can you guys tell that this is my all time favorite photoshoot of them

BTS reaction to you having a baby and breeding a child :)

Anon requested: Hey can you do pregnancy scenarios, like when they find out you sre pregnant, birth, baby bumps, first steps and words ect. Thank you ~♡

Its gonna be full filled with cuteness, you’re warned!   



Let’s imagine you’re so close to your boyfriend or your husband that you never ide it a thing. Which means he knows you did not have your period last month, he knows you’re having nausea in the morning and you don’t feel that good. So he would have though you could have been pregnant even before you would announce your pregnancy to him. Let’s just say you would have told him right after doin gthe pregnancy test in the bathroom. Maybe something like “So what do you think ?” He would stare at you, hoping it was positive, because damn, he wants to start a family so bad. So he would go like “Tell me you are!”. You’ll show him the test with a wide smile spreading on your lips. Instantaneously he would jump on you , carry ou and make you spin in the air with a strong embrace.


Then for 9 months he would be cooking your favorites foods, whatever you would ask him to. When he was away because of his job, he would always text you and call you before going on stage, getting off stage. Before doing a photoshoot or something. He would always do his best to be there whenever you need.


Then when the baby will be born, he wouldn’t stop staring at it. I guess he would cry and thank you so much. If you’re having a little girl, he would use pink everywhere for sure. If it’s a boy, then he will calm down but yeah ahah.

I can piture him reading stories to his kid, making him food, giving them bath. He would play with him so cutely, and be so soft and gentle with you and the kid. He would force you to go to bed and he’ll do all the work. “Look at those widespread shoulders, they can now cary the weight of being a father you know.”

Originally posted by ultranicolet

This is how he would make his kid laugh whenever you wouldn’t be around. He’d do every type of show.

Originally posted by ultranicolet


Hm concerning this guy, the situation would be a lot more complex. When you would announce him you’re pregnant, maybe through the art you like the most (with a poem, with a drawing or idk). He would be very happy for sure, but I guess he would be more stressed, prepapring to all of the responsabilities he will get.

He would take care of you a lot but I think Yoongi would be more independent in his couple so he wouldn’t be as present as Jin. Though he will still be present everyday.

Then when the kid will be born, he would get so emotional, maybe he’ll focus on all the little things to write a song in the future. He’ll buy you flowers as a present. And take care of you so much more.

Then I think he’ll realize he could never have been ready to get a child in his life. It is completely different to what he had thought. He would be pretty lost, not knowing how to react, not knowing what to do to stop the baby from crying. He would have to learn all the things quickly and you’ll be his role mother. He’ll observe you H24/7. Falling in love with you again, loving all the scars this pregnancy left you. Seriously though, this guy would fall so deeply in love. I can’t even imagine how deep…

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

I think it would take time to him to get fully comfortable in his father’s role. So I think whenever you’re not around he would be pretty incsecure and would rather play with your child in simpel ways : making faces, making objects appear and disappear, tearing paper and such stuffs. But look how he would be genuinely happy:

Originally posted by yoongijae

Rap Monster

I think he would be exactly the same as Yoongi. He would react the same way, when you would announce him your pregnancy by buying some baby clothes and offering them to him. He would maybe be a little more present than Yoongi to support you. He would buy you food all the time, buy you massages and everything.

Then when the baby will be born, he would also be a little bit lost though he might be more experienced than Yoongi. He would still ask you advice.

I can picture him acting this way when the baby will be eating by himself on his highchair : “Oh my god babe, is it normal he is eating that?” he would ask being stressed out for no reason. (This situation makes me laugh, I admit ahah)

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl


AAAh Hobie will get so emotional. Especially the day you’ll give birth to your child. He would inform the rest of the group so they could come and see their little nice or nephew. And they will have to deal with their ray of sunshine shedding warm tears.

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Hobie would be the type of father to make speeches out of nothing. Like the first steps of his child, his first real meal, his first day of school etc. Look how proud he would be :

Originally posted by comfyjimin

Then I guess he would be the father who clearly doesn’t care to look ridiculous. He would wear costumes, he would play H24/7 with his child. He would be a bit like Jin but a little more playfull I guess.

Originally posted by minsecretsoul


Jimin would be the kind of boyfriend to constantly call you “the future mother of my child” or such little nicknames. He would be taking care of you anytime, he wouldn’t mind if you would wake him up in the middle of the night.

Even though he has no experience at all with kids, he would make his best to catch up on your experience buy watching documentaries, reading articles and stuff. So he could learn some tips to know how to make the baby fall fast asleep, so he would also know which games to play with the baby to teach him things and everything.

He would be the type of father to be always glued to his baby, kissing him, tickling him, singing him songs. He would also be as sensitive as Hobi and as joyful as him whenever he wouldn’t be tired.

Originally posted by keepingupwithbts


Gosh Taehyung would be driven crazy because all the wait he will have to go through during the pregnancy. Not to mention how crazy he went when you let him know you were finally pregnent after all the times you’ve been trying to get. He jumped everywhere, kissed you a million times before calling  his familly and announcing them the news. Then during the wait, he would have bought everything to make the room of your child. He was so invested in this new role he will have to play in a few weeks. He has been dreaming about it since he was a teenage boy. He has been talking about this moment to come so many times. He has been dreaming about.

Not to mention that he knows how to supervise and breed childs. He would be the kind of father to take everything and nothing in pictures, he would save every drawing his child would do, take videos everyday… He would be the proudest dad in the world. He’ll also be so protecting and playfull.

“Jagiya, I’ll never thank you enough for giving me this wonderful kid. Let’s work hard and breed other childs when we’ll be ready”.


He would be as lost as Yoongi and Rapmon but I guess he would be as playful as V. He would be playing hide and seek with his child and some other famous games. He would also love to take photos of them eanytime of the day; for instance, when he would be eating a glass, when he would be doing a creativity activity or something. Actually I think he would be pretty much on the playing side whenever the kid would still be a baby, but then when he’ll be by 364 years old, he’ll start to have some educative activities such as discussionson innocent things, he’ll be there to help the child studying and progressing in sports or in music.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

I don’t know why I can picture Jungkook supporting his child at a contest just like this :

Originally posted by busa-n


Here it is, I really hope you liked this fluffy reaction. I spent a long time on it so yeah :) Please feel free to let me know what you though about it and whether you agree or not on these.

Love you all, take care xx

anonymous asked:

Jumin X Zen fluff?

This wasn’t super specific so I’ll just write out some relationship HCs for them~


  • Even when they’ve been together for a long time, Zen still can’t get used to staying at Jumin’s penthouse. He gets super uncomfortable having chefs cook for him and maids cleaning the place in the morning. He will start to pick up after himself only to have Jumin grabbing his wrist and telling him to leave it. 
    • “It’s their job, Zen. And also rather rude of you…it’s like you’re saying that their trip over here was for nothing and their job is pointless.”
    • “I guess I never thought of it like that before…” 
    • “When you stay here, you can relax. Why not focus on me instead of the dirty laundry?” 
  • Likewise, Jumin feels weird staying at Zen’s place. He went to make breakfast one morning and found Zen had only one pan, and a fridge full of nothing but beer and some old fish bread. 
    • “How can you live like this?”
    • “What are you talking about, jerk? I’m the normal one in this relationship. That’s what a normal guys kitchen looks like.”
  • Jumin gets a little flustered when they’re out shopping and Zen will randomly grab his hand. Though secretly, he loves that Zen takes the initiative to catch him by surprise. 
  • Zen brought Jumin to his friends Kabob place and Jumin became obsessed. Now they go there together every week and he’s even had it catered for a few business meetings. 
  • Jumin found that Zen is much more emotional and can easily become depressed or stressed from work. It took him a while to get used to Zen’s mood swings and how to handle them. He’s always extra tender when Zen is mopey. He knows Zen would never allow him to interfere or help with his career, but he has gone behind Zens back and given some directors a talking to…to set things straight.
  • When Jumin comes over, Zen makes him drink beer. 
    • “This shit is revolting, Zen. If you’re going to make me drink beer at least buy a better brand.”
    • “My place, my rules. Isn’t that what we always say? And either way, you’re just being dramatic. It’s not that bad!” 
    • “You only say that because it’s all you know. But I assure you, it is that bad.” 
    • “Whatever. Drink up, asshole.”
  • Zen is nosey and always looking over Jumin’s shoulder when he is in the middle of paperwork. Jumin thinks it’s cute that Zen tries so hard to be involved and understand his work. 
  • One time when Zen was sleeping over at Jumin’s he snuck Elizabeth 3rd in the bed next to Zen while he was dead asleep. He wanted to see if Zen was truly allergic (since, when he stays over, Elizabeth 3rd gets quarantined to another section of the penthouse) but Zen started sniffling and sneezed in his sleep so Jumin sighed and whisked her back away. 
  • Jumin is on a mission to find a way to cure Zen’s allergy and he spends a ton of money on research.
  • Jumin and Zen have done a photoshoot together for a magazine
  • They love to take each other shopping. 
  • Jumin forces Zen to wear more formal attire, he loves the way Zen looks in a suit. 
  • And Zen wants Jumin to dress more casual every now and then. His favorite is when Jumin wears shorts and a V-neck or a graphic tee. 
  • One of the very first shopping outings they went on, Jumin was getting annoyed that Zen seemed so adamant that he dress down. So as a joke he bought and changed into a shirt that read “i’m with stupid” and an arrow pointing to Zen. 
  • That, in turn, pissed Zen off. He was miffed up until they got home. 
    • “Why do you always try to make a joke out of what I’m interested in? I don’t mind you wearing suits but it also makes me feel like a business partner instead of a boyfriend when you wear it while we’re out together. All I wanted was a more casual atmosphere and instead you were an ass.”
  • Jumin immediately felt terrible. He realized he let his own insecurities get the better of him. He thought Zen was only saying it to poke fun at his fashion choices again. He ran a hand down Zen’s shoulder. 
    • “Come here, stupid…” Jumin kissed him on the forehead.
  • Jumin still wears the shirt to bed sometimes, the arrow pointing to Zen’s side. 
First of Many [Jasmine Cephas-Jones x Reader]

[write-a-thon tag]

Summary: Everything changes when your manager sets you up to be Jasmine’s fake ‘rebound’ relationship. 

Word Count: 6,144

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff y’all.

A/N: SECOND DAY Y’ALL!!! I got REALLY into this prompt so I’m sorry if this is super long, also HUGE thanks to Elissa @tempfixeliza with the outlining and Mickey aka @down4usnavy for helping me with the end (i feel like i’ll thank her even more in the future because she saves my ass ALWAYS), anyway hope you guys like it! <3

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“I’m not going to be someone’s fake girlfriend, Sheila!”

“C’mon [Y/N], this is a big deal!” You manager would do anything to convince you, and you were willing to see her try. “She’s on Broadway, for Christ’s sake!”

“Good for her!” You stopped walking around your living room and sat down on the couch, now closer to the phone that was laying on the coffee table with the speaker mode on. “I came to New York to become an actress, that was the deal. I am so grateful for everything you booked for me so far, but… You should know this isn’t for me, this isn’t what I do!”

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Yoongi Scenario: Lay By Your Side.

Request: A scenario with Yoongi when he miss you so much that he even admits all the boys and you surpise him while he spleeing and you spoon him, like too much fluff !! PRETTY PLEASE!!!

Genre: Fluff.

It was the fourth time Taehyung caught him staring at your picture, and as each time Yoongi sighed before putting his phone away to glare at Taehyung for snooping.

The younger guy gave him an apologetic smile to which Yoongi sighed again, it was no secret that he had a girlfriend, at least not to his members and manager. They knew and were fairly supportive on him, more coming from his members than the company, although there was always the reminder of how cautious he should be, neither of them wanted a scandal and honestly Yoongi thought it was best to keep you secret for your own well being.

They were currently in China, doing a photoshoot to which it followed an interview for the magazine spread and then they’d go to a music show to perform their latest song. It was a hectic schedule, but everyone was happy to be able to promote abroad. After that they would be going to Japan for two days, going back to Korea for just two days before going back to Japan to continue promoting their japanese track.

It all resulted in him having near to no time to see you in person, Yoongi was aware that sometimes he wouldn’t be able to see you or even talk to you properly, you knew that as well and always gave each other support. Yoongi just hoped for an opportunity to go to you and spend some quality time together, just the thought had his whole body craving for it.
But as the days without seeing each other started to accumulate Yoongi felt the toll that it had on him; he had finished his solo shots for the photoshoot and he couldn’t help but stare at your profile photo, he wanted to kiss you all over, hold you close, being able to see into your eyes without having it to be through a device.

Taehyung had woken him up from his reverie, which pissed Yoongi, his friend was giving him a weird look, partially sorry for catching him, partially curious by Yoongi’s current state. Thinking about it, he must look scary with the death glare he was sure he had on.

-What?- Yoongi muttered.

