we waited in line for over an hour

My ECCC Experience

Warning – This turned into a book. I will put the bulk under a cut.

 Well, what a weekend that was. I see many people have shared their experiences & I wasn’t going to cause I didn’t want to be repetitive (plus I hate writing), but what the hell – here we go.

 It all started on Thursday night when my husband & I checked in at the Sheraton & then headed over to The Whisky Bar to meet up w/ about 25 other fans for whisky tasting & general mayhem. It was such a blast to meet other fans in the flesh & everyone was so lovely.

 Friday was very long & tiring, but also quite exhilarating. It started with waiting 3 ½ hours in line for the panel in VERY tight & warm conditions, but a good number of people had to wait in the cold rain, so I won’t complain. We ended up in the 8th row on the center aisle. We had a perfect view of the stage, but a bit far for any great pics from my camera phone, but I’ll share a couple here anyway.

 Since everyone saw the panel already, I won’t get into that except to say it was absolutely marvelous. Sam & Cait were glorious live & the energy in the room was palpable. Everything they said is pretty much a blur & I still need to rewatch it to make it all real.

 We went straight to the autographs after the panel, but they were already capped off, so we hung out for a bit & then headed to our dual photo-op w/ Sam & Cait. The organization was a complete shit-show and they had no idea what they were doing. We were moved all over the place & then smooshed all together against the wall to wait again while they figure it out. After about an hour, they got it together & we were on our way to stand in line.

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Just got out of Wonder Woman. It was fantastic, of course, but our show sold out as we were waiting in line, so we had to get a later one and waited around about an hour. 

During that time, I saw a little girl who couldn’t have been older than three bolt over to the life-size cutout of Diana the theater had, never speaking a word but just staring up at it until her father shepherded her away. 

There was another little girl too, a bit older, and absolutely beaming in her Wonder Woman uniform- tiara, cape and all- with her mom next to her in a matching WW shirt.

So yeah. I definitely understood why my first show sold out and didn’t mind one goddamn bit. 

Zach Dempsey x Reader | Paradise

A/N: As requested by Anon. Hope you all enjoy it ! One more imagine request to go. I’m currently not taking any requests until I finish write mid term finals. Be sure to like and follow for more. Feedback is always appreciated. Much love .xx

Warning: minor sexual content

Originally posted by ithereckless

Here I was, living life in paradise with my boyfriend Zach Dempsey. We were currently spending spring break together in Malé, Maldives. It was quite the dream to be on a beautiful island with a hot boyfriend. You must be wondering how it all started off, well, here goes the story.

It all started about 2 years ago, I was an average student, I did well in all my subjects except for Biology. Science wasn’t my favourite subject then again, that was until my Biology teacher had assigned Zach to tutor me. It felt weird at first that a jock was coming over to my place or I was going over to his for our 2 hour tuition session.

I wasn’t used to this kind of thing, that is being around someone who is known to be popular. I’m a quiet person until you get to know me then only do I reveal my bubbly side. I never spoke to guys in a hurry at school other than Clay since he was the first one who wasn’t a pervert. My thoughts about Zach changed after seeing him for 5 sessions. He was really helpful, he knew his stuff and well, in a way I’m sure you would all agree that when you have a hot person around you it’s good motivation.

That 5th session of seeing him changed everything. We had just finished and as I was packing away my stuff I could feel his stare on me but chose to ignore it. “Thanks again Zach” I said. I stood up throwing my bag on my shoulder and walked to his door. He followed close behind me “Anytime” he said and walked me out. I was just leaving “Bye” I waved him off. “Wait” he stopped me. “What’s wrong ?” I asked. He placed his lips on mine which I hadn’t seen coming, after taking in what was going on, it didn’t take me long to kiss back. It felt good. “I’ve always wanted to do that” he said when we stopped to take a breath. That was the start to Zach and I’s relationship.

I thought for a change that Zach and I should go some place different this year for spring break. We’re always at home or doing the usual movie dates but this time our 2 year anniversary was around the corner. I thought we might as well do something exciting and different for a change. I told Zach about my idea which he was perfectly fine with just the 2 of us going, we had agreed on going to Maldives.

My parents were fine with me going since they trust Zach and they like him too. Zach’s mom didn’t have a problem either since she knew he was going with me and not with bad company.

I’m glad packing for me wasn’t that hard because all I needed was a few t-shirts, shorts, a dress, bikinis and swimsuits with just 3 pairs of shoes. I had packed at least 2 days before so over time I remember what last minute items to put into my bag.

We waved off our parents one last time then went through security and passport control. Zach and I weren’t in the mood to eat so we just decided to wait at the gate. It only started boarding an hour later. The line to board wasn’t that bad since it moved fast, Zach had a window seat as I sat in the middle. When they had announced that the flight would take off shortly, the joy had come to me because their was a vacant seat next to me which means more sleep. After we had taken off I picked up both armrests and laid my head on Zach’s lap - growing up, I could never sleep the night before a flight I guess because of the adrenaline rush - the flight was 20 hrs and 30 mins anyway so I should get more than enough rest.

Finally landing in Maldives, we took a boat to our resort, then after reaching we had checked in and might I say this place was absolutely breathtaking. I don’t feel like leaving here. Zach and I left our luggage as it was, we took a walk to the beach which was literally less than 10m away from our room. We just stood where the singers were and admired the view and surroundings. Clear water and white sand, can this get any better ?

“Okay we can’t afford to waste anymore time, I’m going to change” I blurted and started walking back to our room. “I’ll meet up with you in a few” he said. I tossed my suitcase on our bed and pulled out the first bikini I could find. It was a classic black bikini with a few cut outs on either side of the underwear. I discarded my clothes and had on my bikini bottom and top. Just tying off my bikini top, I couldn’t get the back straps to tie. “Woah baby girl. Are we celebrating our honeymoon later ?” He whistled and walked up behind me, he moved my hair onto my shoulder and tied off my back. “You wish” I turned to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. “Ready ?” I asked looking him up and down. All he had to do was take off his shirt. So simple.

We walked back hand in hand, I took a few steps onto the wet sand to see how cold it is and to my luck the temperature wasn’t bad at all. I then jogged until the water had reached my hips, “Are you getting in or what ?” I asked him. He grinned and took slow steps, when he was at arms length away from me I started splashing the water at him. I knew then I had to run for my life. He literally caught me just when I could turn to run “Theirs no running away from me now” he said and threw me over his shoulder. “Zach pit me down” I whined and started kicking my legs and hitting his back with my fists. “Nah I rather have you dangling like this” he laughed “Of course you do, you’re enjoying the view aren’t you ?” I rolled my eyes.

The next thing I was in contact with the water, Zach had thrown me in. I ran my fingers through my hair to move it away from the face “How dare you ?” I murmured, I was freezing. “What was that ?” He cupped his hand around his ear pretending he didn’t hear me. Haha really funny. The boy thought its going down tonight, well it would’ve if he hadn’t done this. Payback time is on. I was hoping to just relax but thanks to Zach my plans are now all ruined. “You think this is funny ?” I raised an eyebrow and walked passed him to our room. He followed close behind me “Yeah I do actually” he said and started laughing again.

I went to our outdoor shower and ran the water, standing underneath it with my back facing Zach. I slowly loosened the strings of my bikini, I started with my top by loosening my neck and then mid back. My hands trailed down to my bottoms and pulling both strings at the same time leaving the bikini to fall off. Now stood in front of Zach was a naked (Y/N). I felt his stare on my ass “Oh I see where this is going” he smirked. With the water still running over me, I cupped my breasts and turned to face Zach. His jaw dropped. “Look all you want baby because you can see but you can’t touch” I said, then squeezed my breasts and leaving them free. My hands trailed down to my core and slowly back up to my breasts.

I closed the tap and ran my hands through my hair, grabbing the near by towel to cover my self, I stood in front of a horny Zach “Happy Early Anniversary babe ” I said and gave him a peck on the cheek.


Very rare footage of "6.1 THE MEN", the joint presentation of Yohji Yamamoto Pour Homme and Comme des Garçons Homme Plus F/W 1991 in Tokyo on June 1st, 1991.

This was the first time that both designers had presented their menswear in Japan. The shows were modeled by musicians, actors, and various other creatives - even some members of Yohji’s company, if I am not mistaken.

The two men being interviewed in the video are (in order) Haruomi Hosono and Yukihiro Takahashi of the legendary electronic trio Yellow Magic Orchestra, with the famed Ryuichi Sakamoto being the third member.

Below is a more thorough explanation of the show’s theme and significance, followed by an extremely valuable and hilarious first hand account of the show and a certain happening backstage, told by German guitarist Ottmar Liebert who was invited to model for the show - Courtesy of Asobu from Styleforum.

A/W 1991, as far as I know, showed in Paris at the end of January 1991 and then showed again together with CdG in Tokyo on June 1st and called “6.1 THE MEN”. Still one of the most talked about and coveted collections by Yohji fans in Japan from what I can tell, many of the pieces still catch quite large sums on the second hand market. The theme was “war”, several musicians including Charles Lloyd and John Cale (who also modeled in A/W04 btw) modeled the show and apparently sang some antiwar song together at the final part of the show (the collection was created and shown during the gulf war). Some of the signature pieces was the leather jacket with women prints on the back (he referenced this in “my dear bomb” as well, when he talked about nose art of american fighter planes being pictures of “girlfriends and sexy ladies” when heading into battle), zipper jackets and Joan Miró inspired blazers.

