and it's only gotten better and more fun as the run continues

4

I’ve been thinking about this game. Personally to me it represents a lot of lost potential - it’s a great concept but it’s brought down by a less than stellar execution. The cartoon designs look more like stickers than anything, just barely resembling a stereotype of a stereotype of the 1920′s-30′s cartoon style. While I don’t like complaining about people’s choices in design and art, I guess the theme is one that I’m rather passionate about, and a little bit of research from the developers would bring the game to a much greater level of quality than it is at the moment. The monsters in the game are also just unimaginably lame, and to me represent just plain blowing off the original idea in favor of more “serious” horror.

(Continued under a readmore because I say a lot; tl;dr I talk more about where the game went wrong in my opinion and how I would recommend changing it.)

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Title: we’ll be alright this time
Summary: This is how Sasuke Uchiha falls in love.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: First Love
Rating: K
A/N: It’s ssmonth guys sobs. I’m a lil late but it’s ok.


It starts in the hospital, the first week into his return. Sasuke is bedridden, confined to a too-white room, still bruised in blacks and blues—but the worst of his wounds have healed for the most part, courtesy of Sakura’s gentle healing hands.

Sakura.

She’s here a lot, he realizes, as each day passes by; not just with him, but in the halls of the hospital and the adjacent rooms, too, treating tired shinobi wounded in war and still-frightened civilians trying to recover from it all. The smile to her lips never ceasing, she doesn’t seem to miss out on any pressing matter, doesn’t actually seem to leave these walls at all—and if Sasuke didn’t so often catch her dozing in the armchair at his bedside, he might even think she never sleeps, either.

And yet, despite her busy schedule, Sakura always finds the time to offer him a visit every day.

Something in him softens at the thought.

“You’re healing very well, Sasuke-kun,” she says to him, one day, as time dictates it necessary to have his bandages changed yet again. “I’m actually pretty surprised. Are you sure you don’t have a hidden tailed beast somewhere inside you helping to patch you up?”

The query is a teasing one—something that Sasuke has yet to grow used to, when it comes to Sakura. She’d always been so shy when it came to him, Sasuke remembers from their years before, so sweet and pure, and eager to impress him; whatever brashness she held inside had only ever been expressed with anger towards their blond best friend whenever he did something she didn’t like—which was often. But the woman that stands here before him now is different, despite in some ways still being the same; kind, and bright, she smiles and jibes playful remarks, seemingly unafraid to make a fool of herself… or, perhaps, driven with a confidence that she can make him smile, too.

Sasuke honestly doesn’t know what to say about that.

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Art Therapy

Request: I was wondering if you would write something were the reader and Bucky fell in love, but Natasha was really horrible and told the reader to stay away from Bucky, Bucky doesn’t understand why

@melconnor2007

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader [Enhanced]

Word Count: 6,658

Bucky lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep most nights. The rare times when he could, his mind was plagued with nightmares. The doctors in Wakanda had assured him that it was perfectly normal. His psychiatrist at the Avengers compound told him that the therapy would help with it. He even had a prescription for sleeping pills after he mentioned his insomnia. But Bucky didn’t like taking them, the feeling of something making his mind hazy was too close to how he used to be while under Hydra’s control.

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Flux: The Beginning (M) | 02

Prequel of Bliss | parts: 01 | 02 | 03

Character: Yoongi x reader x Jungkook

Genre/words: Smut, Poly!AU, Slow Burn, Angst / 7,162 words

Summary: One of them is your longtime crush, while the other is the man which you had shared your secrets with on many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire. You had sworn that it would end, and that secret crush would remain a secret.

Warning: mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, voyeurism

a/n: After re-writing and going back and forth in editing, I finally think it’ll be wise to post the whole series in three parts. Sorry if this part is much shorter, I will make it up on the last chapter :)


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The Matchmakers - Part 7

Art made by the amazing @bambz-art

@setthestarsxnfire​ and I wrote this one together! Hope you enjoy! This one is long so more under the cut~

MC: It’s a beautiful day!

Jaehee Kang: We should do something together

V: Agreed, it’s been awhile since we went out as a group.

ZEN: Like what?

707: Let’s go to the fair~!! ✧◕ヮ◕✧

ZEN: We’ve already been to the fair

Yoosung★: Oh? Since when :3

Saeran: ‘We’?

ZEN: Since
ZEN: Ehm
ZEN: No no, I misspoke
ZEN: I’ve never been there

Jumin Han: …

MC: Great!
MC: Then it’s settled, let’s all go!

Jaehee Kang: I don’t know if it’s something for me.

MC: Jaehee, it’s not the same without you (;﹏;)

707: MC’s secret weapon has been activated!

Jaehee Kang: Ah! I will go, MC!
Jaehee Kang: Don’t cry!

MC: Yaaayyy!!

Jumin Han: I really should finish writing these reports.

V: Come on Jumin, it’s Sunday.
V: Zen, you will be there, I hope?

ZEN: Hah… I suppose I can’t refuse if everyone wants to see me

Jumin Han: Alright, I’ll join.

MC: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yoosung★: Saeran, you’re not going to protest as well, right?

Saeran: Saeyoung is already dragging me out the door ⌐.⌐

707: Whoo~!

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Unlikely

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Highschool!AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Requested: No

Word Count: 9,909

Summary: Although she was considerably out of his league, he couldn’t help but fall for the girl who always stood up for him when no one else would.

Author’s Note: This took forever to write but I think it’s okay for what it is…Some parts really had me in my feels ;-; but I really hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think!

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 1: The Idea

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 2

Summary: Series: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other. Part: The set-up.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1442

Author’s Note: Ok, lots of things:

  1. Aaaah I’m going to try something totally new and try a lot of 1st person Bucky POV in this series! This first part is just testing the waters a bit, feedback is much much appreciated.
  2. Changing my mind, this isn’t going to be a drabble series. I just couldn’t cut the parts up that short. It will be a short series though, 7 or 8 parts I think, definitely less than 10.
  3. I am currently road tripping myself and will make a Series Masterlist page once I get to my final destination tonight.
  4. I don’t have photoshop on this computer (waaah!) so if anyone wants to make me a banner for this series… I wouldn’t hate it. Otherwise I’ll try to piece one together with Gimp or some other free crap

Okay enough chatter!

