well the first two at least

Johnny Gaudreau imagine

This imagine is short but so is Johnny. Mitch Marner imagine is scheduled for tomorrow.

300 words

Originally posted by frenchratnyr

“Come on Johnny, I want to see everything.”

You stretched your legs out and started to walk around the car. You and Johnny had rented a little lake house in the Rocky’s for two weeks and you had just arrived. He came out of the car and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Why don’t we go inside first? See how we’ll be living for the next two weeks?”

You turned around in his embrace and stood on your tiptoes to look him in the eyes. 

“Any particular room you’d like to check out first?”

“Well the description said that the place has a nice bedroom.”

You turned your head away to laugh. 

“Oh my goodness Johnny, that was literally the least smooth thing you ever said to me. Including your awful pickup line when you first asked me out.”

The night was still vivid in your head. You had gone to a bar with some of your friends and you were just getting another round for your table when a tall guy stopped you and hit you with the “my friend thinks you’re cute” line. But his friend, your Johnny, did look cute so you gave him your number and told him that his friend should call you once he become brave. You were really glad Johnny mustered up the courage. 

“The house also has a big fireplace with a bear rug in front of it.”

“Did you seriously pick out our vacation home based on the most cliche ways to have sex?”

Johnny blushed and it was honestly the cutest thing you had ever seen. 

“Aw, you did? That’s cute. And weird. But mostly cute.”

“I didn’t pick it solely based on that. I also looked for pretty nature surrounding it so you could take pictures for your blog.”

He was still blushing hard. It was adorable. 

“Well … how about we go check out the bedroom first and then have a look around?”

Johnny smiled and you kissed him. 


@appallingappeal asked: if that’s cell division why isnt it growing? (as a reaction on the frog development video)

Well, the fertilized egg starts cleaving in at first two parts, but later cleaves in four, eight, sixteen and so-on. The one thing you must remember is that the protective layers of the egg cannot grow as the embryo grows. This is why the the embryo does not grow in size, at least in the earlier stages. Here’s a diagram of how it would work: 

Only when a neural tube, tail and the typical “embryo” shape starts to form, the embryo grows a bit. 

All egg-bearing animals have this problem, they do not have enough space to actually grow that much! Look for example in snails species, which lay a lot of small eggs with small embryo’s, or a few large egg with big embryo’s.

This is how it is: Trump gets sworn in January 20th. We’ve still got 2.5-ish months under the Obama Administration. Between now and then there’s the chance to make a media circus out of Donald Trump’s upcoming sexual assault trial, creating more friction between him and his party, giving us at least a little breathing room in congress. He’s appointing three new judges this term, so checks and balances (which weren’t really adjusted well for a two-party system) won’t be in good working condition for the Democrats (which counts third-party and non-voters and basically any minority because welcome to reality). 

So first thing: fight for that media circus. House reps will do ANYTHING for reelection. Friction within the party will force them to pick sides.

Second thing: VOTE IN 2018. Mid-term elections are a thing. ALL 435 SEATS OF THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES WILL BE CONTESTED. Go out and VOTE. We can win back the house. That’s one victory we sorely need. 33/100 SEATS OF SENATE WILL BE CONTESTED. We can win that back, too. 38 GOVERNORSHIPS WILL BE CONTESTED. If your county’s red, time to turn that around. VOTE ON NOVEMBER 6TH, 2018.

The clock is ticking guys.

reasons to watch bojack horseman

  • realistic and super honest portrayal of depression, anxiety, loneliness and identity issues
  • super fleshed out and endearing characters
  • crazy good continuity, like, shit man, just the best. no loose ends, ever.  
  • SUPER clever writing, overarching plot lines are done SO WELL. 
  • u can rewatch it so many times and still find new and incredibly clever themes, foreshadowing and references (i speak from experience, i have watched the first two seasons at least 5 times each)
  • cast of incredible voice acting talent, including kristen schaal, aaron paul, stanley tucci, ben schwartz, lisa kudrow and kristen chenoweth, to name  a FEW
  • as well as a metric fuck tonne of special guest voices, including daniel freaking radcliffe, tatiana maslany, wallace shawn, lance bass, and john krasinski 
  • excellent portrayal of a character having an abortion in which they do not experience any guilt or turmoil over the decision, and the character receives great support from their partner and friends.
  • CANON ACE CHARACTER WHO IS AN ACTUAL RAY OF SUNSHINE. just trust me. my sweet child, i love them. 
  • in conclusion, this show is so good, and so validating without being condescending or romanticising very real struggles. 10/10. pls watch.
I Refuse To Be Boring (Dan x Reader smut)

A/N: okay so second fiction post if the day but I’m gonna try to see if anyone likes this? It’s my first attempt at smut, I’m so sorry.

Your boyfriend, Dan Howell, was the nicest thing ever. Like seriously, you couldn’t pay him to be rude. Or rough for that matter…yes, exactly what you think, I mean sex. Dan was timid in a way. He never showed dominance in anyway. Sex was good, but slow and sometimes boring. It’s weird to say but sometimes he was just too nice.

Well, at least until tonight. Tonight he was spontaneous, shocking.

You two were hanging out watching movies with a few friends at Dan’s apartment. Both of you cuddled under a blanket, your legs over Dan’s lap.

Suddenly you feel his hand climb up your leg and into your sweatpants, drawing circles on your covered core. A blush started to develop on your face, everyone was too focused on the movie to notice you.

“Dan, what are you doing?” you whispered to him.

“Why nothing, love, what are you doing?” he whispered back, smirking and putting more pressure into his rubbing.

You tried to squirm around, but that made it worse. You saw him silently chuckle when you had to cover your face to cover how red you were. You notice that Dan has slipped under your panties, finger moving up and down your slit.

