i cannot leave you alone


#tidappreciationweek17: day four ≡ favourite platonic relationship

“I cannot leave you to face death alone,” Will whispered, but he knew he was beaten; the sands of his will had run out.
Jem touched the parabatai rune on his shoulder, through the thin material of his nightshirt. “I am not alone,” he said. “Wherever we are, we are as one.”


Cybird Ikemen Sengoku All Characters’ Profiles

Note: I’m sorry for any wrong and off translation since I’m a learner, please advice and correct me for any mistakes *bow* 

“Do-S x Self-Conceit/Self-Centeredness” 

Nobunaga Oda

Don’t you want to become woman of the *person who would unify this whole country?

*tengabito = the person with ruling power/have the world/have the country/descend from heaven

VA: Tomokazu Sugita
Birthday: 12 May
Height: 179.7 cm
Blood Type: B

Aspiring to unify the whole country, the cruel and inhuman Sengoku warrior. A real ideologist, his thinking and thought is separated/different from an ordinary man. Being called ‘demon king’ due to his cold-blooded behavior, and he should be someone to be afraid of, but…?

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“Unprecedented x Hedonist/Pleasure-seeker”

Masamune Date

Don’t be bored. You would satisfy me, don’t you?

VA: Kazuki Kato
Birthday: 5 September
Height: 180.3 cm
Blood Type: B

Unprecedented and aggressive hedonist. He believes that he won’t dishonor his way of life as Sengoku warrior. With his frank personality, he makes fun of/playing/trifling with you, as he drawn near to you out of curiosity.

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“Ore-sama x Tsundere”

Yukimura Sanada

Hide behind my back. I’ll protect you without fail.

VA: Kensho Ono (Original: Yoshimasa Hosoya)
Birthday: 7 July
Height: 177 cm
Blood Type: O

A Takeda retainer who’s burning with revenge on Nobunaga. Loyal and devoted, he respects Shingen who shares similar motives. Although he is masculine/manly and has overbearing/pushy/high-handed personality, there is also a shy side of him that is weak/not good with women…?

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“Popular with women x Elder brother temperament/type”

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Can you listen properly to things I’m going to say? I cannot leave someone like you alone.

VA: Kosuke Toriumi
Birthday: 17 March
Height: 179.2 cm
Blood Type: O

Nobunaga’s loyal retainer. With caring personality and always taking care of people, not only he’s being loved by other retainers, but also popular among women. He won’t forgive those who harms Nobunaga, and he’s being wary/cautious of you too.

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“Ambitious person x Perverse/cussed person”

Ieyasu Tokugawa

In that case, do as you please. Since I have no interest for weak people.

VA: Toshiki Masuda
Birthday: 31 January
Height: 174.1 cm
Blood Type: A

An ambitious person who is a contrary and uncooperative. Very patient and hates to lose; dislike weak people. Behind his stubborn and obstinate attitude, he seems to hide a sad past…?

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“Adult x Womanizer”

Shingen Takeda

…Come here. I will teach you the tactics/strategies of an adult love.

VA: Yūichirō Umehara
Birthday: 1 December
Height: 185 cm
Blood Type: B

Sengoku warrior who is feared as the tiger of Kai. He’s aiming for Takeda Clan revival. Although he’s being deeply loves by the retainers for being broad-minded, however he’s a cold person to his enemies. A lady-killer who gives off an adult vibes and charms.

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“Charisma x Yandere”

Kenshin Uesugi

My live and death is in war. I have no spare times for the likes of women.

VA: Hiroaki Miura
Birthday: 18 February
Height: 176.2 cm
Blood Type: AB

A man called ‘God of War’ who’s carrying an overwhelming charisma. His love for war is unrivaled/incomparable, and his victory is always expected without any doubts. There are seems to be some reasons for his attitude of refusing bluntly/thrusting away women…

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“Mysterious x Malicious”

Mitsuhide Akechi

No? You’re lying. It seems you like it I’m being mean to you.

VA: Shunsuke Takeuchi
Birthday: 4 October
Height: 181 cm
Blood Type: AB

Nobunaga’s right arm who is malicious and mysterious. Carrying suspicious atmosphere, he’s someone to be feared even by allies, and his relationship with Hideyoshi is like dogs and monkeys. There is also rumor he’s having a secret meeting with the enemy,  and his true mind and feelings are enveloped in mystery.


“Pheromone x Keen/sharp/brilliant mind”

Mitsunari Ishida

Whenever you are in trouble, please depend/rely on me…Promise me, alright?

