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Gang au, Bambam and Y/N, Y/N finds out he's in a gang but not from him and she's hurt just bc he didn't tell her and she's worried about him lololol idk

“I don’t understand, Bammy! Why wouldn’t you tell me? Why did I have to find out through Jackson?” you cried, slightly angry at your boyfriend, but also terrified that Jackson was right and that BamBam could potentially be in a gang.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry! I was going to tell you, I really was but then a bunch of other stuff happened at the same time and everything got really crazy and I just didn’t know how!” BamBam pleaded; you looked away from him, tears building behind your eyes and threatening to spill as you tried to formulate your thoughts.

“I just…I just don’t want you to get hurt,” you whispered, wiping your eyes quickly; BamBam shook his head and pulled you into his chest, rocking you back and forth lightly before reassuring you that everything would be alright and that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Give me a pairing, an AU, and I will write a three-sentence fic~

Girl’s Night

Summary: Nat and Wanda conspire to get you and Bucky together by getting you a little drunk during a girl’s night in.

Prompt(s): @canumoveyourseatup-no: So I looked at the prompt list and thought 4, 12, and 22 would make a hilarious combination with killer B. Or you can just choose one or a combination of two or whatever your heart desires.
4. “I’m too sober for this.”
12. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
22. “Did you just hiss at me?”

Warnings: none! This is all fluff and fun. :D Swearing maybe?

Word Count: 2368

Author’s Note: Ok these prompts are adorable. I’m sorry love I could only manage the first two. Hopefully you like it anyway. This was fun. :D


Originally posted by hothothotgg

You sat on the couch with your feet curled up, tangled with Wanda’s, a bowl of popcorn between you both and an enormous pitcher of margaritas on the coffee table in front of you. It had been far too long since you’d had a girl’s night so the two of you took full advantage while most of the Avengers were off shaking hands at some elegant Stark event.

Sam heard your peals of laughter from his room down the hall and came to join the fun. “Margaritas!” he sang with a slight dance, before pouring himself a glass from the pitcher.

“Hey Sam,” Wanda greeted as you tried to stifle your giggling.

“You ladies sound like you’re having fun, mind if I join?”

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Raphael x Reader

Requested by @onlyharryforever


“Raph!” You yelled and dived for the demon.

“(Y/N) … come on answer me.” Raphael called as he tried to get to you but you jumped back onto the roof with a chuckle.

“Seriously I’m tough, you thought an itty-bitty demon could get me?” You giggled and he rolled his eyes as Simon chuckled behind him.

“What were you thinking!” Raphael snapped and you rolled your eyes.

“Urm saving your life, seriously Raphael if I have to deal with Camille again I will eat Mundanes just to get rid of her.” You sighed dramatically and he rolled his eyes.

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Zayn and I were talking about who could really execute the vision of this song and the message behind it, and really do it in sort of like, a symbolic way. And, Grant Singer has always been someone I have looked up to, and just kind of looked at the work that he does and thought that it is really next level. He’s always kind of innovating and changing and evolving… .Getting to work with him was amazing. His enthusiasm is incredible. And then you kind of like get on the same level. When people are really enthusiastic you kind of rise to that. I’ve seen that happen like everywhere he goes on this set.
—  Taylor Swift on why she and Zayn selected Grant Singer to direct the IDWLF music video (x)
You're Ok

Prompt: Mark and Ty calming Eth down when he’s really stressed/anxious. Thank you @tythaningalltheway for the prompt!!
(Ps I didn’t know if you wanted it to be more shippy or just platonic so I tried to leave it open to interpretation)

Ethan groaned in frustration. All he wanted to do was finish editing this video for his channel so he could start working on some of Mark’s videos. But his computer decided now was the best time to do automatic updates. Ethan wasn’t as pissed as he was worried. He knew he needed to get at least one of Mark’s and one of his own videos done today or else he’ll be behind on editing. Ethan was already not putting out as much content as he thought he should be. Ever since he moved out to LA, his scheduling had been fucked up. He knew the others in the house had tried to make his transition as easy as possible. And it did help some. But it didn’t help that he could only edit when at the office and that Mark made a rule that no one was allowed to edit past 9 pm. Back home, Ethan was use to editing into the early hours of the morning. That was one way how he was able to get two videos out each and every day plus work on a lot of Mark’s content. Now he could only get at least one video uploaded a day and was barely getting through Mark’s videos.

Ethan didn’t realize he was hyperventilating until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Ethan jumped as he whipped around, scaring the other person as much as he scared himself.

“Woah there buddy,” A soothing voice said.
“I need you to breathe. Can you breathe, Ethan?”

It took a minute for Ethan to realize that the voice belonged to Mark.

Ethan’s first instinct was to run. He didn’t really know why, but he felt trapped and needed to get away.
That was, until big muscular arms engulfed him and scooped him up out of his chair. Ethan looked up to see Tyler’s face looking back at him with concern. Ethan wanted to cower away.

“Hey now Ethan.” Tyler said gently.
“You’re okay. Breathe.”

Ethan was a shaking mess by the time Tyler got him to the couch. Tyler started rubbing circles on his back. Ethan almost didn’t notice Mark placing a blanket around him.
Ethan turned his head and looked at him. Mark sighed and wiped his thumb under Ethan’s eye. Ethan was suddenly aware of wetness on his face and realized he must’ve been crying.

“Do you need anything, bud?” Mark ask in a soft tone.

“Could- could I have some water please?” Ethan asked timidly.

“Yeah of course.” Mark smiled.

As Mark made his way to their kitchenette, Ethan leaned into Tyler’s side. Tyler instantly started playing with Ethan’s hair. Ethan let out a little hum and closed his eyes.

