anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Michael x Nerdy gamer reader?


★so you and michael actually first interact when you’re playing an online game right

★and you’re like five ounces of whoop ass and you are like tearin though his team

★you are a bamf and like yellin all kinds of “die motherfuckers” type shit right

★and then theres this one guy right

★he’s a badass

★and he fuckin mows down your team and theres just the two of you left and you’re both yelling through your headsets

★and like your sudden death round goes on forever and like

★you win but he’s not angry, he’s just really excited about it like

★”dude you gotta gimme some pointers!”

★after you’ve played together for a month or so, you exchange information on facebook and like

★you guys live in the same town!!! you go to the same school!!!


★so like you’re like super pumped and you guys meet up at school 

★it’s super chill and a little awkward bc like you can’t just punch him in the face like you do in the games bc that’s not socially acceptable in real life right

★but you and michael have so much in common and you love hanging out with him

★he’s like your best bro okay

★and after a few weeks of hanging out irl you’re both starting to catch feelings ™

★ and this bOY

★ this boy is so socially awkward that he’s got no idea how to ask you out

★ so ofc he goes for the big one and decides to ask you to go to prom with him

★ how, you ask?

★ in the only way he fuckin knows how

★ you’re playing your game with him right and you’re in a private map so it’s just the two of you and you’re just casually talking through your headsets

★ doin your own things

★ and then he calls you to a part of the map that he’s holed himself up in right

★ and this boy

★ made a giant PROM? sign out of game pieces

★ and you can’t even help it you just start giggling

★ he’s super worried at first and just “haha dont worry about just kidding ahahha” 

★ ヽ(´ー`)┌

★ but you’re like “you’re a fuckin nerd mell ofc i’m going to prom with you”

★ and you guys are the cutest fucking couple there okay bc he’s so hardcore dancing and you’re an awkward but you have so much fun with your friends and you realize you love michael mell



RELEASE DATE: 2017.07.31 (MON)

SIZE : 186 X 246.5mm
REGION CODE : 1,3,4,5,6
DURATION : DISC 01: about 105min / DISC 02: about 76min / DISC 03: about 115min / DISC 04: about 94min

하루만 (Just One Day)
좋아요 (I Like It)
Talk : Bangtan Bamboo Forest
Talk : Dating for 2 Years
상남자 (Boy in Luv)
Talk : Bangtan Blue Marble

쩔어 (DOPE)
뱁새 (Baepsae)
흥탄소년단 (Boyz with Fun)


-THE STORY OF [花樣年華 (The Most Beautiful Moment in Life) YOUNG FOREVER]

<Intro : Boy Meets Evil> TRAILER MAKING STORY
<피 땀 눈물> (Blood, Sweat, Tears) MV MAKING STORY

<give it to me> MV MAKING STORY

DISC 4: 花樣年華 (The Most Beautiful Moment in Life) ON STAGE ASIA TOUR

The Major Arcana as People You Meet In College

0. The Fool: The freshman. He’s fascinated by the fact he just entered college, plans on joining every club imaginable, and thinks he can handle 8AM classes. Still wears his lanyard around his neck.

I. The Magician:The one who actually has all their shit together, lives off of campus and works a real-person job. Probably works out too. You want to not like them for it but they’re too nice.

II. The High Priestess: She’s kinda quiet and reserved, but if you talk to her she’s really smart and knows a lot of fun random facts. The sweet one that unexpectedly knows a lot of fucked up shit and freaks your friends out at a party for a few minutes that one time.

III. The Empress: She’s a junior when you get to college, but she likes you a lot and shows you around. She’s a big help and tells you about local deals on food. Buys you alcohol for the party but then makes sure you stay safe when you’re drunk. Very attractive, probably gay.

IV. The Emperor: This guy is probably older than you, and tends to give really good advice when you have drama. Sometimes his male privilege goes really unchecked but he’s willing to learn and know better. Designated driver.

V. The Hierophant: Absolutely can’t cope with the fact that underage drinking is a real thing. Straight A’s, probably on some Student Government board or faculty-built club that encourages good student conduct. Kinda snobby so you don’t talk to them much, but their help in Physics class was the only reason you passed.

VI. The Lovers: You’ve never known these people to not be dating. They’re basically already married and you’re basically their first child. When The Fool comes around you get upgraded to Aunt or Uncle or something. They give good relationship advice.

VII. The Chariot: He’s friends with all the right people, gets away with outrageous antics and never gets in trouble. Always has tickets to that concert you want. Cocky with a heart of gold. Smooth af. Probably tries to ask you on a date.

VIII. Strength: Deals with way more shit than you do. Holds your arm so you don’t rip somebody’s neck out when that person tries to pick a fight. Says they’ll “deal with” the creeper who’s been stalking you. You have no idea what she said to them, but they never approach you again.

IX. The Hermit: The friend that everyone likes, wise beyond their years. Every time you invite them to hang out, they’re busy with homework or something else comes up, even though they’re legitimately not trying to avoid you. Meditates daily. Forgets about that huge campus event you go to every year.

X. The Wheel of Fortune: You meet in a class and hit it off really well. You guys are close for a while, and you learn some life lessons and gain some new interests or viewpoints. The new semester rolls around and they basically fall off the face of the map.

XI. Justice: The friend who almost got alcohol poisoning once and completely changed their life afterwards. They’re much more stable now and seem a lot happier. They invite you to a bonfire at some point.

XII. The Hanged Man: He’s kind of a weird guy, but in a way that you still like hanging out with him. Has drastically different views about the world than the rest of your friends, which leads to a lot of really in-depth, interesting discussions. You emerge from that friendship a lot smarter.

