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mehidktbh · 2 years

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Could you do something for Alejandro, Soap and Ghost with them marrying a business women? I can just imagine them being fed up with there s/o always being a work or doing work even at home.

Thank you lots, remember to take a break! 💋

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader, John “Soap” Mactavish x Fem!Reader and Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader (Separate)

Warning: Suggestive themes, mentions of insomnia, some war/military mentions, reader over workers herself a bit?, swearing? but it's all fluff :)

A/N: Thanks a ton for requesting! Sorry my requests are taking so long to do there’s a whole bunch in my inbox rn and I’m stunned by it. Hopefully, I’ll get through half of them by this week!

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

- At first, Simon doesn't mind the idea of you working, he sees it as an opportunity or you to spend your time while he's away. He's excited when you first call him while he is away to practically vent to him all about your new job.

- He may be a bit nervous after some time, he realises that he can't protect you while he's away. Before when you were alone at the house while he was away he had no trouble being confident you were okay but now he feels scared all of a sudden.

- Simon doesn't get the opportunity to call you every single time and have a nice long conversation so when you guys do finally call he's mostly asking you about your job.

- Asking you questions about the place and if anything sketchy has happened or you feel as if you're being stalked. He knows that once an enemy has their eyes on you there's a chance they'll follow you everywhere. Even to your workplace.

- After coming home after what seems like forever he can't seem to find you home, the house empty and cleaned before you left. A dull scent of your presence still lingers. And he'll call you worried sick only to hear your tired and flat tone on the other line reassuring him that you're just at work.

- But trust me the second you arrive home Simon is in your arms hugging you tighter than you can breathe. His arms came around to hug your chest and just below your skirt. He can't believe you're well and to see you after all these days he can't help but instantly want you in his arms.

- He might question your tiredness at first, seeing the bags under your eyes and your slight smile is different to when you used to greet him with a smile and squeal. But now you stand there slouched over in a sweaty bottom-up top with a skirt to go with it, a professional look he never thought he'd catch you in.

- You instantly know that Simon is going to give you the best night ever, whatever you want him to do he's there for you. If you want to relax and take a shower/bath before going to bed he's all in. Or if you want some sweet loving from him he's going to give you his all, all night he wants nothing but to hear your sweet moans.

- After all that you guys are snuggled up together, his veiny arms aren't going to let you go the whole night until you've got your proper sleep. And yes he will still hold down even against your protests

John “Soap” Mactavish:

- Let's just say that you met Soap around the same time you still had your business job, whether it's in a building or working outside with others he's interested in what you do. Asking you a ton of questions and how everyone treats you.

- John in my opinion someone who can trust you a bit more, he's totally fine with you having a job and he knows you won't cheat or take it as a way to do stuff behind his back.

- But trust me John is just as clingy as Ghost, he'll be calling from home or work saying how much he misses you. He may catch you between breaks or when you're whispering among people, he just wants to hear your sweet voice.

- He may or may not even like the little things like seeing you take pictures of you doing stuff around your work. If you work in an office he loves it when you take photos of you in cute poses or a dog you saw someone walking from beside your window. He may even send some in return <3

- But even if you ever thought work was too tiring or hard on you John is right behind you the second you step through the threshold. Sweet talking to you and telling you if you need anything, kissing your cheek and holding you in his embrace.

- Just like Ghost John is there for you too and at your command, telling you to take your heels/shoes off and giving you a nice massage. You know that guy would hold you while watching TV, one hand tracing shapes into your bare skin or tights/stockings you wear around your legs.

- He also wouldn't deny that you look damn sexy in your work clothes, the way your professional and formal attire just makes him drool. He's there in the kitchen when you're cooking still in your work clothes as he slowly begins to rub his hands up and down your body.

- Hopefully, you're prepared for some snarky comments when you're around him and you won't lie when you say how you feel his hands hiking up your skirt as you fall asleep on the couch with him watching TV.

- But you bet your ass he's there to push you back down onto the bed or couch, telling you to stop and scolding you when you try to move. Only does he let you go when you need to but other than that I hope you love how needy he is, promising he'll make you relax and that you're in good hands.

Alejandro Vargas:

- Well Alejandro can be a bit iffy about your job at first, sure he loves that you have something to do while he's away but he can't help but feel anxious every time.

- Alejandro is someone who is well private and likes to keep his behind-the-scenes stuff secret, he doesn't tell anyone from the military about you or his family. He only wants what's best for you and knowing that you have a target on your head makes him sick to his stomach.

- Alejandro constantly calls you while you are at work or gets someone else to check up on you. (Mainly Rudy) He wants everything under control and just like Soap, he loves when you send him texts throughout the day.

- Even if it's a simple "Hi" or "Miss you" he's happy, sending a well-prepared paragraph back on how he replies and how much me misses you. And you know he sends those selfies of him on his workday! Muscular veiny arms as he grips the phone barely seen from the corner of his screen or a different one with him and someone else posing. He probably doesn't tell that person it's going to you

- He also sends you reminders throughout the day to stay hydrated or have a break, sweet talking you and putting those nicknames that make you smile.

- When you get home it's a whole different story... He's waiting on the couch or nearby in a different room, waiting to hear that specific jingle of keys before he's speedwalking to the door. The second he sees you everything is lifted off your shoulders, and any work stuff is thrown out the window.

- He reminds you constantly to forget about work and instead try to do something else. Cooking you a nutritious meal or running you a nice cooling bath so the two of you can lay on top of each other. He might even hum you a tune if he's in a good mood.

- Alejandro will hear you out on anything you have to say and he's more than happy to tell you about his day too, just leaving out the gruesome parts. He will run his hands through your hair or snuggle against you on the bed as he lets you talk away.