“Feeling any better?” Tyler asked.

Ethan nodded.
“A bit. Thanks.”

“Do you wanna talk about what just happened over there?”

“I uh I-” Ethan could feel the anxiety rising back up.

Ethan’s eyes darted around frantically before locking eye contact with Mark.

Mark seemed to realize what was going on, or at least that Ethan needed help, and quickly came over to the couch.

“Here’s your water.“ Mark smiled.

Ethan took it gratefully and gulped it down.

“Its getting late we should head home soon.“ Mark said, looking at his watch.

“Sounds like a good idea to me. Ethan?” Tyler looked at him for a response.

“Huh?” Ethan stopped drinking so he could hear.

“You ready to go to the house?”

“Uh…” Ethan glanced towards his computer.

“The videos can wait. Its ok, Ethan.” Mark said.

Ethan just nodded before standing up. Ethan can sense both Mark’s and Tyler’s eyes on him the entire time. He kept his head down as he went back to his desk to grab his phone.

“You ready?” Tyler placed a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, almost protectively.

“Yeah.” Ethan said, slightly leaning into his touch.

Tyler smiled as he led them to his car.
They piled in. Tyler driving, Mark sitting shotgun, and Ethan in the back looking out the window. Mark and Tyler almost instantly started up a conversation and only a few minutes later, they realized Ethan’s responses had faded out.
They looked back to see Ethan curled up asleep in the back seat.

“Poor kid.” Mark sighed.

Tyler just nodded in agreement.
“Should we wake him or?”

“Nah, I’ll carry him in.”

Mark got out once the car was parked and opened Ethan’s door. Mark carefully slid an arm behind Ethan’s back and an arm under his knees.
Mark carried him bridal style through the house, with Tyler opening doors for him until they made it to Ethan’s bedroom.

“Alright we should get out and let him sleep.” Tyler said from the doorway.

“I’d love to but uh…”

“But what?”

“He’s not letting go.”

Tyler looked over and saw Ethan clinging to Mark’s arm like it was a stuffed animal.
Tyler chuckled.

“Should we take him to the couch then and watch a couple of movies til he wakes up?” Mark suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.”

~time skip~

Ethan woke the next morning to find himself squished between Tyler and Mark.
The tv was left on and there was discarded plates and cups on the coffee table, which led Ethan to believe they didn’t fall asleep there on purpose.
Ethan pulled the blanket that was draped across him up to his chin before snuggling back down.
Ethan had a soft smile on his face as he drifted back to sleep.
Encounter with Antisepticeye

Imagine this: you’re sitting in your very messy room, minding your own business watching YouTube when your computer starts to freak out and glitch. You try figuring out what the problem is but before you can start investigating the issue the glitching stops. You feel a dark presence behind you, you turn around to face…him…Anti, the one that you had thought was fictional all along. But he wasn’t, no, he was real as could be. You tried to scream but before you could Anti cut you off. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YA THINK YER DOIN’?!? YOUR ROOM IS A DISASTER AND I JUST CANNOT STAND IT! I HAVE LOST TRACK OF HOW MANY DAYS IT’S BEEN!!” He lectures. You sit there shocked and wide eyed, were you really getting lectured about the cleanliness of your own room…by a demon?!?

“I-I-I…” you stammered, trying to say something. “I NOTHIN’ WHERE THE FUCK IS THE LYSOL DO YA HAVE ANY LYSOL FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT IS HOLY DO YA HAVE LYSOL IT’S KILLIN’ ME IT SMELLS LIKE A BLOODY LOCKER ROOM IN HERE!!!” Anti roared. You were interested by this, but scared as your hand shakily pointed to the can of Lysol. Anti grabbed the can of Lysol and started spraying everything, the smell was getting nearly suffocating. He then began to clean up everything and organize your room and once his job had been done, he disappeared not to be seen again.

YESSS

Lena Luthor didn’t do Christmas.

It didn’t seem so very out of character, when you take into account all her previous Christmases consisted of her and Lex and a near empty dinner table. It wasn’t so bad when Lex was around, but after he landed himself in jail it just got downright lonely.

And yet here Lena stood, in the middle of Kara Danvers’ kitchen, with a glass of eggnog in her hand and a Santa hat on her head while she watched Kara boogy around the apartment in an oversized button up and knee high socks as All I Want For Christmas played softly in the background.

And yeah, Lena thought, if this is what the holiday could mean, maybe she could get behind this whole Christmas thing after all.

Dear 2017,

A lot has changed this year.

My room had yellow and blue fairy lights up, and I’d sit there in the dark with only their twinkling lights, thinking of all the amazing things 2016 was going to bring.
I still sit in the dark. But there are no fairy lights this time. It’s pitch black, and I don’t have to worry about hiding my tears.


The walls of my room were adorned with posters all over, and I often thought about the day I would have to take them down. I figured it would a be sad day, I would probably be leaving home, and god, I would miss home, but isn’t that what growing up is about?
The walls of my room don’t have those posters anymore, but I never took them down. They just came off and fell, and I just never could get myself to put them up again. Home doesn’t feel like it anymore, and what I wouldn’t do to just leave it all behind and run away.


I had people I could count on, so many. I was surrounded by friends, and we’d laugh for no reason all the time. My phone was always blowing up with group chats for about 10 get-togethers, and we all made promises to never lose touch.
I countdown to the days I can get out of the confines of my room. Our group chats haven’t had a message in them for over 6 months, which is okay, because funnily enough, I wouldn’t know what to say if they did.


My parents pampered me and held me just a tad bit closer. Like mine, their eyes were full of hopes and dreams for me. They told me it was okay to fail once in a while, and that they would always be there to pick me up.
I think they are a little sick of me failing now, though. They aren’t there to pick me up anymore. I could swear the words are at the tip of their tongue, they aren’t sure if they can handle my incompetence any longer.