XIII. Death: The one that finally managed to convince you to drop that club, break up with that person, or quit that destructive habit. Their solution for everything seems to be hard cut offs, you’re both impressed and intimidated by it.

XIV. Temperance:The student tutor you finally go to in an hour of need. They manage to completely salvage your paper from the brink of despair in under an hour. You feel like you have been touched by an angel.

XV. The Devil:Invites you to his birthday party, which is by far the trashiest situation you ever experience. Meanwhile, he gets tanked, calls somebody a string of offensive slurs, then does a line of cocaine. You don’t speak anymore.

XVI. The Tower: They seem cool and all, you talk now and then but are still getting to know them. Then, you hear them say something INCREDIBLY problematic or hear down the grape vine about their old sexual assault charges. You can’t look at them the same way anymore and now just thinking about how you used to hang out leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

XVII. The Star: That faculty member you LOVE. She helps you build your schedule, helps you fix your grade in the class, and reminds you that some people aren’t so bad after all.

XVIII. The Moon: Things are pretty good. You have a solid relationship going with somebody, then this asshole shows up and now you have to rethink everything about your current relationship and if they’re really worth dumping someone over. You agonize over it, not knowing what you want, until it just kinda awkwardly blows over and you figure out they aren’t into your gender anyway.

XIX. The Sun: This person is the one always sharing mildly-political information on Facebook. Before you know it, you’re freshly passionate about the causes you care for the most, and still educated on the ones you don’t put as much energy into. You cared about these things before, but they’re the person that armed you with the knowledge you needed to actually have constructive dialogue about it.

XX. Judgement: Best friends with Justice, and is remodeling her entire life. You don’t hang out with her often so the next time you see her she has a new hobby, new major, new hairstyle, and has probably stopped talking to certain members of her family. It was tough but she seems better for it.

XXI. The World: Your person. They stick with you from year one to when you graduate. You complement each other really well. You still make healthy time for other people but they’re still your best friend. Eventually when you get older they’ll have a kid and name it after you probably.

anonymous asked:

Richard Spencer has been invited to speak at my university (Texas A&M) on September 11th by an alumni and there are Aggies coordinating a peaceful counter-protest called the Maroon Wall. Richard Spencer and his band of followers do not represent our Aggie core values and we do not want him there and we want to stop the hate! There is a page on Facebook with more information and we would welcome anyone who wants to join us! (Thanks for sharing if you do!)


anonymous asked:

What's some common slang/jargon a veteran character might use in civilian life? Thank you!

I think it varies significantly depending on what part of the army you were in and how much you absorbed the lifestyle, but here’s a few I still use on a regular basis. Some of them might actually be fairly common irl ones; I can’t even tell the difference at this point.

Hooah: I can’t help myself. I told my husband at one point to spray me with water if I said “hooah” and I just can’t stop. It’s just such a convenient word that replaces most forms of communication to something akin to a grunt and that’s great when you’re me and you hate talking.

• Hurry up and wait: the army wants you to hurry the fuck up and run your ass ragged only to stand around for literally hours doing nothing. We have to wake up at four a.m. to pre-preassemble at a location where we’ll preassemble before we actually assemble at. Like. Eight a.m. Sometimes it feels like the real world is just as ridiculous with its timing. 

Soup Sandwich: A fuck up of epic proportions. It feels like everything’s a gd soup sandwich these days.

Voluntold: When someone “volunteers” for something but in fact they were told to volunteer for it, making it more of a demand. I ask myself this all the time when I see businesses doing giveaways or protesters/public speakers and shit, when I pick my passengers in my car who say they do volunteer stuff like that, I want to ask if they actually volunteered or if they were voluntold. 

• …and a wake up: A unit of telling time in the military we learn in basic training to help us get through the weeks of training. It cuts down on your days left by one with the reasoning that if the final day is just a ceremony or something as equally easy, the final day doesn’t count because the hardest part is waking up on that day. So instead of saying we have fifty-six days left, we’d say we have fifty-five days and a wake up. I still say shit like that to my husband. “We have an appointment in three days and a wake up.” Yes, it’s pathetic.

•  as you were/as I was: Return to your prior task/I’ve made a verbal error, please disregard the last thing I said. I often sometimes just say “disregard.”

Roger: yes, confirmed, heard, understood, you got it, I’m on it, roger-fucking-dodger bro.

• skillfully acquire: steal. Literally just steal. 

• high speed: good shit, A+, 10/10

• the crud: a common cold, especially one with fluid leakage.

• Charlie Foxtrot: a clusterfuck. A complete and utter fuck-up.

• MIA: missing in action. Applied to literally anything that isn’t where it’s supposed to be. “I can’t leave ‘cuz my damn keys are MIA.”

• Stay in your lane: this one is common in the civilian world nowadays, but when we used it we meant it quite literally: on the range we each had our own lane, and when the range was hot (guns being fired) you don’t cross over to someone else’s lane because people are literally shooting weapons why would you put yourself in that situation. Also used in the same metaphorical sense civilians use nowadays, aka “you do not know about or understand this so stick to what you know.”

• The real world: civilian life, non-military life. Every day I wake up and am grateful I now live in the real world.

• Zero dark-thirty: too goddamn early in the morning for this bullshit

• Beer-thirty: it’s socially acceptable for me to get fucked up thank god

As you can see, most of these I still use because they apply to both the real world and the army. We wouldn’t use most of our slang here because it normally wouldn’t apply. There is no need for me to tell a fuzzy to grab a donkey dick so we can juice up the 5k.