Originally posted by unlucky--bucky


“Alright, my turn,” Natasha smirks, taking her stance and firing an impeccably placed dart into the board. Damn it. Why did I agree to play her? She must play Clint all the time. She’s going to beat me.

“Best city for a night out.” She must have known Steve would give a less than satisfactory answer because she raises a finger towards him and specifies, “I mean, pick up a girl, one night stand, kind of night out.” I can’t help but snort thinking about Steve trying to talk himself into leaving after a one night stand. He’s so damn chivalrous.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing about, Buck,” Steve fires at me, “you’ve been on fewer dates than me in the last decade!”

That shut me up. He’s right, I haven’t really gotten back into the swing of it yet, haven’t really tried. I scowl at Steve before picking up my set of darts and flicking one into the target. “New York,” I answer, willfully ignoring Steve’s taunting.

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Let the Seasons Past || Soulmate!Junhui || Oneshot

Originally posted by gyuwoo


GENRE: fluff, soulmate!au, childhood friends?, growing up and all its glory

WORDS: 1798

BLURB: We met in summer, loved in spring. Hurt in winter, so may autumn bring…

A/N: Wrote this in one seating and mildly inspired by my own experiences lol can you feel the /awkward/


You knew it was him from the moment you met.

It was the summer when you were both fifteen; shy and awkward, still growing out of your preteen years and into your teenage ones. He said hello and smiled, so bright and beautiful that your heart skipped and your stomach flipped. He wasn’t the first boy you had met but he was the first one to have such an effect on you and the only one who stuck around even when you turned him away.

“My name’s Junhui,” he introduced himself, voice deep and clear, sending something plunging, plunging into your stomach. It sat there, that unknown feeling, until it swirled into a mini whirlpool and turned you into a blushing mess. You didn’t seem to know what to do with your hands so you stuck them to your side.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered a little nervously but smiling so widely your cheeks ached. He was so beautiful with his dark hair and almond eyes and you were failing hard at being nonchalant. But it wasn’t just his looks. It was… The way he looked at you, really looked at you, asking questions and making you feel important and interesting in a way no other had cared to do before.

You two spoke less than ten sentences to each other that first time but it was a conversation that would last a lifetime. How easily it would all have slipped away if neither of you had taken the chance to say hello, and every day you were glad you did.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request an imagine where Josh and the reader have a sleepover (They're already dating, they just don't live with each other) and it's really cute, at some point late at night they're dancing around the kitchen. You imagines are the cutest, I swear I've died 100 times whilst reading them!

(I had so much fun writing this one! Thank you for the prompt, hope you like it!!)


You park your car in the visitor parking spot, grabbed your over night bag from the passenger seat beside you, and locked your car before buzzing Josh to let you in. He had just gotten back from tour. The six months he was gone was too long it felt like. You basically live at his place while he was in town. Spending 5 out of 7 nights there. But six months was too long to not be at a place that felt so much like home.

You’re not sure if Josh ever locks his apartment door, because it always open when you go over - even when you’re surprising him. But you look past it, letting yourself in anyways.

You can see Josh, he has his back towards you, ear buds in and talking to someone on his phone while he sorts through the mail he had collected while being away. You’re thankful that he’s pretty oblivious to his surroundings as you sneak up. You throw your arms around his shoulders, jumping up onto his back.

“Whoah!” Josh shouts in surprise, pulling an ear bud out to hear what was going on. He turns his head to look at you, and you almost have tears in your eyes when he grins so big, you can hardly see his eyes.

“Hey, Mark,” he says to the person on the other line. “I’ll call you back.” He doesn’t even give Mark a chance to reply as he rips the other ear bud out, throws his phone on the table and turns to that he can wrap his arms around your small frame.

“I missed you,” you whisper into his chest and he tightens his grip around you. You feel complete again. Every time Josh leaves, it’s almost like he takes a part of your heart with him. Of course you miss him while he’s gone, but you get used to the empty feeling in your chest until he comes back and then you wonder how you ever went so long without him.

“I miss you too, baby,” he replies softly into your hair, before pressing a light kiss to your head. You look up, leaning in for more kisses, snaking your arms around his neck and standing on your tippy toes, trying to get as much as him as you can. You can tell he feels the same way when one of his hands finds his way to your hair, and now you’re feeling like there’s too much in between you guys.

“Josh?” You almost moan, as his lips find his way to your neck. And without warning he lifts you up by your legs and you take that as a sign to wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you towards his bedroom.

“Way ahead of you babe,” he smirks, pushing open the door and kicking it closed with his foot. He lightly tosses you on the bed before landing just over top of you and smothering you with kisses again. Your smile was so big, Josh never made you feel unwanted.

“You’re so beautiful,” he muses, holding himself overtop of you, eyes running everywhere over your body. “I missed you so much.”

You reach your hand out and touch the side of his face. His eyes are deep, like he has a thousand thoughts running through his mind. You do too, but as his body presses against yours, there’s only one that you can really think of. “Show me,” you tell him. He gets a mischievous grin and happily obliges.

You’re not sure what time it is when you roll over into Josh’s bare chest, nuzzling your head into his neck. He take his hand and lightly draws it against your arm, raising goosebumps. You’re in total bliss, you’re really not sure how this could get any better.

“You should go away more often,” you say after a couple minutes of quiet. Josh looks down at you, confused expression as he waits for you to continue. “That was incredible,” You grin. Josh rolls his eyes, smile appearing on his face. He moves so that he’s on top on you again, and you think that you can’t possibly go at it again. But instead he bends down, kisses you quickly and then hops out of bed, grabbing his boxers and putting them on swiftly. You sit up, giving him a curious look.