At the start of the year, the sight of food didn’t send a surge of guilt through me. My fears didn’t include the weighing scale. I used to look at the mirror and almost feel good about myself. I didn’t run away from the sight of a camera, but alas, things have changed.


The pinboard above my study table had pictures pinned of all my friends and family. It had tickets from concerts I had attended, passes for stand-up of my favourite comedians that I had the fortune to witness, funny quotes and just all things happy. I’d look up, and think of what a good life I had, and just how lucky I am to be surrounded by so much love and warmth. The same board is now empty, just a bunch of old documents that don’t matter anymore pinned up, with a little sheet of dust that I only now noticed. 


So, 2017. I really hope I have better luck with you.


All the love x

—  The glorious year of 2016 // Growing up is a fucking scam.

Okay so when I was a young kid, my mother signed me up for figure skating lessons at our local rink. I loved ice skating it was my favorite thing and I was always happy. However, I could never get past one level (I think level 3). I just could never pass the test to move on, because I was terrified of skating backward (for some reason I thought a scary man was always behind me). I tried for weeks and felt very sad that I couldn’t do it and that my friend was advancing so far ahead of me, so I quit.

Ever since then I’ve regretted it throughout the years and when I saw the preview for Yuri on Ice I was excited because hey it’s a figure skating anime and I like figure skating, so I was looking forward to seeing it. Throughout the series, my regret grew, and it didn’t help that I was basically having a mid-college crisis and my life felt like a mess, but every Wednesday I’d watch yoi and get excited and feel like a kid again. So I’ve decided I want to take lessons again. I got my membership and I’m marching on over to the local rink to sign up for lessons. I’m tired of being scared and holding myself back, so I’m gonna start doing the things that make me happy. 

I can not convey to you guys properly the amount of pure thirst and desire I have to be on the ice rn. I feel all wound up just thinking about it

Something I noticed while watching Coraline

The Other World almost seems as if it is at the bottom of the old well that Coraline finds in the beginning.

The first thing I noticed was that in the beginning, Wybie says that the well is so deep you could see a sky full of stars in the middle of the day, and in the scenery for the Other World it is ALWAYS night, even in the middle of the day when Coraline is going to Miss Spink and Forcible’s show after lunch.

Also, the passage to the Other World behind the door is practically identical to the inside of the well which we get to see at the end of the movie.

And the last bit is that when Coraline is searching for the eyes of the ghost children, the moon is being eclipsed by a button for her time limit

and it is just like when Coraline and Wybie are covering the well back up after throwing the key away.

Now, I might actually just be really slow and this could be something that literally everybody knows, but I just thought it was kinda interesting. Maybe the Other Mother made Coraline’s world similar to the well because she was interested in it? Or maybe the Other World is actually the bottom of the old well? Either way it is pretty cool that they parallel each other *shrugs*

In this S/o will be referred to as, “you,” for ease of writing. If you wish for me to change it, then just ask! ^_^
This took a little longer than I thought it would. Pls forgive!

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Movie night was always ……troublesome. The three of you could never agree on a movie, Junkrat would get bored quickly, Roadhog would fall asleep, and you would be left watching a movie that you had only settled with alone.

But this was going to be different! You had chosen a movie you knew would be entertaining, something they would at least like!

“The Lion King!”

“Oh, yeah. Think I heard o’ that one.” There goes Jamison, completely void of excitement for movie night.

“Because of Timon and Pumba?” Mako, mumble from behind you.

“Yea. Well, not really. I just thought you guys would like it!”

“Whose this Timon an’ Pumba?”

“You’ll see if you watch it!” You wave the old case in front of him, and he whistles at it.

“How old is this thing anyway?!” He grabs the case from your hands. “It’s still got a CD inside!”

“It was originally on VHS.” You state as the two boys inspect the casing of the movie- you hear Roadhog murmur something along the lines of, “no kidding.”

It didn’t take much more than that to persuade them to watch it.

___________

It was a proud moment for you when Junkrat didn’t leave after the first ten minutes. You did get a few side glances once they learned that there was singing involved, though.

They seemed to be enjoying it; for the most part anyway. That is, up until Mufasa’s death.

“WHAT??? He just kicks him off?!! What about the kid??!” This was the most distraught you’ve ever seen the smaller junker. You didn’t know whether to laugh or be concerned.

“Shh!” Roadhog insists.

____________

“So these are those ‘Timon an’ Pumba’ characters?” Junkrat inspects them closely.

“Yep. Remind you of anyone?” You respond, cheekily.

“No. Wait! Those two Japanese guys!” He declares confidently.

“What? Why??”

“'Cuse, one of 'em is cocky, an’ the other’s smelly!”

“Shut up.” Roadhog throws a couch pillow at his face, making him fall over the back of the furniture.

__________

“Why are we watchin’ two animals 'doin’ it’?” He asks as, “Can you feel the love tonight,” plays in the background.

“They’re not 'doing it’,” you protest, “they’re falling in love.”

“You sure?” Roadhog questions.

“Well I…..” You suddenly feel very uncomfortable watching this part of the movie.

__________

“So what 'cha think?” You ask. They both watched the whole thing all the way through; that was a good sign.

“Got anymore of these old movies???” Junkrat pushes and Roadhog nods.

“I guess it was good then!” You laugh.

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There’s a lot of dialog in this one! I hope it’s not too short!