-Nothing… It’s just that…- Taehyung looked around to ensure no one was listening. -You have been staring at Y/N’s picture for a while-

Yoongi shrugged. -She’s my girlfriend- he whispered back in a tone that said the issue was over. He didn’t like talking about you in such places, and now he could see he was being a bit imprudent for looking at your picture like that, Taehyung must have been worried too.
Yoongi looked at the younger guy with softer eyes. -Sorry-

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Camren was never real?

So.. we all know Lauren tweeted this

Once again, I got up with a new surprise this morning. Lol.. A lot of things going around on social media after Lauren tweeted this, including this.

I got a lot of asks telling about being disrespectful and stuff. Lol, I never engage in those tags or trend though. Not even the moment when Lauren came out as bisexual and “THANK YOUU” was trending. I never even tag Camila and Lauren on Camren stuff since it will make them uncomfortable. But I have the right to ship who I wanna ship. If you think my ship has sunk, well no, it’s just lost in the middle of nowhere. LOL

Anyway, maybe I’ve said it before that I don’t trust media anymore. But, I’ve already posted on my Instagram one week after that Dec 18, 2016 incident that I don’t trust the girls’ words anymore, including their post, tweets, status. Actually I only like Snapchat, cause that’s where we can see them behind-the-scene and where they can be themselves. If the girls can’t act and are really bad actors until their team needs to manipulate them, then a place where they can express themselves freely is the place where they become who they really are. The thing is we know that ever since Lauren admitted that she posted on the wrong snapchat, the girls have more than 1 account: a public one and a private one. The public snapchat is still somehow “controlled” though, like when they came to Spain, we can clearly hear Camila trying to teach the girls Spanish in the background, but Camila’s face wasn’t recorded on the Snapchat.

In conclusion, I don’t buy Lauren’s words 100% since it’s easy to manipulate what you write rather than expressing them through your face, just like it’s easier to bully people behind computer. BUT, there is a slightest bit of truth in it. We always know Lauren is so defensive when it comes to Camren. Meanwhile, Camila always plays it cool. Lauren values privacy a lot. That’s why she said it was “invasive, scary, delusional, disrespectful”. I admit… CSI are really great, smart, and skillful. Applause to them really. But, sometimes Camren’s every move even if it’s just accidentally, CSI are able to capture it and dig on it. They have really nice eyes and ears. CSI are better than FBI sometimes when it comes to Camren investigation. But, the one that is disrespectful are the ones who actually make manips and tag them, comment “Camren is real” on every post they make, then attack Lucy as well especially during the leaked photos. This is what I meant on my answer to those asks below this post (which I stop answering) by being disrespectful and crossing boundaries. Attacking Lucy and sending her hate words and shading her are disrespectful. You know, I also admire how strong Lucy is. She is such a badass with a strong heart. Camren shippers keep attacking her, but she doesn’t give a damn about it.

Back to me not really trusting what are posted by the girls anymore. I found this on my note on the previous post of “Laucy VS Camren”. I find it very interesting cause it sums up everything about why I don’t trust even the girls’ accounts anymore sometimes.

Credit to @jabba1988

This is a really good point-of-view cause I didn’t think this far. When I first read this comment, suddenly I remember about “The sun dies everyday to let the moon shine”. Lauren is the sun and Camila is the moon.

0.21 - 0.26 Lauren said, “Sun.. I love the sun”

1.55 - 2.00 Camila said her favorite emoji was the moon one

7.05 - 7.55 Camila said she related herself more to the moon

Then, there is this

@jabba1988‘s point-of-view is another point-of-view for me. Because for me, Camila was the one sacrificing herself to let Lauren shine after Camila left. Well, right now everything is possible. So, this is valid as well and I find it very interesting.

But what I wanna stress is his/her last paragraph on the comments (sorry I don’t know your gender). This whole drama is actually just the continuation of Lauren coming out as bi in November 2016. The photoshoot and the article are part of it. They just wait for the right time to release it. Anyway, why didn’t they release it on 18th? I thought 18th was the cursed date? LOL.. But on the bright side out of all of this, BRAVO! Once again, Harmonizers made a trend, even if actually the trend is disrespectful =.=“ But this is the proof. Just throw out something scandalous or something that creates drama, Harmonizers will make a trend out of it. Just like how Harmonizers made 5 trends at the same time when Lauren was caught in the airport for carrying weeds in her bag. We keep proving them right that this fandom has so much power, yet are so gullible.

Aside from that though, I’m interested more to the other tweets.

Don’t you realize that she just warned us “Don’t believe everything that the media says” in the most subtle way possible. Wake up, guys! This is an entertainment industry. The purpose is to entertain people. Sometimes, when your song is not selling enough, then you sell something that entertain people to attract people’s attention and say, “Hey, we are actually a girl group and we have this song. Check it out!” in the most indirect way.

But apart from how fucked up music industry is, I don’t get why people only see Lauren as a sexy person with a really good and sexy body and pretty eyes and face. I admire her even beyond that. I admire how she stands up for what she believes in. I admire how she encourages people to speak up and reminds us everyday that our voices matter. I admire how she fights for immigrants and people in color. I admire how she values women. I admire how she treats her fans. I admire how she speaks with such intelligence cause her mind is like a library. I admire her minds and the way she thinks. I don’t get it. For people who only sees Lauren for her body, then they definitely need to stalk Lauren and read articles about her and educate themselves about Lauren.

anonymous asked:

could you do a scenario where the boys s/o come home with brightly dyed hair like blue for the first time?

I’ve always wanted to dye my hair but I’m worried it would cost to much and I’d look strange…Whelp that’s what wigs are for.



“I’m home!”

“Hey!” Noctis called from the living room, gaining extra lives in the latest retro game fix you both were on.

“You eat?” You asked, leaning forward pressing a kiss to his cheek.


“Cool, I’ll text Ignis and tell him not to come over.”

Noctis stopped, as he heard your footsteps go into the kitchen, something was off. The man moved from the couch, before following after you, as you begun setting up for dinner, lucky you had defrost some chicken earlier this morning.

You shrieked as you felt Noctis grab your head, holding it steady as he rubbed his head  and face against you head, much like a cat, “Can I help you?”

“You dyed your hair, we’re twins now.” Noctis replied, his fingers going through your hair, playing with the strands. They were a much brighter blue than his ebony locks, but it could still pass for black in the right lighting.

“It was suppose to be lighter, the beautician said it’ll be the shade I want in a few weeks. I thought I looked too edgy.” You muttered, attempting to moved to start on dinner, only to have your boyfriend have you rooted in spot.

“I love it.” Noctis purred, going back to nuzzling and rubbing his face on it, as if he had whiskers.

Sometimes you weren’t certain if you were dating a man or a cat.



“Glance up, perfect!” Prompto smiled.

You couldn’t help but giggle, since you had stepped in the door, the man had his camera out once he saw the rainbow you had that now adorned your head. Wanting to document every angle and every color.

“Prompto, do you have enough?”

“No! You’re so cute!” Prompto cooed, snapping away, apparently now going for candid shots, as you had stopped posing for him. “Like I love my original Chocobae, but this Chocobae is like limited edition!”

“Well Limited edition Chocobae is going to go get something to eat, so if you want to come you’re welcome to join her.” You called, originally stopping at home to pick up your lovely boyfriend, but instead got side track from his 45 minute long photoshoot.

“No! Other’s will try to steal my limited edition!” Prompto gasped playfully, picking up the keys, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “But all kidding aside, I love it! It looks amazing on you.”

You smiled softly, reaching up to touch the Chocobo butt that he called hair, “Well now we’re both Chocobos. Oh gods, are we going to be known as the Chocobo couple?”

“Hate to break it to you, but we’ve been known as the Chocobo couple for a while now.” Prompto smiled.

“And you didn’t tell me!” You gasped, only to have your boyfriend laugh.



‘I may have fucked up’

That was the last text message Gladiolus received from you, about 30 minutes before his shift ended. He figured it couldn’t have been too bad, considering you had texted him instead of calling and you had sense enough to call an ambulance if you were seriously hurt, at least he hoped.

So as the man walked into the house, he tried finding you only to follow the voice of you and Iris in the guest bathroom, door closed.

“We have to wait 72 hours before we can try again.”

“Iris, I can’t wait 72 hours for this to not be a thing. I look like that fire idiot from that game Prompto plays, Alex?”

“At least he’s hot.” Iris joked.

“Iris, I can’t be a hot guy!” You whined pitifully.

“I’ll just go see if I can find you a hat or a wig.” Iris called, before the door open as she almost ran into Gladiolus. “Hey Gladdy.”

“Gladdy!” You shrieked in alarm.

“Everything okay in there?” Gladiolus called, as Iris tried holding the door close.

“Yeah, yeah Sissy is just having….lady troubles, I’ll be right back.” Iris smiled, all but sprinting from the house.

Gladiolus stared at the door before him, before turning the handle, finding you sitting on the edge of the tub, shirtless, with a black towel on your head, but the tub looked like a murder scene! There was so much red everywhere!


“Hey, Gladdy.” You muttered softly.

“Any reason the bathroom looks like a murder scene?”

You sighed, before pulling the towel from your head, showing your locks were now a bright red, “It was suppose to be a chestnut brown.” You muttered weakly.

Gladiolus knelt before you, mindful of the water all over the place, tilting your head to look to him, “I like it, it makes a statement.”


“Did you know that red’s my favorite color?”



You looked up to your boyfriend, only to have him press a kiss to your forehead, earning a giggle from you. “Thanks Gladdy.”

“That’s my girl, now how about I go change and we figure out how to make this place not look like a horror zone.”

“I want Ignis to question it the next time he comes over though.”

“You make a good point.”



Ignis paused, he had to be seeing things, perhaps he wasn’t getting enough sleep or needed an update to his prescription. Yet he could have swore that he saw violet in your hair, but that couldn’t be right, because when he looked again it was the normal shade it’s always been.

“Ignis, Darling, do you have the transcript for the…”

Ignis was hardly paying attention to your needs, because when you turned your head, he saw it again! That glimpse of purple!

“I thought I had placed it within your office last, as we need it for, Ignis!” You gasped, finding the man upon your person as you were viewing the shelving, trying to find the piece for the ball you needed.

“I do apologize, My love, yet I need to verify something.” Ignis replied, as he ran a hand through your hair.

“Oh, yes, I went to the salon earlier today, and they convinced me to get a hidden dye job.” You explained, turning around, running your fingers  through your hair, showing that a single layer within the middle was dyed purple, yet should you wear you hair down, or in a high bun as you did with important guest, it wouldn’t appear so. “What do you think?”

“It’s rather becoming, yet it did have me rather confused.” Ignis chuckled.

“Oh you should have seen poor Noctis and Prompto, I’ve heard them whispering all day about if something change.” You giggled playfully.

“Well good to know that I’m in on this, we should see how long it takes them.”

“Oh Iggy.” You playfully scolded.

Lockscreen- Yugyeom (GOT7) Oneshot

REQUESTED: “Can you write a Yugyeom fluff where the reader is a western idol, and he takes an interest in her?”

I realized when I force myself to write and don’t have a great idea, it kinda sounds weird and forced. I’m sorry! I’ll try and get better when it comes to requests. I have bad writers block!

I also suck a titles.

I nervously paced backstage, feeling a little sick to my stomach. I was singing on a Korean talk show for the first time in my life, and I had to do an interview as well. My biggest concern was messing up while trying to speak in Korean. Most of my knowledge speaking in Korean was because I took classes when I started high school, but that was already 5-6 years ago!? What if I don’t correctly pronounce words, and why didn’t I just say yes to having a translator strictly do the interview with me instead of insisting I could do it on my own! I’m such an idiot!

“Y/N don’t worry. You’ll have a translator there in case you get stuck. Just try your best, and I’m sure they will understand. I mean, you’re a foreigner here. Everyone knows you’re from North America, and they don’t expect you to speak Korean in the first place. Just sing your new song, and then speak with the host! You’re right before GOT7’s interview, so if anything, they’ll completely distract any mistakes you make because of how popular they are,” My manager said, trying to give me a “pep” talk.

“What if I forget my own song? What if everyone hates it?!”

“Relax, you never get this scared performing anywhere else… What’s gotten into you?” She asked.

“I just…”

“Is it because of that guy you saw earlier backstage?”


“Oh my god. Are you feeling nervous because you saw that idol group GOT7?” She questioned.

“What?! Pssh, no!”

“Holy crap, you’re totally scared because you idolize that group, isn’t it? You use to be a huge fan of them and now that you’re in the same building with them, you’re totally fangirling, and getting nerves,” she said in utter shock, trying not to laugh at me. I couldn’t help but blush and put my head down in a little bit of shame. Yes, I was getting fangirl nerves because one of my favorite KPop groups were going to be watching me perform. Even though I had become famous and an artist myself, it didn’t stop my fangirling. I just suppressed it from the public. When you become a KPop fan, that shit runs deep.

“So which one is your… what’s it called when they are your favorite with KPop groups? Your bus? Bonus?”

