#i tried out someting with his hair dont know if i like it

[blingblong55]

Flawless -Simon 'Ghost' Riley, John 'Soap' MacTavish, Alejandro Vargas NSFW

Based on a request:

Hi! I Hope you are ok and if I may ask for a request? Someting with ghost maybe or soap or Alejandro how they slowly losing it bc of the teasing 😈 that reader gives them? ❤️🙏 Thank you 🙏 ____ F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, teasing, established!relationship ____

A/N: Its an HC this time and it's not much smut as you'd expect...sorry...

Ghost:

It started as banter. "Little muppet can barely pick a gun up." He nudges you. "At least I dont look like I belong in some shit rock band." His eyes squint at your comment. The entire evening, you and him kept it this way, until you sat on the sofa, he glared at you and then he smirked when he saw you staring at his arms. He man spreads and sighs. "Little thing like you could never take it~" he mentions so casually. "Hm?" your cheeks flushed. He moves his hips slightly, barely noticeable. "In a fight, you could never take the fact my arms are stronger and bigger than yours," he plays his last comment off.

For minutes he kept this up, until you leaned back, stretched and made sure to arch your back. "That was a nice one," your hands on your thighs now. "Oh don't you start," he comments and you chuckle. "Start what?" you play innocent. Your hair now in a pony tail, "It's so hot in here, no?" you so cruelly take your jacket off, the tight shirt showing off your figure. "Don't start something you can't end R/N," his hands over his bulge.

Minutes pass and he watches you, your cleavage on display, he gulps. You sigh and look at him, "It's a shame you have to wake up early to train, isn't it?" You fix the locket that hangs from your neck. "It's also a shame you have to sleep early," your hands on your thighs. He looks at you, devilish smirk on him. "Darling, stop that." he groans. His hands on his bulge as he watches you. "I want you, I need you right here, right now. I need you now, right here. Your lips, touch, everything you offer." he becomes frustrated. He gets on his knees and crawls to you.

"Baby, please~" his unzipped jeans letting his bulge fall out. Your heel on his chest, "Oh no, this is what you get for last night," you smirk. He whines, "but baby-" Your hand to his lips, "shhh, go to bed."

Soap:

"Flowers as cute as you, petal," his arms wrapped around you. "That dog as silly as you," you nod to the guard dog spinning in circles. "I always try and be cute with yer and all I get is this?" he pouts. "What, you can me to get on my knees and ask for forgiveness?" He smirks at this. "Maybe I would, maybe I want my pretty petal to do just that," he leans in. "oh yeah?" you lean in as well but before your lips meet, you walk away. "Hey, no fair," he walks over to you. "No can do, busy," you begin to write reports.

Hours pass and he sits in your office, waiting for you to give him attention. "R/N, let's do something," he begs. "Fine, go to your job, Price needed you in that room thirty minutes ago." You point to the door and he groans. "Gaz took my place, I just need to be with you!" he pouts just a bit. You lean back on your chair and open up buttons, your bra slowly being revealed. "C'mon, petal don't do this to me." You grin as you pass your pen over your tits, "do what?" He licks his lips, "darling, please~" he reaches for your hand but you place it on your other tit.

Nipples hard as you rub them, soft moans escape your lips. "Let me touch you, my love." His voice so soft but filled with desperation. "Oh you see, I can't, you know we can't display that when we wear our uniform." You continue to play with your breasts as he looks at you with need. "Don't do this to me, please, please my love," pre-cum already staining his jeans. "Don't be like this, I love you," he tried to play his emotions to let you touch him.

"Petal, please~" he whines. "Go to that meeting Johnny, it's important-" you reach for his hands. "No, I can't, not when I need to fuck that pretty pussy of yours," he leans over the desk. "Darling please?" His blue eyes begging for one touch. "Go, Johnny." you whisper against his lips.

A/N: I couldn't write for Ale like I did for the others, I just let my horniness write this time...

Alejandro:

"Tease you?" he asks again. "Tease me, Ale." you repeat. "Why?" he crosses his arms. "The guys think you are bad at it, so..tease me." He smirks. "Do you like being teased, pretty girl?" You nod, just trying to go with it. "Good," his hands move to your hips, bringing you to him. "For a pretty girl like you, you sure are so easy to tease then." Smug look on him. His face moves a bit closer to yours. "Am I making you nervous~?" his voice now a whisper, warm breath on your neck. "No," you lie. "No? such a terrible liar you are, chula," his thumb under your chin. "How would you know?" your hands still on your sides. He puts his finger on your lips, gently silencing you. "It's just making you more nervous, chula. I should stop," he says in a teasing tone, not taking his finger off your mouth.

The men giving you a thumbs up from the other side, you ignore them. "Stop? Why?" your gaze on his. "Who know, I might take advantage of this," Alejandro leans his face closer to yours, his lips slightly touching yours. "Maybe I like making you nervous." he whispers. "C'mon, lick my fingers," he commands gently and opens your mouth. Your tongue swirling around as you watch him, he smirks and nods. "Such an obedient thing," he praises. In a sensual way, he takes his fingers off your lips, licking the saliva on his fingers. "Thats what you wanted, verdad chula?" He brings his face closer to yours. "Or maybe you wanted to taste yourself on my lips?" he whispers.

"I...I do," a bold choice to make. "Then you will," he grabs your chin and kisses you, slowly and with passion as he held you in place. His lips soft as they moved against yours. His tongue pushed against yours, but soon he pulls away. "Is my little girl shy now?" He cups your face, "Aren't you a little toy," he kisses you again but it was momentary.

A/N: this man gets me horny too fast its not nice of him...

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[wonyrs]

fluster

enha hyungs x fmr gnr non-idol au, est. relationship warnings food wc 939 + library #

‘ enha hyung as ur 'homies' ! REQ

lee heeseung

" ayyy how u been bro?"

plays along and even replaces his normal petnames with something he'd usually call the members but NEVER you (until now)

um... hello? where is the endearing "why'd u call me that babe 😢☝️?" where is the begging for a kiss? where is the desperate attempts at pda we were hoping to see? this wasn't the plan at all (like... at ALL)

he tries to hide his laugh when u give him the stink eye and keeps up his act

even going as far to pretend like he isn't seeing ur hand inching closer to his and lifts it up to 'brush' the hair from his face

second attempt at holding his hand ended up with him fishing his phone out from his pocket and showing u an extremely!!! hilarious... insta reel.

ur plan has reversed; instead of him dying for ur affection, its now u trying to stop him from treating u like any other person before u physically cannot take it anymore

"ok man. i see how it is man. bye man." this is ur cue to stand up, run away and never look back for ur own emotional sake

if it weren't for heeseung GRIPPING onto ur shirt with the most gobsmacking laugh u've heard coming out his mouth, to the point tears were trsiling down his face from how hard he's laughing

"wait- wait [name]! you started it, come back!"

park jongseong

" how are u doing BABE? how's life BABE? "

mommm [name]'s acting weird again, i think the heat's getting to them

he acts like he can't see ur hand in the air and continues to kiss u right on the lips (but he still moves ur arm down for safety measures)

"what's good, dude?" "baby, who are u talking to? it's only us in this room lol 🤨"

u try again with dapping him up but immediately he turns around and oh so suddenly the wall is soooo interesting

for the whole hour u mess with him and call him 'bro, dude, gang' and shit like that while he just sneakily rolls his eyes and goes on with his day- while most likely wondering what on earth was wrong w u

he'd be in the kitchen washing the dishes while ure trying to hold his hand and have it dap urs up

but is he paying attention?

lmfao no

he goes on with his day since he knows u cant go another hour without his love and so he has nothing to worry about (unless u actually DO go for another hour, then he's actually going to believe something's wrong with u)

eventually u give up and go back to slumping on his back. the months u've spent together gave jay a clear understanding on ur antics and gave him some time to prepare for anything u had up ur sleeve

" tired already? an hour, new record babe. good job"

sim jaeyun

" why are u doing this to me "

the moment u refuse his hug and opt for a more... different greeting, jake malfunctions for a bit

he trys to hug u again but u extremely remain still

whines complains when u keep up the 'homeboy' act

"i swear we acted like a normal couple yesterday, did i make u mad pookie? 😥" sneaks in some of the petnames u absolutely LOATHE just for a reaction

hates when u replace the lovely kiss-and-hug interactions with dapping him up like a BRO

most likely complained to the enha gc abt ur 'unearthly' behaviour (u get his ass on that later) and cries that he might never see the old u again

the urge to drown him in all the love u've kept in since u met up is eating u alive But watching him practically cry over ur feet is helping u out a wee bit

"chat this is absolutely hilarious what are we thinking" "WOW! Hahaha so funny!! Such a kneeslapper! can u stop now 😐."

