i just finished this like right now

anonymous asked:

Ooooh, some poor rude teacher calls Damian problematic and Talia puts a sword on their neck and goes "how dare you you're not worth the dirt on my son's shoes he's perfect and destined to lead this world etc etc" speech. Bruce is like pinching the bridge of his nose "Talia plz" but he's not trying too hard to stop her either and gives the teacher stealth bat glare on the way out before masking it with a smile

haha and talia is like “but beloved they are wrong, our son is perfect.” and he’s like “well OBVIOUSLY I know that, and we’ll get them put on probation or fired or whatever later, but for now let’s just finish the conference.”

and then they finish and the teacher is like “Mr. Wayne you were…just kidding, right?” and that’s when Bruce smirks and is like “Nope, goodbye.”

And then they go home and spoil Damian rotten when they go home. (And then make out with each other because one of them being ruthless turns the other on so BAD LIKE HOT DAMN.)

ourloveneverdies  asked:

Derek still hasn't contacted you?? Oh man it's so disappointing to hear about the things he does to artists... his shows are so great and he's so sweet and nice and then he pulls this shit?? Does he think he can just get away with stealing designs cause he does it with fans?!

like i am grateful and happy, he gave me a patch for free but fuck it’s my own design you’re giving away and right now i can’t buy anything and it’s a paradox having to buy something in order to get something i made.
i hope he’ll send me one once the stickers are almost finished but i uuh doubt it.
mostly because he could have easily contacted me when we commented under the post.
i hope he’s not mad at me lmao

My favorite Newsies moment

I have somehow figured out my favorite Newsies moment. My favorite moment is the scene where Jack finishes up his drawing of Katherine, puts on the chair and leaves. Now, that isn’t my favorite moment. My favorite moment is right after Jack leaves when Katherine picks up the picture. The reason this is my favorite moment is because so much happens in so little time if you think about it. In Newsies Live you can see the realization and suprise on Kara’s face. I believe that at this point Katherine realizes that Jack isn’t just a cocky little bastard. This is the point where she realizes that though it may not seem like it on the outside, Jack is different from all of the others who’ve tried to seduce her. You can see that how she interacts with Jack is different than before. At their first and second encounter, Katherine tried to just brush Jack off, but at their third encounter, which Katherine ignited on purpose, she seems more tolerant of his flirting. You can especially see these feelings during Watch What Happens where she has the more bipolar feelings. The reason that she’s feeling those bad feelings could partially be because she’s Katherine Pulitzer, and her brain is telling her not to fall in love with this boy. That it’ll never work. And that is my favorite Newsies moment.

Really Struggling

I honestly feel like giving up right now. I have a microbiology test in 2 days. I feel like crying. I haven’t even finished ½ of the material yet. The names for these drugs are impossibly long I’m having trouble just pronouncing them. The last drop date has passed so now I have to take a grade. I’m scared and disappointed in myself . This has been the hardest semester yet.

there he is, that space defending dude keith

alright listen up. because sweeran has been dead but sweeran is alive again so i gotta give yall a story. so we finish listening to endgame, right, and someone goes “hey taylor… how is ed?” bc he had just broken his arms. and taylors like “yeah… thats really. wow. like, thats both his arms. thats 100% of his arms there” which? first of all?? comedic genius. i cant believe my mom invented comedy? then she goes “yeah… he can type now though. like, at first i got emails saying “hey taylor, this is cherry. ed wanted to say “hey mate”” bc he couldnt type, but now ed can send those emails himself, so. improvement” and i love my parents????? 

Envy

Pairing; Jeon Jungkook  x Reader

Words; 4.2k

Genre; Smut with a plot 

Summary;  ❝Envy is the art of counting another’s blessing instead of your own❞

Aka; Jungkook is envious of your new relationship after he rejected your feelings

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Sometimes I’ll be sitting in my room, perfectly fine, and then I just get slammed by this wave of loneliness and I hate it

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“Oh, poor Stiles, you didn’t know? You’re an emissary, just like your mother. She was the greatest and strongest emissary in generations and her powers are what killed her. And they’re what’s going to kill you too.”

Beacon Hills is in great danger when a large number of all kind of supernatural creatures are being drawn by the Nemeton, an ancient sacred magic tree extremely powerful used by Druids for various rituals and capable of intensifying the powers of those who offer a sacrifice. When they find out about the threat, Stiles and his friends comes up with a plan to defeat the bad guys. Meanwhile, he discovers he has the potential to become an emissary. He is willing to do anything to keep everyone save, even try to drain the Nemeton’s power himself. He just didn’t know that his alpha was Derek Hale and that by doing that, his powers would merge with the Nemeton’s power and put him in a great risk. He was going to die because of it.