This is a great story from Ottmar Liebert about his experience when he walked the show, well worth the read.

“In 1991 the Japanese designer Yohji Yamamoto, together with Comme des Garçons, was putting on the first men’s fashion show in Japan and asked me to be one of his runway models. At the time Yohji prefered to use actors and musicians over models and he has also used athletes in the past. I flew to Tokyo from Los Angeles and was picked up at the airport and taken to a very nice hotel in Tokyo, which Frank Lloyd Wright had designed in the sixties. The show took place in the Olympic swim stadium of Tokyo, where the pool had been covered by a runway stage. On each end of the runway a huge wall was erected. Behind one wall Yamamoto was set up and behind the other wall Comme des Garçons. 

Comme des Garçons : Dennis Hopper, Trumpet player Don Cherry and his son Eagle-Eye Cherry (a TV presenter in the UK and not yet the pop star), British actor Julian something or other, Keyboardist Morgan Fisher (who later produced the wonderful CD "Miniatures” to which I contributed a piece)… 

Yohji Yamamoto : Charles Lloyd, Edgar Winter, a member of YMO (one of Japan’s most famous bands, which also featured Ryuichi Sakamoto)… Yohji and his people treated everyone wonderfully. And then he made a mistake on the day of the show. 

Thinking we were all men instead of the stars some felt they were, he offered as part of the refreshments Japanese cans of beer. In Japan cans are tiny, they are cute and many of the guys probably thought that one couldn’t possibly get drunk from drinking tiny cans of beer….well, if you drink a dozen of them you do get drunk, you know! And then a British pop singer asked a French rapper to turn down the crap on his boom-box and the French guy responded with his fist, which fractured the pop guy’s jaw. While he was rushed to the hospital Yohji’s people frantically searched for somebody who could wear his clothes…. In the end one of Yohji’s French employees took his place and wore the clothes well. I felt terribly embarassed. Here we were in one of the great cities of the world, guests of a real artist, and these men had to get into a fight. What a way to repay Yohji’s kindness! But fame is fleeting and karma instant.. I never heard from the British pop star and the French rapper again…

I remember how amazed we were at the Japanese audience. Some had waited since the early morning hours and yet, when the doors opened the first in line went to the last seat instead of claiming the best seat in the house. It was almost biblical…

One thing I remember about the show itself is that Yohji, who is a guitarist himself and also produced the soundtrack, had installed sound triggers along the runway. We were invited to step on those triggers, each of which controlled a different sound that would blast over the music. Car crashes, industrial sounds, drum breaks, glass breaking, guitar riffs etc…I also remember that the Brit who was walking ahead of me was drunk or high or both and thought that the crowd’s enthusiasm was directed at him instead of the clothing…I remember three or four people helping me change into the next outfit, grabbing shirts, pulling on shoes…I remember the late Don Cherry walking around on the runway like a court jester and greeting the other Comme des 
Garçons walkers…“

Times when Fashion really seemed to be about the passion and love for the beautiful creative work of these designers. Inspiring.

that time Caitriona Balfe is the nicest human ever

I need to preface this by saying: I think ECCC was a bit under-prepared and overwhelmed by how many Outlander fans were there today. The lines were INSANE. I waited, each time I met Sam and Cait, no less than 45 minutes and over an hour for the autographing. and by the time we had made it to the hotel after the panel, to attempt the first autograph session, it was already filled up. at like 12:15. the panel ended at noon so like….HARDCORE. I am not so hardcore. I left and came back hahahaha


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We actually kind of met on Twitter. He was a friend of Tatiana Maslany’s. They had worked on a show together years ago. He wrote her something and I saw it and attached was a photograph of himself. I started stalking a little bit and I was like, “I think I have to know this guy.” I wrote him some cheesy line over Twitter. Thank god he found it funny because he wrote me back and we started messaging. We organized a time when I was in L.A. to get together, and I was 45 minutes late and he waited. I got to Intelligentsia in Silver Lake and we started talking, and within about ten minutes I was like, “Oh boy.” I was half seeing somebody else at the time, just casually, and I had to break that off after our first coffee date. Then the next morning we met up before I went to the airport, and we only had an hour to talk on that coffee date, and it felt like no time. We talked and talked and talked and talked about life and family and relationships. He was just so thoughtful and challenging. Then I left on my plane to go back home because I had to work. I was just starting the second season of the show. We talked every day, and he sent me a gift on my birthday a week later, and then I think we were exclusive a week from when we met. We did a lot of it long distance. Skype saved us. Then I moved to L.A. as soon as the second season of the show wrapped and I got an apartment. This September will be four years.
—  Jordan Gavaris on how he met Devon Graye

“From now and forever, 

Before learning of that radiance, before losing that radiance 

Here is just a festival on the eve before. An eve before failure. 

All that’s left is to wait for the funeral procession. 

Now, now, pure white virtuous goddess. Here, here, she crosses over at this late hour, leaving an extremely deep impression. But, anyhow, aren’t you overlooking something a bit? Lined up here is the troupe of mortal world. We definitely cannot become human, even if we mourn, resent, destroy and despair, we won’t become human. Passion drives the bones, only depression washes the entrails. 

Anyway, instead we can make a lot of people like those over there. Will you forgive us, then?”

~ Puella Magi Madoka Magica: WITCHES Artwork

Exploring (Tom Holland Imagine)

Disclaimer: Okay so this is my first Tom imagine so please bear with me. I just really wanted to write about him.

Late night adventures in the city with Tom


I put in my earphones as I get comfy in bed. As I am about to click play, I get a call from Tom.


“Hey Y/N, wanna do some exploring?”

I check the time. “Tom it’s almost 10. You really want to go out this late?”

“Yes, I’m bored and thought of going around the city with you. But I guess you’re not up for it so I’ll jus-”

“What did you have in mind?” I cut him off. I knew if I didn’t say yes then he’d guilt me into it.

“Well I figured we could just see what happens.”

“Okay but if we end up stranded somewhere, it’s your fault.”

He laughs. “Okay, I’ll be right over.”

I change out of my pj’s and into my favorite tee and a comfy pair of jeans. I slip some sneakers on as I hear a honk outside. I shiver a little from the cool breeze. Crap. I should’ve brought a sweater.

As I get into Tom’s car, he reaches over to the backseat then hands me his sweater. I smile. “Thanks.”

“I figured you’d forget something.”

“You know me so well.” I put it on and can’t help but smirk a little because it smells just like him.

“Ready to have the best night of your life?” he says with thrill in his eyes.


He revs the engine and we speed off into the night. I roll down the window and feel the wind blow through my hair. I shout a bit then look over at him to see his reaction. He has a huge smile painted on his face.

He pulls over at a diner that’s open late. “We’ll start this adventure off with some food.”

“Good idea.”

We head inside and instead of sitting in the booth, he jumps and lands on it. His legs are strewn across one side so I have to sit on the other. I shake my head. What a show off.

A waitress comes over and hands us some menus. “Let me start you off with some drinks. What would you like?”

“One chocolate, one strawberry and one vanilla milkshake”, Tom says, not missing a beat.

She writes down the order and asks me next, “And for you?”

Before I could answer, Tom interrupts. “The three shakes will be fine.” I shoot him a look after the waitress leaves. “We can share, right? Plus we get to try all three flavors! It’s a win win. Unless you wanted something else..”

“That sounds more exciting than what I was going to get. We’ll stick with the shakes.”

I skim over the menu and feel like ordering one of everything. I look up and catch Tom staring at me. His eyes look away, pretending he wasn’t just watching me a moment ago.

“See anything you like?” I tease.

“Umm…” His cheeks begin to turn a light pink.

“I have no idea what to get. If I could, I’d get everything!”

He chuckles. “Probably not the best idea to go out to eat when you’re practically starving.”

“Definitely not.”

“Why don’t we get some burgers and fries?”

“That sounds good.”

The waitress comes back with our shakes. “Ready to order?” she asks then takes our orders and the menus.

“Which of the three do you think will be the best?” Tom asks.


“You sure? Isn’t vanilla too plain?”

“Not to me. I find that it has a good balance, the perfect amount of sweetness.”

“I’ve never looked at it that way before.”

“You shouldn’t judge something based on the outside. You got to dig deep and maybe you’ll find something sweet inside.”

“Good point. So since vanilla is best, shall we save it for last?”

“Sure.” He hands me the strawberry and he takes the chocolate. We sip at the same time, taking a few seconds to rate the taste.

“Wow, that is really good!” I gush. “What about yours?”

“Not bad. Let’s switch.” He switches our glasses, takes a sip and nods his head. “That is delicious.”

“You were right about this one, it’s alright.”

We then move onto vanilla. Tom takes a straw from one of the other glasses, wipes it then dunks it into the glass. We sip at the same time and ‘mmm’ in unison. I try not to keep eye contact with him as we continue drinking the shake. 

The waitress comes back with our food, making the moment a bit more awkward. 

“I’m starving”, Tom says, breaking the silence.

“Me too.” As we enjoy our burgers and fries, an idea comes to mind. “Say, have you tried dipping your fries in a shake?”

“I haven’t.”

“You have been missing out my friend.” I place the vanilla shake in between us and dip a fry in. I take a bite and savor the taste. Tom does the same and his eyes go wide.

“Wow. That is amazing!” 