- Overall you may have a 50/50 per cent chance of actually leaving in the morning because let's be honest he doesn't let you leave or you 'accidentally' missed your alarm. But we all know the night before he's watching you sleep before grabbing your phone off the bedside table to put it on silent. Not to mention denying all calls from your boss before huffing back into your embrace, swearing to himself that if he calls again he'll give him a piece of his mind

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thiserichann · 3 years

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cookies and cream - lee jeno

reader x jeno

genre: smut, strangers to fuck buddies, humor if you squint hard enough

word count: 4k-ish

warnings: recklessness (she met with a stranger online, don’t do it kids) excessive lying, 18+ scenes that includes: oral (f receiving) face riding, soft dom!jeno?

This is merely a work of fiction and is not meant to hurt the image of Jeno and NCT. Again, don’t be as reckless as OP. This was just a fantasy of mine that I’ve been dying to get out of my system.

Holy fuck.

That's the only word that you've managed to utter when you decided to check your messages that morning.

You got bored in the middle of the class and decided to sneak a peek on your phone to pass the time. The class is recorded anyways so you can always just go back to the parts of the lessons that you've missed.

But holy fuck.

You never expected to see THAT so early in the morning.

"Miss Y/N?"

You snapped back to reality and stopped malfunctioning for a second when somebody called your name. Everyone including your professor remained quiet and all eyes are on you.

"Oh. Sir what’s the question again?"

You answered nervously as you tried to review your notes and backtrack on what he is discussing a few moments ago.

"I see that you're distracted in the middle of my class again. Mind sharing what you're occupied with?"

"Uhm. I was watching KPOP fancams, sir."

"Fancams won't get you into law school, Miss Y/N. Phones off please."

You tucked your phone back to your pocket and never picked it up again since. The professor started blabbering again but no information is being retained on your head. It stayed that way at your other classes.

You wished you were looking at some KPOP fancams earlier. You’ve watched fancams at class before and got away with it unscathed.

Oh no. It was a goddamn dick pic.

A good one, too.

It was from a guy that you met in a kink site a few days ago. You created the account out of boredom and expected nothing to come out from it. It’s all the flirting and sexting without all the unnecessary commitment

It only took you a few minutes to set up an account. For some privacy, you made a random birthdate and a random nickname, because like hell would you share your real information to these people. You also picked a racy picture of a lady that looked a bit like you and passed it off as your own.

Within minutes, your inbox is flooded with messages. Most of them, however, are from men who are old enough to be your father.

Well, you were bored, so you entertained everyone and then went on back to your boring, vanilla life. A few political history and theory books later, you went back to see which ones messaged you on the site.

And that's where you've met him.

The most gorgeous piece of meat alive.

He seems like a nice guy. He introduced himself as LJ and your age aren’t that far off from each other. LJ is the only one who actually engaged in conversation besides "want to fuck?" or "are you horny?"

As soon as you started messaging back and forth, you scrolled on his profile to see what he looks like. The only thing is, his profile looked a whole lot like those high fashion male underwear photoshoots.

It was an array topless pictures (presumably his, you just can’t be bothered to check if it is actually his). It featured his sculpted abs and biceps, cropped up all the way to his full lips. Despite not seeing his whole face, you knew very well that he’s a hunk. To say you were intrigued is an understatement.

Since then, you've been talking back and forth through Snapchat (your secret one because you're not stupid) and sent him actual pictures of yourself, completely omitting the face. You took one from your bed, your bathtub, and probably every part of your house that you felt is sexy enough to be included on the pics.

You can't tell him if it's him or the repressed sexual urges finally manifesting itself after more than a year of not getting laid, but every text to and from him made your heart race. It was something that you looked forward to every hour everyday.

Hours went by that you totally forgot leaving him on read. You climbed up to your bed to rest your back to the headboard and opened your unread messages.

You: Hey svlr. School stuff.

He opened the chat and started typing right away.

LJ: Oh good. I thought I did something wrong to upset you.

You: Not at all. I loved the pic by the way. It literally knocked my socks off.

LJ: Just the socks?

You: You can take the rest of it off yourself ;)

You scoffed. The flirty banter has always been there ever since you started talking but nothing really came out of it.

LJ: If only I could :(

You: I know. Covid’s a bitch.

You set your phone aside for a second to go to the bathroom. On your way, you picked up some snacks at the fridge and sat back down to your bed, only to find your phone blowing up.

LJ: If you're down maybe we could meet

LJ: It's totally fine if you don't want to

LJ: I just made it weird, didn't I?

LJ: I'm so sorry I brought it up in the first place

LJ: I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable

LJ: Hello?

LJ: I'm really sorry

You: Chill. I'm right here

You: I just went to the bathroom

LJ: Oh

You: I'd be lying if I said I don't want to meet you as well

You: Well... I wouldn't write off the idea

You: But with the Covid

LJ: Thoughts?

You: I don't think it's a great idea

The screen says Seen right at the bottom but it took him a couple more minutes before finally replying.

LJ: I understand

LJ: But in case you change your mind, I'll leave the time and place up to you

LJ: I’ll take care of the rest

LJ: Deal?

You: I'll sleep on it.

You: Speaking of sleep, I gotta go. Morning class.

LJ: Okay. I guess this is good night then

You didn't, in fact, talk to him the day after.

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't want to see him and his abs in real life. But as someone who overthinks a lot, you just can't shake off the risk.

You: Good night. Talk to you tomorrow.

What if he's not really the guy in the pics? Or he’s psycho in real life? What if he's infected the virus?

You sighed.

Why must some global pandemic ruin your sex life?

You waited until the end of the day before you finally replied to LJ. The last thing that he texted was a brief good morning from earlier in the day and nothing else. He’s actually a pretty sweet guy, totally not worth ghosting, and you actually liked talking to him as a friend that you can share your sentiments with.

With your guilt finally eating you up, you took a break from your assigned readings and sat back at your bed to rest for the day. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a minute, thinking of something to say to him. It took you a few tries before finally hitting the send button.

You: So, I thought about it

LJ: And?

You: I need to know I can trust you

LJ: Okay. How?

You: I don’t know. Send me a proof that you’re real. Get tested?

You: Is that fine with you?

Within a split second, he sent his reply.

