this isn't really what i wanted to make but hope it looks good

anonymous asked:

Hey it's the Disney anon! Yeah I meant sort of live action BATB cause I love the Bucky fic you did😊 So if it's something you'd be happy to write for can I request a reader x gaston fic where they grew up together and she is in love with him but is convinced it isn't mutual & that he deserves better so doesn't tell him. Another guy asks her out & she accepts cause she thinks she should move on if gaston will never love her. But Gaston actually gets super jealous/possessive. Hope it's ok thanks❤

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: /

A/N: asdfghjkl, I’m so glad you send me this request, I literally grinned so hard when I got it! I don’t normally post two things a day, but I literally had the easiest time writing this. This prompt gave me so much inspiration that I just typed it in one go and I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it as well and if you have any other gaston x reader request please send them my way. I LOVE writing for him and the reader. (added Gaston to my fandoms list)

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“You’re staring again,” LeFou, who had seemingly sneaked up on you, whispered.

You blinked a few times to break the spell you were under before and turned around, wanting to convince him that, no, you weren’t staring at Gaston like a fool in love. 

But the look he threw you was enough to know that it wouldn’t work on him.

“It’s not like I don’t understand. And I’m certainly not the one to judge you,” he winked at you and you had to laugh a little. “But what I don’t understand is why you don’t tell him. You’ve known each other for so long..”

“Oh LeFou. If only it were so easy. Look at him..-” he was currently chasing Belle again. “He doesn’t feel the same and I doubt he ever will. He needs a woman who cooks for him and plays the good wife. You and me both know that I’m not that kind of woman.”

“Neither is Belle! Which is why he fancies her! So what makes you different?”

“I’m a huntress, LeFou. Belle and me are completely the opposite of each other. If she’s his type then I’m most certainly not.”

“She’s beautiful. That’s why she’s his type. And do I need to remind you of your beauty?”

You sighed and turned around to face your friend, smiling a little, then hugging him.

In the meantime, Gaston gave up for today in chasing Belle and approached the two of you.

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A Zimbits iteration of the tried and true “bed sharing + clothes sharing + it’s really cold” triple trope (feat. bonus love confessions). 

Bitty wasn’t afraid of storms generally speaking, but this one was downright nasty. The team had walked past upended trees—big ones with years of life in them—on the way back from the store. Powerlines were downed. The heating in the house the hockey team had rented for what was meant to be a nice weekend getaway is non-existent because there’s no power.

Bitty lies in the single bed in the smallest room in the house in the pitch darkness and tries not to jump every time a tree bangs into the glass of his window. It’s all so loud.

So, no, Bitty isn’t scared of storms in general, but he’s scared of this storm. For good reason, it turns out, because not a minute after Bitty wishes he’d bailed out of the trip to stay on campus instead, a tree crashes through his roof.

Not the window he’d feared it coming through. The actual roof.

Bitty screams bloody murder.

The tree limb comes through almost all the way to the floor, and water starts dripping down it, heading toward the carpet. Thankfully, it didn’t crash land onto Bitty’s bed, where it would have skewered Bitty. Bitty’s body is thrumming with adrenaline; half terror, half relief.

The door to his room crashes open and Lardo and Shitty practically fall through.

“Fuck,” Lardo says, shining one of the torches they’d bought earlier at the tree.

“Goddamn,” Shitty states. “You alright, brah?”

Bitty tries to speak but it doesn’t quite work. He realises it’s because his body is locked up, he can’t even move his fingers apart. That’s going to be a problem.

“What’s going on?” Jack comes in behind Lardo and Shitty. A knight in rumpled sleep clothes. He surveys the scene, adding his own torch light to Lardo’s. He manages to look calm, and it helps Bitty to see it.

“You shouldn’t stay in here,” Jack deduces, looking over to Bitty, who is slowly encouraging his limbs into movement.

“No shit,” Lardo adds.

“You can take the floor in our room,” Shitty offers. “We’ll put some pillows down for you.”

“No.” Everyone turns to looks at Jack, surprised. “Stay with me.”

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What went down in Dislocoeur
  • INTRO SEQUENCE
  • Ms. Bustier: in many fairy tales the prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess, can anyone tell me why?
  • Rose: BECAUSE DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ms. Bustier: that's not really an answer
  • Max: technically this only applies to 87% of fairy tales
  • Ms. Bustier: there's no way that number is correct
  • Ms. Bustier: maybe like 7% or 8% at most
  • Rose: DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ms. Bustier: yes Rose we got that
  • Rose: DO THE SMOOCHY THING DO THE SMOOCHY THING DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ms. Bustier: who are you even talking to
  • Ms. Bustier: are you saying that in the imperative
  • Rose: pls do the smoochy thing :( #ladynoir
  • Adrien: well I just wrote this poem time to toss it in the garbage with the rest of the fandom
  • Marinette: hmm I wonder what that hot guy threw in the trash
  • Marinette: ooh it's a poem!
  • Marinette: "roses are red, violets are violet, poetry is f**king hard, do the smoochy thing pls"
  • Chloé: hmm why is Marinette looking through the garbage
  • Sabrina: did you know there's an entire fandom in there?
  • Chloé: wow she must be really desperate
  • Max: kk Kim it's time for you to run along this route and meet your crush on a bridge
  • Kim: why is her route so convoluted
  • Max: idk but if you meet her on that particular bridge and give her this particular jewel you've got a 87% chance of success
  • Kim: there's no way that number is correct
  • Kim: maybe like 7% or 8% at most
  • Marinette: I say go for it!
  • Kim: kk, running now
  • Alya: NO WAIT COME BACK
  • Alya: NEVER TAKE ROMANTIC ADVICE FROM MARINETTE
  • Marinette: now imma write a poem to Adrien
  • Chloé: and imma break the hearts of a buncha tweens
  • Chloé: hey tweens! you see how fabulous I am? well I'm never gonna date you
  • Chloé: do you see what you're missing out on
  • Chloé: well that was fun anyway I hope one of you gets akumatized now
  • Chloé: F**K ALL Y'ALL TO THE END OF THE WORLD AND BACK
  • Chloé: b**ch I'm out
  • Kim: *goes to bridge*
  • Kim: this is the Pont des Arts, right?
  • Kim: so where did all the locks go
  • Kim: it's just panes of plexiglass
  • Kim: this is way less romantic now
  • Chloé: hey Kim
  • Kim: hey Chloé lemme smash
  • Chloé: are you for real
  • Kim: I got you blue AND yellow
  • Chloé: you're as pathetic as that meme
  • Kim: she doesn't want blue and yellow
  • Chloé: look I've got a buncha tweens clamoring after me now
  • Chloé: so you're like fourth in line at best
  • Chloé: BYE
  • Kim: what has my life come to
  • Hawkmoth: wow this is even more sad than usual
  • Hawkmoth: like, I actually feel really sorry for you
  • Hawkmoth: so here have an incredibly cool transformation
  • Dislocoeur: now we're talkin
  • Dislocoeur: I've got a bow and arrows!
  • Dislocoeur: pew pew pew!
  • Marinette: and now it's POETRY TIME
  • Alya: whaddaya got
  • Marinette: "roses are nerds, poems are easy, lemme smash pls bc I think you're hot"
  • Alya: wot
  • Marinette: wow romance really isn't all that great when you're honest about it
  • Alya: wow and here I didn't think you'd ever have enough experience with romance to figure that out
  • Marinette: ooh sweet burn
  • Marinette: btw that flying guy just shot you with an arrow
  • Alya: yeah that's where the sweet burn came from
  • Alya: and now I'm suddenly tempted to go confront Nino in a rap battle
  • Marinette: YES DO IT
  • Marinette: ok Tikki let's kick that flying guy's butt
  • Dislocoeur: hey it's Ladybug!
  • Marinette: no not yet
  • Dislocoeur: oops sorry
  • Marinette: Tikki, spots on!
  • Dislocoeur: there we go!
  • Ladybug: welp running away now
  • Dislocoeur: pew pew pew!
  • Chat Noir: hey Ladybug I've got a confession to make
  • Ladybug: look I already know you love me ok?
  • Ladybug: please don't endanger us by confessing what's already incredibly obvious when there's a supervillain trying to shoot us
  • Dislocoeur: *shoots Chat Noir*
  • Ladybug: that one's on him
  • Dislocoeur: yeah kinda
  • Chat Noir: now imma kill you
  • Ladybug: why
  • Chat Noir: because hate always wins
  • Ladybug: citation needed
  • Chat Noir: citation: the US election
  • Ladybug: ok fair point
  • Chat Noir: you just accepted anecdotal evidence as proof of a general claim
  • Ladybug: oops you're right
  • Chat Noir: now prepare to die
  • Dislocoeur: *tracks down Chloé*
  • Chloé: wow and here I thought you couldn't get any more ridiculous
  • Dislocoeur: imma shoot you now
  • Chloé: and give me the ability to make even sweeter burns than usual?
  • Dislocoeur: wait nvm that's a terrible idea
  • Chloé: wow even as a villain you can't succeed in anything
  • Dislocoeur: hey Hawkmoth can you Tier 2 akumatize me?
  • Hawkmoth: sorry buddy you're on your own
  • Ladybug: I gotta figure out how to dehateify Chat Noir!
  • Brain ghost Ms. Bustier: the prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess
  • Brain ghost Rose: DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ladybug: disclaimer—the following kiss is intended solely as a means of counteracting Dislocoeur's akuma-granted ability, and should not be interpreted in any romantic or otherwise non-platonic context
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir: *do the smoochy thing*
  • Rose: YES THIS IS PERFECT
  • Chat Noir: I don't remember any of that
  • Ladybug: good now end that f**ker
  • Chat Noir: *ends that f**ker*
  • Ladybug: well I guess we're done here
  • ROLL CREDITS
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Now let’s go to sleep, I have a feeling I’ll be late for school tomorrow…

(spoiler alert, she couldn’t even sleep, she squealed in her bed until her alarm went off… and so did he) 

it took me…. so long…… to finish this….. it wasn’t supposed to get this long, holy shit……….

