day. And it seemed so did Sarah. She knocked on your office door and poked her head in.

“Anything else you need from me before I head home?” She asked. You could tell she was hopeful.

“Have plans?” You laughed softly, rising from your desk and opening a small filing cabinet near the window. You always kept a spare change of clothes there, you never knew what could happen during the day. You pulled out a more casual pink tank top that would pair perfectly with the white, flower print skirt you were already wearing. “Does this look okay?” You held it up to your chest, almost modeling it for her. “I have a dinner date, with an old friend.”

“Is this friend male?” She wiggled her eyebrows, smiling at you.

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Originally posted by stellarollins

Roman Reigns One Shot - The Secret

Roman watched her from where he was standing in the ring, admiring the way her pants and top hugged her curves. His eyes traveled unabashedly over her body as she faced away from him, talking to Stephanie.

“Uce, you with us?” Dean whacked him on the arm, his last resort in getting his friend’s attention.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said with feigned annoyance, “What’s up, Ambrose?”

Dean’s gaze travelled to where Roman had been looking and he chuckled. “Way outta your league, man,” he laughed as he looked towards Seth and winked. “And way outta your pay scale.”

Seth grinned, “Dean’s right, man.” He looked towards where the two women were deep in conversation towards the top of the ramp. “You might be pretty to look at but there ain’t no way she’s ever gonna look your way.”

Roman grunted in frustration. “Fuck off, both of you,” he snapped, clearly irritated.

“Just statin’ facts, man,” Dean patted him on the shoulder as he walked back towards where Seth was standing. “C’mon, let’s practice this new move.”

Roman glanced over at her one last time before joining the other two. There was no doubt that Alexis Buchanon was way out of his league but he didn’t need two of his closest friends reminding him of that. He knew they were only looking out for him but it still sucked. He had been hooked from the day he saw her at headquarters a few months ago and he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head since.

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anonymous asked:

Do you happen to know any jikook fic with dry humping? Thank you! Have a great day!

Anonymous said:
Any Jikook one shot w coming in pants & dry hump,,. Thank you baby 💓

Why of course ;) Here you go, and I hope you both have a great day as well ♡

Title: The Color of Your Walls
Author: jikookah
Rating: Mature
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Summary: The walls to Jeon Jeongguk’s bedroom were of a pale baby blue color when Park Jimin first realized what love was.

Title: Don’t Go (I’ve Found a Home in Your Heart)
Author: kamuu
Rating: Explicit
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Slow Burn, Smut
Summary: Jungkook ends up housing a difficult, yet precious hybrid who somehow worms his way into Jungkook’s heart.

Title: F*ck Crushes
Author: wildandsexy
Rating: Explicit
Length: 10–15k words
Genre: Pining, Fluff, Angst, Smut
Summary: Jungkook knows crushes. They pass as quickly as they come and he knows no matter how much they hurt at the time they leave him ultimately scarless when they come to an end. How Jungkook feels about Jimin is no crush.

Title: The Grind Never Stops
Author: MarionetteFtHJM
Rating: Explicit
Length: 5–10k words
Genre: Mutual Pining, Smut
Summary: Jimin doesn’t believe his eyes - then again, he’s not wearing his glasses or contacts, but. But there it is - he’s close enough to see it. It being Jeon Jungkook - the school’s best basketball player, one of the best students by academic standards, the elusive heartthrob that leaves all the girls (and some of the boys) thirsty - wearing his basketball shorts and showing off his great calves. But no, that’s not what Jimin’s looking at. What Jimin is looking at is a thing of dreams - that are of the wet variety.

Title: I am a Good Good Boy
Author: narrowrule
Rating: Explicit
Length: 15–20k words
Genre: Smut
Summary: The ideal couple. Jimin was short and soft in all the ways Jeongguk was tall and hard. The stuff of highly rated KBS dramas, Taehyung supposed. Until recently.
Note: Threesome; Part 1 of the “ggb” series, find the rest here

Title: Move Your Body
Author: novilunar
Rating: Mature
Length: 1–5k words
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Summary: Jimin has nothing on his mind but practice, and Jungkook has ways of getting into places he shouldn’t be. The dance department of Jimin’s university is one of them.

Morning Run

More Tom Hiddleston now

Word Count: 1,207

Summary: You go on your ‘usual’ morning run when you get distracted

AN: Another just generally cute one shot that I had in storage. Decided to post it because I’m still having trouble writing anything new without throwing in lots of my usual angst. Hope you like it! 

Mwahh - Jess

“Bye-bye, Charlie.” You spoke in a baby voice and pet your dog’s head before walking out the door and checking your shoelaces for the fifth time this morning.

It was a pretty normal day. Everything was on time. The sky was clear, You could see Mrs. Corey walk out wave at you from her cute little green porch, and the cute dog from down the street was running around his owner’s garden.