Hes dead serious when he says this btw Like full on eye contact with furrowed eyebrows, but a small pout is resting on his face

he was fine with the joke at first but then he just got more eager for ur touch as the hours went by

u stare for a bit before engulfing him in the biggest hug ever while peppering his face with an abundance of smooches

"finally! u dont know how long ive waited for this"

park sunghoon

" did u eat something funny? "

just stares. nothing else, just stares

eventually u have to drop ur arm because the silence just got too awkward

was he mad at u? (ofc not) Maybe hoonie just needed to load and take a bit to process the scene in front of him

"i dont think u should be doing this to your boyfriend, babe. it doesn't really fit the loving couple vibe yk 🤖"

even when sunghoon continues to act like everything's normal u keep on persisting with acting like close-bro-friends

... only to be met with the most baffled face ever.

he wonders if ure roleplaying as some character or just genuinely going insane

decides to go along with whatever you're doing and continue the day as normal as it can get

when u get tired of the lack of attention, u drop the act but unconsciously refer to him as bro

muscle memory(ish) fr

"dude can you at least act interested?" "um excuse me? what'd u just call me"

HELLO. where was this dumbfounded hoon when u need him?

ure actually laughing atp because he doesn't even look like he knew what was wrong

the whole time u kept up w the joke, he didn't even look like he cared UNTIL u got tired and talked in ur normal tone

"don't ever say 'dude' in a serious tone like that. scared me, babe."

@ wonyrs 2023

note sorry anon for not taking ur request after like 2 weeks... i've needed some motivation to write SORRY.. also maknae version is next :> requests open!

[be-gay-commit-arson]

I was about to play Pokémon and I was overcome with an overwhelming need to draw Kid Winter with an Espeon

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies,

I gotcha a Beetlejuice x reader this time. All the garden-flufffffffff. Hope you enjoy. 💜

Thistles

You smiled fondly at your favorite ghost as he watched your every movement intently, is eyes lit up every time you mumbled softly at the plant before you. Beetlejuice sat next to you, his legs crossed and from the corner of your eye, you noticed more pink streaks popping up between the bright green locks.

It was a warm summer, and you loved being outdoors. Beej didn't particularly love gardening.... but he certainly loved you. He loved watching his favorite breather do someting. Anyting. But especially watching you doing things you enjoyed, admiring you made his hair go pink in a record time.

"Hey babes...?" Beetlejuice mumbled, as you carefully covered the young plant in your hands with some earth.

"Hmmmm?" you hummed in response.

"...whyyyyy... exaclty... do you talk to the plants?" Beej asked you with genuine curiosity.

You chucked at his question. Once you were done with the plant you sweetly whispered to it: "Better grow good for me buddy... you can do it."

You had to hold back a scoff when you saw Beetlejuice shiver unexpectedly at the sound of your cooing voice beside you. Boy... was he sensitive...

You wiped your dirty hands at the coat you were wearing. It was his striped long jacket. He gave it to you to garden in it, it was way too big for you... but the earthy smell of fresh rain clinged to it. It smelled like him, and you found yourself wearing it all the time actually. It just... felt... nice? Beej declared: "You look way too hot in it to not wear it all the time".... You felt like he was near you when you wore it. Which... obviously... he literally was clinging at you, any chance he got. But you loved to have your clingy ghost around.

After you wiped your hands you took his hand into yours, squeezed it a little and smirked at him: "Awh.... somebody betting jalous Beej?"

He coffed and tried to look offended but you noticed the blush that was creeping up his face. And if you missed that delicate clue,

his now hot-pink hair was less subtle to miss.

You felt the incredible strong urge to kiss his stubble in that exact moment, he was just so...vurnable.

You leaned down towards him and soflty brushed your lips against his in a sweet innocent kiss. When you pulled back you heared him whimper a bit at the loss of contact, and you had to chuckle softly at his antics.

You beamed a happy smile his way and chirped: "Everyting grows faster with the right amount of love..." You pecked him on his scruffy cheek and scratched his head a bit. Beetlejuice leaned into your hand and as you massaged his head you heard him purr softly at your touch. You mumbled: "... doesnt it Beej?"

He responded with another purr, and with that you gently brought your attention back to your plants. He sighed and grumpily whined at you: "Babessssss...."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't supress a smile seeping through your face as you replied: "...yeah, what's it dear?"

He really acted like a 5 year old sometimes.

Tugging your sleeve to get your attention he asked with a dramatic flourish: "What's your favorite flower doll? Of alllllll these?" Big hand gestures followed his scentence.

You scratched your chin while you poundered about that question. Getting your chin full of black dirt in the process, Beetlejuice softly snorted at your actions. You were too into your head to notice though. 'He would tell you... Maybe... later. Even when your face was smeared with dirt you was angelic...' he decided.

"Well... uhm... That must be... the lavender." You spoke thoughtfully as you looked at the ghost besides you.

You saw him frowning a bit, he was clearly in doubt about something. You reached out to his knee, and you delicately brushed it with your dirty hands. The gesture to calm him down seemed to work, as his features became less troubled he murmered: "... Hey babes... which... which ones are those? Can you show me?"

You smiled at him and nodded yes.

Beetlejuice already jumped up and was bouncing up and down in excitement, he reached out to pull you up from the place where you were sitting. You smiled widely at a very excited bouncing beetlejuice and took a hold of his hands.

With one swift movement he pulled you on your feet and you blushed as his strong arms caught you as you fell flush against him. Your nose was inches apart from his when you felt him snaking an arm around your waist to pull you even closer to him and heard him hum contently. He booped his nose against yours and purred in a serious tone: "Lavender you said, doll?"

You pecked his lips softly, nodded, took his hand and skipped to were you held your lavender.

"Tadaaaaaah!" You chuckled. "This... sweet sweet Beej... is laveder." You gestured grandly towards were your favorite pland grew. "Go one baby... smell it! It smells so gooooood." You tugged him towards the flowers with a demanding pull on his suspenders. Beetlejuice sniffed the flowers, almost like a dog would snif it too. With very short breaths and sniffs he pulled back and exclaimed: "I like it doll... it smells a bit like... ehm..."

He pushed his nose in the flowers again, sniffing loudly as he did so. With a low growl he pulled back, took a hold of your (or his old) striped coat and pulled you towards him. His nose attacked your neck before you could protest and your breath hitched as you felt his stubble brush against your neck.

Beetlejuice sniffed deeply, inhaling your scent and a low growl escaped his throath again. He pulled back abrubtly, moaning and mumbling under his breath as he did so:

"Smells so nice. It smells just like you babes."

It was a good thing he held onto your coat that tightly, because your knees were like jelly. Your neck was a soft spot, and this combined with his low voice had you riled up in seconds. The smug look on Beetlejuice's face showed exaclty how well he knew all that. You looked at him and murmered: "You... are... a true demon you... Also you're right, i use lavender in my soap."

He winked at you, and released his grip on your coat a bit as he spoke: "Ya betcha, doll."

You stood on your tiptoes and reached out to ruffle his hair, with a playfull giggle. He gripped your wrist and pulled you towards him again, so he could properly kiss you. Between kisses you asked him: "Hey Beej... what's your favorite flower?"

He chuckled deeply, stroking your cheek and said: "Besides you...? I dont know. Let me check..."

He let his gaze wander around the garden for a little while and after a little while you saw his eyes lit up a bit. He snapped his fingers and you were left in a cloud of green smoke for a second. You blinked once... twice... and just when you were about to call his name you were startled by a loud scream behind you.

"BOO!!"

You squeeked in fright and jumped at the loud sound behind you. Immediately Beetlejuice started laughing hysterically and you slowly turned around, catching your breath again when you did so.

You were about to give him a lecture about not scaring his girlfriend (again) but the corners of your mouth moved upwards as you took in the sight before you.

Beetlejuice was floating on his side, in a semi-wannabe-sexy-pose... with a thistle between his teeth. A freaking thistle. Smiling at you seductively, with a very smug look on his face.

Now it was your turn to laugh.

This man... this demon... certainly had readed way too many romans in his undead life.

Once you stopped lauging he turned around mid air, twirling a circle in the air until he hang upside down above you. He placed the thistle in your hair, carefull not to sting you in the process, and placed a kiss on the top of your head as he shouted unexpectedly: "CATCH!!"