♢ * — CONNECTION TAGS, OTP TAGS, LYRIC PROMPTS

* ˙ ˖✶ BEACH WEATHER ❝ WHAT A DRAG ❞ EP

beach weather are pretty much the best thing in my life right now and since they inspired the theme behind my entire blog, i just saw them live, and they have a new ep just out, i thought i could make a connections post for their previous ep! these lyrics could be used for any kind of connections tags, use them as prompts or starters… anything you see fit! below the cut there are #43 possible choices. please like/reblog if you found useful or are an rph.

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Teaser Time: Happy Birthday Obi-Wan Kenobi!

Obi-Wan woke up with the sun streaming in through a window he must have forgotten to cover with a curtain last night. He let out a groan and turned his face back into his pillow, hating the sun and each new horrible day that came with it.

In three days he was going to ship out to Bandomeer, to leave behind Master Ahsoka, his friends, and the only home he had ever known.

He would never see any of them ever again.

Some birthday present.

I don’t want to get up. I just want to go back to sleep and never wake up again. Obi-Wan thought morosely, sniffling into his pillow. It’s not fair. I want to stay here with Master Ahsoka. I don’t know why she won’t take me as her Padawan Learner. What did I do wrong? Am I not good at jar’kai? Is it my temper?

Obi-Wan could have berated himself for the rest of the day and there was a very large part of him that wanted to sit and wallow in his misery but the rest of him knew he needed to get up and face the day. Master Ahsoka promised she was going to have breakfast with him after being too busy with Council work for the past few days. She had taken him out to eat for dinner every night but it wasn’t the same.

It felt like pity and he hated pity.

With a great groaning sigh, Obi-Wan pushed himself up out of his bed and into a hunched over sitting position, blinking sleepily and confused at the carefully wrapped package on the bedside table next to his bunk.

I could never get hired as a TWD cameraman

If I was behind the camera while Andy/Rick and Danai/Michonne were kissing, I would forget that my ass needs to be silent. I’d be having all the commentary:

“oh shit, I thought I read the script but I never could’ve imagined this”

*moistens own lips*

“hmph, good lord.”

“did he just grab her booty!?”

*heavy panting*

“I’m so used to giving and now I get to receive!”

“jesus, my heart.”

“is it possible I can go home during lunch, so I can take a cold shower?”

“No Norman, I can’t add you to the scene. Gimple already gave me orders.”

(zooms in camera x1000 on their mouths) *Gimple monitoring the screens from the back* Him: “Hey I told you I wanted from the waist up” Me: “Sorry, I slipped.” Him: this is the 10th time!

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I don’t know if this has anything to do with each other at all, if it’s just an easter-egg or if it could mean something, but I think the name of that band is really interesting…

Not A Bad Thing ~ Part One

Originally posted by blissful-reveries

Fairy-tale & AU Series Index

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Please ignores & excuse any errors. There are soo many errors. please ignore them! I will fix it later!


I wasn’t sure where I was going, all I know is that my legs were carrying me away. I could hear Jang Mi calling me from behind, but I didn’t have the heart to turn around to look at her. I just wanted to get out of there. The two cameras hanging over my shoulders, moved lightly against my hips as I quickly exited the venue.

I got strange looks from some of the business men at the convention, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t able to gather my thoughts till I was standing outside, breathing in the warm summer air. I stood there, gasping for air, making me realize I was holding my breath. I placed my hand on my chest, staring up at the dark sky shining with stars.

Cars zoomed by on the road, and the sound of the music from inside was booming. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves as the sounds of the environment around me went on. I placed my hands on my hips, staring at the pavement my feet were standing off.

I’m not sure how long I stood there for, my mind drawing blanks as I reached for thoughts.

I was zoned out. My thoughts were so scrambled, that my mind went blank. I snapped out of the trance, bringing my trembling hand up to my mouth. Awful memories rose for the depths of my mind.


I walked down the crowded hallway, of my middle school trying to avoid the whispers and glancing. It’s always like this. The looks of pity, since I was the victim of Sehun’s constant bullying.

I reached my locker, putting in the code, ready to open it. I pulled on the locker door slightly, and heard a strange noise emit from it.  I opened the locker door completely and saw a bucket hanging from the top of my locker. Due to the fact that I opened the locker door, the bucket tipped, sending purple paint all over my clothing and the floor. I stood there shocked, staring at the mess before me.

It felt like I could almost hear the stares. That’s how they felt. My body tensed as I stared down at the new shirt my mom got me. She spent a lot on this, seeing as our family isn’t exactly rolling in money.

I was pulled out from my thoughts when I heard laughing from my far left. I looked up to see 3 familiar figures.

Baekhyun, Chanyeol and, of course, Sehun. They stood there laughing their butts off as I stood there helpless. Sehun, who had his hands on his knees as he laughed, stood up straight and met my eyes. My eyes were stinging, tearing welling up quickly. Though my vision was blurring slightly, his piercing eyes stood out. That cold, emotionless look that his eyes held.

That expression was only reserved for me. I’ve never seen him look at anyone else like that. It made me feel small. It made me feel even smaller than small.

He reached into a plastic bag that laid and the ground beside him, and took a handful of something. I watched in horror as he walked towards me, and threw the item on me.

Feathers. He threw feathers which were now sticking to my clothes and skin. I bit my lip, trying to keep in my tears. Sehun chuckled humorlessly.

“Aw, are you gonna cry?” He spoke like he was addressing a child, “Don’t waste your tears, lens freak. No one cares.”

He snickered at me before taking a deep breath and speaking loudly, “Everyone gather around, the lens freak is gonna cry. Take your phones out, get your cameras ready, it’s gonna be a sight to see.”

“What is your problem?” I mumbled. Sehun was now saying something to Baekhyun when he heard me speak. He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Did you say something?” Sehun hissed.

I closed my eyes, tears falling down my cheek, “What the hell is your problem? What did I ever do to you? Why are you treating me like this?”

