here is the explaination for the ask i replied earlier

It Is What It Is || Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok

Word Count: 3.7k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

AN: So this turned more into a mini novel, but I really really like how it turned out and I hope you guys too. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

It was your last year of high school, something you thought was supposed to be terrifying, but only ended up being amazing. This year surprised you the most, you were offered a place at the university you wanted, you had held outstanding grades, and you had some of the best friends in the entire world.

There was one best friend in particular that you had, who had made the last four years of your life beyond amazing. Who had turned your world upside down with his smile and made it something you could have never asked for. There was so much he gave you, and you would never be able to thank him properly for everything he had done.

Jung Hoseok had become your best friend in your freshman year, and it had stayed that way since then. The only difference between now and then, was now you found yourself lost in his eyes, waiting for every moment that he laughed so your brain could play it on repeat and you could listen to it forever. You had fallen in love with your best friend, and you loved everything about him.

Your attention drifted from the notebook you were writing in to the teacher who was standing at the front of the class. Even though your thoughts were elsewhere you were still managing to copy down the note to review for later. Multi-tasking was easy for you, especially when it involved thoughts of Hoseok.

As the teacher continued to drone on and on about the topic that you were studying, your eyes flickered up to the clock and you realized just how close class was to ending. Everyone around the class had already started packing up their things, and some people were even sitting with their heads down, not paying attention to the last few minutes of the lecture.

You decided it was time for yourself to pack up so you finished writing the last sentence for your notes and closed the front cover of your notebook. The teacher was about to start speaking again before the bell rang and you were dismissed from class. Student after student began rushing out of the class and you calmly followed the crowd.

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Since I Met You

And now you find out exactly why I wanted to post My Father before posting this one. I think the juxtaposition is wonderful. Mwahahaha. Anyway, Tony is going to come across a bit differently in this one, and there is going to be a lot of pain for the Reader. But remember that they are all just doing what they think is the right thing to do.

As always, once the Reader calms down, she will see clearer. But for now, please enjoy, and if you have any feedback, please let me know : )

Oh yes, and I do not have much experience with legal documents, so please keep that in mind as you read! Fitting in extra characters here was a tad tricky, so hopefully that makes sense too…



“Tony, can I come in?” You asked quietly, not daring to enter the lab without permission.

“Of course (Y/N),” came Tony’s reply. You felt a small amount of relief as you walked through the door, and slowly towards him.

“Hi,” you offered, feeling more awkward with him than you would have liked. Why did everything have to be like this?

“Hi,” Tony replied.

“Listen. I… want to apologise for my outburst earlier,” you explained. “It wasn’t very fair or professional for me to behave that way.”

Was that what you wanted to say? Was that what you truly wanted to say?

“It’s alright. It wasn’t your fault. I riled you up,” Tony said with a hesitant smile. “I hear I’m good at that.”

You laughed, and god it felt good. “I wasn’t going to be the first to say it.”

You both fell into silence again, though you were both feeling less anxious in this silence. It was almost comfortable. But the issue of your disagreement over the Accords hung heavily in the air. It had to be addressed, sooner or later.

“I… I don’t think I can sign it Tony.“

Tony sighed, and put down whatever it was he had been tinkering with. He rubbed his eyes wearily. He wasn’t angry anymore. He was… scared?

“At least give it another read before you make your decision. Please?” Tony suggested.

“Tony. What’s wrong?” You asked.

He sighed again. Then he pulled out the copy of the Accords he had been given for safe keeping. The one you were all to sign. He flicked through a considerable way, and then pushed it across the table to you.

You looked from him to the Accords with a furrowed brow, and began to read the page.

If one James Buchanan Barnes, and one (Y/N) Barnes do not sign the Accords by the day of the UN meeting, both will be taken in for questioning.

If James Buchanan Barnes fails to sign this document, it will be treated as a hostile act, and he will be put on trial for his war crimes against America and its allies, in conjunction with the German organisation known as Hydra. If he signs, his unwillingness to participate in these crimes will be fully recognised, and he will be allowed to continue as a free American citizen, and Avenger.

If (Y/N) Barnes fails to sign the Accords, it will be considered an act of treason, and she will be taken into custody and questioned on her Empathic powers and her ability to control them. If she cannot show an acceptable level of control, she will be imprisoned until such a time that she has gained that level of control. If she signs, and cannot demonstrate an appropriate level of control of her powers, she will be placed on house arrest, staying at the Avengers Compound, until such a time that she has gained that level of control.

You couldn’t believe what you were reading. The two of you were essentially being blackmailed into signing something that you just couldn’t agree with. You felt sick, and then you realised.

You hastily flipped all the way to the back, and there they were. Three signatures. James Rhodes, Vision, and Anthony Stark.

“You’re… you’re ok with this? You’re ok with them treating us like dangerous criminals?” You asked incredulous.

“That only happens if you don’t sign (Y/N) ,” Tony replied cautiously.

“Oh of course, only if we don’t sign. If I sign, then I can enjoy the luxury of house arrest, rather than whatever prison or institute they would place me in…”

You were starting to have a panic attack.

Tony came towards you, and attempted to place a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t touch me,” you cried. He withdrew his hand, and you breathed deep a few times. When you felt you could, you asked him what you had wanted to ask him since the meeting with Ross. “Do you think I’m dangerous?”

“Well, you pack a punch,” Tony replied.

“That isn’t what I meant Tony, and you know it. Do you think that I am dangerous?” You repeated.

“I… I think you can be (Y/N). I’m sorry, but during the fight earlier, everyone got so riled up, if you hadn’t have left, you might have caused a riot,” Tony explained.

You stepped back from him. “How long have you thought that?”

“Since I met you (Y/N). But, it hasn’t stopped me from…”

“From what Tony?!” You spat.

“From loving you.”

“So what you’re saying,” you continued, barely believing what you were hearing, “is that you found it in your heart to love me in spite of the person that I am?”

“No, that isn’t…” Tony tried to explain, but you cut him off. At this point, there was nothing he could say to make you feel better.

“FRIDAY, could you please gather Steve, James, Wanda, Sam and Natasha in the briefing room?” You asked as calmly as possible.

Right away Mrs Barnes.

You walked back to the table, slammed the Accords shut, and then picked it up, striding over to the door.

“(Y/N), please wait,” Tony started.

“I haven’t got time right now. I need to make sure that James and the others who haven’t signed yet see this before they make their decision.”

You opened the door, and hesitated for just a moment. “I accept everything about you Tony, as a part of you. I thought you did the same for me.” And you left.


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Wine and Dine and Apple Sauce

Summary: The reader and the Winchesters are taking on a coven of witches when the reader ends up under the influences of a spell.  Gabriel, who has developed a crush on the reader, is left behind to care for her.

Pairings/Characters: Gabriel x Reader; Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count:3121

Warnings: some cursing (language), some cursing (spell work), reader ends up an infant, mostly just fluff

A/N: This is for 2 challenges!  It’s my entry for this week’s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge being hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (”Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look”) and for @klaineaholic‘s 400 followers challenge (”My power means nothing to an infant”)!  Both of the prompts are in bold in the text!  I added tags about a ten hours after I posted the fic in the first place.  Sorry for anyone who’s already seen it and just got a notification. :)

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Proposal - Tommy Shelby

Request: Before leaving for war Tommy asks his girlfriend to marry him. 

Proposal - Tommy Shelby | part of the Able series 

You had been mentioning, for the better part of a week, that you would love to go to the countryside. Away from the smog of Birmingham and out to the clean air and green grass of the country. He had a caravan that belonged to a relative of his mother and you desperately wanted to go out for a week in it. No business, no nosy family members, no watching after children that weren’t yours. Just you and Tommy alone for a week in a caravan.  

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Klaine Summer Challenge Day 8- Walking on Sunshine

Word Count: 1,130

Summers often make Blaine feel lonely. (Warnings for depression and anxiety attacks.) AO3

He thinks the heat must be getting to him.