You held your arms out in shock and he dramatically fell into them. A proud smile creeping up his face as he adored you, while lounging in your arms. Dramatically laughing he cheered: "My hero! Thanks for catching sweet-cheeks..."

You snorted and rolled your eyes in annoyance. It was a good thing he was a ghost and therefore was as light as a feather.

He snapped his fingers, dissapearing into green smoke again but this time he appeared behind you. Hugging you tight as his head leaned on your shoulder. You turned your head slightly and whispered in his ear: "... dissapear one more time and I'll let you sleep outside tonight..."

He snuggled closer towards you, kissed your cheek and growled softly: "Okay... i get it doll... i just... really like thistles...?" You smiled at that.

You squeeled loudly when Beetlejuie unexpectedly licked your chin.

"Beej!! Whatthehell?!"

He tickled your sides and chuckled at the high pitched scream he got out of you. He growled in your ear: "You had some dirt on your chin babes... But you are all clean now..."

That demon was gonna be the death of you once. Your knees were once again all jelly. He snapped his fingers and with a smirk against your neck he handed you a thistle "... to make it up?" Beetlejuice softly purred.

Right then you decided that you would never call thistles weed, ever in your life again. They were your new favorite bouquet, together with the lavender.

"Hey Beej.... I know another way you could make up to me..." You mumbled seductively against his scruff.

This time he snapped his fingers again, and the green smoke took you both out of the garden.

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[demonboidies]

𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 - 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼

pt.7

word count: 2,545

<this is a yandere story, therefore this is a trigger warning for emotional abuse, manipulation, toxic relationships and overall unhealthy obsession towards the reader/mc/yn>

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jungkook was really cute, in general. he captured hearts of many people, unintentionally, of course. it was an obvious fact and everyone knew it. except, all of the atoms in jin, hoseok, namjoon, and yoongi's body wouldve disagreed at this moment.

he was a whining, stomping, stubborn mess right now. tears were streaming down his face as he stomped about in his room, definitely making a big mess. the covers were thrown onto the floor as he kicked the small rug on his floor.

"hey, bun-bun, please stop! do you want noona to see this big mess?" namjoon tried persuading the boy, who stopped momentarily. he shook his head no and namjoon nodded, "exactly. if i tell noona that you made this mess, do you think she'll be happy? who knows she might just leave us if she sees this."

at the prospect of you leaving, his eyes teared up even more. he collapsed onto the ground, grabbing a pillow he had previously thrown onto the ground to cry into.

"no!~~"

the wail made all 4 of the guys cringe. finally, yoongi stepped forward running a hand through jungkook's hair.

"hey, bunny, why don't you get into bed and wait there for y/n to come back?"

jungkook shook his head.

"why not buddy?"

"i-i wanna see her when she comes inside, jungkookie doesn't want to wait any longer."

yoongi nodded thoughtfully, helping his fellow friend up, "we can wait downstairs, let's go."

his hand clasped tightly around jungkook's, letting the little sit on the couch which was positioned right in front of the door. yoongi made sure jungkook was preoccupied, turning to namjoon.

"get him his banana milk."

in a few seconds, the carton of milk was in jungkook's hand as he clutched a pink bunny plush in his other, staring at the door with determination. it was as if he was a runner, you opening the door would be the equivalent to the start of the race, and jungkook would have to run as fast as possible to you - the finish line.

jin sighed dramatically, feeling the weight off of his shoulders as he rolled his chair into the kitchen. hoseok and yoongi followed, letting namjoon stay preoccupied with jungkook.

"gosh, i knew he was reliant on her, but this is the worst episode ever." jin said taking a large gulp of water, he was trying to trick himself by thinking it was vodka. he indeed needed a drink, but right now wasn't an appropriate time.

"you know he has like over," hoseok paused thinking of a reasonable number, "200 photos on his phone, only imagine how many he has on his laptop, tablet, and probably has some on his fucking smart watch. knowing him he probably programmed it differently, just for that."

yoongi chuckled dryly, silently pitying jungkook. "he's so dependent, it's scary." he shook his head as if he was disappointed in jungkook.

hoseok and jin looked at each other, then at yoongi and broke out in laughter.

"coming from the guys who used her as your 'muse'." jin exclaimed, hoseok nodding and laughing along with him.

yoongi's face lit up a light pink, "oh whatever, at least i dont lie to her." his clap back made jin roll his eyes.

"we all agreed to this so don't go on bringing up that. that's just you trying to be a hero." jin's snarky comment made yoongi shut up immediately, although the glare he had directed to jin was clear on how he didn't like his snide comment.

"jungkook is just young, that's why. assured, we all acted that way when we were his age."

"pft, at his age i was kil-"

"noona!!~"

the excited squeal cut off jin who sighed heavily once again. wordlessly, they all walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. they saw jungkook holding you close by your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, even if you were noticeably shorter than him.

"hey jungkook." you patted his shoulder in greeting, your other hand being occupied by taehyung's hand. jimin watched the two youngest get most of the attention so he stomped into the kitchen. he grabbed one of your favorite drinks, bringing it out to you in a glass cup.

"here noona, drink this. you must be exhausted." you thanked jimin with a smile, pulling away from jungkook. you took a sip from the drink, looking at all of the expecting males. were they just waiting for you to come home? their eyes were wide, a smile on their lips...resembling puppies almost.

their eager eyes suddenly tore away from you, noticing your questioning eyes. "so..."

"noona let's play games upstairs!"

"y/n wanna check out my studio? i was working on some new tracks, if you're curious to hear some."

"noona, i never got around to showing you my dance performances right?"

you blinked slowly, staring at the individuals who were looking at you expectingly. the grip around your arm and you looked down to see jungkook looking at you with his bright, big doe eyes and lips formed into a pout.

"noona~ please?"

your breath hitched, the sight making your heart stop. the same time, your hand was being pulled in the direction of taehyung. you looked at the younger male.

"noona, you haven't spent much time with me. jungkook can wait, can't he?" taehyung's tone dropped and you could see in your peripheral vision jungkook moving towards his hyung.

"what? what are you getting at, taehyung?"

the other boy's eyebrows raised, shocked at the sudden informal tone jungkook had.

"i'm sayin-"

BZZT. BZZT. BZZT.

there was a vibration coming from your right pocket. so you took ahold of your ringing device, after un-twining your hand out of taehyung's (with his reluctance, of course), and swiped to answer it. you tried turning your body to the side for some privacy, but jungkook's hold didn't loosen a bit.

so you let out a sigh, saying a greeting to whomever was on the other end.

"good afternoon, ms. y/n."

"uhm, hello. who am i speaking to?"

the boys tried acting like they weren't listening in, except for jungkook who was watching you like a hawk. they were either on their phone, playing games, or just looking out the window.

"this is mr. kim, the secretary of mr. park hyung-sik's company, EyeCandy."

the name was familiar, it was one of the biggest companies regarding technology in South Korea. it was a job you had applied to maybe more than 2 months ago. it was a longshot dream you had. they handled many out of the country project and you simply wanted to become one of their translators. it was stupid of you to think you even had a chance. and it was obvious after the ceo had gotten up on a stage in america and by his side was a girl speaking into a microphone.

"ah," you said, not knowing what to think of it, "and why are you calling? sorry for the rudeness, but i can't wrap my head around it...i mean, i applied months ago."

jin's eyebrow raised in question, definitely paying attention now. applied? as in for a job?

"actually, i'm glad to be the bearer of good news, so we would like to say we have accepted you as mr. park's own personal translator."

you blinked once. twice. and thrice, or the third time.

"i'm sorry but, what?"

"come around at 8 am sharp tomorrow if you're interested."

and the line went dead.

"let's go!" jungkook said tugging your arm to go upstairs. but you wouldn't budge. jungkook began whining slightly, but stopped when you looked concerned with something. it seemed safe for him to assume it was regarding whoever you were on the phone with.  

"oh! i remember, hobi," you said looking at the surprised male in question, "your studio. it should be opening in 20 minutes, you asked for me to remind you earlier this morning."

the boys looked at hoseok suspiciously, but he only smiled gratefully. "oh thank you! i really forgot!"

he glanced at the boys, who were staring at him with high suspicion, but he gave no second thought to them, rushing upstairs.

"you know, noona," taehyung looked at you, softness in his eyes and smile, "you can call me tae or taetae if you want."

you smiled at his cute nickname, opening your mouth to respond, but jungkook cut you off.