VA: Yoshio Yamatani
Birthday: 6 November
Height: 175 cm
Blood Type: A

Hideyoshi’s close aide with sharp mind and excels in arithmetic. Someone with gentle manner, he does not aware of his sex appeal to make women fascinated of him. Liking war tactics research and study, so much to the point he neglects his life whenever he’s being immersed in it…


“Cool x On pace”

Sasuke Sarutobi

Don’t worry. It’s really fun to get adapted/familiarized with Sengoku live.

VA: Kenji Akabane
Birthday: 10 April
Height: 176.7 cm
Blood Type: O

Originally a graduate student with Astrophysics major. After the time slip, he’s getting an employment as ninja. Expressionless, but optimistic with a character that cannot lie. He’s searching for a method to return to present time by studying the theory of time slip.


“Ruthless x Revenge demon”


Well…how about I make you cry? Ojōsan (Young lady).

VA: Tarusuke Shingaki
Birthday: 7 January
Height: 178 cm
Blood Type: O

A revenge demon who resents Nobunaga. A man who is willing to become a demon himself in choosing the means in order to achieve/accomplish his revenge.


The Price of Privilege - Part 2 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Exactly how many days of the entire four month period could you spend locked in your room?

Two. The answer was two.

May had ventured out long before you even considered leaving your bed; having diagnosed you with some terrible mental illness brought on by stress, she left in search of a cure.

She came back with cake and after a few sugary bites you decided a shower was in order.

With the cake came news from the rest of the mansion that you stuck your nose up at, refusing to hear anything about this terrible family that would raise a terrible son like the man you were betrothed to.

With the obvious plummeting of your mood since May had rescued you from that kitchen, she was certain that something awful had happened. But May, being May did not pry. She hugged you in your sleep and rubbed your back and brought you food and snacks and even offered to let you use her phone as much as you wanted to FaceTime with your sisters.

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So at least on my dash, nobody ever drags the xxTPs, so I'mma do it really fast bc y'all really piss me off from time to time.

Like would it kill you to NOT critique rules from time to time trying to find all the damn loopholes? Like pls can u not. LIKE SURPRISINGLY JUST BC SOMETHING DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO YOU DOESN’T MEAN IT’S NOT SENSIBLE IN THE LONG RUN?? Like is it so hard to realize that if you take into account EVERY SINGLE tiny ass thing you guys pick out, nothing would ever get done???

Rules, laws, procedures, etc, they’re there to make things easier. And like?? Honestly fuck you, ExTPs? Stop blatantly doing the loophole thing that the rules don’t cover just because you can. Y'all are so damn full of acting like a dick while not coming up with PROPER SOLUTIONS. And you, IxTPs? Just stop. You may not outwardly defy the untold laws, but you still don’t come up with solutions like the shut in you are.

Keep to your own crap and leave laws alone.

Being Best Friends with Damian Wayne, Jon Kent & Billy Batson Headcanons

A/N: I tried to get it all accurate, even did some research.


Being best friends with Billy Batson / Shazam, Damian Wayne / Robin and Jon Kent / Superboy would include:

> Being best friends with Damian to begin with and that was hard work as it was. You didn’t need anymore hassle but of course, the world had other plans.

> Meeting Jon next when Superman and Batman introduce him to Damian and yourself since you were nearly always together.

> Hearing about their extracurricular activities early on and thinking it was cool at first before realising all the trouble that came with it.

> Getting to visit the Watchtower and being left with Shazam whilst Batman, Superman and their juniors went to discuss a mission. After half an hour, Shazam thinks you’re amazing and clearly trustworthy based on your friends.

> Drags you off to show you something, and suddenly he’s not Shazam anymore, he’s a boy round about your age if not a little older.
“You’re not even -!”
“YOU’RE A -” The stranger clamping a hand over your mouth before you can finish.
“I’m Billy Batson, can you not reveal my identity to the whole Watchtower?!”
“Sorry, it was unexpected. (Y/n) (L/n), best friend of Robin and Jon apparently.”

> Damian coming back to his best friend bonding with Shazam and being kinda jealous. How many people was he going to have to share his best friend with?
“You better visit me in Gotham!”
“Count on it (y/n).”
“I cannot leave you alone for 5 minutes…” Robin muttered, soon joined by Jon.

> Regular visits from Billy and becoming best friends in record time.
“Technically you’re the youngest member of the Justice League.”
“I know right, too bad only Batman, yourself and probably Robin know that.”
“If you look at it my way, you’re fooling nearly the whole Justice League whilst working alongside them. That’s pretty badass.”

> Being ditched more times than you can count by all of them. They’ve got hero work to do after all.

> When Damian and Jon have to team up, they regretfully leave you to your own devices.
Calling you soon after to make sure you’re ok.
“It’s Damian, are -”
“Put (y/n) on speaker would you?” Damian sighing but doing as Jon asked.
“Where are you? We just got back.”
“Well I’m sorry but someone had to cover for you idiots!”