Then his owner came out.

This dog was cute. This man was gorgeous. He was slim but his tank top showed off his obviously existent biceps and forearms. The same with his shorts which showed off sculpted calves. His name was Tom, which you inquired when you bumped into him during your usual morning run, distracted by your phone ringing profusely.

He went on morning runs too. You wondered why you’d never bumped into him before. His house was only around the block from yours. You thought you would’ve at least-


Your thoughts were very much interrupted by not only the scream that came from your own mouth or the ditch that you had managed to miss while looking at the God of a man but the throbbing pain that ran up your leg from your ankle. Also, the fact that you were now on the ground.

“Ow, ow, ow,” You repeated over and over, squeezing your eyes shut and holding your leg near your ankle tightly. You groaned and threw your head back before hearing a voice.

Like velvet and melted chocolate and British.

“Are you okay?” You opened my eyes and looked up, trying to focus through the tears forming in your eyes to see Tom standing over you.


The pain shook your thoughts away and turned back to Tom who was now looking at your ankle. “What happened?”

“There was a pothole over there. My foot must have fallen into it,” You explained through slightly gritted teeth, trying, and failing, to hide the pain.

“It looks like a sprain,” He finished looking around your foot and turned back to you, “We need to put some ice on this. Come on.” He finished and moved around you before hooking his arms under your knees and shoulders.

He lifted you up and you immediately started squirming, just not being comfortable and not wanting to look like a helpless child in front of your secret neighbor crush.

“Hey, hey, It’s just a sprain. You can put me down. I can walk,” You continued squirming in his arms and struggled when he looked at you with a raised eyebrow before mumbling a short, “okay”

So he did put you down, but when you tried to walk, a searing pain shot up your leg and you instantly stumbled, grabbing on to Tom’s shoulder and him reaching out his arm in front of you.

“Ow, ow, it hurts, it hurts, I can’t-” You were interrupted by Tom picking you up again, “Come on. Let’s get inside.” He spoke again and you blushed.

His dog barked and jumped wanting to play and Tom shushed him before finally entering his front door. He set you down on a counter before moving to the back, you assumed, to get some ice so you took the time to admire his house.

It was cute and very cozy. It had cream colors flourishing the walls and carpet, matching the classic reds and browns of his furniture. It also had pale curtains, allowing light to seep in, making the room just as bright.

“Here’s some ice. You should probably avoid using that foot for a while,” Tom spoke and came out of from the back, handing me a block of ice wrapped in a thin towel.

“Uhh, thanks,” you replied simply

What do you do when you’re in an almost stranger’s house and he’s kinder than your family’s parish priest?

“Y/N, right? I remember you bumping into me a while ago,” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but admire that laugh. You chuckled back and murmured, “Yeah.”

The two of you talked most of the day. He made tea and you told him one day you’d teach him how to bake cookies. You actually became friends with this mystery God-man. Although, after a few more laughs, you decided it was probably time to get home.

“I should, uh, go.” You said and Tom’s face dropped into a small frown that you caught but then he looked at the time and looked back at you. “I’m so sorry. You probably had something to do.”

“I didn’t,” You chuckled at him and tried to calm his fidgeting, “Charlie just might be worried about me. It’s not exactly like me not to return after my morning runs.”

His face seemed to drop even more after his eyes widened. He nodded and stood up, smiling at you, “Let’s get you home then.”

He brought you around the block in his car and seemed to fidget a lot more. “I’m sorry again. I hope Charlie doesn’t get mad at you.”

“Would you like to meet him? I’m sure he’d love to meet the man who saved my ankle,” You laughed again before limping out, still clutching the thin towel that Tom had given you and waiting for Tom to get out.

He nervously got out of the car and walked you up to your front door and you opened it for him. Charlie immediately running towards you and jumping up and down.

“Hey, there. Who’s this?” Tom crouched down and scratched behind your dog’s ears. “This is Charlie. He’s large but it’s all love.”

Tom looked up at you like you had two heads and then looked back at the dog in front of him before standing up and letting out a prolonged, “ooh.”

He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, explaining how he thought Charlie was your boyfriend and you both laughed it off.

“Would it matter if he was?”

“Well, I don’t think your boyfriend would like it very much if he knew the guy from around the block was crushing on his girl,” He spoke nervously and looked up at you. You and your gaping mouth.

“Sorry, I just. You’re really-”

You silenced him with a kiss on his cheek before giggling, “I like you too, Tom. Where would I be if you hadn’t been there to save me?”

“On the pavement?” He replied and you both laughed again.

You both agreed to hand out soon before hugging and him walking back to his car. You sighed dreamily and watched him drive away when you realized. You don’t have his number or last name. You knew where he lived but, come on. You groaned and plopped back on your couch.