“I’m just trying to find a way to help my friends, how can I do that? How can I become an Emissary?”

“First you need to learn about magic and practice. Then, you need to join your forces with an alpha to channel your powers. It’s about balance.”

“Why?”

“The bond between a werewolf and his pack is strong. But the connection between an alpha and his emissary is stronger, it’s inexplicable… Unbreakable.”

“It’s like an anchor?”

“Yeah. You could call it that. Trust him and believe in him and in yourself. All you have to do is believe.”

“What can we do to save Stiles?”

“Right now? Pray for that power to not consume him just like it consumed his mother.”

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The Difference Between Us is an upcoming My Little Pony fan game about Fluttershy on her first date with Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy never knew that Pinkie felt that way about her, and she struggles to figure out what she wants and how she feels about Pinkie as she finds her way through the date.

There are three main routes through the date, and each route has three endings, all with several different variations depending on your prior choices. There are no bad endings, just different ways of exploring a new relationship and the new feelings that come with it. All of the mane six as well as the cutie mark crusaders make appearances to offer advice, hang out, or even put on a show. And all along the way, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie will be telling stories, sharing secrets, healing old wounds, and, hopefully, growing closer.

Coming soon!

EXO'rDIUM [dot] Live Album: Members’ words to Kyungsoo and vice versa

Please say a word for the members who safely finished EXO’rDium [dot].

Minseok 

D.O. has been smiling a lot more these days, so it’s nice to see. He’s one that always cares a lot and accommodate the other members. A very righteous person. He has concurrent EXO and acting schedules, so it’s very exhausting, but he’s never shown it. But D.O., even if you’re tired, please say it, it’s alright. Right now, I just hope that you’ll learn to show us your exhaustion. 

Kyungsoo

Xiumin hyung, thank you for always taking the role of the eldest. 


Junmyeon 

Because you like me, that’s why I always joke around with you, I know, haha. I will always support your life. Support your perspiration and tears (hard work). 

Kyungsoo

Suho Hyung, thank you for always receiving the jokes pulled by the members. 


Baekhyun

D.O. is a friend of strong principles. He’s a friend that has strong conviction in his own beliefs - it’s great to see. In the future too, I hope you live without forgetting your heart’s center, just like now. D.O.-ya, it would be great if you live believing in yourself. Regardless what the others say, what you believe in will be the right answer.

Kyungsoo

EXO mood maker Baekhyun, thank you for encouraging the members and making them laugh.


Chen

D.O. is really a trustworthy friend. Whenever I am having a hard time, if D.O. says a word, I feel better. And so, even without realising myself, I end up relying on him a lot. 

Kyungsoo

Chen, whom I really loved, thank you for always showing a bright image and sharing good energy with the members. 


Chanyeol

D.O. and I found a common interest. We game together, and recently we went golfing together too. I don’t expect anything more from D.O. Even now, he’s a reliable friend too. D.O.-ya, it’ll be great if we can continue to get along well just like we do now.

Kyungsoo

Chanyeol, thank you for always playing the guitar by my side. 


Kai

D.O. hyung, while preparing for the concert, you’re also working on filming, it must be tough. However, you still always find time for the members and do your best, it’s really amazing. No matter what, I’ll always love you, hyung. You know that I love you the most right?

Kyungsoo

The leader of the practice room Kai, thank you for putting on with the member’s laziness. Kai is usually the laziest of us all but when practicing you’re the most diligent. 


Sehun

And there’s D.O. hyung. Although D.O. hyung has a cold personality, if you approach him first, he’s not one to shun away from you. I approached hyung first, and hyung let me. Recently, D.O. hyung has even joked with me. 

Kyungsoo

And lastly for our loyalty man, Sehun ah thank you for uniting the members solidly, just like an elder brother.


