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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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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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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A Study in Love - Part 1

Title: A Study in Love - Part One (This will be a three part mini-series)

Square Filled: College!AU

Rating: PG for this part, but extreme amounts of disgusting fluff. Rob is a dreamboat, really. YES that is a warning!

Summary: Reader x Rob are friends attending the same college and he assists her in studying for a final. What happens when Rob finds out the reader is spending Christmas alone on campus?

Word Count: 2374

Written for: @spnaubingo

Characters: Rob Benedict, Reader, Brenda and Eddie (OC’s)

A/N: I have modeled my reader after Briana because she is just so beautiful and when I saw that picture of her and Rob together I knew I had to do it. I make no apologies. Thank you to @just-another-busy-fangirl for her constant advice and support, and for being my go to beta, as I navigate the craziness that is this bingo! 

Part 1

You were smack dab in the middle of your second year of college. It was finals week and you were exhausted - mentally, physically and emotionally. You still had two exams to go and no clue how you were going to survive the next two days to take them. Sitting in the common area of your dorm suite, you took a deep breath in through your nose, letting it out slowly through your mouth. “Two more days, then a three week break. I can do this,” you thought to yourself. The breathing exercises were helping until someone banged on your door.

“Someone better be dead!” you screamed as you got to your feet, shuffling to the door. You grabbed the handle and yanked the door open. “What?!”

“Jesus, Y/N! You scared the living hell outta me!” your roommate Brenda breezed through the door. “Sorry, Y/N/N, I forgot my key.”

“Try to be more responsible Bren, especially this week. I have two more left and feel like I am dying,” you exaggerated, throwing yourself into the recliner closest to the door.

“What classes do you have left?” Brenda asked, popping the top on a Cherry Coke.

“English Lit and Early US History, which I am not that worried about, but English? Grrrr,” you mumbled, sinking further into the chair.

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Loud Silence - Severus x Reader

From my 200 Celebration (REQUESTS CLOSED), for @problempersei
Character: Severus Snape | Prompt:   #15. “You don’t know how much i want you.” | Picture/Gif (below)
: 841
Warnings: None

Originally posted by black-hippie-moonchild

Originally posted by sensualkisses

The crackle from the fire that warmed up the room, was the only sound you could hear. There was nothing you enjoyed the most than that particular sound, as you sat comfortably in a loveseat, a book on your lap, and a generous glass of fire whiskey in hand.

If you allowed yourself to be completely honest, it actually wasn’t any of those things that made you smile. But the man sitting at his desk across the room, his always harsh features focusing on grading every parchment on his hands.

That was how you usually shared your days. Alone together in his office, drinking whiskey, grading papers, reading, or sometimes chatting about everything and nothing at all. It was usually potions and the Dark Arts, since Severus loved to learn and discover everything he could about those subjects.

That particular Friday afternoon, however, you couldn’t have been more annoyed.

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Fancrush : SHW

Words: 1.2K

Genera: Fluff

Anon: Hey could so get a scenario where Shownu sees a girl at a high touch event or fan signing that’s really his type and he wants to get to know her better so he sends off another member to get her backstage so they can talk. First it’s a bit akward but then it gets really cute and fluffy 🙈


It was another busy day for Monsta X. Getting on and off cars from set to set, and they were ending that day with something they always favor.

“Finally! The fan sign!” Minhyuk cheered from the backseat of the van they were riding to the fan sign.

“Do you think the amount of Monbebes to show up will increase?” Hoseok asked.

“Hopefully” Hyunwoo smiled back at them both.

When they finally made it to the building where the fan sign was being held, they got out of the car and went inside.

Staff members didn’t waste any time and quickly moved everything in as stylists started getting the boys ready for the event.

You were in the exact same situation, except there were no fancy outfits nor tons of stylists, each one working on a part of you.

“You have me, though” your younger sister assured you after you kept ranting about having no one to fangirl with.

“Let me fix your eyeliner. You need to bring one home” she wiggled her eyebrows at you and you slapped her hip. She laughed.

“It would be nice if one of them asked me out” you sighed, smiling slightly.