I laugh. “You’re welcome.”

Late night dinner fills with chitter chatter about anything and everything. After we finish, we decide to see the touristy sites. And boy, are they more beautiful at night! 

“Let’s pretend we’re visiting the city”, Tom says. I take some quick snaps of him and laugh at his idea. “Aww don’t tell me you took bad ones!” He runs over to me to look at my phone.

“You never take bad pictures. Your idea is what amused me.”

He grins at me. “We should try their Starbucks over here! See if they have any interesting drinks.” 

We head on over to the 24 hour Starbucks and find no line. “We should go here around this time to avoid the busyness”, I joke.

He laughs. “For sure. What would you like?”

“Just get me the usual.” As he places our orders, I take out my phone, open up my camera and capture this moment. I flip through the pictures I took as we wait for our drinks.

He goes up, grabs them and motions me to go outside. “Since there’s no one else in there, I thought we should enjoy our warm beverages in the park.”

We walk to the park which isn’t far. Tom sits down on the grass, placing his coffee beside him and lays down. I follow his lead. “Wow”, I say out loud as I take in the beautiful sight of the stars above us. 

“Incredible, right?”

“Absolutely.” I look over at him and just smile. “We should do this more often. Maybe, make it into some sort of tradition.”

His eyes meet mine. “Yeah, I’d like more nights like this. As long as it’s with you.” 

There was something a little off about Harry today. He was perfectly fine before breakfast: He had woken you up with kisses to your cheek, the two of you spent a while snuggling before you decided you wanted to have some breakfast. Harry said he was going to send a couple emails before he’d come and join you. Of course, it never happened, and you came upstairs a while later, not surprised to see him tapping away on his phone. While you were brushing your teeth and doing whatever it was you needed to do, Harry went downstairs to find something to munch on. After he came up, you couldn’t help but notice the obvious shift in his mood. The two of you were currently sat in the living room, you with your eyes glued to the TV screen and Harry with his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. 

“So what do you wanna do today?” You asked, glancing at your boyfriend before bringing your attention back to the advertisement that was playing on the TV. 

“Don’t know, don’t care.” Harry grumbled, his brows knitted together as he slumped deeper into the couch. You turned to look at him again before your own brows furrowed. 

“We could always make some brownies. We’ve got all the ingredients!” 

“I hate brownies. They’re highly fattening and your sugar levels will go straight through the roof.” Harry said bluntly, dark green eyes flickering over to you. What? Harry loved your brownies!

“What about a walk in the park? We could use some fresh air.” 

“It’s that time of the year where the population of bees in the park increases drastically. So that’s a no.” 

“Stay home and watch TV?” 

“You’ll destroy your eyes. You already have glasses, Y/N.” 

“Alright, geez. Party pooper.” You huffed, turning the volume down on the TV before turning to face Harry with a frown. “What’s the matter with you today? You’re being a dick.” 

You’re being a dick.” 

“Now you’re being immature and grumpy.” 

“Am not.” 

“Are too!” 

“Am not!” 

“Are too-” 

“Well I wouldn’t be so grumpy if you hadn’t finished the rest of my rainbow bagel I was saving for breakfast!” Harry blurted out, pulling a face before flopping back against the couch. A bagel? He was upset over a quarter of a bagel? 

“Are you serious?” You had to admit, you felt a little guilty for eating the rest of his bagel, but there was nothing left to eat! Not to mention, Harry always snuck bites of your food! 

“Yes, I’m serious. I waited half an hour for that damn thing.” Harry pouted, the realization of how bratty he was being washing over his features. You couldn’t help but giggle at your boyfriend. 

“Will it make you feel better if we go out today and buy a couple to bring home? I’ll gladly wait in line with you this time so you don’t have to brave the thirty minutes alone.” You teased, walking over and sitting down next to him before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Sorry about eating your bagel. Promise I’ll ask next time before shoving it down my throat.” 

“S’okay. Sorry for bein’ so mean.” Harry murmured, already googling the address for the bagel place. “I could go for some brownies too.” 


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Military sister (3/?)

request: yes

plot: the reader is part of the batfam or batsis and wants to join the mlitary and this is her adventures

A/n: also the last paragraph is part of part 4 which I haven’t even written yet but… enjoy!

word count: 1,509

warning(s): blood, guns, killing (doesn’t go into it)

tagging: @shadowrunner101 @tim-help @ti0261 @comicbookworm @gokusanfan @confidentcorgi

part 1  part 2  part 3 (you’re here)

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The Right One Pt. 1

Jackson Wang X Reader

Looking through the mirror of the antique vanity even you had to admit that you looked amazing. The hairdresser and makeup artist had both done their jobs well. You’re dress wasn’t slacking either. The corset top with it’s pearl beaded design pushing everything in and up, and the lace sleeves that covered your arms for a hint of modesty. As beautiful as you were and as you felt it didn’t matter, none of this mattered to you. Everyone would tell you how beautiful you were, they would mean it too, despite the unhappiness in your eyes.

The door to the private room creaked open and you looked up from your frown to the unexpected guest.  

“Jackson?” You said impossibly quiet, “What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“Your father may not like me, but you’re sister is still a fan.” He smiled softly, “You look…so beautiful.”

“You have to leave. I don’t want you to see me like this.” Your eyes filled with tears, it hurt so much to see him in front of you, “If my father finds you here…”

“Come with me.” He said stepping forward, wrapping his hands around your wrists. “It’s not too late, we’ll run away, wherever you want. Just, please, don’t do this.”

“Jackson, please,” your lips trembled, “this is already so hard”

“You don’t love him, you love me.” panic set in his voice. “This is crazy. Your father can’t control your life like this.”

“I won’t let him hurt you anymore.” you whispered, a tear rolling down your perfectly made face.

“Not having you is the worst pain.” Jackson said collecting the tear on the pad of his thumb. “Anything else I can handle, but not this.”  

“Please, just let me do this for you.” several more tears slipped from your eyes. “Please, just go.”

He nodded, knowing very well by now when you were decided on something. He kissed the tears from your cheeks. “One last kiss? Please, can I have at least that?”

You nodded and he tilted his head. His lips felt like home. They were soft, warm, and so familiar. Everything about him fit you, it had the moment you met him. His personality complemented yours. His arms fit around you like a seat belt and they were just as safe. And his lips, his lips fit yours like a matching puzzle piece and together they created the most beautiful picture you’d ever witnessed.

You kept your eyes closed when the kiss ended. You kept them closed as he said goodbye and you stuttered out your own goodbye with trembling lips. You kept your eyes closed as you listened to the door close with a click. You’d keep them closed until all of this was over.

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First time posting my work like this.. it’s going to hopefully be a series.. hope you enjoy it.

Author: Gotnolife7

Pairing: reader/ Yugyeom.

Rating: M for mature.

Summary: You weren’t boring, you were busy there was a difference. While you were working hard your best friends called you lame. You could be fun and you would prove it.

“I swear to God if you don’t stop trying to scratch your scalp I will shave your whole damn head,” you yelled as you swatted away the impatient boys hands, “you aren’t making me do all this work just so you can ruin it!”

Bambam groaned and let out an annoyed sigh, “It burns Noona!”, he whined as you placed a plastic cap over his head. Dark brown hair now turning a pale yellow thanks to you. He begged and begged you to bleach his hair and turn it red, so here you where cramped up in his small bathroom. The damn boy complaining when you were doing all the work.

“Thirty minutes I promise,” you chuckled as you gave everything a once over. That only made him more whiny, plump pink lips pouting.

“Yah, are you almost done? Some of us have to use this bathroom,” Mark complained, leaning against the frame. You smiled and patted Bambam’s shoulder, “all your’s, come along child,” you giggled as you made your way out of the bathroom.

It was your normal Saturday schedule, you held up in your two best friends apartment just hanging about, and of course Bambam whining. You started out friends firstly with Marks girlfriend when you just moved to Seoul, who then introduced you to the both of them, Mark quickly taking the role of big brother. That relationship however hadn’t lasted very long and neither did your and her’s friendship, your friendship with the boys however stuck like superglue.

“Don’t even know why you are complaining, you wanted this,” Mark chuckled as he plopped himself down on the sofa next to you. Bambam only rolled his eyes in response making you chuckle.

Although you had two more years under your belt Bambam had a good nine inches in height under his. People confused you as the junior and him the senior and the boys never let you live it down. It was also more embarrassing out at the bars when you would get carded left and right while he just ordered his drinks freely, no one even batting a lash.

“How much longer does that have to stay on his head? We are going out tonight,” Mark grumbled while playing with his phone. You groaned, all you wanted to do was stay in and watch some movies, the boys however had other plans. Plans that of course included drinking and girls. You certainly didn’t feel like going out and being social, fact it was the number one thing you hated most in the world. It wasn’t that you weren’t good at it, you just preferred acting as if you were well into your fifties and stay in.

“Do we have to? I don’t feel like being fake social,” you grumbled as you threw your head back against the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.

“Oh no, don’t give me that. I know you Y/n and the last time you even spoke to the opposite sex, other than us, was at least two months ago,” Mark says, eyes narrowed as he tosses his phone down next to him.

It was true, it had been a while, in all aspects. Mark however was being slightly nice, the last time you even hugged a guy that wasn’t either Bambam or him was at least eight months ago, sex on the other hand. Well hell you were pretty much a born again virgin.