“If we’re going to keep this up, we need some food,” he states with his big, classic Josh Dun grin before disappearing out the bedroom door. You throw your head back in a light laugh before scrambling to get out of bed and find one of his shirts and following him to the kitchen.

The light on the microwave reads 2:33am when you enter into Josh’s tiny apartment kitchen. He has most of what was left in his fridge out on the counter. Which is basically eggs.

“I forgot to go grocery shopping,” he admits, with a squinty smile when he notices you.

You look around the tiny kitchen, trying to get ideas of what to make when you notice a Chinese take-out menu sitting on the counter. You grab it and hold it up to your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow.

“I like you’re thinking,” He nods. And half an hour later you’re both sitting on his couch with Chinese take-out boxes and binging X-Files. You’re sprawled across the couch, legs resting over top Josh’s lap. You’re half paying attention to the TV show, half scrolling through your twitter feed when you see a tweet from Paramore, releasing their new song.

“Did you know about the new Paramore song?” You ask, holding your phone up to him so he can see the post.

“Oh yeah!” His eyes light up. “Hayley mentioned something about that last time I saw her. Plug it into the speakers!”

You get up and plug your phone into the speakers Josh had set up across the room and press play. Both you and Josh are dead silent, listening, deciding if you liked what you were hearing. The song ends and you’re both still silent.

“Well,” Josh clears his throat after a couple of seconds pass. “I know what I’m going to listen to non-stop for the next - rest of my life.”

“Right!” You shout in agreement, immediately playing the song again. And by the 15th time of listening to it, both you and Josh are dancing on the furniture, singing the lyrics at the top of your lungs, pretending to play the instruments and genuinely just acting like idiots together.

You’re dancing on the couch as Josh passes you, so you take the opportunity to jump on his back for a piggy back. He spins you around as fast as he can before collapsing on the couch, both laughing till tears.

“Ah man,” Josh sighs after your laughing fit, looking over at you. And he can’t believe how beautiful you look in his over sized shirt. “I love you.”

That stops you mid laugh. You and Josh haven’t been dating for very long, only 8 months, and most of that had been long distance while he was on tour. And while you knew you loved him from the start, you never said it; afraid that he wouldn’t feel the same way. So you were perfectly content waiting until the time was right. What you didn’t expect was for him to say it first. “I really, really do Y/N,” he continues when you don’t say anything. “You make everything an adventure and I just, I love you.”

You’re grinning uncontrollably as Josh bares his soul to you, but you want to keep it cool. “Yeah, you’re alright.” You tease. Josh laughs and starts tickling you until you can’t breath, determined to get you to say it back. “Okay!” You shout in surrender, your sides sore from laughing. Josh pauses, keeping his hands close for another tickle attack if he doesn’t hear the right answer. “I love you, Joshua Dun.”

King Fili

Summary: You don’t really like the cocky prince, but people change and so do feelings.

Pairings: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 1,436

Warnings: Me being a meany and making Fili OoC

Originally posted by thesedwarvesarekilinme

Originally posted by ghisborne

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     Anon: Hiiiii :) Since your requests are open again I thought I might give it a try. So I was thinking about an imagine/a story where the reader meets Fili Durin during the journey to Erebor and she really doesn’t like him at first because she thinks he’s kinda arrogant, you know, because he’s a prince/future king and tries to show of a little bit. But after a while they get to know each other better and they catch feelings for one another. I hope you know what I mean :)

     Anon: Could you do a one shot where Thorin dies during the battle but Fili and Kili survive, and Fili is about to have a baby with Reader and he’s hoping it’s a boy because he wants to name him after his uncle. (Also absolutely love your writing, sorry for the anon, I’m kind of shy when requesting something)

Master List

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You continue to glare at the blonde prince as you come to a halt to set up camp.

You didn’t like him one bit. You remember when he first walked into you and your brother’s home. It was like he owned the place! Then he had the nerve to give Bilbo all of his things when he was perfectly capable of putting it down himself! You wanted to wring his neck.

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First Time With Minho (Smut Fic)

Prompt: You had been wanting to be a Runner for a while now, but Minho (your boyfriend) would never allow it. After he finally caves and let’s you be a Runner, you decide to give him the night of his life.

Bonus: Y/N calling Minho “Mean Hoe” for any reason whatsoever.

Warning: Smut

I had been in the Glade for four months now. It was a strange thought, to think I only had four months worth of memory stored in my brain. But those four months had been amazing.

It hadn’t taken me long to form friendships with the Gladers. My two best friends were easily Minho and Ben, but it didn’t take long for Minho to make his feelings for me known. It took even less time for us to get together. Yet it was mainly Minho who held me back from my dream: to be a Runner.

He knew I was fast, he knew I was smart - still, he refused. Until today.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” Alby said, looking at me. I nodded, quickly following him to a more isolated part of the Glade.

“What is it, Alby? Everything’s okay, right?” My thoughts turned to the Runners, but it was still hours before the Maze shut for the day.

Alby nodded. “I’ve been talking with Minho.”

“And?”

“He wants to take you out on a run tomorrow. Depending on how you do, he’ll decide if you become a Runner or not.”

I squealed loudly, filled with joy. Alby pressed his hands to his ears, but he didn’t bother trying to stop the smile that appeared on his face. Once I had finished, Alby lowered his hands back to his sides.

“I couldn’t tell. Were you excited?” Alby questioned, smiling brightly.

“You have no idea.”

For the rest of the day, I was super bubbly and couldn’t stop smiling. By the time Minho had gotten back from the Maze, I was more than ready to greet him and tell him how excited I was.

Just as Minho came into the Glade, his body covered in sweat, he stopped. He allowed himself a moment to catch his breath, and in that moment I rushed to his side. He smiled when he saw me.

“Hey, Y/N.” Minho stood straight, his hands on his hips. I wondered vaguely if I would be just as out of breath tomorrow, or if I would be more so.

“Hey.” I smiled and kissed Minho. He smiled into the kiss, but pulled away.

“Guessing Alby told you?”

“I’m going to be a Runner.” I announced proudly.