Some soldiers are REALLY hardcore about keeping their personal life and their working life separate and they go to great pains to avoid slipping in military jargon. Others just really don’t care at all. It’s okay to have a character be either of those or somewhere in the middle, but I recommend trying not to overdo it on jargon, such as the above example I gave. You can’t expect most civilians to be able to know what most of these slang terms mean, and you’d be holding up your story having to explain them so often. I recommend keeping jargon relatively sparse, using only when it’ll have the greatest effect. Using jargon just to show off will always drag down a story.

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anonymous asked:

So I'm pretty confused, is subscribe and punch a real game now? like you can play it and stuff?

Don’t be confused!ヽ(#゚Д゚)ノ

it’s a real game ! And ye’ we can play it (or well, for the moment,only the team)

i don’t have gifs with meh or not even a picture of ppl playin’ but yea’, friends are playtestin’ it everyday and we hope releasing the proto soon !

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boba-boy  asked:

Please please please update on the daddy kink and the puppy play??? I beg of you, i need the goods, my man👌❤👌❤ (thanks for all the work btw, yall are the reason I live today❤)

daddy kink was just updated but here’s some puppy play

A Puppy’s Life For Me by Moosey (12/12 | 36,755 | NC17)

Stiles explores the world of kink and discovers the joys of puppy play. With bonus Werewolfy pack stuff, because I evidently couldn’t help myself…


“Is this some kind of joke?” Derek finally asked, a little harsh, voice edging towards anger.

“No!” Stiles yelped, turning in Derek’s grip, finally looking up at him. “I’m not, I wouldn’t- It’s not a joke,” he said, closing his eyes and succumbing to the flush of heat on his cheeks and throat. “I want –“ he tried, cutting himself off.

“What do you want?” Derek asked carefully, evenly. He took Stiles wrist and stroked across his pulse point. “Tell me.”

“I want… I want to be good.”

Alpha Fraternity by DreamPhonix (1/1 | 1,253 | NC17)

In a world where everybody is a werewolf and omegas love to have sex as much as they can, Stiles is the omega to a group of alphas. He loves the attention, he loves being in the center of the attention but most of all, he loves the sex. Sweet sex, rough sex, public sex, awesomely hot sex… Basically all the sex you could wish for.

Pups4Pups by DenaCeleste (1/1 | 6,334 | PG13)

It’s the summer fair at the beach, and Stiles insists that he and Derek attend. It’s not like he has ulterior motives at all.

It’s not like Stiles saw a post on Facebook with information about a sign that reads:

Pups4Pups - 2nd Annual Charity Auction! Put on your nose and become a pup! Get auctioned off to your new trainer, and be put through your paces in three fantastic challenges! All proceeds go to the Beacon Hills No-Kill shelter!

Not at all. Stiles just likes fairs. It’s completely innocent.

Good Pup by Arver7 (1/1 | 1,361 | NC17)

Derek comes home from a two-week long trip away and he’s ready to play.

GemsonaResources is Going to SaikouCon!

Once again, I have been able to arrange plans with my friend to go to another convention this summer! On Friday, August 18th, I will be heading over to SaikouCon for the day. I am cosplaying as Holly Blue Agate from Steven Universe. My wig has not arrived yet, therefore my face has been cropped out. If you are attending the convention and wish to memorize my face, click the link here for photographs of my Rainbow Quartz cosplay!

Where: SaikouCon (United States)
When: August 18th
My Name: You can call me Corey or ask if I’m GemsonaResources.

I will be happy to take photos and talk with anyone else who may be attending this convention. I will only be giving out this Tumblr blog’s URL at the con, so please don’t ask me for personal contact information (Facebook, cell phone number, etc.). I hope to see some of you there!

Roommates || Suga

Summary: College AU. Your roommate has a trend of letting her boyfriend stay over and you’d rather not deal with listening to anything they do. In your abysmal night, you bump into the Music Composition Major from down the hall.

Word Count: 1,333

Part 2 >>

There were many things your older acquaintances had warned you about with university life; the crazy dorm-block parties, spiked drinks, lecturers that really don’t care and the crazy preacher guy who would definitely harass you on the quad. Despite all these warnings, the one thing they failed to mention was the inevitable possibility of a ‘monster’ roommate.

You’d learn during your four years of dorm life just how vast the spectrum of bad roommates was. You heard your fair share stories from your friends about their experiences - from the Uptight Perfectionist, the Alien and even the Hoarder - but you being you had never taken them too seriously. After all, you had been lucky to have pretty decent roommates.

That was until your final year when you were assigned to dorm with Chae Hyemi.

When you look back on to the first few weeks, you realised how ideal the situation had been. You and Hyemi had hit it off nicely with each other, and you were content with the nice array of people who were dorming on your level. Your RA was friendly, much more relaxed than the others you had been assigned in the past.

Two months after you had all settled in, Hyemi introduced to you her boyfriend Sungjin who, like his girlfriend, had appeared to be pleasant in their short encounters. But pleasantries only lasted for so long, and you knew that. The niceties of their façade had been shattered no less than a few hours after you confirmed that it was perfectly okay for Sungjin to stay over for a night.

Unfortunately, you had misinterpreted the initial request. ‘Stay over’ meant ‘let my boyfriend and I fuck in the next room’ and ‘a night’ actually meant ‘once a week’. You could handle the first time however with each and every stay; the couple grew less and less tolerable. It reached the point where your entire floor disliked the couple - but no one would say anything to them. You had reached breaking point by the break and, to your dismay, Hyemi wasn’t going home to Daegu for it.

It was a surprisingly cold evening as you walked back from the campus library, and all you wanted to do was collapse on to your bed and sleep for a couple of days to recuperate.  The dorm block was practically dead, save for the Fine Art Major from Room 25C who had just left the communal shower and dashed past you to her room. You sent her a smile in her passing before continuing down the hall.