“They will! You’re awesome!” Your sister told you firmly, scrutinizing your face to make sure your make up was on point.

“Okay! We’re done with make up. Now wear your outfit so I can have a final check up” she commanded and you raised an eyebrow at her.

“I don’t even know who’s older” you rolled your eyes and your sister giggled.

You got in the bathroom and quickly changed. You walked out and your sister applauded with a big smile on her face.

“This will do!” She smiled.

The boys only sat around the dressing room, doing nothing much. Their nerves were getting to them and there was nothing they could do. No matter how many times they held fan meetings, the nervousness and excitement that accompanies it never fades.

Finally, fans filed into the room and the group got called out. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You started to question reality and pinched your wrist. Your jaw dropped open at their breathtaking smiles and you tried to have enough staring time for each member.

You didn’t realize it until a few seconds later that Hyunwoo was staring back at you. Right into your eyes. Your heart dropped as you smiled and quickly looked away.

The boys started talking and fooling around to fill the room with nothing but squeals and laughs. But your brain was preoccupied by Hyunwoo’s warm smile and eye gaze.

Hyunwoo tried engaging into conversations with fans, but whenever he thought of someone to choose from the one hundred, or so, girls in the room, his eyes would land on you and his question would always be something like ‘what’s your name?’ or ‘how old are you?’ He never asked, though, for he was too nervous and didn’t want to make the fans feel as if he was only focusing on one girl. Which was exactly what was happening.

After all the funny dances and crazy challenges, the staff got the permanent markers ready along with a long table and seven chairs lined next to each other behind it.

Your legs shook as you walked up to the table and actually interact with them so closely. You were firstly greeted with Minhyuk’s bright smile. He talked a bit with you as he signed your albums, making you giggle at his silly jokes.

When you laughed, it was as if Hyunwoo had never seen anything as beautiful as your smile and laugh. He couldn’t think of you leaving the fan meeting and never see you again. He felt the need to keep you for a little longer.

“Hyungwonah” he turned to look at him.


“You see the girl coming over to our side? Could you ask her to stay in our dressing room? Get her backstage” Hyunwoo told Hyungwon nervously.

“You’re finally into someone?” Hyungwon smirked, lowering down his voice as you approached them.

“Sh!” He nudged Hyungwon’s shoulder.

Hyunwoo tried to organize his thoughts as you finished talking to Hoseok and stepped to the side to stand in front of him.

“Good day?” He asked, mentally face palming. You giggled and nodded.

“How’s your day?” You asked and he looked into your eyes, spacing out for a second.

“Beautiful” he thought out loud and you laughed lightly as he mentally face palmed again.

You couldn’t contain your emotions. You tried acting as cool as possible. You were screaming on the inside. Unrealistic scenarios sparked up in your head from the moment your eyes met for a little over three seconds earlier and you felt stupid for that.

“Have a nice day!” He smiled and you smiled bigger, nodding quickly before shifting to Hyungwon and the last member.

“Hey” he greeted you, quickly adding his signature to the album.

“Hi” you replied nervously as you felt Hyunwoo’s gaze on you.

“Here. Please enjoy our music! And I was wondering if you could wait inside our dressing room?” He said and you almost fell to your knees.

“M-me” you asked, pointing at yourself. He nodded, smiling.

A staff member walked over and Hyungwon explained to her where to take you and she nodded. She gestured to a door and you looked back to see Hyungwon waving at you.

You got into the messy dressing room and sat down down on one of the empty chairs as you tried to wrap what was happening around your head.

Not too long after you got in, the door burst open and Hyunwoo was pushed in by someone and slammed the door shut.

“Talk!” Jooheon yelled from the other side of the door and you frowned at Hyunwoo whom was rubbing his forehead from embarrassment.

“Did I do anything wrong-”

“No! No, you didn’t. It’s just, ugh..” He trailed off as he walked to an empty chair and pulled it to sit in front of you.

“I saw you earlier and, um, I think you’re really pretty” he laughed nervously and and you couldn’t show any emotion because you basically didn’t know how to feel. It all felt unreal.