Sehun walked closer to me, stopping right in front of me and smiled. Ugh, that rude smile of his.

“I need to take my stress out of something and that’s you. From the moment I saw you all weak, soft and quiet…it bothered me.” He almost whispered. He was so close, I could smell him. He smelt clean, like a someone who just stepped out the shower. His breath smelt minty. More tears welled up in eyes.

“Such a cry baby. Better go wipe off as much paint as you can before it dries.” He snapped before turning around to leave.

~!~

My hand was trembling as I stood there and chills ran down my back. I took a shaky breath before grabbing one of the cameras over my shoulders. I turned around and entered the building. I’m being paid to take pictures, I can’t let something like this distract me from my work. I’ll just ignore him. If he approaches me again I will avoid him.

I walked back into the big hall, spotting Jang Mi who was in the crowd taking photos. My eyes shifted around the room trying to find some subjects to snap pictures of. Just when I focused on this lovely couple speaking to each other, a figure stepped in front of me and obscured my view.

“Hi,” Sehun said showing a small smile. I stopped in my tracks, wondering what my face expression looked like at that moment. I’m guessing it didn’t look that good because he started off apologizing.

“I’m sorry if I freaked you out or something. My friends tell me to smile more because if I don’t I look scary.” He chuckled softly before rubbing the back of his neck. A gesture that showed nervousness. Ugh, traces of that feelings from earlier was coming back.

“Can I speak to you fo-”

“I have to take pictures, excuse me,” I cut him off, before walking past him to the couple.  I managed to keep my voice in monotone, avoiding eye contact. The camera in my hand began to tremble along with my hand as I walked towards the older couple.

They still stood there chatting to each other. The woman looked a bit irritated, speaking to the man about something. I still brought the camera up to my face, snapping a few photos.

I went around snapping more and more photos. I met with Jang Mi a few times, who threw questions of frustration my way. She said I wasted a good chance to speak to Oh Sehun. She even told me about how he stood there like a lost child when I walked away. He even looked to her for answers, which she didn’t have.

I rolled my eyes at her comments before brushing off her comment. I continued to walk around the event, snapping photos. There were a few times where i would wander around, looking for more shots when I spotted the 9 CEOs of EXO Inc. Each time I even glanced their way for a second, Sehun seemed to have noticed. He would look in my direction as if I called him.

I avoided them the whole night.

I would say I did pretty well, though every time I looked their way, it felt like I was the topic of discussion. Do they remember me? They probably do. I don’t look much different from middle school, so I didn’t think it would take them that long to notice. Then again…I wasn’t much to them.

The night was coming to an end and people were starting to leave. The venue that was once filled with people was growing more and more spacious. Things were being closed up. I was going over things with Jang Mi.

“You need to inform them about the processing.” She said to me. I followed her gaze to where the 9 men stood laughing and chatting it up. Though there was only few guests left, they were talking like the party had just started.

I groaned, realizing what that meant, I would have to speak to them.

“Jang Mi,” I whined pouting at her, “Can you please do me a favor? Can you do it this time? Please?”

She kissed her lips and shook her head at me, “I did it the last 3 jobs remember? Y/N, just go. Are you afraid of them? They won’t bite. Go.” She reached into her backpack, taking out the forum, clipboard and pen. After she handed them to me, I showed her a look of panic. Though she saw my expression, she showed me a small smile before pushing me forward.

“Goddamn it.” I muttered before taking slowly reluctant steps towards te men. Of course I caught their attention right away.  Most of them were looking at me with a knowing smirk, as if expecting me.

“Excuse me,” I began softly, “Who booked up for today? I need a few things filled out, because we were not given these details before hand.” My eyes scanned over the faces of all the men except for one.

“That would be Mr. Oh.” One of the men said. I think Junmyeon was his name. The small smile on my lips flatten and I exhaled. I turned towards Sehun who stood there with one hand in his pocket while looking at the  gold rolex watch on his wrist.

“Mr. Oh,” I said to catch his attention, but looking at the way he responded, he was already paying attention. My eyes were focused on the space behind him as I held out the pen and clipboard. He gave a confused but didn’t question me. This should be an easy thing but I guess things aren’t that simple. When he reached out to grab the pen, our hands brushed. Suddenly it felt like I was hit by lightning. I flinched back from Sehun, dropping both the pen and the clipboard.

My body was growing hot as I stood there. What is going on?!

I tried to recover, apologizing and picking up the two items. This time I handed them to him, without skin contact. I took a few steps back, leaving space between us.

“Please fill this out.” I stated quietly. As Sehun was filling out the form, one of the men spoke.

“Does your company only do event photography?” He asked. His big eyes and small smirk was welcoming.

“Events, portraits, and commercial are what we do.” I answered simply before glancing at Sehun who was still writing. My body was still burning hot but I was able to keep myself together.

“What’s your name?” Sehun suddenly asked but kept his eyes on the clipboard.

“Mr. Oh, there’s no need to know my name. I’m just a photographer.” I replied int monotone.

“I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you.”

“Offers for future jobs are to be emailed to us. I will give you my business card-” He cut me off kindly, glancing up from the clipboard as he checked and signed things.

“This doesn’t have anything to do with that.”

My brows furrowed and my forehead creased.

“What could we possibly have to talk about Mr. Oh?” I replied.

“Please call me Sehun.” he smiled kindly, and signed one more thing on the form. Sehun hands me the clipboard and pen, avoiding any skin contact. I nodded and muttered a small thank you before turning to walk away.

“…Your name?” He called out, although I wasn’t too far from him in the first place.

I stopped walking and shook my head, “Like I said Mr. Oh, I’m just a boring photographer.” I spun on my heels and faced the 9 men.