He actually did it.

You couldn’t believe it but he actually did it.

LJ: Consider it done.

He got tested for physical, including the virus test, and passed with flying colors. He even sent you a vid of him inside a medical clinic.

He just sent the uncensored results this morning where you can clearly see his real name.

Lee Jeno.

LJ.

Seems legit.

Well, the uncreative nickname shouldn’t matter now because the results meant only one thing.

You’re gonna have to push through with your promise.

You got ready around noon that day. You can’t remember the last time that you actually got ready to meet someone that’s not a delivery guy or a relative passing on something to your family.

As someone who overthinks a lot, you actually got everything covered. You picked a place near a restaurant to eat. The police station is just a few blocks away just in case something happens, and right in front of a library…

“Where’re are you off to?”

You raised your backpack to show to your mother.

“I’m off to the library. I needed to get these renewed. Maybe pick up a novel or two.”

She looks at you from head to toe, eyeing that incredibly loose hoodie, faded denim jeans, some worn out sneakers that looked like it’s supposed to be thrown away years ago and a medical mask that covers about ¾ of your bare face. It’s just your usual attire whenever you go out for errands.

She just nodded and went back to watching her favorite soap opera.

“It’s nice that you’re out of your room for once. Take some cookies from the kitchen so you’ll have something to eat in case you get hungry.”

… as an alibi to get away from your strict parents.

As soon as you left the door and made sure that you’re out of sight, you found the nearest public toilet and grabbed a whole other outfit from your backpack. The hoodie is replaced by a white, ruffled see-through blouse and you ditched the jeans for a tight skirt that’s at least four inches above your knees. You tousled your hair a little bit and put on some powder and tiny hint of lipstick before putting your facemask back on again.

It’s been a while since you’ve done an elaborate scheme like this. Your skills got a little bit rusty, but they always work.

Sometimes you wonder if you’re really meant to be lawyer or a criminal instead.

You stepped out of the toilet and blended right back into society.

Now all you have to do is find wherever the hell LJ is.

Jeno sat anxiously as he waited for you right inside the café. He’s on his fourth cup of coffee but it didn’t do anything to calm his nerves down (geez I wonder why).

You: I’m almost at the café.

He’s been staring at his phone the whole time. Once he received your message, which is a pic of you in the bathroom after the outfit change, he almost choked on his drink.

This message sent him on a panic as he turned his camera on to see how he looked. He did some minor adjustments to his hair and he wiped off his eyeglasses clean with the sleeves of his hoodie (which did nothing for him by the way) and then casually sat down and played it off cool like he hasn’t been waiting for you for over an hour.

On your perspective, you walked inside the café and looked around for LJ. Fortunately, there was only guy inside the café, twiddling with his phone on his hands and as he kept on peeking through the glass windows as if he’s looking for someone.

From afar, he actually looked really cute. His appearance, a shy, nerdy dude with glasses, looked way off from the fuckboy image that you expected him to have in reference to the messages that you’ve been getting from him.

It’s always the quiet ones that are kinky. You should know, you are one.

You walked over to his table and tapped his shoulders to get his attention.

He froze for a moment before he finally managed to turn around and face you.

“You’re actually here.”

“I know. I’m just as surprised as you are.”

tap tap tap tap

The room is so quiet that the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heels tapping against the tiled floor. You can say that that is one of your observable annoying habits tapping your foot on the floor when you're a nervous wreck.

Sighing in retaliation, you removed your hoodie, fanning yourself as you tried to relax and get comfy on the hotel couch (which should be comfortable enough since you paid a shit ton of money on that room), switching the TV on to get your mind off of things. The lackluster array of shitty sitcoms didn’t distract you at all, but it instead reminded you of the reasons why you’re in that room in the first place.

Having nothing to do to pass the time, you paced back and forth in the room, finally sitting down once you realized that it looks way worse than you just tapping your foot. You folded your arms right across your chest, looking at the watch from time to time but the hands of the clock seem to be moving slower the more you stare at it.

Quarantine started almost a year ago and it's been very hard for you. Sexually. It's been almost a year since you've been touched by a man and you’re more than ready to jump on anyone’s dick at any this point,

Too bad that that dick is taking his sweet time in the bathroom.

tap tap tap tap

Your foot found its rhythm once again, only this time, you’re not nervous anymore. Your patience is wearing thin.

As if summoned by the constant tapping, the guy comes out of the bathroom, just casually drying himself while wearing nothing but the towel dangerously hanging on his waist and a boyish smile on his lips.

No biggie.

"Hey."

Suddenly, you’re not tapping anymore.

Head empty, just thoughts of a hot guy patting down a towel all over his toned body.

“I hope I didn’t make you wait for too long.”

He spoke, tossing aside the towel on his hands on the sofa, finally giving you a full view of him and all his glory.

You must admit, you’re skeptical at first. The guy that’s been sending you faceless thirst traps just days ago, telling you how he’d fuck you senseless looked a lot different from the guy who entered the hotel room just a moment ago.

He came in wearing those black oversized hoodies that did a great job in hiding his best features. His hair was a bit long for your taste, covering half of his face while the face mask hid the other.

But this man right here in front you, he’s Adonis.

You unconsciously bit your lower lip, earning a chuckle from the guy.

“I’m guessing that you’d like to start now?”

You nodded, the tension and awkwardness rendering you unable to speak.

He smiles as he takes the remote from you, turning off the television because the main show is about to start.

You started to tense up again, eyes wide as you realized that he’s now right beside you, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he sat down. He leans over, soft lips coming into contact with your exposed neck and shoulders, landing small pecks all over.

You sat there breathless as he slowly ran his fingers to the side of your thighs, tracing circles at it while giving small, reassuring kisses on your neck and shoulders. It’s as if he’s asking you for your consent, waiting for you to open up to him before he makes a move.

He got his answer when you turned around to face him, running your fingers into his cheeks before cupping his face, your lips finally touching his. He moved in the same pace as earlier, slow and calculating. You got a bit impatient once again, biting his lower lips gently to let him know that he can do more.

