i need a name for this big dumb

Chanyeol scenario - Bad things

Originally posted by missmanfreda

not requested

genre: angst, smut

Summary: As a trainee for SM, things can be very difficult, but having an enemy along side you can be even more of a challenge. Especially if your enemy has a soft spot just for you.

Warnings: studio sex, fingering

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I had to write something about Wes Weston. I think I’m in love.


Wes looked up at the white clock that hung just above the whiteboard, its second hand going slower the longer he stared at it. He needed the bell to ring and he needed it to ring now!

He needed to talk to Danny.

He’d been desperate to talk to the boy since yesterday but settled for waiting until today to do it. Of course, Danny had been late to school (probably due to him fighting ghosts or something. Wes didn’t know. He didn’t stalk the boy’s every move just because he knew he was Danny Phantom) which forced Wes to wait until the end of the school day to talk to Danny.

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What Happened w/ SS

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Normal, right. Just a random person complaining about a name they don’t like. Most just ignore it and move on. I pitched in and said basically what the first person said, “Once it leaves your lair, it’s not yours. Naming before you sell can help.”

The second I jump in, they complain some more and I send another explanation. Right before I hit send, I get this ping.

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Huh? So I go back and revise my original message as so:

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Okay? I literally don’t care and I guess we’re ignoring the fact that you just wrongly claim that I’M the one buying your ugly dragons and exalting them. Like I’d waste my time/money on ya.

I bring up the quote from them saying that I did all this and ask them to quit pinging me.

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Yeah, I could’ve been nicer, but at this point I’m just really done with this conversation and don’t have the patience for it. After this, I get three pings in a row saying that pings don’t hurt me and I need to get over it and they’re gonna ping me all they like, so I replied naturally.

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(Cornpops joke because they’re upset over their dragon being named Cornpops.)

They continue whining to others in their thread for a bit while maintaining that I’m the big bad wolf even though I didn’t buy their dumb dragons.

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At this point, I take a stroll through their lair and notice a lovely orca/mulberry/periwinkle RB who I buy and name “LUCKYCHARMS”. Not out of spite, actually, I’m going to keep her and breed fodder w/ her. Think I’ll name her mate “COCOAPUFFS”.

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They obviously notice as they go absolutely batshit. The following images just speak for themselves.

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Comments left on my userpage:

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So, in the end, like 3 different threads of theirs got deleted for being obviously rude and harassing others (all on the topic of “WE SHOULD BE ABLE TO FIND WHO EXALTS OUR DRAGONS”) but you know what? I’m feeling pretty lucky.

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I Came Back

Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, couple of nameless OCs

Word count: 600-ish

Warnings: Bit of angst, drinking, bit of fluff

A/N: This is my contribution to @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps Steph’s 500+ Followers and Birthday Challenge I hope this time I’m right with the deadline lol

Unbetad. So yeah, mistakes…

Song Prompt: She’s Not You by Elvis

[Feedback’s the best way to show your love] Tags under the cut.

I Came Back

The bartender places a fresh bottle and re-fills your glass as you asked. “It’s on the house,” he adds at your quizzical look.

He’s wearing a flirty smirk and his eyebrows are up. You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Thanks though,” you smile politely taking a swing of your free beer.

With a sigh you tap the wooden countertop with tingling fingers, following the rhythm of the 80’s one-hit-wonder playing in the background. The ugly guy that’s been eyeing you for past hour gathers enough courage to sit on the barstool next to yours. Helping your decision of going back to the motel after this one last drink.

But before you can even hop off your sit the door of the pub opens and in comes a tall guy. A hot, tall guy. A hot, tall guy you know a little too well. A hot, tall guy, you know a little too well, own your heart and is the reason you’re getting drunk right now.

You don’t turn around, not even when you hear his low raspy voice as he kicks ugly stinky guy out of his sit.

“Beat it.” It’s like a growl and then the dragging of the metal legs around the dirty concrete floor.