“Thank you so much letting us work with you today. Please come to Moments Photography for all your desires to capture moments in pictures.” I bowed slightly before standing up straight and smiling.

“We will have the pictures to you within 48 hours.” I added quickly. I turned around and headed towards Jang Mi who was packing up the gear.  I heard some mumbling behind me.

“Don’t just let her go like that. Go say something.” Is what someone said.

That’s when I heard footsteps following quickly behind me.

I mentally sighed, and shook my head. Why he is so interested in me all of a sudden? What for?

“Why do I feel like you’re rushing to get out of here?” Sehun said from behind me, walking swiftly to catch up with me.

“Because I am Mr. Oh,” I said as he walked in front of me, “Please I really need to go.”

“Let me just talk to you for a minute.” He spoke softly. When I didn’t respond he continued to speak. I could see Jang Mi far off behind him, giving me a grin and a thumbs up.

Sehun stood there trying to find his words, his pointer finger scratching his temple aimlessly.

“My colleagues and I were about to get something to eat before the night is over. We were actually looking for a photographer to help us with an upcoming project. Maybe we could discuss things over dinner?”

I almost laughed. Wow, persistent as ever.

“I don’t think that will be needed Mr. Oh.” I kindly shut him down, trying to keep a friendly smile on my face. I was still avoiding eye contact so his facial expression was only partly visible to me. He sighed, almost seeming annoyed with me. His facial expression certainly haven’t changed. You could always tell how he was feeling by the look on his face. I finally mustered up enough confidence to look him in the eyes. I was expecting those cold and sinister eyes but I was taken back.

The brown eyes that stared at me were soft and kind eyes. They held a sort of adoration that I’ve never seen before. It’s like these eyes were looking right through me and seeing every flaw, but accepting each and every single one. I didn’t realize my lips parted and a soft gasp left my lips.

I was almost hypnotized by his eyes.

“So..will you join us for a quick meal?” He asked again.

Before I could think, I spoke, “Okay, dinner sounds great.” Sehun broke out in a huge smile, clapping his hands together once in joy.

“Great! Your assistant is also welcome! I’ll let my colleagues know you’ll be joining us.” He smiled before walking back to the group of men.

I stared at his back as he walked away and the situation was slowly sinking in.

“What?” I whispered to myself. Did I just agree to dinner? What?! I groaned and mentally slapped myself. I turned back to Jang Mi and rushed over to her.

“What happened?” She asked me, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

“It seems that we are going out to dinner with the CEO’s of EXO Inc.” I explained, keeping my voice very monotone. Her eyes widen and a look of excitement crossed her face.

“I knew he liked you! Why else would he invite you out to eat?” She teased, packing up more of the gear.

I rolled my eyes at her words, “He said he needs photographers for an upcoming project.”

“Bullshit.” She hissed, “He totally likes you. I’m honestly surprised you even accepted the invite. You ran away when he approached you earlier.” She laughed as she recalled the memory. All I could do was cringe slightly. My head was spinning, trying to figure out how I ended up in such a situation.  Jang Mi and I finished packing our gear. I tried to tune out Jang Mi’s endless blabber in the process.  

After packing our gear, I started walking towards the exit of the venue. I was going to put my things in my car. There was a part of me that wanted to sneak off. If I do that, the chances of seeing Sehun again will be less. I don’t even want to tell him my name, thinking I would trigger memories to return to him. Once he realizes who I am, he will probably laugh in my face.

~!~

How in heaven’s name did I end up here? I am driving to the address of the restaurant which Sehun has written down for me. I was driving the slowest I could, delaying this dinner I was dreading. It also way too late at night to consider this a dinner. Jang Mi on the other hand, was bouncing in her seat. She would talk about the hopes of having one of them fall in love with her. All I could do was scoff at those fantasies.

As we pulled into the parking lot of the 5 star restaurant, I noticed right away that it was practically empty. I parked my car quickly, opening the car door and hopping out. The lace sleeves of my dress were starting to itch, a sign that I have been wearing this dress for way too long.

“Let’s get this over with.” I muttered shutting the car door behind me. I started walking towards the dimly lit restaurant, my heels clicking on the pavement. Jang Mi trailed behind me, gasping at the expensive cars that were also parked. I barely had time to glance at them. I was speed walking to the front doors. The sooner we start this, the sooner it’s over.

I walked up to the fancy wooden double doors. I started to push one of them open, when someone from the other side opened the door. I stopped exerting force on the door and watched as one of the employees of the restaurant stood there with a small smile. I thanked him swiftly and stepped inside, peeking over my shoulder to Jang Mi not far behind.

The restaurant was beautiful. It was dimly lit, with fancy tables and chairs. There were candles set on the tables, and they were glow beautifully. The atmosphere was very calming and warm, which watered down my nerves slightly.

I was a bit shocked when I felt a hand on the small of my back. It was Jang Mi, giving me a slight push to move forward. Turns out the waiter was trying to catch my attention. He was trying to lead us to the table. I apologized shortly and followed the man.

We were led through the restaurant to a sort of V.I.P area. There was a doorway that was blocked by some curtains. Once the curtains were pushed back, we walked into another dining area. It was like there was a second restaurant in the back.

That’s when I noticed them. They were all sitting at a big circular table, chatting away about something. Everyone’s attention was on Sehun. It seemed like many of them were all speaking at once.

“Just make sure you don’t scare her off.” One of them said.

“Don’t be too aggressive, but don’t be passive.” Another spoke to him. Sehun had an elbow on the table while his forehead rested on his hand. I opened my mouth to tell them we were here when Sehun’s head snapped up. The stressful expression that was on seconds ago disappeared. There was that smile again.