"goo! kookie! jungkookie! you can call me those names! even bun-bun!"

'really? i would think annoying brat would be more fitting," yoongi thought bitterly, not loving the fact he was still attached to your arm - and the fact you seemed okay with it.

"well, if we're getting familiar with nicknames," yoongi said with a calm voice, "i give you permission to call me yoongs." he already made clear on the first day he wouldn't mind if you called him oppa or yoongs, but he thought restating it would've encouraged you to call him that more often. "oppa is fine too."

jin glared at him for taking the oppa title. "actually, you could call me oppa too, and if you want jinie. seeing as i am the oldest, that title should be reserved for me too." jin threw a glare at yoongi who only rolled his eyes.

you chuckle at the seemingly playful banter, not knowing how competitive they were actually being.

"joonie is cool with me." namjon said casually, walking closer to you. "and actually could i speak to you alone for a moment."

the mention of being alone with namjoon made junkook tighten his grip around you.

"no! noona is going upstairs with me," he declared for what felt like the thousandth time today,

"goo, i swear only 5 minutes. and you can take her upstairs to play overwatch or whatever."

the youngest showed to sign of letting up, until yoongi sighed and walked up to him. "goo, let's go. namjoon needs to talk about someting serious-"

"i am serious!" jungkook said puffing his chest out.

yoongi gritted his teeth, grabbing jungkook by the back of his neck and making him lean down a bit, so he cuold speak very clearly right into his ear.

"jeon, you better stop fucking around and come with me, let namjoon and y/n talk alone - it's something very important. or i swear to god, i'm gonna...beat the shit out of y/n right now, take them away from you, and make sure you never see them again." yoongi's words held no meaning, zero at all, but it got the reaction he wanted. jungkook let go of you, grabbing yoongi by his collar and staring him right into his irises. yoongi could tell how jungkook had switched, snapped, and was angrier than he's ever seen.

"repeat that shit to my face right now." jungkook, rather jeon, was furious. this persona/alter of jungkook was more aggressive than any other alter that jungkook had (at least known by the boys). it was a very, very, very stern rule in the house to not trigger that part of him. it never really ended well, no matter who tried to calm him down. the only way jeon would leave would be if jungkook had gotten sleep or just past out for whatever reason.

"come on," namjoon said, grabbing your wrist to pull you aside. it would be best if you didn't see anything that was about to go down, "there's something important we need to discuss."

you reluctantly let him tug you in the direction of his office. he shut the door behind you, but you flinched when you heard something crash.

"alright, so what i wanted to talk about was regarding your living location..." his voice trailed off, fiddling with some papers in his drawers, "jin and i wanted to know if you would be staying with us or you would be residing back at your apartment?"

this discussion was really supposed to be saved for later, but hearing your phone call and seeing jungkook's unusually clingy attitude, it seemed to be a good time to bring this question upon you. after all, with everything that seems to be happening at this moment, you might even say yes due to the pressure.

you nodded slowly. the decision had to be made, and the pros and cons of your choices were clear. living with the boys would only make your job easier, however it would inconvenience the boys. living by yourself (as you had been living before) would let you not be in anyone's way, however, the commute to the hill would have to happen every day and it sounded tiresome just thinking about it.

"i mean there is no pressure, however, we - as in all 7 of us - want you to know that it would be no problem if you had decided to stay with us. don't think that you would be a burden, you're already helping us so much. it also seems fitting if you're going to be here every day, in the case of an emergency or something," his voice trailed off in the end, noticing how you were in deep thought. he saw the contemplation on your voice and he smirked a bit. he just needed to convince you a little bit...

"and i'm sorry to say this to you - i just need you to know. the youngest ones really do rely on you for a lot of stuff. we need you here on time to be driving them at their designated hours. also...to think about jungkook - he really needs you by his side as well as taehyung. i don't know if you've noticed, but you're one of their calming remedies."

well now you really couldn't say no. to know that you were actually needed, i mean, you knew you were needed but for the sake of the two youngest. being called their remedies. it was like namjoon was planning all of this out only for you to say yes, his wicked and smooth words were very persuading.

and persuaded you were. it was crazy. you had only met the 7 males a mere day ago, but being called one of their calming remedies. if you were needed for an emergency, it would be too late if you were to commute to the hill. so the only option was...

"i guess i should start packing my things up then," you said, almost hesitantly. "i really would hate to burden you guys, but, my job here might be a waste if i would have to commute every day." you smile softly at the pleased man in front of you.

that was step one done and accomplished. everything was going well.

//I called this one pros and cons bc obvs ar the end,,,,but like pros and cons of jungkook is basically why that's the title

bc see hes a cutie wootie patootie, but hes also an annoying lil bitch for his noona ❤🥰 [pros and cons]

[that was a joke lol pls dont take offence]

[^jk finding out his noona is paying more attention to his hyungs]

[fandomss-girl-genius]

Tuesday-9th girl genius event week: Paris

@girlgeniusevents The longest one, Agatha accidentally destroys some of The Black Market in Paris. Oops. And, side note, how do you all do that thing where it cuts the page in half so you don’t waste everybody’s time?

Word count: 2,264

Warnings: a lot of fire, living things get burned

Agatha walked down the street, humming as she went. She was thinking about her latest clank, which had been acting up lately. The clank was shutting off randomly, and she couldn’t figure out why. Everything seemed to be fine, and the castle couldn’t find anything wrong with it.

“Agatha! There you are, I was looking for you,” shouted Krosp.

“Hey Krosp, I just needed a walk to clear my head.”

“Oh, that clank you were making? I’ve been looking at it, and I couldn’t find anything.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Agatha agreed,”I’ve been thinking, what if the problem wasn’t the clanks body, like we’ve thought, but it’s fuel source?”

“Oh, I see. What was the fuel?”

“Kerosene,” Agatha answered.

“Hmm. So are you thinking she sold you bad fuel?”

“I can’t be sure until I go back to the lab to test it, but that’s exactly what I’m thinking.”

“Ho! Misstres! I heff ben lookink for hyu!”

“Dimo! I was just going for a walk,” replied Agatha, “how have you been?”

“Vell,” he admitted, scratching his neck, “beink general isn’t ze most fun, I heff to stay beck und plan vile the odders do de fitink, but hy is goot!”

“Good,” said Agatha, “Dimo, it appears we may have to do a bit of fighting ourselves, would you like to come?”

“Ov courze!”

“Then let’s go back to my lab.” Agatha walked down the street, thinking. The lady could of just been ignorant, but she highly doubted that was the case. Madame Silvia was one of the most trusted suppliers of fuel in Paris, so it was much more likely she was being targeted.

“This is really weird,” muttered Agatha, “the fuel cans all have different amounts of contaminates.”

“What does that mean?” Asked Krosp.

“It means-“ said Agatha, brushing herself off and standing up “-That it was not Madame Silvia who sold us that Kerosene.”

“An Adventure! Hy thought that ve had been a leedle slow lately, ve iz due.”

Krosp grinned. “Let’s save Paris.”

Agatha, Krosp, and Dimo walked out of the door, and onto the street. Dimo was right, was a full 2 months after their last adventure (Agatha Heterodyne and the suspiciously large cookies, available for sale in your local bookstores!), she wondered what this one would be called. Agatha Heterodyne and the Kerosene incident? Agatha Heterodyne and the Abduction of Paris?

Here train of thought was broken by Dimo.

“Hey misstres, vere iz her shop again? I think ve iz lost.”

“Don’t worry, I know this part of the town well. We’re going in the right direction,” she reassured.

Krosp looked uncomfortable. “Hey Agatha, what do you think happened to Madame Silvia?” Even with The Master’s constant watch over the city, some things still escaped her. She was strong, but she was still learning.

“That’s what we’re about to find out. Someone no longer fears The Master.” Agatha had slowly deflated, she was worried. Crime in Paris of this scale was almost non-existent.

“Zo, vhat for iz thiz women killed? Did she have any enemies?” Dimo questioned.

“A lot of other fuel traders wanted her gone, she was the best in town. We should visit them first. Any one of them has a motive.” Everyone quieted at this point, and they entered The Black Market.

It was a sight to behold. It had to be rebuilt after a spark had unleashed a seismic replicator on most of Paris, all of the underground caverns had become unstable. Due to this, The Black Market had to be relocated as the caverns were being worked on.