ANYWAY, ANON WHO REQUESTED A REVEAL, I hope you like this… I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for but it’s what i could do. also please pretend you can’t notice i had no idea what i was doing 

EDIT: the text is a bit hard to read, so I wrote it down under the cut: 

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anonymous asked:

Hello may I request a hc ^^ because I love makeup I wonder how the rfa + saeran would be like shopping at a makeup store with mc and they see mc gushing at the pretty eyeshadow colours of an eye palette or they see mc trying on lipstick in the store. Or a hc where mc is excited to them their makeup collection and mc is explaining to them what their fav products are. I hope this isn't too much. Thank you lovely~ <333

Cute! Hope you like these~


Zen:

  • You were just shopping in the mall when you saw a new store open up
  • You dragged him inside
  • Zen knew a little bit about make-up because of his career
  • But honestly, he mostly knew about foundation
  • Could tell you which brands are the best and going into style
  • Thinks he knows a lot about make-up because of his modeling jobs….well…
  • “MC, look at this eyeliner.”
  • “Zen, that’s for your eyebrows.”
  • His pride was hurt
  • He listens to you ask you talk about countour and different lipstick shades and all that
  • In the end, he actually buys himself a bunch of masks and beauty products
  • “Zen, you bought more than I did!”

Yoosung:

  • He had been shopping in GameGo (Gamestop lolol)
  • You saw a new make-up shop Seforah (lolol try to stop us) across the way and begged for him to tag along
  • He agreed, but he was lost the second he stepped into the store
  • He thinks the eyelash curler is an instrument of torture
  • Constantly asking you what all these colors are for
  • “Who wears purple lipstick???”
  • You chuckle and put a sample of it on your lips
  • He’s stunned for a few moments
  • “You’re an exception, MC. You look good in anything.”
  • After you try on several eye shadows, he wants to buy it for you as a gift
  • You ask if he’s sure, considering you had one pallet and two lipsticks  in your bag
  • He insists thinking it’s going to be like 30 bucks
  • Then you get to the register
  • You see his face and you’re kind enough to settle for one lipstick for now so he doesn’t feel bad

Jaehee:

  • She doesn’t wear much make up
  • She watched you do your make up once and asked how you did it
  • You drag her out to the closest make up store
  • She’s very confused as to what to buy
  • You help her pick up some eye shadow and new eyeliner and mascara
  • She likes a natural look, so you stay with those tones
  • Surprisingly, she kind of goes crazy in the lipstick section
  • She buys a set of bold red colors
  • When you get home, she gets a whole make over
  • She doesn’t get dolled up every day, but definitely on special occasions

Jumin:

  • His company is about to buy off a new brand of make-up that opened
  • Before the deal is finalized, he wants to check out its potential
  • He asks you to come along and check out it’s store downtown since he hears you talk about make up a lot
  • You didn’t realize he was taking you to heaven
  • You’re going crazy hopping from product to product
  • It takes you an hour to realize he’s been putting everything you said you liked in a cart
  • “Jumin, no! This is really expensive stuff!”
  • “But if you like it and it makes you happy, you’ll put it to use. It’s not like it’s going to be wasted.”
  • You did make him put back half of the cart.
  • He refused to leave without buying you something
  • You have a supply of make-up for a year


Seven:

  • He needed to stock up on Ph.D. Pepper
  • He thought you were right beside him, but he lost you when you passed the make up aisle
  • You tell him that you were thinking about doing galaxy-inspired eye shadow
  • He walks past you and skillfully picks out two or three pallets and throws them into the cart
  • While you’re looking at some brushes, you hear him gasp loudly
  • He holds up two small boxes that have those soda flavored chapsticks
  • He buys the Ph.D. Pepper ones for each of you
  • Just before you leave, you’re fascinated by one of those electronic blending brushes
  • A few days later, you find one in your make-up bag, except there’s a cat on the top
  • You didn’t need a note to know who it was from

Saeran:

  • He doesn’t know how he got here
  • But somehow…he got dragged along and was now staring at a wall with colors he didn’t know existed
  • You ask for his help in picking out a color scheme for the next party
  • For some reason, he keeps picking out different shades of burgundy or mint
  • He swears all the colors are the same
  • You two actually end up bickering over which shades are lighter or darker or just the same
  • He’s fascinated by the facial care gadgets
  • He’s asking the sales clerk questions about how they are built
  • No, Saeran…they only sell them. They’re not engineers

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anonymous asked:

yo,.... lena getting taken by cadmus and kara just like tearing thru the place because she's so worried and lena kissing kara when they're back in the deo because she wouldn't stop babbling about how worried she was etc

you rly should blame @luthoring for what i’m abt to do

anyways! imagine this:

lena is kidnapped on what’s their standing date night.

kara talked with j'onn so he could look out after the city for this night, bc it was a special night. kara herself was too busy flying from one place to the other, organizing everything and buying the things she forgot for their date, as she was the one organizing everything.

lena’s last meeting of the day should finish at 7pm and she was supposed to be home early for their date.

except she doesn’t show up.

when it’s around 8pm and lena still hasn’t shown up, hasn’t answered any of her texts or called back, kara starts to get concerned. she tries to tell herself lena is just busy, hasn’t finished her meeting yet, and she shouldn’t get worried bc there’s nothing wrong. either way, she stills calls jess to ask if lena will take too long to finish, bc she doesn’t want the food to get cold.

jess is confused, tells her lena left the office even earlier than planned bc she wanted to surprise kara.

at this point, kara is already beyond concerned and frustrated. she tries to expand her senses, tries to locate lena, all the while sending text after text, only stopping to call her - only for all calls to go straight to voicemail.

when she isn’t able to locate lena and doesn’t manage to get in contact with her, she quickly changes into her supergirl suit and flies to the deo to see if they know what happened.

she’s halfway there when alex’s voice comes through the comlink, asking her where she is and telling her to come to the deo because they have an emergency

she can hear it in alex’s voice, in the way it’s carefully controlled, that she won’t like what’s happening and her breath catches in her throat and her heart twists painfully because the only thing she can think about is lena

she arrives at the deo, hurrying to her sister’s side and not even stopping to smile or wave at the agents she passes, as she usually does.

she knows the situation is really bad when the first thing alex does is squeeze her shoulder and say, more a warning than anything, “don’t freak out”

she doesn’t noticed how her fists clench when they tell her lena has been kidnapped by cadmus, show her the video they streamed of lena, tied to a chair, blood running down her face. she doesn’t notice the snarl on her lips or the narrowing of her eyes until alex is tightening the hand on her shoulder and calling her name in that sharp tone of hers.

winn is working himself on the ground trying to locate them and j'onn stands near by, offering support in his own way, while barking orders to the agents forming the strike/rescue team

she takes a deep breath, stills herself to the best of her abilities and waits, fighting the urge to fly in search of lena herself, knowing she won’t find anything

as soon as winn shouts “i found it! i found them!” and points the location on the map on the computer, she’s out of the deo, moving as fast as she can and ignoring the shouts of “supergirl!” and people telling her to wait

she arrives at the warehouse and makes quick work of the entrance, tearing through everything on her way, knocking out anyone trying to stop her and breaking weapons in pieces

it’s only when she comes across the room they’re holding lena in that she slows down, tries to calm herself

she realizes something is wrong when her knees weaken and give away beneath her, feels suddenly nauseous and hears a man laugh. she notices the kryptonite in his hands when h steps closer, bending down so he can be eye level with her.