> Being the master of cover stories at school, activities or on trips. The boys actually growing concerned about how good you’ve become.

> Occasionally using the cover stories to take revenge.
“(Y/n)?! I did not eat too many chilli dogs and get… you know! I was called in.”
“That’s what you get for ditching me without a message telling me that you can’t make it Batson.”
“I bet you’ve never done this to Robin.”
“Why do you think I text every time I have to cancel Batson?” Robin responded, amused by the current situation.

> Saving on bus fair because 2 of your best friends can literally fly you to wherever you need to go if they’re not busy.
“We’ve got to get to Gotham to meet Damian so I better go.”
“I’ll fly us over, don’t worry (y/n).”
“Are you sure, it’s kind of a long way.”
“No problem, Superman’s son remember?”
“Then we’ll stop off at the sweet shop first.”
“To get donuts for a mid flight snack to give you more energy. Yes, I know you get it from the sun but still, they’ll help.”
“Thanks (y/n).”

> Being held hostage this one time at the age of 17. Penguin thinking you’re of interest to Robin since he visits you every other night.
“I’ve got you’re little lover here Robin, and I’m going to need a way to kill Batsy if you want them back.”
“Oh oh - hah no! Robin is my friend!”
“That’s what they all say little birdie but I’m betting he’s your boyfriend.” Penguin cackled to himself.
“Pffft, no wonder you lost your fortune - you suck at betting.” You muttered under your breath.

> Shazam and Superboy coming to your aid alongside Robin.
“Why the hell did your boyfriend bring company?!” Penguin screeched sending his henchmen after them.
“Wait, are you two together?!” Came Jon’s voice.
“Can we focus on saving the hostage for now?” Robin started.
“How do you get yourself into these situations (y/n)?” Shazam commented, smirking at you.
“Having you guys as my best friends, that’s how.”

> Borrowing Billy’s hoodie when he’s not using it because that’s what best friends are for.

> All of them looking out for you in some way or another, you always having their backs if they need it.

> Confiding in all of them and them doing the same, talking about their powers and trying to conquer any of their weaknesses.

> Trying to persuade Damian to tell Billy his identity since Jon has told him and vice versa. You still have a long way to go but you respect Damian’s decision and don’t push him about it.

> Not really hanging out as a group because you all live in different areas and have your own business to attend to. Seeing Damian and Jon as a group on some occasions.

> Getting separate visits from each of them though, but seeing Damian more often as you both live in Gotham and he has been your best friend for the longest.

> Getting woken up in the middle of the night just because they’re your best friends and you won’t kill them.
“Dami, it’s 1am!”
“We’ve been up at later times of the night and I usually check in with you.”

“Jon, isn’t your dad going to wonder where you are?”
“Nah, I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

“You’re way too good at sneaking out Billy.”
“Anything for you (y/n), besides it’s boring back home.”

ask-oldfashioned-bendy  asked:

That is it. I just cannot see you like that. You need to get out and have serious talk with Mr. Daddy! You cannot keep all your feelings just for yourself!... You know what, Mr. Lendy? Give me a clue. Anything. And I will be there. You cannot be there forever, and I definitelly cannot stand seing you like this!

“Please leave me alone.”

{ The ask box is now closed }


Quotes That Made Me Cry: 3/? 

 “I cannot leave you to face death alone,” Will whispered, but he knew he was beaten; the sands of his will had run out.
Jem touched the parabatai rune on his shoulder, through the thin material of his nightshirt. “I am not alone,” he said. “Wherever we are, we are as one.

anonymous asked:

Is it okay if you do a female s/o as a frontline soldier at overwatch and always comes back with cuts, bruises, and if it was bad enough, broken bones. And let the ladies of overwatch react to the s/o coming back with a scar all the way down their eye and a broken leg and arm. (I know it's very specific, please excuse my gay ass)

(( I love the over-ladies. I don’t get enough requests with them. ))


-The minute she sees you, you are being fussed over. She takes you to her office, examining every inch of you despite you telling her that you only broke your leg and arm.

-” What happened out there? I knew I should’ve went with you. How would you rate your pain?” It’s so hard for her to remain professional during all of this, despite this not being a new thing for you.

-Honestly you feel a little bad because she’s trying so hard not to tear up, you try to assure her that you’ll try not to be reckless again and brag about how cool your newest scar looks.


-Is so relieved to see you alive, she helps patch you up and lectures you about being too accident-prone even for this line of work.

- “I suppose we should start an eye scar club with Reinhardt & Zarya, right?” She isn’t amused by your joke, but will let it slide.