That’s the only explanation he can think of, why else is he tired all the time, or why he’s so hot that he can’t stand to leave the house or even walk down stairs to eat.

More than anything he’s bored.

When he was at Dalton, everything was go, go, go. He woke up and did the same thing everyday, and while most people are ready to escape the tedious routine of school, he misses having something to do everyday. It’s only the end of June, but he spends most of his days waking up at noon (after falling to a restless sleep at 2am) and then taking a nap at around six o’clock.

The time spent in between is spent doing nothing.

He reads, he’s been reading a lot, but the words on the page muddle together and he just gives up and watches another movie instead.

“I miss you guys,” he says to his mom over video chat one afternoon- he can’t even remember what day of the week it is, they all feel the same. “I wish you guys didn’t have to be gone for so long.

“We know sweetheart,” Pam says with a sigh. “But your grandmother is really sick and your father needs me right now.”

But i need you too, Blaine thinks, but doesn’t say in fear of sounding selfish. His grandmother has been sick for a while and the humidity in her retirement residence in Florida isn’t helping her. His parents left at the beginning of the month, right after he finished the school year.

“Have you been having fun? Hanging out with your friends?” She asks.

They’re all with their families on vacation, he thinks bitterly

“A bit,” he lies. “They’re all busy.”

“Oh, well how’s Kurt?” Pam asks, changing the subject with remorse.

While Blaine usually smiles at the mention of Kurt, his heart sinks a bit.

“We’ve gone on a couple dates,” he says, and it’s true. They went to the movies last week - and Blaine was so happy because he didn’t have to talk- and Kurt took him to the New Directions end of the year party, where he mostly sat around and drank soda while everyone else hung out.

He doesn’t blame Kurt for not making him a priority, they’ve only been together for a few months, and when they do hang out Blaine is so nervous because he rarely spends time with people these days.

“We’ll be back in a few weeks honey,” his mom says. “And when we do we’ll all go out as a family- maybe we’ll get Cooper to come back home.”

I’m not even fun to be around, Blaine thinks.

“Yeah mom, that’ll be great.”


Kurt texts him late one afternoon if he wants to go on a picnic tomorrow, and Blaine doesn’t even text back until after nine, a simple “Sure, I’d love to :)”.

When he wakes up the next morning it’s a completely different story.

First off all, it’s Saturday. Which means more people in the park than usual and it’ll be so crowded and it’s so hot outside he spends thirty minutes after waking up walking around in his undershirt and boxers and opening all the windows, his breaths becoming shorter. He starts thinking that he has nothing to wear-  he hasn’t done laundry since the end of May- so he’s thinking that Kurt will make fun of his outfit and ohgodishouldjustcancelnow starts running through his head until he’s sitting on the couch, his leg shaking hard and his head feeling like it’s been filled with cotton and rocks at the same time.

The doorbell rings, and it rings multiple times when Blaine can’t force himself to get up to answer. After what feels like an hour, he picks his body and the edges of his vision are fuzzy as he tugs furiously on the doorknob.

“Hey, I thought you may be asleep- you’re not even dressed?” Kurt asks curiously.

The floor sways under Blaine’s feet. “I’m sorry, oh gosh I’m so sorry.”

Kurt tries to place his hand on Blaine’s shoulder but he tenses up so much he retracts. “Are you okay?”

No no no, Blaine thinks. “I can’t breathe,” he confesses, tears brimming in his eyes and threatening to fall on his cheeks.

“Oh Blaine, let’s sit down,” Kurt says steadily, it the most solid thing Blaine is aware of. He feels a strong hand on the center of his back, his feet trudging forward with its guidance as he’s lowered on the couch.

Blaine is shaking and the room is blurring around him and Kurt says something like “lie” - it sounds so far away- and then he feels himself being laid down on the couch. He starts feeling nauseous so he closes his eyes until the pounding in his ears fades away.

When he wakes up project runway is playing at a low volume on the T.V. and Kurt’s hand is toying with the hair on his head.

“You’re still here?”Blaine asks. He debates sitting up but his head hurts too bad.

“Of course,” Kurt replies immediately, his voice soft. ”Plus you’e kind of on my lap.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

“I think you said that enough earlier,” Kurt says in a slightly teasing tone. “What happened?”

Blaine explains, and he cries again but Kurt stay silent give or take a few hmms here and there. He apologizes mores and Kurt lets him, going in a steady pattern on the back of his head as they watch models on the screen.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Is Kurt’s first question.

I didn’t want to bother you. I thought you wouldn’t care. I was hoping it would go away.

“It’s complicated. I don’t really know..” Blaine trails off.

“It’s okay,” Kurt says and Blaine smiles quietly. “We’re still going on that picnic you know.”

Blaine furrows his brow. “Oh I don’t know if I-”

“Trust me,” Kurt says quickly. “Go get dressed.”

Blaine sighs and goes upstairs, and puts on a pair of shorts a clean shirt from the floor, thinking that there’s no point in lying and trying to look too presentable.

He brushes his teeth and goes downstairs to see that Kurt has opened all the blinds and has the food he packed splayed out on the coffee table.

“It’s too hot out,” Kurt smiles, “But we can still enjoy the sun.”

Blaine finds an old blanket in the hall closet and spreads it out on the floor. He can Kurt rewind the episodes of project runway he missed and feed each other grapes in silence while leaning against the couch. It’s still hot, but now the sunlight feels warm in a more comforting way.
‘PLL’ Sneak Peek: Aria Tells Ezra to Come Clean About Their Relationship
On Pretty Little Liars’ Tuesday, May 9, episode, Aria encourages Ezra to come clean about their relationship to Nicole — watch Us Weekly’s exclusive sneak peek!

In the clip above, Ezra returns home to a somber-looking Aria, who had entered the apartment earlier to find Nicole. “Hey, Nicole’s upstairs,” she says of Ezra’s former love, who recently reentered his life years after going missing. “She’s sleeping.” Ezra immediately attempts to apologize and explain the situation. “Someone saw her get in a cab outside of the trauma clinic,” he says. “Her parents, her therapist, we’ve all been looking for her for hours.”

Aria then asks, “She didn’t tell you that she was coming here?” to which Ezra replies,  “No, she didn’t. So thank you for texting me and letting me know.” He later adds: “I will take her back to the clinic first thing tomorrow.”

Aria says OK and picks up her purse to leave. Ezra tries to stop her but she curtly declares, “I’m not taking the sofa,” before softening her tone to add, “Nicole’s already asleep upstairs.” When he tries to once again apologize, she cuts him off. “I’m fine,” she says. “I’m just tired and I thought that I should stay until you got back.” She walks toward the door and lets her off-and-on love know that he will have to tell Nicole about their relationship sooner than he may be prepared for. “I don’t know what you’ve told her about us, or what you haven’t told her,” she says. “But there are pictures of me all over this place. My clothes are upstairs in your closet, so she’s going to have a lot of questions in the morning.“

Title: In The Early Hours
Pairing: Bodhi Rook x Reader
Genre: Comfort/Fluff
Warnings: Feels sad man, language
A/N: Thank you so much to my child @bodhi-imperial for the ideas/inspiration, ur a precious peach and I lov u. This one isn’t in first person but could easily be a sequel to Between the Sheets. I wrote both as stand-alones, but either way! It’s open to interpretation. I’m also putting all of my fics below the “read more” from now on, since it can be frustrating on the dash. :-)

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Here’s more of the reply, since I only addressed “personality” earlier.