“And? I’m fine? If you haven’t noticed boys don’t like me,” you sighed, Bambam letting out a snort. “I agree with that Bambam,” Mark chuckled.

Your head whipped up glaring at the both of them, “ wow, so what? You all want me to become a hoe?” you half shouted as you slapped Marks shoulder.

“You need to live a little Y/n, what are you gunna do when we get girlfriends?” Bambam says, looking genuinely concerned,“we just don’t want you to be alone.” The thought did cross your mind, the boys did date here and there but it seemed fine that you all still hung out regardless.

“I’m not guys. Seriously I’m okay,” you sighed as you looked down at your hands. As much as you hated to admit it they were right, you had been feeling kind of lonely lately, especially at night. Hell your mind seemed as dirty as a mans at this point and your hand was your only lover, however you were shy as hell. Even if a boy glanced your way you couldn’t deal. It was sad.

“No, nope. Not having this. Tonight is the night Y/n I’m serious. Finals are over, you have tomorrow off. Let loose. Just once and we will stop bugging you,” Mark started, staring you dead in the eyes, your annoyance growing. You hated being the stick in the mud but you especially hated being called the stick in the mud.

“We will even buy your drinks,” Bambam chimed in as he crouched next to Mark, all eyes on you. Something in you shifted.

“Okay fine. Fuck it,” you groaned as you raked your fingered through your hair. It was true, you needed to live a little. You could be fun, and you were going to show them that you can have fun.

It was a little past eleven thirty when the boys finally swung by your place to pick you up. You gave yourself a once over, a wicked smile spread across your now dark red stained lips. The boys were going to freak and you knew it, but tonight was the night. You were going to have fun, let loose, and hell maybe finally at least talk to a boy.

The clicking of your heeled boots against the pavement seemed to be the only sound you could hear as your anxiety grew, your fingers fidgeting with the black tennis skirt that just barely seemed to cover your butt.

“Damn Noona, you look hot as fuck,” Bambam whistled out the passenger side window as you approached the car. Score one, as uncomfortable as you felt you knew the outfit was a good idea. “Finally wearing the leather jacket I got you two birthdays ago,” Mark chuckled as he held open your door signaling you to hop in.

You knew you needed to show the full outfit to gage the reactions, if you needed to change then now was the time. With shaky fingers you unzipped the jacket letting it open to reveal the deep red lace top that clung to you like a second layer of skin.

“Well I’ll be damned. Someone’s sure as hell looking for a man tonight,” Mark chuckled as he glanced at you in the review. You inwardly sighed in relief, at least you look decent. “No ones going to mistake me for a boy tonight,” you chuckled as you played with your pixie cut hair. If you had a dollar for every time you were mistaken for a boy by some drunk idiot, you would have endless drinks for at least six months.

You arrived at the club ten minutes later, your heart hammering in your chest, you needed alcohol and you needed it now. The bouncer let the three of you in as soon as you approached the entrance which surprised you, usually you would be waiting in line for an hour or so but apparently you just needed to show a little skin and boom easy access.

“You should dress like this more often, maybe we don’t even need to buy you drinks,” Bambam laughed as he patted your back, you rolled your eyes.

“Cranberry vodka now,” you demand as you pushed the tall, now red haired boy, towards the bar. You needed liquid courage, it was the only way fun Y/n was going to come out. As soon as he handed you the pink glass you swallowed it down in one gulp.

“Easy,” Mark yelled over the music at you. You ignored him as you quickly downed a shot of tequila Bambam handed to you. The liquid burning your throats but making you feel warm and fuzzy all over.

It only took twenty minutes before the boys quickly found their prey for the night leaving you alone with your third drink. You didn’t mind however, alcohol finally doing its job of loosening your tense muscles, your hips now swaying to the beat.

“Hey you look kind of lonely pretty girl,” a gross, clearly older, gentlemen chuckled. His breath smelling of gin and cigarettes. You sighed, “no I’m fine thanks,” taking another sip from your glass. This was usually the type of males that spoke to you, ones that assumed you were a lot younger and had some kind of sick little girl fantasy.

“Oh come on now don’t be like that. Did your little friends leave you all alone? Why not spend some time with a man,” he whispered in your ear grabbing you by your wrist to pull you forward. You could feel your stomachs churning.

“Piss off! I’m clearly not interested!” you yelled trying to break his hold which seemed to grow tighter, you knew you would have a bruise tomorrow. Suddenly you felt an arm wrap around your waist pulling you backwards into a hard but warm surface.

“Kindly take your hands off my girl,” an angelic voice growled behind you, a shiver running down your spine.  You could feel heat rising in your cheeks, it sure as hell wasn’t one of the boys. The older man only glared before he let go and took off. You turned to face your savior, their arm still wrapped tightly around your waist. Without heels you are a small five foot, with heels however you were a good five three average height yet when you turned all you saw was a very pale white neck. You craned your neck up, you could feel your eyes grow nearly popping out of the sockets.

Warm brown eyes staring into yours as you scanned down his whole face, making note of the small mole just below his eye, staring all the way down to the pair of plump soft looking pink lips now forming a smile, your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could feel it.

“You alright shorty?” he chuckled, arm wrapping slightly tighter around you. Breath, you needed to breath but your lungs seemed to be failing you.

You meekly nodded taking in a shaky breath. He chuckled, you could feel the vibration. Taking another breath you slightly came to your senses and took a step backwards, his arm dropping it’s hold.

“Erm, thanks. You didn’t have to..” you started as you glanced around desperately trying to find one of the boys. You felt so small and awkward under his gaze.

“It’s no problem. He was being a bit to touchy. Doesn’t seem to know when no means no,” he continued, stepping a little closer. You looked up at him wide eyed, every hair on your body seeming to stand tall.

There was no denying he was handsome as hell, your nerves were a wreck, this was out of the norm and you didn’t know what to do. You could feel your teeth grab hold of your bottom lip and you nodded in response. He looked down at your mouth causing your heart to beat rapidly.

“Are you here with someone? Maybe you should meet back up with your friends,” he pressed, his lips closer to your ear now. The music was so loud yet in that moment all you could hear was his voice, your body very aware of his breath against your skin.

Keep it together Y/n. You can do this. You yelled at yourself. This was your night after all.

“I’m here with some friends but I’m fine. I can take care of myself,” you shrugged, taking a quick swig of your now watered down drink. A smirk spread across his mouth and you could feel your insides screaming. Damn he was attractive.

“No denying it baby girl,” he chuckled and all of a sudden his arm was around your waist again, “care to dance? Maybe a way to say thank you for swooping in and defeating the bad guy?” his sweet voice making your whole body melt. You bit down into your lip hard, fuck it, you nodded and set down your drink.

He guided you down to the dance floor, you let the music take over, your hips swaying to the rhythm. Your body was on fire, arms wrapped around his neck, his hands finding their way down to your hips pulling you closer into him. If the boys could see you now.

His forehead came down to rest on yours, your body’s so close you could feel his chest rise and fall. Hooded eyes staring strait into yours, his warm breath washing over your face. A giggle escaped you lips, you felt like you were on fire, and suddenly his lips were attached to yours. Your head was whirling, you kissed him back and felt so alive.

Fingers tangled into soft black hair, the grip on your hips tightening. Alcohol running through your veins  making you brave. You bit into his bottom lip begging for entrance and he gladly gave it, your tongue slipping in without hesitation.

He pulled back breathless, “want to get out of here?” eyes glazed over, lips slightly plumper. God he was so damn hot. You nodded before quickly pulling him back in forgetting about all the other bodies surrounding you, kissing him slow and hard.

He broke away and wrapped his arm around, guiding you out of the club. You thought about Mark and Bamabam when the cold air from outside quickly hit you but the man pulled you closer to him as if to keep you warm and suddenly all you could think about were his damn lips.

Quickly you started getting closer to a sleek black car, his arm still wrapped around you to guide you, you grew impatient. Once you got closer to the vehicle you spun grabbing hold of the front of his shirt quickly pushing him against the door, gripping the back of his neck and pulling his mouth down onto yours. He froze for a second, clearly shocked by your sudden brave actions, but quickly collected himself and kissed you back. His large warm hands sliding into your unzipped jacket, gripping your exposed rib cage, a shiver running down your spine.

“Inside. Now,” he groaned against your lips as he quickly unlocked the door, you broke away and plopped down onto the cool leather seat trying to regain a normal breathing pattern. Your skin was on fire and begging to be touched. He quickly got into the drivers seat, door barely shutting before his lips were back onto yours. You couldn’t stand it, you needed him and you needed him bad.

“Drive now. Not here,” you gasped in between his slow kisses. You didn’t know how or when he did it but suddenly the car was on and you were driving away from the club. His hand sliding up and down your thigh.  Your teeth bitting down hard on your now plump bottom lip.

The music was off but all you could hear was your erratic heartbeat. His fingers slowly creeping up high, playing with the hem of your skirt. You didn’t look at him or stop him, you made sure to stare straight forward to keep yourself focused. A giggle escaping your lips, his fingers growing braver moved up further meeting a small corner of your clothed lace thong. You thanked god you were smart enough to wear some sort of cute underwear. His soft fingers sliding under the fabric gently grazing over your core.

“Already so ready,” he hissed as he felt how wet you had gotten just from him kissing you, your head leaning back into the seat as a small moan escaped your mouth. Suddenly his hand was gone, now both hands gripping the steering wheel. You let out a little whine. “Almost baby girl,” he chuckled as he sped up.