He grabbed you by the waist and successfully placed you on top of him. The kiss got even more sloppy as you ran your hands through nape, then into his soft locks. His hands travelled once again, finger running through legs again, stopping as soon as he reached the hem of your skirt, flipping it up to reveal the thin lace material that barely covered your core. You took that as initiative to remove the towel on his waist and grinded against his growing member, the friction and heat enough to earn a groan out of him.

He held your waist once again, firmly this time, halting your movement completely.

You broke away from the kiss, staring him in the eyes to read his face.

“Something wrong?”

“Hold tight.”

You were about to ask about what hold tight mean, but your arms cling unto him involuntarily as he lifts the both of you out of the sofa.

Jeno laid you gently in the bed, making sure not to break eye contact as he does so. He looked like he's about to eat you alive, which is enough to send flush to your cheeks.

“I would’ve loved to bend you over that sofa, but I think it’s just proper that our first time will be on the bed.”

"God. You're beautiful."

He then ran his fingers towards the thin fabric of your blouse, feeling every part of your torso like he's memorizing every detail of it. His hands then travelled in your chest, squeezing the swell of your breasts on each hand, fingers shaking as he does so. It felt like an artist admiring his delicate work of art.

He situated himself between your legs, taking a moment to admire you first before doing anything else.

He started to run his hand on your cleavage and stopped on the uppermost button of your blouse, taking his time to remove all of them and placing a kisses at the exposed skin. After all of the buttons are taken care of, you lifted your body up and slid off the fabric. Your black lacy bra finally made its appearance. You took the liberty of taking that off too, as slow and as you possibly can.

Jeno just stared at your body in awe, breathing heavily as his eyes scanned your naked glory.

"Gorgeous."

He said under this breath before leaning down to claim your lips once again. You're turned on by how much attention he's giving your body now. You're usually loud in bed but his gestures are making you bashful. You've never felt this beautiful before.

You can feel his hands trembling as it travels all over your body, his kisses getting even more needy. There was moans of satisfaction every time he would lick your lips. Jeno was kissing you like you were oxygen and he needed to breath.

His hands travelled south, running across your thigh and your now aching core. You're about to remove your skirt and underwear but he stopped your hands midway.

"Keep it."

He took your hands away from your skirt and placed them just above your head.

"Just sit there and relax baby. Let me treat you."

You did just like he told you and gave him full control of your body.

"Good girl."

His lips brushed your ears, whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful you are under him. His kisses then went down to your neck, using his tongue and teeth, marking everything he can get his mouth on with his saliva. Meanwhile, his hands finally touched you down there, massaging your still clothed wetness.

His middle and index finger felt your slit, moving it in swift motion in search for your clit.

"Oh my god. That's it."

You gasped as his fingers finally hit the right spot, tossing your head back as his fingers made circles at your bundle or nerves.

You opened your legs more, leaning on your arms on your back, head tossed back and eyes closed as you feel your impending orgasm.

He dipped his hand inside your underwear and collected some of your essence with his fingers. The mental picture of him licking his fingers deliciously is enough to get you off for weeks.

It didn't take long before he took your panties off and his ducked his head down. He opened your legs once again and licked one long stripe on your core, making sure to taste all of you. You sat there and watch as he hungrily takes all of you in his mouth, acting like your pussy is a full course meal and he's been starving for years.

Within moments, you've become a moaning, toe curled mess. You ran your fingers to his blonde hair, guiding him on how to move his tongue and fingers on you. At one point, he bit some of your sensitive skin, making you scream a string of curses under your breath.

"Stop stop stop."

You grab a fistful of his hair and he paused from what he was doing. You pushed him gently away from you, leaving him staring at you confusedly. The confusion didn't last long when you flipped your current position, you're now on top.

"Can I ride your face?"

At this point, you're bold and horny enough to use your words and ask him. He just nodded, sliding himself from underneath you and went back to eating you like a champ. You grabbed his hands and placed them across your chest, squeezing your breasts to send him a message. He was quick to pick up and followed suit, pinching your nipples right in between fingers while your ride his face to orgasm.

"Shit. I'm coming..."

You writhed from above him as you come undone. Your body felt cold all over. Your eyes are ringing, feeling dizzy as you almost passed out while you bucked your hips a few more times to milk your release.

You didn’t have time to recover when you heard your phone ringing from outside. Your legs felt a little shaky and you almost tumbled and hit your head in the wall if Jeno didn’t help you get up. You sat down on the floor, butt-ass naked as you frantically searched for your phone from under all of your stuff before you finally pressed the answer button.

“Yes mom?”

“Where have you been? Your father’s been looking for you at the library. He’s picking you up on your way home.”

You buried your head on the couch to shake off the buzzing feeling on your head. You placed a pillow on your body while you searched for your discarded clothes all over the hotel room.

“Oh yeah. I went to the café and got something to eat. Tell Dad I’ll meet him outside the library.”

“Okay sweetie. Can you pick up some groceries on your way back? I’ll text you the list.”

“Yeah mom. Bye.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as you started putting on the outfit that you wore when you left home.

“Where are you going?”

Jeno reluctantly got dressed as well, his shy demeanor came back as soon as he wore his glasses and fixed his hair.

“I got to go, Jeno. I’m sorry that I’m leaving in such a bad time…”

You went over to him and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I promise to make it up to you next time, okay? I’d love to meet you again.”

You grabbed a paper bag from your backpack and handed it to him, waving as you bolted out the door.

After fixing his things, he sat down for a moment and took a quick peek inside the package that you left him.

It was a ziplock bag of full of cookies and a whole other treat.

You left him your two-piece lace lingerie.

To be continued.

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steve0discusses · 6 years

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Yugioh S2 Ep4: How to Go on a Date Without Actually Going on a Date

Ah, summertime! Love is in the air, can’t you feel it?