“well well well, supergirl. we all thought you weren’t going to show up at this point. poor young miss luthor had to be gagged while we waited for you”

she feels hot red rage at this point, harder than she ever felt. she briefly considers that it was a bad idea to come alone, that maybe she should have waited for the others, but it’s soon gone when the man goes on to tell her this is a surprise gift from lillian. after all, what better way to get back at her daughter and get rid of the aliens at the same time than using lena as a bait then finished off both her and her precious hero at the same time?

she tries to fight despite her weakened state, but can barely move anymore with the amount of kryptonite near her.

she listens to the man’s monologue, has nothing she can do and she starts to lose hope. her eyes meet lena’s across the room and she see the fear and desperation in lena’s eyes.

it’s at this point that j'onn comes flying in, knocking the man into a wall and putting the kryptonite back in the lead box. the deo agents come closely behind, their shouts of “clear” and some of “what happened here” being heard before they even appear in her line of vision

as soon as she starts feeling a it better, she gets up and shakily makes her way to where an agente is freeing lena of her bounds

she takes over them, freeing her faster than humanly possible. as soon as lena is free, she takes her into her arms, not even mending everyone else in the room

she hugs as tight as she knows she can without hurting lena, repeating “i love you"s and “i’m glad we found you” and “rao, i was so worried” in between breaths and while listening to lena’s heartbeat, to assure herself she’s really alive

it’s when lena untangles herself from her and moves back just enough they can look face to face that she stops talking

when lena smiles that soft and beautiful smile of hers, reserved just for kara, she can feel herself truly relaxing for the first time since the start of the night

and it’s when lena says “and i’m glad you’re alright, i love you” and kisses her that she feels her at peace and at home.

anonymous asked:

Oooooh how about NHL Chowder? Or really NHL anybody that isn't Jack. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

“I can’t do this,” Chris says, his forehead pressed into the cool wood of the table in the hotel room. “Oh my God. I can’t do this.”

“Chris.” Long fingers press into his hair, and he picks his head up in time to see Derek sit down across from him. He holds both his hands out and makes a c’mon gesture with them, and Chris takes both of them, squeezing hard and then dropping his head to inhale the smell of Derek’s skin, still fresh and clean from his post-game shower.

God. The game. The game that they won. They won the Frozen fucking Four, and Chris only let one goal in the whole time, practically a fucking shutout, and that was why–

He sucks in a breath.

“Hey.” Chris makes himself look up. Derek’s watching him calmly–not with his chill face, because Chris knows that one’s totally fake, but actually calmly, gently. When Chris meets his eyes, he smiles. Chris smiles back, a little. He likes soft Derek. “Lemme in that brain of yours, Chow.”

“I just…” Chris swallows, motioning down at the papers in front of him, a little helpless. “I just–things? Like, things. I’m having…I’m having feelings. Like, a lot of feelings.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. “Okay,” he says. He nods toward the papers. “Can I look, or…”

Chris shakes his head. He’s not ready to show him yet. “Um. I need to hold your hands right now.”

“Okay.” Derek squeezes his hands. He’s quiet for a moment, and then says, “So, not the Sharks, then?”

“Not the Sharks.”

Derek nods slowly, then tilts his head to one side. His hair’s grown out a little–thanks, playoffs–and it makes his curls flop with the motion. “Gonna make me guess?”

“The Schooners,” Chris says. He hesitates. “And the Rangers.”

He sees the moment it clicks for Derek. “Oh,” he says. And then, “Oh,” again, softer, gentler, almost to himself.

Because Derek’s going back to New York for grad school, and Cait’s job search is wide open right now, but she’s been looking at tech firms in Manhattan, and it’s not like Derek doesn’t know Chris has been looking at diamonds online for months, but what Derek actually doesn’t know is that he’s been looking at wider, more masculine bands, too, because it’s not just him and Cait anymore, hasn’t been for a long time, and–

“C,” Derek says, carefully, “You shouldn’t make your call based on–I mean, you–” He takes a breath, squeezes Chris’s hands, and then says, “Lemme back up. What’s freaking you out?”

“All the things?” Chris guesses. He sighs. “Like, it’s real? I mean, it was always the dream, but now it’s like–it’s real. Going pro, it’s an option, teams want me, teams are actually looking at me and trying to get me to sign with them, and I just–I don’t know how to–It just feels big, you know?”

Derek nods. He strokes the pads of his thumbs over the backs of Chris’s knuckles. It’s probably an absent motion, but it’s soft, soothing. Chris relaxes a little. “You know you deserve it,” he says softly. “Right? You’re the fucking league, Chowder. You deserve everything.”

“But–” Chris swallows. “But what if I fuck up?”

This is the insecurity he never lets his parents see, because he has to show them that hockey can be a Real Thing, that his computer science degree is just a backup. He’ll show Caitlyn, and he knows she’d never, ever judge him, but she doesn’t get it, either–she loves him so much, but she just doesn’t really understand the pressure, the need to be not just good but better, because good enough is never enough.

But Derek–Derek gets it. Derek knows. He squeezes his hand. “Then you do your fucking best,” he says. “And if they cut you, you come move in with me, and you can live off my generous trust fund as my live-in kept boy.”

It’s such an unexpected response that it startles a laugh out of him. “Derek, what the fuck,” Chris says, but he sniffles and laughs and lets go of one of Derek’s hands and wipes his eyes. “I was being serious.”

“So was I,” Derek says, grinning. He leans across the table and kisses Chris’s cheek, way up on the corner of his cheekbone, almost at the edge of his eye. It’s his favorite spot. “Got your back doesn’t end when we leave Samwell,” he says, sitting back in his chair. “Okay?”

Chris takes a breath. “Okay,” he says. “You promise?”

Derek smiles. “Yeah,” he says. “Of course.”

“Okay.” Chris smiles, the last, lingering tension finally loosening from his chest. With a shaking hand, he turns over one of the stacks of paper in front of him, and pushes the Rangers contract–already signed–across the table so Derek can see. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

lurkeymclurker  asked:

Can you tell us about the Empires propaganda machine?

Later, after, in all the holonews segments and all the long ‘net articles furnishing further analysis, they—and here ‘they’ is vaguely defined, reporting is is too scattershot in a galaxy marked by lightyears and hyperlanes—will not be able to pinpoint the place where they went wrong. Where it was all tipped from earnest republican v. separatist reporting to laying the groundwork for imperial v. everyone else. When they stopped, or when their blades met with armor they couldn’t pierce, or—

But by then it’s too late. It’s too late, the Empire is already wound itself through every word spoken and every reference made; it’s in everything, a dark undercurrent of emotion and justification—don’t you love the Republic? don’t you care about other galactic citizens? don’t you want to follow the laws and reward those who have justified their existence as you have justified yours? you have worked so hard, the day is long and the rewards few, why would you give those to others? why would you share?

(’Sharing’ is a dirty word, under the Empire. To each according to his strength, that is the Imperial motto. But ‘strength’ is a narrow gate, and it cuts many off at the knees, the ankles, those unguarded places—)

There is no question that human beings are afraid of difference they have been afraid of that since whatever primordial swamp they crawled out of but—they have always put it aside, they have always at least pretended to the idea of recognizing other species, the claim of xenos to homeworlds. the equal right of existence. Et cetera. Never mistake how hard human beings will try, when confronted with tentacles, if there is profit or benefit in ignoring any difference.

But humans also reproduce like orburs in spring, and they colonize, multiply out into the galaxy like a plague. Like a—spore. Like something biological and not, because nothing in nature moves without regard to the animus they generate. And they are a tetchy species, measuring everything in relative value. It doesn’t matter if—

Luke does not stop to question the holoradio adverts he hears, the faded propos papering the Toshe public hall, saying ‘JOIN THE EMPIRE TODAY! FLY FOR THE EMPIRE! BE BRAVE BE TRUE BE STALWART!’ Anywhere is better than here, right? Get closer to that bright center and anything is better—

(It is still hard to find that bright line between the Republic under the tyranny of the Clone Wars and the perpetual state the Empire embodies. That is just how these things go.)

Leia is on the first line of defense for the Rebellion, she watches propos and listens to senators argue, quoting lines from holodramas—ironically, but also as illustrations. (She learns very young that a well-told story, even fictional, has quicker legs than one badly told and true. She disapproves, but that is the way of things.) It is amazing how many late Republicans would have supported he Empire despite explicitly stating they did not support the Empire, its agents, or any move toward a less democratic structure of government. It is amazing how weak it makes them seem, given what she knows about the inner workings of the capitol. It is—

Han is good at finding cantinas where, if the Imperial propos cut into he grav-ball match, everyone groans aloud. He smiles a little against the curve of the mug as everyone curses out the poor bastard who has to—

(Han always feels a little bad for him. Her. Whoever—he knows what it’s like to have your neck under someone’s boot, to know you don’t really have choice in this. At least he’s busy smuggling, can’t be much a spokesperson that way.)

The Resistance does not have the access the Empire does, but the Rebellion has feed hackers, holonet ‘ware corrupters. The Alliance blasts every inbox with public reveals of complaints, salaries, donations. Saw Guerra’s people de-encrypt transmissions, and release them to the ‘net in vicious anarchic fashion. (Make of it what you will, that Tarkin sent a transmission to Krennic saying ‘stop being so gentle on your workforce,’ after Krennic’s 12-hour days resulted in its first overworked, dehydrated, malnourished death.)

Regional reporters dump their findings onto the holonet, saying, look at what the governor is doing, we buried the jedi but we found, we—

look, they say in unison. look at this. you are not alone. you are not crazy. something has shifted, something significant has changed and you are not alone in thinking this. We are here, together, and this is dangerous, this is—

you are not alone. you are right, your perception of the world is—there is an objective reality, and they depart from it. you are right. you are sane. it is the galaxy that has gone insane in the interim.

“Senator?” the holonet reporter asks, when Mon Mothma falls silent, and she is smiling down at the podium. “Senator, if you could—”

“According to the study conducted by the Galactic Agency for—” she begins, and the briefing room falls so quiet she is afraid she has lost them. But there is a holonet reporter in the first row who has pressed her hand to her mouth, even as her eyes are wide, fixed on Mon’s face; and out of the corner of her eye, Mon can see Leia Organa (so much Bail and Breha’s daughter, even now) pressing her lips together, her eyes shut. And this is good. They are good, they are better. Here is the study. Here is the definition. Here is the closest she knows how to get to objective reality.