You had no idea where you were but you really didn’t care, you just needed him to hurry. Time wasn’t even  relevant to you to be honest. He got closer to a large apartment complex, a garage door gliding up, quickly pulling in and parking in a spot. You finally turned to look at him and his lips were back on yours, his hand flying under your skirt rubbing your clothed clit. Gasping and groaning your fingers laced into his hair, your hand slowly sliding down his chest to his pants growing more and more impatient when you felt how hard he was.

He groaned in response, the sound driving you crazy. As quickly as it started it ended and he was out of the car leaving you to regain your reins. He helped you out of the passenger seat, his arm wrapped around your waist again guiding you to an elevator.

You both waited in silence until the elevator doors opened, quickly stepping inside, the doors closing and you were back to your attack. Your body pressed against his, hand against his crotch making him groan into your mouth. It was the longest elevator ride of your life, the small ding making the both of you jump in surprise as if you had gotten caught. He smiled down at you as you giggled.

“This way baby,” he whispered in you ear giving it a quick nip, you yelped and followed behind. You noted how nice the hall and doors looked, definitely the nicer part of town. He stopped in front of the door at the very end of the hallway and quickly typed a code into the door, a click indicating it was now unlocked.

Let the games begin.

You went in first trying to look around the dark apartment, a click behind you made you jump. His fingers grabbing the tops of your shoulders spun you around, your back pressed against the cold wall, soft lips latched back onto your mouth. He was eating you alive.

His lips going painfully slow but strong, he was in control and your job was to just stay standing. Your body on such a high that you knew if he let go your knees would give out. Slowly you felt your jacket being pushed off your shoulders, the smooth fabric sliding down your arms hitting the floor with a light thud. Your hands slid down his chest, fingers undoing each button carefully as if you were saving the wrapping to a gift.

Dull nails scratching up your spine making you whine. When you finally reached his waist line your fingers went through his front belt loops and you pulled him closer making him chuckle into your mouth. You undid his belt undoing each button on his tight black jeans and slowly slid your hand into his boxers, groaning. He was hard and ready, and damn was he well built.

A low moan against your lips made you feel brave. It had been a good while, you were definitely out of practice and you could feel anxiety start to bubble. A fire erupted deep within your belly as he sighed into your mouth, you wanted to do good and by god you wanted to keep hearing his sweet moans.

Biting gently down onto his bottom lip you slowly slid down, fingers tugging into his belt loops causing his pants and boxers to slide down with you. You grabbed hold of him, hard and warm in your hands licking off the precum.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he grabbed hold of your hair. You giggled as you started your teasing, slow kitten lapping from bottom to tip before taking him in your mouth fully. He was a mess, groaning and breathing erratic, your hair being gently pulled.

It drove you mad, just the sound of him coming undone could get you off and you wanted to make him scream your name which he didn’t even know.

“Enough,” he growled pulling you up from the ground a little roughly, looking you dead in the eyes. No not enough, you needed more, you needed him. You licked your lips slowly, he stared down at your mouth and sucked in a breath.

“No. More,” you whispered as you pulled him to you mouth latching on to his, hand slowly stroking him causing his to shudder. Roughly he grabbed hold of your hands pinning them about your head, you let out a frustrated whine making him chuckle.

“Patience,” he whispered in your ear as his hand slid down your side, his other hand still holding your hands in place. He tugged the bottom hem of your skirt and hummed, “the little school girl skirt stays,” he chuckled, fingers gliding up your thigh. You giggled in response.

His fingers gently tugged your thong to the side and quickly slid two fingers into you causing you to cry out. There was no need to even warm you up. “So tight and ready,” he groaned as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you. You moaned and moved your hips into his hand.

“Please,” you moaned out, he was teasing you and you couldn’t stand it. It was now or never. He stared into your eyes, glossed over and full of lust, and quickly tore you away from the wall gripping you from behind your thighs and suddenly you were in the air. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hard member now pressed against you causing you to move your hips, teasing him.

“So impatient baby girl,” he growled giving your ass a quick slap causing you to giggle. You were quickly thrown onto a soft bed, legs spread, eyes locked onto his. His shirt was suddenly gone and he stood in all his naked glory before you.

“I’m a little over dressed,” you giggled, he moved on top of you. Your top was quickly pulled off over your head, his mouth suddenly wrapped around your nipple. He was going to be the death of you.

“The skirt stays,” he said in between kissing down your torso grabbing hold of your thighs. Suddenly he was hidden under your skirt, underwear now on the floor, and stared licking your clit. You let out a loud moan. If this was how you were to die, so be it.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled as you heard the sound of a ripping wrapper. His tip right at your opening, and slowly he pushed in. You gasped, damn it had been a long time.

“So tight,” he moaned as he finally slid all the way in giving you a moment to adjust. It felt like forever before you slowly raised your hips to his causing him to moan.

Slowly he pumped in and out of you before the pace began to quicken. Both of you moaning and gripping onto each other for dear life. A fire growing inside of you threatening to escape.

“I can’t. I’m going to,” you moaned as your nails dug into his back.

“Ride it baby,” he moaned as you quickly reached your peak. In the midst of your orgasm you heard him let out a loud moan before you felt him twitch in you, collapsing next to you. Both of you breathing hard, coming down from your high. His arms wrapped around your small form, holding you close.

You were so weak and spent, your head cuddled deep into the crook of his neck, the both of you passing out.

You were on fire, hell you felt like you were in a fire. Sunlight forcing you awake from your blissful sleep. Slowly your eyes cracked open. This wasn’t your apartment, it sure as hell wasn’t the boys. You grew slightly panicked until you felt arms tighten around your waist causing you to look down. There he was.

Mr. Last night. Oh god that’s right. Your mind whirled. There he was all naked chest, sheets wrapped around you and him. He clung to you like a baby, so warm and soft.


Slowly and gently you loosened his grip and slipped off the bed. Your skirt the only thing covering you, quickly you swooped up your top, underwear, and heels dashing out of the room as quietly as you could. As you made your way down the hall you noticed how fancy the apartment was.

Must be loaded. You thought as you picked up your jacket from the floor of the door way before making your exit.

Here you were heels in hand, Ms. Walk of shame to the bus stop. No idea where you were or even what time it was.

Stick in the mud who?


#ShipperCon - my ECCC 2017 story (part 1)

I honestly don’t even know how to begin. It’s been nearly a week and I’m still buzzing and overwhelmed from last weekend. What started out 8 weeks ago as an impulsive trip with 2 ladies who live in the Seattle area (the original #ShipperCon trio!), it quickly turned into a group of 8 of us from all over the US. Finally meeting after becoming friends on Twitter over the last year. I’m so thankful they were all able to make the trip all the way out to the NW and I couldn’t have asked for a better weekend. Truly.

I’ve already reblogged the top moments that @heyheykatiemae put together from the weekend (check those out too!) and I’m going to totally steal her idea of using all our Twitter handles to keep the stories straight. (You can also follow these lovely ladies over there because they’re basically the best. No lie.)

@heyheykatiemae (also on tumblr), @jill_millander, @ClaireEBFraser (@claireelizabethbeauchampfraser on tumblr), @birdie4573, @ZenGeisha1 (@zengeisha on tumblr), @Pursuitofagood1 (@pursuitofagoodbook on tumblr), and @meg_eh.

Apologies in advance that this got EXTREMELY wordy. But it just spilled out and I don’t want to forget a second of it! Since it did end up being so long, this is part 1 of 2!

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Calm Down.

You hadn’t heard from Sebastian all day which was weird, because even when he was full of interviews and appearances, he always made time to at least text you telling you that he loves you. You weren’t sure if you should be worried or if he was just extra busy. Your mind went through all the situations he could be in; in trouble or just answering questions. 

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#6 & #11-Juice Ortiz

#6-You’re cute, but I’m cuter.“

#11-Wow, someone needs a happy meal.”




“Ugh, this is taking forever!” I exclaimed in the line me and Juice had been waiting in for probably a little over half an hour.

Juice chuckled. “Wow, someone needs a happy meal.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “You’re d*nm right I do.”

I was starving, and we were waiting for food. I hadn’t eaten all day and this was killing me.

“Don’t worry Babe. I’ll handle this.” He smirked before attempting to flirt with the woman and in front of us so we’d move up in line. But she turned him down, completely unimpressed.

He sighed. “Well..never mind.” I chuckled.

“Oh Juicy, she doesn’t play for your team.”

Then, I attempted to flirt with her, and sure enough we moved up in line, taking Juice a bit by surprise, I chuckled.

“You see, you’re cute, but I’m cuter.” I teased. Earning an eyeroll from my boyfriend. He smiled, and put his arm on my waist.

“Can’t argue with that logic.”

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Good Girl Ch 29: Birthday Pt 4

“You liars!” I yell as I collapse on to the fake grass, my chest is heaving as I try my best to breath without hyperventilating. I’ve never run so much in my life. Xiumin comes over to me with a bottle of water in his hand that I happily accept, he drinks his own while Luhan joins us. “You guys are so mean to me,” I pout.

“We went easy on you,” Luhan tells me for the hundredth time. “You should see how it is when all of us are playing, things get kind of crazy.”

“Kind of?” Xiu scoffs, “That shit gets straight up violent.”