“Hey,” He said standing up from his seat, “I’m glad you made it. For a second I thought you were gonna ditch us.”

I wordlessly looked around the table, spotting a chair on the opposite side of the table, and another on beside Sehun. My eyes focused on that opposite chair. I took one seat forward and was disappointed as I noticed Jang Mi nearly run for that chair. She took her seat, sending me a knowing grin. I glared at her, before taking a seat in the only chair left. Right next to Sehun…great.

My dress suddenly felt too short, cause me to tug on the end as I sat.  Jang Mi introduced

“I’m sorry but we still haven’t learned your name.” The taller gentleman from before said. I guess there is no avoiding it huh?

“My name is Y/N.” I stated kindly, showing a smile. Probably the first real smile in a while.

“Y/N, huh?” I heard Sehun mumbled from beside me. I looked at him, and he was already looking my way.

“I’m Sehun, I’ve already introduced myself.” He spoke. As he shifted in his seat, I could smell his cologne whiff through the air. It was a subtle vanilla like fragrance and his warmth was alluring.  I think I may have leaned towards him a bit, but it doesn’t seem like anyone has realized. My mind is spinning. I constantly tell myself to stay away from him…but I feel like I’m being drawn to him. No matter how hard I fight him, the hate and disgust I want to feel…isn’t happening.

“These are my brothers.” He explained. My eyes widened.

“Your brothers?” I asked, a bit shocked. I don’t remember Sehun having brothers in middle school and high school.

“Yes my brothers.” He chuckled a bit at my reaction. “This is Junmyeon, Jongin, Minseok, Yixing, Jongdae, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Kyungsoo.”

I said hello to all of them, receiving a friendly hello in return. The two names that stuck on to me were Baekhyun and Chanyeol. They have also changed a lot. Most Chanyeol. I could it hard to keep my smile present on my face when I realized who they were.

We soon ordered our food, and as the night went on we spoke mostly business. They were working on a establishment project. It was going to be about how they established their company and they need a photographer to capture the present times. They also needed an image change. Most of the CEOs are known as stuck up, rude and scary. They are looking to bring forth a warm image to themselves.

As dinner went on, I listened closely as the business spoke on exactly what they needed. After Jang Mi went back and forth on our conditions it seemed that things were settled. We kept eating. After the business talk was over, I decided I wouldn’t say anymore. I am trying to keep this on a business level. Jang mi on the other hand was making great conversation, always trying to bring it to me.

I kept my eyes on my plate, pushing around the food that was left on it.

“You’re not much a talker are you?” A voice beside me asked. I turned my head to see Sehun looking at me. Everyone else was caught up in their own conversation.

I chuckled, “I guess you could say that, I just try to keep to myself.”

“That’s understandable, plus it doesn’t seem like you want to be here.” He spoke honestly. I raised an eyebrow at him. Well he’s not wrong.

“Looking at your face expression, I see I am correct.” He added, before taking a sip of his wine.

“I guess you could say that.” I answered, leaning back in my seat; “It’s nothing personal.”

What a liar I am. It’s completely personal. It’s all personal.

“I’d rather be home editing photos right now.”

“Ahh.” Sehun said, finally understanding, “Your passion for photography is keeping you from having fun.” He was clearly teasing me.

“Photography is fun to me, because it is my passion. Do you have a passion?” I found myself holding a conversation with Sehun. Damn Y/N, what happened to keeping to yourself?

Sehun thought for a moment, “I would say my company is my passion. It probably sounds boring.”

“No, it doesn’t sound boring. Sorry to ask but, what does your company do exactly?”

“Well, EXO Inc puts forth various products. Make up, skin care, acne treatment and much more. My branch of the company is the marketing branch. So Oh Enterprises handles the marketing of not only EXO but of other companies and products as well.” He explained kindly. It felt like the more we spoke, the lower my guard got.

The tension in my shoulders was disappearing and I was relaxing. We were talking for quite a while.

“When did you start photography?” He questioned.

I gulped hesitating. Here comes that uneasiness again.

“I-in middle school. I got my first camera in middle school. It’s not advanced like the ones I have now, but I loved that camera.”

“I’m guessing it was a gift?”

“Yes. My parents bought it for me. In some ways I felt bad, because my family didn’t have a lot of money. Still, my parents bought me that camera.” I explained, blinking to keep my tears away. I brought my eyes down to the table.

“Stuff like that is something you keep forever right? I bet you kept that camera, since it was so important to you.” Sehun said.

“Actually,” My voice came out hard, “It didn’t even last a month. The camera was stolen and broken.” My eyes stayed on the table.

“Really? How?”


I almost skipped down the school hallway. It was lunch time so the hallways were practically empty, except for the few kids who would skip lunch and hang out in the lobby of the school. I was rushing to my locker to get the new camera my mother got me. I kept it in my backpack, which sat in my locker. I got permission from the principal to go into the school garden turning lunch to take some photos.

When I got to my locker, I noticed something was off. My backpack was open wide. I know I didn’t leave it open!

I started to panic as my hands searched the backpack. My camera?! Where is my camera?! My parents worked so hard to get me that camera! My eyes stung with tears and my shoulders slumped.

“Lens freak?” Someone called. I didn’t dare look up, dreading the face I would meet.

I looked up to see Baekhyun standing not too far from me. Beside him stood Chanyeol. Sehun was leaning against the lockers, his arms crossed and his eyes closed.

“Where is my camera?” I hissed at them. Sehun never once opened his eyes while Baekhyun and Chanyeol stood there laughing.

“I know you guess like to mess with me, but that camera cost a lot of money! If something happens to it, I’ll get in a lot of trouble.” I nearly begged fighting through my tears.