2. Demonic looks.

There are many theories why Sebastian looks so much like Vincent. One of the first I heard was that Yana-san just used the same drawing template for both characters on a *whim* (I guess once she started to draw Sebastian differently than at first). I disagree with that; she’s said there is a *reason*, though she also said it might never be explained in the manga. Another early one I heard was that this demon had previous dealings with the Phantomhive family (or had even once been Sebastian, the dog). The earl doesn’t seem interested in whatever Sebastian did before their contract, but Sebastian has given hints about it… and those hints suggest he had no idea who the Phantomhives were until after he’d made the contract and found out this kid was from the aristocracy. He didn’t know where the manor was any more than the earl did. The lyrics to “Phantom? Knight!” suggest that he’d been in a deep sleep for a long time until he was roused from it by the earl’s curse “that day”. And before he’d gone into that long, deep sleep? His not-so-off-handed comments about the Viennese Waltz place him in Austria roughly a century before making this contract. He would have witnessed first-hand (and possibly had something to do with) the end of the reign of the Habsburgs. He’s not being passed down through generations of Phantomhives, nor has he been their family pet.

One possibility is that when the boy and demon made the contract, the demon was able to pick up on something from the boy – physical traits – and took a form that looked like a more mature version of this, ending up with a look reminiscent of Vincent… minus the mole/beauty mark under the left eye. Another possibility (and I really like this one?) is that when the demon arrived and ate real Ciel’s soul, that soul *later* affected the appearance the demon took just after making the contract. Since we’ve established that real Ciel does indeed take more after Vincent, perhaps this gave the demon the ability to take on an appearance reminiscent of their father.

But why would this even matter? It may not be intentional on the demon’s part, but looking even a little bit like the earl’s father could give him more of an air of authority. It could also make the earl subconsciously think of his own father when he sees Sebastian, creating a familial bond on top of the demonic one. On the Campania, the earl does hide behind Sebastian and cling to him when the Viscount of Druitt approaches… just like the younger earl did to Vincent at the party where they met Baron Kelvin. He even tells Druitt he joined the Aurora Society because his father thought they could cure his right eye. Sebastian just gets a puzzled look and questions “Father?” I don’t think Sebastian even realizes he looks somewhat like Vincent. I recall Madam Red saying Sebastian should be in the room when the earl is given his official title. She says he’s practically family, but Sebastian says he’d never presume such a thing. Despite what he says, Sebastian at times acts like father, mother, and even brother to the earl. Thing is, we could be getting a setup in which Sebastian very much becomes a replacement for Vincent in the earl’s life. It can be said that Sebastian IS family, just that neither he nor the earl has come to accept that… yet….


Well, that just addresses his human-like appearance under contract. His demonic form is another story. I think there are two main reasons his demonic form hasn’t been fully shown. Well, three, if you count leaving it up to the reader’s/viewer’s imagination. But Yana-san has said she thinks of demons as inter-dimensional beings, so humans cannot fully comprehend their forms. Whatever we see of his demonic nature in manga, anime, etc. is just that: what we can see, what our minds can perceive, when we get a glimpse of it. The other thing is that he can shape-shift, so his demonic form will look a certain way to us in one situation but look different in another. We might see huge black bird wings (or just feathers), suggesting his crow-demon nature. We might see this only vaguely human-shaped or somewhat formless black smoke-monster shape with red eyes, particularly when he’s fighting. Sometimes we see an apparent void with eyes, a fanged mouth, and black tendrils. Other times we get to see those hot-as-hell heeled boots, hands clad in black, claw-like nails, and more tendrils. With all the dog references, we might see him take a dog-like form – a hell hound – at some point. That would connect him even more with Cerberus/Marquis Naberius, who is said to take the form of a crow (or crane), a three-headed dog, a combination of those two, or a man.

I’ll address that aspect more in the next part, “culture/hell/status”. I hope you don’t mind me breaking this all up; I’m just trying to avoid making one huge post that takes me hours to write :)

Next Door Playboy

Part 2

Jeon Jungkook - You

Genre: Fluff/Suggestive Themes

Word count: 1,158

A/N: I am back! ^^ Please don’t ask for another part, I might write it if I feel like it should continue but for now I am satisfied…. Anyways  Heize - Shut Up & Groove (Feat. DEAN) is what I listened as I wrote this so….

>Part 1<

Patience is a virtue, but persistence to the point of success is a blessing, says Peter’s Law number 17 of the Creed of the Sociopathic Obsessive Compulsive.

A blessing for who? Is it for the one who is persistent or for the one whom they are trying to persuade?

“Open up! I know you are in there!”

I don’t know about that, but it is definitely not a blessing for an outsider who had to listen the one sided conversation for almost half an hour.

So when I got the phone call that was asking, more like begging, for help, my job as an outsider was turned upside down and I was forced to become an active participant rather than an observer.

Spare keys, the black cap and phone.

Leaving the window open, out from the fire exit right next to apartment and back inside from the front door.


I was afraid it would become a habit.

“Excuse me?” I asked as the woman continued to hit the door “What are you doing in front of my house?”

She turned around with a mad look on her face, her small red bag dangling on her shoulder, her skirt short enough to show the tattoo near her hips, a mesmerizing shape.

“What?” she asked using the same tone she was using a minute ago “Who are you?”

“I should be asking you that.” I said furrowing my brows “Do I know you?”

She looked confused for a few seconds and stumbled back, clearly intoxicated. “No?” she replied in a questioning manner.

“Then why are you trying to break my door?”

I could see my words were settling in as her face flushed a bright shade of pink.

“I thought this house belonged to him. Are you his new girlfriend?” she asked a few seconds later, this time a little bit annoyed.

“Who? Sweetheart I have been living in this house more than three years and as far as I know, alone.” I replied taking out the spare keys “Are you sure you are fine?” Her eyes closed and opened slowly as she shook her head.

Well even if she was, after I treated her like she was some kind of lunatic she wouldn’t be on her best condition.

“I am so sorry.” She bowed and turned towards the stairs “I probably got the wrong building.”

“It is okay. Bad day?”

“You have no idea.” She replied smiling slightly as she climbed down the stairs.

“It’s late, don’t walk around at this hour.” I said behind her back “Take a taxi!”

“Will do!” I heard her reply before opening the door and getting in.

My hands searched for the light switch inside the dark room that was illuminated by the city lights that came through the window without a curtain, only to come in contact with a body.

With a yelp I turned around and hit the man, which was standing behind me, lightly.

“You scared the shit out of me!”

“Is she gone?” he asked as he walked towards the couch, chuckling. “Don’t open the lights. I like it when it’s dark.”

“You owe me another one.” I said following him.

Remember when I told that I was afraid it would become a habit? ‘It’ being me coming to rescue when he was having a girl problem, every other week.

He would come home drunk, with lipstick stains and hickeys in the middle of the night, his clothes messy, sometimes torn and he wouldn’t leave the home next day.

Sometimes one of his countless lovers came, searching answers for questions that were never asked in the first place.

And that is when he would call me, begging for me to pretend and save him.

It was a routine now, one that stopped a few months ago, to my pleasure. But apparently they started again.

“It wasn’t me this time.” He replied, laying down “She is a girl one of my class mates had a thing with.”

“Care to explain why she was here than?”

“You see,” he started tearing his gaze away from the ceiling and patting the place next to his head for me to sit “I am such a great friend and I let him use the house while I was away. I don’t know what happened between them though. You know I stopped playing around.”

I knew that.

After almost a year of us being close friends I knew that. I just didn’t know why.

He was more quite now, woke up earlier, came back to home right after school and I even caught him studying one time. He was playing the nice guy for the past month or so and even though it felt different I liked the change.

“Why didn’t you open the door and explain this to her?” I asked as I sat down on the couch and not beside him. He shrugged rather than replying with a disappointed look on his face.

“But hey, you are here now.” He smiled “Should we watch something?”

“Jungkook I have to finish my project.” I replied with a sigh.

He looked at me with defeated eyes and a cute pout.

“Oh come on, we can’t see each other these days anyway, just stay for a couple of hours.”

“Hmm what is that, looks like the infamous bad boy, Mr. I-don’t-need-friends-as-long-as-I-have-a-fun-night missed me. Is that why you wanted me to come here and help?”

“For the record I like spending time with my friends.” He scoffed “But keep on dreaming love.”

For the first time that night I thanked the stars he wasn’t able to see my expression clearly due to the dark environment after I heard the pet name.