She justifies. From the root word, meaning justice. Meaning to make right. Meaning, more than what is what is available on the surface, more than what is unquestioned. More. 

So much more.

(Zimbits, slight AU, 2.8K, under a cut because it got long.)

They asked him every year. Sometimes, even more than once a year if he wanted to be on Samwell’s promotional material.

Jack said no every time because he really didn’t have any interest in having his face plastered on billboards and on every brochure and course calendar they handed out to students, both prospective and current. He’d had enough secondhand publicity from his parents’ careers and he wasn’t going to go seeking it out while he was at Samwell.

The only allowance he made was when he was photographed with the rest of the hockey team because he understood that hockey was a big selling point when it came to convincing people to attend their school. One of the team photos was enlarged and put up in the sports complex, right between the women’s volleyball team and Samwell’s dance team. It had already gotten vandalized this year by some drunk LAX bros and had to be replaced (which the university was not happy about and last Jack heard, the bros responsible were on suspension from the team).

The university couldn’t get Jack, but they got Ransom and Holster to agree to photos other than the team one. There were some of them pretending to study in the library, or looking happy and not-stressed as they socialized. These ended up on the cover of last year’s Campus Life magazine and both Holster and Ransom both joked that they were wasting their time at school when they should be modelling instead. It still didn’t stop the recruitment team from continually asking Jack who refused to change his mind.

Little did he know it was about to be changed for him.

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anonymous asked:

What do you think Alec feels when he sees/looks at Magnus?

i think he feels a lot of things and it depends on the time and the day

but generally i think he feels hope and safety. i think he feels elation. it feels like a wound healing over and the softest most soothing memory you can find at the back of your mind.

he sees this man in all of his incredible grandeur, this powerful man who’s been alive for hundreds of years, and he’s hit every time he looks at him at how fucking amazing it is that he gets to see this. whether it’s magnus undone and relaxing, half asleep with his lips parted or its magnus half dressed and yawning or it’s magnus with his jaw set in a snarl as he shoves magic into someone

he feels a love that’s something like pure sunlight in cut crystals, it’s that warm soft feeling of loving someone but like it’s been split a thousand ways and it’s just washing over him like a wave. sometimes he’ll turn around in the morning and see him there, standing at the balcony doors with his eyes closed, the sunlight brushing his face and i think he gets hit with emotion so hard he feels like crying. because magnus is everything. and he’s right there, he’s touchable, reachable and human. and yet it feels like he shouldn’t be, like alec should be grasping thin air every time he tries to touch him. because to magnus is everything to alec. he stares at this man, his chest rising and falling as he soaks up morning sun and it just fucking hurts. it hurts in the way that’s good, it hurts in the way that’s sweet and real. because he can and he’s going to walk over and press his hand to magnus’s arm, feel the warmth and solidity under his fingers. and when he woke up magnus’s mouth was on his collarbone and his fingers were dragging over the hair on his stomach, drawing soft little patterns into his skin.

he feels an attraction so profound and deep, a fucking pull at the very base of him. it feels like he’s a thousand gaping mouths and all he wants is more and more and more because he’s starving. he wants magnus’s hands and his mouth, his weight, his body up against him. he wants magnus everywhere and anywhere he can get him until he can’t remember anything except how magnus’s name tastes in his mouth. he wants him so deep it feels like he’s fucking dripping and he’d drop to his knees right then and there if it meant having what he wanted.

he feels healed and safe, warmed and comforted, he feels fond and comfortable. he feels like magnus is the very center of the universe and he doesn’t want to look away from all of that, from everything he is. and sometimes things will get under their skin and bother them but even then, when he’s fuming and he’s stubborn and he’s annoyed, he’s sure of one thing and that is that this is what he wants, this is who he wants, and he’s going to make sure that they figure whatever this is out.

he feels awed, awed at everything magnus is capable of and not even that. he feels awed in the tiny moments. magnus removing his rings or magnus laughing one of those deep belly laughs because of something he said. he feels awed at how much he loves him and how deeply this feeling runs and how much it’s burning in his chest. he feels so much he feels like he might boil over and spill out onto the floor and he’s alright with that

anonymous asked:

Hey 😊 I just sent a jealous Bucky request where the Reader loves him but thinks she isn't good enough so tries to move on with someone else and Bucky gets super jealous but I don't know if it sent or not? Thanks x

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: Smut, a bit of swearing

A/N: thanks for sending it again, love, I didn’t get it before! Anyways, I honestly could’ve written 20 more pages on this prompt lol. you didn’t specifically ask for smut, but I couldn’t help myself. Hope you like this, hun!

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“Hey (Y/L/N). Your Avenger boyfriend is waiting for you,” your boss of the coffee shop said.

You turned around and saw Bucky sitting at the table in the back, waving his hand in a small motion.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you mumbled while taking off the apron and then making your way over to him.

You wish he was. You wished for it every single day. 

“Is everything alright? Were we supposed to meet?”

“Yeah, everything’s okay. There is this event at the compound tonight and to be honest, I’m not even sure for what, but Tony said I could bring someone and I’d like you to be that someone.”

You smiled. The fact that he thought of you made you incredibly happy.

“Of course. I’d love to.”

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Danganronpa Non-Despair Au Shipping Headcanons

This is kinda just my musings on how certain couples would have gotten together and other headcanons about them in a non-despair au. I’m going to cover Ishimondo, Naegami, Komahina and Soudam. I’m keeping this PG-13 but I might do another later that’s has my 18+ headcanons.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a famous malec couple au? Please

okay so full credit to @achilleanragnor​ for helping me get started on this because famous was too big a window for me and then this happened

  • okay so magnus is the troy baker of video games
  • honestly like, has there been a well acted game in the last eight years that didn’t feature a magnus bane voice line???
  • (the answer is probably no)
  • he’s had one or two small roles on tv, just on little shows and things but his home is voice acting, because that’s what he loves doing
  • he loves trying on new people, trying out new personalities, new faces
  • he also adores seeing all the production teams do their magic
  • anyway yeah magnus is super famous in the gaming community, been to awards shows, the whole works. nerds faint in his presence. especially at comic con
  • and then there’s alec
  • alec who his parents wanted to go to law school but he started acting in a theatre group instead and found he loved it so much more
  • alec who was at law school when he got the call for an audition for a superhero movie
  • alec who gave up law school when he got that dream call, much to his parents displeasure
  • (izzy and jace were proud as hell though)
  • he’s had a lot of pretty big roles - superhero movies, cult sci-fi, a fantasy show everyone seems to love
  • honestly alec doesn’t think he’s famous, no matter how many people sneak pictures of him on the subway
  • izzy and jace have to remind him of that alone because he’s always like “no, they’re not looking at me, are you crazy?”
  • especially when he’s out with jace, because jace is this crazy good musician and of course they’re looking at you
  • anyway alec got asked to do a little cameo role in a big rpg game and he kind of loved it??? which was a surprise because he really didn’t expect to
  • he goes to visit jace one day and jace is playing it because “dude, it’s your game of course i’m playing the shit out of this just to see what you look like”
  • jace is impressed, but alec ends up in bliss listening to the main character talk, who is played by, you guessed it, magnus bane
  • he doesn’t really think about it much though, and moves on until his agent asks if he liked the game thing
  • because this big epic adventure game is looking for some stage & tv actors to do their newest story
  • and alec reads the brief and damn it’s a good story
  • so he goes for it and he gets it
  • and it’s not until the production staff start talking to him that he realises it’s a full motion capture game
  • which is new but he’s still excited to get going, because it looks like a fun game, and there’s a full gay romance, which is really important for alec
  • he wants to do it right dammit!!!!!
  • anyway he gets to set the first day and surprise surprise, guess who alec’s love interest is?
  • anyway alec spends half his time being in awe of magnus’ amazing talent, and the rest trying to wipe the drool off his chin because the only person that can make the ridiculous motion capture outfits look sexy is magnus bane
  • so they spend the next few months filming this game, with alec falling a little bit more in love every single day
  • until finally they get to the end of the game, and the climax of the love plot, when in the heat of danger they share a passionate first kiss
  • and honestly alec forgets he’s acting until they get to that scene, when the production crew says they can kiss if they want but they don’t need to because the motion capture comes out weird anyway and the outfits will probably make it awkward
  • only just as magnus is about to pull away, alec leans in and kisses him for real
  • so when the game comes out and the two of them play it together on date nights, magnus is all “can you believe out first kiss has been immortalised in a video game?”
  • anyway they go out together and the fans all love them
  • their comic con panel involves so many “what happened on set” things it’s hilarious
  • they’re basically the power couple of video games and it’s beautiful
  • they get to accept a bunch of lgbt awards together and blow up the internet
  • and they all lived happily ever after
  • (including their video game characters)
Letting go

Summary: Sana is tired and just wants to go home. Yousef is here and he just wants to see her smile. 

