this is way more fun than i thought

Hey all~!

I just wanted to post a wee update. All current shop orders for in stock order have their labels ready to go and I’m getting them packed up this afternoon to drop off this evening.

I’m planning a pretty large stock drop here soon. I’d say it’s still about a week out or so. I’m doing some dabbling with some new colors and the like.

The smaller Faust is in the works as well. I just haven’t had a chance to really get him finished up so I can make the mold to test him out. But I’m working on it! 

Sorry it’s been a bit quiet~! I thought a large stock drop would be fun to try and provide a bunch of new exciting looking toys. It’s just taking way more time than I thought it would. oAo Ahaha. 

Customs are open as well~! I have a couple to finish up this week but once they’re done I’m ready to start on any others that come in. 

Thank you all for your continued support. 

It’s Been Awhile!

Hi Everyone!!

I’m so sorry for how long it has been since I’ve posted! Life got a bit hectic and a bit crazy (in a good way!) and of course things just got put on the back burner. Your concern and well wishes are so, so, so kind and have brought tears to my eyes (in a good way haha).

Honestly, a bit of the fic writing drive has faded a bit. I haven’t had a ton of inspiration to write. It was so much fun writing and I love being a part of this loving and caring community! Maybe one day I’ll post again, who knows! A particular prompt might spur that on!

In the meantime I am still teaching full time which I love more than anything and I’m planning a wedding which is way more work than I thought! I’m also in the process of writing a children’s book which has also been super busy but very time consuming.

I’m sorry with how I just left everyone in the lurch! I kept thinking to myself “Next week, next week” and then it was a year! Jeez!

So, I might post something again but in the meantime know that you all were just amazing. You were there when I was lonely and depressed. You were there when I started becoming more confident in myself. You helped encourage me to do things that I love. 

Who knew a silly little fan fiction hobby could do all that?

So, thank you! I love you all!!

Chatting (By Other Means)

MariChat May 13th: SIN

(ao3)

Sequel: Link

Summary: Flattery gets Chat somewhere.


Marinette couldn’t help but think that Chat’s behavior lately was patently unfair. His complete disregard for her heart was beginning to chip away what little resistance she had to his, admittedly silly, charm. What was she supposed to do when he told her she was amazing, cute, and a thousand other things? She may have been used to his compliments as Ladybug, but that was as Ladybug. She didn’t really feel like Marinette deserved the kind of flattery Chat was bestowing on her. Which was probably why it had such an effect on her in the first place.

It was also the reason she was where she was: Pressing Chat Noir back against her desk as she pressed her lips to his.

Really, she was just angry that Chat had the audacity to steal her heart. She had spent so long trying to guard it as Ladybug that she should have known better. She thought that, as Marinette, she wouldn’t have to worry about Chat and his Chattiness. So, when Chat showed up for the hundredth time with that stupidly attractive grin on his face and a compliment on his lips she thought the best course of action was to shut him up preemptively.

Which, in retrospect, was probably the biggest mistake she could make if she wanted her heart back.

Especially when he started kissing her back.

She felt her breath hitch as he pressed his lips harder into hers. She could feel his hands as they moved to her sides to lightly hold her. His long nails bit into her skin through her clothes. Her own hands were still on his chest from when she had pushed him towards her desk. Chat had his eyes closed and Marinette closed her own as soon as he she felt him try to deepen the kiss further. They bumped their noses together as they continued kissing.

She tried to deepen the kiss even further by asking for entrance with her tongue, but instead he parted their lips. She whimpered slightly at the sudden loss of contact. They both opened their eyes as they panted; out of breath from kissing.

Her breath hitched when she noticed the desire shining in his eyes.

A smirk pulled at his lips. Just as he was opening his mouth to undoubtedly say something embarrassing she closed the distance and resealed his lips with her own. With her eyes already closed she missed Chat’s eyes widening and a soft pliant look overtaking them. Closing his eyes once more Chat tugged the girl even closer to him. Close enough for them to feel their chests touching. The only thing between them her hands.

Marinette flushed further, but instead of retreating she gently pressed her tongue against his lips. Chat answered her request by slipping his tongue into her mouth. She shivered at the feeling of his tongue battling with hers. She whined when he abruptly pulled back only to giggle when he started to place light kisses on her cheeks and nose.

He pulled away from her face and grinned.

Marinette felt a little bit of dread. If she didn’t do something he would probably ruin everything with some comment about cats and tongues. To stop him she quickly moved towards him to start planting her own kisses on his face. First she placed gentle kisses to his cheeks that could almost be mistaken for a normal greeting, if it weren’t for how wet her lips were from them kissing. Next, she pressed a gentle kiss to his nose and then giggled when it scrunched up cutely.

Chat pouted at her giggling and quickly moved to put a stop to it. She squeaked as he pulled her close once more and positively melted when he pressed his lips back into hers. This kiss was rougher than the earlier ones as Chat sought to make her come undone. His tongue was eagerly accepted back into her mouth as she moaned. Embarrassed by the sound Marinette was surprised by the slight purring noise she earned from Chat in return. Emboldened by the purring Marinette didn’t hesitate to show her appreciation by running her hands up and down his chest.

Chat meanwhile was attempting to get more moans out of her. He moved his hands slowly down her sides before taking her hips in a firm grip. The moan he got for that made him purr even louder.

They suddenly broke apart when they both heard Marinette’s mother call for her. A look of relief was shared when they both realized she was shouting from below and hadn’t come up to find them smacking lips.

Realizing he needed to go Chat glanced towards the hatch. She gestured that it was fine and he could leave. With a final look of regret at having to leave so suddenly Chat pressed a lingering and gentle kiss to her brow and then bid her farewell.

Marinette sighed as she watched him disappear. At least she had succeeded in stopping him from talking.

As she headed down to help her mother one last thought got stuck in her head.

Would kissing him next time work to stop him again? She smirked. Well, there was only one way to find out.

She couldn’t wait to see if it worked next time as well.