“Anyway.” I got up “If this is all and you won’t create another problem for tonight, I am out.”

“No promises.” He smiled “But are you free tomorrow?”

“I have classes in the morning, I am free after noon.”

“Let’s visit that new Chinese restaurant down the road.” He followed me to the door as I slipped my shoes on.

“Sure.” I replied going out to the empty apartment corridor, only to stop for a few seconds, trying to understand if I heard him right or not, before coming to my senses as he closed the door behind my back, laughing.

“It is a date then.”

Aaaaah young love…..said the 19 year old….

So what do you guys think? Was it good?? I might or might not write a part 3 for this but even if I do it will not be in near future so please don’t ask me about it ^^

Though I am thinking about making a Boy Next Door series for BTS…Should I?

Well if you guys could give me feedback I would be grateful!

Please know that English is not my first language so if you see a mistake you can message me privately.

The story is mine. Do not copy without my permission.

Anyway thank you for reading. Have a nice day!


anonymous asked:

Tenka-san what day does jump usually release in Japan? We get the translations usually around Thursday so does Jump release on Wednesdays in Japan? Was just curious and I couldn't find any answers on the Internet. Have a wonderful day <3

Heya anon-san ᕙ( * •̀ ᗜ •́ * )ᕗ, we get jump earlier than when the jump issue is actually released in Japan to most stores. Some stores stock it early, but most stores don’t stock it until the following Monday. 

Thursday - We get jump 
Mon - Jump is officially released in Japan 

I’ve actually been asked a lot about this, I think I should add it into my faq or something lol … try doing a search on ‘Monday’ or ‘Thursday’ or ‘Chapter in Japan’ in my blog, there might be some more posts eg. this one.

Nicknames Part 3

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Words: 1276

Summary: Filming for the Pilot episode continues, and the Reader gets one last nickname.

Part 6 in The Future Series.  Read Part 1 here, and Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, and Part 5 here.

This one is mostly Jensen fluff, not that I thought any of you would complain. ;) And the picture will be explained shortly. :) Enjoy!

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Daddy 5SOS Preference: Daddy's Home!

Can you do a Daddy 5SOS Prompt where the kids are relatively younger and get clingy when the guys come home from a tour?

A/N: CUTEST. PROMPT. EVER. I sat in the library and grinned like an idiot as I wrote this. Enjoy!


Leaving for tour used to be easier for Luke. Not that it was easy – not by a long shot. Leaving your friends and family so you can go from unfamiliar place to unfamiliar place would never be easy, but it used to be easier.

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So nobody is sending in requests, but I really want to write! So I just started writing, and hopefully it's good!

You’d been with the King of Hell for two weeks now. Not like “with him” as in dating, but “with him” as in, he kidnapped you, and there was probably no way he was going to let you go. You didn’t care, you had nothing in your old life anyway. At least here there were tons of books for you to read.

“Hello, darling.” The familiar accent said.

“What?” You asked, not looking up from your book. Just because you didn’t mind being held captive, doesn’t mean you could let him know that.


“Starving.” You stated.

“How do you feel about Chinese food?” He asked.

“Chicken Lo Mein and wonton soup.” You ordered, still not looking up from your book.

“How about you go with me to pick it up?” He offered.

“Nah, I’ll just stay here." 

"What?” The king asked, startled.

“I said, I’ll just stay here.” You repeated, looking up from your book.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because I don’t want to go anywhere, I’m fine just being here and reading.” You explained.

“Why don’t you try to escape?" 

"Would you like to me to try and escape?” You asked, with a roll of your eyes.

“Actually, yes.” He admitted.

You sighed, “Crowley, look over there!” You shouted, pointing up. He looked away, to your surprise, and you got up and walked to the door. He looked back, and you pretended to be shocked, “oh no! You’ve caught me! Darn.” You said, sarcastically.

“Now, now, sarcasm is my thing.” He told you.

You rolled your eyes. “Can you leave me alone now?”

“No. I’m taking you to get food against your will.” He stated, walking up to you.

You backed away from him, not wanting to go. “At least let me brush my teeth and hair, then.” You conceded.

Smiling, you said, “good idea.”

You do just as you said, but bring a little knife you’ve had in your bathroom with you, just in case. “Lets get this over with.” You said, walking over to Crowley.

He grabs your hand, and suddenly your transported to some cramped room. You look at him questioningly, and he seems to blush a little, but it’s dark and you probably imagined it. “We can’t just go popping into places all the time, people would start a frenzy.” He explains, chest pressed up against you. You tried not to blush, but he was so close. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, and could hear his heart beating quickly. 

“Can we get out of here?” You asked once you’d regained your wits.

“Yes, of course.” He said, like just noticed you were in a cramped closet. 

You left the room, and entered a busy restaurant. Looking around, you noticed that you were actually in China, the words were all in Chinese and everybody walking around was speaking the language. You smiled a little, excited about how quickly you’d traveled. 

“Happy I made you come?” Crowley asked, noticing your smile.

“No.” You said, quickly frowning again. 

“You know, you’re allowed to smile every once in a while.” Crowley informed you.

“You know, you can’t really tell me what to do, you being my kidnapper and all.” You snapped back.

He seemed taken aback, but quickly composed himself, and became business-like. “Very well, then. Lets order.” He walked away from you, to the line. You looked after him for a bit, then went and stood next to him. 

When it was your turn to order, Crowley did all the talking, apparently he could speak Chinese, who knew? You smiled again as he ordered, but quickly stopped when you saw him glance at you. You’d noticed him looking at you a lot during this little transaction, and much to your dismay, you didn’t hate it. 

Your food was done, and Crowley decided to stay and eat it. You couldn’t find a fork, so you had to use chop sticks, oh no. You’d never been very good with hand-eye coordination, and you were kind of a klutz. So, when you tried picking up the noodles, they just kept falling. Sighing, you put the chop sticks down, and looked around.

“Having some trouble, are we?” Crowley teased.

“Shut up. I need a fork.” You stated.

Crowley smiled, and got up. You thought he was going to disappear, but instead he came up behind you, and picked up your hand. You watched him, not pulling your hand away. He put the chop sticks back in your hand, and guided your hand back to the chicken lo mein. He brought it up to your face, and you opened your mouth, a small smile forming. The food was amazing, and you let out a low moan of approval. You let Crowley continue to feed you, wanting to eat more. 

“Well this is fun and all, but why don’t you try?” He asked, letting go of your hand.

Slowly, you picked up the noodle, and actually got it in your mouth! You sat up, excited, grinning widely. Crowley laughed, looking at you.

“Thank you.” You mumbled. He didn’t seem like he heard you, so you said it again.

“Hmm?” He said, sitting up, obviously day dreaming. 

“I’m not saying it again.” You said, with a smile.

“We should be getting back.” Crowley said, standing up. 

“Okay…” You grabbed your food, not wanting to leave such a wonderful meal unfinished.

You went back to the closet, and squeezed in next to Crowley. “Sorry.” he mumbled, his hand touching your side.

“It’s fine.” You muttered, face red.

He transported you back to your ‘room’, and you went over to your little table. You expected Crowley to be gone, but he was standing awkwardly, looking around.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing, just…. Do you want to leave?" 

You were caught off guard. Was he offering to let you go? Could this be real? "I suppose…” You said, warily.

“I just, I don’t remember why I took you in the first place.” He said, looking confused.

You had to laugh. You’d been trapped here for a while, and your captor couldn’t even remember why! Jesus, your life was like a bad sitcom.

Crowley looked over at you, and smiled as well. “I’ll let you go, take you back to your home.” He offered.

“I didn’t like my life there.” He confessed. Why the Hell were you telling him this? “It’s nice here, quiet." 

"But you’re a hostage. I could give you your life back!”

“Nah, I’m fine here." 

"What if I gave you a new life?” He offered.

“Why are you so determined to get rid of me?” You asked.

“You don’t deserve to be left here like this. You deserve a good life." 

You sighed, guess it was time to leave! Woohoo…. 