“Only if I say so,” Minho reminded. He wrapped an arm around my waist and we walked towards the Map Room. “I still don’t like the idea of you being out in the Maze. But shuck me if you’re not persistent.”

I couldn’t stop myself from being a tease as I sent him a smirk, whispering seductively into his ear, “If you let me be a Runner, maybe you will get shucked.”

Minho suddenly stopped, just feet away from the Map Room. “Seriously?”

“We’ll see.” I sent him a fliratatious look, gave him a wink, and then walked away from him.

“Y/N! That’s not funny! Are you being serious?”

I giggled, continuing forward.
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“There’s the Glade,” I gasped out. My lungs were burning and my muscles ached. I hadn’t ran that much in… Well, I wasn’t sure. I was incredibly grateful to Minho for finally caving and letting me run.

We stopped just inside of the Glade. Minho was sweating, his breathing a lot quieter than my own ragged breaths. I was drenched, my hair sticking to my neck and face in what I was sure an unflattering way.

“You did good, Y/N,” Minho said, kissing my cheek. “You can be a Runner.”

“Great. Busy dying now.”

Minho laughed, pulling me towards the Map Room. “You can die after you finish your map. When you’re done with that, die all you want.”

“You are so mean to me.” I paused in thought. “Minho, the Mean Hoe.”
Minho smacked the back of my head. “Shuckface.”

“Ow! Bad hoe.”

We began laughing. It was nice being with Minho, not having a single problem in the world. Well, other than not knowing what was actually in the world, where we were, why were here, and -

“Don’t think so much. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Shove off.”
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That night, the Gladers celebrated me becoming a new Runner. It was amazing. There was a huge bonfire, plenty of drink (Gally’s own secret recipe that was foul, yet no one could get enough of it), music, games and dancing.
As the night started to wind down, though, I suddenly remembered how I had teased Minho. It hadn’t been the first time that I hinted I’d have sex with him, but now, seeing Minho laughing with Newt and Alby, I suddenly wasn’t so sure it was just me teasing.

He looked gorgeous. Tan skin, dark hair, and his arms… Maybe I had a slight thing for his muscular arms.

Newt must have caught me staring at Minho, because he suddenly bumped Minho’s arm and nodded in my direction. Minho turned, saw me, and then a huge smile lit up his face. He jogged over to me, careful not to slosh his drink out of its cup.

“Like what you see, Y/N?” he teased.

“Yeah. This drink.” I quickly took it from him, downing a gulp to help collect my thoughts. Tonight was the night.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted. I smiled and kissed him.

“Thanks for making me a Runner.”

“Thanks for stealing my drink.” Minho took it back. I waited until he put it to his lips and began to drink before I leaned forward and whispered into his ear:

“Wanna have sex?”

I jerked back, giggling like mad as Minho started choking on his drink. His eyes found mine after he finished his coughing fit.

“Are you serious?”

I kissed him. “I love you.”

Minho’s face split into a wide smile. “I love you.”

The next thing I knew, Minho was leading me away from the others, calling out a “we’re going to bed” when Ben shouted after us. I didn’t miss the shouts of, “Go Minho!” By the way Minho only pulled me towards the Homestead faster, I knew he didn’t miss them either.

“I know you’re a Runner and all,” I said once Minho closed the door to one of the rooms in the Homestead. “But I don’t want this to be rushed.”

Minho nodded. “Never. I want to enjoy this.”

For a second, we both just stood there. And then Minho was moving towards me.

He kissed me tenderly at first, but it quickly became passionate. He lifted me up and my legs instantly went around his waist, my arms going around his neck to better hold me in place. Both of his hands were on my butt, keeping me firmly against him.

He sat me down on the bed. His eyes were dark with lust and I vaguely noticed that he had an erection.

“Take your shirt off,” I told him, tugging on the hem of his shirt. He quickly slid it off, his muscles tensing. I placed a hand on his abs, loving how they tightened and relaxed under my touch.

“I think you’re wearing too much.” His voice was deeper than usual, and it was oddly erotic. I moved to take my shirt off, but he pulled me to my feet again, stopping me. “I want to do it.”

A shiver of pleasure coursed through my body. Minho kissed his way from my mouth down to my collar bone, his hands dipping under the fabric of my shirt. A moment later, he was tugging it over my head. The second it was gone and thrown to who knows where, Minho had attached his mouth to my neck. His hands fiddled with my bra, trying to undo it.

I was just about to laugh and offer to do it myself when he bit down on a particularly soft spot. A rather loud moan escaped my lips. That damn shank smiled against my neck. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. A second later, he pulled away, tugging my bra away from me smugly.

“Took you long enough,” I commented breathlessly. We hadn’t even done much of anything yet, and I was already excited beyond belief.

“Taking it slow, remember? Or did that last moan make you forget?”

“Slinthead.”

“Shuckface.”

And then we were pressed together again, our mouths moving in sync. One of my hands was on his tan shoulder, the other in his dark hair. I had always loved his hair, but I was rarely allowed to mess with it. Now was an exception. One of his hands was on my hip, pulling me tight against him. I could feel his arousal pressing against me. His other hand was on my breast, gently massaging it, earning another moan from me. This one was, at least, much quieter than the other.

Both of his hands moved down my body, stopping at the waist band of my shorts. I pulled away slightly so he could see what he was doing. He made quick work of undoing the button and zipper, letting my shorts fall to the floor. I stepped out of them, kicking them and my sandles to the other side of the room, thankful I had changed out of those stupid running shoes after leaving the Map Room.

“You still have to take your shoes off,” I pointed out to Minho.
“Shuck me,” he muttered, sitting on the bed and taking off his shoes. When he was finished with those and his socks, I pushed him back down on the bed so he couldn’t get up. “Y/N?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Minho flipped me, coming to rest between my legs. He kissed me passionately, his tongue eventually making it into my mouth. After a moment, I felt it - Minho, slowly yet deliberately rubbing himself against me. I pulled away, out of breath. My face was surely red and my eyes must have been just as dark as his.
“Minho, get rid of those pants.”