I Lost…

Aries: Time trying to make something beautiful out of nothing beautiful

Taurus: Shits to give when I realized the amount of effort you gave to me was less than zero

Gemini: The smile on my face I thought was permanently there

Cancer: Myself, trying to drown myself in you, trying to make you happy, but all in vein

Leo: The way I should act around you by overthinking and losing my identity in the process

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No Strings

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,019

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How do you find out if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually want to answer. 

Originally posted by syuubd

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EXCLUSIVE: 'Once Upon a Time' Stars Spill on the Big Musical Episode Surprise: 'Hook and Emma Get Married!'

Here comes… the Savior!

We at ET are thrilled to confirm that Once Upon a Time’s highly anticipated musical extravaganza – which will air Sunday, May 7 – will also be the episode in which Emma Swan and Killian Jones get married.

(We’re just going to pause here for a second to let that glorious news sink in and for the subsequent screams of excitement die down. All good? Great! Now take another deep breath and keep reading…)

ET had the pleasure of visiting Once Upon a Time’s set in Vancouver, Canada, last month during filming of the musical matrimony, and we asked the star-studded cast what their initial reaction was after discovering that Emma and Hook would be tying the knot in season six’s penultimate episode.

“I thought it was perfect,” Jennifer Morrison gushed to ET during a joint interview with co-star Colin O'Donoghue. “We just felt, like, what better way to make it feel extra special than to have [the wedding] also be the musical episode?”

From recording the original songs, to learning the choreography and finding the inspiration for her wedding gown, (more on that later!) Morrison revealed that working on the musical episode has been a career highlight.

“It’s been so fun!” the 38-year-old actress exclaimed. “I mean, I feel like I just keep repeating myself: It’s just so fun! it’s just so fun!”

“You’re going to have a whole article of Jennifer saying, ‘It’s just so fun!’ over and over again,” O'Donoghue said with a laugh.

When asked how they would tease the episode for the fans, the actors were quick to cut to the chase.

“It’s a musical episode where Hook and Emma…” Morrison began thoughtfully.

“Get married!” O'Donoghue chimed in with a smirk. “Teased! Boom!”

“Oh wait, you mean without a spoiler? Umm, but it’s a spoiler, on top of a spoiler, wrapped in a spoiler!” Morrison dished. “Hook and Emma find themselves on a brand new adventure that changes the rest of their lives. Wait, that’s not good. Hmm, OK. Hook and Emma follow through on a critical decision…”

“With music, and dance, and some mighty fine romance!” O'Donoghue added.

Although we’re not going to reveal any specific episode details at this time, we can tell you that Morrison and O'Donoghue are well aware that Captain Swan fans are going to completely lose it when they see Emma and Killian’s wedding.

“I hope their brains explode!” Morrison giggled playfully. “I mean, I hope they enjoy it as much as we have. It’s been so fun. I just said it again!”

x

Here we go again..................

That MTV interview with the photographer was a well written piece of propaganda for “Bare with me”, basically saying that love is love, and it is beautiful in all forms. The stuff about Lauren and Lucy was all propaganda to prop up the narrative.

The photographer and the wardrobe lady were only saying what they were advised to say. LIES! (though the wardrobe lady decided to fuck the narrative a bit with the “sisterly and maternal connection”) Management did the same thing with DWTS. Val was advised to lie about when and where he had his first meet up with Normani for DWTS. They had been rehearsing for days before that Houston Rodeo, yet they wanted to push the narrative to the general public that the girls were in on the surprise, and helped introduce Mani to her dance partner. Why? To show how much they support her decision to do her own thing.

My point is, they (management) have no problem getting outside forces, other than the girls, to help sell their narrative. The ladies who did that photo-shoot with Lauren and Lucy are no different. Why have the photographer say what she said? They needed someone, other than Lauren or Lucy, to confirm that Laucy was real, to prove that Camren wasn’t. That one interview killed three birds with one stone. It confirmed Laucy, destroyed Camren, then destroyed Laucy, all at the same damn time. Brilliant actually.

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OBS&BH Highlights

-“obviously taking great amusement in the fact that Viktor had not only been caught looking but that Yuuri had so unexpectedly flirted back, sly and teasing”

Oh Viktor. Oh, honey. No. this poor man so desperately wants The Love of His Life to notice him that he literally took a long-planned, thought out insult and turned it into a flirtatious gesture. 

-“There was absolutely no other way to look at the comment”

A R E   Y O U   S U R E   A B O U T   T H A T   S W E E T Y 

-Viktor writing an literal novel about his arm around Yuuri’s shoulder, while Yuuri was just there like “why do we have to get off the podiums. get ur arm off me scrub”

-CHRIS BEING WINGMAN OF THE YEAR 

-Viktor taking paragraphs to describe Yuuri’s nearly-naked body and then seeing christophe and being like “lol yeah and chris is also naked. now back to yuuri.”

-“”You have…pretty eyes.” Viktor nearly tripped over the bed in surprise.”

Viktor ‘Extra’ Nikiforov just watched this guy pole dance naked in front of an entire room of people and got his hair pulled, yet he can’t handle Yuuri complimenting his eyes. 

- “finally, after years of wanting, he finally had something in return. Not everything, not the closeness in every sense of the word that he had been dreaming of but the first small fraction, the rest hopefully eventually following in its wake.”

This dude is planning  l o n g t e r m. He didn’t even hesitate to throw himself into this HEADFIRST with EVERY FIBER OF HIS BEING. Viktor’s philosophy in this story is “either yuuri and i will get married or i will die sad and alone.” There’s no middle ground.

-”It almost seemed like no time had passed when the doors finally slid open again, Viktor far too caught up in kissing Yuuri to notice almost anything else.”

could you imagine if there had been. like. an ISU employee waiting to get on the elevator just then. neither of them would have even noticed that they were basically having sex in the hallway in front of a horrified person who probably decided to quit their job the next day. 

-”He would give Yuuri the whole wardrobe if he asked for it.”

No comment. This boy is so far gone, I dont even think it needs to be explained. 