-No more missions for you for a good long while, has Jack take you off the roster for missions. She wants to make sure you remembered your training.


-Surprisingly she is the most calm about it out of all the Overwatch Ladies. She scoops you up and carries you to Angela’s office to get checked up on.

-”Nice scar. It suits you.” Figures if you want to talk about how you got it, you’ll tell her. She really does like it though, makes you look even tougher.

-”I need to take you with the gym with me, you need to bulk up so you don’t break so easily.” It’s a half joke.


-Blames herself for not going with you, and takes it upon herself to care for you.

-Asks you if the scar bothers you, and assures you that she thinks you look beautiful still.

-Low-key wants to turn the bastard who hurt you into a Popsicle forever.


- “ Oh no, love… Who did this to you?” Really upset that you got hurt again.

-Kisses your new scar a lot to let you know that it didn’t bother her.

-Starts sneaking biotic fields in your bag, hoping that will save you from a few more broken bones.


-”I don’t go on one mission and this happens… I simply cannot leave you alone, can I?” Exasperated beyond belief.

-Makes you a custom cast for your arm and leg.

-Your face still looks perfect to her, just as every part of you does. Although she wishes you would be more careful.


-”I’m not even surprised… You’re truly a clumsy one, aren’t you?” Teasing the heck out of you.

-She whispers into your ear  “You still look delicious. That scar makes you look so… Rugged. I like it.”

-When you turn red and blurt out maybe you’ll get more scars, she gently hits you. “ Don’t be a moron.”


- “ I would ask what happened, but I already know. “ Seriously, she has eyes everywhere. Let’s just say who ever hurt you is in way more pain than you are right now.

-Contemplates making you a translocator, you certainly could benefit from one. Seeing as you too often get yourself into bad situations.

-” Stop making me worry so much, please.”


-” You look like a video game character with that scar! It’s so cool, how did you get it?” Worried but pretty much fawning over how tough you look.

-Brags to her fans about how her girlfriend is so tough-looking, and hot. Which makes you feel relieved, even though you aren’t totally off the hook.

-She chides you a lot, and tells you no more getting hurt. If only it was that easy, D.va.


-Frets over you the moment she sees you limp in with a cast on and a message from Angela saying that you were on a strict leave until you healed up.

-” Are you alright? How did this happen? Is there anything I can do to help you?”

-Comments that the scar kind of reminds her of Reinhardt’s. She quickly assures you that is a good thing.

Tale as Old as Balls

I would like to first apologize and say that I am horrified with myself for this piece of fiction.

I would also like to point out the peer pressure that made me write it.

And finally I would like to reccomend you listen to this great fanmix for my new OTP, Corypheus x Inquisitor

EDIT: Now with a dramatic reading.

EDIT: EDIT: Now with an illustration of Sera narrating this story.

               Haven’s defenses are crumbling. The pretender is fighting, trying desperately to save a battle that is already lost. They call her the Herald of Andraste… how quaint. Her efforts are as empty as her title. He would seize Haven, then the Anchor, and then the world.

               Riding astride his dragon, Coryphytits descends upon the pitiful remains of Haven. He leaps from the beast and lands in the snow heavily, a wreath of fire the augur of his arrival. As he straightens, he sweeps his malevolent gaze across the ravaged village to find his prey. The Herald.

               She is fighting off waves and waves of his minions. She battles like a woman possessed. Her face is a mask of determination, and is smeared with blood and soot. Her attacks arc through the air with grace and precision and—oh no… oh no she’s hot.

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Can we just take a moment to appreciate the whumpee being caught by a bear trap? It’s painful enough to take even the strongest characters down. They will be writhing on the ground, unsure what hit them, trying to relief the pain, and only able to aggravate it. The support character is panicked too, but they understand they have to help their friend. They are holding them still, telling them to calm down, to breathe.

After a while, the whumpee will understand, or maybe have no energy left to resist.
And then comes the next struggle: the supporter isn’t strong enough to open the trap alone. They either have to leave to get help, or they both need to sit tight and wait till someone starts worrying and comes looking for them.

There will be a whole lot of ‘I cannot leave you alone!’ and 'please go, please, I need… I need to get this thing off’ or 'sssh, it’s okay, I am here. It will not be long now, they will find us’ and soft groaning and whimpering and a head resting in a lap.

Eventually, help arrives, but the fight isn’t over yet. Now the trap has to be removed, which means moving, which means pain, and the whumpee is so weak already, telling them with their last strength to 'just get it done’ or whispering 'no no no, I can’t take it’, and the support character will be holding them again and telling them not to look.

Just… bear  traps. Terrible on animals. Damn great for whump.