In the night, the luminescent moss shimmered, giving The Market a soft glow. The shops were made from a thick black rock that seemed to absorb light around it. In the open air, the stars shimmered, and made the whole scene appear surreal.

“Madame Silvia’s store is in the fuel section,” Agatha said, pointing to the map. “The store we want is on the other side of the market, where they specialize in Spark technology.”

“Where are we now?” Asked Krosp.

“We came in the south entrance, so we’re in food and beverage. That’s right next to Spark technology.”

“Vhat are dose little black lines?”

“Those are the underground walkways. They take you through the market faster.”

Agatha tucked the map back in her pocket, and walked into the market. As she strolled down the street, she paused every now and then. She would have to get food when she had the chance.

The Gate to the next section loomed before them. The market had been divided into 7 sections, and large gates marked where they began and ended. As they walked into Spark technology, they veered to the right, and found the store they were looking for.

“M & Mme Caron. They were famous enemies of Madame Silvia, they may have done it. Remember, they’ll only know she’s dead if they somehow did it, so be on the lookout for strange behavior.”

Agatha pushed open the door, and a little bell rung. Mme Caron appeared, a short woman with black hair in intricate buns. Her husband appeared after, with a long blond beard.

“Hello mademoiselle! How may we help you?” Mme Caron chimed.

“We came here for fuel,” Agatha replied, “Kerosene.”

“Surely you would have gone to Madame Silvia’s first,” he said.

“Yes, but we found hers to be less than standard. We came here next.”

“Of course,” Mme Caron said. “Everyone knows our fuel is always acceptable.”

Dimo sniffed the air. There were more than 2 people behind that counter, he could smell it.

“Zo,” he said, “vhat sort ov tings do you heff behind the counter?”

“Mostly just scrap metal,” they answered nervously. They were hiding something, he could tell.

“I needs some ov dot. Do you mind if I gets it? The schuff I’m lookink for iz heavy.”

“Of course, pick anything you like! We are always open to pickups!” M. Caron replied. Dimo could smell him sweating.

As Dimo walked behind the counter, the smell became stronger. He carefully followed his nose to the pile in the back. There was someone hiding.

Agatha saw him, and engaged the Carons in chat. “It’s a shame about what happed to Madame Silvia.” She said. It would be better if they revealed that they had abducted her themselves, it would be easier to clean up.

“We have no idea what you’re talking about.” They refused to meet her eye, and Mme. Caron began to hastily reapply her makeup.

Dimo began digging through the pile. He began to see someone, and by their scent they had been heavily drugged.

“Haven’t you heard? Madame Silvia has gone missing. An imposter is running her shop, and gave me bad Kerosene.” The Carons backed to the door. They were planning to run.

“Hoy! I think hy found her!” Dimo was holding up a severely drugged Madame Silvia, unconscious. Turning to the Carons, he asked, “Vhat I vunt to know, iz vhy you abducted her. She vas just your competitor, vhy vould you do this?”

Mme. Caron smiled. “She was better than us. Our business was failing, so we captured her, and had a body double ruin her. We were going to return her after her business was destroyed, but you all tried to play the hero and rescue her.” At this she pulled out a gun. “But now, we have something better. The Lady of Mechanicsburg is worth much more than-“

At this she stopped. Krosp had snuck up behind them, and had a much larger, much more impressive gun.

“I don’t know who you tinks you iz, pulllink out a gun on Mizz Agatha here. Hyu bettah not even tink about pullink vun on me. Ve gots to be going. Ze Lady needz her fuel.” Dimo growled at the Carons, and left the store.

“Krosp, can you clean this mess up until The Master of Paris gets here? She won’t be long.”

“Of course. Make sure to take out that imposter in Madame Silvia’s store.”

“Don’t worry, we will.” And with that, Agatha left to follow Dimo.

“Zo, vere iz dis store? Ze Carons mentioned hyu being vorth more. Ve iz probably beink followed.”

“Yes, I thought that myself. That’s why we’re going to take the underground passages. If there’s a fight, It will be easier to contain.” They came up to a large entranceway, not unlike that of a subway. As they descended, the lights gave off warm, yellow light, keeping the passages at an even level. The tunnel was wide, large enough for 6 people to be laid on end.

It was strangely quiet. Dimo sniffed the air a few times, and could tell people were coming from behind. “Mizztres, vhat kinds of people iz you expecting?” He asked, worried.

“A small group. Enough to quickly surround us, no more than 10. Why?”

“There iz someting coming behind us,” he said, “und vhatever it is, its big. I can schmell 9 people, maybe 10, und ze heff lots ov poison. There iz also someting.. else. It iz fast, und hy dont tink I could take it down. Ve iz stuck.”

Agatha began removing all of her weapons, the poisons, explosives, and traps. She had been building small devises of destruction for a while, and she was fully armed. “Dimo, when they come around the corner, I need you to kill as many of the people attacking us as you can. Leave the monster to me.” She hid in a corner, ready to fight.

The fighters appeared. They appeared to have been highly trained, as Dimo could only kill 3 before they started to fight back.

Agatha spun around at the monster. It was easily 20 feet tall, and appeared humanoid. It had no teeth, but it’s gums were hard, and could probably snap her spine in half. The monster was deathly white, and you could see its veins beneath its flesh.

Agatha quickly realized regular weapons would do nothing. Grabbing a small explosive, she called to Dimo, who was fighting the last person.

“Dimo, we need to leave now! I’m going to blow the tunnel!”

“Hokay, hy iz coming!”

Agatha attached small mines across the support beams, and began to run.

We have 15 seconds before those blow!” They sprinted, just making it out before the first bomb exploded. The monster was not so lucky. Agatha and Dimo continued to Madame Silvia’s shop, with her in hand.

“The imposter will have been warned about us by now. We need to get them, see who they’re working for. We should run.” They flew down the street, and stopped at Madame Silvia’s.

They snuck into the shop. The Madame’s place always smelled like fuel. Everything had a layer of oil on it. Madame never would have let it get like this. The imposter stood at the counter, chatting on a small communication device.

“Yes,” They said, “I’ll keep my eyes open.” They hung up and set down the phone. With a start, they saw Dimo, and whipped out a gun.

“I have orders to shoot you on sight. The Lady Heterodyne is to come with me.” Dimo just glared at them and hit them on the head. They collapsed in a pile.

“Dot vos easy. Dis must be a trap.”

“No, I don’t think so. We caught them on the phone, they couldn’t have set anything up.” Suddenly, they could hear shouts on the street. Flinging open the door, they rushed outside, where a horrible sight awaited them. Several shops were in flames, and the monster from the tunnels was on a rampage.

“Hy knew dot zat monster vasn’t dead!”

Agatha quickly assessed the monster. The explosions had taken their toll on its hide. In some areas, the heat had reduced the once impenetrable barrier to a thin layer of molten slop.

“I know what to do!” Shouted Agatha. “I have to repurpose this, so keep it distracted!”

“Hyu gots it misstres!” Dimo roared at the abomination of science, and began to attack it, while Agatha tinkered with her sonic cannon. It began to fizz as she pored all sorts of fuel down it.

“Misstres, hyu better hurry op! Hy iz havink problems!” Dimo yelled. It was no use, Sparks could be completely oblivious when tinkering with the laws of nature.

The monster continued destroy the fuel section of the black market. It had many abilities they had not witnessed in the tunnels, such as the ability to spit acid. Dimo had almost been melted 5 times, and he really didn’t want to make it 6.

It tore through buildings, laying waste to a small shop for oil, which exploded. The monster shrieked in pain, and large boiled began to appear on its legs. It came crashing to where Agatha sat, opening a can of super heated steam.

The monster screamed and then passed out when Agatha turned the weapon on it. “I used the rays to make the monster believe it was being burned alive. We may need it,” she explained.

“Dot vas a close vun!” Dimo remarked. “Ve gots lucky.”

“Contact The Master of Paris, she’ll deal with it. I still wonder who captured us. I’ll have to ask the imposter when they’re awake.” At this they turned to them, shocked to see that they were gone.

“I’m sure ve’ll find out later. Besides, some vun iz alvays tryink to get us.”

“You’re right. We’ll be fine,” Agatha replied. They walked out of the Black Market and into the Paris streets, ready for their next adventure.

[tae-mister]

🌟85 Questions🌟

Tagged by: @broken-scene-queens ahhh Thank you for tagging me!!

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people.