-”he had also enjoyed the playful way that Yuuri had flipped them over, taking control of the encounter”

i distinctly remember that in UMFB&MHA yuuri thought it was a huge power struggle between them. he so desperately wanted to be on top to show that he was more powerful than viktor.. and then viktor’s thoughts were something along the lines of “omg this cute lil boy look how playful he’s being, flipping me over. my turn to flip him over!!! look at all the fun we have together.”

Two Months

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Summary: Ever since Derek entered the lives of Stiles, Scott and (Y/N), (Y/N) always had a fascination with him. Tall, dark and handsome; what more could she ask for? She could ask for there to be two-way feelings; Derek is older than (Y/N) by nearly eight years, and that thought keeps playing on the back of his mind. Can (Y/N) change his mind?

Word Count: 1,084

Prompt: -

A/N: I just wanted to have a little fun with this imagine; I write so much fluffy imagines that I wanted to dabble in something else. There is SMUT **That is your warning**

Originally posted by monstrousmess

“(Y/N), you take Derek to the loft; I’ll go to the Sheriff’s station!” Stiles exclaimed, shoving a weak and exhausted looking Derek to you. You barely managed to stabilize yourself and Derek’s heavy figure. You nodded, and walked him to your truck, opening the passenger’s door and allowing him to heave himself into the vehicle. “Don’t get any ideas,” He moaned, holding his hand over a bloody wound.

With a smirk on your face, you walked over to your side and started the truck, driving in the direction of Derek’s home. “I don’t understand why you won’t just give into me.” You teased, when you heard him moan; even though it wasn’t a moan of pleasure, it still created a wave of heat between your legs. “You’re seventeen years old.” He snarled, smelling the arousal that he created.

“Eighteen in two months.” You corrected, a confident smile on your face. You pulled up to his loft, “Why isn’t it healing?”

“It is, it’s just taking its own sweet time.” He snarled, carrying himself up the stairs and into the loft where he crashed onto the couch. “You might be more comfortable with your shirt off.” You mentioned, secretly hoping that he’d tear it off him; but your dream was crushed when he sent you a glare that could kill. You raised your hands in defense and took a seat on the chair next to the sofa. “You can go now.” He hissed in pain.

You shook your head, “Stiles told me to wait until it healed.” You took out your phone and started playing a random game until the light from outside started to dim. Sneaking a glance at Derek, you noticed that his eyes were shut and light snores could be heard up close. You smiled at his peaceful figure; realising you liked him a lot better when he was asleep – he was quiet and this way you could appreciate his beauty.

“(Y/N),” You felt a nudge on your shoulder, jumping from the soothing snooze that you were having. “It’s healed, let yourself out.” You stretched and watched Derek walk into his bedroom. You groaned, standing up and started to gather your possessions in your arm until your eyes caught sight of a handsome figure.

It was Derek, you could see his reflection from the mirror. He tore his bloody shirt off, revealing a toned, tanned body. You leaned up against the sofa, imaging how his arms would feel wrapping themselves around you; his hands gripping your waist, pulling you closer and his lips trailing their way down your neck until they reach your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipple.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you stormed into his room; Derek jumping from the sound of the door hitting the wall. “(Y/N), what…” He was taken back when you jumped into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist and his around your arse so you didn’t fall. You crashed your lips to his, your hands combing through his shaggy hair. You felt his beard brush against your chin when he kissed you back; the kiss was desperate, both of you were hungry for more. One more afraid to admit it.

Derek dropped you on his bed, but didn’t follow. You leaned back on your palms looking up at him, he avoided your eyes. “Derek, I don’t care that you’re older.” He walked away and you stopped up, “Stop,” He looked back at you, nervously you reached for the bottom of your shirt; pulling it over your head. His eyes went from your lips to your breasts, he licked his lips hungrily but didn’t make any move. You started to unbutton your shorts, pushing them down and kicking them away with your foot; leaving you in your white lingerie. Take god they’re matching today.

Derek looked you up and down – once, twice, and again before he slammed the bedroom door shut. “Fuck it,” He muttered under his breath before rushing to you, the palms of his hands grabbing your face to kiss your lips. He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you to his naked chest. He pushed his tongue through your lips and deepened the kiss. You let out a moan whilst his tongue explored your mouth. “Fuck, Derek.” He lowered you down onto his bed, supporting his weight with his elbow.

He kissed down your neck; it was everything you imagined, the sensation staying there even when he moved down passed your belly button. You jumped slightly when you felt his hands slip past your panties and rub you slightly. “Fuck (Y/N), you’re so wet.” He mumbled, licking down your body again. He looked up at you through his thick eyelashes; his eyes darkened with lust. You arched your body slightly so it was easier for him to remove the panties… with his teeth. Oh lord.

You relaxed back down, and grasped the blanket with your fist as you felt his tongue rub up and down your core. A whimper left your mouth when he started moving the tip of his tongue faster, “Fuck me,” You begged, feeling the sweat and arousal soak off you. “Please,” You begged, which he proved to love.

Derek quickly shed off his jeans, covering himself but he lined himself to your wet area. He leaned down and kissed your lips, “Are you sure?” He whispered, but you didn’t have a chance to answer when he shoved himself into you. “Oh, (Y/N), you’re so tight.” He moaned into your ear, pushing himself in more. The pain was something you never experienced before, he started to get faster, his hands grabbing your waist as he got deeper and deeper.

Your body began to shake when you felt him hit the spot, “Derek!” You screamed out in pleasure, his eyes glazed over now as he kept pounding into that one spot. His thumb went to your clit, rubbing it gently at first; just feeling a slight sensation on it but he got harder the more you moaned and whimpered. “Derek, I’m going to…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, you let out a scream as you felt your whole body give into him in that moment.

His body went limp against yours as he pounded once, twice before he let out a moan and relieved himself. He kissed your neck once more before pulling out and discarding of the evidence. He collapsed next to you, his arm draping around your naked body.

“Let’s do that again sometime.”

“In two months.”