Your foot started to hurt again so you grabbed the thin towel and saw the markings that Tom left. It was smudged from the melted ice but still, it put a smile on your face. It was his number with a note, some words crossed out and someone obviously attempting to erase them.

‘Call me. Or not. I mean you don’t have to. I really like you.’ You giggled and immediately saved his number, promising never to miss your morning runs.

Originally posted by narryintheam

Niall Horan One Shot - The Secret

Niall watched her from where he was standing onstage, admiring the way her pants and top hugged her curves. His eyes traveled unabashedly over her body as she faced away from him, talking to Stephanie.

“Mate, you with us?” Louis whacked him on the arm, his last resort in getting his friend’s attention.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said with feigned annoyance, “What’s up, Tommo?”

Louis’ gaze traveled to where Niall had been looking and he chuckled. “Way outta your league, man,” he laughed as he looked towards Liam and winked. “And way outta your pay scale.”

Liam grinned, “Louis’ right, man.” He looked towards where the two women were deep in conversation towards the back of the floor seats. “You might be pretty to look at but there ain’t no way she’s ever gonna look your way.”

Niall grunted in frustration. “Fuck off, both of ya,” he snapped, clearly irritated.

“Just statin’ facts, man,” Liam patted him on the shoulder as he walked back towards where Louis was standing. “C’mon, let’s practice this new song.”

Niall glanced over at her one last time before joining the other two. There was no doubt that Alexis Buchanon was way out of his league but he didn’t need two of his closest friends reminding him of that. He knew they were only looking out for him but it still sucked. He had been hooked from the day he saw her at Capitol Records headquarters a few months ago and he hadn’t been able to get her out of his head since.

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anonymous asked:

You took my coffee.

Oooo nice and simple.

“Excuse me.”


Sugawara was not in the mood.

Move along. I don’t want whatever you’re selling.

Sugawara ignored the voice and stared down at the screen of his phone.

“… Excuse me…”


Sugawara pressed his lips in a hard line. He just wanted to drink his coffee in peace. That was what he came to this coffee shop for. It was small, in a dusty corner of down town that few knew about. A tiny, family owned joint without the pomp and circumstance of the coffee powerhouses that ran the town.

He didn’t get up early, travel twenty minutes by bus, and spend three hundred yen on a coconut cappuccino with extra whip just to be forced into some kind of bullshit early morning small talk about the weather or the latest thing hipsters that usually hang out in a joint like this were interested in.

Sugawara was not in the mood.

But his tormentor didn’t budge.

“Ahem… excuse me…”

Sugawara sat back in his seat and finally lifted his head with a heavy sigh, “What?”

A man that looked nothing like the hipsters Sugawara usually ran into at this specific shop, stood across from him at his small round table in the corner. He was dressed in a pair of exercise shorts, which showed off muscular calves, and a black, sleeveless t-shirt, which did the same justice to a pair of broad shoulders and thick arms. Sugawara slid his gaze up to the man’s face, and crap, he was stupidly handsome along with having an infuriatingly attractive, athletic body.

Stay strong, Koushi, he commanded himself as he regarded the man’s steady puppy-eyed stare and steel jawline. Death to small talk.

Uhm…” the man cleared his throat into his fist.

Oh jeez. Is he going to flirt with me? Move along, Buddy. I’m not interested. Even if I’m slightly interested.

The man pointed down at the cup clutched in Sugawara’s hand.

“You took my coffee.”

Sugawara blinked up at him quietly for a moment.


If that was an attempt at flirting… then it was the sorriest attempt Sugawara had ever had the displeasure of witnessing.

Let me guess. He’s going to argue with me about me taking his coffee and then later say, “Oh, my apologies. Not coffee. I meant… my heart.” Ew. Not happening. What a shit line. I am so not in the mood for this.

Sugawara crossed one leg over the other and clenched his jaw.

“You’re mistaking me for someone else,” he said.

A tick of confusion crossed the man’s face, “No…” he glanced around the empty shop. “I’m… pretty sure it was you.”

Sugawara sighed, “Look. When I came in here, I was the only one. So the first order should have been mine. I took the first order.”

“I understand your reasoning. And I’m not blaming you or mad at you…”

“Wow, thank you. How generous.”

The man’s left eyebrow twitched and his lips turned down in a tight frown.

“I’m not trying to be rude,” he said carefully. “It’s an honest mistake. I know I’ve grabbed the wrong coffee a few times in the past-”

“I took the first coffee,” Sugawara repeated. “I was the first customer. I don’t even remember you coming in here. Just wait patiently, sometimes they take a while. There’s only one guy working.” He looked back down at his phone, “Now if you’ll excuse me. These memes aren’t going to share themselves.”

For a moment the other man didn’t speak.