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Highlights from Exit 82′s performance of Be More Chill
  • During the Boyf Riends scene in More Than Survive, Jeremy and Michael stand next to each other to line the words up rather than taking their backpacks off.
  • Christine wears overall shorts with a long-sleeve pink shirt.
  • Rich talks to Jeremy before the Squip Song while he’s peeing. When asked how he does that, Rich takes both hands away, wiggles his fingers, and replies, “Confidence.”
  • During the first chorus of Two-Player Game, Michael starts dabbing. The audience promptly loses its shit.
  • Jeremy and Michael play leap-frog during TPG. They also pull off some sweet karate moves.
  • Scary Stockboy has a Scary Stockgirl companion. The latter is dressed in typical emo fashion; when Jeremy sees her, he says, “My Chemical Romance, am I right?”
  • The Squip has little light-up green dots on his shirt, and they’re all you can see when he first walks onto the back platform in a blackout. Blue and red dots are added as the show progresses.
  • Jeremy shoves Michael toward the bathtub after calling him a loser. Michael, thunderstruck, grabs onto it and doesn’t move.
  • Rather than singing “…at a party” near the end of Michael in the Bathroom, Michael weakly sobs it. Half of the audience is now in tears.
  • Jeremy and Christine talk on the couch with a giant unicorn between them as the Halloween party dies down. As this is happening, Rich stands center stage, screaming about Mountain Dew Red. When nobody answers him, he stays there, twitching and clutching his head.
  • The full cast, including the guys, are onstage during Smartphone Hour. They’re dressed in crop tops and glittery skirts.
  • The cast wears sneakers with light-up soles during Pitiful Children.
  • The longer the Squip is onstage, the more dramatic his makeup gets. In the first scene he looks relatively normal, but in his next scene, he has black, computer-like, lines-and-circles makeup on his neck. When he comes in later it’s crept up his left cheek, and by The Play it’s all the way up to his eyebrow with blue highlights added in.
  • Costume changes accompany these subtle shifts in makeup, starting with a plain jacket and ending with a near-floor-length leather one.
  • The Squip rarely interacts with the cast members directly; for the most part, he stays on the back platform, advising and controlling Jeremy from afar. Jeremy finally confronts him face-to-face after the fire, and during The Play, The Squip joins the rest of the cast on ground level.
  • Just before The Play, Christine addresses the audience as though we’re spectators at Middle Borough. When Michael makes an entrance he hops out of the crowd onto the stage like he was watching with us.
  • The audience cheers so loud after this that the orchestra has to hold its music until it’s quiet enough to continue.
  • When the cast of The Play says “I just feel so connected to you guys right now!” long ropes of neon lights drop from the ceiling. They attach these ropes to their backs like electrical cords.
  • It looks like Jeremy is about to kiss (Squipped) Christine instead of giving her the Mountain Dew Red. Michael, unable to watch this, turns away and almost walks offstage.
  • Michael screams “FUCK!” after the cast finishes screaming and dropping to the ground.
  • Once everyone has passed out, the Squip claws his way desperately across the floor toward Jeremy. Before he makes it, he collapses center stage with a puff of smoke.
  • The Squip stumbles back onstage at the end of Voices In My Head. The cast shoves him away, but rather than pushing him like everyone else, Michael just gives him the finger and grins.
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[ i live for these mafia/gangsta aus! thanks so much for requesting this, i love you so much, enjoy :)) ]

Seokjin

➸ You hadn’t caught his eye just yet, him merely seeing you as another waitress threatened with your life to serve him anything he desired. This business meeting was nothing but intense, the atmosphere suffocating as the topic was on murder. Now, for a normal servant they wouldn’t even bat an eye on the conversation - but that’s just it. 

You were new. 

And it probably was just your luck to be working on the day they decided to be…descriptive as to what they planned to do to the rat among them. A little squeamish, you couldn’t help but shake uncontrollably when you poured Jin another glass of wine, biting your lip with so much strength that you were sure it was bleeding.

“Yoongi, for the last time, we are not using acid. I almost lost my fucking arm trying to clean it up the last time we used it.” Namjoon groans, rubbing his temples in aggravation. “What is it with you and melting skin?” 

“He’s a sadist, that’s why.” Jimin snickers. “I say we cut off the fingers, one by one. Then, leave him to bleed out - slowly.” 

You couldn’t help but gulp at the mere thought of someone’s fingers being cut off, or their skin melting off; what was wrong with these people? Do they find it entertaining doing these things-

“Yah!” 

The abrupt shout coming from Jin shocks you back into reality, as your heart drops at the sight of the overflowed wine glass, now all over the white table cloth and his dress pants. Losing the ability to breathe, you stand there with your mouth agape in terror, eyes wide like a deer in front of headlights. Sputtering out apologies left and right, you set the bottle down to hurriedly clean him up as much as you could with the hem of your dress - it being the only thing available. 

“I-I’m sorry, please, forgive me - I didn’t mean to, I was only just-” 

Before you could finish your plea, your breath is once again caught in your throat as rough fingers grip your jaw, lifting your head back up so he could get a good look at you. The room is now silent, which you concluded to be much worse than their conversation. You didn’t even notice you had tears until he used his other hand to wipe them away, gently. Never had you ever been so confused until this very moment - Jin was never gentle. You know from witnessing what he was really capable of.  

“Calm down, it’s alright. It was only an accident, right?” You take a minute to nod slowly, but once you did, he smiles. That only seems to scare you rather than put you at ease. “No need to be scared. Why don’t we get you cleaned up, hm?” 