Infinity Part 16



Characters:  Mark Tuan (GOT7), You (Reader/OC), Park Jinyoung (GOT7), GOT7 members, Mark’s parents, Marika (Your friend), and other surprise characters

Genre:  Slow Build, Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warning/s:  More angst, but not as much as the previous chapters, slightly suggestive at the end (wink wink)

Length:      4,913 words

Plot:  You have always believed the line from your favorite book that some infinities are larger or smaller than other infinities. You always wonder if you even have an infinity that you get to spend with someone or you will be forever alone?

A/N: OK so here comes chapter 16!   Please be gentle since I only wrote this fic for one day hahahaha I cannot seem to get it out of my head. Also, I am thinking this series will have at least 5-6 more chapters, I tend to get carried away when I write something so it always gets extended LMAO so I hope you can let me know what you think about this chapter, I promise this will lead to something good soon :))))

“I am so happy to see you again, ______, it’s been a while…”  Mark’s mother grabs your hand from across the table and you nodded at her.

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oh darling i have coloured blood (that i stole from you)

A/N: so this is for deadgwendeadparker, who have, by some freak accident, let me into their squad. honestly, these are two of the most blazing, brilliant girls ive ever talked to in the history of ever. mils, andy, i simply adore you. sorry for this and its overwhelming shittiness  


He is rather like God, if God had psycho hair and pointy elbows. And a back where she can see all of the knobs of his spine, covered in pale skin. And if God had an annoying habit of clicking his tongue. He isn’t like God at all actually, now that she thinks about it. Don’t tell him she said that, he’ll be a shit about it.


They met in uni.

She’s dancing on the bar because she’s drunk and has only recently realised she’s falling apart because she’s too small for her life. He joins her because he’s pissed and his mates are cheering him on. The whole thing is a red and gold mess in her mind, one minute she’s flailing alone, and the next he’s covering every space.

They end up getting kicked out and his mates collapse on a park bench with her in tow. The one called Sirius throws his arm around her shoulders and calls her ‘a red empire’. She doesn’t know what that is but she falls in love with it anyway, so she doesn’t care that he throws up on her two minutes later. Remus falls of the park bench and takes Peter with him, landing hard on the gravel. The one who danced with her on the bar- James- pulls her hair and takes off his shoes for no reason before they all fall asleep in the middle of a park on a park bench, jumbled together. When she wakes up she’s forgotten all their names, but they shout her breakfast at the diner across the road so it doesn’t really matter.

They end up meeting at the bar the very next week and getting horrifically drunk in the exact same fashion, except this time she wasn’t dancing on the bar but singing poorly into an empty vodka bottle while Remus and Sirius gave her a standing ovation. Peter finds the keys to her apartment and they all collapse inside, falling asleep on her hallway runner. She wakes up with James’s elbow in her mouth, Sirius’s foot up her arse and twenty minutes late her first lecture. She swears, and Remus looks up and sneezes in her face. Sirius is laughing so hard he decides ‘not to go the class because he won’t see anything better than that all day’.

That is how they begin, drinking and dancing and singing and falling asleep in inappropriate places. And then they figure out they can just get drunk at her apartment because it’s cheaper and they can destroy a lot more property.  Peter makes eggs in her microwave and Sirius eats them all while Peter’s in the bathroom. Remus plays darts except the darts are her forks and the target is her exam schedule pinned to the wall. Her roommate, Anna, does not appreciate the holes in the wall when she gets home, but Remus keeps doing it. James drinks milk straight from the carton and while his head is tipped back Sirius slaps the bottom of the carton and milk goes everywhere. James threatens to sue while Peter yells from the couch that he deserved it for drinking out of the carton in the first place like an animal.

James lies on her couch and when she gets back from her chemical reactions lecture and launches into an in depth analysis about the Jeremy Kyle episode he’s just spent all day watching on her television. Then Sirius wanders in and says his family should go on that show. Remus appears and then Peter and suddenly they’re all in her apartment and into her clothes and into her hair. They’re everywhere, seeping in through her like rain covered clothes, sticking to her skin. They’re remarkably with easy to like, these boys. They are just remarkable in general.

She makes Remus run through her chemistry flashcards while she’s prepping for the quiz in the morning, and by the afternoon he’s taken all her notes and immersed himself in piles upon piles of chemistry notes because he wanted to understand what he was quizzing her on. This is possibly the weirdest thing anyone has ever done, due to the fact that Remus is a law student who doesn’t even take chemistry but she goes with it because all these boys are insane. James tells her that he hates chemistry because it’s science and science is ‘the most boring thing on the planet ever and that includes Pete’s stories about his damn ukulele.’ She tells him that he looks like a frog with hair and glasses. Sirius high-fives her from where he’s lying flat on her coffee table.