But he also didn’t leave.

And Sugawara was so not in the mood.

Sugawara was just about to demand he leave him alone once again when he asked,

“What did you order?”

“Oh my god,” Sugawara reached up and rubbed his temple. “Listen. I’m not interested.”

“Not… interested? In having the right coffee?”

“I get it,” Sugawara looked up at him. “And I appreciate it. It takes a lot of courage to approach strangers in public. But I’m really not interested. I just want to sit here, drink my coffee, look at my shitty memes, and then leave.”

“That’s fine but-”

“You don’t know how to deal with rejection, do you?”

“Rejection? What rejection? You rejecting my request to give me the coffee I paid for?” His brows furrowed and he crossed his thick arms over his chest, biceps bulging.

“Look, I know what you’re doing,” Sugawara leaned forward. “You saw me sitting here and wanted to talk to me and so made up an excuse to strike up conversation. It’s sweet. But I’m not in the conversation mood.”


“So if you understand… then please leave me alone.”

“Take a sip,” the man suggested, gesturing to the cup. “I guarantee that’s not your coffee.”

Sugawara groaned and leaned back against his chair once more. “You are relentless. Listen. I do not want to date you.”

“Well I’m glad we agree on something then.”

They glared at each other for a long moment before the man pointed at the cup again.

“Take a fuckin’ sip.”

Sugawara rolled his eyes and lifted the cup to his mouth. He blew into the small opening of the lid momentarily and then put it to his lips and took a sip.

And then started sputtering and coughing, holding the cup away.

“Oh my god, what the fuck is this?” Sugawara pressed the back of his hand to his mouth and regarded the cup with disgust. “Is this just… black coffee?”

“It’s an Americano, actually,” the man plucked the cup from his hand. “Which now has your Garfield I hate Mondays bad attitude all over it.”

“Coconut Cap,” the barista called from across the shop and Sugawara stared as he set a cup down on the counter and immediately turned away to straighten the danishes in their glass container.

Heat rushed to Sugawara’s cheeks and he wanted to sink into the floor. He lifted his hands and pressed them to his face.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“In your defense, it was kind of rude of him to make mine first when you ordered before me.”

Sugawara lowered his hands and stared up at the man, who continued to regard him with slight irritation.

“I’m so sorry,” he said in shame. “I’m so sorry. I can’t believe how rude I was…”

The man hesitated and then hummed, “Nah… it’s okay…”

“Please let me make it up to you,” Sugawara stood and clasped his hands in front of him. “Please. I feel like a piece of shit. I can’t start my day out like that.”


“I was so rude. I’m so sorry. Let me… Let me buy you something. A… a muffin or another coffee or… whatever you like.”

“It’s okay-”

“It’s not okay. I was rude.”

“Yeah but… I mean… it might’ve been a little rude of me to pay the guy extra to make mine first so I would have a reason to strike up a conversation with you in the first place.”

Sugawara froze.

The man avoided his stare, reaching up and scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

“You…” Sugawara blinked in surprise. “You… planned it?”

“W-well…” his cheeks flooded with color.

Sugawara laughed and punched him on the shoulder. The man winced and rubbed the spot.

“I fucking knew it!” Sugawara exclaimed, pressing a hand to his stomach as he cackled. “I knew it! You were just trying to flirt with me! Bastard!”

“Can you blame me?” he grumbled, staring down at his coffee.

Sugawara giggled and wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes. He examined the man once more, paying special attention to the endearing way his short black hair stood up in the front.

“M-My name is Daichi, by the way,” the man said. “If… if you were wondering.”

Sugawara snorted into his hand and then grinned up at him, “Suga.”

For a moment they hummed and haahed, avoiding eye contact and shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.

Sugawara cleared his throat and clasped his hands behind his back, “Well… if my terrible personality didn’t scare you away… I’d very much like to buy you that muffin…”

The man met his gaze. Sugawara smiled.

“Ah… well… your personality is pretty terrible. But…” he averted his eyes once more. “I don’t really scare that easily.”

Sugawara laughed again and moved around the man, touching him gently on the shoulder as he passed. “Wait here then. Is blueberry okay?”

“Blueberry is perfect.”

Sugawara grinned and moved to the counter to fetch his coffee and buy the muffin. As he waited for the barista to fill his order, his eyes wandered back towards his table and met Daichi’s gaze once more, sitting in the chair across from Sugawara’s. He startled at being caught staring, and quickly looked away, cheeks flaming.

Sugawara smirked and collected the muffin when the barista set it down in front of him.

Maybe he was in the mood after all.

Originally posted by orianne-ugh

borkbirk  asked:

Can you by chance. Write me a story of Meihem. But it's were Mei cleans up Jameson. Like he has a nice suit on and bathed. Yes bathed and she shows him off to everyone and roadhog last?