“It’s called a Bias, and that’s in English too. Why the hell would they be called a bus? Does that make any logical sense to you?” I asked.

“I’m a 46-year-old woman, do not sass me.”

“Y/N please get ready to go onstage, we’ll cue you when it’s time” a man smiled, leading me towards the stage entrance. Well… Here goes nothing.

I performed my song without a hitch, and I got to do a very brief interview before quickly dashing off backstage again. I’m pretty lucky that I wasn’t having a hard time speaking Korean like I thought I would, and hardly had to use the translator. The host was being very kind, and didn’t make me feel pressured when I was having a little trouble thinking of the correct words. As I was quickly trying to get to my change room, I rushed around the corner a little too fast, and I wasn’t paying attention properly. I bumped face first into a tall figure; knocking me back a few steps, but because of my high heels I stumbled into the wall.

“I’m so sorry!” I muttered.

“I was in your way, sorry” the guy mumbled back a little stunned. His shaggy black hair fell in front of his eyes lightly, masking his brows. I couldn’t help but look him over, piecing together his appearance. A black choker was placed around his long neck, which connected to a sharp jawline. He was dressed in all black, with a studded leather jacket on his broad shoulders. I snapped out of my trance to respond.

“No, I shouldn’t have been running. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Yes, I know. I’m a fan of yours. I’m Yugyeom, nice to meet you. By the way, your Korean is very good” he smiled.

“Thank you, and I know who you are. I’m a big fan of GOT7, as well.” “I’ll talk to you after our interview, will you stick around until then, or are you leaving?”

“I’m going to stay until the end, good luck with your interview!” As soon as he left, my heart started beating really fast. I started hitting fangirl levels again, and this was getting a little hard to suppress. It’s not every day that one of my favorite idols says he’s a fan of you. I was originally going to leave right after my performance, but now that I knew GOT7 was here today as well, I felt a little compelled to stay and watch their interview. I started playing with the hem of my dress before sitting down in the dressing room by the live feed TV. The guys were introduced after they performed ‘Never Ever.’ The 7 of them sitting down on the couches across from the host, all dressed in the signature ‘Never Ever’ music video looks. Let me tell you, it was A LOOK. They talked for a while about their new music, and then suddenly a question caught my attention.

“If you could collaborate with any western artist, who would it be?”

“Chris Brown” some of the guys laughed.

“No-no-no. I know who Yugyeom would like to collaborate with. Y/N, she was just on here. He has a huge crush on her!” Jackson smiled, patting Yugyeom on the shoulder. Yugyeom was hiding his head with a big smile on his face, trying to conceal his embarrassment.

“Oh yeah! She’s his lock screen even, he really likes her!” Bambam joined in while grabbing at Yugyeoms phone. Bambam got a hold of it, and held it up to the camera. With a slight click, the screen lit up and a white background appeared with a photo of me sitting on the ground was displayed. It was from one of my most recent photoshoot where I wore all black, completed with fishnets, shorts, and a leather jacket. As soon as it was shown to the screen I recognized it instantly and started feeling heat rising to my face. Yugyeom screeched in displeasure, grabbing the phone away from Bambams grasp. “So you would like to collaborate with her?” The host asked.

“Uh, yes. She’s very talented and I-I think she’d be fun to work with.”

“Well she’s still here so you guys should talk with her, and maybe work something out! I know both of your fans would love to hear all of you on the same song as her.”

“She might not want to, now that she knows about Yugyeom being her fanboy” JB mocked. I honestly felt really bad for him being embarrassed like that on TV, even if it didn’t matter to me. I wasn’t going to lie, it was a bit of a surprise, but it was also a fangirls dream come true. I mean, having your bias, have a crush on you as well? Someone might as well just have handed me a million dollars because that’s how I felt. I was so stuck in dream land that I didn’t even notice that they wrapped up the interview. It wasn’t long until I was face to face with the group once again. You could see the pleasure on some of the guys faces as Yugyeom’s embarrassment started rising again. I honestly felt a little bad for Yugyeom because the guys were giving him a rough time. That’s when a little idea popped into my head.

I quickly went through my photos, looking for a specific one I had saved a while ago. I wanted to try and stop his teasing, so my first instinct was to help him be even with the guys. I set my lock screen and walked over to the guys, giving them a huge smile.

“Hello, I’m Y/N” I greeted.

Jinyoung gave Yugyeom a little push towards me while the other guys just smiled. I know they were just messing with him and giving him a hard time, but I just wanted to do something about it.

“So, I saw your interview, and well…” I held up my phone to them. The screen displayed a photo of Yugyeom onstage in all black. The guys all had a look of disbelief, and yugyeom couldn’t help but smile shyly. He was probably feeling the same way I had been when I found out about his lock screen.

“No way! You guys both have each other as your phone backgrounds? This is insane. Are you sure you two aren’t already dating or something? Did you plan this?” Jackson questioned.

“Well, now that we already have each other as our phone backgrounds, it would be a shame if we didn’t have each other’s contact information, right? Do you mind? Maybe we will end up collaborating,” I smiled.

“Sure, how long are you in Korea for?” Yugyeom asked.

“Just another week for touring, and then I have a few days off for sightseeing.”

“Well if you are in the area, give me a call and I can show you around then.”

“I definitely will…”

First Impressions (Part 7)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic)

Word Count: 1541

Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

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Sebastian Stan Tag: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock  @lenawiinchester@the-red-world-of-jess-chibi

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First Impressions Tag: @goodnightwife​​ @spacemarkimoo@masha-meow01@axelinchen @smuoooshie​


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A few days later you and Sebastian were out grabbing lunch, things seemingly back to normal between you two. The only difference now was that instead of flirting or heavy conversation, you treated him like you would any other friend.

You ordered your sandwich at the deli and stood back with Seb while you to waited on your order. Suddenly, he grunted and shoved his phone in his pocket before he muttered, “Son of a bitch.”

“You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah….I guess…”

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You're quite something - Thor Imagine

Request: Heyyy! Could you do a Thor imagine (MCU obv) where you love art, and anything creative like photography and Thor is just intrigued by the things you do and you end up showing him stuff and it gets rlly fluffy! Thank you!!!


You were no longer new at the Avengers’ tower. At least that’s what you chose to believe. You were completing your sixth month as a recrute and luckily you were getting along just fine with the other heroes.

One of them in particular was very special to you. Thor.

The god - yes, literally - was everything a girl could dream of. Tall, handsome, kind and adorable. He was still very oblivious to your crush on him, but you didn’t mind. For now, his friendship was enough.

One day, you were at the rooftop with Peter Parker. You had forced him to pose for pictures you were taking. You had loved art dearly every since you were a child, always surprising people around you with your creativity and vision. You got yourself a cover as a photographer for Starr Magazine (yes, how very Superman of you) and it was great for your job having artistic and original pictures of the city’s favorite superheroes.

Anyway, that’s precisely when Thor walked in.

“Hey, what are you guys up to?” he asked.

“A photoshoot!” Peter pretty much yelled. He was all dressed up as Spider-Man and jumping around like the dork he was. You giggled.

“A photoshoot? What is that?” Thor asked.

“How on earth can you not kno- oh, sorry, I forgot. You’re from another earth or something” Peter said.

“There’s only one earth” you corrected.

“Right. Thor is from Krypton” Peter gave it another shot.

“What the hell is a Tipton?” Thor frowned.

“Okay, boys, I think we have reached our capacities of stupid things to say” you said, jokingly. “Pete, you can go back inside and change if you’d like. Thor here is my new model”

Parker jumped from the walls to the door and in less than a second he was gone. Thor was just standing there, handsome as always, staring at you like you were some sort of puzzle he couldn’t figure out.

“What?” you asked.

“It’s just… you do the strangest things” he said.

You laughed.

“Meaning what?”

“I don’t mean to be offensive, of course” he assured. “I just- I don’t get you, that’s all. You’re an Avenger. I don’t know much about earth money, but I am certain that working for Stark leaves you very much financially stable”

“It does indeed” you nodded.

“So why do you go undercover and get yourself another job taking people’s pictures?”

You smiled.

“Don’t people like art in Asgard?”

“They do, but it’s related to things that touch our hearts, like music, dances and paintings” he replied.

“And why do you think photography can’t be art?”

Thor needed a second to think about it.

“Well, it doesn’t show your perspective. It doesn’t show your passion. It’s just a crude representation of what we already see in the world”

You showed him a tiny grin.

“Stand very still” you ordered. He did as you asked. You moved around the roof, watching the scenario through your camera’s lenses. Your body went forward and backwards while you scanned all the possible angles and lights you could use to take the best picture you could. After a minute or two, the loud click was heard. “Come see it”

Thor made his way to you, and stood silent behind your body. He leaned over your shoulder and took a look at the picture you just took. You could tell by the way his body tensed and then relaxed. He really got your point. He loved what he saw.

“That’s not a crude representation” you stated, then explained yourself. “That’s my vision of this moment. That’s how I see you right now”

Thor smiled at the camera and slowly turned his gaze to you. He stared deeply into your eyes.

“Y/N, I’m not that pretty” he joked.

“Actually, you’re prettier” you added.

“Maybe I am sort of good looking” Thor rolled his eyes and you laughed “But never as gorgeous as you are”

“Oh, come on. You’re a god. I’m a human. A comparison is definitely not fair” you pouted.

“Not fair to me, you mean. You, a mere mortal, can be ten times better looking than me”

You both had a nice time on the rooftop after that and, by the way the conversation flew, you realized your feelings towards him were mutual. Maybe it was too soon to say something, but you were sure that someday you two would make one hell of a pair.

Marauders Headcanon: Pictures (Jily & Wolfstar + an awkward Peter)

•Lily Evans loved taking pictures.
•She took pictures of anything: her drink at Hogsmeade, classrooms, her friends, nice angles of the Gryffindor common room, the Whomping Willow, etc;
•All her pictures were beautiful.
•When she started dating James, he appeared in the pictures bit by bit until Lily had a whole collection full of them.
•She loved her collection of his pictures.
•Lily showed the other Marauders the album of James photos and they couldn’t stop laughing.
•James was red-faced in every single one.
((Apparently Lily didn’t notice this because: “He’s so annoyingly cute and distracting. Ugh.”))
•Now, knowing these boys, how could they go on from there without teasing James about how much he blushed around Lily?
•It was actually Peter’s idea on what to do.
•They were going to remake every picture he was in with Lily to show how awkward he is.
•Peter took them, Sirius and Remus copied the poses.
•Some pictures got a little too close for their comfort, but they will do anything to tease James about this. ((”Seriously, mate, how does Prongs get that red!”))
•As James and Lily’s relationship grew, James blushed less. As for Remus and Sirius, who were still remaking the pictures, they started blushing more.
•Peter noticed first.
•He’s been showing Lily and James the pictures since this endeavor began and soon enough, they notice too.
•James makes a brilliant plan: get more feel-y in the pictures, and see if they keep making them.
•Lily and Peter agree.
•Everyone is finding it obvious they are developing crushes on each other, and this could at least make it quicker for them to get together than when James and Lily were in this stage.
•When the Hogsmeade trip comes, Lily takes as many cute couple pictures with James as she can.
•Kisses on the cheek, holding hands at a table while drinking their butter beer (thanks, Peter), James running around like a goofball, and their favorite from this “photoshoot”: James picking up Lily, their foreheads against each other as they kiss.
•Peter thought this could push Remus and Sirius off the edge and either begin or end their relationship.
•Lily told the pair that she had new pictures of James.
•They got excited. More things to tease James about ((…and more time to hold each other…))
•They look through the pictures and before they even reenact them, they’re already red-faced.
•Peter is holding back his laughter as he sets up the camera.
•A thought that’s rushing through his mind the whole time: will they actually kiss…?
•Before they had started, Peter had notified James and Lily the remakes of the picture were about to happen.
•They decided to sit in the common room and wait for them to finish.
•Sirius and Remus get through the hand holding, the scene at Hogsmeade, and all the others until they get to that one.
•For a second, they stand there, awkwardly avoiding eye contact.
•It’s Sirius that speaks first.
•"I won’t make you do this if it makes you uncomfortable. We don’t need to go that far to tease Prongs…“
•"I’m not doing this for James anymore…” Remus replies.
•They both look up and blush like mad.
•Peter is standing behind the camera, ready to take a picture of anything interesting happens.
•They seem to forget he’s there. The only thing they notice is the other and the smile plastered on each face.
•Sirius is the first to speak again: “So you won’t mind if..If I..?” He pauses. “I can’t do it! You’re my best friend and I care too much about losing you and if this could make or break everything, I just can’t do it! Moony, I just-” He’s cut off.
•Remus had kissed him. They stayed that way until they heard a snap!
•Sirius glances in Peter’s direction, probably ready to chew him out for taking a picture of them, but Remus pulls his face back towards him until their noses touch.
•"Why’d you do that?“ Sirius whispered.
•"You talk too much,” Remus replies and pulls Sirius into a tight hug.
•And as if on cue, all three laugh so loud and happily that they later get questions about what was going on.
• Peter finds James and Lily and shows them all the pictures.
•They get to the one with the kiss.
•"They didn’t do it exact like the picture,“ James teases.
•Peter can only say, with the brightest smile: “That’s not a reenactment of yours. It’s one of their own.” The couple hold hands as the redhead bounces in her chair.
•Lily is ecstatic.
•The next day, she finds them and starts telling them all her great ideas for double dates and she had never seen Sirius and Remus so confused.
•"You thought I didn’t see the pictures you remake? They are originally taken by me, y'know.“
•Sirius turns beet-red and Remus hides in his hands.
•They later feel comfortable enough to finally go on dates, and sometimes with James and Lily.
•Peter tags along sometimes, too.
•Can’t forget the guy who snapped the picture of their first kiss, right?
•Lily kept taking her pictures.
•Why would she ever stop?
•Now, she has more subjects for her photos albums: a loving boyfriend, an adorable quirky couple, and an awkward Peter.
•Lily couldn’t be happier to be surrounded by such amazing people.