You rolled your shoulders and rummaged through your pockets for your room key, preparing to unlock the door and barrel towards your bed for a much needed nap when you froze. You let out a frustrated sigh as you stared at your room’s door, listening to the unnecessary sounds escaping from the thin walls. “Oh come on…” You groan as you run a hand down angrily through your hair.

A part of you wanted to walk in there and disrupt their ‘fun’ but a much more rational part of you knew that would be a bad idea- the couple would’ve ignored you and you would have needed to bleach your eyes the following day.

In your defeat, you turned on your heel and made your way to the communal lounge. You drop your bag by the worn in couch before you collapse on to it with a huff, resting your head on the arm rest. You wrapped your arms around you and attempted to fall asleep.

Time passed slowly as you stared at the ceiling, waiting for your eyes to shut on their own accord. You had gotten used to this routine; coming back to the dorm block late only to be greeted by the ungodly moans and skin slapping from your dorm and thus having to crash on the communal lounge’s uncomfortable couch.

Just as you felt yourself falling asleep, the sound of shuffling feet from the corridor woke you up, forcing you to sit somewhat upright in your place.

“Oh, my bad [Y/N],” a voice mumbled from the doorway, “didn’t know you were crashing here again. Was I too loud?”

You squinted and, in the dim lighting of the room you recognised the person. Min Yoongi. “No, you’re good… No one would be as loud as those two down the hall.” You responded back sheepishly.  Yoongi nodded and sent you a sympathetic smile before making his way towards the kitchen connected to the lounge.

Min Yoongi was one of the few faces of the floor that you didn’t see often; he was almost never around the campus, never showed up for the monthly floor movie night and disappeared whenever a party was raging on. You were surprised he even knew your name. He was quite enigmatic, and you knew very little about the mint haired male from what his roommate Namjoon had told people. They were both Music Composition Majors and were known around campus for their respective mixtapes which you had yet to find on the dorm block Facebook page. Besides that information, Yoongi remained to be a mysterious figure in the background.

“What’s the counter at now?”

You snapped out from your train of thought and looked to the direction of the kitchen, calling out a “Pardon?”

“The whole, y’know, crashing out here while your roommate gets laid counter… What’s the total at?” Yoongi asked again, appearing in your line of sight as he leant on the wall. The whir of the microwave sounded in the background.

“Truthfully…” You began. Yoongi cocked his head to the left as you continued, “I stopped counting when I hit double digits a few months ago.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head at your comment. “I’m glad my misfortune entertains you.” You said with a slight roll of your eyes.

“It doesn’t entertain me, honestly. I just,” Yoongi paused as he disappeared from your line of sight to retrieve whatever he was heating up, “I had the same issue last year; only my roommate enjoyed the idea of a one-night stand every night of the week.”He exited the kitchen and loitered against the armchair in the lounge, a take-away container from a nearby Chinese place in his hands. “It’s interesting to see how someone else deals with it.”

“I see,” you replied as you adjusted your seating position on the couch. “Since you don’t look like the type who would resort to the communal lounge, enlighten me. How did you cope for an entire year?”

A smirk flashed across his face briefly as he reminisced. “I played obnoxiously loud songs to kill the mood.”You laughed, brief scenes of an annoyed roommate storming into Yoongi’s room as something like Rick Astley’s ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ blared in the background.

“I might try that next time, don’t be alarmed if you here ‘Who’s Your Mama’ coming from my dorm at midnight.” You grinned, earning another set of laughs from Yoongi.

It fell quiet between the two of you; you weren’t sure what to say to the person whom you had almost never seen around the campus.

“Um,” Yoongi began, looking up from the floor to meet your gaze, “Namjoon’s crashing at his parent’s place in Ilsan for the break… You could stay in our dorm for the night if you didn’t want to stay out here.” He said, scratching the back of his neck unsurely. “I mean, it’s further away from the noise and you’d be sleeping on a decent bed.

You pondered for a moment, not before the sound of a simultaneous moan echoed from your dorm, ultimately proving Yoongi’s point on the noise. “That’d be great, thank you.”

He shook his head as if to say “Don’t worry about it” and walked past the couch, grabbing you bag and swinging it over his shoulder. You shot up from the couch and followed after him, eager to get a much deserved good night’s sleep.

Ta-da! My first scenario on this blog - I hope you liked it! I’m in loooove with College AUs (AUs in general tbh) and I just felt Suga was what this scenario needed. If you want a request for any boy group member then request it while you’ve got time and while I’m on break.

Have a good day y’all!

Roses (Part 3)

Title: You Saved Me

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,791

Warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, cliffhanger whoops

Prompt: With Abaddon still out of the picture, Dean thinks he’s ready to take on a hunt and get himself back in the game. One rookie mistake almost costs someone their life.

Part 1 - Part 2 -

Originally posted by frozen-delight

You padded down to the kitchen, socked feet making little noise on the hardwood floors. The hallway was dark, prompting you to believe that Sam and Dean had both gone to bed. You were hungry, having denied the dinner that Dean tried to bring you, and you couldn’t bare to lay in bed any longer with your growling stomach.

The kitchen was dark when you entered it; dark and cold and you shivered as you tore open the fridge, prepared to make yourself a quick sandwich. In the middle of the fridge was a plate with your name on it. You pulled it out, setting it on the counter and pulled the yellow sticky note off of it.

An apology

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New merch! I’m selling these at Coast Con (March 18) and Titan Con (April 29) this year (they’re free one day conventions if you live in socal…just saying, so check out their facebook page for information on how to rsvp)! They’ll be available on my store in May if I have any leftovers afterwards. Thank you for all the support so far! 


Meet the female mechanic trying to disrupt the male dominated auto-industry for good

In 2011, Philadelphia native Patrice Banks had been working as an engineer for 10 years when she realized that while she may be an expert at diagnosing what was wrong with the equipment in her company’s lab, when it came to what was under the hood of her car she was completely lost.