“Jami-Jamison sit still please!”

Mei’s voice was exasperated as she tried to get her fidgety boyfriend to stop moving and splashing as she scrubbed shampoo into his soot-laced hair. She was being careful and gentle, not wanting to pull out any more of his constantly shedding, thinning hair out. The petite woman stood outside of the bathtub in her room, Junkrat’s sitting form still coming up to her shoulders as she bathed him. This is what it had taken to get Junkrat into the tub, the promise that ‘she’d join him’. And join him she had, just not as naked as Jamison would have liked; already bathed and dressed in her namesake deep blue tanktop and a pair of shorts that Jamison had offered to take off for her. She declined.

Instead, Mei had motioned for him to enter the tub she had already filled with piping hot water, just the way he liked his showers, and had an array of bath bombs set up outside of the tub as a affectionate atonement for her deception. Jamison had pouted fiercely, arms crossed and grumbling about how his ‘lil snowflake’ has tricked him. He kept up his behavior until she had begun to scrub heartily at his back, drawing purrs from the lanky Junker, his body turning to putty for the rest of the bath. Mei was thorough, scrubbing dirt, soot, gunpowder and whatever manner of mess clung to his skin. It took time and elbow grease but soon, Mei had managed to find what really lay under all those layers of unclean. His skin was tanned, if not a bit red from her aggressive washing, and he was covered from head to toe in freckles. Mei’s fingers had lingered, quietly assessing the freckles with intense curiosity before Junkrat would grab her hand and nip at her fingertips only to be blushily admonished. Now she had finally made it to his hair.

“Can’t help it, darl”, Junkrat exclaims, fidgeting a bit more before tossing up his arms. “Tickles! That ‘n I feel…naked!”

“You are naked”, Mei answered back, expression deadpan but tone holding a hint of a chuckle.

“Yeah I am”, Junkrat answered with a waggle of his bushy brows, tittering as Mei flicked him light in the back of the head. “I mean without me dirt! Just don’t feel natural!”

Mei understood, she really did. The Omnium explosion had torn a hole in the ozone layer above continent of Australia, leaving the land highly susceptible to adverse weather conditions and a concerning lack of protection from the sun. Heat prevented clothing being used as a skin protectant so instead dirt, mud and various homemade concoctions guarded them from debilitating sunburns. Mei had done her research, her expertise in climatology granting her insight into the possible ripple effects a severe climate changes might have on a society. The Eastern coastal cities used technology to bubble their city, the less sophisticated Junkers used dirt. But they weren’t in Australia anymore.

Roadhog had taken to daily bathing as if it was an old, dear friend, the elder Junker always clean and smelling of whatever perfumes or colognes or deodorants caught his fancy. Junkrat, however, had never been a daily bather, had never known the joys of relaxing in a hot shower or tub. The demolitionist would lament how Roadie would ‘hold him down in the water and scrub ‘im like a dog’, often followed by the agitated statement of ‘just wash your own ass and I wouldn’t have to’. But bathing was out of his comfort zone, the dirt and soot on his skin kind of like a comforting blanket when he wasn’t ‘home in Oz’ anymore. He had gotten better since he had been at the Watchpoint though. Mei’s soft reminders of he couldn’t lay in her bed if he was dirty combined with Mako’s nurturing threats to drown him again actually coaxing the man into washing at least twice a week of his own volition. Now the only smell that seemed to linger with him was that of gunpowder and firewood, even when he was covered in a fine layer of dust. Tonight’s event, however, demanded absolute cleanliness.

Tonight was the first official formal gala for the newly legalized Overwatch. It was an all hands on deck event, even the uncouth Junker required to be on hand site, to let the world know about their brand new, legal reputation. Best behaviors were expected and anyone stepping out of line would be reprimanded. Normally this wouldn’t be nearly as threatening or terrifying as one might think, but when Ana was the one doling out the punishment it was no joke. Mei sped up the washing of his hair as much as she could, the dirty burn blonde locks turning gold-platinum in the bright light of the bathroom. Wiping her forehead, she took a half-step back to appraise her hard work and couldn’t help the blush that rose to her cheeks as she surveyed him.

She had always believed that Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes was attractive but seeing him clean and pristine was something brand new. In the oddest of ways, he was devilishly attractive in his duality. He was raunchy and dirty and passionate and excitable and a chaotic force that gave hurricanes a run for their money, but he could also be gentle and tooth rottingly sweet and tender. Nibbling lightly on her bottom lip, Mei could feel a blush rise to her cheeks, only growing darker as Jamison stood up with a flirty smirk on his lips. Mei’s hand clapped over her face, less in embarrassment and more in exasperation as the Junker shook his hips, his dick slapping his thighs audibly. How he managed to do that in a tub, mostly filled with water without either of his prosthetics would be impressive if it wasn’t so damn raunchy.