Through the mirror at the back wall you observe carefully as he licks his lips, grazing his lower one with white teeth and stares at you.

“Still here,” he asks after a minute or two.

You just shrug and take another sip of beer. “Had fun?” Is your turn to make a dumb question.

His eyebrows knit in confusion, you roll your eyes. “With big-boobed blondie!”   

Dean scoffs and your eyes finally meet his. “What you think… you think me and-”

“I don’t need to know’er name,” you interrupt with one hand up. Downing your whiskey in one final big chug, you shudder and slip off the barstool.  

“Look, I get it. We’re not together anymore-”

“Only because you wanted t-”

“I know! Anyways… I don’t need you to rub your one night stands in my face.” With two finger on your temple you salute him and turn to leave.

Dean has your old beer in hand, so you assume he’s just sticking around until he finish it before he heads back.

“Y/N. Wait!” The loud stomping of his boots accompany his voice.

You stop only when you’re already outside and wait for him to get to you. “What?”

He looks down at you with a sad smile and sighs. “I just need you to know I didn’t. I didn’t sleep with her.” His hands move to your arms and his thumbs caress the naked skin of your forearms.

“You want me to believe that after all that flirting and touching,” -you shudder again at the memory- “you didn’t sleep with her.That Dean Winchester, let the hottest woman in the bar tonight, just walk away and didn’t- ”

Plump soft lips against yours stop every sound coming from your mouth. And like something you’d been doing all your life and never stopped, you kiss him back. Leaning your body to his, sucking in the heat emanating from him. Fisting the rough fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer to you. Parting your lips to allow his sweet tongue to meet yours.

His big hands roam your body, settling in the back of your head; fingers tangling in your hair and on your lower back; pulling you impossibly closer to him, letting you know how much you still excite him.

Only when your lungs burn for air you break the kiss and take a big ragged breath.

“I came back for her,” Dean whispers and you just blink no knowing what he’s talking about. “I came back to take the hottest woman back to my room with me.”

“What? But she was-”

“No,” he sweetly drags a few stranded hairs behind your ear and cups your cheek. “She wasn’t you.”

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–– ♡ ❛ + VERSE/OTP NAME IDEAS [ PART 2 ] !

       there are a lot of master lists like these based on songs. and songs are great, but, as a movie lover, i decided to put together a bunch of quotes from movies to be used for the same purpose. so under the cut you’ll find 178 movie quotes that can be used as otp/verse names. these are organized by movie title and some may even fit a brotp. hope it comes in handy to any of you!

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rashaka  asked:

Bellarke prompt: "Can I touch you?"

So, this innocuous little prompt you sent me some 2199 odd days ago set in motion the writing of a Supernatural Bellarke AU that’s been bouncing around the back of my brain for months. I’m loving it but it’s taking longer to get out than I expected. I’m hoping that I’ll post it before Halloween, but, until then, I hope you enjoy this little ditty that popped into my head after I went on my angst-fest the other night.


The first time he really sees the scars on her face is when they’re all sitting round the fire. No one else notices. Of course, no one is watching her the way he is. It’s only been a day but it’s felt like a year. He keeps looking at her like she might disappear in a moment and she keeps looking at him and then looking away, always with this little shake of her head, like maybe he’s a trick of the light. 

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C: I admit that I get an it envious of my friends because their parents take care of them; they’re able to save money, go out, and live their young adult lives. I’m not sure if this is a thing in black families, but I’m tired of being told I’m not helping out family or I’m being “manipulated” by my boyfriend if I want to keep my money to myself once in awhile. I was expected to get a job as soon as I was of age (16). This meant that I immediately had to start paying my own phone bill, pay to get my car fixed, help out, etc. I don’t mind helping my family out, but I feel like I’m taken advantage of: 1. Because I’m the middle child; my younger sister is a troubled teen, stripping at 17, and my older sister has her own family. 2. I let my mom make me think that as soon as I turned 18, we’d apply for me my first credit card to help build my credit, now, two years later, I have three credit cards & I’m in over $5000 in credit card debt. I was so excited to get approved for some of the big name credit card companies & I was SURE I would not fall into the stereotype of having bad credit. But now I’m not so sure.

