Those transtrenders need to stop giving real trans people a bad name with their fake, made up genders! Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go update my blog where I pretend to be a 14-year-old who identifies as a cinnamon raisin bagel
Lunch: 2 apple and pork sausages on a toasted cinnamon raisin bagel, water, and tea
Dinner: chargrilled chicken breast with a red pepper, sweetcorn, and black turtle bean rice, smoky sweet sauce, and spring onion (I know, I know, store-bought microwave meals are bad for you, but I saw the words “BBQ chicken” and I missed home - at least it’s one of the more “healthy choice” options from Sainsbury’s “My Goodness!” brand), and lots of water (2 glasses instead of 1) because it was way more spicy than I was expecting
Dessert: clotted cream ice cream and fresh strawberries (soooooo yummy oh my god it’s the next best thing to having actual scones with clotted cream and jam)
Hungry? This is breakfast perfection - cinnamon and raisin bagel with butter and a toasted sesame bagel with hummus, tomato and avocado. Paired with a cappuccino as your caffeine fix and a hot vanilla (steamed milk with vanilla essence) as your sweet touch, you have the best breakfast combo.
A/N: This is the first scenario I write for any member of BTS and the third scenario I write in general, so sorry if it’s shit. I dedicate this to @bangtan-bunny, who requested a Namjoon scenario. The plot of this was inspired by one of @jonahryan‘s AUs. Feel free to give me any feedback or request anything.
“Mommy, I want the raisin bagel! I WANT IT! I WANT IT!” The child was having a tantrum and yelling at his mother as if he had just seen a monster.
“I’ll just – OKAY CALM DOWN – have a small latte and a raisin bagel.” The child’s mother finally said, offering me an apologetic smile. I pressed her order onto the computer of the register and was relieved when she finally walked away with her screaming kid. Working at a café was by far the worst thing I could have ever decided to do, I hated annoying customers. Dealing with snobby businessmen, airheaded girls, and the frequent grumpy elders was not my cup of tea. But I had to pay for my college tuition somehow; it was either this or basically sell my body, which, trust me, was starting to sound like a better option every time I walked into this hell hole of a café.
“Good morning, what can I get for you?” I repeated for what seemed like the billionth time that morning when the next customer approached the counter. I took a better look at the man on the phone standing in front of me and holy fuck, he was hot. His hair was a weird light mint color and his skin a nice tan. He was so freakin’ attractive. I hoped I looked decent and smiled at him, waiting for his order. I looked at him for about 30 seconds, waiting for him to get off the phone.
“Just get me an iced macchiato…” he mumbled and continued speaking on his phone.
“Sure, what size?”
“Didn’t I say a medium?” He responded, looking annoyed as hell. I tried to keep my cool, not wanting to let my own annoyance show.
“No you didn’t, sorry, its gonna be 4,000 won. Name?” I spit back, bringing up the cup to write down his name.
“It’s Namjoon.” He swiped his card while still talking on the phone and walked away after I wrote his name on the cup.
Post workout meal inspired by my favorite lifespo @oatsnjen! Cinnamon raisin bagel with salted caramel Fluff Butter! Everything about this was AMAZING! My pup even wanted some hehe. Can I be Jen when I grow up (even though we’re probably about the same age 😂)?