“You are impossible”, she sighed, dropping her hands from her face and rolling her eyes at him, not fighting the slightly amused smirk that crossed her lips. His toothy grin didn’t waver, but the movements of his hips stopped as he Mei moved closer and reached out to him.

“Knew ya couldn’t keep your hands offa me snowflake”, Junkrat teased as Mei’s arm easily wraps around his small waist, helping to hoist him out of the tub and setting him down on a chair she had brought into the room.

He practically purred like a pleased feral cat, shaking his shoulders as Mei gently pat him down with the towel, drying his skin gently and carefully. Next came a layer of unscented body lotion, a spritz of a special cologne and a gentle combing through his hair. Junkrat blabbered on and on as Mei groomed him tenderly, his golden eyes glittering as he relaxed underneath her tender touch. The Junker made a mental note to return the favor but for now he would bask in the delightful feel of her hands all over his body. As Mei backed away from Jamison, he couldn’t help the cheeky grin and unbalanced pose she struck for her. The petite Chinese woman’s hands jump of to her lips, stifling the giggles that he was able to so easily pull from her lips. Mei’s giggle was like music to his ears, soft and tinkling and punctuated with a slight snort if something was especially funny to her. Hearing her laugh was one of his greatest goals and he was pretty successful at it most of the time, stroking his pride and filling him with as much warmth as a napalm.

“Ey Mei”, Jamison questioned as his eyes darted around the bathroom, searching for something and not finding it. “Where’s me arm and leg?”

“Oh I have a surprise for you”, Mei exclaimed, clapping her hands together in sudden remembrance. She held up a finger before rushing out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, returning with something held behind her back. “Ta-da!!”

She thrusts her arms out, a grin on her face as she revealed her gift for him. They were newly built prosthetics, streamlined and completely black with bright neon orange lights and joints as highlights. The arm was extremely similar to Symmetra’s, but it had obviously been sized and created just for Junkrat. His peg leg was done in a similar fashion, the shocks and joints and cushioning covered while still tapering off into a thin, high shined black peg. A nervous smile settled on Mei’s lips as she waited for Jamison’s reaction, eyes dropping sheepishly to the new prosthetics.

“I-I hope this is okay”, she exclaimed, face growing redder as she locked her focus on the limbs. “I-I know you made all of yours but I-I thought th-that maybe a formal pair might be nice! S-So Satya helped me to design so-some. But it’s okay if you don’t like them! I ho-hope I didn’t overstep…sorry.”

When Junkrat still hadn’t replied, Mei peeked up at him through her lashes, her face and neck burning as she finally looked at her boyfriend. His bottom lip was quivering, a watery smile on his lips, tears of joy actually rolling down his cheeks.

“For me”, Junkrat questioned, pressing a hand against his chest and grinning wider and wider. He roughly pushed the tears away, sniffing hard and giggling softly. “Thank ya, snowflake!”

“You’re welcome Jamie”, Mei said warmly before slightly shaking the limbs. “Let’s finish getting ready!”

“Whoa…nice look Junkman!”

“No fricking way….nice going Mei!”


“Nice looking, my friend!”

Junkrat was fighting a mix of emotions; to puff out his chest and bask in the glory or to shy away because all the attention was making him sheepish. Mei held onto his hand light, smiling up at him in a way that managed to push the anxious buzzing from his stomach. She really had gone all out to make sure the both of them looked their best. She had her hair half up, half down, a small bun held back by a white chrysanthemum pin while the rest of her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulder and face. Her dress was a crimson floor length halter top a-line with a knee high slit that showed off her toned calves and cream colored heels. Her makeup was soft and sweet, a sweeping of pink blush and a deep pink gloss across her lips. Junkrat had gushed, slack jawed and starry eyes as Mei had gotten ready that evening, fawning over her with what felt like hundreds of compliments. She was sure that she had heard how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to have her and how everyone would look like shit in comparison. While Mei was nothing to sniff at, everyone was gawking at Junkrat.

Mei had gone above and beyond to make the younger Junker look just as amazing as she always thought he did. He wore a black tuxedo and white dress shirt, tailored and fitted to fit the lithe frame of the demolitionist; orange tie, handkerchief and dress socks a pop shocking pop of color against the monochrome outfit. The right leg of his tux had been rolled up, showing off the new, sleek black and orange prosthetic he had been gifted, Mei gently holding onto his black hand. His light blonde hair had been combed back and gelled into a coif, giving his angular face a stylish, sharp look. With all the dirt gone, hair styled and dressed in actually fitting clothes, the Junker looked his age if not a bit younger. He looked attractive and clean and completely unlike the Junkrat they had grown used to, Junkrat practically glowing with pride at all the compliments being bestowed upon him.