"I don’t want to go.” You confessed.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because I like being here! I like seeing you!” You blurted out.

He looked startled, then happy and peaceful, “You…like seeing me?”

“That’s what I said.” You replied, face burning red.

“Because, I’m letting you go because I’ve started to have feelings for you.” He explained. 

You looked up, startled. It wasn’t until earlier today that you realized you had a crush on Crowley. You’d actually hated him before today, but suddenly, you were overcome with the greatest need to go and hug him. To wrap yourself in his smell, and kiss him.

Crowley seemed to sense this desire, because he hesitantly moved towards you. He was finally within arms reach, and you completed the gap, hugging him. 

“How about I give you a nice home?” He asked.

You smiled, and said, “A home fit for a queen?”

Prompt #28-Golden

Hey loves, I got a wonderful prompt idea from octaviabrittany a while back. Thanks for this idea girl! In this prompt, the Devil’s world is flipped upside down. Instead of having a three year relationship with German, Ahsha has been with Derek Roman for three years. German is a creepy guy that she met in college but he recently got a job with the Devils.

This is the prompt I had trouble finishing yesterday. Thankfully, I was able to finish it with a little inspiration from another show. ENJOY! 

The light from the sun, warmed Ahsha’s back as she laid in between the plush pillows.  Smells of maple syrup, bacon and homemade biscuits filled the air. Ahsha smiled to herself as she felt one side of the bed dip under Derek’s weight.

“Good morning,” she murmured, still basking in the night before. After three years together, Derek finally asked for her hand in marriage.

Ahsha had met him in her sophomore year in college after winning courtside seats to a Devils basketball game. After the game, she met the star player and when he asked for her number she refused. Derek Roman didn’t have the best reputation when it came to women and Ahsha wasn’t going to be another notch on his belt. Five months later, they ran into each other again at the Farmer’s Market.  Derek loved getting out and enjoying the beautiful city while also connecting with people. He got lonely in his mansion without anyone to talk to besides his chef and the occasional groupie he invited over. The second meeting between Ahsha and Derek resulted in them building a friendship before dating a whole year later. After graduating from college, she moved into an apartment and began her master’s degree in Advertisement. They took their relationship slow and it seemed to work best that way. Derek was irresistible to many but Ahsha played hard to get with him for the longest. When she finally gave in it made Derek the happiest man in the world.

“Morning beautiful,” Derek grinned, his voice still heavy with sleep. “Sleep well?”

“I sure did,” Ahsha replied, moving in to capture his lips in a tender kiss. “I’m starving.”

“I am too,” Derek whispered against her ear, his lips trailing to her shoulder where he nipped at her skin.

Closing her eyes and leaning back against his chest, she began, “About that…I was thinking we could hold off on sex until we get married.”

The mood was officially dead. Derek rested his chin on her shoulder as he tried to hold back a laugh. “Really Ahsha? I know it’s almost April 1st and all but that’s a bad joke.”

“I’m not joking babe. I want us to be strong emotionally and on a mental level before we take this big step,” she explained, turning to face him.

“Um, I think after three years we’re pretty strong on all levels,” Derek insisted, pulling at a strand of Ahsha’s hair. “We wouldn’t last a month.”

“I think we could if you really put your mind to it. Please try…for me,” she begged, sticking out her bottom lip.

“Ugh, okay. You better be glad you’re cute,” Derek answered with a slight chuckle. “Alright, we can give this a try I guess. I still don’t think it’ll last but we’ll try.”

Ahsha laid across his chest and traced his abdomen as she spoke. The large diamond on her finger glimmered in the light of the sun. “Thanks for understanding. To keep our minds off sex maybe we can do other things, like visit the museum, go to the zoo and take in some movies. There are so many other ways we can bond without having sex.”

“Like I said, we can try but I guarantee we will fail miserably,” Derek added, running his fingers through her hair. “I have practice later and maybe we can take in a movie when I’m done.”

“Sounds like a plan. Now let’s go eat,” Ahsha explained, sliding off the bed and grabbing her robe.


Straight out of college, Ahsha was hired on as the assistant director of the Devil Girls dance team. She had interned with them for two years before they decided to hire her on to help Olivia Vincent, the head director. Although Ahsha would have enjoyed dancing on the team, she wasn’t allowed to be a dancer while dating a player. Olivia rewarded Ahsha by allowing her to be the head choreographer on top of her assistant director duties.

Ahsha’s desk was full of costume ideas, future choreography plus themes and music. It was a complete mess but she found this was the only way she could function. “Whoa that thing is glittering from all the way over here. Congrats on the engagement,” Olivia beamed, entering the spacious office. “I may have to ask Chase for a bigger ring to compete with yours.”

“Ha! Thanks Liv. It’s actually a little too big for my taste but I’m getting used to it,” Ahsha replied, closing her laptop and resting her chin on her fists. “What’s up?”

“We have a new guy that just started today that Oscar wants everyone to meet. He’s downstairs in the Playground,” Olivia explained, twirling her wedding ring around her small finger.

“Yeah sure. I can take an earlier lunch I suppose.”

The two women headed towards the elevator that would take them down to the underground club. The Devil’s Playground was where all the action took place and where most of the trouble occurred. A large crowd of people were gathered in the middle of the room when Olivia and Ahsha entered the Playground.

“Oh there you two are. German, these two ladies are the master minds behind our dance team. They’re the reason the Devil Girls are known worldwide. This is our new team physical therapist, German Vega,” Oscar announced, introducing the two directors to their new fellow employee. Too bad one of them already knew him…very well.

“I’m Olivia Vincent and this is-“

“Ahsha, wow you look-I wouldn’t have even noticed you,” German expressed, his eyes widening as he took in his ex-girlfriend’s appearance. “Nice to meet you Olivia.”

“Good you two already know each other,” Olivia added, throwing an inquisitive look at her co-worker.

“Yeah, she’s an old friend,” German answered, his eyes still on Ahsha.

Ahsha knew she had to say something to break the awkwardness forming in the room. “Congrats on the new job.”

“Thanks. I’m happy I get to work with my favorite team. Such a blessing,” German replied, smiling from ear to ear. Ahsha immediately caught on to the double meaning.

“That’s good to hear. I’ll see you around.” She couldn’t get out of the room fast enough. Having her ex-boyfriend back in her life was a complete nightmare. They didn’t end on the best of terms and he had texted her a month ago saying he could possibly be interviewing with the Devils. She never told him that she was the assistant director of the Devil Girls because she knew he would try even harder to get a job with the organization. Now that he was actually inside the arena, she wanted to bash her head against the wall. German would definitely be on her tail now since he was close to her. Why did she have the worse luck?

“Hey baby,” the familiar voice called out. Her instant headache began to subside as she turned around to face her fiancé. “Where you headed off to with that frown on your face?”

“Back to my office,” she answered innocently. “I’m about to take lunch, you wanna join me?”

“I would but I have a meeting in the next hour or so. We’ll catch up later tonight,” Derek said, kissing her cheek.


As Ahsha cleared her lunch from her desk, she heard a light knock at her door. “Come in.”

“Nice office.”

Recognizing the voice, she quickly turned around in her seat. “What…what are you doing in here,” she asked, feeling as if her privacy was being invaded. “Okay, I see we will have to set some boundaries. Just because we work in the same building does not mean we need to visit with each other. I would be perfectly fine if we didn’t even speak.”

“Don’t be like that Ahsh,” German pleaded, running his fingers over the trophies on her shelf. “I can’t act like we don’t have history. You’re going to act like we didn’t date for a year?”

Ahsha stood to her feet and leaned on her desk. “I don’t give a damn what kind of history we have. That history went out the window when you slept with my best friend. I have nothing to say to you German.”

“So that year in college meant nothing to you,” he pressed, now sitting in the plush chair in front of her.

Narrowing her eyes until they were almost slits, Ahsha spoke between her teeth, “No.”