Dan leaned into you, lips leaving wet breath on your ear, he whispered “This wet, Y/N? Is this what turns you on? Me playing with you, in front of all of our friends…” He then put one of his fingers inside you, causing your breath to hitch and your back to arch a bit. You quickly looked around for an excuse to get up and leave.

Popcorn you thought, “The popcorn bowl is empty guys! I’ll go fill it back up!” the ‘okays’ echoed as you left, but not even five seconds after you left the room, you heard Dan say, “Oh I hid another one somewhere from Phil, she won’t find it on her own.” people laughed.

“I found it, you can go out now.” you said. Honestly, you were beyond turned on from the experience.

“What’s the rush?” he turned you toward him and began to suck on your neck, one hand on your waist the other cupping and fondling your breast.

“What’s gotten into you?” you asked, enjoying the touch so much that your words came out very quiet.

“You,” he said, slightly angry now, “You don’t think I hear what you say to your friends? 'He’s a bit boring in bed’? I do,” his hand began to slide down to your waistband, “You don’t think I know when you fake a second orgasm to boost my ego? I do.” his hand now in your panties again, “You don’t think I hear when you have to play with yourself because you’re 'not in the mood for slow sex’? I do.” his finger is back in your hole, moving in circles in you, then putting in another pumping it in and out. You had no idea he knew about all of this, you felt so bad.

“F-fuck…” escaped your lips.

“Am I still boring?” He said as he removed his fingers. He slipped down your, taking your sweatpants and underwear down with him. “N-no…” you managed to get out before he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and ate you out violently. “You taste so good, babe, better than usual.” he mumbled into your core. His hot, wet breath and tongue giving off ultimate pleasure. “Holy shit, Dan!” you whisper-screamed as he licked into your g-spot. You were about to cum when he got up from his position, undoing his jeans and pulling them off along with his boxers.

“I refuse to be boring. So if it’s rough sex you want, rough sex is what you’ll get.”

He pinned you against the kitchen wall, “Jump.” he commanded, and you did. He caught you and wrapped you around his middle, teasing you a bit sliding the head of his length up and down your wetness. “Ready, baby?” you furiously nodded, feeling hornier than ever in your life.

He quickly pushed into you, stopping for a moment to let you adjust to his size. He started somewhat slow, but within seconds was pushing in and out of you hard and fast.

“You like that? Much better than when we do it any other time, right Y/N?” You were too far into lust to speak, he wasn’t 'making love’ to you now, he was screwing you.

“Oh my god, Y-Y/N…” Dan moaned, at that sound you let go your orgasm, sex juices dripping down his dick. He rode you through your high, still not giving into his. “Dan, go ahead and let go…” you said him still pumping into your now sensitive core.

“Oh no, did you think you were only getting one?” Dan pulled out, flipped you around and bent you over, now bringing you into him from your hips, it didn’t take very long for you to cum again, except this time you were practically shaking with your orgasm.

Dan couldn’t hold it anymore, he pulled out “Get on your knees and get ready to swallow,” he commanded and he jerked himself to his end, when he had reached it he grabbed a chunk of your hair being sure you got all of his juices in your mouth, and as you were asked, you swallowed.

“Good girl,” Dan said, panting as he put his jeans back on. You began to dress yourself too, and fix your hair.

“Dan, I’m sorry-” you began to say for everything you’d said about him.

“Forget it, I know I was boring.”

You remembered the popcorn, washed your hands and put the popcorn in a bowl beginning to head back out.

'Y/N, I love you.“ Dan said following you out.

"I love you too Dan,” you quickly gave him a passionate kiss.

As you sat back down on the couch, Phil said, “Y/N, you’ve got some of the icing on the side of your mouth. I knew you been eating the frosting from the tube!” You wiped your mouth glaring at Dan who was again silently chuckling.

“Sorry for my bad aim,” Dan smirked as he whispered to you.

Fake Chats #19
  • Taehyung: ~Jin of the Jungle~
  • Jimin: I don't get your point
  • Taehyung: there's no point, I just think it's funny
  • Jimin: okay?
  • Taehyung: Kookie would've at least been meme-y about it
  • Jimin: so go talk to Kookie
  • Jungkook: I made that joke two days ago, stop copying me
  • Taehyung: yeah, well Jimin was born in Busan first!
  • Jungkook: ?
  • Taehyung: and so what if Jiminnie and I are always whispering? We're best friends!
  • Jungkook: is your logic in a safe you've forgotten the password of?
  • Taehyung: nobody understands me
  • Yoongi: that's the first sensible thing you've said today
My brother’s best friend 4 || D.H.

A/N: I hope this turned out alright. There is not much action/ drama but it’s still cute  (I hope so at least). This is the last part.

Word Count: 1.4K

3rd and first perspective


Originally posted by shinyphan

A short silence followed. The two of them just breathed into the phone.

“What do you mean ‘she is not at my place’?” Phil eventually asked his best friend, trying to remain calm.

“Well, she just isn’t. Why is she not at home?” Dan wanted to know, confusion noticeable in his voice.

“I don’t know, okay? I thought she’d be at yours. Do you think she just left?” Phil was by now enormously worried and Dan could tell.

“Let’s find her.”

After Phil had hung up he immediately called his sister. It rang a few times and then it went to voice mail. He didn’t leave a message instead he just tried to ring her again. Once again no luck.

Y/N would have probably picked up if she weren’t cuddled up on the sofa in her best friend’s living room. The two of them always have girl’s nights whenever one of them feels down. So they watched a Zac Efron movie while eating ice cream at nearly 1 am. Shortly before they turned on the TV, Y/N told Sam everything that had happened and she ensured her that the whole dating Dan thing will surely work out in the end. Meanwhile her phone was in her bag in Sam’s room, out of reach and unable to hear.