“Oh Mako”, Mei said with a grin, adjusting her glasses needlessly once more as she peered across the room. The man had placed himself in a corner, away from all the action and attention that was buzzing around towards the front of the hall. Smiling apologetically at her friends, she began to push through the small throng of agents that stood in front of them. “Sorry sorry, we will be right back.”

“Oy Hog”, Junkrat exclaimed, a part of him perking up as soon as he caught sight of his bodyguard and best friend. “Whatcha think mate?”

Mako was without his mask, his silver bushy brows lifting in surprise as his dark eyes studied his employer. Roadhog glanced at Mei before giving a slight wink, grunting low in his throat and giving a slight shrug of the shoulder. The both of them giggled softly as they watched his shoulders sink before Junkrat moved forward and placed one heavy hand on Jamison’s shoulder and the other on Mei’s

“Nice”, Roadhog said simply, the single worded compliment making the younger Junker’s eyes light up, a tittering giggle leaving his mouth. “Good job Mei.”

“Oy it’s my face mate!”

“And she actually made it look halfway decent.”

“Fuckin’ ru–”

“What was that?”

“N-nothin’ mate! I got it, thanks for the compliment!”

Mei covered her mouth, tickled pink and proud at the highest of compliments coming from the other Junker. Squeezing Jamison’s hand lightly she smiled sweetly at him, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand tenderly.

“You look very nice.”

Junkrat’s eyes lit up even brighter, giving a sharp toothed grin to his petite date.

“Well thank ya darlin!!”


Part One

Part Two

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Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Peter had imagined MANY terrible things he’d probably see when he and Felix returned to the camp.

Maybe you were running in circles as the boys chased you with weapons. You could be fighting the boys off.

He didn’t expect to find you yelling at them while they were all doing push ups.

 'Come on you wimps! Weren’t you nuggets trying to scare me a minute ago? Scrawny arms aren’t scary, they’re laughable!’ you yelled.

‘What happened here?’ he asked.

‘Your boys tried to threaten to beat me up. My response was “With those twiggy arms? You boys can’t charge at me until you bench more than you weigh.” So I’m training them to fight me.’ you answered angrily.

‘What the hell Peter? I don’t know who I’m more pissed at; you for having these chumps chase me through the woods, or me for letting myself be chased by chumps. These are the saddest soldiers I’ve ever seen.’ your glared at the boys.

‘Sorry I didn’t train them like soldiers.’ he smiled.

‘This is no training at all. Watch this, boys up on your feet.’ she said turning to the boys.

The boys all groaned as they stood up, muscles aching from the workout you had given them.

‘Archers, front and center, flex those arms. See that? Your archers have weak arms, that means the arrow won’t fly as far or hit as hard. Archers back down, hunters you’re up. Show your calves, these are what I call chicken legs. Weak legs equal slow runners, and missed prey. The list goes on.’ you informed.

Peter seemed to be both shocked and impressed by this information.

‘I’ve been with these boys for centuries and thought there was no fiercer group of boys. You were with them a few hours and found all these flaws.’ Peter said.

‘Yeah, that says more about you than it does me.’ you smiled.

‘I sure can pick ‘em can’t I Felix?’ Peter smiled to his most loyal boy.

‘Well she is the daughter of warriors, is she not.’ Felix smiled.

‘My parents ran a military school,’ you sighed.

Your parents.

Peter saw the change in your face and was struck by a wave of worry.

‘Boys, lets cut today short, tomorrow real training starts.’ she said before turning away and heading away from the camp.

Peter followed of course.

‘Are you OK?’ he asked, the sincerity in his voice startling both of you.

‘I’m fine.’

‘You’re lying.’

‘My parents.’ is all you said as you leaned against a random tree.

Peter sighed, it always happens. It’s why the island cried most nights. They always wonder if the ones they left behind are looking for them, or they miss them.

‘They probably don’t know I’m gone, probably won’t care when they find out. After all these years of being disappointed I still hold a bit of hope that maybe they care a little. Once I was trained it was like they had finished their jobs and they were on to the next trainee.’ you sighed.

Peter wasn’t good at this, he could make anyone hate anything and anyone he wanted, but he couldn’t make people feel better. So he just leaned on the tree with you.

‘You know what its like to be trained and not raised? I can fight off ten attackers on a bad day, I can survive in the woods for weeks with nothing but the clothes on my back. I can survive, I can’t live.’ you said, finding yourself putting your head on Peter’s shoulder.

‘I can barely put my hair in a few basic ponytails, I never played a video game, or hung out with friends from school.’ you confided.

‘So what you said before, about boyfriends?’ Peter asked carefully.

‘Lies, no boy was dumb enough to attempt to wink at the Dean’s daughter.’ you smiled.