“I just…I couldn’t let you get out of here knowing that I most probably will never see you again” he told you quietly, almost mumbling. You smiled slightly and looked at him as he stared at his feet.

“Are you-”

“Would you like some coffee? Later?” He finally looked at you and your smile got bigger automatically.

“That would be nice” you smiled. You replied as a woman whom was fond of a man. Not a fangirl accepting her idol’s approach. And that made it more sincere.

“Are you hardcore enough to know my number?” He joked, pulling his phone out of a drawer from the dresser. You giggled, shaking your head.

“Take note” he smiled before reading his number out loud.

“You know the situation. You can’t share it-” you cut him off, nodding.

“I’ll keep it. Just between you and me”

Originally posted by garisanee

Not So Bad Overhead Confession (Nolan Holloway prompt)

Originally posted by vxidism

Request: 89 and 56 with Nolan Holloway please? Thanks!


56) “wanna makeout?” “I thought you’d never ask”
89) “how long have you been standing there?”

Warning(s): fluff

(Y/N) checked the time and started pacing back and forth in her room. The reason as to why was because she texted Nolan to come over and hang out for a while.

The real reason was purely because she wasn’t sure if she should tell him how she feels about him.

She had started to develop feelings for the boy when she had talked to him the second time she met him and has been hooked ever since.

(Y/N) stopped pacing and stood in front of her bed and stared at her phone.

She desperately needed advice when it comes to this and she grabbed her phone and called the one person she knew that was good with boy advice. Lydia.

The phone rang a couple times, “Come on Lydia” (Y/N) begged and as soon as she did, Lydia answered.

“(Y/N)? What’s up?” Lydia asked. “Lydia I need advice, like asap” (Y/N) urged.

That caused Lydia to become interested, “Advice on what?” She questioned.

“Advice on whether or not it is a good idea to tell someone that you like them even though you are completely terrified” (Y/N) answered.

“By someone, you mean Nolan, right?” Lydia asked.

“Yes I mean Nolan!” (Y/N) exclaimed.

“Well, do you want to tell him? If I were you, I know I would. You never know, he could feel the same way” Lydia informed.

“I’m just not exactly sure what to say to him” (Y/N) sighed.

“Just say what you really want to say. Let your heart do the talking, not your mind” Lydia advised.

“Okay. I just hope this doesn’t mess anything up between us. Nolan is a really amazing guy. He’s just so kind, smart, and adorable. I really like him and I care about him a lot. I get so nervous to talk to him sometimes that I forget what to say. My face turns pink when he’s around and I feel butterflies in my stomach whenever he’s around” (Y/N) confessed.

She turned around so her face was facing her bedroom door and almost dropped her phone when she saw Nolan standing there.

“Oh my god! Lydia, I will call you back in a few minutes” (Y/N) spoke and hung up when Lydia answered.

“Nolan!” (Y/N) greeted, hoping he didn’t hear her whole confession considering she was too scared to tell him.

“How long have you been standing there?” She asked.

“The whole time. Well, long enough to hear your confession” Nolan answered.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked. 

“What was I supposed to say? You probably don’t like me anyway and I hope that didn’t just ruin a friendship” She answered.

“You could have said the exact same thing you said to Lydia over the phone. It did ruin the friendship” Nolan replied.

(Y/N) bared herself for the worse, “Ruined the friendship by hopefully replacing it with a relationship” Nolan added, which caught (Y/N) off guard.

“Wait, what?” She asked, wanting to make sure she heard right.

“I like you too (Y/N) and that’s why I came here earlier than I was supposed to. I wanted to tell you but it looks like you kind of beat me to it. I want to be in a relationship with you” He explained.

(Y/N) surprised Nolan by quickly pressing her lips onto his. He, of course, kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her waist. The two pulled apart and Nolan was smiling.

“Wanna makeout?” He questioned, (Y/N) smiled, “I thought you’d never ask”.

With the response he got, Nolan placed his lips onto hers and kissed her like there’s no tomorrow.

In the background, buzzing noise is coming from (Y/N)’s phone. On the other end of the line, Lydia sighed to herself and hung up once (Y/N)’s voicemail message played.“So much for calling me back in a few minutes”.