At once, Minho stood up and undid his pants. He looked at me for a brief moment before letting them drop to the floor. We made direct eye contact as he slid his underwear off. I couldn’t help but let my eyes trail down his body to see his hardened member. It wasn’t overly big, but it wasn’t small - it was perfection, just like the rest of his body.

“One of us is naked.” Minho said, gesturing from his body to mine.

“And one of us is sexy,” I added. “But they’re not the same person.”

Minho let out a laugh. “We’re in the middle of a very naughty thing and you’re making jokes.”

“Until I die.” I smiled up at him. “But, you know, you can always take my pantis off whenever you want.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His fingers dipped under the waist band of my underwear and in one swift motion, he pulled them down my legs and threw them behind his back. He stared at me just long enough to make me feel slightly self-conscious. I was just bringing my legs together when he stopped me, crawling back up my body and kissing my ear.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

His hands moved over my naked body, feeling me for the first time. It was a feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced, being with someone in such a way.

“Minho… I want you.”

Minho slid his hand down between our bodies. His fingers brushed my clit and I tensed, my body suddenly filled with a shock of pleasure. He didn’t stop there, though. Instead, he brought his fingers down to my entrance. He slid a finger into me, softly, carefully. My eyes closed at the feeling.

It felt good, but it was obvious that I had never had anything in me before. He slid another finger into me and I moaned out, one hand going to his hair and one hand resting on his bicep. He slowly moved them in and out of me. With each movement, another shockwave pulsed through me.

“M-Minho,” I moaned. He didn’t respond. Instead, he brought his lips down to my nipple and began to lick, kiss and suck the delicate flesh there. I moaned loudly, my body arching.

“Shuck me, Minho. Please. I don’t want your fingers anymore.”

Minho slid them out of me. He shifted his weight and I realized that he was lining himself up with my entrance. He looked up at me.

“Ready?”

“For you? Always.”

Minho slid in to me, slowly stretching my walls. I groaned out in slight pain, but such pleasure that I had no memory of ever knowing before. Minho moaned, dropping his head to my neck as he eased himself the rest of the way inside of me.

“Shuck, Y/N. You’re so wet and tight.”

My legs wrapped around his waist and he managed to go a little deeper inside of me.

Slowly, Minho pulled out until just his tip was inside of me. He quickly pushed himself back into me, the both of us moaning at the feeling. The slow pace continued until it was nearly torturous.

“Faster, Minho,” I begged. “Please.”

He quickened the pace, pumping in and out of me. My nails were most likely biting into his skin by this point, but my brain couldn’t focus on that. The only thing I could focus on was the feeling of Minho above me, in me, and making those amazing noises that he made.

Suddenly, I felt one of his hands go between our bodies again. It trailed down my stomach to my womanhood. It didn’t even hesitate as it found its way to my clit, rubbing slowly at first and then gaining speed.

I screamed out his name, my body tensing around him. I could faintly hear his voice, but at this point I could no longer make sense of his words.

A strong feeling was building in the pit of my stomach as my moans increased in volume. Minho’s thrusts were faster and more wild and finally I felt it. Minho’s erection twitched inside of me, filling me with warmth as he orgasmed. It nearly sent me over the edge, but I wasn’t quite done. Minho, realizing this, quickly sped up his finger on my clit. He moved his lips to my neck and bit down on that place that he knew would make me moan out.

The feeling kept building until finally it exploded.

My body tensed, Minho’s name falling from my lips like a swear and a prayer, all in one. My body arched against his. All too soon, I came down from my orgasmic high and relaxed beneath Minho, who had pulled himself out of me. He rolled over onto his back, pulling me against his body.

“That was shucking amazing,” Minho breathed out.

I cuddeled up against his side, resting my head on his pounding heart. I didn’t have words yet, my mind still in a lustful haze from what had happened.

“I love you, Y/N.”

I smiled, cuddling up as close to Minho as I could get. “I love you, too, Minho.”

“Please tell me we can do that again.”

“Whenever you want.”

anonymous asked:

prompt: they fight. big fight. the biggest fight. gimme angst :D

Wow you sadistic fuck come back when you have happier prompts. Just kidding. I will indulge you. Just not in the way you’re expecting.

What you are about to read is the biggest fight Andrew and Neil have in their entire relationship ever.

Some refer to it as “The Great Kitty Schism.” Others, specifically those who truly had to bear witness to the events, call it “The Cold Cat War Apocalypse.”

  • It began on a Tuesday in Columbia.
  • By this point in time, Andrew and Neil are both signed to the same professional Exy team.
  • For the better part of two years, they have been going between separate apartments, filling the small amounts of spare time they can get with each other.
  • But now it’s finally over. They can finally live together in their own space.
  • The decision to buy a house is easy. It’s learning to live with each other in a big space that’s a bit tricky.
  • Settling in takes the good part of two months but they are finally just beginning to figure it out.
  • That’s when “Cat 1″ enters into their lives.

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I Love It When You Moan Like That

Prompt: Can you do a mgg one about him being your best friend and you guys end up having sex. Kinda rough w dirty talk, but not rude (slut,whore,etc) I don’t know if that makes any sense haha. I love your writing :)