James is around most often actually, spreading his art history papers across her coffee table and chewing on the tips of pencils. She has a theory that this will turn his brain green, and tells him. He takes the pencil out of his mouth and throws it at her. He spends a lot of time talking staring at paintings full of colour, and she adores them, these chunks of colour that don’t have shape but feeling instead. James calls it lazy, he says: ‘Lily, it’s not hard to paint a bunch of colours. It’s a lot more difficult to paint a person or a landscape, that’s real art’

She’s looking at the painting when she says: ‘maybe. But I think it’s a lot harder to capture a feeling than a concrete thing’

She looks up and finds him sort of looking at her weird, so she picks up the discarded pencil and throws it at his head. Part of the reason why she likes the paintings is because they remind her of why she actual became interested in chemistry in the first place, all of the colours the final reactions made. She’s didn’t give a shit about particle bonds or isotopes; she just had a thing for grey smoke and fluorescent liquids that spilt over the edges of glass cylinders. But naturally when she says this out loud Sirius just says ‘Lil has a hard-on for colours’, and goes back to eating her chips.

Anna starts labelling the food in the fridge with the label maker she stole from her mother, in retaliation Sirius and  Peter write ‘FOOD IS SHARED PROPRETY’ underneath every label in sharpie. When Remus points out that food is technically not shared property, he is shouted down. James decides they need to go clubbing, so she puts on her tallest pair of shoes and so much lipstick its almost weighing her face down. They crowd the dance floor and she swears she can see some sort of point to all of this crap in the pounding lights, but it was just the reflection of Remus’s watch, so she drinks more and shakes her head when she dances like it might make her brain disconnect from its wires so she can stop thinking. She ends up screaming down the street perched on Sirius’s back as he runs, the others sprinting behind them laughing so loud that dogs start barking. She feels as if she is a moment that will ether make or break her life, so she screams to and grins at James when he runs next to her, all white teeth and luminous heart.

It’s rather strange because when she was in high school she couldn’t wait to get out and see the world, she wanted to go to university, study chem, then graduate and move to a city big enough that no one would know her name. But now she’s in university and everything is so much bigger than in the pictures, she feels lost in all of this space. She doesn’t say it out loud but she feels like they may already know, it’s in the way Remus kisses her forehead when he leaves sometimes, or how Peter throws her an apple for breakfast, when Sirius calls her ‘Lilium’ or when she’s leaning on James’s shoulder and can feel his heartbeat through his shirt.

Anna moves out at the start of the next month because she’s ‘sick of all of your boys hanging around and stealing my food’. Peter offers her the half-empty bag of cheerio’s he’s eating just before she goes and she rolls her eyes, utterly disgusted. Sirius and James move in to cover rent and Peter says that he would move in, but his mum really needs him at the house. This then means that everyone has to tease Peter about still living at home, and Anna drives away unnoticed while James and Remus prance around pretending to be Peter and saying things like ‘Mummy dearest’. Later, when Remus is back in the dorms, Peter is back with ‘Mummy dearest’ and Sirius has passed out cold on the couch on account of trying to chug a whole carton of chocolate milk, James helps her pack up the kitchen. She sits on the bench passing things for him to put in the higher cupboards and feels so lucky to know him when he is this exact person. This exact person who makes her laugh and watches Jeremy Kyle and helps her pack up her kitchen at one thirty in the morning. She feels something twist in her stomach when she looks at him, but doesn’t quite know what it could be.

James’s starts painting his final art project and Remus goes nuts about exams. He sees any minute where he isn’t revising as a minute wasted, carting around heavy law books and calling Sirius ‘an accident of the highest proportion’ when he hides his flashcards. Peter is doing a travel and tourism degree, and sees watching the travel channel as ‘studying’. In the middle of it all she turns twenty-one, and they throw her a party with cake and lots of games of darts. She refuses to allow them to get her gifts because she doesn’t need any more crap in her flat, but when goes upstairs to find a bundle of white lily’s with the note ‘shut up and accept my shitty gift Lilium’ stapled to one of the leaves. She sits on her bed for a minute grinning, because Sirius Black has the loveliest heart she’s ever seen. She goes downstairs and kisses his cheek firmly, he smiles.  

James paints and paints and paints on his enormous final project for hours on end and she notices that he isn’t drawing a concrete image exactly. It’s almost a hazy outline of a desk with lots of colour piled on top of it, as if colour is laundry. She makes jelly and sits on the ground cross-legged watching him paint, spooning purple jelly straight from the huge glass bowl into her mouth. She is almost in love with him at this point, but has no idea about what to do about it. So she just keeps eating jelly and hoping that she can be alive in every room he is alive in for the rest of her life.