Well uh...thunderclouds. I guess. It’s ominously pouring rain. It’s as if the show has turned in it’s squeaky swivel chair said to us “look, we’re giving you a date episode...but don’t you be gettin’ any ideas!” and then swiveled right back around to face a blank wall.

I’m sure that they will put in some sort of cute backdrop...eventually.

While mopping the gross purple floor and talking about Joey’s nuts soap opera family.

Y’all did they get reference for this shot? I sure hope so. I sure hope that in some animation studio in Japan, two dudes fumbled together to assemble this particular formation, and then a third dude was like “Perrrrfect, now can you hold that for five minutes for me so I can draw it out?”

(read more under the cut)

So here and now, suddenly inspired by the very romantic tableau of threatening rain and thunder, Yugi sees an opportunity to fill out that bucket list, as it is the end of the world and all. So, he cracks his knuckles, remembers the advice from his Grandfather, wisely decides to forget that advice, and stumbles through the absolute weirdest way to officially ask out the girl you’ve been unofficially dating since you were like 10:

...

Start over.

So...he goes up to Tea...starts asking her out--but then makes it into a blind date with the ghost in his body? Because he’s...concerned about Pharaoh?

OK kid.

It’s just very Muto in that not only does he ask this girl out in the pouring rain, probably hoping for a lightning cue that thankfully never came, but this date can only be done through the medium of a very sad dead guy.

And even Tea wonders “I talk to Pharaoh kind of a lot, what the hell are you going on about?”

But what do you do, girl? Looks like you got stuck on a date trap with a dead dude! At least he has the better butt!

Now, you might say “Rach, he didn’t use the word “date” so this isn’t a date.” but y’all must’ve had a very different high school experience than I, because, unless forced to go to a socially obligatory dance, High Schoolers generally never say “lets go on a date,” they make sneaky date traps.

This is universal, the classic “I REALLY need your help with something I can easily accomplish myself. Meet me at the mall, although we could do this probably right now at school. Don’t bring Joey.”

So, Yugi either has a lot of trust in Pharaoh, or he’s seeing this as a clever way to avoid the actual dating part of dating Tea.

Dude...he’s on to something here. This is an ascended level of friend-zoning. Here I was thinking Yugi was pretty worthless with that puzzle, and then he just BAM unlocks it’s actual, true potential with the ultimate dating dodge. Like, Tea can’t even be mad. He’s on the date even. But also--*not on the date*--gets to enjoy the fun stupid stuff-- *doesn’t have to do any boring stuff*--Goes on a date--*but can’t call it a relationship if it wasn’t hypothetically with yourself* like this actually a pretty great set up and at first I was like wow, what an idiot, and now I’m like 5 paragraphs later and low key jealous I can’t do this Schrödinger's Date nonsense myself.

Anyway, despite how awkward he made it, Yugi is SUPER excited about this date. It’s ALMOST as if he’s going on it himself--which again, he is not. He’s just fretting in a mirror going all “Pharaoh’s gonna freakin love this. I love setting up my friends! Especially when they share the same body as me! Hahaha don’t think about it!”

But apparently Pharaoh was totally sleeping when Yugi was talking to Tea (and probably is whenever Tea shows up, lets be real) because he has no idea that Yugi has done this.

First off--Yugi’s art on the wall.

Ok, glad we all saw it together.

Second off, I love the motif of “kid is going on a date, so he throws everything he owns onto his bed and throws on the other half his closet to make the most ridiculous joke combo” because here it means Pharaoh has to wear the same weird ass outfit.

Y’all I cannot believe this anime is doing this three-way I just cannot. It’s been like a full season building up to it but it still feels VERY sudden.

And, as you know, I have a superpower that makes me immune to shipping, I dunno...maybe it’s because I grew up with the nuts Harry Potter era of ships (freakin Snape/Lily)? Or maybe that I come from the era of Kingdom Hearts-style romance twists (whooo will he eat ice cream with)? I feel like I can’t throw too many rocks at this ship because I know when my house is glass. Especially since I enjoy shows that are bonkers, I’ve seen some weird ass dating stuff that didn’t make me bat an eyelash. I watched Season 2 of Seaquest where at least 2 people accidentally ask out their own Mother. I would double check, but it was so awful Netflix pulled it (or trust me I’d be recapping that show, too)

Personally, I have never wanted to date a ghost but I guarantee other people have thought about it. And, youknow, if it’ll make the 2002-era tweens that were super excited about this ship happy, lets get these kids on a date and get this over with. With the Pharaoh that died at hell knows what age, was reborn so hypothetically you could also argue he’s only like a couple years old, and was mind wiping up until basically a couple weeks ago. Whatever, it’s a new season, he’s a new boy, just, don’t think about it, sit back and enjoy it for what it -- HOLY CRAP

What fake-goth funeral date are you going to here!? Wow. This is...This is a bad choice of clothes! It’s the middle of the day! Other people are in shorts. He is wearing so many chains from his neck, to his bracelets...also he still has that massive bike lock chain on - the one that went through a FIRE.

And does his shoes have freakin studs?

At least neck belt is still here.

I’d say he doubles as a stage tech but with those 7 bangles he’s got on, he would make too much noise. He’d sound like a freakin wind chime.

Anyways, Yugi switches places and Pharaoh freaks the Hell out like he’s been pranked. I wish it were a prank, y’all, I wish it were. But this is actually happening on this television show where the only other legit romance we saw was Pegasus macking a ghost.

MAN ghosts gets a lot of action in this show.

Now, this anime gets a lot of flack, but it does do one thing, and that’s make me appreciate something I forget a lot of the time when I see character designs in pictures rather than in motion. And it’s that that character design’s aesthetic includes physics. Sometimes--like very often in Yugioh--the aesthetic is mostly about those physics and what all these separate pieces do when they move.

In Yugioh, the designs are a hot mess. I can’t say they aren’t. But, there is a reason why he has all those moving bangles--it’s because he holds cards a lot and that’s where is camera is. I guarantee, when jacket comes back it’ll be flowing in the wind 100% of the time. Every single one of Yugi’s weird bangs can sway around like a weather vane.