I have a college debit checking account which is linked to my mom’s and I noticed to she withdrew $20 that I didn’t consent to. I could unlink it, but that would require me to ask her to also sign off (which is a dumb policy) or I could upgrade to a regular checking account which I can’t really afford (because of fees & I work part-time and need to make time for school/studying).

I wasn’t even allowed to see my credit cards. She got them in the mail before I could and changed all information to hers.

My boyfriend makes good points about the fact that she’s always vacationing in Cali or out at happy hour, meanwhile, I can barely manage to afford my bills PLUS the credit card debt. I always have to pick and choose what to pay for. And I also feel bad bc my boyfriend will literally spend his last time to ensure we do something fun & it stresses me out bc he’s figuring out his career too & I want to treat him for being so kind and hardworking.

I feel like I can rely on him more than anyone tbh. I got a flat tire on my way home from work with only enough cash to get a replacement tire & nothing else. My mom asked if he would pick me up before she offered and basically complained about the drive time. I didn’t even push the conversation; I just called him and without hesitation dropped everything to pick me up, get me a spare tire, and change it for me; all while following me to make sure my car was okay.

I have a good relationship with my mother, but this is super hard to address because my feelings just end up being dismissed or I’m letting my boyfriend “control my life.”

I just want my finances in order. It’s already hard enough trying to pay for school and have a fighting chance in this world, but now I have this to deal with.

Just wanted to write this out

And get it out of my head.

To which Sans has a panther or (snow) tiger tail and ears, becomes bigger than Red who he becomes attached to and becomes his current owner.

Hmmm … phrased it wrong?

Ok, to which Red took Sans who is a snow tiger cub as his pet. The tiger grows to be bigger than him in a couple of years (roughly 4 where Sans stops growing) and Sans becomes very attached and overprotective of his owner.

Part 1 - New Owner

He had been sold and brought back to the pet store time and time again.

Complaints of him being a destructive force or how he refused to obey orders. The tiger scoffed and didn’t care to hear the scolding he got after each return.

He didn’t like his owner. Simple as that. But of course, freedom wasn’t a choice. He was trapped here.

“Hey, you freak,” the skeleton tiger cub glared at him as he opened his cage. “Someone is interested in buying you again. And don’t look at me like that brat. I already warned him what a pain you’d be.”

The tiger growled lowly but followed the caretaker regardless. ‘Great. Another one.’

Just because he was rare, doesn’t make him a plaything for entertainment.

They reached the room where transactions occurred and the cub’s eye sockets widened. It was a skeleton monster like him, minus the ears and tail of course. And red eye lights met his blank ones.

“This is him.” The tiger growled and glared at the caretaker when he was nudged forward. Stars what he’d do to scratch the monster’s face. “Are you still sure you want him? He has quite the record for being troublesome.”

“Nah. He’s perfect.” The cub looked to the skeleton monster.

“Perfect? Pffft. Whatever you say. That’ll be 500 gold.”

The tiger gritted his teeth and was practically baring his fangs. That wasn’t his normal price. He was usually sold for 100; especially with having such a problematic record. Of course no one would pay that much for hi—

“All right.”

The skeleton cub whipped his head up to his buyer. ‘What?! Is he insane?’

“Woah, really?” Even the caretaker couldn’t believe it.

“There a problem?”

“O-Oh, uh, no. Not at all. Well, I mean, you’re willing to pay that much? For him?”

For once, even the skeleton tiger had to agree. He really wasn’t worth it.

“Again, you have a fucking problem with it?” The caretaker got to work, not wanting to irritate his customer further. And the transaction went without a cinch.

The cub was still processing what just happened. He was taken out of his stupor when his new owner crouched down to his level and waved a hand in front of him.