Word count: 2930 words

Rating: M

Warnings: Dirty talk, kind of rough

Pairing: MGG x reader


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spirit!yugyeom

Originally posted by jackandjael

  • first off, yuygeom is a demon
  • jk jk he’s a lil shit but he is a form of spirit and demons are also technically spirits too, tho he isn’t one
  • yugyeom is a… special spirit
  • most spirits are kind of tied to something you know? and the most popular are elemental spirits and whatnot
  • well yugyeom is tied to a messed up ouija board
  • basically, somehow, he is now connected to this damn board and no matter how hard you try, the only spirit you can talk to is him and the only spirit you can summon is him
  • this board is sitting in an antique shop so yugyeom has been kinda dormant for a while
  • but one day, you come in
  • you were dared by your friends to get a ouija board so you could communicate with ghosts
  • if you could make it happen and record the experience, you’d pass
  • you hate your friends now
  • the number one thing you’re scared of is channelling a demon or some malevolent spirit or what the heck ever so knowing that there’s a good chance you will just. damn
  • what’s worse is that they requested you purchase a real one, aka an old one bc apparently that makes it all the more serious i guess
  • when you come into the fourth antique shop that day and spot it, you’re at the register and getting it rung up in record time
  • the little old lady who runs the place is super sweet and mentions how the board had been there since she was a teenager, and that many had bought it but many had taken it back, saying it was faulty
  • of course you’re intrigued and also this is your life on the line so you’re like what??
  • she giggles and is like “its kinda funny but apparently people are only able to communicate with one spirit using this board. i’ve heard he’s harmless but i should warn you, in case you were hoping to speak with your dead grandmother or something”
  • you raise your eyebrow but bid the old woman ado and head off home, ready to get this shit over with
  • at least if the spirit is “friendly” then you have nothing to worry about
  • your family is out so you head up to your room and pull out the board, dropping it onto your bed before you get everything ready, propping your phone up to record you as you begin
  • You do everything you’re supposed to, and then you go, “is anyone there?”
  • you’re expecting the planchette to move or better yet do nothing, so hopefully you can get this over with
  • and then
  • poof
  • you scream when a (admittedly handsome) teenage boy suddenly appears before you, legs crossed and his face in his palm as his eyes stay closed 
  • once you’ve finished screaming, the boy slowly opens his eyes and murmurs, “hey”
  • you’re not sure what to say
  • this is the only spirit you can talk to? dont the spirits usually stay in the board and talk through that? why did it appear in front of you like this, and bored looking nonetheless?
  • you blink for a bit, unsure of what to do next when the spirit sighs “if you’re not gonna ask me any questions, can you end the session? i was having a good dream”
  • “spirits dream?” you ask him, and his eyes rise to lock with yours before he shrugs “something like that. any who, what’s up? im yugyeom”
  • you tell him your name reluctantly, and he simply nods, thinking you’re about to ask him all the usual questions like “will i get married to (insert heartthrob here)?” ”will i ever get rich?” “who’s gonna win the Super Bowl?”
  • but then you go “my… my friends dared me to do this. t-to call a spirit and ask you some questions, so… um… why dont witches ride their brooms when they’re angry?”
  • yugyeom’s interest is piqued and he sits up, thinking long and hard to answer, “because… road rage?”
  • you giggle nervously, looking at the list of things your friends forced you to ask him “so they don’t fly off the handle”
  • you’re not expecting yugyeom to find it as funny as he does but he’s bent over laughing like you’ve told the best joke he’s ever heard
  • “tell me more!” he demands, eyes alight and all the boredom wiped off his face
  • quickly, you start listing off jokes from the top of your head, all of them tickling him in one way or another
  • you don’t even realize that your phone has died of battery or that it’s suddenly gotten late until you turn to grab your phone and see the moon high in the sky
  • “oh, i didn’t think we talked that long… I dont even think they’ll see you show up on camera”
  • “they won’t, but i can help you make it look like you did the dare, and prank them too”
  • you furrow your eyebrows and listen in and he grins, telling you to charge your phone and that you’ll find out soon
  • ten minutes later, you’re sat with the phone before you and the board out, yugyeom having disappeared from sight
  • he’s told you to ask the questions they’ve given you, and he’ll do the rest
  • once you’ve finished telling the first lame joke they’ve given you, the pillow on your bed flies across the room and starts hovering over your head, and its so unexpected that you react pretty well for the camera
  • yugyeom is grinning above you, having appeared above you with a finger raised to his lips
  • you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing as you continue to ask questions, and in response he makes the planchette move and gives you weird answers like “haunted horse party” or all out flips the board to appear like an angry spirit
  • he shuts off the recording in the middle of making it hover “in thin air”, and you’ve got your elaborate prank
  • “this is the most fun I’ve had in years” yugyeom laughs
  • “im gonna have to thank that old lady when i return the board”
  • you’re pretty surprised to see yugyeom’s expression turn sad and he just kinda pouts at you like a kicked puppy
  • you feel bad instantly
  • “you… can’t you keep me- i mean, the board? i promise im fun to talk to!! ill never possess you or anything… unless you want to be possessed by a spirit then i’ll definitely make sure we make a fair deal or something-” “yugyeom i can keep the board calm down” 
  • hes so happy and tells you that if you ever need someone to talk to you or whatever you can just take out the board and talk to him
  • you’re kinda surprised that you’ve unintentionally made friends with a spirit but hey, he’s cute and he’s almost definitely not going to kill you
  • so this goes on for a while
  • you lock yourself into the privacy of your room and take out the board and honestly you and yugyeom just hang
  • he tells you about all of the weird experiences he’s had with people who try to channel him and you sometimes use him to spook your friends bc its pretty funny ngl
  • he makes you into a lil shit too
  • sometimes you just open the ouija board and let him follow you around the house
  • he’ll bother your family, move things onto high shelves, take things and hide them in new places, and overall just entertain himself
  • you accidentally left the board open once and when a guy in your class came over to study he spent the whole time tugging on the guy’s gelled hair
  • when the guy went to the bathroom, yugyeom snuck in and made fog appear on the mirror before he wrote for him to “get lost or get possessed”
  • needless to say that guy ran away from your house and never talked to you again
  • “i dont like that guy” “oh wow, i didn’t notice with how you repeatedly whispered in my ear ‘i dont like this guy’”
  • technically, if you keep the ouija board open, yugyeom can go anywhere with you, but only so far or the connection gets kinda weak
  • so sometimes you take a backpack and open the board inside when you go places and you want him to be there with you
  • one time you took the board with you to a horror movie and sat it up in the seat next to you and people thought you were crazy but yugyeom was right next to you making fun of the fake ghosts
  • one time you’re really curious so you go “yugyeom, has anyone ever tried to release you?”
  • yugyeom is pretty shocked that you’ve asked and tells you that no, no one has ever cared abt him enough to stick around after the first few sessions, let alone to release him from the board altogether
  • you decide that you’ve formed a pretty strong relationship with yugyeom so you offer to let him out
  • yugyeom is really apprehensive and you are too bc obviously its dangerous and he doesn’t know what will happen to him if he is released
  • will people see him? will he inhabit something else? will he live a normal life or remain a spirit?
  • “i’d… think i’d like that. but i can’t promise that everything will go right afterwards”
  • you know, you’ve known for a while, but you want to try for him
  • you can’t help daydreaming of being with him in other ways bc he’s so sweet and really cares for you
  • he knows you so well its kind of crazy
  • you’ve even caught yourself day dreaming about kissing those pretty lips every time he laughs, or whispers in you ear late into the night
  • the fact that he has no problem being close and intimate with you already leaves you pretty flustered as it is
  • you’ve grown impossibly attached to this goofy spirit and if you can free him from the board, you’d love to
  • the only thing is that the only way to free his spirit from the board is to break it
  • either you’d free him or you’d lose him forever, and that’s what scares you
  • you make up your mind and summon him to get his permission, and when he gives you the go ahead with a shaky smile, you snap it in half with all your might
  • its silent afterwards
  • you don’t feel yugyeom’s warm presence like usual
  • you call out his name softly, sadly, thinking that you’ve done it and lost his spirit forever
  • your hands hold the broken pieces of the board and you’re moved near to tears now, knowing you’ve messed up for real and you’d never see yugyeom again
  • then two warm arms wrap around you from behind and you flinch, eyes wet as you turn to observe who’s there, and you smile when you make eye contact with yugyeom
  • hes grinning at you too, but something feels,,, off
  • its not like his usual, carefree smiles
  • his canines look a little sharper
  • his grip feels a little rougher
  • his lips a little more red than soft pink
  • his arms tighten that much more around your middle and you blink, your smile faltering as he says nothing
  • “y-yugy?” you ask softly, and you watch as his grin melts into something of a smirk
  • the smirk is different too bc unlike his usual playful smirks after he’s scared you coming out of the bathroom or pulled a successful prank on someone, it’s hidden with intentions you’ve never seen on him
  • it doesn’t fit the yugyeom you know
  • “you know… when they tell you not to play with spirits, you should probably listen” he says, his pupils glinting a blood red as his fingernails, no, claws dig into your hips
  • your hands shake as he twists you around, shoving you up against the nearest wall as one of his hands encircles your wrist and the other grasps your chin
  • you’re nearly shitting your pants at this point, staring at who you once thought was the kind, caring spirit that you’d grown to love
  • he leans in impossibly close, taking up all the air in your lungs as his breath fans across your lips 
  • his tongue glides out, licking his lips slowly before he whispers teasingly against your trembling mouth
  • “they might just be demons in disguise”
  • remember when i said he wasn’t a demon :)))) i lied