Who are you? - Andre Burakovsky (Part 2)

A/N: Hello! This was extremely requested back when I posted the first part, so i decided to write a second and leave it open for a third. You guys let me know what you think about it!

Word count: 1494

Warnings: swearing.

Part 1

Master list

Originally posted by bulletproofwhale

“What’s going up?” I hit Andre’s arm and he chuckles at my confused face.

“They were off sides so…” he tries to explain but I cut him off before he can even get to the point.

“What is off sides?” I’m stressing out because I want to enjoy the game but I can’t quite follow.

“Do you see the blue line?” he points at it and I nod frenetically, “the puck has to cross that blue line first, before anyone of the attacking team. If someone crosses the blue line before the puck does then it is off sides and there is a face off”

“A face off is when the ref drops a puck in one of those big red spots and two players fight for it, right?” he had explained it for me at least a hundred times by now.

“Yes, it is” he laughs and I look at his adorable dimples, “you are learning fast”

“Ugh, I’m too stupid to watch hockey” I lean back on my seat when a horn blows and I straight my back, “what was that?”

“End of the first period” he says and I look at him horrified.

“First period? Over? Are you serious?” he is so amused that I have to sit on my hands so I don’t punch that handsome face.

“Twenty minutes” he shrugs and I pout a little.

I have to admit, I am having so much fun despite the fact that I don’t understand the game and Andre uses every chance he gets to make fun of me. We have a suite all for ourselves since my security crew has decided that it wasn’t safe for me to sit on the lower bowl. The view is great, but I’m kind of disappointed since I wanted to see the action up close.

“Do you want anything to eat?” I offer him, getting on my feet.

“Whatever you are having is fine” he says and I chuckle, “what?”

“Nothing… I just eat a lot” I respond and he looks at me unimpressed.

“I’m a hockey player, I eat a lot too” I nod and walk to the door where my bodyguard is.

“Hey Tommy” I say and he turns around, “can you get us some food, please?”, I know better than just try to go myself.

“Sure thing” Tom says and I give him a warm smile, “what do you want?”

“You know me, the greasiest the better” he nods walks away.

Tom has always been my favorite bodyguard. He was just a couple years older than me and knew that the more he tried to have me isolated the more I was going to run away. We have this little understanding where he lets me do whatever I want and I agree to have him around.

“Food is on its way” I say to Andre and he smiles like a happy puppy.

I go back to my seat and Andre starts explaining more of the rules to me. I try to focus on what he is saying, but I find myself admiring his accent and not paying that much attention to what he is saying.

“…so yeah, if you get into a fight you are sent to the penalty box for five minutes” he finishes his explanation about penalties and I come back to reality on the right moment, hearing the fighting part only.

“I can’t believe they let you fight” I state, shaking my head.

“It is a physical game. Sometimes you get so worked up that you can’t help it but to drop the gloves” he speaks like punching people is the most common thing ever.

I still don’t get it, but I don’t say anything else. Maybe I’ll learn to enjoy hockey fights if I keep learning about it. Andre has said that hockey is a mental game as much as it is a physical one, frustrating and getting under the skin of your adversary is as important as getting a good hit or scoring a goal.

“Food is here” he sounds like a kid on Christmas day and I turn around to see Tom and a huge eagle walking in, carrying what it seems it’s a lot of food.

“Bacon cheeseburgers with fries and a diet coke” Tom hands me the cardboard tray and I give him a beaming smile.

“You are the best” I kiss his cheek and Tom grins, “wanna stay and watch the game?”

“You know I can’t” he steals a fry from me and walks out the door.

I look over and I see Andre joking around with the Eagle, who has ‘Slapshot’ written on the back of his jersey. He has a bacon cheeseburger, fries and a waffle on his tray.

“Why do you have a waffle and I don’t!?” I demand an explanation.

“Slapshot knows that I love waffles” he brushes it off and I look at the eagle with a pout.

“I wanted one too” I say and Slapshot runs to me and squeezes me, apologizing.

“We can share it, don’t cry about it” Andre mocks me and I stick my tongue out to him, grabbing my phone from my back pocket and throwing it to him.

“Take a picture of Slapshot and I”

The picture ends up being a whole photoshoot of the three of us taking dumb selfies. By the time the game starts again I have around fifty pictures on my camera roll and my fries are cold.

“Second period, here we come” I scream and Andre laughs beside me.

We stuff our faces with food while watching the second period. No one has scored yet and I find myself getting really excited when the Caps have the puck and really nervous when the other team does.

“What’s the other team?” I ask and Burakovsky snorts.

“You have watched half of the game and you don’t know who we are playing against?” he looks at me like I have just told him something impossible.

“Pretty much” I shrug.

“New York Rangers, (y/n). They are the New York Rangers”

I nod, but they could be the New York Rangers or the Kentucky Chicken Nuggets and it wouldn’t make a difference to me.

The second period ends and the game is still scoreless. Andre and I entertain ourselves taking selfies with snapchat filters and posting a couple of them so everyone can see what’s going on.

“What happens if no one scores?” I wonder.

“Then they’ll go to over time. Five minutes, three-on-three, first one to score wins” he tells me and I frown.

“And if no one scores?”

“Shootouts. Just a player and a goalie”

“It sounds stressful” I state and he nods.

Both teams are back on the ice and the second the ref drops the puck two pairs of gloves are dropped and two men are throwing punches at each other.

“God dammit, Willy” Andre says and I look at the screens to get a better look of what’s going on.

Tom Wilson and a guy named Kreider are holding each other jerseys, throwing around punches. It is quite intense, but I find myself cheering for Tom as I grip Andre’s healthy arm in excitement. Tom connects a fist and the other player falls on the ice. I get on my feet and scream like a crazy lady.

“Someone is getting into it”

“This is fun” I just say, sitting back on the my seat.

The last period is definitely the most exciting… or maybe it is because I actually understand what’s going on most of the time. The teams are quite even on shot on goal and I’m sure that I have bitten off my nails. Thirty seconds left on the period and the first line is on the ice… I think. Backstrome gives Ovi a great pass and the captain just needs to push the puck in the net. The whole arena erupts and Andre and I hug each other, bouncing around and laughing.

The game ends and Andre grabs me by the sleeve of my jersey… or his jersey… or my his jersey… and drags me around the Verizon Center, straight to the locker rooms. Everyone is happy and cheering when we get there and Andre pretty much runs to Ovi.

“Hey there, Barracuda!” everyone yells and I stand on the door shyly.

“Uh uh, c’mon here, superstar!” Tom throws an arm around my shoulders and guides me to the middle of the room, “guys, this is (y/n). Tonight’s has been her first hockey game”

I smile shyly while all of them applaud.

“You should come with us to celebrate” TJ Oshie says from his little space.

“Uhhm I don’t know” I mumble and Andre’ smile falls a little.

“You really should come, it will be fun” he assures me, walking towards me.

He looks at me with his beautiful eyes and I just can’t say no, so I nod and everyone cheers again.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any general or nsfw Prompto or Ignis headcanons?



  • So we all know that this boy is baller at taking these insane photos with his actual pro camera, but he is also annoyingly fantastic at taking pics with his phone??? like he’s 100% that guy that has the most crisp and aesthetic instagram (or Eos’s version of insta)
  • He’s a dog person
  • Honestly he gets more of his workout from trying to get good photos of things.  Like he’ll climb trees, buildings, etc. all in the name of getting a good photo
  • Doesn’t like avocado; he thinks the consistency is weird as heck.  He does enjoy a nice guac tho

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anonymous asked:

How would the dads react of their S/o was into cosplay and they do professional cosplay work?


-busts a nut right then and there
-I’m kidding, Damien would never say something like “bust a nut,” but you KNOW this boy has an entire closet dedicated to that good shit
-Probably has female and male characters he cosplays
-DEFINITELY has a Sasuke cosplay
-Can you imagine how hot Damien looks in couples cosplay??? Matching
looks??? Full couples photoshoots??? Kill me dead right there
-he’s simultaneously so impressed and so turned on


-he doesn’t really understand what the point is at first
-“So it’s like…advanced dress up or something?”
-but then you’re like “ugh let me just show you”
-and he’s amazed. You look so good?? And also like a completely different person??? What the fuck???
-every time you wear a new cosplay he wants to watch the show it’s from
-when he finds out you guys can cosplay the people from his favorite movies he’s losing his mind
-Robert walking around a convention in a suit, showing people his badge that says “Fox Mulder”, and then immediately introducing himself with “I’m a hack that knows nothing about what it’s like to hunt extraterrestrials”
-he actually gets a big kick out of the conventions and has a damn good time watching you do what you love


-only knows what it is because one time he found Mary taking pictures of Damien in his Sasuke cosplay
-He openly wants to try it out but like?? You have no idea where to start?
-“I mean…I guess you kinda look like Jack from Overwatch.” “Wait I look like the old guy???” *groans and crumples to the floor*
-He likes to follow you around at conventions/photoshoots even if he isn’t dressed up
-Gets along really easily with all of your friends in the community
-gives everyone a thumbs up and says “Cool costume!”
-doesn’t care if he doesn’t know what they’re from. He asks for pictures anyway
-also insists on hanging framed photographs of your cosplays around the house


-he gets it because people dress up like their favorite wrestlers all the time??
-and his creative writing students write about their fandoms pretty often too. It can kind of be a problem. He has to tell them that their self-insert-fanfiction can’t count as part of their report (although he encourages them to keep writing it!)
-he doesn’t want to cosplay or anything, but he loves seeing you do it
-he loves how happy and confident you are when you’re in cosplay
-and he’s totally down come to conventions with you and just kinda hang around, even if he doesn’t get it
-will also let you talk about your characters for hours on end and never loses interest


-he remembers when you first started cosplay!!! Man, you’ve come so far
-you still look bangin’ though
-he knows the popular ones, like Dragon Ball Z, Naruto, Pokemon, etc.
-that’s about it. But he’s willing to watch your shows with you and learn more!!
-will dress up as a character for you even if he doesn’t know who they are
-also gets a LOT of attention when you bring him to cons
-you two are basically a power couple
-(but it sure is annoying how people hang on him)
-he gets a kick out of the reactions people have when you two kiss while in costume


-he thinks you look so great in your cosplay but doesn’t understand it at all
-he likes to go to the photoshoots with you but probably not the cons so much?? He would feel too out of place
-good at sewing. Can probably help you make your costumes
-Can add finishing touches and has a good eye for detail
-lets you take Daisy to the cons with you!! It’s how you two bond


-he probably owns a sailor moon cosplay
-he DEFINITELY looks amazing in it
-I feel like he’s into manga and anime but mostly really shoujo stuff???
-doesn’t cosplay very much but knows what it is and really admires people that do
-he probably doesn’t like the anxiety a convention causes but will go with you if you want him to
-loves to take pictures of you when you’re in cosplay
-thinks it’s really cute when you and Carmensita can cosplay together


part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 (you are here), based on @skygemspeaks‘s prompt 

jesus christ it’s only been like 12 hours since the last one what am i doing with my life

Tetsurou has never exactly been one for rules, especially where Kenma is involved. That’s why he’s not surprised when, even though since he’s the captain it technically shouldn’t be happening, he finds himself with a favorite among the first years.

Lev is… a lot. He’s loud and all over the place on his best day, and he has a lot to learn about volleyball as well as tact (and yes, Tetsurou is aware of the irony of him thinking that thought, thanks). But he’s a lot smarter than the rest of the team gives him credit for.

One instance in particular proves this and cements him in as Tetsurou’s favorite.

It’s not as though Tetsurou isn’t used to dealing with Kenma-centered conflict on the team, especially after last year. He handles it as well as he’s able, explaining the situation to Nekomata and wheedling Kenma into presenting the note from his therapist that proves that no, he actually can’t force himself to practice sometimes without seriously messing himself up for hours if not days after the fact.

Nekomata doesn’t mind, he’s willing to leave it to Tetsurou and Kenma’s discretion since he knows that, “lazy” though Kenma may be, he doesn’t actually skip practice for the sake of skipping. The rest of their teammates aren’t always so understanding, at least at first. This seems to be the case with some of the first years, too.