Baekhyun shrugged acting oblivious, “Why would you think we have it?”

“Baekhyun! Stop messing around! Give me the camera!”

That’s when Sehun sighed seeming annoyed. Without even glancing my way he turned around and walked down the hallway.

“If you want your dumb camera, check toilet #2 of the boys bathroom near the gym.” He said over his shoulder and waved as if he was saying goodbye to a find.

I watched as Chanyeol and Baekhyun laughed a bit more before turning around and following Sehun.

~!~

I felt my grip on my fork tightening as the memory played vividly in my mind. I could feel my shoulders tighten again, as the free atmosphere around me grew tense.

“Y/N?” Sehun asked sounding concerned. I started to gather my things.

“I think it’s about time I leave. I will email you about the project.” The words rushed out of my mouth, as I stood up from my seat. Everyone was looking at me, seeming confused.

“Jang Mi, let’s go.” I said to her. She looked a bit angry, but I think she started to notice the distraught look in my eyes.

“Okay,” She answered without questioning me.

“Thank you all for the dinner.” I said quickly, before turning around and exiting. I had only gotten past the curtains that blocked off the V.I.P section when I felt a hand take hold of my wrist. The touch made my body grow hot again, but it also calmed the mixture of emotions I was feeling. Sehun gently turned me to face him. Looking at his face expression, it resembled a lost and confused puppy.

“Um, did I say something to offend you? I’ve been trying to get to know you this whole night and it seems like you have a sort of dislike to me. Did I do something?” He asked biting his lip. All I could do was stare up at him.

“I would really like to see you again, not for business reasons either…if you’re up for it?” He asked kindly.

“Why do you want to see me again? I don’t understand. This whole night has been crazy and confusing. I just want to go home.” I admitted.

I was a bit shocked when Sehun suddenly took my hand in his.

“I know, I know. Things must be a bit confusing for you. All these feelings and sensations. You’re not crazy I promise, cause I feel them too. If you’ll see me again, I’ll explain everything. Okay?” Ugh there’s that warm feeling again. My heart starts to speed up and my face starts heating up.

“Okay, okay.” I reluctantly agree, “You’ll explain everything right?” So it all wasn’t in my head. The feelings that were drawing me to him, along with my skin growing hot every time the was skin contact.

“Yes, I’ll explain everything.” He confirmed. He took out his cell phone from his back pocket. I quickly gave him my number. I really hope I won’t regret this. As he saved my contact I noticed that Jang Mi was standing behind us.

“Jang Mi, why didn’t tell me you were there?” I asked.

She smirked, “I didn’t want to ruin the moment. Her eyes darted between Sehun.” I rolled my eyes before grabbing her wrist and pulling her forward.

“We’re leaving.” I said.

“I’ll call you.” Sehun replied.

“Yeah, yeah…whatever floats your boat lover boy.” Was all I muttered in reply.

As Jang Mi and I got to the car, she squealed. I glanced at her in confusion before opening the car door and getting in. She followed suit, hitting my shoulder playful.

“Y/N! He asked for your number. Now we know for sure that he likes you.”  She stated.

“He doesn’t like me.” I deadpanned.

“Mhh,” She thought for a moment, “I disagree. During dinner he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Once you both started talking, his whole face lit up! He was looking at you like you were his whole world! Damn, I wish I could find a man to look at me like that.”

I sat there in the still car with Jang Mi for a second before whining, “But does that make any sense? He just met me right? How can he take such a liking to me already? I’m nothing special.”

“Don’t bring yourself down like that. I think he’s really interested in you.”

“Or he just sees me as a pretty girl he wants to fuck.”

Jang Mi hissed, “I don’t think it’s like that. Just give the dude a chance, he seems like a sweetheart. Completely different from his image.”

“Mhh.” Was all I said as I started the car.

“So will you give him a chance?”

“Probably not.” I answered.

“Why not?”

“Jang Mi,” I spoke sternly, “Trust me…it’s not meant to be.”

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So we know Noodle was the lyricist behind her Demon Days album. I’d like to think certain songs were for her band mates very specifically.

Like I’m positive “Don’t Get Lost in Heaven” is like, a warning for 2-D. Because he’s a pill junkie.

“Demon Days” could be for Russel because he has had severe struggles with literal demons and I think she offers it as like a means for picking himself up.

“O Green World” could be for Murdoc because I think she knows that in his heart of hearts he doesn’t want to be abandoned.

So, you like cats? (Reader x Sam Wilson x Steve Rogers x T’Challa)

Word Count: 1263

Summary: The tunnel chase, the tunnel chase aftermath, featuring a fabulous reader.

A/N: Idk guys. I kind of just thought of this and then it was born into this fabulous thing and I can’t…. wow. Okay. this DOES CONTAIN SPOILERY CONTENT, so read at your own risk. Other than that, enjoy pals!

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a better post about ace raphael w an actual explanation since youre all reblgging a damn vent post lmao:

what i meant to say is that while i get the sentiment, ace representation isnt a priority, ace and aro people arent oppressed for being ace & aro and dont face actual discrimination for it! lgbt ppl are the ones who DESPERATELY need more representation in media, not only bc there arent many charcters like us, but also bc we need a POSITIVE portrayal of us since we face already so much shit irl

and while i could get behind aroace gay raphael, ill never believe for a second the writers will make him both aroace and gay. theyll probably simply choose to make him ace, because its literally the easier option

thats why i said i want gay raphael and not ace raphael lmao. its not that deep.jpg

no im not gonna apologize bc youre all shitting your pants over a vent post, i just thought i could maybe explain better so you stop demonizing my gay ass for no reason!

- signed a lesbian on the aroace spec who stopped calling themself aroace bc of ppl like you! :3c