“I will be a cheerleader when that is going on,” I shake the horrifying thought out of my head of what they would be like.

“I’m sorry if we were too aggressive,” the oldest kisses my cheek. “Next time we will make sure you are more prepared for something like this,” I flush at the sexual thoughts running threw my head.

“Did I interrupt something?” Suho chuckles as he walks across the field to us.

I hold my arms up to him like a child wanting to be picked up, “Daddy Suho these two are being mean.” He happily picks me up princess style.

“You guys went too hard on her didn’t you?” Suho gives them a glare. “I told you to be careful with her.”

Luhan sticks his tongue out at the younger, “What are you going to do about it?”

Suho gives him a smug smirk, “I’ll tell Lay.” The two men obviously tense, “You heard him earlier about his itch to fight lately with the news of our baby’s family situation. I don’t think he’d be happy to hear that you guys have been too rough with her.”

They pout, “We’re sorry.”

“It’s unfair for anyone to place against you two.”

I nod in agreement, “They have some weird connection, like they know what the other is thinking. They have their little hand signals and looks.”

“That’s impressive, that’s why you were catching on at the end, no one can ever really figure out what we are doing but you did a pretty good job baby,” Luhan compliments me.

“We are heading out, see you at dinner,” Suho waves to his brother before carrying me out like the gentleman that he is. When we reach the top of the stairs I try to get down but he doesn’t let me, “You look tired, we’re just going a few floors up.” I sigh but don’t fight. He goes to the elevator and steps inside.

“Is it a stupid question to ask if you own this building?” I ask after a moment of silence.

He chuckles, “Kind of.”

I sigh, “You guys are so freaking rich it’s starting to get ridiculous.”

“You looked like you were having fun.”

“Yea, it’s been awhile since I felt so free.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m always at school or at home, as big and amazing as your house is, it’s just been awhile since I’ve been able to go and run.”

“It’s your house too you know.”

“Our house,” I correct.

The doors open to another smaller lobby where a beautiful woman is sitting behind the front desk with a flirty gaze fixed on Suho. This bitch. I glare at her before snuggling closer into Suho’s embrace. She stands up and bows politely.

“Hello Mr. Kim, it’s rare to see you here.” She greets with a fake smile.

“I’m treating my girlfriend for her birthday,” Suho explains, completely uncaring about the obvious fuck me vibe the lady is putting out. I’ve never been so satisfied hearing that word.

Her smile falters before opening the glass door to let us threw. Another woman is there to greet us, she holds out a bathrobe for each of us before leaving us in a changing room. Suho helps me peel off my sweaty clothes, leaving me in nothing but the robe before taking off his own clothes. We step into room where a big bath is waiting for us. It’s like strait out of the movies, there are candles, rose petals, bubbles, and two glasses of champagne, I raise a brow at him.

“It’s a bit cheesy I know.”

“It’s romantic,” I correct. We climb into the hot water, we get into our normal position with me in between his legs, and my back resting on his chest. He hesitantly hands me a glass after a few minutes of me whining.

“I hear you’ve had a few run-ins with some of Jiyong’s guys today.”

I nod, staring at the tan tiled wall, “Yea, it was no big deal, I didn’t even get to open the card Seunghyun-ssi gave me.”

“Kris wanted to test it for poison before we gave it to you.”


He sighs, “It’s clean.”

“Seunghyun wouldn’t kill me.”

“What makes you so sure?”

I take his hand and lace our fingers together, “Kris said it himself, Seunghyun is incredibly loyal to oppa. And not to sound too cocky but I feel like I’m important to Jiyong.”

He hums in agreement.

“Are my friends you guys’ foot soldiers?” I ask bravely.

He doesn’t say anything for a minute before asking, “How did you learn about that?”

“I over hear conversations daddy, I know a lot more things than I should.”

“Yes they are.”

“What is it like to be a foot soldier?”

“Why are you so curious?”

I sigh, “Because you guys know so much about me, I barely know anything about your past, I just want to know what you were like before you became the headmaster of a school and mafia boss.”

He chuckles at that, “I wasn’t the best soldier as you can imagine.”

“I don’t trust the image I have of you, I didn’t think Lay could be scary yet everyone seems to be afraid of him.”

“Lay is one scary bastard if you get on the wrong side of him, if there is one thing I don’t want you to see is him upset. Though there is a good chance you’d be the reason, so please be safe.” We both laugh, “He has been really upset the last few days after we talked about your family. We all have been but you know him and his worries.”

I just nod.

“You should have told us.”

“I don’t like to talk about them. They aren’t that bad of people they just didn’t like me.”

“You know we love you right?” He wraps his arms around me and hugs me close.

“I know, I love you too.”


“I kind of want to jump in,” Baekhyun sighs sitting down on the tub ledge, he dips a pretty finger into the still hot water.

“I don’t think Chanyeol would appreciate you doing it without him, I haven’t thought about what it would be like with you and Suho but no match seems like a bad idea, I guess,” I can’t help but tease the older boy. He realizes what I’m talking about and blushes.

“Who told you about that?” He glares at the older.

“It was the two oldest so good luck getting back at them.”

He huffs, “Great, now lets go and get you ready for dinner.” He grabs a towel and holds it up to wrap around me after I get up. Suho stand up too, accepting the towel the younger offers.

“Are we leaving the building?” I ask, dreading the idea of having to put on clothes again to just change not even an hour later.

“No, we’re going a few rooms over for you to get your hair styled and get your makeup done for dinner.”

Once I’m dry he takes the towel back and helps me put the robe on before leading me out of the room into an empty hallway. We walk into a big room where there are lines of empty chairs, a pretty girl is waiting by one of them with a polite smile on her face. She bows to greet us, she gestures for me to sit in the chair and I obey while Baek sits in the one next to it.

“What would you like me to do with it?” She asks him.

“I think up would look especially beautiful. What do you think Baby?”

“You can pick.” He nods to the girl before she begins playing with my curls.

“How was you day today?” He asks.

“Really good, you guys are just too amazing,” I beam at him, making the puppy boy flush once again. He looks at his phone for a minute before jumping to his feet, “Is something wrong?”

He quickly shakes his head and gives me a small smile, “It’s work related, just give me one second.” I nod and he leaves the room. In the mirror I watch the girl’s lust full eyes follow him out. What is with the girls here checking out my daddies?

The girl and I sit in silence for a few minutes before she asks, “How long have you been dating Mr. Baekhyun?”

“A little over two months,” At least that’s my guess on when you could say we started dating.

“I was surprised when he requested for me to come in when they had shut down the whole spa, you are one lucky girl to have such a sweet boyfriend.”

I nod, “I’m very lucky.”

She is quiet for a minute before she adds, very bitterly, “There is a long list of girls who are dying to get even a second of his attention.”

“I don’t blame them, every second I have of his is amazing and filled with fun.”

“I guess so, you don’t seem to be getting very much of it.”

“I don’t need his attention every second of the day, I’m not that desperate,” Though to be honest I would prefer to have it right now.

“He’s probably giving it to some other girl right now.”

I get out of my seat to glare at her, the smug look in her eyes sets my blood on fire. I storm toward the door and rip it open to find Baekhyun holding the phone to his ear, his mouth set in a firm line.

“I’m sorry baby, just give me a few more minutes, this is really important,” He begs me. I sigh and nod before turning back and sitting down in the seat. She reaches for my hair but I slap her hands away.

“Thank you for your time but please leave me alone. I don’t like your attitude, so leave and I’ll just tell him you weren’t feeling well.”

She scoffs, “I’m getting paid good money to be here, I’m not going anywhere. Now stop being a spoiled brat and let me finish your hair.”

“No thank you, now please, if you don’t want to leave the building, I don’t give a fuck but I don’t like how you talk to me or how you stare at my oppa.” She glares at me but still leaves, huffing and mumbling under her breath. When she’s gone I take it upon myself to finish tying my now caramel colored waves above my head. There is makeup set out on the table but I decided to wait for Baekhyun to do that.

In the hall I can hear someone yelling, it’s Baekhyun yelling at his phone, in another minute he throws it against the door. I debate on going out to see if he’s okay or giving him a minute to calm down but the door opens to reveal a very tired looking Baekhyun. He sits down in the same chair, he scans the room before frowning, “Where did the girl go?”

“She wasn’t feeling well,” I lie.

“At least she had time to finish your hair.”

I nod, “Is everything okay?”

He sighs, “It’s just some tension between some lower guys and they were getting aggressive. It’s just a mess.”

“I’m sorry.”

With a deep breath he shakes off his gangster side, becoming my playful Baekhyun, “I’m the one who should be sorry for leaving you alone. It’s makeup time!” He beams at me as he drags his chair closer to work on my makeup. I watch him grab a few things before leaning forward and closing my eyes to let him work. When I don’t feel anything touching my face I open my eyes to question him but realize he’s just staring at me. “You’re just so beautiful, you don’t need makeup.”

I scoff at his cheesiness, “Daddy, stop with your silliness.”

“No baby, I just want you no that you are the most important thing in my life. I feel like an asshole for leaving you, even if it was only for a few minutes, a few minutes is all I usually get with you.” My heart sinks at his words, “I don’t want you to think I’m not happy to be here with you, I’m beyond happy. I love you more than you will ever know.”

I’m out of my chair and in his lap, hugging him tightly, “I love you too.” We sit there like that for what feels like a wonderful forever when he lets out a sigh.

“I need to do your makeup.”