So Banks posted an informal Facebook poll, asking her female friends to name their No. 1 knowledge gap. They overwhelmingly returned the same answer: car maintenance. “That was my ‘aha!’ moment.”

Pictures of You (Luke Hemmings)

warning: this imagine contains a photo of fetus luke. continue at your own risk :)


You were walking around the park with your camera when you heard music coming from your right. You looked over and nothing was there – just a hill – so you decided to investigate. Once you reached the top, you looked around and finally found what you were hearing – a blonde boy with a guitar in his lap, singing softly for the people who took the time to stop and pay him any attention. You snapped a couple shots from the hill before venturing closer to get a better listen yourself.

As he was playing and you were shooting, you couldn’t help but notice the small grin on his face as he sang. It wasn’t because he was being photographed – he hadn’t even looked up to know you were there – he was just smiling because he was doing something he enjoyed.

It suddenly dawned on you that you’d seen this boy before – Luke, if you remembered his name correctly – and this was always a look he had on his face when you saw him playing. He usually had three of his friends with him, but today – for some reason – he was performing alone. You’d gradually gotten closer as the afternoon wore on, but people would keep walking and standing in front of you – either not noticing your camera or not caring – but you were truthfully starting to get ticked off, so you just shut your camera off and moved over to sit on the grass and listen to him play.

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Bim's Date (part 1)

(I thought there were not not enough Bim x reader stories so I wanted to make my own. I hope you like it. I may still be a lil down but I wanted to still write. It helps.)

Bim was looking at his watch worried. He was trying to mop up the stage as fast as he can. It was his last task that Willford gave him for the day. He was trying to finish fast because he had an important thing to get to. Finally he finishes and dumps out the water outside. As soon as he puts away the cleaning supplies he rushes to the studio door.

“O Bim!!! You forgot something!!!” Willford pops out of this dressing room.

“Will I finished all the cleaning for today. I really need to go now. Can it wait.” Bim looks at his watch again worried.

“Bim Trimmer you have been begging me for a month now for a segment on my show and I told you if you cleaned the place for a week you can get it. Now that you finished we can get started and rehearse our lines.” Willford held out a stack of papers in his hands.

“Will I don’t have time for this now. I really need to go and I thought I was going to write my segment.” Bim sighs.

“Of course I’m going to write it. It’s still my show I’m just giving you a little slot. Are you really passing this up? You always push everything aside to rehearse if it means being on the show.” Willford walks up to Bim and studies him.“What is so important that you are skipping out on me?”

Bim looks down at the floor for a second. He really didn’t want to tell anyone. He was hoping it could remain a secret. After fiddling with one of the buttons of his jacket he looks at Willford. “I umm.. I got a date…”

“A DATE!!!” Willford eyes look like they are going to pop out as he yells to the top of his lungs.

Not to far of you put on your best clothes for the night. You look at yourself in the mirror for the tenth time. You take deep breaths and try to motivate yourself. “Your fine. It’s just a date like any other you have ever been on… Crap who am I kidding! Ugh… Ok your cool. Be cool.” You leave the bathroom and make your way outside to your car. “It’s just a date… A date with Bim Trimmer.”

“BIM TRIMMER HAS A DATE!!!” Ed’s sun glasses almost slips off. Bim sits in his room with his head in his hands. Almost everyone was in his room. Willford had instantly run off after Bim mentioned his date and yelled loud enough to for everyone to hear.

“Guys can we not make a big deal about this…” Bim saids head still in his hands.

“It is a big deal Bim!! You know the rules!! We are not supposed to go out on dates. We all know that. Why now try it?” Dr.iplier looked stern with his arms folded across his chest.

“(Y/N) is different…” Bim looks up at the doctor with a soft expression. The others look at each other unsure.

“The Host would need to know more
information before deciding to trust Bim’s judgment.” Host saids. Silver sits down on the floor like it is story time and the others stand.

“Ok so it was my turn to get the groceries for the house right. Well I was getting everything and as usually ingot stopped by some fans. They of course thought I was Mark and I took pictures with them you know the usual. But then I bumped into someone and I said sorry and this person didn’t call me Mark. They called me ‘Bim’.” Bim smiles. “They said they knew I wasn’t Mark and was an ego instead. So we talked for a while and they said they have been to the office building where we get gifts from fans and she could tell we were all different. Like they didn’t just see Mark but as different people. I don’t know what came over me but I just thought they were so nice and I just asked them out for dinner. Then we exchanged numbers and made a date.” Bim finishes and looks at the others for their reactions.

“Ok I see why you would go along with this but still.” The doctor shook his head slightly.

“Yea how do ya know they weren’t lying to ya?” Ed asks.

“Ed and Dr.iplier have a point Bim. How does Bim know if that this person saids it true.” The Host tilts his head.

“I’m sorry Bim but I have to side with the others… What if they are like a double agent of something?” Silver saids.

“Bim don’t you remember the last time this has happened…” Willford pats Bim on the back.

“I didn’t forget…"Bim saids sadly. “But I trust them!! I’m sure they are telling the truth. I’m Bim Trimmer and I know a honest person when I see one.” Bim looks determined. He stands up straight and walks out the room. “I am going out now and you all can’t stop me. And if you do I will not speak to you again!!” Bim gives everyone a look.

“Bim buddy we are just trying to look out for you.” Willford puts a hand on Bim’s shoulder. Bim shrugs it off and walks away. They all hear the door slam in the front.

“Guys I don’t like this. I don’t want him to get hurt.” Willford saids concerned.