Sana was walking home, tired. Noora had been sick today, she wasn’t at school, and Sana had been the only one to send her a text and actually ask if she was okay because, indeed, she didn’t seem to feel great the last times she had seen her, and she was worried about her friend. Noora hadn’t answered, and all Vilde had talked about everytime they had a free period today was boys. And not any boys. Boys who were Sana’s brother and his friends.

Since the other girls seemed to be fine with that, she just let them talk about how pretty Mikael was, how fun they all were, how it was a really cool coincidence that there were five of them, just as the girls were five. How cute Noora and Yousef were together.

Sana had tried to avoid talking or giving her opinion, or else she would have been seen as the cold bitch, once again. Vilde would’ve probably told her that it wasn’t their fault if Sana didn’t want to talk about boys, or how horrible she was for not telling them sooner that her brother and his friends were hot 97’.

It wasn’t that Sana didn’t want to talk about them. But she had always liked keeping friends and family apart, and this was way too big of a change for her. Way too soon. Actually, she probably would never say it but she would’ve prefered not to mix hers and her brother’s friends at all. Ever. Because coming home to them was something that she really liked sometimes, and hearing them laughing or shouting in her brother’s room felt like home. Of course she hated them sometimes, but it still felt fine, like she was right where she belang. Not that she didn’t belong with the girls, but it just… wasn’t the same.

So mixing the two groups and hanging out with her older brother was something she just had never done before, and would’ve prefered to never do. But it seemed like she wouldn’t have the choice now.

She didn’t want to feel like a burden to the girls, didn’t want to tell them why she was acting weird. Sana was just… tired. Once home, she opened the door and heard the sound of the TV. She sighed. The boys were probably there, and it wasn’t really the right moment. Right now, the girl just wanted to do her homework, take a shower, pray and go to bed.

She stopped by the living room to tell her brother she was home, expecting to see Adam and Mikael since they were the ones who usually came here to watch TV with Elias. No luck, they were all here, on the sofa, watching TV. As she entered the room quietly, she noticed Yousef raising his head.

She was clearly sad and tired, and didn’t want to think about him today. She didn’t want to see him, she didn’t want to see his eyes, or his hands, or his stupid smile. She didn’t want to be noticed. But he was there, and he seemed down too. All the other boys seemed dozy, and her brother was clearly asleep on his chair.

The brown-haired boy straightened himself as Sana tried to see what they were watching. She felt his eyes on her, and just wanted to escape his gaze, just this once. So she went to the kitchen to make herself a tea. She put the kettle on, chose a chai that she liked and waited, resisting the urge to take a look at her phone which was constantly vibrating. It probably was Vilde, commenting on something Magnus had done or said and she didn’t need that right now.

As her eyes were distracted by the sky outside the window, she noticed the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor, and caught herself hoping it was Yousef. As the water began to boil, she heard little knocks on the kitchen door.

-Am I disturbing ?, she heard his voice asking.

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Fool’s Gold

Summary: Marinette knew that she wasn’t a good dancer. She could be a fearless warrior and a great hero but she couldn’t fix her two left feet. Despite that, she wanted to go to the masquerade ball in the royal castle to meet a certain someone. Instead, she meets a masked jester under the moonlight…

A/N: I have a translation project due in two days. Instead I decide it’s worth finishing off this fanfic I had in my drafts since last summer lol. At first, this was meant to be my Queen!Marinette AU but I couldn’t think of anything to make her queen without making it complicated so this was the result. Well, I kinda wanted to see Marinette stepping on Adrien’s toes too haha. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2.5k+

Link to FFnet / AO3


Marinette was many things. A skilled seamstress. A wise advisor. A good friend. She could lead an army, devise flawless tactics and dominate the battlefield all while making it look like a ladies’ picnic.

She may be many things. But a dancer, she was not.

It was at times like these that she hated her accursed clumsiness. Very few people noticed after she became a hero but to the people who knew her before that they could only laugh and say ‘that’s our Marinette’. It was one thing that never changed.

Five different people asked her to dance that evening. All five left with bruised toes. Thankfully, they seemed like good noblemen who knew how to cover up so they bore with the pain with smiles on their faces. To escape from the misery and to avoid making a fool of herself for any longer, she slipped away to the castle gardens, taking solace in the moonlit scenery.

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anonymous asked:

I remember you saying that one of your favorites hotmess aus was the laundry mat one where the person puts their clothes into the washer and it's full of blood, would you be willing to write it for my birthday today involving Minhyuk? You really don't have to since my birthday isn't that significant but I would just like to see how you'd interpret it for Minhyuk. Murderer, assassin, clumsy college student that ran into the door and got a nosebleed

you’re right, this is absolutely one of my favorites!! 
i wrote it for jun once before, but you know what it’s your birthday and you deserve this au if you want it!!! hope your birthday is stellar!!!~~

  • so it’s like 7 am and you’re at the laundromat because it’s empty, literally no one gets up this early to do chores, so you have the whole place to yourself which is good because tbh laundry can get kind of weird to do with 30 other people watching you fold your underwear
  • and plus you get to put on your headphones and dance around as badly as you want while you wait for your stuff to get washed
  • which is exactly what you do after getting everything in the washer
  • and you don’t notice the other person come in, shirt stained and soaked with blood, obviously disoriented and very v e r y much in pain
  • and you’re just ,,,,,,,,,dancing it the heck away. listening to monsta x because wow they’re really good???? why haven’t they won on music shows yet- anyway
  • this bloody person, who is trying to fish coins out of their pocket to no avail, sees you and is like “h-help,,,,,”
  • but your ears are blocked so you don’t even know he’s there
  • not until you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder and you freeze in fear and your first instinct is whoever’s hand it belongs to must be a ghost because no one else is here and therefore the only plausible reaction is to punch this ghost
  • which is what you do, you land a swing right into the persons chest and when you do you realize no ghost,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,can have a physical body so holY SHIT YOU JUST HIT SOMEONE
  • and when you turn around you see all the blood and your eyes almost fall out of your head you’re like “DID I DO THAT???”
  • and the bloody boy is in too much pain to answer and you’re like oh no oh no oh no and you quickly put your hand on his back to support him and move him to one of the benches and you’re like “wait here!!!” and you run to find a towel or something to help stop the bleeding but all there is is paper towels from the bathroom??? and you’re like this will have to do
  • and you get a whole wad of the it and run back and try to dab at the blood on this boy’s face and hands and you’re apologizing one hundred times you didn’t know hitting someone in the chest made them bleed so hard
  • but only when the person sort of regains their composure does he manage to give you a really weak smile and he’s like
  • “you,,,,,,didn’t make me bleed. i ,,,,,, got a really bad nosebleed on my morning run,,,,,,,,,and this was the first place i saw,,,,,,,,so,,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like oH so my punch???? didn’t almost kill you
  • and he’s like no,,,,,,but it did hurt and you’re like sORRY
  • and he’s like “im minhyuk by the way,,,,,,” and you tell him your name too and you’re like “did you want to wash your shirt since it has blood on it??” and he nods and explains that he can’t really walk back into his building like this. his roommates will think he’s crazy
  • and you’re like “here let me wash it as an apology for punching you when you were already,,,,,,,,,,well,,,,,,,you know.”
  •  and he gives a small laugh but says he has some coins it’s fine but you’re like no no i have to do this
  • and you can’t believe it but you’re pulling a bloody shirt out of some cute boys arms in the middle of the morning like what is happening
  • but you get it in the washer and there’s blood everywhere and you’re like yikes
  • but then you see minhyuk is just sitting there. shirtless,,,,,,and you look away quickly when he catches your eye and you try to focus on the washer
  • but minhyuk is like “oh,,,,,by the way were you dancing when i came in?” and you’re like UH,,,,,kinda,,,,,,, but it’s embarrassing so forget it
  • and minhyuk is like “i like to dance too! what song were you listening to?”
  • and you get out your phone and sit back beside him and hand him an earphone and put the song back on
  • and you guys go through your playlist and when you look up it’s kind of silly to see him sitting there with paper towel stuck up his nose to make sure the bleeding doesn’t start again
  • but also your arm brushes against his bare skin and you get goosebumps because right right shirtless,,,,
  • but minhyuk doesn’t even seem to notice,he just scoots closer to you and says that he knows the dances to most of these songs
  • and once your laundry is done and so is minhyuk’s shirt
  • you put everything in the dryer, minhyuk insists on helping but you get shy about him seeing your laundry so you’re like just rest,,,,,,,
  • and minhyuk’s dries faster because it’s one shirt and when he slips it back on he thanks you for helping him out
  • and you’re like no problem!!! sorry for,,,,,,,punching you again but minhyuk just laughs - this time much louder and with more happiness behind it
  • and you notice how cute he looks when he laughs, and how he throws his whole head back like,,,,,,,how adorable
  • and he’s like “it’s ok, im used to it i live with 6 other guys!” and you’re like woah what 
  • and minhyuk nods and he’s like “i want to help you carry your laundry but i have to go because ive been gone for too long, but -”
  • and he motions to your phone and you hand it to him and he puts in his contact and gives it back like “but let’s meet up sometime! maybe we can go play dance dance revolution or something hehe” and you’re like h eY,,,,are you making fun of me
  • and minhyuk is grinning like no no i think your dancing was cute, i wanna see more
  • and you’re like sH,,,,,,,,,but he only nods and is like “text me when you’re free, we can go dancing or get something to eat. ill try not to get a nosebleed.” 
  • and you giggle at his joke as he flashes a peace sign and leaves
  • and you’re standing there with only the sound of the drying machine
  • well until you the woman who runs the place comes by and looks at the blood on the floor and is like “what have you been up to?” and you’re like I CAN EXPLAIN 

anonymous asked:

I hope this isn't too much to ask😶 Could I request a smut where your boyfriend Jimin and his bff Hobi have had a stressful day at work so he brings J-Hope home for dinner and asks you to help "relieve" both of their stress?😉 Once again I'm sorry if it's too much😅

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Your body was light, laying against the couch as you watched the TV flick different images. Yawning gently, you wrinkled your nose feeling the buzz of your phone against your bare stomach. Laying in your panties and bra was common while your boyfriend was away. You groaned lifting the screen up to see that your boyfriend had messaged you. His name popping up with little heart emoji’s and other decorations around it. Laughing to yourself, your hands were quick to work in opening the document.