Last

1. Drink- Water

2. Phone call- My mom, she didn’t want to get out of bed to get icecream..

3. Text Message- My mom again, same reason too lol

4. Song you listened to- Pitch by @pukicho (his music is amazinggg check him out )

5. Time you cried- Last night haha

Ever

6. Dated someone twice- Nope

7. Kissed someone and regretted it- no

8. Been cheated on- no

9. Lost someone special- yeah

10. Been depressed- Its complicated i guess

11. Gotten drunk and threw up- nooo

Fave Colors

12. Any shade of blue

13.  Black

14. Really light/dusty pastel pink

In the last year have you…

15. Made new friends- Since the beginning of 2018? no, unless im mixing things up in my head

16. Fallen out of love- I’ve never been in love, so no

17. Laughed until you cried- nopee

18. Found out someone was talking about you- no

19. Met someone who changed you- no

20. Found out who your friends are- kinda i guess?

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook friends list- yes two people lmaoooo

General

22. How many Facebook friends do you know irl- all of em

23. Do you have any pets- A cat (i had two but one disapeared;-;-;-;-;) a turtle, and a dog 

24. Do you want to change your name- Nah its chill

25. What did you do for your last birthday- I either did nothing or went to a Cafe with a friend, but i cant remember if that was last time or the birthday before (My memory is soooo badddd)

26. What time did you wake up today-7:30 but then i went back asleep till 9 haha

27. What were you doing @ midnight last night- Either reading or watching youtube

28. What is someting you can’t wait for- a new season of ASOUE

29. Not listed

30. What are you listening to right now- Stay by Thirty Seconds To Mars (an amazing coverrrr)

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom- no lol

32. Something that gets on my nerves- People not treating others with basic human respect. Its not that hard so just heckin do it. Also when people dog ear booksss

33. Most visited website- Probably youtube

34. Hair color- Dark brown

35. Hair long or short- Short

36. Do you have a crush on someone- I dont even know anymore, probably not

37. What do you like about yourself- Physically, my eyes. Otherwise my abibilty to read books really fast idk

38. Want any piercings- I want more ear piercings and possibly a nose piercing in the future.

39. Blood type- Not a cluee

40. Nicknames- Nati or Nacho

41. Relationship status- Singlee and not planning to date, too stressful

42. Zodiac- Aquarius

43. Pronouns- She/Her 

44. Fave TV shows- I really only watch youtube or Netflix.. but if it has to be something on tv, then Criminal minds is chill

45. Tattoos- none yet, but i plan on getting my first next year

46. Right or left handed- right handed

47. Ever had surgery- I don’t think so

48. Piercings- just one in both ears

49. Sports- uhhhhhhhhhh Volleyball i guess? I dont really play sports

50. Vacations- uhh i went to california to visit family last Christmas, does that count as a vacation tho?

51. Trainers- The closest thing i have to gym shoes are my pair of Converse

More General

52. Eating- I mostly eat cereal lol

53. Drinking- Water, Mtn. Dew, or Green Tea

54. I’m about to watch- probably some youtube videos lol

55. Waiting- for myself to do homeworkkkk

56. Want- to sleeeepppp

57. Get married- As of now, don’t see that happening for decades, relationships just seem too time consuming and complicated for me

58. Career- Forensic Chemist and Crime scene analysis, if that fails then idk what

Which is better

59. Hugs or Kisses- uhhh idk neither

60. Lips or eyes- Eyesss

61. Shorter or taller- I like taller but honestly don’t really care

62. Older or younger- Probs older

63. Nice stomach or arms- Don’t care

64. Hookup or relationship- between these? relationship. 

65. Troublemaker or hesitant- Probably hesitant because i dont really have the money to be doing dumb stuff

Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger- no

67. Drank hard liquor- I’ve tried sips of mixed drinks

68. Lost glasses- Yes, it was terribleee

69. Turned someone down- Yeah

70. Sex on first date- Nopee

71. Broken someone’s heart- Ha no

72. Had your heart broken- no

73. Been arrested- no

74. Cried when someone died- Yeah :/

75. Fallen for a friend- Not really ‘fallen’ but I’ve had crushes on friends before.

Do you believe in

76. Yourself- Maybe in certain things

77. Miracles- Yeah

78. Love at first sight- No, I don’t think its possible, you’d just be “falling in love” with their looks, not personality

79. Not Listed

80. Kiss on a first date- I dont believe in it but ive done it lmaooo

81. Angels- nah

Other

82. Best Friend’s name- I have multiple, Krystal, Gabi and my dog Mutu

83. Eye Color- Brown

84. Fave Movie- Coco, I love that movie so muchhhhh I cry everytime i watch it.

85. Favorite Actor/Actress- I dont keep up with them lmaooo

I’m too lazy to tag 20 people so im just gonna tag a few mutuals

tagging: @suga-brushing-his-teeth @dreamingourlives @hyyhoseok @thespaceginger

[evakposts]

so i wrote something finally  and i just thought that this idea was kinda cute??? and i’ve got writer’s cramp for a long time now so i’m starting slow with half hearted things just to get rid of the barrier u know??? also it could be a lot of grammar mistakes and I'm sorry for that!! whatever i dont een know hope u enjoy or someting bye

”1… 2.. 3..4” Isak thought to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine a small, white, fluffy sheep jumping over a fence.  It did not work. He knew this already, there was no idea that he even tried. It was 04.36 in the morning, and outside it was so quiet except for a car or two that drove by their window every now and then. It was so quiet. Except for the breaths that were coming from the blonde boy lying next to him. His hair that always was styled in to this perfect quiff was now a mess of blonde hair spread all across the pillow case. He looked so peaceful lying there. Isak’s heart swell at the sight, it almost felt like his heart expanded to the point where it overtook all the space in his chest.

The boy breathed slow and heavy. “One breathe, two breathe, three.. four..”Isak counted. Slowly he started to breath in the same rhythm . “five.. six… seven.. eight” Isak breathed. A sense of calm overtook him. The dim lights of the street lamps outside shone and were peeking in through the blinds. “thirty, thirty one, thirty two..” he counted, still breathing in the same pace as Even.

Slowly he felt his eyelids being heavy and how he drifted off.

Maybe counting before going to sleep was his thing now. Maybe it was a combination of counting and feeling safe, thanks to Evens presence. He did not know, but that did not matter right now. What matter is that once again, Even had helped him, without even knowing it himself.

And Isak is so thankful for that. He is so thankful that he, out of all the people in the world, is lucky enough to sleep next to this blonde boy.  His blonde boy.

[miyahislost]

REVIEW OF : YURI ON ICE

I should probably be guilty of watching this anime just a week before my exams but i am not.Hearing from friends and tumblr ofc that it is a yaoi anime,yuri on ice definitely made it to my watch list.And i wanted to wait untill summer vacation but my favourite anime reviewer Gigguk(please check out his youtube channel,he is awesome) had exaggerrated so much about how gay this anime is,i decided that i need some yaoi in the life.But what i saw was completely different from what i expected.

Yuri On Ice had me within the first 10 minutes of its first episode when i saw Yuri crying in the bathroom.As a high schooler i wouldn’t say i haven’t done that before more than once.When he was talking to his mom i thought his mom was being rude to him or something,but that outburst of tears was so genuiene,the feeling of disappointing everyone including yourself,and thats where Yuri had me.The japanese clearly know how to make their characters more human,it is these human emotions that most dramas and movies neglect to play the plot but this is where the director fails to make a connection with the audience no matter how good their actors are.Back to Yuri on ice,seeing that yuri has just an amazing family supporting him throughout was purely heartwarming,although i couldn’t connect with yuri on that note caz i personally have no family support but for someone as indecisive as him who doesn’t even have 1% confidence in himself,his supporters play such a vital role in his life which was evident throughout the show.Even if they didn’t get much screen time,they were alive as ever,because when u cant live for yourself u live for others.Also,when he met eyes with victor and victor thought he just wanted a photo,when u come this far only because of your idol and he fails to recognize u for your strenght and ability,its just like salt in the wound.When yuri went back to his hometown,its like starting fresh from someother again.Yuri not only pays tribute to those kids who want to grow up to be like their idol but also to those with low self esteem issues and failures,its as sporty as it can get.