German tried to hide the hurt but it was all in his eyes. “Wow. Well I beg to differ. That year was the best year of my life.”

“That’s enough, I would like for you to leave my office please.”

“You know I still love you and if you give me another chance I coul-“German stopped midsentence once Ahsha slammed her left hand on her desk. The large diamond jumped out at him like a large billboard screaming she was no longer his. She had moved on to someone else while he still wanted to fight for her. “You’re engaged.”

“Yes, and I’m very happy with him so you won’t be needing that chance with me again. Goodbye German,” she spat, shooing him away as she sat back down in her office chair. Crossing her legs, she gave German the most sinister glare she could muster up.

“Who is he,” German questioned, the hurt clearly etched on his face.

“That’s none of your business. Do I need to have security remove you from my office? That wouldn’t be a good look on your first day.”

That last warning had German standing to his feet. “I’ll see you around,” he threw at her as he turned his back to leave.

She had a feeling that wouldn’t be the last of German Vega.


Since Derek had a meeting that would last into the evening, it was the perfect time to get extra work done at the office. Ahsha’s desk needed serious organizing and now was the best time to do it. Plugging her iPod into her ears, she began swaying to the sounds of Jill Scott’s Golden. Her life truly felt golden and she couldn’t complain. Perfect job, man of her dreams, good health and family. That’s all she could ask for and she had it. The lyrics and beat caused her to move her hips as she began filing away loose papers. The song took her back to cleaning up on Saturday mornings with her mother. Sloane was a huge Jill Scott fan and they would listen to her albums as they did chores and worked in the garden.

Ahsha got really into the song and began singing, not realizing how loud she was until she turned to find her fiancé standing in the doorway. A big smile spread across his face as Ahsha snatched the headphones from her ears. “How long were you standing there,” Ahsha asked, smiling shyly.

“Long enough to hear your beautiful rendition of Jill Scott,” he answered sarcastically. “The meeting ended early.”

“Oh, that’s good. Did you want to go out to eat tonight or cook something up at home?”

“Eat out,” he winked as he closed the door behind him and slowly approached his soon to be wife from behind.

“Derek,” she whined, sinking into his embrace.

“Ahsha,” he mocked, rocking them back and forth. “Everyone is gone and I couldn’t help myself after watching you and those little moves.”

“We’re supposed to wait until our wedding night,” Ahsha replied, wrapping her arms around his. “Plus, I wouldn’t dare do that in my office. Someone could walk in on us.”

“I locked the door so problem solved,” he whispered in her ear, laying a light kiss against her skin.

“Remember you promised that…” Ahsha began but her voice trailed off as Derek’s lips grazed her neck, causing the familiar quiver between her legs. Maybe they wouldn’t last until the wedding. Hell, they didn’t even have a wedding date set yet. “Okay, maybe we can start after we set the date.” As she turned in his arms, his hands traveled to her firm backside.

“Oh, but weren’t you the one saying we needed to connect on an emotional level,” he teased, squeezing her bottom.

“I mean…we still can take in a movie and do other couple things. Sex is just a perk,” Ahsha hinted, raising a brow.

A mischievous grin graved Derek’s face before he turned her back around and walked her towards her desk. She grunted loudly as he bent her over the glass surface. “Hey, I’m trying to organize this stuff,” she laughed as papers went flying to the floor. A knock at the door interrupted their little moment. “Who the hell is that? I thought you said everyone was gone.”

“Well I thought so,” Derek snapped, zipping up his pants. “Who is it?”


“What the entire fuck,” Ahsha growled under her breath. She turned into another woman when people messed up sexy time with her man.

“Who,” Derek asked, cracking the door.

“Oh I was looking for Ahsha,” German replied, peeking between the crack of the door.

“Ahsha is busy, may I ask who you are?”  It was obvious the two men hadn’t met yet from Derek’s reaction.

“I’m German Vega, the new physical therapist for the Devils,” he said.

“Okay and I’m Derek, her fiancé. Nice to meet you,” Derek hissed, clearly getting irritated with the stranger on the other side of the door.

“Derek, I got this. Excuse me,” Ahsha cut in, pushing Derek to the side. “German I thought I told you to stay away from my office.”

“I didn’t like how we ended on bad terms earlier. I came by to apologize,” he expressed, still staring at Derek behind the door. Ahsha rolled her eyes and stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind her. “That must be your fiancé.”

“Yep and you’re not starting out on his good side right now. Look, I will not have this discussion with you again. Do not come by my office. Do not speak to me. Do not go around here acting like we’re the best of friends. If you can’t respect that then I’ll have to turn you in for harassment and I have no problem doing that,” Ahsha warned. “I’m being very nice to you and I want to keep it that way instead of getting ugly.”

“It’s hard knowing you’re in the same building when I’m still in love with you.”

“Well go work with another team. Your fault,” she snapped turning on her heel.

Once she was back in the office, she spotted Derek standing in front of the large windows. His jaw tensed as she shut the door. “Ex-boyfriend huh?”

“Yea, sadly. He just started here today.” It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Derek was bothered by the fact that German was working in the same building as his fiancé. He wouldn’t admit being annoyed by it but Ahsha could tell without him saying a word. Hell, she’d be annoyed if one of his exes became a Devil Girl. “You don’t have to worry about me running off with him. Trust me, I’m not happy that he’s working here either. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I kinda forgot.”

“Naw, I’m not mad about your ex being here. I’m pissed that he interrupted what I was getting started,” Derek chuckled, changing the subject. “Why would I be worried about him when I know you’re coming home with me? He stays in his place and I won’t bust in his face. That simple,” Derek replied, pulling Ahsha into his chest.

“Here’s to hoping you don’t have to bust his face. I told him to lay off and that I’m happy with someone else.”

“Mmmm, good. Now maybe we can pick up where we left off when you get home,” Derek insisted, capturing her lips in soul luring kiss. Deepening the kiss, Ahsha stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around her love’s neck. Nope, they wouldn’t make it to their wedding day.


The fireplace was lit, the bottles were popped and Ahsha and Derek were enjoying each other’s company in the mansion’s den. After a long day at work, they both needed a moment of relaxation. As Derek massaged Ahsha’s tired feet, she explained how she met German and why they didn’t last. Although Derek told her it didn’t matter because he was in the past, she insisted that she tell him anyway.

“We met at this party in college my freshman year and it went from there. I thought he was all that and more until he slept with my best friend. He was dating us both at the same damn time and it went right under my nose. I dumped him and didn’t see him…until now. It sucks that we’re working for the same organization,” she explained, frowning in disgust. “But I don’t want you to think that him being around means I’ll let him back in. I love you and German can’t change that.”

“I know,” he added, placing her foot back on the floor and laying down next to her. “And I love you.” Ahsha’s sweet smile only warmed his heart even more. “Which is why I’m going to honor your wishes about this no sex thing. If that’s what you want to do then we’ll do it.”

“Awww babe, thanks for that. I know it’ll be rough for both of us but I really want to give it a try. And it’s okay if we don’t make it until then, at least we can say we tried.”

“So let’s say we accidently didn’t try tonight,” Derek implored, leaning into her lips.

“Derrreek,” she sighed.

“Alight, alright, alright,” he laughed. “I’ll go get a board game.”


4 months later

Hand rested upon her growing belly, Ahsha flipped through her recent book of choreography. The Devil Girls were going to have a busy few months with many appearances and traveling. Ahsha had her work cut out for her with wedding planning, a baby on the way and Devil Girl events. Being pregnant wasn’t her plan but like she thought, it was difficult to wait out on sex. They lasted an entire week before Ahsha was the first to break. One day she literally attacked Derek in the shower and two months later she found out she was pregnant.

“Ahsha,” came a voice from outside her door.

“Come in,” she replied, already knowing who it was. “What do you want?”

“Just wanted to drop these off to congratulate you on the Devil Girl’s winning that award the other day. I’m sure all the credit goes to you and your choreography,” German said, putting the bouquet of flowers on Ahsha’s desk.