My thoughts on Matt and Lance

I enjoy all of the langst about Lance feeling replaced when Matt comes in to play. But I feel like it wouldn’t be that way. Matt for an unknown amount of time was with a rebel group and if we know rebel groups, those dudes are all seriousness and no fun. And then Matt is reunited with Shiro, and is happy to see his sister. But quickly realizes Team Voltron is even more serious than the rebel faction. Enter Lance, the funny boy with major insecurities. Matt immediately likes him, he laughs at Lance’s jokes and flirts with him. (Bi Matt and Lance. Just because) Lance trains with Matt, they share stories about their siblings and Matt just feels at home with Lance. Lance even takes him flying with Blue and includes him in their time together. Lance finally feels like he is needed by someone, so he tells Matt how he felt before. Matt gets so mad about that, he tells Lance that he means the world to him. Lance is shocked and hugs Matt breaking down in his arms. Since that moment Matt never leaves Lance’s side, when they go to mall they both stare at the hot aliens and are the best wingmen. And Lance is do happy to finally have a partner.

I’ve got my swim trunks, and my flippie-floppies

for @legividivici, hope you like it!! <3 (ao3)


The last place Clarke expected to run into anyone she knows is the literal middle of the ocean, but the cruise ship has barely left port before she spots a familiar head of tousled curls ahead of her in the crowd.

She loses sight of him before she can get a good look, so she chalks it up to her imagination. It’s entirely possible that Bellamy is on the same cruise she is– they did, after all, both just graduate, and therefore have the same budget and scheduling constraints– but she tells herself it probably isn’t him. And that even if it is him, it’s not like they’re going to run into each other.

So of course the next day she’s on one of the decks by the pool when a shadow falls over her and his voice says, “Is this chair taken?”

Clarke pushes her sunglasses up on top of her head and wrinkles her nose at him.

“I don’t know, I my tiara really ought to have a chair of its own.”

Bellamy smirks and sits on the edge of the chair, not moving her stuff– not yet– but settling in to bicker with her. As is their custom.

She and Bellamy were RAs in the same dorm two years ago, and they had differing ideas at first about how hands-on they needed to be with their freshmen. Despite the way they picked at each other, by the end of the year they’d become reluctant allies, his calling her ‘Princess’ taking on less of a sneer and more of a teasing edge, her comebacks laced with a smile. They had each other’s backs.

But she didn’t re-up her RA contract for her senior year, and he did, and they’re not the type of friends to outright admit they miss each other, so she hasn’t seen nearly as much of him in the past couple of semesters as she would like.

“You here with Wells?”

“And Raven,” she nods. “I was saving those seats for them, but I’m pretty sure they ditched me to have tiny cabin sex.”

“O and Lincoln ditched me pretty fast too. I think they’ve all forfeited their right to a saved seat,” he grins, passing her bag back to her. The way he lounges back in the chair, skin already browning, wind ruffling his hair, he looks like something straight out of an ad. Or Clarke’s fantasies. Either one, really.

Just because she used to think he was a Class-A dick (which he is, but not in the way she thought. In the fun way.) doesn’t mean she’s never noticed how great his hands are, or how he’s got perfect hair for pulling, or how there’s probably more than one way to wipe a smirk off his face.

“Sure, make yourself at home,” she grumbles. He grins at her and pulls his shirt off, which is– honestly just so unfair.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

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EXCLUSIVE: 'Once Upon a Time' Stars Spill on the Big Musical Episode Surprise: 'Hook and Emma Get Married!'
Here comes… the Savior!

Here comes… the Savior!                                        

We at ET are thrilled to confirm that Once Upon a Time’s highly anticipated musical extravaganza – which will air Sunday, May 7 – will also be the episode in which Emma Swan and Killian Jones get married.       

(We’re just going to pause here for a second to let that glorious news sink in and for the subsequent screams of excitement die down. All good? Great! Now take another deep breath and keep reading…)                                         

ET had the pleasure of visiting Once Upon a Time’s set in Vancouver, Canada, last month during filming of the musical matrimony, and we asked the star-studded cast what their initial reaction was after discovering that Emma and Hook would be tying the knot in season six’s penultimate episode.                       

“I thought it was perfect,” Jennifer Morrison gushed to ET during a joint interview with co-star Colin O'Donoghue. “We just felt, like, what better way to make it feel extra special than to have [the wedding] also be the musical episode?”                

From recording the original songs, to learning the choreography and finding the inspiration for her wedding gown, (more on that later!) Morrison revealed that working on the musical episode has been a career highlight.                                  

“It’s been so fun!” the 38-year-old actress exclaimed. “I mean, I feel like I just keep repeating myself: It’s just so fun! it’s just so fun!”                                         

“You’re going to have a whole article of Jennifer saying, ‘It’s just so fun!’ over and over again,” O'Donoghue said with a laugh.

When asked how they would tease the episode for the fans, the actors were quick to cut to the chase.                                        

“It’s a musical episode where Hook and Emma…” Morrison began thoughtfully.  

“Get married!” O'Donoghue chimed in with a smirk. “Teased! Boom!”                   

“Oh wait, you mean without a spoiler? Umm, but it’s a spoiler, on top of a spoiler, wrapped in a spoiler!” Morrison dished. “Hook and Emma find themselves on a brand new adventure that changes the rest of their lives. Wait, that’s not good. Hmm, OK. Hook and Emma follow through on a critical decision…”                     

“With music, and dance, and some mighty fine romance!“ O'Donoghue added.   

Although we’re not going to reveal any specific episode details at this time, we can tell you that Morrison and O'Donoghue are well aware that Captain Swan fans are going to completely lose it when they see Emma and Killian’s wedding. 

"I hope their brains explode!” Morrison giggled playfully. “I mean, I hope they enjoy it as much as we have. It’s been so fun. I just said it again!”                       

Listen up, Oncers! This article only contains a teeny, tiny bit of all the interviews that ET gathered while on set of Once Upon a Time’s musical wedding extravaganza, so make sure you keep it locked to ETonline and follow @LeanneAguilera on Twitter for even more magical scoop in the weeks to come! 