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feels like home - two

bughead fanfiction – unbeta’d – chp 2/2 - based off this post thread

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“It’s a funny thing coming home.
Nothing changes. Everything looks
the same, feels the same, even
smells the same. You realize what’s
changed, is you.”
—Eric Roth

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Jughead knows exactly what happened, but he asks anyway.

Leaning against his office desk, staring pointedly at the twelve-year-old across from him in his chair, his daughter sits, her face pinched with guilt and irritation at being questioned.  

“So,” he crosses his arms over his chest with a stern face. “Let’s hear it.”

“What?” Julie grumbles, mimicking his position and leveling her gaze with his.

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CS + teenage crimes

Summary: Henry’s bit of teenage revelry dredges up some memories Emma could gladly do without, go thing her pirate’s there for her to lean on.

Word Count: 1, 326

Rating: PG

Tags: #cs one shot  #cs future family fic  #cs angst

            Sheriff Emma Swan leaned back in her rolling desk chair with a sigh, having just spent the last few hours in her office at the sheriff’s station answering basically frivolous complaint calls, filling in paperwork, and of course, clearing up all the hassle that came along with the previous night’s prank.  She flicked her long hair back over her shoulders once more, blew out a breath of frustration, and rolled her neck experimentally, hoping to work out the crick she could already feel.  Scanning the desktop surface and fruitlessly checking her wrist where she sometimes wore one in case it was needed, she failed to find a hair tie.  She’d been trying to wear her hair down more often, not that her husband would ever tell her how to dress or style herself, but the look in Killian’s eyes the first time he’d seen her all done up for a night out with her hair falling loose down her back in long, golden spiral curls, had been worth the bit of inconvenience.  She knew that gleam in his eye well, and Emma wasn’t above admitting – at least to herself – that she enjoyed putting it there every so often.  Granted, Killian never failed to make it clear that he loved her, appreciated her, and found her beautiful every day, even after almost three years of marriage, but that gobsmacked, just swallowed his own tongue response was something else entirely.

            Eventually, she stalked over to the coat rack where she’d hung her purse and rooted a rubber band from within its depths; for now, a ponytail gave her at least one less small annoyance on her plate.  That done, she flopped back into her seat and forced herself to refocus on the report spread out before her.  It was just a simple Disturbance of the Peace complaint – but the fact that it was against Henry, Violet, and a few of their friends for a toilet papering escapade on the wrong townsperson made Emma fret over it all the same.  They defaced nothing, nothing was broken – they had barely gotten tissue over than more than a couple of the hedges – but none of that seemed to calm down Old Mother Hubbard herself.  Once David had arrived to answer the summons (he’d been the one on duty the night before) he had managed to talk the old battleaxe down from pressing charges.  It had been a near thing though, and Emma couldn’t help the smirk and shake of her head at her mother’s response to that news.  “Well why did you think I called him Charming?” she’d asked innocently.  However, the elderly woman had still been ranting that something needed to be done, kids today were out of control, and she could hardly sleep peacefully at night wondering what might happen next.