“Dan, I called her like 5 times and she didn’t pick up!”

Phil didn’t have the time to even say hello. His sister had never done something like that before.

“Okay, I’ll be at your house in 10 minutes.”

Just like Sam earlier that night, Dan came to rescue his best friend. Phil was already waiting in the drive way although it was freezing outside. He immediately jumped into the car when it arrived.

“We should drive through the neighbourhood.” Phil suggested, again without greeting his best friend, there wasn’t enough time for that.

So Dan started driving while Phil hectically stared out of the window and got excited whenever he thought to see somebody move in the dark, but the shadows he saw were just cats.

“This is all your fault” Phil mumbled and Dan couldn’t believe his ears.

“What?! I just kissed her.”

“I know.” Phil breathed in frustration. “It’s not your fault at all.” He then added sounding devastated.

It was silent again in the car, both of them weren’t in the mood to listen to music in a situation like this.

“I’m sorry.”

Phil’s voice was so quiet that it was barely audible.

“I was way too rude to you and Y/N. I don’t know why I overreacted like that.” he admitted and could feel a little part of the weight on his shoulders vanish.

“She’s your little sister it’s completely normal to feel the need to protect her.” Dan tried to cheer his best friend up, he was just glad that he was insightful.

“I think I was just shocked to see you two like that. I know that you are not a bad guy but I- I still got so angry at you. I thought you were just sneaking around with her behind my back for fun, but I noticed that she means a lot to you.” Phil couldn’t stop explaining himself and apologizing.

It was all his fault that they had to drive through the whole neighbourhood to search for his sister and he knew that and it crushed him. At first, he thought Dan was the bad guy in this story, but it was actually him. The awareness of that put his stomach in a twist and he fiddled with his hands out of worry.

“Phil, I really like Y/N.” Dan calmly declared and he meant it.

“I know.”

“I should have told you about my feelings for her earlier.”

“I shouldn’t have freaked out.”

After driving around the block for more than half an hour Phil had nearly lost all his hope. He leaned his head against the cold class of the car window. His eyes still didn’t leave the pavement.

“Dan?” Phil asked carefully.

“Yes?” his best friend answered. One could tell that Dan was curious by now.

“When you and my sister start dating, promise me to not forget about me.”

At first, Dan thought he was joking but he realized that Phil was being serious.

“Phiiilll, why would we ever do that?”

“I don’t know, I’m gonna be the third wheel and you two will only hang out with each other. Without me.”

Phil was afraid to finally put his fear into words. It was true, he was afraid of losing both his sister and his best friend and they were the two most important people in his life.

“Nothing is gonna change, we could just hang out together. It’s not like we are just gonna forget you, Phil.”

Phil took a deep breath and felt that he had calmed down a bit now and he felt a lot lighter.

“Do you think we should give up and drive-“ before he was able to finish his sentence he got interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. It was so loud that it nearly made him jump.

“Hello!” he nearly shouted when he saw the caller ID and immediately picked up.

“Hi, why are you not sleeping?” Y/n asked she sounded confused and tired.

“Sleeping? How am I supposed to sleep when you just ran away?”

“Ran away? I am at Sam’s house.”

Sam’s house. Of course! Phil felt stupid for not thinking about that earlier, she’d always go there for girl’s nights.

“I was so worried about you.” Phil admitted instead of being angry at her. He had already caused enough trouble today and it was not her fault for needing a nice chat with her best friend after all the horrible things he had said.

Phil and I had a long talk after all that happened that night. He sincerely apologized for the way he acted and we went back to normal.

*5 months later*

“Prepare to lose Howell!” I shouted as I pressed play on my controller and started the game.

We were sat in the living room in front of the TV and played video games. At first Dan, Phil and I all played against each other and the best two got into the finale. Dan wasn’t wrong when he said that I’m better at this game than my brother.

“Never in a million years, Little Lester.”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname but had to grin like a fool anyway.

After a few minutes, it turned out that I was clearly the better player.

“I will never understand how you can be so good at this?” Dan sighed, annoyed that he was going to bitterly lose against me.

“Well, I had the best teacher.” I explained while high fiving my elder brother.

Phil had a huge smile on his face while Dan fake pouted.

“I wouldn’t be that confident of your victory, baby.”

“You are so far behind, it is nearly impossible for you to win.” I grinned amused.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that either.” Dan said with a smirk and I knew something was off.

In the matter of a second he had taken the controller out of my hand and started tickling me with his huge hands.

I immediately started laughing so hard that I didn’t make a sound anymore. I tried to push him away from me put he had lifted me onto his lap and wouldn’t let go no matter how hard I kicked him with my feet.

“ST-OP” I manged to croak in between heavy breaths in desperate need of air.

“Say I am the best boyfriend in the world and also the best at any video game.” Dan suggested grinning widely. He stopped tickling me for a second so I could take a breath.

I shook my head no, teasing him.

Dan immediately attacked me with his large hands again, tickling my sides. I squirmed under his touch and felt how my face got red because of the lack of oxygen.

“OKAy! I- I’ll say it. Anything just please stop!” I squealed, giving in.

Dan seemed satisfied and actually stopped. “Let me hear it then.” He said cockily.

“I am the best boyfriend in the world and also the best at any video game.” I giggled and Phil who had to witness the whole scene started cracking up.

“Dad jokes? Really, Y/N?” Dan sighed annoyed but he was still smiling.

“Don’t act like you don’t love them, Dan.” I chuckled proud of myself.

“I really do love you.”

I couldn’t help but blush at his words. He was just too cheesy and cute.

We both leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met. They slowly moved against each other. I ran my hands though his brown hair as his tongue brushed my –

“GUYS! Not when I am here.” Phil complained and acted like he had to cover his eyes.