“We all don’t. Well Dark would but the rest of us no. We need to look this person up.” The doctor saids.

“Already did.” Google stands at Bim’s door. “I was able to go into Bim’s phone while he was talking and got their phone number. From there I was able to find more information. A Facebook,Twitter,Tumblr,Instagram, and other records. I like to think I got everything we need.” Google saids proudly as he adjusts his glasses.

“All right lets get the stalking started!! Go team!!” Willford puts out his hand for everyone to pill on and cheer. No one does.

“Willford.. Please don’t call it that. It makes it sound like a crime..” Silver saids feeling nervous.

“Well that is what we are doing right?” Willford is still holding out his hand for anyone to pile on.

“Let us call it research instead.” The Host saids trying to reassure Silver and himself.

Outside you wait in the car. You have the radio on trying to relax. You have the right address but keep looking at your phone to see the text you got from Bim making sure it was the same place. Your so into your thoughts that when Bim knocks on the window it makes you jump. He lifts his hands up and you lower the music down to hear him say sorry repeatedly. You unlock the door and Bim gets in.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” Bim saids worried.

“O no I wasn’t paying attention. I was just thinking to much. I thought I went to the wrong house. I was nervous to be honest.” You admit as you laugh nervously.

“Really? I was kind of nervous too. But your here now right. Let’s go if your ready. I’m ready to go out.” Bim saids smiling but still has some annoyance from the other egos.

“Bim are you ok?” You look at Bim curiously. “You seem a bit off. Did something happen?”

“Ummm kind of to be honest. I don’t want to talk about it… But I won’t let it get I the way of our date ok. Let’s go!” Bim puts on his t.v host attitude. You want to ask if he is sure but you decide not to press him. You drive off to the restaurant Bim picked for the date. From the window someone is watching as you both go off.

“This is interesting.” Dark makes a smirk. He takes out his phone and calls someone. “I know I’m the last person you want to talk to but your services are needed here at the house. And before you say anything let me explain first. Trust me your going to want to come here soon.” Dark smiles as the other person on the phone agrees to listen reluctantly.


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Company (Minseok x OC)

Description: Choi SooRi is a lonely teacher and Minseok is an escort. What happens when SooRi starts looking for some company?

Genre: Smut/AU

A/N: I wrote this decades ago omg. And since obviously I do it for Kim Minseok, I have to post some smut with him in it. Two updates in one day because your girl got her refund check today.

SooRi was tired of herself. She really was, no joke. How many times had she opened and closed the same tab in the last twenty minutes?

This was stupid.

She sipped her wine hastily and re-opened the tab she had just closed, “I need to do this for my own sanity.”

She looked at the fancy layout of the website and read the title in a breathy exhale: “Company? How cheesy.”

Her half-assed insult held no malice as she scrolled through what seemed like pages and pages filled with pictures of dashing men, names, ages and specialties in their description boxes.

‘What the fuck am I getting into?’

After an hour and fifteen minutes, the men’s faces were beginning to mesh together and she was getting a bit overwhelmed. It might not have been the smartest decision, but she closed her eyes and clicked her mouse blindly, hoping in her tipsy, sangria hazed mind that she had hit a picture and not the exit icon. She heard a slight chime and cracked an eye open to see a man’s smirking face on her screen. He looked young, however his bio let her know that he was actually two years older than her.

Kim Minseok


Height: 170 cm

Body Type: Athletic

Specialty: Whatever you like.

“Whatever I like, huh?”

SooRi balked after realizing a request for his services had sent the moment she clicked his picture. She stood from her desk and paced as realization crashed over her like a wave; there was no turning back now. She froze as her laptop ‘dinged,’ the telltale sign that she had an email. Her eyes skimmed the page quickly. Fear, apprehension, yet growing excitement grew inside of her.

From: Kim Minseok

To: Choi SooRi

Monday, 10:58 PM

Hello, Ms. Choi,

I’ve received your message and I’d be happy to discuss whatever you have in mind over dinner Wednesday evening around 8:30.

I’ll have reservations for dinner ready so please meet me at Vapiano in downtown Seoul. I’ll have directions attached to this email. I look forward to meeting you.


SooRi read over the email another three times before rushing to her closet. Vapiano was a very nice, very expensive Italian restaurant downtown. So this guy obviously had money and class. She picked out a sexy, yet classy black dress that she had bought on a whim with a good paycheck and sleek heels. She put them on a chair and looked at the outfit as her nerves crept over her. He seemed so put together and polite. How was he an escort? Would he really fulfill her wishes? She sighed and settled into bed.

Guess she’d find out Wednesday.

And come 8:45 p.m. on Wednesday night, SooRi ran into the restaurant like her ass was on fire, giving her name to the startled receptionist. She took a second to catch her breath and fix her hair before sauntering as gracefully as she could to where her potential escort sat. He was better than his picture; his hair was a nice dark brown shade, cut short and styled to show off his face. In his picture, his cheeks were rounder, but it appeared that he had lost a bit of weight, face slim and chiseled. He wore a simple white button up and black slacks. A few of the buttons of his shirt were undone and she noticed the firm olive skin that peeked through. He smiled at her and gestured her over with a nod of his head.

“Ms. Choi.”

He stood and took her hand in his, kissing the back of her hand. Her eyes widened as he pulled out her chair for her and took his seat across from her. She looked away as his eyes raked lazily down her body, not at all ashamed that he looked at her so obviously.

So ravenously.

“You’re quite beautiful and younger than I was expecting. It’s been a while since I had a customer so close to my age.”

SooRi opened her mouth to respond but their waiter took that moment to make his appearance, stuttering as he took SooRi’s outfit in. She pulled the hem of the dress down a bit, trying to cover her thighs. May be this dress should have stayed at the back of her closet.