From: Jibi

‘Baby, I’m coming home and bringing Hoseok with me.. We both had a hard day and he feels to worst so please let him stay! Whatever you cook is fine we will be there in a few hours so no bra and panties! Love you’

From: Bunny

‘You’re lucky I fucking love you. I’ll be waiting. Don’t be too long.’

Sighing softly, you rolled off the couch after a ten-minute self-debate treading into the kitchen. Looking around with your hands on your hips you looked at things that wouldn’t take too long to cook because they would be home. Settling for steamed dumplings, shrimp fried rice and beef tips it only took a couple of minutes for the kitchen to be smelling like heaven. While the food cooked, you found yourself roaming down the hallway and to your shared room with Jimin. You didn’t want to seem overly dressed but enough to make yourself look nice. Hoseok and Jimin had been friends for a while and you had to admit sometimes you did cheek out the taller male whenever he came home with Jimin and it made you giddy to know he would be close to you again tonight. Feet scampering across the floor your outfit attire was something simple, red matching lace (because you wanted to relieve Jimin some after Hoseok left) and on top of that you placed on pink cute thigh highs with kittens on them, a long button down dress shirt of Jimin’s that was black. Styling your hair up into a messy bun your face was done lightly. Soft trace of your favorite shade of lipstick against your lips. Once you were done you checked the time and ran back down stairs to finish cooking, sliding across the floor in your socked feet.

In what seemed like hours later you managed to prepare three plates of food pressing them down on the kitchen table. A bottle of beer for the two men and you opted for a bottle of wine, drinking some occasionally while you cooked. You made sure to clean up the dirty dishes and straighten up the house a bit, spraying some air freshener to make the house a bit better. The door was pushed open and you heard the soft murmurings of voices followed by strings of laughter that made your heart tug in the slightest way. You walked from the kitchen with your hands behind your back. Hoseok wasn’t facing you but from the side he looked so fucking good. Light brown hair combed back, a pair of black slacks on his thighs and a button down white shirt. His red tie draping around his neck made you lick your lips slightly at the sight before your gaze was turned to your handsome boyfriend Jimin. You loved his style, simple tight dark skinny jeans and a button down gray shirt with the first three buttons as well as his tie undone. His blonde hair was combed back in the same style of Hoseok’s but he also just looked so damn good. Jimin turned towards you after pulling off his shoes, his eyes looked at you once over and the simple flick of his tongue against his lower lip let you know that you were in for a surprise.

“Jagi. I missed you.” He purred walking your way. The way he addressed you, with so much want had you wanting to push Hoseok out of the house so that you could just ride your boyfriends dick until you were both satisfied.

“I missed you too baby.” You cooed softly letting your arms drape around his neck as he gripped at the sides of your hips pulling you closer to him. You could feel his barely hard erection letting a smirk dance on your lips you leaned forward biting on his bottom lip.

“Be good bunny. Or daddy will punish you.” He made a fake pout before he slapped your ass with one hand. “Besides we have a guest over tonight, don’t we?” He asked pulling back from you. Hoseok was just standing there watching, his hands buried into the confines of his slacks he wasn’t worried about a thing.

“Hello Hoseok! It’s nice to see you again!” You said in a rather flustered tongue, his name sliding off your tongue as you danced to him, having to hop up on tiptoes to place your arms around his neck in a hug.

“Hello princess.” He greeted simply, his strong arms wrapping around to lock against your lower back. He picked you up, one of his hands pressing down against the lowest deep of your back. It caused you to feel your cheeks heat up more from his touch but shaking it off as just friendly you went with it. “And please just call me Hobi. No reason to be so formal.” He smiled setting you down patting your head. It made you want to pout and rip open Jimin’s shirt to yell “I’m the adult here!” but you didn’t do it. You kept it inside. “What did you cook, it smells good.” Hoseok continued like nothing was wrong.

“Yeah baby is the food ready I’m really hungry.” Jimin frowned hugging you from behind. You suddenly felt the space was too small and you wanted to get away. Nodding your head up at a smiling Hobi you waddled around with Jimin towards the kitchen showing them the food.

“Damn she’s cooked and it’s set out. You have a keeper.” Hoseok chuckled walking towards the table.

Directing him and Jimin to sit in front of you, you sat in front of Jimin as you all started to eat. It was much quieter than you had expected. Because usually they had everything to talk about. At first you didn’t really pay attention to it, your eyes were focused on the dumpling that was plopped in your mouth with delicious juices from the meat and vegetables seeping out onto your tongue. It wasn’t until you felt a foot press against yours that you were looking up from your meal. Jimin was watching you but Hoseok was not doing too much of anything. Fork gently pushing against his food, his eyebrows were drawn together and his face stoic as if he was searching or debating about something in his mind. Jimin made a face to you and getting his understanding you cleared your throat a bit looking at Hoseok once more.

“Is everything tasting ok Hobi?” You asked giving him a gentle smile. He paused looking up at you seeming to pull himself from his trance. Nodding his head, he plopped a dumpling into his mouth chewing on it.

“Mmmmm so good! Really good Y/N.” He started to shove food into his mouth eating to keep himself distracted and being half satisfied you went back to eating your own food as well. The kitchen filled with nothing but the forks hitting the plates or sips of things. The wine had you a bit buzzed and all you could think about was straddling Jimin so that wasn’t a help in your current state. Once you were all done you gathered the plates moving them to the sink to wash them up and finish cleaning off the counter. Jimin and Hoseok had talked about minor things but it wasn’t anything too great or interesting. You dried off the dishes, moving everything back and pouring yourself another glass of wine you made your way back to the table sitting down. Looking around at both you and Hoseok, Jimin opened his mouth pressing his hands down against the table.

“So.. I’ve been thinking.” He started out softly, his fingers dancing against the brown marbled surface his ears were turning red as he cleared his throat.

“Well?” You asked crossing your legs under the table sipping from your wine.

“Have sex with Hoseok.” Jimin said in a rush looking up at you. Hoseok lifted his eyebrows and your hand froze your drink inches from your lips as you stare at your boyfriend. Your fucking unpredictable boyfriend.

“Excuse me?” You started.

“Y-yeah this is silly Jimin she is your girlfriend stop it.” Hoseok said in a flustered state. Your eyebrow rose as you looked at him. The cool and confident Hoseok was nervous? Please.

“It makes perfect sense!” Jimin urged raising his hands. “Hear me out please?” He asked you both. Swallowing a large gulp of your wine you gave a curt nod crossing your legs because you hoped for it. You felt part bad for wanting it but Jimin was your boyfriend and if he was offering it. You would take this chance. “Hoseok. I know you’ve had a long day at work. You’ve barely spoken. I know managing accounts and working on projects has had you worked up. Usually you go to the club or find random flings and buy them drinks and take them home. Then when they wake up the next morning they leave or get clingy. Well Y/N is my girlfriend. And a friend to you. At least this way you’d be saving money and doing it with someone you trust. And bunny.. You’ve talked about wanting to try something different. Why not do it tonight?” Jimin asked letting his brown orbs pierce through you. You blinked, and then you did it again before your eyes roamed over to Hoseok’s dark brown orbs that bare into you waiting for you to answer. “So?” Jimin asked hopeful after what seemed like a pause of silence.

“If.. She is willing to. I won’t say no.” Hoseok said softly licking over his plump bottom lips. “I have worked up energy I want worked out of me.” He murmured towards you and for whatever reason you took that as a sign that he wanted to be dominated and that was no problem. Jimin looked at you, eyes dancing with excitement and even if you hadn’t found Hoseok all that stunning just one look at Jimi’s face had you ready to do anything he asked you.

“I’ll do anything for you. And to help out my friend.” You gave a lazy smirk swallowing down another glass of wine setting it down so you wouldn’t be drunk.

“Fuck yes!” Jimin called out standing up from the table and like a kid he dashed towards the room. Sighing softly you stood up cleaning out the wine glass before you were walking to Hoseok holding your hand out for him. Hoseok smirked taking your hand he allowed you to pull him from the table as you led him towards your shared room. Your hips swayed from side to side and he walked close to you, his body heat rolling off himself and onto your body. You moved to spread open the door of the bedroom only to see Jimin already stripping down to his boxers biting on his lips as he watched you. Hoseok turned around to shut the door. You guided him towards the bed, your hands moving up to push him down on the bed on his ass he watched you biting on his bottom lip.