Friendly reminder that they didn’t mentioned THE KISS because: 

1. The anime is a sports anime, romance was never the focus; 

2. The romance is presented as just any other healthy romance, no yaoi tropes, just two people in love;

3. They’ve probably have been together for a while, there’s no need for them to discuss it since it wasn’t the first one.

So what we got was: them being even healthier together, them being embarrassing together, flying kisses and stuff as a subtle way to say it happened you can chill, them being super supportive, them being dads, them looking like they’ve been married for 10 years.

And is it good? YES. In media, western or Japanese, non-straight relationships are presented as something out of this world, some big deal, full of drama, full of lust, full of pain. It’s so refreshing to see a same sex couple being just like any other couple would be, healthier than most even. So hey, worry not, we’ll probably have more chances of watching them being lovey-dovey, let’s just appreciate how nice it is to watch a normalised gay couple just being good and pure for once ^^

FIC RECS!!!! PT. II!!!

since the first fic rec list is getting too crowded, i have decided to make a second part!!!! because everyone deserves to read a well-written seventeen fanfic

AGAIN, most of these are probably junhui/minghao-centric (or at least theyre mentioned), and completed! i will indicate if there are any ongoing ones i absolutely love.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6808693 - OT13 (kinda jeonghan-centric). zodiac!au. 27k of pure talent. iS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU HAVE TO ASK MORE FOR CLICKIG THIS LINK.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7254406 - catboy!jun and fox!minghao. wonHUI, GYUHAO. I AM ABSOLUTE TRASH FOR THESE TWO



http://archiveofourown.org/works/7345429 - SOONHAO IS LOVE. SOONHAO IS LIFE AND I LOVE LIFE. rated m + abo!verse + bff!junhui what else do i put in i loVE EVERYTHING IN HERE and minghao c*ming just by being bitten by soonyoung i can die in peace ((this has a ch. 2 witht he legit sMUT))

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7340521 - GYUHAO CRACK ONESHOT. IVE NEVER BEEN HIT ON BUT I STILL FIND IT RELATABLE +++hansol burning down their dormitory while cooking dinner i never have related so bad

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7330090 - OKAY. IM NOT READY FOR THIS. IM NOT. I CANT BELIEVE I ENCOUNTERED SUCH A GEM. MY BIGGEST OT4. COMING TRUE. I WONHUI? SURE. GYUHAO. HECK YES. WONHUIGYUHAO???? SIGN ME THE HECK UP. its ongoing but oh my lordt i know this fic is gonna be the death of me

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7158680 - HOE!MINGHAO. MINGHOE. IF YOURE NOT A FAN OF INFIDELITY(kinda) then unfortunately this isnt your cup of tea. but i love vague smut and heartbreak and DYING THROUGH CRYING SO I LOVED THIS

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6770299 - MINGSOL. MINGSOL FLUFF(??) VERY NICE. amazing piece. i love minghao with anyone YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7086619 - SPEAKING OF MINGHAO WITH ANYONE. A PRECIOUS WRITER HAS STARTED A FIC. an oNGOING MINGHAREM FIC. minghao is an incubus and yall know how this will end, rite. and nOT TO WORRY, because chan and seungkwan arent included in the smut part of it! heeeheheh i love siNNING

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6115852 - MINGSOL WITH VAMPIRE!HANSOL. and horny!hansol. NECK. boners4days. side!soonwoo I Just Love Sin and Dying

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5230565 - SPEAKING OF MORE!! MORE!! MORE EVERYONE X MINGHAO, look at this fic. this one is actually ot13!polyamory, minghao-centric. i love polyamory, but if its not ur cup of tea then i dont suggest it. !!!!!!!!IMPLICATIONS OF DEBAUCHERY

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7387372 - meanie + angst because i love hurting myself through reading fics that makes me want to curl up n cry myself like a smol babie


http://archiveofourown.org/works/7383067 - OF COURSE, what comes bETTER AFTER READING ANGST???? sum good ol’ bj and hj smutfics, AM I RIGHT OR AM I CORRECT so here’s a soonhoon smutfic

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7205936 - GYUHAO. i love gyuHAO AND FANTASY AND SMUT MIXED TOGETHER. and they swITCH, WHAT MORE COULD I HAVE ASKED FOR!!??? i love authors i owe them my life i will sell my soul to the devil just the all the fanfic writers will live longer and write more

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7168583 - gyuhao. the title is a CLICKBAIT I CAME HERE FOR THE MEMES AND STAYED FOR THE TEARS

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6850333 - YES I LOVE JUNHOON YOU LOVE JUNHOON EVERYONE LOVES JUNHOON, kinda angst??? but not really because happy ending and i just truly love junhoon i love them ok

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6994786 - MORE JUNHOON. im speechless, i love junhoon, i dont know but i love them its slowly creeping up my otp list

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6932014 - SOONHAO. SMUT. another otp i have a weakness for. thIS IS SO HOT AND AMAZING AND MADE ME NOT REGRET SINNING IN THE FIRST PLACE

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6942142 - MOSHI PRISONER!AU. this wAS A WILD RIDE. I LOVE EVERYTHING. trigger warning, though: mentions of criminals doing criminal stuff without remorse.

Otayuri ship ask meme

I didn’t do everything on the list bc im lazy but here you go guys (・∀・)

1. Who hogs the duvet: Yuri. He pulls the duvet all over himself in his sleep but Otabek doesn’t mind because it gives him an excuse to tug Yuri even closer.

2. Who texts/rings to check how their day is going: Otabek?????? He texts Yuri every two hours or so even if he actually has nothing to say when they are apart in between practice sessions and Yuri will be like stop spamming me but inside it warms his heart to know how much Otabek cares about him.

3. Who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: I would say both?? They know each other very well and definitely knows by heart what the other likes the most.