‘Well lucky for you I seem to be dumb.’ he smiled before winking.

‘You’re so lame.’ you laughed.

‘And you’re lost.’ he said.

‘Maybe.’ you sighed.

You two stayed like that, leaning again’st the tree, your head on his shoulder as you talked. It felt great to talk to someone about all this, you were glad he was silently listening and letting you rant.

No one had ever done that.

The Grind Never Stops

Title: The Grind Never Stops
Author: MarionetteFtHJM
Rating: Explicit
Length: 5–10k words
Genre: Mutual Pining, Smut
Summary: Jimin doesn’t believe his eyes - then again, he’s not wearing his glasses or contacts, but. But there it is - he’s close enough to see it. It being Jeon Jungkook - the school’s best basketball player, one of the best students by academic standards, the elusive heartthrob that leaves all the girls (and some of the boys) thirsty - wearing his basketball shorts and showing off his great calves. But no, that’s not what Jimin’s looking at. What Jimin is looking at is a thing of dreams - that are of the wet variety.

First Date - Taehyung

Anon Request: First date with BTS

ksj | myg | jhs | knj | pjm | kth | jjk

A/n: i’d probably stab a hoe for a chance to go out with Taehyung…


Taehyung is a fun boyyy for sure and he’s super fun to write about! 


  • The cutest boy is taking you to the annual carnival for a date… your first
  • when he asked you out you practically exploded right there in front of him
  • it was no secret you’ve been crushing on this cutie patootie for a while now… needless to say you were excited
  •  Taehyung was so soft
  • He looked like he was glowing 
  • The bright sun shone down on his fluffy brown hair and his smile was bigger than all the Great Lakes combined 
  • You walked to the carnival, sandals slapping against the sidewalk 
  • He was dressed in these shorts that showed how toned his calves were 
  • It was hard not to look him up and down, sneaking peeks whenever you could… He’s the definition of hot and it being hot outside made it hard not to physically burn up or erode away 
  • He pulled you through the rows and stalls 
  • Giggling and trying not to yank too hard on you as he weaved through the crowd excitedly
  • He abruptly stopped you at the ring toss, eyeing the giant pikachu’s that hung from the makeshift stall roof
  • He wasted a good portion of his money until he finally won, shoving the pikachu into your arms with a giant smile gracing his face
  • Ten smaller stuffies later, along a few blown up dolphins and a toy hammer, you were overwhelmed with prizes
  • The carni was nice enough to offer you a few plastic bags to help you carry your winnings, and you thanked the strange man before following Taehyung through the crowded feild once more
  • you found yourselves at the concession stand 
  • He bought you so many snacks spoiling you rotten 
  • Each of you had a bag of Cotton candy in hand and arms full of other snacks
  •  You sat down at table under an umbrella and dropped your pile of candies on the table, and carefully setting your pikachu next to you on the bench seat
  • Giggling and throwing popcorn in each others mouths
  • Eating your caramel apples and French fries You put the rest of your snacks in the empty Cotton candy bag and continued on with the day, 
  • He paid $5 for you to enter in a sidewalk chalk art competition 
  • You handed over your bags of stuffies to Taehyung and put your game face on
  • scribbling over the pavement and colouring where necessary, it didn’t take long for Taehyung to recognize what your art was turning out to be, and eagerly dropped your prizes to come help you
  • the two of you were covered in dusty colours by the end, laughing and wiping the chalk onto each others faces
  • time for the judges to pick the winners
  • You won 
  • You and taes majestic dragon artwork was out of this world 
  • First place ribbon to y'all 
  • As the sun was going down the heat wasn’t letting up 
  • Taehyung went to sit on the dunk tank and you threw 3 balls at the target 
  • The first missed 
  • earning you a smug snicker from a cocky taehyung, perched precariously on the wobbly seat above the tank, mocking you
  • No one mocks you and gets away with it
  • You threw the next with all the strength you could muster
  • And your second ball hit smack on the target
  • The look of shock on his face as he hit the cold water had you cackling like a child who had stolen the last cookie successfully
  • A soggy Taehyung walked you home - not just dripping with good looks anymore ;)
  • At your front step you turned to say good bye, a shy smile perking his pink lips
  • Next thing you knew you were being pulled into the tightest, wettest hug you’d ever received
  • “TAEHYUNG!!”
  • That bastard
  • How dare he
  • You pulled away screaming and laughing, dropping your pikachu and racing down the sidewalk away from him while he chased you happily up and down the block until he was almost dry
  • He tugged you back for a second hug, less wet, but just as tight
  • “Wanna go again tomorrow?”
  • You nod at him happily, and finally part ways, carrying all your prizes inside with you
  • They’ll be perfect reminders of the amazing day you had with Taehyung