Once Upon a Time airs Sundays at 8 p.m. ET/PT on ABC.                                        

Hierarchy of infinite’s selfie taking skills:

1. Myungsoo- a wide variety of angles, facial expressions, and props. Knows exactly how to pop his dimples or part his lips to make the girls and boys go wild. +10 points for every time he’s taken a selfie with his cat.

2. Hoya- great command of his eyebrows. Consistent angle, but not so consistent that every selfie looks the same. A+ smoulder, but sometimes his smile screams “I’m at a family gathering and someone just asked me if I’ve found a girlfriend, but I’ve been single for five years.”

3. Woohyun- very cute, very pouty. Takes the expression “everybody has a good side” too seriously: his angle is 95% the right side of his face, 5% of the left. Will he ever reveal the left of his face?

4. Sunggyu- charming array of selfies, including the 50% of selfies which were taken to mock Sungjong. Has found a 45 degree angle which makes his eyes look bigger, but in turn makes him look about 7 years old.

5. Sungjong- selfies are below him, gets people to take gorgeous photos of himself posing dramatically (Sunggyu’s right- who takes those photos???) when we do get selfies, too many filters. Let’s stick to the modelling shots.

6. Dongwoo- 50% face, 50% hair. Takes selfies more for fun than to look good, which can be adorable but also can result in him looking a little… Strange.

7. Sungyeol- do selfies of Sungyeol exist?

The Game Part 1/3

Hi guys! Here’s the story I was really excited to share! I am exploring a new way of writing that’s a little challenging for me, so please tell me what you think! Also, I am LIVING through this character holy moly. Happy Saturday! 

Things to know: Time Period: 1940′s Bucky, tiny Steve, Info: Reader and Bucky have mutual friend in Steve, but Reader and Bucky don’t really know each other too well….UNTIL NOW BOOM BABY 

No Warnings

“Oh-ho-hooooooh-my-god, oh my god, Bucky Barnes just asked me to dance.” 

Your friend, Maria, had just walked over to the corner table of the bar and whispered her news to you and Steve. Well, she tried to walk, but her excitement had her practically galloping over to you. And her whispering sounding more like breathy shouting as she waved her hands in the air like she was shaking off water at a sink.

As she rambled on about how she hoped her hair and lipstick were still in place and she smoothed down her already perfect dress with her dainty hands, your eyes floated over to Bucky Barnes. He had absolutely heard Maria’s little freak out based on the way his head hung to hide his proud grin that was probably more of a smirk. 

“Well, go! Don’t keep him waiting!” you shooed her away playfully.

“Alright,” Maria said, smoothing down her dress once again. The second she turned to walk away, she spun around to you again and asked, “But, do I look-”

“You look absolutely beautiful, right Steve?” you interrupted her worries.

Steve suppressed his eye roll and smiled. “Yes. Go get ‘em, Maria.”

Maria nodded nervously, her hands glued to the soft fabric on her slim figure. She pivoted and spun on the toes of her new black heels and sashayed over to her dance partner. His soft, lopsided smile was the last thing you saw before you looked down and distracted yourself with the straw in your watered down coke. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve loosen his tie that looked a little too long for his small torso. He slid his chair away from the table and stuck his hand out to you. “You wanna go dance?” he asked. 

You smiled at him, but wrinkled your nose. “Nah, s’okay. I think I’m gonna go grab another soda. You want anything?” you said, pointing your thumb over your shoulder in the direction of the bar.

“Oh, come on,” he said and leaned in to you so you would hear him over the loud music. “I know we were both dragged here, but we could try to have some fun.”

He watched your features soften and your smile grow bigger than it had been all night. “You’re right, let’s go.” You took his hand and quickly kicked off your heels and left them under the table.

The band was roaring, the trumpets blared in your ears and the drums shook your core. You and Steve pretended to swing dance and laughed at your attempts that included unbalanced sugar twists, kicks, and spins. 

You pulled Steve closer to you so you could shout in his ear, “We look ridiculous, but this is the most fun I’ve had all month!”

A laugh escaped him that you could hardly hear over the music. “I look ridiculous, but you look pretty good!” You read his lips before he spun you around one last time as the last chord of the song was played.

The whole dance floor spun to the platform that held up the band and applauded. The next song was a slow one, the sound of a saxophone singing the high pitches made your heart sink. You started to return to your table when Steve grabbed your hand.

“Hey, (Y/N), one more,” he said, suggesting another dance.

You nodded and placed your hand on his shoulder while he gently held your free hand. His quick surge of confidence ran away from him as he awkwardly placed his hand high on your waist and began rocking you back and forth. Your smile wasn’t as bright anymore, but Steve knew it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t miss how your eyes flickered over to Bucky and Maria.

After a verse of quiet dancing, Steve’s voice caught your attention. “You’re a good friend, (Y/N).”

You patted his shoulder. “Aw, shucks, Steve-o. You’re makin’ me blush,” you joked.

“Shut up,” he chided as he spun you around, making you giggle, catching the attention of some of the other dancers. You didn’t care though.

When you landed back facing him, he continued. “I mean it, (Y/N), there aren’t many people like you out there. Hell, you’re dancin’ around the dirty bar floor in your bare feet just so I won’t feel so short.”

You snorted and felt heat rise to your cheeks. 

“Didn’t think I would notice?” Steve asked with raised eyebrows.

You shook your head, making him scoff. He rocked you back and forth as the music swelled, and when it lulled he said, “And you’re a good friend to Maria.”

“So are you, Steve,” you said, wondering where he was going with all this. 

He sighed, like he was having trouble saying what he wanted to. Finally, he practically whispered to you, “I know you have feelings for Bucky, (Y/N), you don’t have to hide it from me.”

Your eyes narrowed and you shook your head. “Bucky Barnes? Steve, I hardly know the guy, I don’t like him-”

“You do. But you won’t even admit it to yourself because you know Maria has a crush on him now.” When you didn’t shoo him away, he continued. “But maybe Maria’s not the girl for him.”

“That doesn’t matter-”

“(Y/N), you know Maria, she’ll get over him and move on to somebody else in a week-”

“Don’t say that about her,” you hissed over the music.

“You know it’s true!” He didn’t try to hide how irritated he was. 