Kenma isn’t at practice today; he hadn’t even come to school. When Tetsurou dropped by this morning to pick him up, it proved to be a red day, one of the more severe ones he’s had this year. Days like this, even Tetsurou isn’t welcome. He doesn’t take it personally anymore, just makes sure to check in throughout the day and drop by after school in case things change.

“I just don’t really think it’s fair to you spikers,” Shibayama says from across the gym. “Your setter randomly skips out on practice and no one is there to help you improve.”

It’s a reasonable enough concern, at least. They’re sweet kids, the first years. It’s not that they dislike Kenma the way the third years last year did; they just don’t really have a clue how someone like Kenma can be a starting player. Since they don’t know the whole story, Tetsurou can’t blame them.

“It’s a little annoying, but we need the practice with our recieves anyway so it doesn’t matter if our setter is a little lazy.” Inuoka laughs a bit, tossing a few volleyballs into the cart.

“If you say so.” Shibayama chuckles along with him (Inuoka has a fairly contagious laugh, to be fair), but Lev just blinks at his teammates in confusion.

“What do you mean, lazy? Kenma-san isn’t lazy at all!”

Shibayama and Inuoka look at him oddly, and Tetsurou stops what he’s doing to listen a little more intently. Lev never seemed like the sharpest kid, but maybe he hasn’t been giving credit where credit is due.

Inuoka is the first to respond. “How do you figure? He’s a nice guy, but he’s always on his phone or playing games. Sometimes he even leaves practice early for it.”

Lev cocks his head, presumably thinking, before turning to Tetsurou. “Captain! Doesn’t Kenma-san have anxiety?”

Tetsurou raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, why?”

He’d feel guilty for joining the conversation, but it’s not like Kenma’s anxiety is a secret. Besides, Lev figured it out first.

“Is that why he’s not here today?” There’s nothing behind the question but curiosity and concern.

“Yeah, it is.” Tetsurou is impressed, and the other two first years look like they’ve had a revelation, which is good. “That a problem?”

“Nope! Just wanted to know.” Lev smiles brightly and turns back to his friends. “See? He’s not lazy at all! He just has anxiety.”

The other two almost trip over themselves asking how Lev knew so much, since it’s fairly common knowledge that Kenma doesn’t really like him (not true, he just can’t always tolerate how loud Lev is).

“Oh, my dad has pretty bad anxiety too.” Lev throws the last few volleyballs into the crate before grabbing a broom. Then, suddenly, he spins around toward Tetsurou. “Captain! I have a question.”

Tetsurou looks up from his “on my way home” text to Kenma. “Yeah?”

“My uncle has to pick me up today, but he’s not on my contact list. Is that okay?”

“I mean… doesn’t he come pick you up most days anyway?” Tetsurou frowns in confusion.

Lev waves his hands quickly. “No, not that uncle! See, my dads are with Alisa at a competition in New York right now, and Uncle Yura had a last minute photoshoot so my Uncle Beka has to come get me but there was only room for three emergency contacts on the form so he’s not there and I don’t want that to be a problem since my dads are busy and can’t pick up the phone.”

Tetsurou blinks and takes a second to decipher the rambling, then belts out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s fine. It’s after hours anyway, so you don’t need to be signed out. That’s only during school, Lev.”

“Oh!” Lev looks surprised for a moment, then beams. “Thanks for telling me!”

“You’re hopeless, kid.” Tetsurou picks up another broom and gets off the bleachers. “Come on, back to work, you three. I’ll help out since I need to get going too.”

The three of them work in silence for a while, cleaning the floors and folding up the net. Then Shibayama pipes up. “Is your uncle a photographer, Lev?”

Lev laughs, and Tetsurou laughs with him. He’s seen Lev’s uncle, and there’s no way he’s the photographer.

“No, he’s a model. Uncle Yuri is too prickly to be a very good photographer. I think I have a magazine with one of his spreads in it if you want to see.” At his friends’ excited nods, he finishes his section of the floor and trots over to his backpack.

Tetsurou can’t blame the first years for their curiosity. For as talkative as Lev is, none of them know much about him besides that he came from private school and is adopted. The three of them finish the floor by the time Lev comes back, holding a rolled up magazine.

“It’s last month’s!” he says proudly, flipping through it until he finds the page he wants and yep, there’s his uncle. Tetsurou can recognize him from the many, many times he’s picked Lev up from practice.

“Lev,” Inuoka says with wide eyes, “Can you flip to the cover?”

The boy cocks his head in confusion, but does as he’s asked. The word VOGUE is printed in big, bold letters across the top. “Why, do you like that actress or something?”

Tetsurou laughs and pats Lev on the shoulder. “You’re so oblivious, it’s adorable.”

Shibayama and Inuoka gape at the cover with jaws dropped. Tetsurou isn’t really surprised, though; he’s seen this guy before in person, on a regular basis, and he’s definitely Vogue material. They excuse themselves to the locker rooms to change, looking star struck. Lev is about to follow when his name is called out.

“Lev.” That’s a new voice that Tetsurou’s never heard before. He turns and sees a small man, about Kenma’s height. “Aren’t you changed yet?”

Lev turns and absolutely beams at the man. “Sorry! I was helping clean up. Just a few minutes, Uncle Beka!”

He disappears into the changing rooms, leaving Tetsurou alone with his uncle. The man is dressed warmly, to keep out the autumn chill.

Tetsurou holds out his hand cheerfully. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m Kuroo Tetsurou, team captain.”

“Otabek Altin– er, Altin Otabek.” He shakes Tetsurou’s hand.

Ah, a foreigner, Tetsurou thinks. He’s not particularly surprised; Lev’s family seems to be made up entirely of foreigners.

“I want to thank you,” Otabek says suddenly. “For helping Lev. There’s only so much help he can get with volleyball in a family of figure skaters. And.. thank you for being kind to him. We worry about him, after his experience in middle school.”

Tetsurou blinks in shock, not really sure how to handle this. “Of course. He’s a sweet kid, and he has a lot of raw talent. His enthusiasm helps the team a lot, too.”

Was that good adulting? He’s fairly sure that was good adulting. But what does Otabek mean, “after his experience in middle school?” Luckily, Lev picks that moment to bound out of the locker room with his duffel bag.

“Uncle Beka, did you bring the things?”

Otabek nods. “Your dad sent them, they just came in today.”

He reaches into his pocket and hands Lev two small objects, only to be attacked with a sudden bear hug. “Thank you!”

He doesn’t seem to notice or care about his uncle’s awkwardness and Tetsurou has to remind himself to adult and that when adulting, laughing like an idiot is generally frowned upon.

Then Lev spins toward him and presses the objects into Tetsurou’s hands. “For Kenma-san! Since he can’t play his game during matches, I asked my dad last week to find something that might help him.”

Tetsurou blinks in shock and looks down at the two objects in his hands. “Fidget cubes?”

“Yeah!” Lev points at them. “See, there’s a joystick side and a side with buttons and there’s one for each hand so he can pretend he’s playing games when he’s not on the court or when he’s in class or something! I thought it might make him feel better when he can’t play his games for real.”

Lev figured out Kenma’s anxiety a while ago, Tetsurou realizes. He wouldn’t have been able to get these so quickly otherwise, especially since his parents are in America. He’s been planning this.

He thanks Lev and his uncle profusely before heading over to Kenma’s house. This time he’s allowed in, and Kenma clings to him, using Tetsurou to ground him. He’s said before that his therapist calls Tetsurou his “anchor,” and while he doesn’t really understand, Tetsurou is more than happy to be whatever Kenma needs him to be.

Which is why, when he sees the grateful, vulnerable look on his boyfriend’s face when Tetsurou gives him the present and explains its purpose, Lev cements his spot as Tetsurou’s favorite first year.


Ok so we all know Ashton has returned from his time away from the internet and is back with a new found passion for photography so…this is inspired by that. Enjoy! 

    Ashton had originally taken up being the “band photographer” during their studio sessions just to document the band’s journey while creating their next album, but it turned into more than that.  It has now become art of his everyday life.  He uses it as another creative outlet, and just like with his music, he is always looking to improve. Practice makes perfect right? If he isn’t snapping photos at the studio he’s at home taking them of you.  You’re used to it at this point. Sitting on the couch reading you would hear a mechanic click and look up to see Ashton peering down at the screen admiring the picture he’s just taken.

  Ashton loves candid shots, infact they’re the majority of what he takes.  His photoshoots don’t always come at the most opportune times though.  As you sit in the upstairs hallway digging through one of the cabinets, tissue boxes and towels strewn about you, looking desperately for a bar of soap, you hear the familiar click.  Sighing you look up to see your boyfriend with his camera in hand “Really Ashton?”.  He shrugs “What can I say babe? You’re my muse.” You can’t help but smile at him before he walks off to take pictures of something else.

   Ashton is on a first name basis with the CVS employees at this point considering he’s in there every week to pick up a new set of printed photos he has sent in.  He comes home and immediately tears open the paper envelope to start rifling through the photos.  He has started to display his favorite ones on your coffee table, leaving them spread loosely in a basket for your guests to look at when they came over.  He tells you “They’re conversation starters babe.” 

   Ashton always shows you his favorite ones when he gets back with the latest batch.  You two go through the pile together and admire them.  You laugh about whatever silly poses the boys are doing in the photographs this time, but you never really sit down to go through the basket.  On one of Ashton’s days off the two of you sit watching TV.  Absentmindedly you reach over and pick up the pile of pictures.  As you started to rifle through them you’re shocked, and flattered, to see that the majority are of you.  Not just that but most of them are one’s you didn’t even known Ashton took.  They feature you laughing with friends at a dinner party and putting your makeup on in the mirror, or cooking in the kitchen. You’re interrupted from observing the photos when Ashton resumes his spot next to you on the couch. “What ‘cha got there?” he asks peering over your should to look at the pictures. “I was just looking through them and” you smile down at the photos “Ash…when did you take all of these?” You give him a look complete amazement.  Wrapping his arm around your shoulders he tells you “Just whenever I saw a moment I wanted to preserve forever…”  You bury your face into his chest already feeling your face heat up from his loving words. “…and plus, you do some cute shit when you think no one is watching.”  

   Ashton has a love hate relationship with traveling.  He loves performing, he loves the fans, and he loves all the new places to photograph, but he hates being away from you.  Every morning when you wake up you’re greeted with a new thread of photos from him.  The visual documentations of his adventures.  You take your favorites to get printed and then add them to his coffee table collection.  At night, when you miss him the most, you sit and leaf through the photographs until you feel better.  You notice that a few of the pictures are missing, specifically some pictures of you.  But little do you know they’re safe and sound tucked inside Ashton’s wallet keeping him company, traveling the world, and being shown to the people he meets followed by the phrase “This is my beautiful girlfriend.”.  

He Hears You Sing For The First Time

4/4 Preference with gifs.

Reader x boy

About 500 words


“Hello?” I called as I walked into the rather large house I shared with 7 other people in LA. Not believing I was home alone, I called out again. “Guys? Is anyone home?”

Just then, I heard footsteps pounding down the stairs and into the kitchen where I had just entered. I turned around to see Ashton hurriedly collecting his things.

“Hey, Y/N. See ya later!” He said as he started to pass me.

“Wait, Ash! Where is everyone?” I asked.

“Well the guys just called emergency band practice at the studio. Crystal had some photoshoot to go to this morning. Arzaylea and (Y/F/N) went shopping. They’d probably come pick you up or you could go meet them where ever they are,” He suggested as he started to exit the house. As he said that, another idea creeped into my brain.

“You’re blocking me in,” He informed me, sticking his head back in the door. Not feeling like moving my car, I threw him my keys. He thanked me and hurried out the door. I watched as my car drove past the front door and off of our street. Smiling, I took my over-the-shoulder bag off and hung it on one of the hooks. Then, I made my way down the hallway to the room I shared with Calum. I slipped my shoes off before strolling into the bathroom to turn on the shower. It was quiet and the sound of the water hitting the ground echoed. Satisfied, I pulled my shirt over my head and continued to undress. Finally, I put my playlist on shuffle and stepped into the shower. I let the warm water rinse away the stress and tension in my body.

As If You Don’t Know started playing, I couldn’t help but harmonize with it. Thankfully, the acoustics in the shower and volume of the music prevented me from hearing anything else, including my voice. Although, when I turned off the water, I continued to sing it as it was one of my favorite songs. I wrapped myself in a towel before stepping out of the shower. When I looked up, I was surprising to see Calum standing there with a smirk.

“Calum! What the hell!” I whined, holding the towel to my body tightly.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” He replied smugly, ignoring my comment. At this, my cheeks started to burn and I tried to push past him.

“You heard that?” I asked, embarrassed.

“Yeah. Why didn’t you tell me you can sing?” He asked, following me back into our room.