4. Who gets up first in the morning: Otabek lmao Yuri to me is the type who wont get up for at least a few hours after being woken and whines when Otabek asks him to wake up again and again. In the end Otabek had to dive into the sheets and find Yuri who is wrapped in the blankets and tickles him until he willingly gets up bye

5. Who cries at movies: Yuri. He tears up in every cheesiest movie possible and denies it

6. Who gives unprompted massages: otabek omg. Whenever Yuri complains about being drained from training Otabek automatically shifts over to his side and massages his shoulders

7. Who fuses over the other when they are sick: bOTH

8. Who gets jealous easiest: Y U R I he gets ticks off by the TINIEST thing when it comes to other people interacting with Beka. I bet like even when a middle aged lady interviewed Otabek after his program and she spent ten seconds more or so to compliment him on his talent, Yuri will rush over and tell her ‘this boy is MINE’

9. Who has the most embarrassing taste in music: i bet they both listen to really old death metal which just doesn’t do it when they are in the car with other people

10. Who takes the longest to get ready: yuri lmfao he needs to get his aesthetics full on armor while Otabek just wears the same black stuff everyday (like me)

11. Who is the most tidy and organized: otabek. He even has a pocket journal and everything to note down fligh times and appointments, and it amazes Yuri

12. Who gets most excited about the holidays: both because they can only see each other during those times (sucks having a long distance relationship)

13. Otabek is the little spoon and Yuri is the big spoon B Y E

14. Who gets most competitive when playing games/sports: yuri. As i said before he is the type to get way overheated when playing video games

15. Who suggests that they buy a pet: ‘we need more cats,’ says yuri.

16. What couple traditions they have: the thumbs up thing mmmmmmmmmm

17. How they spend time together as a couple: they are best friends while being a couple so the way the get along is at the same time very fun and affectionate (i am dead bye)

18. Who made the first move: Otabek did bc this is canon but Yuri made the last

19. Who brings flowers home: OTABEK he is the lowkey sappiest boyfriend ever and Yuri loves it

20. Who is the best cook: i like to imagine that they are both pretty bad at cooking but they always spend time to learn how to cook together, even when the results turn out to be a disaster.


So here are my first two pictures of Geun-Tae and Yun-Ho. It’s fun to draw them in modern clothes. And I think it would be too cute to see Geun-Taes reactions to the more revealing stuff Yun-Ho could wear.. well :////D really random and no fitting setting, but at least it’s fun. (I need to draw Yun-Ho in wedding dresses. Modern ones and a fitting one for the series.. I have so much ideas all sketches end up in complete clusterfucks… :”D)

Kill for me

Kim Taehyung x Reader

ANGST ft. Smut

AU: Ever heard of love at first sight? Well now you have. Falling for one of the richest criminal leaders in the world can’t be easy? Taehyung is the boss of one of the major drug dealing companies and by a coincidence the two of you meet and you instantly know that you’re standing eye to eye with the love of your life. Destiny hiting you in the face when you least expect it and taking you on a ride you never expected.

Warnings: Mention of drugs, death, killing, murder, guns and crime.

Rating: M

Kinks: Masterbation, vanilla, heavy breathing, groans and grunt. and creampies ofc.

Words: 9.1K || Masterlist || AO3 Version.

Your heels made faint sounds hitting against the pavement as you ran through the rain. You ran around yet another corner and your heart slowed down as you finally saw your destination in front of you.  The sky was pitch-black and the only source of light was the weak street lights. You had to be a fool to run out in the rain this late at night, but you had to see him.

You stopped in your steps in front of a door and pushed it open carefully. As it opened loud music revealed itself, echoing from the inside. You slipped in through the opening and the door closed itself behind you.

You looked around in dimply lit apartment, searching for what you needed desperately. Him.

It was eight months ago. He approached you at the most unlikely yet most likely of places. It was a cold spring day and you were sitting in front of your laptop at the local library. It was late and nearing closing time but you were determined to stay in to the last minutes before closing. What you were doing is off topic, but he was there that night.

You looked at the time on your phone, ten minutes left. You decided to finally save and close down whatever you were doing and turn off your laptop, placing it together with your other things in your bag. You pulled on your coat and swung your bag up on to your shoulder and made your way to the exit a level below. Normally when you stayed this late you would be the last one out and had thereby become a familiar face to the librarian. But this evening was different.

As you walked past the multiple shelves towards the stairs a man emerged just a short distance in front of you from between one of the shelves. You didn’t pay a lot of attention to him until the moment when you noticed something fall from him. You quickly rushed to pick it up and ran up to him.

“Excuse me! You dropped this!” You said, and held out the thin booklet you had picked up.

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Spellbound (Part 4)

Story Summary: To have your crush fall in love with you, your friend proposes the idea of casting a spell on him (High school AU).

Word Count: 908

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

A/N: Happy Halloween!!!! I hope this chapter brings some clarification about the whole pencil situation. Enjoy :)

Originally posted by 1-hell-of-a-pilot

“Well…at least we know the spell worked, right?” Wanda commented while the two of you were in the cafeteria, her rueful smile quickly faltering as you glowered at her. She folded the note and handed it back to you, resting her hands on the table. “We can fix this, (Y/N). All we have to do is a cast a spell that wil—”

“No!” you suddenly snapped, stuffing the note in your pocket once more. “We will not cast anymore spells, no more magic. That’s how we got in this mess in the first place.”

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So last Friday I wrote down things that my friends said and well.

Alexander: Well at least you can draw..
John: *draws badly on purpose*
Alexander: … Never mind….

Lafayette: SIN!!! Why doesn’t this fucking work?!
Hercules: Turn that fucking calculator on first!!!

Aaron: One.. Two.. What the fuck?!