“Hey, you okay?” The same hand was moving forward to touch his head. The tiger flinched at the movement; however, and his owner stopped and pulled his hand away. “Right. Sorry ‘bout that.”

The tiger felt confused when the latter stood up and shot him a grin. “Wanna go and leave this dump already? My place ain’t that big, but it’s better than this.”

The cub found himself kind of liking this one. He was … different. Still, it was too early to judge. The little one followed his new owner with caution.

Who knows what he’s up against.

Part 2 - New Name

The house he was going to be living in was … pretty nice. Kind of cozy … and homey.

“Oh right, I need to name you?”

The cub grimaced. 'If it’s precious, or cutiepie, or snowy, or something dumb, I’m going to become your worst nightmare.’

“I’m not really fucking good with names … Hmm …” His owner seemed to be thinking pretty hard on one. And red eye lights looked right at him. “What about Sans?”

’… Without?’

“Pretty cool, right? Sans. Without. Without what? Who the fuck knows.” His owner smirked. “Adds a little bit of mystery right?”

It was certainly better than the previous names he’d gotten. So he supposed it wasn’t bad.

“D-Do you like it? Do you want a different one?” His owner now looked unsure, but the cub was more than surprised to be given a choice in the matter.

Still, he nodded that it was fine. He liked the name enough.

The uncertainty was still evident on his owner’s face. This certainly felt like he was seeing a new side to the monster from what he’d shown at the store. “Shit. I should’ve just asked this. Did you wanted to be called by something? You can name yourself if you want.”

’… I … can?’

His owner grabbed a piece of paper and pencil and went towards him. “You can read and write, right?”

The tiger nodded and was handed said materials.

“Feel free to write whatever name you want down, and I’ll start calling you that.”

His owner was really … different.

“Oh, right. I’m Red by the way. I know, lame, right? Who names their kid a colour?”

The phone rang at that precise moment, and Red went to answer it. Leaving the cub to think about a name for himself.

Several minutes passed before Red came back into the room he left the tiger in. “Thought of one yet?”

The latter nodded and walked to give him the paper.

When the skeleton took it, eye sockets widened in surprise. In big bold letters, it spelled: 'SANS’.

The bright smile he got from Red made Sans feel weird … and happy. He kind of liked seeing that smile.

“It’s a bit late but, welcome to your new home, Sans.”

And for the first time in a long while, Sans smiled.

'Home, huh.’

There’s going to be part 3 and 4 but i got tired. Orz

Will post them when i get the energy. _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

i don’t know how likely it is that the video dan was talking about will be a coming out video, but it makes sense considering his views on sexuality, especially in current years. he’s gone on a number of rants about it not being important to self identify and how societies obsession with labels is dumb, but also hasn’t tried to hide his attraction to boys and mentioned how important it is for representation in the media. it makes sense for him to make a video about his experiences with crushes on boys or something like that rather than a serious ‘here’s how i identify’ video. if he decides to do this, i’ll be really proud of him for not only using his name to represent the lgbt+ community, but for just being open with himself too

Okay PSA

I’ve seen people (awful, horrible, clueless people) still blaming Freddie for this game and like ???? HOW? He was the only guy that showed up for the game! Couple others trickles in for the 3rd but that’s about it!

Soooooooo PSA if you’re going to fucking blame Andersen for the game and say they need to trade him (yeah like I said dumb people) please learn how to spell his damn name! It’s AndersEn not AndersOn! Because like I blame AndersOn for tonight’s loss too, he was pretty good (lol yeah right no we sucked it was all out fault tonight) just if you’re gunna take the time to be a dick, at least put in the effort.

Okay carry on that’s just a really big pet peeve of mine 🤷🏼‍♀️

Blind Love | Mark + Male Reader

pairing: Mark Tuan x male! reader

genre: fluff and maybe a little bit of angst

warnings: no warnings apply

summary: Mark Tuan can see the color that his soulmate gave to him, but his soulmate with only be able to live in a world of monochrome.