“Because I can’t,” I replied, putting on one of his shirts and some underwear. I could practically feel him roll his eyes. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“You have an amazing voice,” He whispered in my ear.


I checked my appearance in the front camera on my phone before stepping on of the Uber. I wasn’t really a party scene type of person but Ashton had convinced me to go. Once I met up with the guys and we had a few drinks, it actually started to be a fun party. Everyone was pretty tipsy when we sat down to play truth or dare.

“(Y/N),” My best friend slurred from across the circle, “Truth Or Dare?”

“Dare,” I replied, feeling risky.

“I dare you to sing,” She giggled. I shot her a glare which only made her laugh harder. I watched as Ashton realized he had never heard me sing before.

“Ooh! Sing Out Of My Limit!” A drunken Luke commanded. Lovingly, I rolled my eyes and sighed as I prepared to sing. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see everyone’s reactions. I sang a little bit of the song before erupting into giggles.

“(Y/N)! That was really good!” Michael insisted. I shook my head but smiled at him.

“No, babe. He’s right,” Ashton insisted sincerely. I smiled and thanked him before placing my lips on his.


Michael and I had been flirting for a few weeks after my cousin, Luke, introduced us. I was on my way over to their house when Luke texted me.

Luke: If you aren’t here in 5 minutes, I’m showing Michael on of our old covers

I smirked as I turned onto their street seconds later. I ended up walking in the house 2 minutes after I received the text only to find all four boys on the couch. The cover of Can’t Help Falling In Love that Luke and I recorded when we were about 14 echoed throughout the house.

“Luke!” I scolded, making them all turn around to look at me. Luke laughed as he sat up to talk to me.

“Sorry. I didn’t think you’d get here,” He explained. I rolled my eyes as I sat down on the couch with them.

“We sound awful,” I cringed as we continued watching the video.

“It’s not that bad,” Michael replied.

“No. It’s bad. We’re both a lot better now. Right, (Y/N)?” Luke said. I glared at him as curiosity rose within the other boys. Ashton reached over and paused the video.

“Let’s hear it,” He ordered. Luke reached over towards the laptop and searched for something. By the time I realized what he was looking for, he had already found it.

“Luke,” I groaned as my cousin put the computer back on the table and pressed play. He had caught me singing a few days before and recorded it. Not wanting to listen to it, I excused myself to get a snack from the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?” Michael asked, entering the kitchen a minute later. I shrugged and continued eating.

“You know you’re pretty good,” He said. Instead of speaking, I gave him a dumbfounded look.

“I think it’s hot that you can sing,” He continued.

“Really?” I asked playfully.

“Really,” He confirmed, biting his lip.

“Ok, ok. I just want food but now I’ve lost my appetite,” Luke said as he turned on his heels to exit the kitchen. We both laughed and followed him back to the other boys.


We were playfully singing and dancing in the car as Luke drove home from the grocery store. I was more yelling than singing as I dramatically flipped my hair and tossed myself around. In the middle of a song, Luke turned the volume down.

“Hey!” I whined.

“I’ve never heard you truly sing,” He said. I simply shrugged and turned to look out the window.

“Come on, (Y/N). You hear me sing all the time,” He begged.

“That’s because it’s your job and you’re good at it,” I argued.

“I’ll sing with you then,” He compromised. Knowing I wasn’t going to win the argument, I sighed.

“Fine,” I grumbled making a smile spread across Luke’s face. He started singing the chorus of Teenage Dream and I harmonized it. He stopped abruptly in the middle of a word.

“The fuck you mean you can’t sing, (Y/N)? You’re over here trying to show me up,” He said. I giggled and slipped my tiny hand into Luke’s free one.

“You’re such a liar,”

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Puns and Funs.

Bobby x Reader x Toddler Daughter


Being a dad isn’t always fun and game. Bobby runs into a bit of trouble on his bring-your-daughter-to-work day.

Thank you for taking your time to send in your request. I hope it lives up to your expectation. Enjoy!

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“You sure you wanna take her for the whole day, babe?”

You groan, sleep clearly evident in the way your voice rasps. A small hum emanate from the hot body you’ve been sharing cover with almost every night for the past 5 years.

“Where are you going? It’s not often I get to cuddle you past 7:00.”

You had been ready to get up when the muscular arm drapes across your torso pin your weary body in place. Laying back down obediently, you have absolutely no grief with a few extra minutes in bed. You have to admit, being a mom and working leave you with next to nothing in alone time with your husband, much less time on your own. Whenever you’re off work, your whole day would revolve around your daughter. It honestly got so rough in the beginning you’d sometimes just cry for no apparent reason. Thank God for giving you someone as supportive and understanding as Bobby. No matter how rough it got, he was never far behind picking up the pieces. The rare chance you get to meet up with all your friends, you can be sure to grin like an idiot the whole entire time from the endless amount of compliments and envies from the girls for having someone like Bobby in your life. 

Sighing contently, you let yourself sink into his enchanting musk and soft bare skin. Despite the sun already playfully dancing around the room, left over cold air from the night wind still lingers. No matter as you got the best heater in the whole world holding you tight in his arms. You’re seriously the luckiest woman in the world. 

“Bobby, you’re sure you can handle her.”

Stirring from his own slumber, Bobby runs a hand through his messy brown locks before sneaking a peek only to see your eyes still close while snuggling tightly against his chest. A small satisfactory smile crack upon the ample lips.

“Yes, babe. You deserve a day off without me or Yebin bugging you hours on end. You haven’t had one since our little crazy bunny was born. Treat yo self, woman!”

You both share a big chuckle, his hot breath fanning against your hair before a searing heat of a kiss burns onto your forehead. Tilting your head back, you share a good morning kiss before just laying still, staring into each other eyes, basking in the rare peaceful moment of just enjoying one another. Things were much simpler when it was just you and him - nothing was on schedule, things happens spontaneously. Yet somehow, you’re both certain you wouldn’t do life any other way even if it meant never having enough sleep because your daughter is an energizer bunny, just like her dad.

Right on cue, as if she has a built in internal clock, you could hear the stomping footstep of the little monster running down the hall, tearing up the quietness of the house. Bobby lets out a big laugh before whispering a countdown.


Just as the last number leaves his lips, your bedroom door swings wide open and in fly Yebin, crashing her tiny body right in between yours and Bobby’s. She giggles up a storm before clambering on top to press kisses on your face. Once finished, her tiny hands grab hold of Bobby’s face, holding it in place as he pretend to struggle out of her grasp before giving up. Now laying neatly on top of his chest, she turns back to you with curious eyes.

“Mum, daddy broken today?”

Yebin’s cute little words shock Bobby out of the trance she had put him in. It always amazes you how in love he is with both you and your daughter no matter how many years had past since you built this little family. Too often you heard of husbands who has no bond with their children. One look at Bobby and you know you will never, ever have to worry about that problem. The boy has to be more in love with Yebin than he ever did with you.

“Wait, what does that mean? Why am I broken? Babe?”

Snickering at his panic, you pay him no attention before turning to Yebin, brushing a few hair out of her bright eyes.

“You’re going to work with daddy today, remember bunbun?”

“OH YEA!” She screams off the top of her lungs before hopping off, jetting back the way she came from just moments ago. 

Finally getting out of bed, you run off to get your daughter ready for the day while Bobby stumble off to get ready for work, lips still mumbling about what could she possibly mean by he’s broken.

Another hour had past before Yebin is happily secure in her carseat while you load the rest of the necessity in the trunk of Bobby’s car. Once finished, you linger for a few more seconds chatting away with the excited little bunny who’s rambling on and on about going to work like a big girl. Giving a quick goodbye kiss to Bobby, both your attention tear away when Yebin suddenly exclaim loudly. 


While Bobby standing there panicking, you laugh your ass off before telling a giggling Yebin to watch herself.

“Why are you laughing? She want to go to the bathroom. Take her before she pee in the car.”

“She said Ewweee, as in gross, as in mom and dad kissing is gross.”

Sighing loudly, Bobby throws his arms up in the air in defeat. Yebin learning to talk had gave him the biggest stress ever as nothing seems to mean what it suppose to. 

“I forgot how weird you guys are. What about this morning? She said I’m broken.”

“Well whenever you’re off work, you tell her you’re not working. Broken just means not working, babe.”

“And here I thought… aye. She got me good, that little one. It’s gonna be such a long day. Okay. I love you. We will be back before sundown. It’s just a small photoshoot today so it shouldn’t take too long I hope.”

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Decisions, Decisions (Part 6)

Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.

Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?

Word Count: 3882

Note: Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​ - This fic would NOT be possible without you, and @amarvelouswritings​ - who let me badger the hell out of her. Thank you both a million! Used @theartofimagining13​ imagine

Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child. Texts are in italics

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The next day, you slept in, then went to the gym, grabbed some iced coffee, then went home to relax for a day off. But you couldn’t help but think of James. You toyed with texting and calling him or leaving him alone. Finally, you caved.

I’m sorry about last night. Could we talk about this, please?

No response happened for five minutes and you sighed. What were you going to talk about? You knew you wouldn’t confess everything, but maybe you could buy a tiny bit of more time, then no one could be hurt. You thought maybe, just maybe, you could have one more date with each of them, and then you’d decide.

Ida was busy with her job, otherwise you would’ve reached out to her, but you didn’t want to bother her or distract her. You felt so alone in that moment and you knew it was your fault. Watching James walk out the door last night hurt you far beyond what you thought was capable.

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Garish Room #28 [2017 ver. member A to Z case of Reita] part 2

- Obtain (recently acquired thing that increased the intensity of sensations)

Reita: This is due to the story, which I recently mentioned, but it’s the fact that I bought the speakers. After I used the previous ones about 8 years, I purchased a new product from Pioneer recently. The stand is attached to the sides of the speakers, and since they do not touch the ground, the sound is quite different. Even the discs, that I used to listen to, were sounded for me with new sensations, the mood was updated and it was fascinating. In these speakers, regardless of if the bass sounded or I did a mixing test on them, they further widened the range, so I could immediately heard sounds that were not played.

- Picture (photo of the times Dainippon itan geisha)

Reita: (Looking at photos from the past) Hmm …What’s that, though a little, but my hair ends sticked out horrible. Still, it’s great to be young; since I repainted the black parts of the hair in the blond by myself, there were traces and it was quite noticeable. (loking at photos  「舐~ zetsu ~」 ) Probably they are not so bad, because we look great. How to say…it’s great that we look so good on them (laughs). These thrills, now I’m no longer able to do this. And I don’t remember at all why I wore white and blue clothes. It seemed like something complicated, to acquire the necessary skills, and because of this we often performed. Approximately then, it was time, when we inserted symbolic drawings, that was so in Ruki’s style, or at that time we also used kanji. The day of filming the video 舐 舐 ~ zetsu ~ 」was very hot. And what was the hottest, the drums, right? Waiting until they corrected makeup of this guy, was very very long, in addition, all suffered greatly because of the heat (laughs).

- Question (things you are skeptical of)

Reita: Our society consists of people who constantly complain [* he is referring to official complaints about the service, as well as the type of fraud ]. And I really don’t like this. Also the reason why I stopped watching TV is, in essence, that the complainants irritate me, but even more I get furious, when, in addition, people around are too involved in this.  I believe that a guy, who is called reckless, is certainly not connected with those who are in a safe place, then “what is this chain of negative” (when bad events occur one after another)  - I often feel something like this.  One part among the complainants has declined quite in number, they seem to have come to common sense. Even if we apply this to our activities,  where, first of all, there is rock and punk, these are not the things that decent people do. “Although you performance to the public, it does not mean anything at all” - I hate such ambience. Jsut because we are people who have crossed the limit “I cann’t do this”, we do have a certain pattern, to which we aspire. Still I think it doesn’t mean that you can always feel close to us and become friends easily.

-  Resistance (not subject to discussion part)

Reita:  In make-up, when I’m in public places, I play the role of Reita. I don’t feel too much need to show my inner world,  and at the time of applying makeup, I also change what is inside me. And since it’s very important, it’s the part of me not to discuss.

- Sexy  (a favorite part of the female body and gestures that excite the feelings of men)

Reita: Favorite part … there is a lot of (laughs).  Navel or so-called «hara chira» (when you accidentally saw someone’s stomach, which was hidden under the  clothes  before that),  It seems to me pretty sexy. So, I’d like women to always go screaming “banzai” (laughs) [*  during shouting “banzai”, usually raise their hands; so Reita heads to the fact that a T-shirt or a jacket will roll up and you’ll see a navel].

-  Treasure (treasures that you really appreciate)

Reita: The car. I sold the red mustang, that I used on the set for a magazine, 2-3 years ago, and now I drive another car, but I really like it.  Even if it becomes useless, I want to buy another one similar model of the car.  Also recently on Twitter I asked everyone to send me a photo of their cars, because I also was interested to see the cars of other people, do they have any stickers, or maybe they were a little remodeled, or how they have chosen an interior finish.  Since I also grew up in the countryside, I drove the car from the age of 18, so having a car was something  certain.  When you go by car, it’s like a secret room, in which no one can enter, and I also really like it.