The song had ended and the dancers were clapping as you yelled over them. “Just leave it alone, Steve!” you shouted and turned walked back to your table. 

You slipped your shoes back on and wrung your napkin in your hands, trying to calm yourself down. Guilt began to pool in your stomach as you thought about how that wretched conversation started. You just screamed at Steve after he told you what a good friend you were. 

Something thumped on the table in front of you and you looked up to see that Steve had replaced your warm coke with a fresh one.

“I’m sorry. I’m just watchin’ out for you and I poked my nose too far in your business,” he said with a sip through his straw.

“S’okay,” you said with a mock pout that quickly turned into a grin.

“Just don’t count yourself out so soon, okay?”

You sipped your soda and shook your head, making Steve roll his eyes. “Stubborn,” he mumbled, and you laughed.

By the time you and Steve finished your sodas the band was halfway through their last song of the night. You gathered your things just in time to applaud the band after the loud swing tune. Maria met you and Steve by the door and as you walked out, she gave you all the details of her night.

“He’s such a great dancer, (Y/N)!”

“I saw you guys! It looked like you were having a great time.” You smiled, genuinely happy that your friend had a nice night.

“It was such a great time. And, hey, I saw you got Steve up on the dance floor, nice goin’!” She added. 

“Actually, it was Steve-o here who dragged me up there,” you giggled and cocked your brow. You linked your arm in Steve’s after he growled and patted his arm. 

“Wow, Steve look at you being-”

“Oh shoot!” you interrupted her. “I left my shawl on my chair in the bar. My sister’s gonna kill me if I don’t give it back to her in the morning.”

“We can go back,” Steve shrugged.

“Nah, I’ll just go. I’ll meet you guys in a minute,” you waved and started back in the direction you came from, the bright light of the bars and convenience stores lighting your way.

When you walked through the doors of the club, only the janitor remained with the band members who were packing up their instruments. You quickly walked over to the table where you and Steve had been sitting for most of the night, but when you arrived, your sweater wasn’t there. You frantically leaned down to look under the table, hoping you had simply dropped it and not lost it. 

There was nothing under the table but crumbs and a napkin, which you picked up and tossed next to the coke you had been drinking. Just as dread plagued your stomach, you heard someone say your name. 

“Hey (Y/N), this is yours, isn’t it?”

You looked up to the door of the bar to see Bucky Barnes holding out your shawl. His cheeks were flushed and his chest rising and falling faster than normal. “I saw it sitting here and ran to find Steve, but he said you had already come back for it.”

You swallowed thickly and walked over to him, nodding your head. “Yeah, it’s mine. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. Before you could take the sweater from him, he was hanging it on your shoulders and ushering you out the door. “Let’s get you home, huh? It’s late.”

“Oh, that’s okay, Steve and Maria are waiting for me about a block down,” you excused, propping your hair behind your ears and glancing at the sidewalk.

“I told them to go ahead, that I’d walk you home,” he cleared his throat. “Is that okay?”

You nodded quickly, which probably looked more like a neck spasm because of your nerves.

After a few silent steps, Bucky shifted his gaze from the ground to you and asked if you had a good time.

“Yeah, I did. What about you?” You returned.

“Yeah, I had a nice time. S’a good band, ya know?”

He swung his arms as he walked, but you felt yourself moseying along as stiff as a board.

“Ya know what’s funny?”

“What?” you asked, looking up at him for the first time since you left the bar.

“You and I are both such good friends with Steve, but we never see each other. We don’t spend any time together.”

You hummed in agreement.

“In fact, I think this is the first time you and I have said more than three words to each other,” he said. 

You laughed and felt your shoulders relax a bit. “Yeah, I think it is.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and easy.

“I saw you two dancing out there tonight, looked like fun,” Bucky said.

“Yeah, he dragged me out there, but I had a great time,” you said fondly.

“Really?” he asked. “I thought it would have been the other way around.” 

“Maria said that too,” you laughed, pointing a finger at the coincidence. 

He shook his head. “I’ve never heard of Steve asking a pretty girl to dance.”

You tried to ignore the compliment, but your efforts were useless. You looked at the marquees hanging on the buildings beside you to hide your red cheeks. “We’re good friends, that’s all.”

“I know,” he nodded his head, suddenly serious. “I’ve never seen him open up to someone the way he does with you. It’s nice to see.”

When you glanced his way, you saw his bright blue eyes already on you. You hummed in agreement. “He’s a wonderful friend to me. He babies me too much, but hey-” your own laugh cut you off as you shrugged. 

Bucky chuckled with you. “Well, he cares a lot about you.” You didn’t miss him lick his lips. “I feel like I know you inside and out from the way he talks about you all the time.”

“I could say the same thing about you,” you teased. 

“Oh, boy.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Hopefully, you only hear the nice stories,” he said, which made you giggle. 

“Don’t worry,” you reassured him. “Steve shines the brightest light on you.” You caught his lopsided grin before he turned his head away from you. Was he blushing?

As you came up to your apartment, you said to Bucky, “I’m glad Steve has you. He needs a guy friend,” you said with a crinkled nose. “Someone to keep him up to date on the Dodgers.”

That made him laugh. 

He followed you up the stairs to the front door. When you reached the landing and turned to face him he said,  “And I’m glad Steve has you. Someone to dance with.” He winked when you chuckled. 

His eyes flickered from you to the ground and his tongue shot out to graze over his pink lips again. “Maybe I can steal you from him sometime.”

His suggestion made you stand a little straighter and a smirk played on your lips. “You’ll have to take that up with Steve.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and pushed down until you thought the seams would rip right then. “I will,” he said with a nod.

His eyes stared into yours until you felt your cheeks turn pink at the contact. You pushed your hair behind your ear and thanked him for walking you home.

“My pleasure.”

You turned around and opened the door, but before you could step inside, the urgency in his voice stopped you, like he forgot something. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight, Bucky.” You smiled at him one last time, stepped inside and closed the door behind you. In the dark, you leaned against the door and took a shaky breath, afraid your legs would give out.