And the year is almost over, and everyone has passed exams, and she’s not dead. She tells this to Sirius and he congratulates her on this fact, then he spins her around by her waist and yells at her ceiling about how they are: ‘NOT ALL DEAD FUCK YEAH’. James finishes his final project and it turns out to be a hazy porcelain desk piled with glass beakers that each have different coloured liquids in them, all with varying degrees of smoke pouring out. The colours are so bright that it looks like someone has just cut a glow stick in half and poured into each beaker, then breathed white-silver smoke all over it. The entire thing is a white haze of colour that is so bright it could direct ships in the dark. It’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen, it’s her dream chemists lab. James has painted her dream chemist lab full of glass beakers and silver smoke, and he’s written ‘LIL HAS A HARD ON FOR COLOURS’ in the bottom right hand corner.  

She sees it, lying on the ground in the living room when the paint is still wet, then marches into the bathroom where he is cleaning his paintbrushes.

‘I am going to kiss you now’ she says, and then she does because she isn’t a liar.

And she’s kissing him against the overflowing sink and he’s laughing. And she’s kissing his laughter and it tastes better than anything in her whole life, in her whole atmosphere. There is nothing like kissing someone who is laughing, it’s like you swallow their happiness and become different. She feels herself shed her skin and become someone entirely apart from the person she was in the living room.

And one day she will be forgotten and no one will remember her name or how she walked or how she liked her eggs or which china pattern she preferred or which neighbour’s cat she liked more when she was a kid but she would have had this. She would have had her boys and colour and chemistry and ‘Jeremy Kyle’ and this.


And, honest to god, she could live off this if she needed to, she swears

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.

Help Wanted (01)

Originally posted by jimins-bootae

Pairing: Foster dad!Jin x reader

Genre: Slight angst (?)

Rating: PG13

Warnings: This series deals with caring for foster children and as such there will be details of their backgrounds mentioned, which includes substance abuse, neglect, abandonment, abusive families and death. So if any of these things are triggering for you, please read with caution or feel free to give this a skip.

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Characters: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x You (OC/Reader)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Length:   2,847 words

Warning/s: Mentions of depression, mild anxiety, mild physical violence and minor cursing…

A/N: Abrupt writing, something that I came up with while I am contemplating with my life ;)  Also, this is First person POV.  Zero proofreading was made here as well because I was too lazy lmao I hope you enjoy this!  Choosing Jackson as a character was not planned also, I just began typing his name when I am writing this hahahaha

There will always be a reason to smile… No matter how tough life gets… Or no matter how hard your battles are…

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Luck — Fred Weasley Fiction

Wow! I actually WROTE something?? Sorry if it sucks hah. It’s actually based on a true story and if you’d like to hear it, i love telling it, even though it’s a bit tragic lol. Hope you like it(-:

PS: I might turn this into some sort of series? Maybe a few more parts? I’m not sure! Maybe if it’s popular I will!

July 1994, Paris, France

She had put on her favorite dress but she didn’t yet know why. She just felt like she should. She also spent extra time on her hair and minimal makeup for no reason at all, it seemed. She felt something different in the air when she walked through the doors of the hall.

“You’ve got to ask him tonight, it’s your last chance.”

“No way in hell will I ever be doing that, Cas.”

“You’ll never see him again! What’s there to lose?” Her friend sang, “look there he is!”

“Shhhh! Don’t point. I see him. Oh man is he cute.” The girl swooned.

“Would you like to dance?” They twirled around to find a boy offering his arm to Cassidy.

“If you don’t ask him, someone else will.” She said, leaving with the stranger.

The girl sighed and sat down on the benches lining the dimly lit dance floor. This was her favorite spot in all of Paris. She loved coming here each week to watch all the couples dance to real, live jazz! She’d been watching the boy for almost a month now, dreaming of him coming over to talk to her or ask her to dance. It was east coast swing, her favorite. The summer was ending and soon enough she’d have to go back to school and likely not come back for a long time. She sulked on the bench, daydreaming about how she wished her night was going when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

“Would you like to dance?”

She looked up and almost choked. She couldn’t hold back the grin that was now stretching ear to ear.

“I’d love to.”

He dragged her onto the dance floor and put his hand on her waist. The pair of them moved together slowly and gracefully.

“I’m Fred, what’s your name?”

“English!” She blurted out. She felt her cheeks blushing before she could even comprehend what had happened.

“Your name is ‘English’?” He asked, looking genuinely concerned.