“Thanks but I can’t accept these from you,” she replied, pushing the vase back in his direction. “I’m not trying to be rude. I-me accepting these from you will just have you thinking there’s something left of us. I appreciate your congratulations though.”


“Please leave,” Ahsha pleaded, running her hand over her stomach. “I can’t be under any extra stress right now.” German’s eyes widened as they fell to the small bump hidden behind a large, flowy shirt.

“You’re pregnant,” he whispered in horror, his hands falling to his side.

“Yes, I’m just starting to show so it’s hard to hide now.”

“Is there a problem here,” Derek asked, stepping into the office with his glare on German. “Hey baby.”

“Hey,” Ahsha muttered, leaning back into Derek’s embrace as he put a protective hand over her stomach. “I think you should leave German.”

With the happy couple standing before him, German picked up the vase of flowers and walked out of his ex-girlfriend’s office. Hot tears began to roll down his cheeks as the feeling of regret panged in his chest. He had lost her for good.

Ahsha was living her life like it was golden, and it wasn’t him making it shine.

Thanks for reading! I hope you all enjoyed!

Surprise! – Preference #116



Since you were still in university, you rarely saw Dan. You lived hours away from each other, and you usually only got to visit for one weekend a month because of your busy schedules. You finally got a few days off, though, and decided to surprise Dan with the help of Phil. You woke up early and spent the next three hours of the train ride in a quiet boredom – altering your time between reading, playing on your phone, and watching the scenery of the passing England countryside zoom by. Finally, you arrived in London and met Phil before you both took a taxi back to Dan and Phil’s flat. “He’s filming a new video right now,” Phil explained as the two of you walked into the flat, and you nodded before sitting down in the lounge and talking to Phil while waiting for Dan to hopefully finish filming soon. Soon, you grew impatient and quietly walked back to Dan’s room, leaning against the door to hear if he was still filming. What you heard surprised you – “Long distance relationships are horrible, and I miss Y/N so much, but just remember they don’t last forever.” You smiled to yourself before quietly opening the door and looking to see if Dan noticed you yet. Luckily, he didn’t, and you quietly tiptoed over to him and whispered “Guess who?” in his ear. He jumped before turning to face you with a huge smile on his face. “What are you doing here, Y/N?!” He exclaimed while pulling you into a hug that actually caused your feet to leave the ground. “Surprising you, silly,” you replied while kissing him, not even caring that he was still filming.



You had been on holiday with your family for the past two weeks, and you got back several hours earlier than you expected. It was still early morning when you hugged your parents and parted ways with them at the airport – them going back to their house while you headed back to the flat you shared with Dan and your boyfriend Phil. Despite being exhausted from the plane ride, you were excited to be back in London. Arriving at the flat, you let yourself in and looked around, noticing how quiet it was since the guys were still sleeping. You quietly took your suitcase to the room you shared with Phil and smiled at how adorable he looked when he was asleep. After putting your suitcase by the door, you sat on the bed beside Phil. “Phil,” you whispered while lightly shaking his arm. “I’m sleeping,” he groaned while turning away from you and pulling the duvet up around him even more. You laughed to yourself before getting up and walking over to his side of the bed. You leaned down so you were face to face with Phil and placed a gentle kiss on his lips which instantly woke him up. “Wha- Y/N?! What time is it? I thought you wouldn’t be here for another few hours! Did I oversleep?” he asked frantically while sitting up, and you couldn’t hold in the laughter. “Shh, calm down, Phil. The plane arrived earlier than I expected,” you explained, and he laughed as well, pulling you onto the bed and into his arms. “I missed you,” he said while kissing your forehead. “I missed you too,” you replied and cuddled into his chest, enjoying finally being back in Phil’s arms.


McKenzie here! These were a bit longer than I originally planned, but I just couldn’t stop writing! I thought they turned out pretty cute; I hope you all liked them. We’re taking turns posting, and Len’s should be up tomorrow :)

Jimin: Titleless Chapter 8 (Series)

Chapter 8

Ch. 1 HERE | Ch. 2 HERE | Ch. 3 HERE | Ch. 4 HERE
Ch. 5 HERE | Ch. 6 HERE | Ch. 7 HERE | Ch. 8 HERE
Ch. 9 HERE | Ch. 10 HERE | Ch. 11 HERE | Ch. 12 HERE

A/N: Update two nights in a row because I want to be cool. 


You woke up early the next morning to make breakfast, actually you didn’t have to wake up at all, you couldn’t sleep all night. It’s been awhile since you’ve woken up before Jin. The smell of sausage and maple filled the whole house.

“Hmm.. it smells so good _______!” Jin declares right the moment he leaves his bedroom and sees you in the kitchen.

“Good morning oppa!” you manage a smile.

“What are you doing up so early? Got jammed too hard last night?” Jin joked.

“Teh,” you laugh in reply.

“Something wrong _______?” He asks in a serious manner. “You have bags under your eyes. Just when he says that, the doorbell rings.

“Who could that be?” he asks, “probably the mail, I placed orders on Amazon… but it shouldn’t come in until two more days…” He opens the door. “Annyeong Seokie oppa!” a familiar voice sang. You sighed and rolled your eyes. “Good morning Jaeni,” Jin politely greets her, “You’re here earlier than usual.”

“Yeah, I got up early so I decided to come over early,” she explains, “Hmmm! It smells so good! Did you make breakfast already?! I wanted to come over to help.” You heard her taking off her shoes. “No, ________ got up even earlier than me and made it,” Jin replies.

“Ohh,” she says, she enters the kitchen and sees you, “_______! GOod morning! THe food smells so good!” she exclaims. You were confused and didn’t reply. “Are you going sonewhere later Jaeni? You dolled up,” Jin asks. She was wearing high waisted glittery black shorts and a crop top with oxford heels. Her hair was curled and lusciously flowing over her shoulders.

“No, not exactly, but I was planning to ask Jimin Oppa if he wanted to go out later,” she answers with a smile and eyes you with a smirk. You ignore her.

“Haha, okay,” Jin says, “I’m going to let to two of you alone while I wake up the other monkeybutts.”


“Okay~ I’ll just hang around the living room,” she sang.

You roll your eyes and set the food on the table. One but one the boys came into the kitchen. Jin was the first one back and Namjoon follows soon after. “Wassup ________,” Namjoon greets in his usual scratchy voice which was scratchier and deeper when he first wakes up.

“Oh, Jaeni’s in the living room,” Jin informs Namjoon.

“Oh hey wassup Jaeni! You came earlier than usual,” Namjoon walks into the livingroom. “Hey~” she sang. “Why dolled up today? Don’t you have class later?” Namjoon asks his friend. She nods, “yeah but I have plans to go out later. What do you think?” She gets up and spins around.

“Do you think maybe Jimin will like it?” she asks making Namjoon snicker. “I think I’m liking it than Jimin will,” earning himself a slap on the arm. “But seriously, yay or nay?” Namjoon flashes two thumbs up.

Jungkook and Taehyung come downstairs at the same time and Taehyung akready messing with Jungkook like usual. “Oh good morning ________! You’re up early today!” Taehyung teases. “Hey Taehyung oppa, hey Jungkookie,” Jaeni greets them, entering the kitchen. Taehyung was a few months younger than her but for some reason she still preferred calling him oppa, same for Jimin. She was a month older than Jimin and yet the only person she doesn’t call Oppa was Jungkook.

“Jaeni Noona! You come here a lot now!” Jungkook points out while Taehyung just eyes her. “Heh I guess I like company over here,” she says.

Hoseok and Yoongi came down next, “It’s so loud this morning,” Yoongi already complaining so early in the morning. “Good morning everyone!” Hoseoks impression being the complete opposite of Yoongi’s.

“Is everyone down yet?” Jin asks. Jimin was still missing, lately he’s always been the last one down. Everyone settles down first. “Oh, I’m going to change first so I won’t be late to class later,” you tell everyone.