Thomas: *stabs a bottle with a pen*
James: How did you know that was empty?
Thomas: I didn’t…

Washington: Yesterday I thought I was tired of everyone’s shit, then this morning happened…

Alexander: Everyone’s just doing something stupid, and you are stupid!! *points at Thomas*

*whole squad watching “Friday The 13th”*
Thomas: Wait which one was this again, a horror or a porn movie???

WIP - Coming This Weekend

I feel inspired. 

Who the fuck knows why, but I’m not questioning it. 

SO this weekend I have FOUR days off. You should get AT LEAST two of the following. 

Erased (Dean x Reader) - Part 2 for the Blurb Forgotten - The reader is slowly loosing years of her life. She has already forgotten so much. Is what has been forgotten erased, or is there hope of recovery?

Best Friends Pt. 3 (Jensen x Reader, smut) - A Wedding and a honeymoon. Who would have known this is what could happen between best friends. Read Pt. 1 & 2 first! 

I’m Yours Pt. 2 (Jensen x Reader x Jared) - Betrayal and secrets. Those two never end well and when the reader starts to tell her husband about her infidelity she is shocked by his own revelations, sending her world spinning into chaos. A chaos she may not escape.  (I’m Yours Pt. 1)

The Good Girl Pt. 2 (Dean x Reader, smut) - The reader always was the good girl, but one night at a piano bar with friends brings Dean Winchester rolling into her life. Now she finds herself in his Impala, the good girl all but gone. Will her past come back to haunt? Could she really escape the world she tried so hard to leave behind? (The Good Girl Pt. 1)

So get excited or don’t, but it looks like I’m writing again. Hiatus lasted a little longer than I anticipated, but maybe just maybe…

I’m back!


Merry Christmas to @finely-honed and @sabrecmc,

who have both been tremendous additions to the fandom and made a lot of people very happy this year, but have also both been very kind and very wonderful and very encouraging towards me and my baby steps in writing.

Thank you for being who you are. I hope you have wonderful and relaxing days with your loved ones and that the coming year shows you both the quiet and the boastful sorts of kindness. <3

This is for you (and the tiny but beloved SteveTonyBucky fandom). I hope you enjoy it.

(For maximum enjoyment, please take a look at the wonderful, wonderful art by @hello-shellhead, which inspired the whole thing.)

Love, Rnc

1. Sleeping Alone

In the past, when Tony had slept alone he tended to keep a lot of pillows on his bed, as well as at least two thick duvets.

He would snuggle down under the blankets, bury his face on, in and under the first pillow-mountain and drape the rest of his body over the second. One arm and leg would be far flung, the other curling around the soft heaps around him.

He had learned to take up space. Had learned to trust himself in the space his queen-sized bed provided. And if he had to commandeer the space alone, well… it was warm and soft and comfortable with or without companions.

Nowadays though, it’s different. Their bed is custom made, because king size isn’t enough anymore when you get into the really athletic possibilities of threesome sex. Also, he rarely sleeps alone.

The few times he goes to bed and wakes up alone in their bed, he is usually a picture perfect star fish. He thinks he’s looking for them, even in sleep. They find their way back to bed after a few nights, so it’s mostly a good stretch.

When he is out of town on business he takes queen-sized beds again. He will don one of the several Alpha-scented shirts in his luggage, and put at least one more on his head pillow (because he always -packs steals a shirt each, and they always sneak at least one more marked article of clothing into his suitcases). He sleeps okay on those nights, but he never feels as rested as when he sleeps at home.


When the bed is Steve’s alone for the taking, he doesn’t. His physiology allows him to function on minimal amounts of sleep, so he avoids the action as much as he can. Most times he is successful, and has at least one of his spouses back with him before he has to crash.

The other times he stretches out on the couch, puts on something on the TV and hugs a pillow to distract himself from how empty his arms are. He passes out for a few hours then, but it’s never more than his body needs to keep up bare functioning.

He gets yelled at for this behavior by nearly everyone, but he doesn’t see the point of making the effort. The fact that it makes both Bucky and Tony reluctant to leave him all alone validates his strategies to him, anyway.


Before things got…. better, Bucky slept sitting down in corners, with his back to both walls, his arms wrapped around his knees and his head on top of them. It made him as small a target as possible during the few hours he really needed to let go of his awareness. Two, three hours in regular intervals were what got him through. When he needed to let his body rest, he could lie himself down while conscious.

Today he likes sleeping alone as little as Steve does. But he tries to not let the punk get away with his bullheadedness, so he does his best to set a good example. Mostly, he tries to fool his subconscious by taking up his customary spot on the far side of the bed, back to the wall and attempting the pillow trick Tony has told him about: amass enough pillows to mimic a human body, put scent marked articles of clothing on them and hug as necessary.
It works, though not well. He sleeps, but nearly always feels cold and unsettled in the morning.

In later years he will figure out – during a longer patch of sleepless nights, observing his lovers sleeping peacefully next to him – that his oversensitive nose picks up on the minuscule changes in scent that sleep cycles bring with them and there simply is no imitation for that.

2. Sleeping in Two’s

Before everything Steve and Bucky simply conked out next to, on top of or somewhere in the vicinity of each other. There were no armed militias to watch out for yet, no bullets to dodge.
If Steve was sick, Bucky would sit next to him for a while to keep the boredom at bay, and sometimes they would fall asleep like that, waking up lying next to each other and huddling for warmth.

When Steve got stronger, healthier, taller, they were too busy taking life by the proverbial horns to think much about sleeping arrangements beyond ‘next horizontal surface’. Sometimes there were bed partners of Bucky’s to arrange around, but the more they fussed about the addition of Steve to the sleeping parts of the night, the sooner they were usually set aside. Looking back on it, Bucky thinks it wasn’t exactly fair of him, but he had been too young and too inexperienced to figure out what it really said about them, about what he had with Steve. Also, none of his amorous encounters had been serious enough for anyone to fuss about it.