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Hi I’m sorry but I need to gush about my sad and gay and probably unrequited crush. Her name is Stevie and she is so goddamn cute? She’s so fricking pretty like she has these really nice short brown curly locks that are always a damn mess but its honestly even more endearing and cute that way?She has glasses and really big blue eyes and her smile’s radiant and it makes my heart stop and i forget my name for a second its so dumb i hate it! She has this really soft and kinda quiet gentle voice and she’s really funny and sarcastic and I have a bunch of classes with her but we’re not really friends and it makes me sad bc sometimes shes really talkative and sometimes i get like nothing really text or even sometimes in person and i’ve liked her since the beginning of the semester and shes just really great and i want to be that person who can tell her how great she is and how amazing and cute and funny and everything but I know that’s really never going to happen and it makes me sad

anonymous asked:

Hi I was just searching here and I saw a lot of the MobTale/Fell/Swap imagines and they are really good, as far as imagines I've seen. And I was wondering maybe you could do this scenario with MT and MF Sans: S/O has been in a relationship before and it wasn't very pleasant. Verbal, sexual, physical abuse. Almost been kidnapped. What will be their reactions?

Ummm… yes. About the verbally, sexually, and physically abused ask I sent. Add the fact that S/O’s ex is part of a rival mob and S/O escaped and has a lot of information about said mob, thus being hunted down.


Hello! I’m sorry if I’m notifying you too much about my ask (the one about s/o being abused, verbally, sexually, and physically), add MORE the fact that s/o met MT/MF Sans while  running away from the henchmen following her. Sorry if I have to post these in separate asks. It’s 1:30 and my brain is officially fried. Sorry.


It’s cool. Just for future reference, please submit any ask like this. I’m on mobile and it would help so much.


Big Fella (Mt Sans): Big Fella is going to protect you. When he first met you, all he saw was you running from a rival gangs men and he thought at best he could get some info from you. Of course, you had extremely useful info… but then he actually got to know you and he fell in love. He didn’t know about your past until Tiny pointed out your mannerisms. Then he questioned you and well, when he found out about your ex he was pissed. Big Fella doesn’t like other people damaging his things. So he makes it his own personal mission to make that gangs life a living hell. Beforehand, their rivalry was mainly one sided. BF wouldn’t engage with them unless provoked but now it was personal.

Boss Daddy (Mf Sans): Like BF, this guy only saw you a potential upperhand at first. Then he thought ’… i could tap that…’ and he did. Multiple times. And slowly he fell in love with you. He didn’t want to admit that he got attached but he did. He was utterly devoted to you. One night, he was talking to PB about you  (he consults his brother about any new person brought in) and he wondered aloud why you were always a little jumpy. PB was surprised that Boss Daddy hadn’t picked up that you were abused. He definitely overestimated his brothers deduction skills. So he tells BD and BD immediately goes to you and demands to know the fuckers name. Don’t worry, he isn’t mad at you. He just wants to deal with the asshole who was dumb enough to hurt you.


Sorry this took so long. And uhhh holy crap guys. I have like 20 asks. Don’t worry I’m not closing the askbox but still.  Holy crap.

I edited an arm out of a screencap.  Enjoy his dumb face.

I do have a non-Oleg pic in the works but I need a big stretch of free time and the right frame of mind to get it done.

Despite being in both games I will not be tagging any characters that cross over with Saints Row because I am anal retentive. I don’t know if I should use both spellings of his name though.

It was just a stupid wish

Me and my best friend Luke are almost the same person. Except I’m white and gay and he’s black and straight. Also his name is Luke and my name is Aaron. We both love soccer, we both are pretty dumb and we both spend a lot of time at the gym. We’re basically the same person. And then there’s one more BIG difference.

I invited Luke over for a sleepover tonight, not a gay thing just a friend thing, chill. We stayed up playing video games and texting and talking about stupid things. At one point, Luke decided to go to bathroom. Me, being into the video game must have not noticed and decided I needed to go aswell. I walked into the bathroom and saw Luke jerking off to a picture of a nude woman. We both screamed, him because I had walked in on him, but me because he had the biggest dick I had ever seen. I was already tenting in my pants from the couple seconds I had seen it. It had to be at least a foot long.