“Oh my gosh no, I’m so sorry. My name is Annette, you can just call me Anna. If you want. Annette is fine too. It’s just kind of a mouthful, if you know what I mean. I mean, um. I’m so sorry.”

He was laughing hard now and other couples were starting to stare.

“I was expecting you to be French! That’s why I said English. I don’t know why I didn’t realize before when you asked me to dance. I have no idea what’s wrong with me. Oh my gosh but I’m not like… insane. Nothing is medically wrong with me. Except I have bad vision I guess.”

She couldn’t stop talking but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it.

“I like you, Anna. Or English. Which do you prefer?” He winked. She blushed. Her stomach was jumping up and down so high she could feel it in her throat. As they danced, all she could see was him and all she could hear was the band playing ‘La Vie En Rose’ and all she could feel was enchanted and charmed. It was as if the world around her didn’t exist.

They talked and laughed and danced the rest of the night away. He was from Devon and was on holiday with his family. He said he liked her American accent and she almost died. She explained that she too was on holiday but was visiting some family in Paris. They couldn’t stop talking and when the band finally played their last song, she still didn’t want to stop dancing.

“Do you live nearby? I’ll walk you home,” Fred said, walking towards the doors.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

They walked through the cold air, talking about anything and everything. He told her about his favorite songs and the way his brothers pull pranks on each other. She could not stop laughing at his insane stories.

“This is me.” She said when they arrived all too soon at her doorstep.

“Right. I’m never going to see you again, am I?” He smiled kindly but his eyes said different.

“Probably not,” She winked.

“So it won’t matter if I do this?”

He kissed her and again the world around her melted. Their hands found cheeks and hair and they embraced each other for what felt like eternity. They pulled away and kissed a few more times, smiling yet heartbroken. How could they have found each other on such a wonderful night only to never be able to see each other again?

“I like you quite a bit,” he said, unable to look away.

“Me too, I think. I haven’t known you that long.”

He laughed,

“Goodbye, Annette.”

“Au revoir, Fred.”

He smiled one last time and left with a heavy heart.


August, 1994, Devon, England

The house was very tall and very beat up. She could hear all sorts of sounds coming from inside. She hesitated before knocking but when she did, the door flew open immediately. The woman was short and stout and squealing with joy.

“You made it! Are you hungry? Tired? Too hot? Give me that bag, I’ll get you a snack. I’m so happy you’re here.”

She asked her a million more questions before she could even get through the door.

“Molly leave the girl alone, I’m sure she’s exhausted. That was quite the journey. Do you remember us at all? You were just a wee one when we saw you last, I don’t even think you know Ron or Ginny!”

She faintly remembered the pair of them, from pictures and stories.

“Yes, I remember you from pictures and such. My mom talks about how much she wants to see you all again at least once a week.” They all chuckled.

“Well don’t worry if you forget a name, Merlin knows I can’t remember how many children I’ve got. To jog your memory, I’m Arthur, my wife is Molly. Our oldest is Bill and then Charlie, Percy is third… who am I forgetting?”

“The twins, Arthur! Fred and George! Ron and Ginny! How did you forget four of your children? Merlin save us.”

Before he could respond, three kids about her age ran through the kitchen and were about to sprint up the stairs but Molly called them back.

“Ron! Introduce your friends to Annette. She’s also staying with us until September.”

“Mum! We don’t have enough rooms for all these people!”

“Sorry about him and his so called manners, I’m Hermione.” The girl shook Annette’s hand,

“Those nitwits are Harry and Ron.” She followed the other two up the flight of creaky stairs, leaving Annette in the kitchen again.

“You’ll stay with her and Ginny, why don’t you go up with your things. It’s the second story, door on the left.”

She walked up the creaky stairs. This had to be the most interesting house she’d ever been in. She reached the second floor and found three doors, two on the left. She wasn’t sure which one to choose so she knocked on the first. Ginny Weasley did not open it.

The two of them were speechless for a minute before finally he said,



She dropped her bag and wrapped her arms tight around his neck.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, pulling away, a grin stretching across his face from ear to ear.

“I’m staying here! Our families are good friends and I’m moving to Hogwarts this year so I’m staying with you all!”

He kissed her about a million times before pulling her into the room.

“God I’ve got so much to talk to you about. I cannot believe this is happening.”

“Hi there. George. I’ll leave you two alone. Merlin knows the stories I’ve heard. He has a surprising amount of material despite it being what? Four hours you spent together?”

“Six. And thank you, goodbye.”

George left the two of them sitting on Fred’s bed.

“I am not letting you out of my sight ever again, just so you know.”

“I think that might turn into a problem but I’ll let it slide for now.”

“My god” he said, leaning into kiss her. “I just cannot believe my luck.”