Steve was right. You shouldn’t have counted yourself out so early in the game.

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i am constantly growing as a person and i’m very thankful for it.. i just.. love myself? in the most sincere way. i am aware of my flaws, and i accept them, but i don’t encourage them. i allow myself to make mistakes, and forgive myself for them, but push myself to learn from them and use the experience to become better. i am understanding of my limits, but i also make myself take chances sometimes, because i also know i’m capable of more than i’d like to think i am.. and sometimes, the only way to grow is to make yourself… i don’t have it all figured it out, and i still have a long way to go, in my own personal journey, but i’ll be there with myself every step of the way. and that’s a very nice thought.

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genre- fluff, smidge of angst, lovey-dovey

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summary- kisses are a way of showing love, and you and yoongi know that best

a/n- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HEART, MIN YOONGI. i love him so much :’) it’s also @bangtanshopex‘s (aka tina!) birthday!! go wish her a happy bday ❤ this scenario is also based off of ed sheeran’s song kiss me.  i love ed sheeran, definitely check him out if you haven’t!! his new album is amazing!

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settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in 

The night was cool, with the chirping of crickets echoing throughout the room. A gentle breeze flowed through your bedroom window, causing you to shiver slightly as you pulled your comforter closer to your chest.

“You’re too far away,” Yoongi mumbled against his pillow. You felt his cold fingers grab hold of your wrist as he whined. “Come closer.”

With a grin, you rolled over and fit yourself against Yoongi’s body. Warmth immediately encompassed you and you sighed happily. His arm instantly found purchase wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on the small of your back lightly. He hummed in content as he breathed in your scent.

“Did you miss me?” you whispered. Days when your boyfriend was away were always hard, but you cherished the ones when he came back.

He gently dragged his nose across yours, giving you a sweet Eskimo kiss. “Always, my dear.”

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On Cloud Nine / Jughead Jones

I’m not sure it it’s exactly what you were thinking of…but I hope you like it nonetheless. 


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(Y/N)’s face remains blank.

She waits patiently until the shock and amusement that had overwhelmed her friends passed.

“This is gold,” Reggie manages to say, despite his uncontrollable laughter. 

“Are you serious?” Veronica asks, unable to believe what she had heard. “How is that possible?”

“No one? Ever?” Archie sniggers, continuing the excessive questioning. 

(Y/N) shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest, “No one,” she confirms. 

“Not even when you-”

“No,” (Y/N) interrupts, not needing to know what the question was.

“I don’t believe you,” Archie declares, leaning back in his seat. “You’re winding us up.”

Reggie, who still hadn’t completely tamed his laughter, threw an arm over (Y/N)’s shoulder. “You are a constant surprise, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). So sweet and innocent,” he sighs. “What are we going to do with you?”

She releases an aggravated groan, unintentionally pressing herself further against the warmth her friend offered. “I don’t see why this is such a big deal.”

Because,” Veronica demands, overly dramatically, “you’re a lip virgin!”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, not able to comprehend why her friends were concerned about who she’s been kissing-or more accurately, hasn’t been.

“Why is this so hard to believe?” she questions, narrowing her eyes.

“It’s just odd, I guess. I suppose I’ve never really thought about it, I’ve just always assumed. I mean you’re friends with so many guys,” Archie shrugs.

(Y/N)’s glare hardens, “We’ll I’m not you Archie,” she snaps, sliding out of the booth, finally being pushed to her limit. She lets Reggie’s arm fall to his side. “I don’t go around kissing anyone and everyone.” 

“Obviously,” Reggie mutters under his breath. 

Without hesitation, or a second glance at her friends, she rushes towards the exit, the laughter from the table seeming to echo behind her.

(Y/N) accidentally runs into Jughead who was just entering Pop’s. “Hey,” he chuckles, “why the rush?”

She couldn’t answer him, instead she pushes past him and heads in the direction of her home. 

Jughead is left standing at the door to the diner in complete confusion. He slowly enters and looks around, frowning when he sees Archie and the others sitting in a booth laughing.

“Are you guys aware (Y/N) just ran out of here?” he asks as he approaches them, thrusting his thumb in the direction of the door. His words seemed to amuse the trio even more. His frown deepens as they continue. “She looked really upset.”

“We were just joking,” Reggie defends. 

“What did you do?” he demands, addressing all three of them-feeling a sudden rush of defensiveness. 

Archie rolls his eyes, “We were just having a little fun, we didn’t mean to upset her.”

“Well clearly,” Jughead says, “you did. (Y/N) mustn’t have caught on the the joke.”

Veronica was the first to come to a realisation, “Oh no,” she mumbles, “we really didn’t meant to hurt her, Jughead.”

“What did you do?” he asks them again.

Veronica bites her lip, her fingers start scrunching at the napkin in front of her. “We were talking about the worst kisses we’ve had…” she trails off.

“And?” Jughead questions, his forehead furrowing-wondering how his friend could have gotten so upset. 

“It turns out she’s never been kissed before,” Archie answers. While this newly gained knowledge undoubtedly surprised Jughead, he didn’t let that get in the way of what he wanted to say.  

“So you made fun of her? Seriously?” he scoffs. “I thought you were better than that,” he shakes his head before giving them all a pointed look. Reggie and Archie were now the ones frowning. “I can’t believe you would do that,” he says. “Actually,” he continues, “maybe I can.” Jughead makes his way out of the diner and starts to walk to (Y/N)’s house. 

As he moves towards the door he starts to think of what to say. (Y/N) was one of his closest friends and he wanted nothing more than to make her happy again. 

Knocking on the door, Jughead rocks back and forth on his feet. The door eventually opens. (Y/N) stands in front of him, looking the same as she did when she had left the diner-only now her eyes were red and puffy.

Without even having to say anything, (Y/N) takes a step closer to him. Jughead wraps his arms around her while she rests her hands on his waist, scrunching his jumper in her fists. 

“Don’t listen to them,” he tells her quietly. “They were just being jerks.”

“Doesn’t mean they’re not wrong. It’s weird,” she mumbles.