@blackwidow-romanoff said:72 with sebastian

72. “You know he has a crush on your, right?” “Man, I hope so or else this is gonna get really awkward.” “what?” “dude, we’re dating.”

Originally posted by caps-bucky

You stood in between two of the bookshelves, looking at  the semi-cheesy romance books. You hummed to the song that played lowly through the speakers. You traced your fingers over the binding of one of the books before picking it up and reading the description. You scrunched your nose at how terribly cheesy the book sounded.

“Romance, eh?” A voice said from the opposite of the isle. You looked up to see a man standing there. You shrugged in response to the man.

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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.

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Summary:  Of all the things Sam expected to happen when he walked into a strip club, seeing the (previously) dead Messenger of the Lord was not one of them.

Tags: Canon Verse, Canon Divergence, Smut, Spoilers for Season 12

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Sometimes Sam didn’t know how he and Dean were related. Sure, they had some things in common, but for the most part, they could not have been more different, especially when it came to strip clubs.

Sam, even as a college student, had never really seen the point. He liked naked women and men as much as the next person, but you couldn’t touch them, and for him, that defeated the person of seeing someone naked. Dean on the other hand, seemed to think they were God’s gift to men.

They’d first gotten wind of this case through a fellow hunter, and it seemed to be legitimate. Strippers going missing from the club, turning up later with their hearts ripped out. Dean didn’t even wait for Sam to research it before he had decided they were going. That was all it took to make Dean happy these days, monsters, strippers, and maybe a burger. Cass had agreed to come as well, more for Dean than for the case, Sam suspected.

Sam was listening to an audio book on his phone when they pulled into Atlantic, Iowa. Dean was practically bouncing in the Impala’s front seat, as they pulled into the parking lot of the motel. Normally, they unpacked and took some time to get recharged before going out on a case, but Dean was chomping at the bit. Sam had no sooner changed into his suit, than he had Dean banging on his door ready to go.

Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag. Cass and Dean were waiting for him in the hall, similarly done up in their dark suits and matching leather shoes. Sam followed them into the car. He had barely sat down before Dean was gunning the engine in the direction of the Angel’s Gate strip club.

According to the research that Sam had done, Angel’s Gate was a fairly new club, only having opened it’s door last year. There had been a big uproar from the locals when they put it in, but ultimately the almighty dollar had won them over in the end. From the outside, it looked like any other local business, it was only when you got inside did it’s true colors show.

The interior of the club was dark, with strings of lights and spotlights pointed towards the raised stage. The music was booming, even at this early hour, and Sam was surprised to see numerous patrons dotting the tables around the bar. Dean was looking around expectantly, rubbing his hands together.

“Okay, where are the strippers?”

Cass offered him a withering look. “We are here on a case,” he replied flatly.

Dean shrugged. “Doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it while we’re here.” he pointed out. “Plus-”

Sam ignored their bickering. He looked around, trying to find someone who looked like they were in charge of this place. The curtain in the back of the bar opened, and several men dressed in skimpy costumes walked out. No women followed them, not even a waitress; every person on the floor, except for a few scattered patrons, was male.

Sam looked over at his brother and Cass. Clearly Dean had expected women, and the look on his face clearly showed that, but there was something else there, a kind of interest that made Sam laugh inside. It wasn’t exactly a secret that Dean was a little less than straight, as much as he might protest that fact, and it didn’t stop him from noticeably checking out men on a pretty regular basis.

Cass on the other hand, was wearing the same look that he always wore when something humans did confused him. Even though Cass had slept with women, Sam knew that he didn’t care as far as gender was concerned, or he thought with a smirk, at least as far as Dean was concerned, but that was a whole separate can of worms that Sam did not want to think about, at least not if he wanted to keep his sanity.  

His attention though, was soon riveted to the stage when the DJ’s voice crackled over the speakers.

“Please welcome Loki to the stage.” The curtains to the right of the main stage fluttered and someone walked out.

Sam couldn’t stop his mouth from dropping open. Walking up the runway as bold as brass, was Gabriel.

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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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‘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.“

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!


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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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!

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!