- Under ( kohai, which you accept)

Reita: Basically, I don’t admit them because of their meager skills (laughs). Speaking of kohais, are they not rivals to us? A long time ago, since I showed some enmity directed at the guys, who performed together with us at concerts as rivals, I didn’t like the fact that I had to admit them openly. Therefore, even now I still don’t support the relationship with kohais.

-  Violence (episodes when you were very angry)

Reita:  Hahaha! When was I angry? It happened only once, but … because the other members are not such to be angry (laughs). It was about 5 years ago, during the tour, I scolded loudly, I think that neither before nor after I didn’t do this, only at that time. I think, in that situation, probably, it would be wrong not to get mad at a new employee, bass technician. Since I always make mistakes, I don’t blame people when they also make them,  but due to some mistakes, my head was just full of various worries, later, too, mistakes continued to follow one after another. This went on and made me angry. And since I couldn’t change this feeling, it wasn’t very good. I think that one mistake isn’t a mistake at all. A real mistake is to continue to make the same mistake repeatedly.  So the next day I talked with him as always with a smile… No, if I were angry, it would be something very serious (laughs).  

-  Warning (what do you pay attention to in your daily life)

Reita: For a long time, I always received instructions from my Mom like “I think you should have your own opinion on any issue” and the words “listen well to what people say” penetrated into my soul. Therefore, even though I say “but I think in this way”, but I don’t impose my opinion over this. Now I have this way of dealing with others “it’s clear, there are such people”. I wonder if it’s good or bad. And, maybe there is also the fact  in me that I don’t have inflated expectations about people. I think that’s probably why I’m not angry with them.  I have no thoughts like “I want to do something, or I want to tell them something”, so, maybe that’s why I’m not angry. Only me can understand what is me, and probably there is no need to try to make you understand me, if it’s against your will.

-  X-factor (what would you like to try to do in the future that you never did before)

Reita: It’s about acting, there is one documentary video from the tour, where once long ago Hide-san became angry in the locker room and hurled a mirror, that split into parts. So I would like to do something like this (laughs).  I do not often get a chance to break things in my daily life.

-  Yesterday  (what did you do yesterday, from the moment when you woke up before you went to bed)

Reita:  In the morning I woke up at 8 o'clock, since the day before was the last episode of  "SMAP × SMAP" [* TV show, organized by SMAP. The last episode was shown on December 26 and after 28 years the group ceased its activity]. I wrote a tweet “good morning”, combining it in meaning with this theme. In fact, we had to go with Ruki to photoshooting for the album of the best ballads, but it began to rain, all were canceled, and we hastily left there.Therefore, after cleaning up my room, I went to the gym. After training the muscles, I ran and then made stretching. It seems to me that if you start the morning with body training, much will be done in the right way.  Well, since the stories about muscle training will be badly received by the public, let’s stop on this (laughs).

-  Zero (what you would like to get rid of)

Reita:  Still, I really would like to forget that during the performance I fell, I really want to forget it.  Even on tour 「DOGMA」 I once very effectively fell, seems it was in Yamagata.  It also was included in the documentary, but since now we live in a society that constantly uses social networks, it would be known fact for everyone in any case, right? So, after the performance, I told about it by myself.  There is nothing left but to make this the topic of a popular discussion (laughs). 

translated from japanese to russian by shimizu_ran.vk for the_gazette_quotes.vk

translated from russian to english by me

as always thx for reading and sorry for mistakes ^^

Dersha Fiction: skylines: the prequel (ch.4)

First of all, I would like to apologize for the wait on this chapter. Writer’s block kicked my butt! Hopefully this makes up for it. Enjoy! Catch up on the series (here).

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters! All characters belong to James LaRosa. (minus Jasmine’s bitch ass)

What happened two nights ago, kept replaying in Ahsha’s mind. Trying to avoid Derek was getting harder every day. They saw each other from a distance, but Ahsha made sure she didn’t spend any extra time in the arena. She went out of her way to not risk running into him in the halls. After practices, she made sure to walk out with a group. That way, she could say hello and keep it moving. It was honestly childish and Ahsha knew she was being ridiculous.

“You seemed a little distracted today in practice. Everything good,” Kyle asked, pulling her shirt over her head. “Didn’t even seemed phased by Jasmine’s bitching today.”

“I’m cool. Just been looking at graduate programs and it’s stressing me out. Gotta find the perfect one, ya know,” Ahsha said, shutting her locker and leaning against the cool metal. “I need that second degree if I want to move up in the dance world after I’m too old to be on the stage.”

“You’ll get it all figured out. At least you have a plan after this is all said and done. I’ll probably go back to the strip club if this doesn’t work out for me. I didn’t even finish college, so there’s that,” Kyle expressed, a hint of sadness in her voice. That sadness quickly disappeared. “Oh well, it’s good money.”

“You’re a mess, you know that,” Ahsha chuckled, throwing her bag over her shoulder. “What you got up for tonight. Want to get some drinks?” She was literally trying everything to get Derek off her brain. Maybe drinking away her horniness was possible and she would forget about the sexy baller.

Kyle’s eyes lit up at the mention of drinks. “Now you know I’m always down for drinks, girl. Let’s go!”

The two friends rushed out of the arena and to a nearby bar. They both ordered cocktails and took a seat at one of the tall tables near the front door. “This place is nice,” Kyle expressed, taking in the modern scenery with touches of plum and ruby. “Never even noticed this place from the street.”

“It’s a hidden gem. I truly needed this,” Ahsha answered, pointing to her drink. Derek was still on her mind and it was obvious. Distraction was literally written all over Ahsha’s face.

“Okay, what’s going on with you? This has nothing to do with school or the Devil Girls, does it,” Kyle questioned, placing her glass back on the table. “Spill it.”

When you had a face that expressed everything, it was impossible to not look bothered. Ahsha sighed and sat back in her seat. At least Kyle had proven to be someone she could trust. If any of the other girls found out, Ahsha would probably be fired immediately. Especially with Jasmine watching her every move.

“Uh oh, that sigh doesn’t sound good.” Leaning forward, Kyle gave Ahsha all her attention.

Taking another deep breath, Ahsha mumbled, “I almost slept with Derek.” The words actually leaving her mouth made it sink in. She was close to letting Derek give her the ‘D’. Waiting on Kyle’s reaction, Ahsha stared down at the table. “We didn’t do much but-“

“Whoa, whoa, back up. You didn’t do much? What exactly did you do then,” Kyle asked, her blue eyes widening as she stared back in shock. The gossip was just too good for her to pass up. The drink could wait.

“I mean…we didn’t actually have sex. He…ugh…he attempted to go down on me,” Ahsha continued, watching Kyle almost fall out of her seat and forward on the table.  “But I stopped him.” ‘

“You stopped him! How on earth did you gather up enough willpower to do that? When the hell did all of this happen,” Kyle gasped, her mouth still hanging open after she was done talking.

“Two nights ago. When we hung out after the Red vs Black game. I don’t even know how it happened. We were talking and then he was between my legs,” the brown beauty admitted, clasping a hand over her face. “I can’t even face the man now.”

“Wow. I can’t believe it,” Kyle responded, shaking her head. “You do realize that you can’t avoid this man forever, right?”

“I know,” Ahsha whined. “I don’t know what to do. He’s not my type but I can’t let him go for some reason. It’s stupid.”

“Maybe he is your type and you’re having a hard time accepting that,” Kyle added, tilting her head. “But you let this man get a taste and you stopped him? Please show me your ways because they’re magical. How do you do that?”

Playing around with her napkin, Ahsha muttered, “Yeah, something else was magical too.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Ahsha. Clearly, you like the man and he likes you back. Why are you torturing yourself like this,” the blonde dancer pressed, seriously attempting to talk sense into her friend. “You need to talk to him. Before this gets extra awkward.”

“Um, it’s already awkward. What am I supposed to say? Oh, thanks for trying to tongue me down the other night, how have you been? I gotta leave him alone. This cannot happen.”

Kyle shook her head. Ahsha was stubborn and would have to figure it out on her own. After a few minutes of silence, Kyle asked, “Was it good?”

Well, of course it was good. The few seconds she allowed the man. “Yeah,” Ahsha snickered as she blushed.


After the Devil players finished their workout, Derek hurried to the lockerroom. He had a photoshoot and interview with Nike, a new endorsement he had received months ago. His stock as a Devil player was rising, which would be good once he was in a contract year. Building a kingdom was his goal since entering the league, even though he had gotten distracted by the fame, women, and money. He yearned to leave a legacy. The endorsements and building a brand were a good start. Other than his interview, Derek’s mind was on a special lady. After what happened between him and Ahsha a few nights ago, he couldn’t keep her off his mind. They hadn’t talked since then and Derek wasn’t sure if she even wanted to talk. There was something about her that kept him intrigued and he couldn’t figure out what it was. Maybe it was her carefree attitude, her boisterous laugh, the way her eyes twinkled when you complimented her, or the way she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance. In the last few weeks, he had gotten to know a person that was real. Nothing about Ahsha screamed a front. She just remained herself and he appreciated her realness since he hadn’t met anyone like her since being in the league. It was refreshing. But maybe he had moved too fast and scared her off.

“You trying to be late for your interview, bro,” Terrence asked, noticing Derek sitting on the bench in front of his locker.

“Oh! Just in here thinking and lost track of time,” Derek hurried to his feet and opened his locker.

“Thinking about Ahsha, huh,” his friend added with a smirk, earning a side eye. They had conversations about Derek’s favorite Devil Girl, though Derek didn’t tell his best friend what had happened the other night. “Nah,” Derek lied.

“I’m just fucking with you, man,” Terrence added, noticing Derek’s attitude.

“I’m cool. A lot on my mind right now,” Derek replied, stuffing his shoes in the gym bag and shutting his locker.

Terrence paused and turned to face Derek. “Dude, everything alright?” Derek wasn’t normally quiet unless he was sleep or bothered.

Glancing at his watch, Derek plopped back down on the bench. He didn’t even know where to begin or how to explain what he was feeling. Probably because he was feeling a way he had never felt before when it came to a woman. “It’s about Ahsha.”

“Ohhh,” Terrence piped up, leaning against the lockers, giving Derek his full attention. “She’s a good girl, don’t go fucking her over.”

“You act like you know her,” Derek shot back, more irritated with the fact that Terrence was accusing him of treating Ahsha like a groupie.

Before Derek could even accuse Terrence of trying to step in and steal his chance, he explained, “I don’t but it’s not hard to see she’s not like them hoes you’ve messed with. Unlike them, she has her head on straight. So, don’t go fucking her over and make it hard for the next guy.”

“I’m assuming you’re the next guy,” the baller added, saltiness taking over his tone. Having a bad boy reputation was a gift and a curse. Some women were into it, while women like Ahsha were looking for a stand-up guy. A guy that most likely fit Terrence’s description. That was the type of man you took home to your parents.

“That’s not what I meant. You know I’m with Jasmine and plus I wouldn’t do you like that. You know how you can be, D.”  

Hearing Terrence basically let him know he was the stereotypical athlete pissed him off. The truth hurt and Derek honestly didn’t want to hear it right now. He knew what his reputation was and didn’t need to be reminded constantly. “Exactly how can I be, T?”

It wasn’t Terrence’s goal to insult Derek but he had to let him know. He had to be honest with his teammate. When it came to women, he had a problem and Terrence hated to see a good girl getting caught up in the mess. Ahsha was new to the professional sports world and girls like her often got hurt by guys like Derek. It happened every season and then led to tons of drama.

“I’m just saying. You can’t lead her on and then drop her when you get bored,” Terrence warned. “Don’t you get tired of the games? I don’t know ol’ girl like that but seriously…”

“I get it and I’m being careful,” Derek replied, finally grabbing his bag, and standing to his feet. “Thanks for the advice, Mr. Love Doctor,” the baller threw in as he left the Devils locker room. Though it was the advice he didn’t want to hear, deep down he knew Terrence had a point.


Calendar Shoot-Devil Players and Devil Girls

As usual, the Devils calendar shoot was one of the most anticipated events of the year. A few seasons ago, they began implementing the Devils’ players which sold more calendars. The marketing team knew they had created something magical and the tradition continue. Locations changed every year and this time they were shooting at a mansion. Little did Ahsha know, this mansion belonged to the very guy she was trying to avoid.

As the dancers filed into the front door of the gorgeous home, Jasmine gave them instructions. “Ahsha…you’re February. You’ll be working with Derek.” Ahsha’s eyes widened at the news. First of all, February was always Jasmine’s month and secondly, why did she have to work with Derek? Of all the players on the roster, she had to work with the one who was just between her thighs days ago?

“February is your month, though,” Ahsha frowned.

Jasmine’s lips curved into a grin. “I decided to switch it up this year. Plus, me and Terrence want to do December, anyway. I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun.” With that, the hazel eyed dancer winked and moved on to the next girl. Did Jasmine know what had happened between she and Derek? Was he seriously one of those guys that couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut and had to kiss and tell?