I went outside and was freaking out and trying to not have an erection. I finially calmed and came back inside and he was acting like nothing happened. I decided to do the same. We played for about 2 more hours and he decided he wanted to sleep. But I couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking about the snake inside of Luke’s pants I didn’t know about. I wanted it. Not like I normally do, like to have sex with him, but I want to have a dick as long as his.

I decided to make a wish. “I wish I had Luke’s dick.” I would come to regret that choice of words later. That must have worked to help me sleep because immediately after I saw a white light and got knocked out. 

I woke up feeling groggy and walked into the bathroom to see my best friend staring back at me in the mirror. I shrieked and walked back out. Sure enough, there was the old me sleeping soundly. I woke myself up and we both screamed not knowing how or why this happened. 

We decided since now I had already seen his dick and he had seen mine a long while back we could take showers and not worry about seeing each others cocks. He took one first and it was especially quick. Once he came out, I went in. I knew exactly what I wanted to do so I looked up porn he would’ve liked to have watched and waited. But I couldn’t get aroused. So I looked up gay porn and sure enough I got hard in seconds. All 12 inches of his massive cock in its glory. I went to town and massaged this massive meat. I busted a load all over the bathroom so I cleaned it up and took my shower. 

As I left the shower I saw a note I was sure wasn’t there when I got in. “Hope you’re enjoying your gift. You get a day in Luke’s body with his cock you wanted. The spell will wear off as you sleep. I also swapped your orientations  so you don’t have to worry about liking women

P.S. do NOT masturbate or the swap will be sealed. You may have sex but you can’t cum by yourself.

Love, your guardian angel.”

I started panicking. How was I gonna tell Aaron, I mean Luke?

I just decided not to and I left the bathroom.

“Hey Luke, took long enough bro”

“Huh?” confused why he called me Luke.

“What were you watching gay porn? Don’t worry I don’t judge just because I’m straight”

Luke had completely forgotten he used to be me. In an instant, Luke’s old memories came into my head. I could play it off like I was always him. Now, Luke is black and gay and me. And Aaron is a white straight guy with a small cock. But, Aaron got us to the championships. So, fair trade I think.

What’s Better Than Studying?

Ryan Murray x Reader

Team: Columbus Blue Jackets

Warnings: Implied sexual themes, mentions of Geography

POV: Second Person

Summary: Ryan helps (Y/n) destress from overstudying and stuff

Originally posted by jamiebenntrash

Your name: submit What is this?


No, the other projection. 

That’s not the right type of diffusion!

That’s five, not six. 

Wrong language!

Look at the shape, it’s clearly based around the bottom meaning-

“Ugh!” You threw your hands up in the air, your pencil flying across the room. 

This practice test was not going the way you expected. 

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Too Much Energy

Request: 6 with Yoongi

6) You and your bias run into your ex.

Prompt list can be found here

Member: BTS Suga x Y/N

Type: angst/fluff

Yoongi grumbled again as his sneakers slid along the pavement. I put emphasis on the word “slide” because he was putting so little of an effort into actually walking. 

“Yoongi,” I mumbled, tugging on his hand. “Can you be a little more enthusiastic?” 

“There’s sunlight, I’m not sitting, and it’s so hot,” he moaned, tilting his head back on his shoulders. He squinted up to the sky.

“My love,” I sighed, shaking my head. “If you walked a little more quickly you will not only be out of the sunlight, but sitting IN air conditioning.”

“If I would have know it was this far, I would’ve suggested taking the bus,” Yoongi muttered, shooting me a look.

This comment made me stop. I heaved a large sigh and spun on my heel. “Turn around Yoongi.”

He gave me a questioning look as he spun as well and looked behind us. 

“Do you see where that stop light is?” I asked, pointing into the distance about a block away. Yoongi nodded and looked back at me, still giving a bit of attitude. 