So, while this looks not great from the get go, by the time you’ve watched Yugioh for a while, it all comes back together somehow. That’s the thing--that’s what Yugioh proves, it’s that no matter how freakin weird and abstract your design is, if it has the right physics, you’ll have a good time, and that’s an aesthetic all in itself that can’t be described in photo caps.

BUT

but

but, it’s still hella fun to roast Yugi for it because like--look what he’s wearing.

First stop on their date: a diner of lies that gave us no anime food. Just some nondescript milkshake. Every time we see a diner and I don’t get to see anime food my heart shrivels a little smaller like the Grinch.

Yo I assumed the neck belt was attached to the belt-shirt before--but I guess not. Oh man was belt shirt a turtleneck the whole time??? A belt TURTLENECK?

Tea decides to pull out her idea. The idea that Yugi asked her to give Pharaoh--that she could have just...given...straight to Yugi...but here it is. Here’s the big Tea idea.

Tea suggests “Listen, you don’t know who you’re going to be, but that’s true of everyone” which kind of ignores destiny and prophecies and the end of the world, but she’s gonna be a dancer, OK? And because Pharaoh hasn’t seen very much of the world, and is as impressionable as a newborn lamb, he just soaks it right up.

And so they decide not to go to the Museum because Pharaoh’s not feeling it. Probably also has a sixth sense that the museum is currently staffed by the most boring Millennium Item.

FYI this is exactly what my local Dave & Busters looks like floor to ceiling. It’s a real disappointment. It has only 1 DDR machine and one off brand DDR machine, unlike this place.

Yugioh has more diversity than most Anime I’ve seen, but it’s still a work in progress. Also, it’s hard to spot but keep an eye out for this guy’s fringe moccasins.

...Someone brought their briefcase to the arcade? Wh...why?

This whole episode is a whole lot of why.

WHAT?

Everyone just kinda watched this go down?

Again, I’ve never actually played DDR at an arcade because it’s always taken by two sweaty high schoolers who are sweating like ALL OVER the handlebars, and I’m just like...I could ask them to move or...I could not touch their sweat? So, long story short, if DDR involves elbowing each other in the face, this is news to me, and I have been missing out.

Long story short, she wins. We actually get to see Tea use her one and only useful skill--dance fighting. We’ll probably never see it again. Glad they gave us a very long narcissistic Tea dancing montage while they were there. Wish it was done to ska, but you can’t have everything.

And right when this settles into a romantic sunset I start to worry because we’re getting VERY close to a non-vague situation. The show senses this too and just, out of no where, pulls any distraction to get them away from said sunset.

Y’all how do you even manage to draw a spike mullet with dreads?

And here we all thought we’d get through this episode without cards!

JK, you were absolutely right for thinking that.

In her defense, he did try to elbow jab her in the head.

Anyways, after seeing Tea tear through Johnny Steps, Pharaoh feels like maybe he can handle whatever crazy thing happened to him 5000 years ago. He decides “Lets go recklessly open that Pandora’s box!”

I just noticed his second belt has a fanny pack on the butt for his cards.

Well, that was...still vague somehow. Good. Got me worried there for a second.

Next week, on Yugioh:

Bets on how long it takes for the show to never mention this date again and immediately forget these two were an item, I’m betting at the very beginning of the next episode? Are we going to get the same exposition but for the second time--will I even have anything to recap? In the dark is Yugi just a pair of swinging arms?

#yugioh #yugioh recap #s2 ep4 #yugi muto #tea gardner #johnny steps #so many belts #so many bangles #the other day it came to my attention that the tag for yugioh is ygo #and that is the most 00's thing I've ever heard #hell did that happen #obligatory date episode #would you even date a ghost #if the ghost shared the same body #as your most awkward freind

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caramel macchiato | kth

⇒ summary: you never really paid attention to the talkative kid in your college lecture, but he’s paid attention to you.

⇒ college!au

⇒ pairing: taehyung x reader

⇒ word count: 1.5k

⇒ genre: fluff

⇒ warnings: none

⇒ a/n: this was requested probably an eon ago, but it’s finally here! no, i could not resist titling it this. every time i think of it i hear jungkook’s voice. requested by anon!

College will be fun, they said. It’ll be so much goddamn fun.

Because everyone’s definition of fun is waking up with five minutes to spare to get to your lecture after pulling an all-nighter the previous day because you had an essay due for a significantly more important class, right. That’s why college is fun, this whole scrambling out of bed thing is entertaining.

In hindsight, that all-nighter really wasn’t worth it, because your essay would be a word dumpster whether or not you actually wrote it in the holier hours of the day. You could have just left it and done it today instead, but no, 2AM you was like ‘it’s 2AM? Perfect time to crank out that essay that’s due at the end of the week!’, because this is what college actually is, random spurts of energy when everyone else is asleep which culminates in an all-nighter, less-than-substantial amounts of work actually complete, and an energy crash.

Oh, college. It’ll be fun, they said.

You inelegantly stumble around campus to get to your lecture hall in clothes that are as good as your trashy high-school pajamas, praying that you’re only running the tiniest bit late and that you’ll make it in time to catch, at least, most of the lesson. While you’re fumbling around, looking like someone drunk and hungover at the exact same time, you make eye contact with another boy in your class. You recognize him, he’s the one that always answers the professor first with the right answer, no matter the topic.

He shoots you an awkward smile, one that says ‘Hi, you’re in my class and we never speak but hello, I guess?’ and you reciprocate the action before turning your head down immediately and barreling into the lecture hall, making a beeline for your seat. Does he even recognize you? You don’t say a single thing in that class ever, preferring to keep to yourself and just copy the PowerPoint presentation silently, without question. You might as well be one of those ghost students, who just decide that mandatory attendance isn’t actually mandatory at all and elects to skip the class, over and over and over.

He, on the other hand, is extroverted and intelligent and confident and everything that Dream You wishes you could be, and you don’t even know his name.