As you were about to leave the kitchen, Jimin enters, finish pulling his shirt over his head. “Oh good morning ________,” he greets first. “Good morning Jiminnie Oppa,” you greet back, immediately catching the attention of Jaeni while Jimin’s smile widened. “Are you not eating?” he asks. “I am Oppa, I’m going to change first,” you replied with a smile.

You entered your room and quickly throw something on. When you came back out, Jimin was missing again. “Where did Jimin go?” you asked the whole group. “He poured orange juice all over him when you left,” Hoseok explains making you laugh. “I don’t even know what he was thinking, the cup was nowhere near his lips and he already tilted the cup,” Jungkook declares.

“Which seat is taken?” you ask. “None, Jimin hasn’t even sat down yet,” Hoseok answers you. There were two seat opened, one next on either side of Taehyung. If you sat on the left of him, you would be next to Jaeni. If you sat on the right of him, you would be next to Jungkook. You decided to take the safer route and sit between Taehyung and Jungkook.

Jimin comes back out with a white v-neck that was a bit lower than necessary, making the top of his pecs visible. “Woo-ooh,” Namjoon whistles, teasing Jimin. “So sexy,” Hoseok adds. Jimin gives a nervous laugh and covers his chest, “Stop looking.” As he was approaching the table you notice the smile on Jaeni’s face and realize that he would be sitting next to Jaeni. You mentally slap yourself.

But you to your surprise, Jimin taps the right of Taehyung’s shoulder and gestures him to move a seat over. Taheyung rolls his eyes at his friend but moves over anyways. You should have seen the expression on Jaeni’s face but you were too busy looking at Jimin, still surprised. “Oh so you’re trying to be sexy for Noona?” Jungkook asks, catching Jimin off guard. He thought if he was talking, no one would notice, too bad everyone noticed.

“What is this?? First ______ calling Jimin ‘Jiminnie Oppa’ and now Jimin wanting to sit next to _______, even though Jaeni looks so hot today. “I called him oppa because he’s older than me!” you already tried to explain yourself. “You don’t ever call him oppa,” Jungkook points out. “Well, it’s because he acts like a five year old all the time!” You exclaim.

That wasn’t exactly the case. After the conversation you had with Jaeni and you collected yourself again. You decided you couldn’t be weak because you knew for a fact whatever she was doing wasn’t real and Jimin would be hurt and you would be hurt. You had to be strong.


After collecting yourself, you leave the guest room and join Jimin downstairs. You made food him a light salad with a small side of rice and beef. “You’re fricking wifey material, you know?” Jimin jokes as you were trying to finish preparing your food.

When you were done, you stayed and accompanied Jimin as he was eating. it would have been bad to leave him alone and plus, you wanted to see him enjoy your food.

“Hmm.. Jimin?” you start. “Yeah?” he looks up at you for a split second and puts food in his mouth. “About the light festival, I want to do something for you back,” you tell him. “You don’t have too, knowing you that you enjoyed it so much is enough,” he replies boldly, though he was blushing.

“But the light festival, it means a lot.” you tried to explain, “I really want to do something in return.” Right when you said that, Jimin light bulb turned on.

“Well… I guess there is something you can do,” he said.

“What?” you ask, face brightened immediately.

“Hmm… say my name,” he says. You do as he says without questioning.

“Now say it with Oppa at the end,” he adds. “Jimin oppa?”

"Hehe, that’s enough,” he said, satisfied that you were finally said his name with oppa at the end.

"What! That’s so lame!” you demanded and reach over to hit him lightly on the arm.

“You never call me Jimin Oppa so it was refreshing,” he admits.

“If you like me calling you Jimin oppa so much, I’ll call you that from now on!” you said. His heart pound as if he just won the jackpot.

“Jimin oppa! Jimin oppa! Jimin oppa!” you sang. “But that’s lame, is there anything else?” you asked, “and don’t tell me no!”

“Hmmm… well, I guess take me out whenever I ask?” he finally answers after a moment of thinking.

“Okay! JIminnie Oppa!”

-End of flashback-

“Taehyung is annoying and I can’t eat if he’s sitting to the right of me. I’m right handed!” It was Jimin’s turn to explain. “Then he’ll be to the right of Jaeni!” Hoseok teases. “Yeah, but he doesn’t annoy girls!” Jimin points out.

“Ahhh.. it’s because he doesn’t want to accidently give anyone’s toast again. And both _______ and Taehyung hate him enough to not get food for him,” Yoongi says, remembering the incident yesterday morning. Right when he said that, you had already put toast on Jimin’s plate, making everyone laugh.

“I guess she doesn’t hate me that much,” Jimin says smugly and bites into your toast. “I was giving everyone toast… it would be bad if I didn’t give him any….” you try defendin yourself. “You didn’t give me toast,” Namjoon says. “Me either,” Jin and Hoseok say. “Because you don’t eat toast and both of you had one already!” you point out. You really only gave toast to Jimin and Jungkook because you loved him a lot. And Jimin… because he had nothing on his plate and the toast was closer to you… or that was part of the reason.

“Oh yeah!” Jaeni interrupts the whole stupid toast conversation, “Jimin Oppa!” she calls, catching him off guard. “Let’s go to the light festival today!” You and Jimin both laugh innocently, Taehyung gave a light chuckle. “Why are you laughing? I’m serious! I got tickets already!”

“Oh dang Jaeni, I’m sorry but I just went with ________ yesterday,” Jimin tells her, biting his lips. “You did?! I wanted to go with you today!” Jaeni says disappointedly. “Yeah man, she dolled up and everything,” Namjoon joins in.

“Wait, you bought tickets for you and Jimin?” Taehyung asks her. “What about _______? She’s your best friend and you know she was really disappointed that she missed it last year. Why didn’t you include her?” Taehyung asks playfully so he wouldn’t intensify the atmosphere for everyone.

“Yeahh… when you asked about buying tickets, I thought you would go with ______. Since you did everything together…” Yoongi says.

Jaeni gets flustered. “I- I- I figured since she wanted to see it so bad, she’d already know about it. And I thought Yoongi Oppa or Jin Oppa would take her…” she stutters.

“Oh, we were busy so when Jimin said he wanted to go with her, we just let it be,” Jin says. “Wow, that’s a good thing Jimin went before or ______ wouldn’t know and have no one to go with,” Yoongi chuckles.

Jaeni was embarrassed, she wanted to prove that to you that she could have Jimin but the complete opposite happened. She decides to play it off. “Aye… I was going to ask ______ Jaeni again later but I guess I wouldn’t have to…” Jaeni pretends to be disappointed. Taehyung and Yoongi chuckled while Jimin didn’t forwardly react on his face.

“Aww… what I’m I going to do with this extra ticket now??” she whines. “Ah! You can go with me!” Namjoon volunteers. “I guess, since I don’t to waste it.” Namjoon laughs, “I knew it! I told you the outfit was more for me than for Jimin!”

“Oh crap _______! Aren’t you going to be late??” Jimin asks looking at his watch. “Don’t you have early classes today?” You pull out your phone for the time, “Oh my god! I do!,” you cried. The random day off yesterday threw you off, you forgot it was Tuesday not Monday. “Fuck! I’m going to be late!” you quickly got up.

“Here, get your stuff, I’ll take you.” Jimin offers without giving you any options. It was your only choice if you didn’t want to be late. He was a better driver than you, or more he YOLOed more when he drove so with him you’d make it.

You both get up and rush to your rooms. He grabs his leather jacket and helps you with your stuff when you leave your room so that you could put your shoes on. “Okay! Bye guys!” you called back to them before retrieving to the front door.


Ch. 1 HERE | Ch. 2 HERE | Ch. 3 HERE | Ch. 4 HERE
Ch. 5 HERE | Ch. 6 HERE | Ch. 7 HERE | Ch. 9 HERE
Ch. 10 HERE | Ch. 11 HERE | Ch. 12 HERE

A/N: I was stuck on how to start this one. Like i had multiple ideas on how to proceed this, I hope I chose the right one!