“That is where your dorm is,” I concluded. I spun the opposite way, dragging him with me. I pointed to about a block further away.

“You see that boba sign?” He nodded again. “That is where we’re going.”

“…so a cab would’ve been more applicable?” he asked. I groaned and grabbed his hand again, pulling him down the sidewalk. 

“If you wouldn’t have stayed up so late in the studio,” I muttered, trudging along. 

“I had to finish that song!” Yoongi gasped. “And it’s cold…and dark in there.”

“And you even get to sit,” I said, saying it like it made the most sense in the world. 

“You get me jagi,” he nodded. I chuckled, shaking my head and pulling open the door of the boba shop. 

“What do you want?” he asked, pulling his wallet from his jeans. 

“Mmm taro flavor?” I said, squinting up at the menu board. He nodded and placed a quick kiss on my temple. 

“Go sit,” he sighed. “I’ll order.”

“Thanks Min Genius ,” I smiled. I turned and began navigating the dining area and plopping down. 

In a few minutes, I felt a shadow appear at the table and didn’t bother looking up from my phone, assuming it was Suga. 

“Hey,” a confident voice whispered. It took a moment for my brain to register the interaction as the person slid into the chair across from me at the table. “It’s been a long time beautiful. You’re just as pretty as the last time  I saw you.”

My breath hitched and I was scared to lift my eyes from my screen. Panic had set in and turned my blood to ice. 

“Minjae,” I breathed. 

“Princess,” he cooed. “I didn’t even know you lived around here anymore. What a coincidence.” I looked up to see a gentle smile plastered on his handsome face. Such a facade he managed to uphold. The gentle, handsome man who was the ideal boyfriend. If only people could hear the words he had spoken to me, seen the bruises he had placed on my skin. 

I placed my phone on the table as his hand reached out, softly pushing away a piece of my hair from my forehead. I instinctually turned away from his touch. I didn’t want any part of his fingers touching me. I had heard it took the body seven years to shed skin cells and I was so looking forward to the day that no part of my body had ever been touched by him. 

“Yeah, I’m going to need you to get up,” Yoongi’s harsh tone said from behind me. He reached around and set my bubble tea in front of me and kept a hand on my shoulder. 

“Yoongi…this is Minjae,” I said quietly, wilting. Yoongi’s eyes grew wide. He knew that name and he knew what he had done to me. “Minjae, this is my boyfriend, Yoongi.”

“Ah, so you’re the big rock star from Daegu,” Minjae chuckled. “Saving the princess.”

“Do you realize how dumb you look right now?” Yoongi asked, pulling up a chair and sitting beside me instead. He placed a protective hand on my knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Thanks for your time…uh, what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” Minjae chuckled. “But your girl did…

…she was even screaming it not too long ago.”

“Alright asshole, outside,” Yoongi said, springing up. “You aren’t going to talk about her like that, to her like that, or even in her near vicinity like that.”

“You wanna go?” Minjae asked, lifting his eyebrows. I thought I was going to stop breathing. I loved Yoongi so much, but Minjae was twice his size. 

“Yeah, let’s go!” Yoongi nodded confidently, standing. 

“Yoongji,” I hissed as he stood and began to follow Minjae out of the cafe. 

“Yoongi,” I hissed again. 

He gave me a glare, instructing with a simple facial expression to stay silent. I followed, feeling like I had weights strapped to all of my appendages. I knew Minjae’s strength and I didn’t want to see it used against my boyfriend. 

Minjae slammed into the door of the cafe and stepped outside. I held my breath as Yoongi took ahold of the door. 

And then promptly closed it. 

He held onto the bar and spun the lock, locking the entrance to the cafe. He stood there, a sly smirk on his face as he lifted his hand to the window and stuck out his middle finger. 

I couldn’t hear, but saw Minjae yell, slamming a fist into the glass of the door. 

“Is everything okay sir?” one of the cafe workers asked, stopping by. 