God, you really should have not stayed up all night for an essay that wasn’t worth it, because it’s ten minutes into the lecture and all you’ve got on the notebook in front of you is a doodle of a stick figure in bed, sleeping to its heart’s content, and oh, how you wish that was you. You can barely keep your eyes open throughout the entire thing, resting your head on your hand as it perches it up, keeps you looking awake even if you don’t feel it. It would be so easy for you to just fall asleep… right here.

You will yourself to close your eyes just for a brief second as you attempt to get some desperately needed shut-eye, sleep overcoming you far too easily, but the respite is broken when your elbow slips off of the desk in front of you, slamming it into the side of the chair and making you wince in pain. Some of the people around you turn their heads to figure out the source of the noise, and you smile apologetically in return, rubbing your arm.

This day could perhaps, maybe, just possibly, not be worse.

In the end, you don’t really know what the lecture in your Anthropology class is about that day, because you spend the better half of the two hours on the verge of total shutdown, eyes drifting shut nearly every second as they beg your brain to just let you sleep, for God’s sake. You do, however, figure out that 2AM energy bursts are not to be trusted under any circumstances, and that any attempts of getting your important work done before the night before are fruitless and nothing but unrealistic dreams. Lesson learned.

You still have two classes of the day left, which is just the worst thing that could be the cherry on top of your shit cake day, especially because you were the asshole that scheduled all your classes to be practically back-to-back so you could just get them all over with. Intentions: good, execution: meh.

As you trudge out of your first lecture hall, avoiding everyone’s gaze at all costs, you can only pray to yourself that you pay attention in your next two lectures, because you won’t know what the hell to do if you don’t.

When freedom rings in the form of your middle-aged, tries-to-be-cool-by-wearing-sunglasses-inside male teacher telling your entire lecture hall to leave thirty minutes early because he has a doctor’s appointment he forgot to notify the school about, you dash out of there as fast as your legs can take you. The sooner you leave, the sooner you can get back to your bed, the sooner you can get back to your bed, the sooner you can take the much-needed and well-deserved nap you’ve been craving this whole day, and it’s only two in the afternoon.

You’re zooming through campus so quickly you practically crash into another student—just your luck, too—and find yourself toppling backwards before said student grabs onto your wrist at the last second, beating gravity in the game of ‘Will You Fall To the Ground or Not?’ and pulling you upright, albeit a bit shakily.

“I’m so sorry,” you immediately say, steadying yourself as you keep your head tilted down. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, I—”

“No, no, it’s my fault,” the voice promises you, and it’s then that you recognize it, then that you become hyperaware of the fact that even though you’re perfectly safe now, standing and still, he’s still got his hand wrapped around your wrist, soft skin meeting yours. Daring yourself to actually look up at him, it is him, the same boy from earlier today, the brilliant one who always has something to say but never lets a dumb comment leave his mouth.

“You’re in my Anthro class, aren’t you?” You ask hesitantly, pointing at him with the hand he’s still practically holding, an eyebrow raised in suspicion, praying to God that you have the right guy.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m Taehyung, and you’re Y/N, right?”

Of course he knows you but you don’t know him, of course. That seems so typical of him, for him to just know the kids in his class like he’s known them since kindergarten, and so typical of you, for you to go an entire year without catching someone’s name even if you see them daily.

“Yes,” you confirm. “I’m really sorry,” you repeat again, taking note of the two coffee cups he’s holding in one hand, the styrofoam resting in those Starbucks cardboard carrier things. “I hope I didn’t spill anything.”

“Oh, these?” Taehyung asks, holding them up. “Actually, one of them is for you.”

“For me? Why me?” You ask, surprised as you scrunch your nose up. “We’ve never spoken before.”

“I know, I just thought you looked kind of tired in class today. I thought this might help get your energy levels up,” Taehyung says awkwardly, clenching his teeth together in a rectangular smile as he holds one out for you. “I didn’t know what you liked, so…”

“I really appreciate this, Taehyung,” you say, gently picking up the coffee and taking a sip. You immediately want to scrunch your nose up at the foam on top—you hate foam, it tastes like soap every single time you try it—but it’s the thought that counts, and this is the most thoughtful thing someone has done for you in a long time.

“Yeah, no problem,” Taehyung replies, scratching the nape of his neck as he quirks a grin. “I can give you the notes on the presentation in class today too, if you’d like.”

“Really?” Notes from the most intelligent kid in class? Sounds like a plan if you’ve ever heard one. “Thank you so much, you have no idea how much I truly appreciate this.”

“It’s no big deal,” Taehyung says, shrugging it off with a wave of his hand. “If you’re not busy right now, we could go to the coffee place and I can give them to you there.”

“The coffee place? We already have coffee,” you ask, a giggle on your lips.

Taehyung blushes red at the realization, cheeks steaming up like the coffee in his hand. “Well, we could go there anyway, if you wanted.”

“Like a date?”

“I never said that,” Taehyung says, pointing at you.

“Did you want to say it?”

Sheepishly, “yes.”

“Then sure,” you say, rocking back and forth on your feet as you beam, meeting his equally as excited smile, eyes crescents, “I’d love to do that.”