After… after bullets and ice and amputations there is a phenomenally long while of lying next to each other with eyes open. Bucky wouldn’t sleep with another person in the vicinity, and Steve couldn’t until he knew Bucky got some actual rest. They both caught the necessary hours while away from each other.

He had found Steve passed out on the couch one day after the first few months. Watching the usually straight backed and tense Alpha, with his massive shoulders and the undeniable force he commanded, snoring lightly in the morning light, looking oddly young and fragile again with the dark circles under his eyes and the sallow color of his skin, had uncoiled something in Bucky. When he woke a few weeks later in his habitual corner position, to Steve’s scent still lingering in the room, he knew that something had changed. Steve had, for however short an amount of time, watched him sleep, and Bucky hadn’t woken. Whatever had made Bucky survive the caves and the pits and the experiments – it had gone dormant enough that Bucky could accept Steve as someone safe.

It took weeks and months after that, but slowly Bucky became used to sleeping in a horizontal position again. And he became used to sleeping next to Steve. In turn, Steve began to sleep at all.

Still, it wasn’t until the VA and Yinsen and Tony, that things got good enough that Bucky could sleep while touching any part of Steve. Gradually, they got used to each other’s bodies, to being held at night. It was usually a toss up, whether Bucky would roll away to sleep alone on his side, or whether they would stay ever more tangled up in each other. Sometimes it was just too overwhelming for him, having an Alpha’s scent so prevalent when he was going to be so vulnerable. Sometimes he could feel Steve being uncomfortable with the closeness, but too stubborn to admit it to himself. And God knows, it’s always been Bucky’s lot in life to mitigate Steve’s stubbornness and save the man from himself. So he would move away and they would try again the next night.

In the present day it’s all different. It’s more like it was before.

During the day they will conk out on and next to each other as their bodies or moods demand. Relaxed and trusting and utterly sure that they are safe with the other, that their flanks are covered and their backs are watched. Steve mentions one day that Bucky had even begun to snore.This is, of course, nothing but Steven Grant Rogers Horseshit™! But the idea of it appeals to Bucky anyway – of being so normal, so civilian that snoring was not a death sentence.

At night, during those intermittent stretches of time when Tony has to leave town for the company, it’s the most farcical production imaginable. They will spout big words of being alright, of being adults, of being psychologically sound and resilient and not bothered by a few nights apart, and as they are saying it Steve knows, and Bucky knows, and Tony a couple hundred miles away knows that it’s all a lie.

They will postpone going to bed for as long as possible: they’ll watch director’s cuts or classics that last a minimum of four hours or try out new recipes that take five (Tony learns to gauge the severity of his absence by the fanciness of the welcome home meal he gets). They go for late night runs or workouts or sparring sessions. Just anything that will tire them out and make them fall asleep faster. It never works on the first night, and any sleep attempt usually leads to frustrated and very rough sex. The following nights are more manageable, and Tony is usually back before a full week passes.

When he isn’t, sleeping begins to turn into a competition of care-taking between Steve and Bucky. Hot baths, foot rubs, massages with relaxing oils, they try different things. All of them underlaid with the desperate message of 'you are not alone, you haven’t been abandoned, I will take care of you until our omega is back – please don’t leave me too’. Everyone is aware that it’s not an ideal or healthy constellation between the three of them, but it’s the best they can manage.
Over the years, they even improve slightly: when Pepper and Tony go on a three week trip to Europe to get through a negotiation marathon, they cope. They sleep between three and four hours on average, they eat though the excessive exercising still leads to a slight weight loss, but overall collateral damages to people and buildings are kept at a minimum. The second honeymoon over Christmas that year still feels like a reward that’s hard-earned.

When it’s Tony home alone with one of them, it’s not so much a question of quantity, but of the quality of sleep they get.

Contrary to Alphas Home Alone™, the first night is usually celibate. Both Steve and Bucky feel too restless without the additional protection of another alpha to relax. Plus, whether they admit it or not, there is some guilt in not sharing Tony. One way or another, sex on those first nights is always somewhat lacking in the afterglow. After a while Tony learns to simply not instigate it.

If there are second or third nights of twosomeness, it turns into the sort of omega-spoil fests everyone they know accuses them of: handfeeding of assorted delicacies and favorite foods, excessive interest in the latest company or workshop project, impromptu gifts, and a sort of hyperfocus on every physical or sexual need Tony might possess. Always topped off by vast amounts of prowling. Anything that will re-assert the present Alpha as a fit and capable mate.

Tony once remarks that it makes him understand what life must have been like for the omega queens of old. This statement makes Steve unfathomably smug for weeks. Bucky takes it as the starting point of a new research project. (Years later he will stumble upon the translation of a diary by some obscure courtier that turns out to be a gold mine for male omega pampering. Tony gets so completely blissed out in the following weeks that it’s absolutely worth the way Pepper lays into them for turning the head of her R&D department into a quivering mess shortly before a deadline.)

But the actual sleeping arrangements are mostly determined by defensive strategy. Bucky brings the shield to bed (which Steve in police custody somewhere neither needs nor deserves after pulling another goddamn stunt, the punk), pulls Tony close and covers him under it while keeping a watchful eye on the door. In most cases he keeps watch the entire night and then naps throughout the day.

Steve has a slightly harder time of it. He crowds Tony into Bucky’s spot on the far side of the bed next to the wall and then does his best to curl around him and become a human wall. Regardless of how relaxed he is at the beginning or how soundly Tony sleeps, Steve’s adrenaline level always rises during the night. Depending on how long Bucky is away the scent of overprotective and aggressive alpha eventually permeates through their entry way and onto the outside landing. Their neighbors begin to tiptoe or rush past their door when that happens.