            Emma snorted at that last bit, feeling inclined to go tell the old biddy that if she didn’t like surprises she was living in the wrong town.  Instead though, she had simply ordered Henry to bed once her dad had swung by with him in the cruiser the night before.  Over breakfast, she’d told him that while she understood that he was sixteen, almost seventeen, and there were a lot of worse things he could have been caught doing, and that she knew none of them had meant any harm, she still wanted him to go and apologize to Mrs. Hubbard for frightening her and not respecting her property.  Henry had offered a monosyllabic “fine” and tromped out soon after, seeming not to be softened at all by the fact that Emma had ended the whole thing by trying to explain how much she loved him and what a good heart she knew he had; she simply didn’t want something that couldn’t be forgotten, some harmless teenage crime, to keep others from seeing the special young man he was.  She didn’t want anything to happen which could stand in the way of whatever dream he wanted to pursue in just a few years’ time.  She knew all too well that some marks against a person never fully faded.

            She could only hope he would be in better humor and more willing to listen later that night.  Probably not, since she had heard Violet’s father had grounded her for a month, therefore robbing Henry of his girlfriend and main companion for the next few weeks.  Though the man might actually have ended up being from Connecticut not Camelot, Emma sensed some Middle Age ideas about propriety might have stuck.

            Standing again, she went to file the report in the cabinet on the office’s back wall, and then leaned her head against it.  What it really boiled down to, she realized sadly, was that she didn’t even feel she had much room to reprimand her son.  She hated thinking back to those miserable, desperate days, but when she did, it wasn’t easy for her knowing that when she was a teenager she’d done so much worse.  Emma’s shoulders slumped as she stood there, torn, with her mind back in days she didn’t want to relive.

            A knock on the door interrupted her reverie, causing her to pull back and turn quickly to face whoever might be watching, running a hand under her eyes tellingly over suspiciously damp cheeks. 

            “Love, what is it?” her husband’s concerned voice, broke through her turmoil.  And she couldn’t help being glad it was him seeing her in her moment of weakness; if it had to be someone, at least he would understand.  Her pirate was across the room in two seconds and gathering her into his arms.

            Rather than trying to pull away and convince him she was fine, Emma leaned into his solid support, rested her head on his chest, and drew some comfort from his warmth.

            “You left so quickly after Henry this morning,” Killian continued.  “I wasn’t so sure that it went well.  Thought I should see if there was anything I could do.”

            Emma hugged him back, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning back just enough to peer up into his beautiful, adoring face.  “You’re already doing the best thing you could do for me.”

            “It’s just a hug, Swan,” he murmured at her hairline.  “You’ve been upset, and I want to help.  You do know that Henry and his mates didn’t cause any real damage, aye?”

            She gave him a watery smile in return, drawing a steadying breath.  “It’s not that…” she paused, then looked at him again and it all came pouring out.  “I’m upset because what kind of example am I, Killian?  At his age, I was shoplifting to eat, squatting in hotel rooms, living on the run.”  She sniffled, but didn’t stop, “How can I reprimand him for some harmless fun, when at just a year or so older, I was pregnant with him, in prison?!”

            Killian sighed, his brow furrowed with sadness for her, both now and for the young, frightened girl she had been, while he pulled her into his embrace once more.  Emma was grateful when he didn’t immediately offer platitudes or tell her it would be fine, but simply brushed his hook across her shoulder blades and swayed her gently back and forth.  “Oh Love,” he crooned. “You’ve come so far since then…worked so hard… Your teenage crimes have no bearing on that.  You boy is a bright lad.  He will understand.”

            It didn’t make her doubts, her worries for Henry, or the past hurt go away, but somehow Emma felt better all the same, just relaxing in her husband’s arms, knowing he would always believe in her and always see the best in even her clumsiest attempts. 

            “Do you always know just the right thing to say?” she asked him fondly, bemused half smile blooming on her face.

            Killian merely grinned back at his amazing, strong, survivor of a wife, with satisfaction, “Only with you, Emma.”


by @snowbellewells

d0g-bless  asked:

I have a couple sentence prompts. Would you do one of these for a Shidge fic? “I have in front of me: One DVD, seven remote controls, and an entertainment center. This will be a voyage of discovery.” OR “Fight me. Pillow fight. And by fight I mean cuddle.”

AH thank you! Both of these prompts were sooo good. I am genuinely surprised that I didn’t go with the pillow fight one… maybe next time. Because I’m terrible, this is actually a follow up to the last Shidge ficlet I did.  And, like the last one, this one is silly long. I hope you enjoy!

There were very few certainties in the universe. She’d been told as much in the upper level physics classes she’d sneak into when Matt was still at the Garrison. Numbers could get you far, past the point where real became intangible, but the further you went, the more probability became just that: chance

It wasn’t certain that the sun that had risen over a small, blue planet for millions of years wouldn’t suddenly buckle in on itself, taking everything with it. It wasn’t certain that the alien life hailing over the comm was friendly. Staying alive wasn’t a certainty, but then again, neither was staying dead. Even the laws of gravity, which Katie had sworn by every day for the first seventeen years of her life, were far from certain. Newton had gotten a decent amount right, but then again, he’d been pretty certain that there weren’t ancient extraterrestrial species zipping around space with complete disregard for his laws and calculations millennia before the Earth was even two particles destined for a collision course. Katie had learned that whole ‘gravity isn’t a certainty’ thing the hard way, over and over again, for her next four years.

All of this Katie reflects on in the first few ticks of wakefulness. That was the problem with the healing pod, as far as she was concerned: her brain went offline for who knew how long, and when she finally rebooted, it was like one hundred different programs were all trying to start up at once.

 Her brain provides more examples of uncertainties as the thick restoration suspension drains from the rest of the pod. Opening her eyes, she blinks away the quick-drying fluid. It’s not so much that she expects to see anything past the thick, lighted glass of the pod, as that she doesn’t want the liquid to cake her eyes shut.

Seeing through the glass is an impossibility, but in an unpredictable universe, she is positive that there’s someone just on the other side. She feels the tug on her bones as gravity starts to take its hold once more in the pod. For once, there are two things she can be utterly certain of: her knees will give out the moment gravity is fully restored, and Shiro will catch her.

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