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#Blog New Post has been published on http://www.titoslondon.com/ranking-the-22-absolute-worst-characters-on-the-oc/

Ranking The 22 Absolute Worst Characters On The OC

Can you believe it’s been ten years since The O.C.’s final drama-driving chapter? We definitely can’t—it’s as if Mischa Barton never competed on Dancing with the Stars, Benjamin Mckenzie never turned 38, Adam Brody didn’t settle down with Blair Waldorf, and Rachel Bilson never got with Anakin Skywalker. Ahh, what a time to be alive. As much as we miss those four years of O.C. madness, there are a couple of characters we wouldn’t dare invite to our fantasy reunion — in fact, there are 22 of them. The series wouldn’t be what it is without them, but we would’ve a lot of edits to their time on screen. Scroll down below for our definitive list of the worst of Newport Beach’s many shady characters. 1. Oliver Trask (Taylor Handley)

Any true, or even casual O.C. fan will tell you, Oliver Trask was the worst thing to ever happen to the series. Yes, worse than the road raging “surf Nazi.” Volchok’s character flaws were never glossed over by any of the Newport Beach crew—even Marissa knew what she was getting into. Oliver, however, managed to turn Ryan’s friends against him in an elaborate ploy to steal his girlfriend. (EVIL.) Despite his inherent awfulness, Oliver ended up creating one of the most exciting story lines in the show’s four-season run—plus everyone learned a valuable lesson: always trust Ryan Atwood. ALWAYS. 2. Kevin Volchok (Cam Gigandet)

Surprise, surprise, the man who killed fallen O.C. golden girl Marissa Cooper and tarnished the bulk of season three with his unchecked aggression is not a standup guy. I hold Volchok 100% responsible for the series’ ultimate cancellation. Booooo. 3. Johnny Harper (Ryan Donowho)

Okay, unpopular opinion, but Johnny needed to go. To me, Johnny was Oliver 2.0—just another whiny obstacle standing between star-crossed lovers Ryan and Marissa. Silver lining: without Johnny, we never would have heard the amazing Sufjan Stevens song that played at his funeral. 4. Trey Atwood (Logan Marshall-Green)

Like Ryan Atwood himself, we held out hope that Trey would follow in his brother’s footsteps. Spoiler alert: he so didn’t. Trey takes advantage of everyone in Newport Beach, including his brother’s girlfriend (!)—in short, he’s the anti-Ryan. 5. Kaitlin Cooper (Willa Holland)

After about a year away at boarding school, Marissa’s lil’ sis’ returned to The O.C. as a literal different person (the precocious tween played by Shailene Woodley was replaced by wild child Willa Holland) and consequently became the worst. After Kaitlin’s initial return in the third season, Holland became a fourth season regular—signaling to audiences everywhere that the series was far past its prime. 6. Charlotte Morgan (Jeri Ryan)

Conning rehab-goers? That’s pretty low, even for the depraved money-grubbing residents of Newport Beach. Charlotte literally pretended to be an alcoholic to get to Kirsten’s money—eek! Even the show’s creator, Josh Schwartz, found the story line pretty ridiculous. “We were told to add this Jeri Ryan character to the show that we had no idea what to do with, Schwartz told Vulture, “We were just told we had to add an adult female character. It went nowhere, and we had no plan for it, and it just didn’t fit the show.” 7. Reed Carlson (Marguerite Moreau)

Reed, who helps publish Zach and Seth’s comic book—sorry, “graphic novel,” Atomic County, causes some major riffs between Seth and Summer. Byeeeee! 8. Jess Sathers (Nikki Griffin)

Oh, Jess… Trey’s drug-dealing moral equivalent and sometime girlfriend was welcomed into the series’ narrative after being found unconscious in the pool. Somehow, this was a totally appropriate introduction to Jess Sathers. 9. Dean Hess (Eric Mabius)

Harbor’s Dean of Discipline was out to get well-intentioned bad boy Ryan, and he was carrying on an affair with a student (Taylor Townsend). BAD MAN. 10. Eddie (Eric Balfour)

Theresa’s ex and presumptive baby daddy crashes Newport parties, punches Ryan in the face, and gives Theresa a black eye. Game over, Eddie. 11. Jodie (Emmanuelle Chriqui)

Alex’s (Olivia Wilde) ex interfered in her relationships with both Seth and Marissa. Ugh! Luckily, Marissa and Alex exact their revenge by stealing a sentimental necklace from her bedroom. BOOM. 12. Grady Bridges (Colin Hanks)

The Valley star puts the moves on teen soap-obsessed Summer while she’s dating Seth—um, ew! 13. Donnie (Paul Wesley)

Though Donnie may have a way with “the honeys,” he’s really not the kind of guy you want hanging around. He shot Luke, after all! 14. Gabrielle (Nichole Hiltz)

The fact that a twenty-something model was dating Kirsten’s dad is a travesty unto itself—but worse yet, Gabrielle and Ryan’s fling drives Marissa to sleep with Luke! If you connect the dots, Gabrielle’s interference basically leads to Marissa ODing in Tijuana. Go home, Gabrielle. 15. Theresa Diaz (Navi Rawat)

Let me count the ways… Not only does Theresa disturb the peace (and love!) between Ryan and Marissa, she also lies to Ryan about the baby he’s vowed to raise, and judges him for leaving Chino. WHAT. A. JERK. 16. Lindsay Gardner (Shannon Lucio)

She’s perfectly nice, I guess, but we really can’t forgive her for breaking Ryan’s (and Kirsten’s!) heart. 17. Taylor Townsend (Autumn Reeser)

Ryan-Taylor politics aside, I think we can all agree that Ms. Townsend was one of the most obnoxious residents of Newport Beach. 18. Holly Fischer (Ashley Hartman)

Marissa’s “BFF” made fun of her dad and hooked up with her boyfriend. Good riddance, Holly!

19. Rachel Hoffman (Bonnie Somerville)

Sandy’s presumptuous co-worker tried to seduce him one late night at the office—not cool. 20. Lance Baldwin (Johnny Messner)

This ghost from Julie Cooper’s desperate past (read: she starred in the epically titled The Porn Identity) comes back to blackmail the now wealthy Mrs. Cooper Nichol. We later learn Lance isn’t all bad, and then he and Julie share a magical moment set to the strum of Poison’s “Every Rose Has Its Thorn,” but still, he hammered the final nail in Julie’s already questionable reputation, and for that there are no second chances. 21. Taryn Baker (Kimberly Oja)

The Newpsie Queen desperately needed some damage control. 22. Matt Ramsey (Jeff Hephner)

Continued below…

Matt was one of many unfortunate cogs in Sandy’s weird turn as the C.E.O. of the Newport Group following Caleb’s death. Also, he took teenaged Ryan to a strip club—we object.

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