“I forgot about dinner,” I say with a yawn.

He chuckles, brushing a stray curl out of my face he says, “Is my sweet baby tired already?”

I shake my head, “I’m ready!” He places me in my seat before grabbing the stuff needed to put my makeup on. Like always he does and amazing job with eyeliner, I expect nothing less from him. It usually doesn’t take him long but right now he is taking his time with me, touching my face more than necessary. Not that I mind one bit, it take all of myself control to not just jump his sweet bones right now.

When we are done there is a knock at the door, Kai steps in with my dress in hand. I must add that he is wearing the all black suit I told him to buy earlier, and like before, he looks absolutely amazing. He sends Baekhyun out telling him to get dressed.

“You look so handsome,” I beam at the tan man. But I almost scream at the sight of his new hair, bleach blond locks are pushed out of his face. “That is…” I struggle to find the right words without sounding weird.

He frowns, reminding me of my earlier meeting with Soo, “I thought you would like it.”

“I do, it’s really fucking hot, but I wanted to try and find better words to describe how handsome you look but saying that is so much simpler. You look really fucking hot.”

He chuckles, “Are you ready for your party baby?”

I nod eagerly, carelessly throw my robe off. He helps me into my dress and even gets down on one knee to help me with my shoes. Even in the five inch heels I’m still much smaller than him, which he finds adorable. I grab his hand and click my way out of the room and in the direction I came from when I first got into the building. Kai takes the lead when I get lost in the maze of halls, a teasing smirk on his lips. Not to my surprise we find the elevator and go up, of course they have a restaurant in here, how stupid of me to question it.

We step out of the elevator into the empty dark lobby. Kai doesn’t hesitate walking threw most of the restaurant to the far side where floor to ceiling windows give us a perfect view of the city below. There is a long table filled with not just my oppas but my friends as well, though Jihyo is missing, I understand their irritation with her. I grin big at the patiently waiting group of boys who return the smile at the sight of me.

“Noona!” Kookie, Jimin, and Tae come over and in a moment of excitement squeeze me between them.

“You guys,” Namjoon scolds as he pulls them away from me.

“It’s fine,” Kai sighs, “It’s her birthday so we are letting hugs pass for today.”

“Seriously?” The cute maknae smiles.

“Yes!” I run up and hug Namjoon tightly. “I feel like I haven’t seen you guys in forever.”

He chuckles patting my back, “It has been a while since you’ve been to school.”

“You’re going to be falling behind,” Hoseok teases as he hugs me,  “But that probably won’t be a problem when your headmaster is the one calling you in.”

“Oh shush,” I swat at him.

“Are they feeding you well?” Jin comes over to give me a once over like normal.

“They are feeding me way too much, I’ve gained some weight.”

“Much needed weight,” Lay reminds me.

I roll my eyes at them, “Where is Yoongi oppa?”

“I’m here, I was just letting everyone greet you first,” Yoongi sighs as he joins our group. “Happy birthday Joo-ya,” He wraps an arm around me and hugs me close.

“Thank you guys for coming.”

“I’m surprised we were invited,” Yoongi teases the men still standing around the table watching us intently.

“I am too.”

“You guys come sit down,” Suho says cheerfully but I can tell he just wants me a good distance away from them. He sits me down in between Kris and Kai, my friends are on the other side while the others are wrapped around the table.

“How has your birthday been? Is it much different from when you and Jihyo would go out?” Hoseok asks.

I nod, “It has been one of the best days of my life. I definitely feel a lot more spoiled than with Jihyo, I was lucky enough to have their undivided attention for a whole day.”

“Wow, most people are lucky to have it for a few minutes,” Namjoon teases.

I grimace at the thought of that bitch from earlier, “So I’ve been told.”

The subject is quickly changes and we all begin having individual conversations in smaller groups. I talk mostly with Kai or Kris or Yoongi who manage to get the spot across from me. Food is brought out a little later followed by a bottle of wine that the younger boys and I are were not allowed to partake in. The night flies by quickly, soon a massive white and gold cake with flowers and a cart full of presents behind it. After dozens of pictures, the happy birthday song, and a five-minute argument with Soo about how I should be able to cut my own birthday cake, I am allowed to cut the first few pieces before he takes over. Everyone happily takes a large piece and stuffs their face.

“Are all the presents really necessary?” I ask as the waiters clear the dessert plates.

“We wanted to spoil you,” Luhan smiles at me.

“You guys spoil me enough.”

“And we will continue to do so.”

“We also have a present for you,” Namjoon hands me a small jewelry box.

I shake my head and try to give it back, “You guys didn’t have to get me anything.”

He shoves it back into my hands, “We already bought it and it’s specially made for you so there is no bringing it back.”

I sigh and thank them, I open it and gasp at the sight of the perfect single diamond hanging alone on the gold chain. “It’s beautiful!”

“I feel like we already got showed up,” Kris whines.

“It’s a gift for you guys as well,” Namjoon hands Kris what looks like a cell phone. “Jihyo told us about Joo’s up coming weekend with Jiyong Hyungnim and decided this might come in handy, it has a tracker in it.” I stare down at the necklace in my hands.

“Wow, I’m surprised we didn’t think of that,” Kai takes the tracker from Kris to look at it.

“Me too,” I say honestly.

“The idea of us tracking you doesn’t weird you out at all?” Soo wonders.

I shake my head, “It’s probably one of the least weird things going on in the relationship.” I look at me friends with a big smile, “Thank you guys so much for the thoughtful gift.”

“You are welcome Jooyoung,” Jin pats me head before glancing at his watch. “We should probably get going,” Jin suggest as he stands up to bow. I stand up along with them and go around the table to hug them goodbye.

“Thank you for coming.”

“We will see you at school hopefully some day this week,” Tae hugs we tightly.

“Thursday is my best bet.” They laugh before heading to the elevator, when they are out of sight I return to my spot with Kris’s arm around my shoulders and Kai’s hand resting on my thigh. “So what now?” I yawn.

“I think it’s time for you to go to bed,” Kris strokes my hair.

“But what about…” I barely stop myself form yelling out birthday sex but they have already figured out what I’m talking about.

“I didn’t know you were so eager.”

Xiumin smirks at me, “Who did you have in mind?”

I blush and look down at my hands.

“Don’t be shy baby,” Kai hold my chin gently as he guides me up to look him in the eye. “Who would you like to spend the night with on your first birthday with us?”

Basic equipment (apparently) optional

Fuck management. I work at a WaySub. On Saturday (7/1) our walk-in cooler - where we store ALL OUR FOOD STOCK - broke. We had to call the emergency maintenance line for over 2 hours before someone finally called back to let us know that no technicians were on call for the weekend, so no one could be in until Monday to fix it. We had to move all our food to the next closest store in our franchise (thankfully only about 15 minutes away). It made for a shitty weekend because we weren’t allowed to close while we waited for it to be fixed, but it was manageable. However,, it didn’t end there. As of today (7/5) the cooler STILL isn’t fixed. We haven’t closed even one day. We’re running out of food constantly. The only backup food we have is whatever we can run in from our sister store and cram in our backline cooler (which is about five feet long and can’t even hold one of every type of food we serve). Today we ran out of such basic sandwich necessities as turkey, ham, mayonnaise, tomatoes, and lettuce. It’s ridiculous and unacceptable that we haven’t gotten such a basic and necessary piece of equipment fixed in five days, and also ridiculous and unacceptable that they won’t let us close the restaurant down until we’re actually functional again. Might as well piss of all the customers and overwork all the employees (and no, we aren’t getting compensated for the gas it takes to drive between our stores constantly). ((We also had to throw out almost 30 pounds of just vegetables that were supposed to be “okay” sitting out without being refrigerated but were starting to grow mold because it’s been so long)).

The kicker? We just had a surprise store evaluation and we were marked for the cooler being at the wrong temperature.

TL;DR: our store no longer has the basic equipment necessary for our restaurant to function, but rather than shutting down until we can fix it, management has decided we should run out of all the product we serve, throw away 30 pounds of expired product, disappoint customers, and make additional stress and responsibilities for the workers that they aren’t fairly compensated for.

Tom Wilson - Chapter One

Tom’s POV:

I groaned as I untwisted myself from all of my sheets, rolled out of bed, and shuffled to the front door of my apartment that Andre was banging on.

“Tom! Come out right now! You never leave your apartment! We are going out today! Stop feeling sorry for yourself!” Andre yelled from the hallway as he pounded his fists against my door like a gorilla to his chest.

“Tom seriously – “ He began as I opened the door.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t think you were going to actually answer.” Andre said as he pushed passed me and plopped himself down on my couch.

“What do you want, Andre? You know I’m not feeling good.” I told him as I ran my fingers through my bedhead.

“That’s exactly why I’m here. You have been moping around this small ass apartment feeling sorry for yourself because Anna broke it off with you. It’s been almost a month. I’m getting so bored not having anyone to do anything with. You need to get back in the game.” He explained as he played with the Snapchat selfie filters on his phone.

He was right. My girlfriend of over a year… my first serious girlfriend… had broken things off with me. She was an athlete back in Canada and really wasn’t around. Things were just getting too difficult to keep up with. There was more bad than good, so she walked away. I was torn up. 

“My game is fine. Did you somehow miss both of my goals in the game last night?” I questioned with an annoyed tone.