“What are my orders daddy?” You addressed Jimin like this because you both switched. One week you were the dom and the next week he was. Well today you were in his week and you wanted to obey every desire he had.

“Bunny. Strip for your daddies. Tonight, Hoseok is also your daddy and you will give him whatever he wants.” Jimin watched you and you gave a nod of your head stepping back. Slowly unbuttoning the shirt on your body, you swayed your hips side to side, until it was falling and all that was left on you were your red matching sets. Your hand moved up to pull at your bra but Hoseok had other plans.

“Wait.” He called out stopping you. “Come sit on my lap. Let’s not rush princess.” Hoseok beckoned you with his hand and you made your way towards him straddling him with one leg on either side of him, your arms draped around his neck. You were smirking a bit at him, full eager running through you.

“You’re cute.” Hoseok commended letting his hand undo your ponytail “Now strip.” He growled threading his fingers through your hair roughly pulling your head back.

It made you whimper but you obeyed him. While your hands were moving to grab at the bra clasps behind your back, he pushed your leg between his making you straddle his thigh halting your movements. “Ride it.” Hoseok cooed cupping your cheeks before he lightly slapped your cheek making you moan in pleasure. Not wanting to disobey him, your hips were automatically moving to push down against his thick thighs, the slacks causing a friction that was soft against your lace panties. “Open your mouth.” Hoseok demanded next. He was more dominate than you had originally thought he was. It made you feel like it was going to be one hell of a fucking but you were ready for it. Opening your mouth, you were greeted with his thick thumb pressing down against your tongue. You closed your mouth to suck on his thumb rolling your hips down harder against his thighs. Jimin had moved to get off the bed coming around behind your body, his hands moved up to pull at your bra undoing the clasps of it letting it fall off your breast. Hoseok was quick to cup your breast flexing his thigh when he could. You felt yourself getting closer to a release but before you could do so, Jimin was gripping at your hips forcing you to stop.

“Who said you could cum yet?” Jimin asked ghosting his breath against your ear. He licked the shell of your earlobe slowly before he pushed you onto the bed beside Hoseok on your stomach with your ass up in the air. He rubbed at your plump skin before striking it with a loud slap watching your ass cheeks jiggle. Hoseok smirked standing up beside you. Watching you with dark hooded eyes he started to strip himself until he was stark naked, his long thick shaft standing proud and oozing with precum against the lower part of his stomach. Hoseok walked towards the other side of the bed, laying on his back until he was beside your head.

“I want your mouth on mine while my mouth is on yours.” He said simply looking down at his own heated flesh. Your eyes darted forth as another cry of Jimin’s name left your lips from him slapping your ass harshly. Nodding your head, you smirked watching as Jimin pulled down your matching panties now leaving you bare. Your body crawling onto Hoseok’s you gripped at his shaft stroking it softly. All too soon you felt him wasting no time burying his tongue deep inside of your tight pussy. Crying out loud in pleasure your back arched from the wet tongue slipping inside of you. Your hand focused on moving to jerk up and down his shaft licking your tongue across the tip of his shaft slowly. Letting your tongue flick and dig into his slit moaning in pleasure. Your mouth started to slide lower onto his cock until you were taking it all in wrapping your lips around him to give him a harsh suck. You continued to let your mouth work onto his shaft trying to take the girth down your mouth mewling at every lick and every tongue flick against your walls had your body crippling and wanting to just break down on top of him. You felt hands on your ass cheeks spreading them wide. The next tongue pressing against your little tight rim made you yelp around Hoseok’s shaft making you choke. Your hands starting to grip at Hoseok’s thighs to steady yourself rolling your hips back. You wanted to feel more, the two-tongues grazing against your walls had you made you feel so much closer to your orgasm. You were continuing to roll and thrust your hips back. Whimpering your eyes were watering from the pleasure that you were feeling in your system and the tongues slurping at your walls. Hoseok moved his hands to grip around your hips locking you right on top of his body. Hoseok continued to slide his tongue up and down your wet walls curling it against your spot he vibrated it, Jimin on the other hand moaning against your asshole as he stretched it out with his tongue. You weren’t going to last much longer. And it took only a few more thrusts of both of your tongues to have your body locking up from the pleasure you felt. Your orgasm crashing down onto your body.

Continuing to swallow around Hoseok, you felt him lick up your cum, continuing to suck on him you felt the tongue slide from your holes leaving you empty. You were going to pull back until Hoseok was lifting making your body slide forward and his cock to slide out of your mouth. Whimpering you were about to get up, but Hoseok pressed his hand onto your lower back, looking up at the figure in front of you Jimin was shaking his head eyes dark and hooded. He leaned down to grip your chin biting roughly on your bottom lip. “Who told you to cum?” He demanded and when you didn’t answer him Hoseok gave a harsh slap to your left ass cheeks before Jimin spoke again. “Bunny. I asked you a question. Don’t make me ask again.” He growled tightening his grip on your chin.

“I-I was just too horny not to daddy. I couldn’t help myself, bunny is so sorry.” You tried to apologize but Jimin wasn’t having that. “Let her on her knees Hobi.” He told the male behind you who gladly obliged moving to place you on your knees. You watched Jimin pull down his boxers to reveal his reddened tip. Your mouth watered, you wanted it so much. Moving to plant your knees into the bed once Hoseok moved you. Jimin walked towards you about to place your hands onto his shaft until he shook his head no. Hoseok moved to grip your hands behind your back becoming your human handcuffs. Jimin gripped at the back of your hair opening your mouth up to roughly push his cock down your throat. He groaned not letting you adjust, he started to face fuck you harshly slapping his balls against your chin. He was enjoying how you choked, how quick the spit was dripping down your chin and onto your neck.

“Come on slut. Keep up for daddy.” Jimin growled reaching a hand down to slap at your cheek and pull his cock all the way out. Only to shove it back into your mouth and down your throat. You could feel your pussy getting wetter with each thrust just wanting to feel more of him. He was making you weak. Eyes hooded and cheeks flushed you tried to keep up but it was so easy for you to choke onto his shaft and gag. Jimin leaned down slapping your cheek repeatedly. When he was satisfied that it was red he moved to pinch your nose shutting off your air he buried himself to the base of his cock down your throat shutting off your air. Watching as you choked and your body react to not having any air he waited until your eyes fluttered before he moved back letting your nose go and let his cock slip out of your mouth. He groaned as his cock jumped looking back at Hoseok he nodded his head. “She is all yours to destroy. Just make sure I can at least fuck her mouth again if I can’t get the rest of the holes.” Jimin teased moving back from the bed.

Hoseok nodded his head, moving behind you a bit. Not letting your arms go he slammed into your pussy in one go. Your back arched and he was quick to slam into your heat repeatedly. Groaning against your ear he let his body press against yours. He filled you up to the brim, the size of his girth almost not fitting all the way inside of you. He was thicker than Jimin and he was a tad bit longer but not quick it just was causing your mind to race and heartbeat to quicken. He slapped his hips against yours, not sliding out all the time keeping his shaft buried deep inside of your walls you felt as if you were a doll being lifted and dropped onto his cock. He was smirking one hand moving to grip at your ass cheek harshly helping you slide down onto him. Jimin watched in front of you both, the way you cried out for his friend usually would make him jealous but tonight it made him undeniably hard because you looked so good getting ruined. Your breast flopping up and down and stomach tightening from every thrust. How the juices of your shaft, Hoseok’s cock glistening from your wetness. Your pussy tightened around Hoseok more and he continued to switch angles landing against your g-spot. Once he found it and you cried out for more Hoseok was quick to lean against your ear.

“You want more hmm? More of daddies thick cock pressing deep into this tight cunt huh.. Bunny?” He asked but the way he said your name it was enough to have you screaming and begging to cum. Your head rolling back to lay against his chest you let him slam upwards and bring you down. “I don’t think I should let you cum. You weren’t a good girl.” He growled pushing you forward, planting a hand into your lower back to keep you face forward. His hand moved up your spine slowly ghosting his fingertips over your skin he grabbed at your hair shoving your head into the sheets, slamming his hips forward he cursed lowly letting all his pleasure and want drive out of him onto your little body begging for release under him. He felt his own cock twitch with release, he wanted to make you cum but to beg for it. “Tell daddy what you want. Tell daddy Hobi how to make you feel good. Are you sorry? Sorry for being a dirty little slut and cumming without permission?” Hoseok asked pulling your hair back with his hand. He watched you pouting with a cute face though you couldn’t see it.

“I’m sorry! I’m very sorry daddy! I didn’t mean to cum! But please please fuck please let me cum I can’t hang on much longer.” You were filled with whimpers and apologizes not knowing if any of it made sense you just wanted to cum bad and the release was building up. Hoseok smirked growling out your nickname again he nodded his head.