She ordered a simple plate of baked ziti, her appetite catching up to her after not eating all day. Minseok smirked and leaned forward on his elbows.

“So, what’s a young woman like you doing hiring an escort, hm?”

SooRi choked a bit on her wine. He didn’t even bother getting to know her. But she quickly shooed the idea away because technically this was more of a business meeting. Not a date.

“Um, well, I want more in my life. Sex…life I guess.”

Minseok’s eyes tinted with mischief and pure sexiness before he moaned deep in his throat, “Go on.”

“I-I,” she paused and looked around the restaurant, suddenly feeling very paranoid. Why was she even doing this?


“Rougher. I want it rougher.”

Minseok chuckled and took a sip of his wine, “Rougher? How rough are we talking here?”

“Rougher than average sex? I don’t know-”

“Oh, I think you do know. You know exactly what you want, I can see it in your eyes.” He leaned back in his seat a bit, dark eyes trained on her nervous face. “No judgement here, just tell me what I can do for you.”

SooRi gulps down some of her wine, swallowing hard before focusing her gaze on the table.

“I kind of want it to hurt. Not too bad, but I want to still feel it even after it’s happened. I want bruises, bite marks, fingerprints, everything. Not full out BDSM, just rough…”

SooRi lifted her head and locked eyes with Minseok, who was looking at her calmly, though she couldn’t hear how his heartbeat picked up rapidly and how his pupils were a bit dilated.

Wasn’t this just interesting? Most interesting indeed.

“I believe I can do that for you,” he damn near purred seductively.

SooRi looked up at him, relief washing over her face, though there was still lingering worry. Minseok picked up on her mood immediately.

“How about this, we do this and if you don’t like it, or I go too far, you don’t have to pay me. Deal?”

SooRi bit her lip and thought about it for a moment. That was a great offer, she honestly didn’t know what she was getting into. But just looking at Minseok, she could tell she would be kissing the bulk of next month’s paycheck goodbye.



“But I have a few conditions.”

Minseok jerked back a bit but motioned for her to proceed.

“Nothing too rough. I mean, no slapping, no kicking or anything like that. I’d prefer not to be blindfolded, or humiliated and no video taping. That’s all I can think of so far.”

Minseok openly laughed but nodded in understanding, “I think I got it.”

The two finished their dinner somewhat awkwardly on SooRi’s part and Minseok walked her to the entrance of the restaurant. He flagged down a cab for her and paid for her ride back to her apartment.

“You already paid for dinner. I could have paid my cab fare-”

“No, no, no. Allow me.”

“Well…thank you, Minseok.”

Minseok smirked and walked closer to her, one arm around her waist as his other hand cupped her jaw. He brushed his lips teasingly against hers, smirk widening at her quick inhalation of air.

He pulled back, teeth capturing her bottom lip in a playful bite.

“Pleasure is all mine.”                        

But that was the last SooRi heard from Kim Minseok.

SooRi ran her fingers through her hair and released a sigh as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. It had been almost two weeks since she’d contacted Minseok and she honestly had no plans to. After returning home after her dinner with the man, she realized how crazy this whole idea was; she was an elementary school teacher with an image to uphold, not some sex crazed vixen that hires male escorts to satisfy herself.

No, not Choi SooRi.

She was just going to go home, have a nice glass of wine and watch Netflix until she fell asleep. She unlocked her door, only to find it already unlocked. Her defenses immediately went up as she took cautious steps into her home.


‘Wow, SooRi, because an intruder is totally gonna come out and announce themselves.’

She slowly closed her door and walked further into her home until she saw a figure in the living room. Slitting her eyes to see more clearly, she stepped into the room and gasped a bit as the familiar face turned toward her with an amused grin.


Minseok smiled and stepped closer to her, running his fingertips over her soft leather couch, “Mhm…I see you still remember who I am, though I was a bit concerned when you didn’t contact me. Now why is that?”

SooRi ignored his question and took a step to the side in an attempt to keep distance between them.

“How did you know where I lived? How did you get into my house?”

“You know, it’s rude to answer a question with a question and here you’ve asked two back to back. But I found your address because you unsurprisingly put that information on Facebook, which by the way is a horrible idea. And like most forgetful people, you leave a spare key under your mat. Now,” he sauntered over to her still surprised body, “will you answer my question?”

SooRi fiddled with the straps of her purse feeling a lot like a little kid being scolded. But really, she didn’t think he’d take it upon himself to find her on some random day. Didn’t he have other clients?

“Look, I’m really sorry that I wasted your time, but I just cannot do this.”

Minseok sighed as she walked over to her window and followed her silently. He opened his mouth to speak when she made eye contact with him again, but was cut off before he even sucked in a breath.

“I know you want to know why, but do I really owe you an explanation? I mean, you’ve probably had clients change their minds all the time, no offense.”

She grimaced at the way his eyebrows rose in offense, all the while trying not to notice how amazing he looked in his fitted black long sleeve shirt and equally fitted jeans. He’d even taken his shoes off…how sweet of him.

She put on her teacher voice and smiled warmly at him to soothe over the situation a little, “Now, I’m sorry it has to be like this, and there isn’t anything wrong with you, but I no longer require your services, so if you’d be so kind as to follow me to the door-”

Being a teacher that handles rambunctious children prepares you for many surprises and makes you think on your toes but SooRi was not anticipating have the wind knocked out of her as she was pushed back against her work desk and picked up, by her ass no less, to sit on the cold granite surface with a man standing snug in between her thighs. Who even would anticipate that?

Minseok didn’t even give the woman a chance to speak before his lips were on hers. He brought one hand up to hold her head in place as her mind tuned into the situation she was in and his other hand tightly gripped her hair. She did say rough, remember.