“Just give it five minutes,” Yoongi nodded, a smug look on his face. “I apologize for the inconvenience.” 

The cafe worker nodded, giving Yoongi and I a curious look before moving on and cleaning a table. 

We watched in silence as Minjae stomped around, yelling obscenities we couldn’t understand before finally pacing off. As his figure was lost in the distance, Yoongi slid the doors to unlock and took my hand, walking back to the table. 

“Now can you try not to get into trouble the next time I leave you alone?” Yoongi chuckled, plopping down. Before I could even sit, I placed both of my hands on either side of his face and gave him a deep kiss. He pulled back in surprise and coughed. Yoongi was not the biggest on skin ship and sometimes it was hard for me to respect that. 

“Thank you,” I whispered, trying to keep tears from slipping out of my eyes. 

Yoongi gave me a gummy smile. “Of course jagi, but please don’t make me go outside for awhile…all of this takes too much energy.”

Originally posted by yoonkooks


Sometimes I just don’t understand people.

Group 1:
A couple who literally stood in my lobby making out, making the most disgusting kissing noises on the face of the earth.

Group 2:
Old people who didn’t like where I sat them and instead of telling me and asking me to move, the sat there and waited 20 MINUTES and then asked the server to be moved. In the middle of a dinner rush. On Friday. What could have taken 30 seconds is now taking an additional wait time of 10 minutes and guests giving me the evil eye.

Group 3:
Guy who is dumb enough, apparently, to not know his own name. We paged him about 6 times and then called out his name. When no one showed up, we put his name on hold and moved on. 15 minutes later we called him repeatedly AGAIN. Nothing. We made eye contact with him and said “Gus party of 2?” And he said “no that’s not me”. So we sat another party. He then comes up, furious, and demands to know why we sat someone who came in after him.
Coworker: you’re Gus? We called you and you didn’t come up so we sat someone else.
Him: I don’t understand.
Coworker: we called you. You didn’t come up. We sat. Someone. Else.
Me: I made eye contact with you. I asked you If it was you. You said it wasn’t you so I took someone else. Now, because YOU didn’t show up, you’re going to have to wait.
At that point, he gave me a death glare and sat down and waited for the next table.

Group 4:
Group of a few ladies.
Me: hi! How many for us today? :)
Lady: it’s five :)
Me: fantastic. And can I have a name please?
Lady in the back who I wasn’t talking to: SHE SAID IT WAS 5. CANT YOU LISTEN?!
Me: *equally as loud* I KNOW IT’S 5. I ASKED FOR A NAME
Lady Loudmouth: 5!!!
Me: …
First Lady who I was actually talking to: it’s Maria, please.

Group 5:
Group of ladies and a few kids. Went to go seat them only to find out they didn’t count one of the children which means the table I was going to was no longer big enough and that they were going to have to wait longer. One of the ladies started yelling at me because she doesn’t know how to count. Not my problem you’re dumb.

I need a drink lol

anonymous asked:

Going through your blog and landing on the kail-Javi phone situation is so funny. Who cares what Javi has kail under on his phone. My mom has my dad under Dummy, and my sister under witch, but I don't see anything wrong with it and neither does my 12 year old brother. It's not a big deal and it's not that serious, especially if he's not calling her that to her face. She shouldn't have went through his phone in the first. Who cares about a lock, she had 0 right

Clearly we have different opinions. Isaac doesn’t need to be reading his moms name in Javi’s phone like that. And I mean.. don’t want your phone gone through or easily taken, have a passcode 🤷🏼‍♀️ Not that big of a deal but I’m sure as hell not leaving my phone around with no protection because I’m not dumb enough to think people mind their business all the time.

I’m struggling with how to remunerate people who are willing to proofread my .mobi story editions. I don’t even need them to read the body text, just check formatting and readability on whatever device they have that I don’t have. But that’s too big a favor to ask for free.

Also I’m clearing the heck out of the files’ metadata. Author’s name is brightephemera, thanks.