Now coming down to Victor,i was so impressed by how foreign he looks and not just a regular gray haired anime guy.The detailing in each charcter was done to perfection!When victor moves his hands through the air,HIS HANDS ARE SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL THAT I WANT THEM INSIDE ME!He would soar in the ice like an angel without wings but the emotions attached with every movement was so lively,it is actually the best performance i have seen come from an anime.Then their is yurio,not your typical tsundere or 15 year old anime kid.That grit,the anger in his magficient green eyes,the lucious blonde hair and that precious smile he tries so hard to hide,everything just made this 15 year old evolve into a mature character the audience had to take seriously,who still had feelings of a 15 year old,but the boy had someting else,TALENT,not only hardwork and passion,but the fact that this boy was a masterpiece was transparent through his performances as he would glide on the ice like a swan.Plus he is a total fuckboy material and its so major cute that he loves his fans(well,sorta)and calls them angel!

All the other unique and distinct characters,they all had such different stories and backgrounds and their own reason of wanting to win.Its safe to say non of them seemed extra,but as significant as victor and yuri.They truely did depict fellowship and family.I usually am pretty pssessive about the anime guys i like,but this i am like”nah,i cant have yurio,he belongs to otabek!”With enough said i must add that the character development in yuri was pretty obvious as we all so his potential in the beginning and wanted him to keep doing better and better.What was expected was the development of relationship between the characters as they get involved with each and every one of the participants emotionally.The relationship of yuri and victor as a teacher and his student was absolutely beatufiul and so strong,and here is where i wanna comment about this anime being called yaoi.As someone who has watched hardcore yaoi before,i didn’t find this the typical yaoi material and thats a good thing!Ofcourse as a yaoi fan i ship victuuri ,but honestly,victuuri more than yaoi material,the relationship is extremely pure.Why? because victor got attached to both of his student emotionally and sacrificed his carreer to see his student suceed,thats love.Victor was all flirtly with yuri and seduction totally runs in his personality.Victor knowing that he is yuri’s idol,he played every one of his seduction cards to get yuri DOWN ON HIS KNEES(to suck his cock)!!*naah being a yaoi fan again* ........ to get yuri:where he belongs.I found this important to say that Yuri On Ice is not Yaoi on ice because i think the guys in the anime fandom are absolutely exaggerrating TOO MUCH  about how gay this anime is and i want them  to take a closer look at how beautiful the relationship development is.Sure we yaoi fans would’ve made this anime yaoi even if some of the romantic scenes were not there,but there is just so much to learn about love and companionship from Victuuri.Victor was yuri’s guardian angel,God came down to help this boy get up,THAT was Victor.But the way fate and feelings were brought upon Victor and Yuri to color their black and white lives was very realistic and magical.And that is something,we dont get to see in this “Netflix and Chill” era.

The anime opening and endings are just... THE BEST ANIME OPENING AND ENDING EVER!!Since 2013 i was waiting for anime to bring edm in it!Well as a viewer of anime for a long time ofc i love and approve of j rock but edm truely adds the element of excitement in the anime and yuri on ice executed it to perfection.The opening song is just inspiring and salutes the heroes and talents of this generations and encopurages them to keep dreaming,keep believing.I dont at all think crunchyroll exaggerrated with giving the awards to yuri on ice at all.After the anime and oing a little research,to see that the production team played so much attention to figure skaters around the around,took inspirations from real life atheletes and picked the character’s facial struggles from real life actors,atheletes and reporters too,yet coming up with an absolutely original story,ALL OF THAT MUST BE AWARDED..its a very pure anime,and most imporatntly ITS VERY REAL and thats whats important.No outdated phones this time but legit smartphones and for the first time i got to see g-mail and social media beginning talked about in an anime,thank u lord.Japan has finally come out of its fantasy world for once and have us something very modern,very new,veryINSTAGRAM,very 2016.THEREFORE...YURI ON ICE WAS CLEARLY BORN TO MAKE HISTORY!!

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies,

Another fic... This time its a Beetlejuice x reader. Actually i was planning on a quick drabble but got sucked into it. 😅

Reader is coming out as not-straight to Beetlejuice. Either bisexual, lesbian, asexual, tanssexual, pansexual, aromantic, gender-neutral (or any i've missed)...

Any 🏳️‍🌈single one of you... i love you and you are valid as hell. 💕

Thanx for reading. Hope you enjoy.

@paxenera @demonwifey @hoodoo12 @ironmansuucks @stranger-strings @vicunaburger

You were lounging on the couch with your favorite ghost-with-the-most, laying on your back with your head on his thigh as he gleefully chatted about the last scare he gave Lydia 10 minutes ago. You chuckled as Beetlejuice tried to reproduce the scream of terror Lydia had made when he jumped out of her mirror. Again. For the 4th time this week.

The vibe was relaxed and happy, his hair was vibrating-neon-green because of the joy he just had pulling a scare on Lyds. Sometimes you felt pity for the goth teen, but then figured that she would get back to him the same way soon enough. It was often only a matter of time untill she figured out a plan to scare him back.

A smile creeping up your face as you praised yourself lucky to be part of this loving odd family.

As Beetlejuice stopped talking, you noticed him looking at you as you were laying on his lap. His eyes narrowing as he thoughtfully scratched his scruff. You got uncomfortable at his stare so you blurted out: "wha-... whatsup BeeJ...? Do i have someting between my teeth again?" He rolled his eyes saying: "No babes. You look as pretty as always... its just... you dont have the mood-ring-hair-awesomeness going on like me. But i can tell that you're upset about something lately."

You took a deep breath. Of course Beetlejuice would notice. He was your best pall.

"Yeah... i uhm... did some thinking recently and erhmmm..."

He was looking at you with kind eyes as you stuttered through your scetence. "I... want to tell you BeeJ, i just can't... quite... say it."

Beetlejuice nodded quickly, understanding where you were coming from. Far too many people could hear you around the house right now.

His eyes glinsetered and his while body perked up, smile forming on his lips as he started to yell at the top of his lungs: "Hey Babs...?! Uhmm....I think i set the stove on fire AGAIN!!!" He winked at you and clipped his fingers, wicked smile on his face as even more neon green appeared in his hair.

Whitin seconds you heared everyone running through the house towards the kitchen, a swearing Charles rushed past the living room first, with a fire extinguisher in hand. Lydia right behind him, scolding Beetlejuice as she ran after her dad. Barbara and adam following suit trying to calm Charles and Lydia down. Delia followed quickly behind mumbling something about bad karma, also rushing towards the kitchen.

Your eyes went wide as you looked at the demon you were still lounging on. His eyes smirking as much as his mouth did, and you smacked his arm. "Ouch! Hey!! Gimme a break babes... i got you some nice and quiet talking-time!" beetlejuice defended himself.

"Yeah... well... you could have just poofed us away youknow?" you mumbled, but had to laugh at his antics anyway. A smirk was creeping up his face as he hummed: "Its more fun this way! Now... im all ears doll... you were saying?"

You sat up next to him and pulled your legs under you, so you were sitting cross-legged beside him. He was once again looking at you intently.

"Well... the thing is... i think i... might not... be... straight?" you winced a bit at your own words. Watching his face closely, expecting him to do the same. He never did. Instead he frowned a bit as he started to speak: "Babes... you do realise that i am literally attracted to every human being, regardless of whats in their pants... right?" You nodded. "Then you do know that that shit is NOT what makes you less then the awesome breather you are."

You felt tears pickling behind your eyes as he said so. Swallowing thickly at his kind words. "If you ever want to talk to me about how you feel, im here for you babes. And i am the last demon around thats going to judge you.... Besides...." he clipped his fingers again. Bouncing with excitement as he did so. The green smokenaround you dissapeared you were both wrapped between a rainbow flag together. "...we are both KILLING the rainbow look, babes." You chuckled, feeling happy and relieved your bffff foverever accepted and supported you.

He went to lay his scruffy cheek on your shoulder as he tugged the rainbow flag closer around his shoulders, getting comfortable next to you. He purred softly: "... now... tell me all about it babes... im listening."

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies,

I wrote a Dewey Finn/reader fanfic again.

Bare with me... its LONG. Also angst ahead, followed by our fluffy rock-god, who is too sweet for this world 😍.

The reader has a panic-attack and dewey is there to save the day.

Hope you enjoy. 💕 Lots of love.

High anxiety.

You sat on the floor of your living room. Shaking. Breathing heavily, said breath squeeking with each breath as you inhaled. Dread and panic settling in your chest as you wrapped your arms around yourself in an attempt to get your shit together. You felt your breaths getting shorter. Havier. And you felt the panic in your chest rising.

It had been a while since your last panic attack. A part of you was glad that your boyfriend wasnt home right now. It would be pathetic if Dewey saw you like this. Another part of you however, was getting even more fear since he wasnt home with you.