“Cum for daddy. Cum for me baby girl.” He licked up your back sucking on your skin to give hickeys. His hips moving deep and fast into you his thrusts were powerful, causing you to release your cum onto his shaft tightening up. You shut your eyes and lips parted you were continuing to convulse around him. He watched you give him everything you had, his own hips were giving erratic thrusts and he found himself spilling his own cum inside of you after a few more thrusts. He slowed down a bit to let you both ride out your orgasm before he was letting your arms go and pulling out. Turning your head towards him, he kissed your lips gently letting his fingers massage your hips.

Jimin was walking up to you, turning you around to lay on your back watching you. He smirked at how fucked up you were. He leaned down to press your legs down against the sheets, letting his tongue lap up against your folds and clean the cum out of your pussy. He was making sure to clean you all up and take away some of the soreness. He pulled back to lay behind you on the bed lifting one of your legs up to hook his arm under your bent knee. He pressed his tip against your entrance and ever so slowly he slipped inside of your walls. Jimin was one to usually destroy you but because you had taken such a pounding from his friend he would drag it out. He kissed along your left shoulder blade until he was biting down onto your shoulder blade. He started to pull out of you before he slammed back into your heat. He continued to slam up into you at a slow harsh pace. His hips moving against your he rolled his hips grinding against you. He watched your breath hitch, how your hands gripped at the sheets as he moved into you. He watched Hoseok, who was gripping his shaft quickly jerking himself off at the scene unfolding in front of him.

Your hands moved to clench at the sheets, your hips rolling back to take him more his name continued to move inside of you. He felt so good and you couldn’t help but let his name leave your lips repeatedly. Licking your lips as you watched Hoseok you felt wanted and needed in this moment and there was nothing better than that. Your walls squeezing and wrapping onto Jimin’s shaft you let yourself be fucked into against the mattress. Your head thrown back and lips parted your eyebrows knitted together. You continued to roll your hips back and Jimin picked up the pace starting to slam himself into you groaning more as he felt himself getting closer. He moved to press you against the mattress starting to slam into you instantly landing against your spot. Your cries of pleasure erupted from your lips and soon you felt Jimin’s hand rubbing against your clit trying to help bring you closer to an orgasm. Looking up at him you wanted to beg for permission but before you could say anything he gave a curt nod of his head okaying you to cum for him. Your hips pressed back harshly against his as he pounded you into the mattress letting you meet your end.

“Daddy! Daddy! Jimin oh shit!” You continued to cry out as another orgasm swept through your body, biting on the sheets you groaned feeling that orgasm sweep over you before you were just laying against the bed. Thinking it was over as Jimin was about to cum erratically moving his hips. Hoseok gripped at your hair lifting your face he opened your lips to spill his warm load into your mouth watching as you swallowed all of him. Jimin watching the scene leaned his head down to press against your shoulder blades cumming inside of you. His hips slowly slowed down as he rode out both of your orgasms once again. His arms buckling as he finished his orgasm. He moved to lay down beside of you after he pulled out. Jimin pulled you close to him kissing your face.

“I am glad that you decided to do this for me and us. “He said playing in your hair. “I love you bunny.” He smiled softly.

“I love you more Bunny.” Hoseok teased wrapping his arms around you from behind yawning. “If Jimin isn’t careful I’ll steal you. A beauty who can cook, clean and fuck like that? She’s a keeper.” He moaned rubbing his hands against your lower stomach.

“Over my dead body.” Jimin pouted looking at Hoseok.

“You saw how she screamed she would cum good for me always.” Hoseok retorted starting a playful banter.

“Well we will let her decide.” Jimin nodded bringing you closer to his body protectively and a whine slipped from your lips as you decided you just wanted to go to sleep but with a light smirk on your lips you nodded.

“Later. We will see.”

anonymous asked:

I read several days of this blog and did basic research, but I still don't understand what's going on that led to #Norbury. Why are the Pike fics significant if they're not officially connected? I know ARG, but what does PTB stand for? Why do we have sufficient reason to bring Takei into this? I see the arguments about why /not/, but I don't see anything why /for/. Everyone's acting like these are things everyone already should know, but I can't find simple explanations?

Ok anon, strap in:

  • I believe the Pike fics are officially connected. Though it takes some extrapolation to get there (which I’ll explain in a moment), the content of the fics themselves are such that there would be no purpose or motive in writing them UNLESS you had the knowledge and opinions of a showrunner looking at fandom from the outside in. Read The Players for yourself.
  • “TPTB” means “The powers that be,” referring to the nebulous group of people in charge of Sherlock (in this case) who call the shots.
  • Dale Pike’s legitimacy comes from the assumption that the twitter elements of the ARG are real (imo, likely controlled by Joe Lidster). There’s a large network of these, I haven’t been super tuned in, but essentially, consider them NPCs that exist to wave flags and give us sidequests.
  • Our attention to Dale Pike came from parody twitters for two once-prominent members of the Sherlock fandom. These led to Dale Pike’s twitter, which, in turn, led us to their AO3. The AO3 contains a fic series called “Spoiling Sherlock in Real Time,” and has written and published several fics with info about s4 episodes prior to the episodes airing. Identifying Eurus as an imposter, that Sherlock would not be saying “I love you” to John, and…… jesus christ, just trust me on this? They predicted things they couldn’t possibly have known. Although it is possible for ao3 fics to be backdated, we know from the twitter and tumblr bots that update when new johnlock fic is posted that they were published when Dale claims.
  • These fics intricately express tjlc #moods, often featuring female audience inserts who bemoan about the existence of “The Good Story.” In several cases these inserts can be identified as specific Sherlock fans. Ashleigh @kinklock​, for example, is clearly The Girl from the Bus. (Yes, in the show too! That is why she LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE HER FUCKING CLONE.)
  • On the 29th, when most hope for a special was spiraling, Dale posted a plea that we tweet #norbury, complaining again about ALL. THIS. SHIT. Unfortunately, however, Moffat read his audience incorrectly, as they blew up the theater, and the audience fell into chaos. (READ THE FUCKING PLAYERS.)
  • I believe #norbury is the correct course of action because the emotional climax/resolution, post-bomb blast, is Steven (YES, STEVEN IS NAMED IN THE FIC) begging a lone remaining believer to PLEASE pull him out of the mirror well and to “TELL THE WORLD WHO I REALLY AM!!!!!” Capslock all Dale’s.
  • While I’m also willing to believe the bomb in the theater is about exposing canon johnlock (vs. blowing up the show with TFP), I feel like there’s no other real way to expose canon johnlock than complaining about how canon johnlock didn’t happen, AND with the who you really are thing, like, how else can we throw him the rope? What else is there.
  • Also in The Players, John and S are searching for the bomb, which they INSIST must be on the main stage. It must be (it turns out to be strapped to S(herlock) and John themselves–who, imo, might mean Moffat and TJLC), but as they’re searching John discovers two things: That it’s S who brought this dangerous bomb into the theater, and actually, oops, he doesn’t know how to solve the problem.
  • (This is debatable, because S and John have this whole conversation about whether or not this is a trick and he knows how to land planes, but this post is long enough as it is lmao.)

About twitter:

As far as I’m concerned, what’s really important is attempting to get #norbury trending at 7pm London Time/2pm EST/11am Pacific on March 4th and 5th. Whatever methods we want to use to try and get this to happen are up to the people that decide to play.

***WHY NOT TRY TWEETING TOMORROW, MARCH 1ST AS WELL?

George Takei comes from the fact that one of the NPC ARG twitters, I believe @contactWSSH, contacted one of the people organizing #norbury from the get go (I’m sorry idk who you are! pls message me if you want me to edit this and credit you!!!) and suggested that 1) If we can get someone with 50k+ followers to retweet our message, we will be trending within minutes, and that, 2) Why not try good ol’ George, elder of the gay tv community.

I personally feel that there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS COURSE OF ACTION. Whether or not you believe contactWSSH to be legit, the advice about retweets is, and there’s nothing wrong with @’ing a celebrity on twitter. This is actually laughable and perplexing to me. I’m not wild about the concept myself, but one of the basic appeals of twitter is the ability to talk to verified celebrities. People are asking George to retweet shit all the time. This man almost certainly has interns fielding this shit. The worst case scenario I can possibly imagine is George seeing the tweets and going “huh.” If you’re down to believe that WSSH is Joe Lidster/TPTB/what have you, then you can further conclude that maybe George (or George’s PR team) has been NOTIFIED about this and is READY AND WILLING to help us try to make sure this happens.

Because in The Players, in its opening lines, the narration acknowledges that things aren’t going as planned. There are far fewer people milling around backstage than expected. Maybe, just maybe, imo, George Takei is a failsafe.

Hope that covered all the bases. 💜!

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*because I’m extra*

Request: #36 Namjoon Drabble 

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Originally posted by rapnamu

A pitch black darkness that preceded after a spatter of red clouded in his vision. The world around him felt cold and heavy. His limbs lost its feeling as if he had phantom limb syndrome. The smell of gunpowder dusted itself over his noses and the loud bang of a bomb going off jolted him awake, his eyes opening.

“It took you long enough.”

“W–Where am I?” It looked like an abandoned mall, glass storefronts broken, the escalator stopped working and there were small patches of fire in some places. There was a boy, maybe three years younger than he was, firing from this range and shooting down people.

If he didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was trapped in a video game.

“The dead zone.”

“Dead zone?”

“For a new recruit, you sure do ask a lot of questions but do little action.”

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