“I’m not talking about hockey, babycakes. You know exactly what I mean. Don’t let one girl ruin your whole world. I know you got your heart broken but there are so many girls in the world.” He went on.

“I didn’t get my heart broken. We’ve been over this.” I sighed.

“Oh, you didn’t love that girl?” Andre asked as he stood up.

“It was complicated. You know that. She was never around.” I explained, for the millionth time.

“Whatever, man. Just get some clothes on. I thought we could go to Georgetown today. Get out of the building. It’s an off day, we should enjoy it.”

“Fine.” I answered as walked back into my room to change and wash up for whatever adventure Andre had planned for us today.


“So what’s on the schedule for today?” I asked Andre as I got into his black BMW.

“Filomena for lunch, shopping, Georgetown cupcakes?” He suggested.

“Italian food? I just woke up.” I questioned as we rode over the bridge and into Georgetown.

“It’s 1PM. And don’t act like you don’t want Italian food. You always want food.” He argued.

“Okay, true.” I answered reluctantly.

We parked down by the water and walked into the small restaurant, luckily not running into any fans. I hated running into fans when I was in a bad mood. Made me look like a bad guy.

“Table for 2?” Andre asked the host.

“Mr. Andre,” the host began in a thick Italian accent, clearly remembering us from all the other times we’ve been here. “Our restaurant is rented out for a Georgetown University award ceremony. We do have one small table in the corner, we could seat you there if that’s okay?” Andre looked over at me for approval, and I nodded.

We weaved in between several college students and finally found a small table in the corner.

“This isn’t so bad.” Andre said as we sat down and began browsing through the menu. I nodded in agreement as I silently selected the chicken parm off the menu.

“Attention everyone!” An older woman said as she stood up, clinking her knife to her glass. “I would like to get started with the awards now.”

“Spoke to soon.” Andre said. We shared a quiet laugh.

“I just want to start by saying that we have grown into such an excellent Sports Management Program here at Georgetown. We truly are a family in this department and this year we have some of the most brilliant students I’ve ever had the privilege of working with.” She continued. “We have four awards to give away this afternoon. The first is our prestigious Academic Achievement Award. This award goes to a great young woman who has demonstrated her drive and passion for all of her classes. She always goes above and beyond with all of her work, and she finished up last semester with a 4.1 GPA. Congratulations, Y/F/N Y/L/N!”

A beautiful blonde wearing lace up sandals and a flowy olive green dress stood up amid the loud applause that Andre and I had joined in. She smiled and shook hands with the woman, then returned to her seat.

“Our next award is our Character Award. This award goes out to a student who is always willing to lend a helping hand. This student logs almost 20 hours each week tutoring others and is always a leader on campus. Come back up here, Y/F/N Y/L/N!” The woman announced.

Andre and I joined in the applause once more as the same blonde made her way to the woman, accepting the award and smiling for a photo. Her long dirty blonde hair fell just below her breasts, and her long tan legs looked as if they had been kissed by the sun. The woman went on to announce the other winners, but my eyes stayed on Y/N, watching her sway around the room and accept hugs from her classmates.

“Hello? Earth to Willy.” Andre began, snapping his fingers in front of my face. “Your food is going to get cold. What are you looking at?” He asked, turning around to spot what my eyes were fixed on.

“Willy! She’s hot! Make a move.” Andre pushed with an enthusiastic smile.

I shook my head. “I’m not ready.”

“I didn’t say you had to marry the girl. Just rebound hook up.” He suggested.

“After having a solid relationship, I’m really not into that anymore.” I told him, still watching Y/N float from table to table gracefully.

“Damn. The puck bunnies are going to be very disappointed about that.”

“Oh well.” I said as I finished up my meal. I contemplated introducing myself and grabbing Y/N’s number, but I couldn’t make myself do it. I needed to take the single life one step at a time. First step, getting out of the house and back on the town with my friends. Check. Maybe another day I could test out my flirting game.

On our way out of Filomena, I turned around to get one more look at Y/N. Our eyes met… hers were brown and inviting. She smiled sweetly at me, allowing a warmth to grow in her eyes. I regretted not going over to her from the minute I turned around.


“Why have you been so quiet today, bud?” Andre asked as he checked out at the Nike store.

I sighed. “Just had a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” Andre asked. “You’re playing great… that should be your main concern and that’s nothing to worry about right now.”

“That girl that was in the restaurant. The one getting all the awards. She was really pretty. And seemed really smart.” I said.

“I knew you thought she was hot. You could probably try to find her on Instagram.” He suggested as he slid his card.

I made a face and shook my head. “Hell no! I never even said anything to her but I’m going to follow her on Instagram?” I questioned.

“Uh yes. Then, when she follows you back, you do the 3 picture like thing and then send a DM. Protocol.” He explained.

I laughed. “You’re ridiculous. I’m not into those social media head games. I’d rather just find her again and then talk to her.”

“Whatever, man. I really just want a cupcake.” Andre told me, brushing off what I was telling him about Y/N.

We made our way out of the Nike store and down the street to Georgetown Cupcakes, and the ridiculous line that wrapped around the building and down the residential street. We waited patiently in the line, barely moving an inch in the forty minutes we stood there. Our conversation remained light, consisting of the upcoming road trips and the solid memories from our Dad’s Trip this season.

“Tom, look.” Andre said, tilting his head to the side and motioning to Y/N, who was walking up the street next to the line with a few of her friends. She must have noticed Andre motioning to her, because she looked over at me, shooting me that gentle smile that I had gotten just a few hours before in the restaurant. She was in the middle of her group of friends, surrounded by a brunette on her left and a bleached blonde on her right. They stopped where we were in line and chatted for a few moments, soon saying their goodbyes.

“See ya! And Congrats Y/N!” Her friends said in sync as they walked down the hill, leaving Y/N standing a few feet away from me, alone. She turned towards me and Andre pushed me over to her.

“Hey.” She said with a giggle and a small smile.

“Uh, hey.” I began. “Not sure if you remember but a few hours ago…”

“You were at Filomena today. How could I forget?” She asked, a sweet look growing in her eyes.

“Right, well I just wanted to say that you are really beautiful, and congrats on all of your awards. That all sounded awesome.” I stuttered.

“Thank you.” She answered. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I’m Tom.” I said with a small smile.

“I know. I’m a sports management major, remember? Obviously I know who you are.” She answered with a laugh.

“Oh, duh. Right, sorry. Well, maybe I could get your number and…” I tried, but was interrupted by Andre.

“Do you want to come to our game tomorrow night? Home game at the Verizon Center. He’ll leave tickets for you at will-call. And bring a friend.” Andre chimed in, noticing me struggling.

“Oh, sure.. that would be a good time.” She laughed hesitantly.

“Andre, please man.” I said quietly as he backed away.

“But my number, sure.” She smiled.

I handed her my phone and she punched in her number.

“I’ll text you. And tomorrow, I’ll leave you two tickets? Don’t feel like you have to come if you don’t want to.” I said shyly.

“Looking forward to it, Tom. I’ll talk to you soon?” She asked as she backed away.

“Talk to you soon.” I smiled as I stepped back in line with Andre.

“Back in the fucking game Willy baby!” Andre laughed.

“Shut up.”

I Dont Even Know Your Name - tbjzl imagine pt.1

Originally posted by sveta-sdmn

loosely based off Shawn Mendes “I Dont Even Know Your Name”. i think i might do this in two parts? lemme know what you think.

word count; 466

pairing; tobi x reader

warnings; none

requested; yes

today was the day and to say i was excited was an understatement. i was finally going to meet my idols at upload.

i had waited so long for this day and it was finally here. i was going with my friend (y/f/n), however she wasnt as excited as i was. the both of us wore our sdmn shirts, mine being the newer blue tie-dye shirt and hers being a gradient blue to green lettering one. 

we both wore some washed out ripped jeans and our converse shoes. my hair was messily tied up, but (y/f/n) was too lazy to do anything with hers, so she let it drape over her shoulders. 

the both of us caught a train in together. the entire ride there i couldnt contain my excitement. i squealed every time we got a station close, (y/f/n) had to keep reminding me to shut up. 

(y/f/n) and i hopped off the train about an hour after we had gotten on, linking arms as we excitedly walked towards the event location. waiting in line didnt take very long, we had VIP so we got inside fairly quickly.

neither of us knew where we wanted to go first, so we just kind of paced around the hall for a little while.

tobi’s pov

this was insane. never in a million years did i think that i would ever see this many people here, in a small cramped theatre room, just to see me. and the other boys of course.

this was all so crazy. i was so proud of how far we had come. i was so thankful for all the supporters we had gained. they’re like our second family.

we already already seen around 100ish people today, and the day had only just begun. 

and then i saw her. her hair was shoulder length, her eyes bright and her smile wide. she was stunning. she wore a sidemen shirt, so i knew she was one of our supporters. she was waiting in line for the meet and greet when we both locked eyes. 

she blushed profusely before quickly looking away and chatting to her friend. 

she was extremely shy when it came to her turn, asking each of us for a hug but not talking very much.

she scurried of before i could even ask for her name

your pov

“hey (y/n), you might wanna take a look at this.” my friend called out.

she had last minute decided to stay the night at my place after we had gotten home from upload.

i walked out of my bathroom, drying my hair with my towel. 

“@tobjizzle; me this amazing girl at upload today. can you guys use you expert skills and find her for me?”

there was a picture attached.

a picture of me.