Ahsha hurried up the spiral staircase and to the first room to her right. Rehearsing the possible conversation she would have with Derek in her head, Ahsha changed into her assigned bikini. The fabric seemed to barely cover her bottom. Great.

“Bow chica wow wow,” a familiar southern drawl rang out. Kyle quickly shut the door behind her and retreated to another corner of the room. “Heard you were shooting with Derek.” Kyle couldn’t even hide her smirk when she mentioned Ahsha’s favorite player.

“My lucky day,” came Ahsha’s sarcastic reply as she adjusted the straps on her swimsuit. “Who are you shooting with?”

“Gerald,” Kyle huffed. “Don’t know why they put me with him when he can barely grip a fucking basketball. What’s he gonna do with all this?”

“You know, I really can’t stand you, Kyle,” Ahsha laughed, shaking her head. “Please don’t make that man, nervous. Were the makeup and hair people downstairs already?”

“Yep, they are. Along with your man.”

Acting like she didn’t hear Kyle’s smart remark, Ahsha wrapped a robe around her shoulders and made the trip downstairs. Hair and makeup was set up in the living area and there were already a few Devil Girls getting dolled up for the shoot. Ahsha settled for a chair near the staircase when she saw Derek standing with a few of the Devil’s players in the kitchen.

Terrence and Jasmine were in the kitchen going back and forth about the month they were shooting. “I’m not wearing that stupid Santa hate, J. We always shoot February. What’s different this year?”

“It was time for a change. Don’t you think, baby? I know February is a special month for us but I wanted something different. Plus, I wanted to give someone else a chance to do the month of love,” Jasmine answered sweetly, in an attempt to butter Terrence up. February was their anniversary month which made the shoot special for them.

“You gave February to a rookie. Come on now, you can’t think I’m that stupid,” Terrence shot back. Jasmine had jealously issues and he knew that up front. No one on the team could outshine her and she used her manipulative ways to run off anyone that threatened her shine. People asked him what he saw in a girl with so much attitude but no one would ever understand.  

Her eyes widened. “I’m giving her a chance to shine. What’s wrong with that?”

“You giving another girl a chance,” Terrence’s cocked a brow. “It’s obvious you can’t stand her and you’re setting her up. Can you put the bullshit aside for once?”

“And you’re taking up for the bitch,” Jasmine spat, her eyes narrowing into slits.

The couple continued arguing as Derek slid past them and made his way over to Ahsha’s station. If they would be shooting together, then the ice needed to be broken. “Morning Davenport,” Derek hummed, catching Ahsha’s eye in the mirror.

“Good morning,” she replied, the awkward tension building between them instantly. “Looks like I’m shooting with you?”

“Your lucky day,” Derek flirted, trying to ease the tension. The makeup artist huffed, letting Derek know that he was standing in her way. “I’ll be waiting for you out back. Just go through the kitchen and then you’ll see the double doors.”

“Oh, look at you knowing your way around this huge ass house,” the dancer threw in with a chuckle.

“Well I think living here probably helps me out a bit. See you out back,” he winked, patting Ahsha on the shoulder before leaving her alone. Ahsha blushing like a school-aged girl caused the makeup artist to shake her head.


The February Shoot

The California sun beat down on Ahsha’s skin as she waited for her photoshoot partner. Her nerves were out of control, causing her hands to get clammy. Small talk most definitely wouldn’t cure the awkwardness between them. For the moment, she would have to force herself to stop thinking about the sexy face Derek made when he-

“Damn,” a deep voice interrupted. Ahsha’s head snapped around to find a shirtless Derek Roman leaning against one of the pillars nearby. “Looking good, rook.”

Suddenly, Ahsha felt shy in her small red bikini. Wrapping her arms around her upper body, Ahsha sat in one of the lawn chairs. Their photographer was still setting up the scene with the help of the Devil Girl director.

“You don’t have to be shy around little ol’ me,” Derek replied, joining her on the large chair. When Ahsha only responded with a side eye, Derek took his chance to talk about what had happened between them. “We going to talk about what happened or just act like it didn’t?”

There it was. The first time either one of them had mentioned that night. Ahsha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “We should talk about it. Looks like it isn’t going away, huh?”

“Alright, we’ll talk later,” he answered, as the photographer approached them. Hopefully, they could focus on the shoot now that they at least agreed to speak about their intimate moment.

“You two ready? Think we’re all set up,” the photographer asked with excitement. This was his biggest paying gig every year. Of course, he would be all smiles. “Don’t be nervous. Relax and let that pretty face do all the work.”

“I’m not nervous,” Ahsha declared, knowing butterflies were literally swimming in her stomach. She had never been in a calendar, let alone posing with a man with the body of a Greek god. The photographer smirked in response. All the rookies were nervous and did a terrible job hiding it. Thankfully, their photographer did a great job of making them all feel comfortable.

Derek helped Ahsha to her feet and led her over towards the pool. Red heart-shaped balloons and rose petals lined the stone walkway.

“Alright you two, be natural and let it flow. Remember this is the love month, so sell it,” the photographer shouted over the music.

Being sexy did not come naturally to Ahsha. Or at least that’s what she believed. Working the camera was not all about being beautiful. Jasmine was standing on the second-floor balcony, staring down at her new teammate. Seeing her nemesis appear awkward in front of the camera made Jasmine giddy. Fans would surely complain about the month of February being a disappointment, especially when it usually belonged to the captain.

“Um, Ahsha could you maybe….hmmm…that pose isn’t working,” the photographer frowned. “Arch your back a bit more. No, that’s too much.” Ahsha was getting beyond frustrated. Between Jasmine being a conniving bitch and her not being able to adjust, she was about to snap. Derek felt Ahsha’s energy and thought it would be a good idea to take a quick break.

“Relax,” Derek urged, gripping Ahsha’s shoulders.

“Wish she would have left me in December,” Ahsha murmured, rubbing her temples. “I’ve never done anything like this before and she sticks me in February? Her month?”

Derek stepped in front of her so they could have a little more privacy. “Don’t worry about that girl. She’s a hater. Doesn’t matter if you’ve never done anything like this before. You got this. You going to let Jasmine’s miserable ass mess up your moment?”

“No but-“

“Look Ahsha, you’re sexy as hell and I’ve seen the way you work the dance floor. Where ever your mind goes when you dance, let it go there now,” he continued, letting his hands fall down Ahsha’s arms.

“It’s not that easy, Derek. You’re not doing this in a little ass bikini,” Ahsha complained, crossing her arms. “If I fuck this up, I will never live it down.”

Derek chuckled. “You won’t fuck anything up. Trust me. Relax, stop overthinking and just…go.”

Pep talks weren’t really his thing, even in the locker room. But he knew that Jasmine was only setting Ahsha up to fail and Derek refused to let that happen. Ahsha didn’t believe she had the sex appeal to nail this shoot, though Derek saw different. The way she worked the dance floor told him she had it in her. Jasmine was looking forward to seeing Ahsha fail and it wasn’t about to happen on his watch.

Still doubting that she could get her shit together, the dancer turned back around to face the photographer. Hopefully Derek’s ‘pep talk’ gave her enough pep to finish the shoot without being as stiff as a log.

“Ready,” the photographer asked, his patience running thin. “I have other girls to shoot.”

Ahsha adjusted the straps on her heels before wrapping her hand around Derek’s forearm. An act so natural that neither one of them seemed to be phased by it. “I’ll follow your lead since you’ve done this before,” Ahsha whispered. They used one of the large stone pillars as a prop. Derek leaned against the cool concrete and pulled Ahsha between his legs. Her small frame fit perfectly with his large one as the dancer relaxed against Derek’s toned chest.

Excited that he had a good shot, the photographer gushed, “Perfect. Now Ahsha, arch your back a little bit and tilt your head to the left. Gotta show off those beautiful physiques.”

Their brown skin glistened under the warm sun. They were looking like a couple straight out of Essence magazine. Ahsha loosened up as the shoot went on, giving the photographer shot after shot. Add on the chemistry with Derek and he was wishing he could sell their entire portfolio to Sports Illustrated.

Jasmine and Terrence were next and were walking out the back door to wait for their turn. Jasmine thought she would be walking into a joke. She had her smirk ready because she knew Ahsha was making a fool of herself. To her surprise, Derek and Ahsha were looking like they had stepped right out of a catalog.

“Uh oh, someone is trying to give you two a run for your money,” the photographer commented, sparking a dangerous flame. That was the last thing that Jasmine needed to hear. This only added fuel to the feud brewing between the two dancers. “I think we got some good shots. You two were great. Nice job, Ahsha!”

By this time, Jasmine was seething. No one could compare to the King and Queen of the Devils. Ahsha was already wearing out her welcome and Jasmine had to let it be known that she ruled this organization.

“That’ll never happen,” Jasmine spat, not even trying to hide her irritation. Terrence nodded in Ahsha’s direction, giving her small smile to let her know he wasn’t tripping.

Little did Jasmine know, her spot on the throne was in danger with a future queen in line.


Later that Night-After the shoot

Everyone had packed up and cleared out of the mansion. The day was long and they didn’t finish the shoot until late that evening. Ahsha waited for Derek in the spacious living room. She studied the many trophies on the mantle. She found it odd how his mantle wasn’t decorated with pictures of family. Honestly, she didn’t see a single photo throughout the entire mansion.

“I thought you wouldn’t stick around since it got so late,” Derek’s deep voice bellowed. He had changed into a pair of sweat pants and a sleeveless Nike shirt.

“Figured I’d stay since we agreed to talk.” she replied. Them being alone again sent that familiar feeling between her legs. The same one she had that night when they almost went too far.

Neither one of them knew where to begin. “You want anything to drink,” Derek questioned, taking a sip of his Gatorade.

“Nope, I’m good,” Ahsha said, sitting her bag on the floor next to the pool table. “This brings back memories,” she continued, picking up a pool stick.

“Memories of you attempting to play,” Derek laughed, joining in on the game. This at least was an ice breaker. They played for a few minutes before Derek started their much needed discussion. “You regret what happened that night?”

Being honest was the only way Ahsha would feel better about this entire situation. “I wouldn’t say I regret it but…I’m more confused than anything.”

“Confused about what? Me,” Derek questioned, placing the pool sticks back in their holsters.

“Just about all of this. You’re usually not the type of guy I’m attracted to,” Ahsha began. “You know what I mean?”

“You go after the good guys. I get it,” the baller added.

“I wouldn’t say it like that. I go after guys that aren’t as-“

“Ahsha, it won’t bother me if you say you only go for the good guys that you can take home to meet the parents. Even though, I’ve already met the parents and dad seems to like me,” Derek joked, earning a laugh. “Seriously, I’m not a bad dude though. Yeah, I seem like it on the outside but-“

“I never said you were a bad guy, Derek. If you were, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you right now. It would be a waste of time because a bad guy wouldn’t have respected me that night,” she explained. They both were sitting on top of the pool table, her leg resting comfortably against Derek’s. “I’m not used to dealing with a guy that has 20 million women chasing after them.”

“Or the type that gives 20 million of those women his attention?” Ahsha nodded. “I know I have a certain reputation that follows me. Terrence let me know that the other day and I wasn’t trying to hear it. But you’re unlike any woman I’ve met. I haven’t met a single woman who doesn’t want something for me. Whether it’s fame or money.”

“How do you know I’m not after that same thing,” Ahsha questioned. Derek’s money didn’t faze her one bit. Her parents were well off and she had lived a decent life. Even if she hadn’t, Ahsha could care less about how much money Derek made each season. The fact that Derek picked up on how genuine she could be, was intriguing.

“The way you carry yourself. Even with me throwing out every line in the book, you don’t budge,” he laughed. “And you actually take interest in what I’m saying. You listen, even though we barely know each other.”

“Most of the time I don’t have a choice. With that loud ass mouth of yours,” Ahsha shot back, playfully slapping Derek’s arm.

They shared a laugh and then the silence set in. Derek’s gaze remained focused on Ahsha’s lips. The urge to kiss her took over him and he leaned in to capture her lips. That same flame from last time ignited between them. There was no denying their attraction to each other. Not anymore.

Pulling away, Ahsha muttered against his lips, “I like you.” Such a simple statement held a lot of weight. After all the denying and trying to bury those budding feelings, Ahsha was truthful with herself. Whatever it was building between them wasn’t going away. Their chemistry was almost potent. This was a huge risk, not to mention something that could get her kicked off the team. But, in that moment she didn’t care. Being in denial was exhausting and she had grown tired.

“We should do something about that then,” Derek responded, pecking Ahsha’s lips once more. There was a moment of silence before Ahsha attacked.

Ohhhhhh, looks like it’s going down in the next chapter! I already know you all will kill me for the cliffhanger. Next chapter, things get a little wild, so you’ll thank me later. *wink wink*

Thanks for reading, loves! I will be starting the next chapter in the next couple of days. Hopefully, I can get it out much faster than I did with this one.