Tony learns to take it all in stride and does his best to distract the available spouse by being his manic, magnetic and impossible self cranked up to eleven. It has the added benefit of exhausting himself and making the emptiness on his other side more bearable.

The mania also lets at least one of his thousand and one issues float past his brain-to-mouth filter. If Steve and Bucky catch it (and they get really good at that over the years), they pounce on it as a personal mission. This has the all around benefit of being a thorough and guilt-free distraction for the alpha in question and feeds into the eventual reassurance for Tony, that YES he can be as issue ridden and weird as he wants or needs to be. There’s no way anything gets rid of those two Brooklyn Behemoths.

3. Sleeping Together

The standard night has a tried and true sleeping arrangement. Bucky always gets the far side of their bed, as far away from the window and the door as possible, with a wall to his back. Tony is naturally deposited in the middle, cocooned off from any boogeymen any of their subconsciousness’ might dream up and usually giving off so many happy / content / resting omega pheromones that even such anxieties and suspicions as are developed by a war gradually recede, making room for relaxation and eventual sleep. Steve naturally takes the outer position, leaving him both as the first line of defense in an emergency that will never actually happen and in a position to watch over his spouse and his mate. To watch their muscles loosen from the strain of the day, to see their breaths slow and deepen and to simply observe them sleeping, both safe and warm.

There are numerous nights where he forgoes – forgets really – falling asleep himself, too entranced by the sight they make, too addicted to the knowledge that they are his. That Bucky made it through to the other side of that war, that Steve had somehow been able to get him back from that abyss, that Bucky is well-fed and muscular and humorous again, more than ready to cuss Steve out and call him an ass when is behaving like one. And Tony. From the beginning to the present day there are innumerable moments where Steve’s thoughts turn reverent over the fact that there is an omega there with them. Deigning to be held, willing to be touched and kissed and claimed. Letting them love him, and loving them back.

And not just any omega – as blasphemous as the thought feels – but the best one, the perfect one. An omega so compelling, so indomitable, so incandescent that he seems to undo and overturn and reconquer everything the war has taken from them: giving Bucky back the arm he lost by replacing it with one he made with his own hands, coaxing and prodding and tempting him back to being the man he was before monsters tried to take his humanity away from him. And loving him. Loving Bucky in the way Steve couldn’t, in a way that let him grow and let him rest and let him defeat the shadows behind his eyes. Steve could have worshiped him to his dying day for what he had done for Bucky alone, could have done it effortlessly.

But somehow, most implausible miracle of all, he had decided to give Steve a chance as well. A chance to earn an omega’s regard, a chance to finally provide something other than violence or destruction. A chance to live for something, after so many years of worrying about dying for something worthwhile. And, still so unfathomably, he hadn’t made it an either-or. Hadn’t asked for either Steve or Bucky – a competition Steve would have so plainly lost – but both of them. Had made it prerequisite in fact. And suddenly Steve had found himself with everything he had ever wanted, had ever hungered for and never dared to dream of.

And all of it wrapped up in Tony. Tony with his quicksilver mind and roguish humor and so much kindness hidden behind his nonchalant attitude. Tony with his doe-like eyes, who can enthrall Steve with a look and a smile to the point that he loses all sense of self; whose gaze had been so vulnerable and defenseless at one point that Steve had felt an irrevocable purpose bloom inside him, filling up all the cracks that life had hewed into his sense of self. Tony, who had not only accepted Steve’s overwhelming protectiveness, but was prospering under it.

Despite the fury that ices down Steve’s spine and freezes every gentle impulse he has whenever he thinks of all the ways Tony had been hurt to make him relish the obsessive attentions of two possessive war alphas, he is sometimes shamefully glad of it. Glad that it had worked out this way. Even when he knows he shouldn’t be. Even when he should wish for all of them to have met earlier, as healthier and saner people. But even if he shouldn’t, he can’t help but revel in the knowledge that Tony will come to him for protection, that it will be Steve drying his tears and kissing his wounds, that it will be him delivering retribution.

And that it would be the kind of retribution no one else could dream up or hope to withstand. Not when he can unleash not only his own ugliness on them, but also Bucky’s. The thought elicits a perverse sort of pleasure, making him feel both elated and nauseous. He never feels more repulsed by his alpha instincts, but he also knows he wouldn’t trade.

Steve has never seen himself as a truly good man. Whatever noble qualities others perceive in his character, his base motivations have always been as selfish as the next man’s. He has accepted that years ago.

But lying next to the two most important people in his life and observing them sleep peacefully, he feels like he has a chance at becoming a better man. And itis always this blessed feeling that eventually lets him fall asleep.

A/N: This is a drabble and a writing exercise for a larger non-dark (!) abo and non-powered AU that’s been spooking around in my head since the trailer for ca:cw came out and is an attempt at an antidote for the emotional mess that movie is.

The drabble itself should not be confusing, despite making allusions to the hypothetical plot of that story. At least I hope so. If it is, please let me know.

I was saying this on twitter but I also need people to appreciate what a GENIUS CON ARTIST Emori is, because if there’s anything I’ve learned from Leverage the best trick to persuading someone to do what you want is to convince them it was *their idea*.

Clarke didn’t know Emori heard about the radiation chamber at all, and she didn’t want to reveal how much she knew. If she suggested “let’s microwave this rando intruder” herself, Clarke (and Abby) probably would’ve pushed back against it, at least at first. She had to set it up where it was a reasonable alternative to “I am determined to revenge-kill this guy and you can’t stop me” and wait for the creepy “what if INSTEAD we kill two birds with one stone?” lightbulb to go off in her head. (Which is pretty fucked-up, Clarke, by the way.) She played her so well and I’m just really proud and horrified.