Jughead strokes her hair, “It’s not weird, it’s good to have standards and want to wait. Maybe you just haven’t met anyone you want to be with in that way,” he shrugs. “There’s nothing weirds about that.”

“You think?” she asks, pulling her head away so she could see his face, trying to detect a lie.

He smiles as he looks down at her, “I do.”

They stand there for a while until (Y/N) laughs and finally pulls away. “I’m sorry, I’m probably overreacting.”

“You’re not,” he confirms, trying to assure her.

“Come in,” she insists, wiping at her eyes. 

Jughead nods and follows her in the house, shutting the door behind him. They make themselves comfortable in the lounge room and set up a movie-deciding to try and relax for the rest of the night.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) says sincerely, “for coming by.”

“Anytime,” he shrugs.

(Y/N) could feel her lips tug upwards into another smile. “Really, Jug,” she continues. “You’re always the one who is there for me…I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it,” he tells her. “You’re always there for me as well and besides-there’s no place I’d rather be right now,” he says with a small smile, turning around so he was facing her, his arm thrown over the back of the couch.

“I suppose that’s what makes us such a good pair,” she says, unable to stop her eyes from flickering to his lips. 

“I guess so.”

The pair were silent for what felt like an eternity. “Can you do me a favour?” she asks, tilting her head to the side-coming to a decision. 

“Depends.”

She rolls her eyes, “Close your eyes.” Jughead’s expression falters, but he complies with her request. “Just stay still,” she murmurs, leaning towards him. Jughead remains motionless, he had a feeling he knew what was going to happen-what he hoped would happen-but stayed silent.

Jughead could feel her breath, almost tickling him as she spoke. “Can I?” 

“Yes,” is all he replies. 

(Y/N)’s lips barely brush his at first, the touch so light and hesitant-unsure if it was okay.

Jughead’s fingers dig into the couch as she tries again-though this time with a slight force and determination. He kisses her back, causing her to freeze momentarily. Soon she seems to wrap her mind around what was happening and moves closer to him.

He rests a hand on the back of her neck and pulls her against him-but doesn’t attempt to deepen the kiss. 

When (Y/N) pulls back, he opens his eyes only to find hers still closed. He uses his fingertips to gently stroke her cheek. “Are you okay?” he asks her.

“Never felt better,” she responds instantaneously, a grin spreading across her face. Jughead couldn’t help but mirror her expression. “Thank you,” she tells him again.

“Why are you thanking me this time?” he asks her softly, tugging gently at a loose lock of hair.

“For making me feel happier than I’ve been in a while. For making my first kiss…something to treasure.”

“Hopefully your second will be able to meet your standards then,” he whispers playfully, pulling her face towards his. 

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A/N: FIRST AND FOREMOST LEMME JUST LET YA’LL KNOW MY INTENSE EXCITEMENT TO BE INVOLVED IN ROUND 2 OF THE NEGAN WRITING CHALLENGE. Second of all, huge thank you to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negans-network for creating this awesome concept! 

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Warnings: Teacher/Student relationship, student is of legal age in the UK and the US (18). Racism, rough sex, daddy kink, teacher kink, slight sub/dom relationship, breath play. 

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So lemme tell y'all a story:

I was in 10th grade honours English. I loved my teacher - she was super cool, but didn’t take any shit from anyone. During our time with her, she was going through a rough divorce.

Our teacher had developed this system: if we were good, she’d add “time” to our class, with each “time” being worth ten seconds, so we had to work hard. That meaning, she would give us a free period after we’d built up the exact time that a period extended to be. It was an earned privilege, and we always did our best to try and obtain it. Hell, playing puzzle games and reading was way more fun than a test or worksheet!

We were reading Animal Farm, a book my mom had given to me when I was ten bc she knew I loved to read and enjoyed anything that was thought-provoking. I’d read it then, and again later in my parochial middle school. Living in a big city, public schools aren’t well-funded, and I was lucky to have all my close family scrape together cash for a good education. Needless to say, I was rather familiar with the book.

Now back to the system! Our teacher had implemented a rule that every morning (she taught my first period class) we wood stand up and recite the commandments of animalism. We’d all try our hardest to do it perfectly, lest “time” be taken off our class. But one morning, she was… cold.

My classmates who’d recited before me were all told to sit down and stop reciting, because they were “wrong.” Knowing that, I was confused, as was everyone else. Yet, we all kept trying the same thing. She let the first few people finish. Then, she let people get partially through before she’d utter, “wrong” or something of the sort and deduct our hard-earned time.

It finally got to me; it was my turn. I stood up and started, and was immediately shut down by her. I was frustrated, to say the least. I replied after a second and told her that I was, indeed, right. She muttered for me to sit down. I refused, and by now she’d taken off twenty seconds. Everyone groaned, but I continued to disobey. Eventually, my classmates started telling me to just stop and it turned into yelling at me once I’d lost our hard-earned twenty minutes (meaning we had been halfway to a free period) as I continued to argue. Once we were in the negatives, people were literally yelling obscenities at me. They even yelled at her, blaming her divorce and period. Gross behaivour, mind you.

I didn’t stop.

The teacher said that she was going to call security and have me removed. I replied that it was a-okay with me to do so. I promptly walk out of the room and she followed up by telling me to wait in the hallway. I’d intended to walk to the office myself, but obliged figuring it was no matter to me.

I was in the hallway for about a minute before she rushed out and gently grabbed me by the shoulders. I was rightly confused. She gasped, and stammered out that she had never imagined it would happen. Why was she suddenly not being so ruthless? Why was she flabbergasted? Well, apparently what she’d “wanted” was for us to all fail. That it was a lesson, and she’d have given back the “time” she had removed. It was all about “knowing” what was coming, and how fascism meant that the rules could change at any time, without your knowledge and consent, but you could still be punished for it. She told me that she’d called security, and told them if they saw me in the hall during that call, to excuse me. Nobody had done that before. Apparently, throughout her decades of teaching, not one student had done that. They had all caved and sat down eventually.

You can be that person. In something that matters to us all. It’s not fun, but when has fighting for what’s right ever been easy?