You knew Dewey for years, and since the years of friendship you two had shared, before tumbling into a relationship, he knew just what to do to help you calm down during said panic attacks.

You felt your heart clenching at the thought of him helping you each time you suffered like this, feeling even more helpless since he wasnt home with you.

Between shallow squeeking breaths and your racing heartbeat you sobbed. Tears streaming down your face in sheer panic. Feeling incredibly alone and scared you hyperventilated even more. Knowing it would be a while untill Dewey would come home, since it was only 12am. And he had to teach the kids untill 3.

"Wel... fuck fuck fuckerdy fuck..."

You felt so stupid, worthless, scared, sad and really REALLY anxious. You closed your eyes and pulled your knees towards your chest, as a pile of panic on the floor. Still crying and hyperventilating you managed to grab your phone as you texted Dewey, with shaking hands typing the message: 'panic' as you struggled to send the message through your blurred vision if tears and shaking nerves.

"Please read my text. Please read my text. I need you Dew-drop."

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Dewey drove so fast he just knew he was gonna get in trouble for it. However, he didn't have a single fuck to give right now. When he saw your text he practically ran out the classroom, shouting to the kids he had to go home and tell summer to get miss Mullens in the meantime.

Dewey's mind was clouded with worry as he raced home to you.

He was glad that you thought about texting him before your attack got worse... if you waited too long doing he knew you wouldnt be capable of doing so. He anxiously watched the time... still 3 more minutes. He hoped you were doing okay...

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It felt like you were sitting on the floor for hours. Sobbing violently, now full on hyperventilating. Your face wet from the tears. Your vision blurry from the tears and the hyperventilating was starting to make you see black spots everywhere you looked.

At this the heaviness of your chest only grew, and you felt your panic starting to rise even more.

You closed your eyes, pulling your head between your knees in a last attempt to make yourself calmer. The only thought repeating in your brain was: "deweydeweydeweydewey..."

As you sat at the floor, in full on panic mode you didnt realise Dewey rushing through the front door, his eyes growing wild in terror as he saw your helpless form sitting on the floor. He had to remind himself to breath calmly himself... deciding that he needed to be calm and assuring in this situation. Instead of stressing his ass off. He ran a hand trough his hair, collecting himself for your sake, as he walked calmly towards you.

Your had eyes still closed tightly, clinging your own knees so hard it turned your knuckels white, with your head still pressed firmly between them. Blocking the outside world. Your breathing was a mess, squeeking and uneven and all over the place.

Dewey was slowly coming closer to you, his worry grew each time you took in a high pitched fast breath. He was calculating every step he made towards you, the last thing he wanted was to scare you even more.

He figured sneaking up at you like this wouldnt do you any good, but you haven't seen or heard him approach you yet. So he decided that the first thing to do was to make you notice that he was there with you, that you didnt had to face this alone.

He started crouching down so he was leveling with you as he slowly started to hum a song.

Through your ragged short breaths you distantly heard someting, something other than your own sobs. Your ears perked up slightly, trying to focus on the sound instead of the feeling of panic that was heavy in your chest. You slowly started to recognise the song that you heard. It was the first song that Dewey ever played for you on his guitar.

You opened your eyes, your head hesitantly moving up. Anxiety and panic still as heavy as your breathing.

You looked upward and saw the concerned face of Dewey. Your Dewey. Your breath still squeaking, it took you a lot of efford to focus on him. But just seeing Dewey grounded you a bit.

He spoke with the softest calmest voice he could manage: "Hey sweetheart, you back with me? Keep your eyes on me, okay love? Can you do that for me? Just look at me and focus on my voice. Your doing great. Your gonna be fine sweetheart. Im here with you, your not alone."

You conintued to look at him. Relieved that Dewey was with you now.

"Thats it love. Keep those pretty eyes on me. I am gonna move closer to you, is that okay?" It took you all your willpower to nod once. He smiled at that, glad you showed him you heard him.

He scooted closer to you, as he kept lulling in his soft voice: "thats it sweetheart. Your doing great y/n, just focus on my voice. Keep looking at me sweetheart.

As he reached the point across you he carefully touched your knees, making sure you were okay with him doing so. Holding intense eye contact to notice the slightest bit of worry on your face as he touched you.The said worry on your face never came.

Still hyperventilating you noticed his hand laying sofly on your knee. He was still staring intently at you, his eyes were calm and assuring. He asked: "is this okay love? Is it okay if i touch you?" Again it took you all the willpower you had to nod at him. He smiled a bit at that. He knew from previous attacks that telling you what he was doing helped you with your anxiety.

Dewey very gently moved his other hand on your knee too. And started to move them up and down in a soothing way. All the while speaking: "Your doing great sweetheart. Im here with you. Just focus on the sound of my voice, keep your pretty eyes on me and feel my hands on your knees. Your gonna be okay. Breath with me love. Breath in. Breath out. Thats it, your rocking it. In with me. Out with me..."

You breathed in and out with dewey together. You felt the fog in your mind clearing at his voice and the pressure on your chest was becoming less heavy with each stroke on your knee. Your breathing gently slowing down bit by bit.

Dewey noticed this and beamed at you, moving closer untill he could properly hold you.

The sight alone made your heart flutter, and you managed to smile a tiny smile back at him, as you welcomed his embrace. Still unable to move you two sat on the floor for a while. Dewey proceeded to guide your breathing and his voice and presence literally banned your anxiety slowly. "Thats it love. In.... Out.... in.... out...."

As minutes had passed and your breathing was back to normal you managed to scoot even closer to him, cuddling in his safe embrace.

He hold you tight in his arms, humming as he did so. You sighed, as he rocked your body back and forward... his voice humming your thoughts away. You were surrounded by the comfort and love Dewey provided. You inhaled deeply trough your nose, the scent of dewey making you feel safe. He smelled like cinnamon, coffee, and a little bit of sweat combined with... tea tree oil...? He must have used your shampoo this morning. You couldnt supress a smile creeping up your face. Gosh, you loved that man.

Dewey noticed your slight smile appearing, followed by some tears rolling down your cheeck. Your emotions crashing in with full force, you just realized Dewey had come home early... just because you had a stupid panic attack. You mumbled in the crook of his neck: "im sorry Dew... im so sorry..."

Deweys mind worked fast at this. The chance of you panicking again closing in, and he knew he had to stop it. Fast.

You were in the middle of mumbling apologies as you felt a hand stroking your hair, and calloused fingers wiping your tears away as Dewey pecked every inch of your tear-stained face. He tried to speak while kissing you: "sweetheart *kiss* not *kiss* your *kiss* fault *kiss*...."

You chuckled at his attempt to kiss and talk at the same time. His scruff tickeling your face with each kiss.

He pulled away from pecking your face slighty to look you in the eyes and stroke your cheeck as he spoke:

"Y/n... love... dont say that. Its okay. Im here. I always will be here. Its not your fault, you did a good job texting me before it got worse. Your doing great. Your gonna be okay now. I love you SO much..." To prove his piont he kissed your nose.

You nodded. Smiling and knowing you had the BEST boyfriend ever.

He pulled you even closer to him, you were almost sitting on his lap now. His strong arms holding onto your waist, as he lulled in your ear:

"Should i draw you a bath, love? It might be good for your tense muscles... I'll even put your favorite oil in it for you..." he sing-songed the last scentence and you snorted at that.

He chuckled as well, glad he'd made you laugh.

You felt him moving to get up, but you tensed at this whispering: "Dew...."

His hand now slowly moving his way across your belly as he replied: "hmmm?"

You whispered with a shaky voice: "would you... do you mind... uhm..."

Deweys thumb moved tiny circles around your belly button as he kissed your neck softly: "I'm coming with you if you like that... you don't have to be alone now... no worries, okay?"

You nodded again. Dewey helped you on your feet and held your hand as you two walked the stairs.

You stripped down your clothes as Dewey prepared the perfect bath for you both. He slipped in first, and you rested against his torso in the tub. His chin resting on your head, and his armes wrapped around your waist. You felt the falling and rising of his chest behind you calming you even more. You closed your eyes, reveling in the moment before you broke the silence: "Thankyou Dewey.... i love you"

After pressing a kiss on the top of your hair he replied: "Anytime sweetheart, i love you too."

You shifted lightly is his grasp, turning so you were with your head on his chest now, his grip around you never leaving. He started to comb his hands trough your hair while humming softly into your ear.

And at that moment, you felt calm and safe in Dewey's embrace.