When SooRi finally got her hands up to push him back, but not much, she looked into his now deep brown eyes and bit her lip.

She had a feeling she wasn’t getting out of this one.

“What are you doing?”

Minseok smirked and licked her bottom lip teasingly, gaze never leaving her own.

“Helping you. You and I both know you’ll regret it if I leave now.”

He tightened his grip in her hair and yanked her toward him, sliding his hand from her face down in between her legs to her long neglected center.

“Let me help you have no regrets, beautiful.”

SooRi didn’t think she could have nodded any harder and faster than she had, but she had no time to ponder over it as her lips were claimed in a harsh clash of tongues and teeth. Her position made her skirt ride up and Minseok took that to his full advantage, rubbing teasing circles around  her clit with his middle finger. A moan threatened to rip from her throat but Minseok bit her lip hard and stilled his finger. SooRi groaned, trying to grind against him, but a hard tug at her roots stopped that nonsense before she even had a rhythm going.

“No, that isn’t how we’re doing this. You have to let me play at my own pace first and get a feel of you. You wanted rough, right? You aren’t in control here, I am. I’m in charge of your body, I get to make you feel good and I get to determine when, where and how I’m gonna make you cum. Understand?”

SooRi felt a straight up shiver go down her spine, “Y-Yes.”

Minseok growled and pulled her closer, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her lips, “Excuse me?”

“Yes, sir?” she tired cautiously, attempting to control her urge to kiss him again.

“Hm, good girl.”

He pecked her lips and moved down to place little nips on her neck. She moaned and watched as he gracefully took his time, leaving marks along her neck and undoing the buttons of her blouse at the same time.

Talent, she noted.

Minseok kissed his way to her bra covered chest and smiled at the light pink lacy item.

“Pretty. Such a shame…”

“What do you-”

Minseok swiftly stood up and brought his hands behind SooRi’s back. He grabbed the clasp and literally ripped the back of the bra open, throwing the now useless intimate to the ground before taking a nipple into his mouth.

It was amazing how he would be slow and sensual then fast and rough in the blink of an eye. SooRi whimpered at the feel of teeth on her chest, wanting to close her eyes, but too afraid to look away from the man sliding his tongue down to the waistband of her skirt.

He sent a boyish look up at her, “Don’t worry, I won’t rip this off too.”

Minseok unzipped the tight article of clothing and threw it somewhere before settling on his knees, staring right at her center. Using his teeth to pull her panties down, hands coming to help him remove the damp cloth from her legs, Minseok placed a teasing lick to her clit.

She gripped his hair and moaned loud enough make her apartment’s walls shake. She felt her legs being spread and her hips being dragged closer to the edge of the desk. Minseok spread her lips with his tongue, dipping in before pulling back slightly.

“You want it?”

“Yes, oh God, yes.”

Minseok narrowed his eyes and smacked her thigh a bit harder than he had planned to. “That isn’t how we answer.”

“Yes, sir.”

Minseok smiled proudly up at her before burying his face in her wetness. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, but somehow SooRi managed to do it, all the while panting and moaning like a seasoned porn star. The feeling of his lips closing around her clit and sucking, his tongue flicking in and out of her, and the sounds, oh God, the sounds of him attempting to suck her dry was too much to handle, and that’s exactly why she came on his tongue, grinding slowly against his lips.

Minseok growled and slapped her thigh, standing at his full height and crushing his lips onto hers. “I told you that I would be the one to tell you when to cum and you didn’t listen.”

He took no time in taking off his shirt, giving SooRi almost no time to marvel at his solid body. He unbuttoned his pants not even pulling them down as he grabbed his hard cock and stroked it.

“I hope you aren’t tired baby, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”

SooRi didn’t know how many times she had cum, she had lost count after the fourth time, or how many times her neighbor had come by to knock on the door because of the noise.

All that she knew and felt was Minseok.

He was currently tightly gripping her hip as he pounded into her from behind. SooRi tried to keep a grip on the couch, but her slick hands made that pretty much impossible. Being sore tomorrow was an understatement.

Minseok bit down on her ear and chuckled, “You can’t even get a grip can you? That’s how good I’m fucking you. I want you to remember this. I want you to remember every mark I’ve left on you, the feeling of my tongue on your clit, how good I feel inside of you, and how many times you’ve cum on this dick. Can you remember that for me? Huh?”

The gentle ache of her shoulders and the feeling of being penetrated over and over again made SooRi almost forget the question until a stinging slap was placed on her already red behind.

“Yes, sir.”

Minseok released her arms and spun her around, palming her still wet entrance as he guided them both to the floor. He entered her again, welcoming her suffocating tightness that surrounded him immediately. He roughly snapped his hips against her, grunting with every jerky motion. He looked down at the woman that was practically a stranger to him; her body was covered in marks, some his teeth and lips left behind and others finger prints. Her eyes were lidded heavily but she never looked away from him and that gaze of utter adoration and lust almost made him cum a few times himself but he held out because he really did want her to remember him.

He rubbed her clit with his thumb and grinned as she bit her lip and tried not to cum without his permission again. He’d trained her so well.

Minseok gripped her throat and pulled her body off of the carpet, resting his sweaty forehead against her own. He pecked her lips, biting again as he started to thrust faster. His grip around her neck slacked a bit as he placed another kiss to her lips before pulling back slightly so that she could still feel his words.

“Do you wanna cum again, baby?”

“Yes sir, ah, please.”

Minseok sealed their lips again as she came, shivering and moaning. He gripped her hair again as he snapped his hips roughly and finally released inside of her, panting against her face.

As SooRi came down from her high, she closed her eyes and cursed to herself.

‘Goodbye, paycheck.’