Before you had a chance to answer, Jin had already latched onto your forearm, while standing from his seat. It was as if wine had never been spilled as he gave the conference table one last look. “Continue without me, I’ll be back shortly. And get someone to clean up this mess.” 

Taking a look at them as well, you didn’t understand as to why they all had knowing grins as they waved the two of you off. What was going to happened to you? Was he just playing tricks, was this the end for you? Your breathing only came in chops as he escorted you out of the room, the tears cascading down your face as you whimpered. 

“Please, don’t kill me! I have a family, please, I didn’t mean to spill-” You were cut off once again, only this time in an incredibly different way. Blinking rapidly, you moaned in surprised as his lips crashed onto yours, his hands rested on your lower back, pulling you in close. 

What was this you were feeling? 

This wasn’t the Kim Seokjin you’ve come to know for the past week, he never even gave you a passing glance - he didn’t know you existed until today. How come this kiss felt like he’s known you forever? 

After a few minutes, the two of you pulled away desperately in need for air, his hands now finding a new area to caress as he stared into your eyes. 

“I..I don’t understand…” 

“Have you any idea how long I’ve been searching for you? How long I’ve waited, and yet here you were this whole time - serving me wine.” Seeing that you were still confused, Jin chuckles softly. “What’s your name?” 

“Y-Y/n…”

“Y/n.” He repeated, allowing the name to slip off his tongue, like butter. “Such a pretty name, it suits you.” 

“So..you’re not gonna kill me, or cut my fingers off, or bathe me in acid-”

“Now, how could I do that to my soulmate?” Feeling your heart nearly stop, you practically choke on air at the word. “Sorry you had to hear all of that, from now on, you no longer have to serve me. And you have a family, you say? I’d like to meet them, they shall be protected for as long as I’m breathing, as well as you.”

“Whoa, wait, slow down. I-I’m your…b-but how could you possibly know?! Just five minutes ago, you didn’t know who I was, and now all of the sudden we’re soulmates? I just…I don’t understand.” Yes, everything was crashing onto you all at once, but you didn’t pull away from him. You let him continue to hold you; his presence oddly feeling right.

Jin couldn’t help but to laugh, the feeling of relief that he finally found you was enough to put him a constant good mood. Not even you’re obliviousness could annoy him; whether you believed him or not, he would get you see someday that he was made for you.

“There’s plenty of time to explain all of this - but wouldn’t you rather get cleaned up? This wine is starting to feel a little sticky.” 

The events of earlier almost made you forget the small slip up you made - realizing that it all came down to just overfilling a wine glass. If you hadn’t have been so careless, would you be in this situation? Would everything had been different if you hadn’t have screwed up? 

Was this fate? If he wasn’t going to kill you, why not at least see where all of this was going to lead. What was the worst that could happen? 

Nodding slowly, this time he went for your hand, leading the way to what you assumed to be his bedroom. 

“We are meant to be, my love. I’ll show you.” 

Yoongi 

➸ If there was anything else Yoongi could do, he would pick it in a heartbeat. He’d rather watch paint dry than wander around this party, surrounded by a whole bunch of idiots who were drunk off their asses while carrying lethal weapons. If anything, he feared for his life rather than enjoyed the event. To be honest he couldn’t even remember why he was there in the first place. 

“Attention, could I have everyone’s attention. I would like to thank you all for attending this special occasion. The day my only child takes over the family business.”

Ah, that’s right. He was sent to put in a good word for вts to the new mafia boss of BigHit; just to make sure there continued to be no bad blood between them. He didn’t know what the big deal was, just some guy getting a new position in something that was merely child’s play - in his opinion. Why was there a need for such a big fuss over one dude? 

Man, was he in for a kick in the balls when you walked out. You were far from being ‘some guy’ or a ‘dude’. You were a woman. And the ‘big fuss’ was because BigHit had never been run by a woman before. Especially not a woman that looked like pure sex. Yoongi nearly choked on his drink when you strutted out for the whole party to see, cheers erupting all around him, yet he couldn’t hear a thing. It was like all his senses were circled in on you, even senses he didn’t know he had were all focused. 

“My daughter, Y/n, the first female to ever run the empire. Babygirl - make daddy proud.” Yoongi couldn’t help but to fantasize about saying those final words to you someday, biting his lip as his eyes scanned you up and down. Definitely a sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure. He could only pray to the man in the sky, thanking that Jin-hyung made him come to this event.

Clearing his throat, he joined in the claps that congratulated their new boss, all sending their best wishes and positive vibes. Honestly, he couldn’t wait to be alone with her to discuss ‘business’. He watched you intensely as you made your way down the stairs, dress flowing behind you so elegantly it should be considered illegal to look as good as you did. You greeted anyone that was in your path - from hugs, to handshakes, to the friendly kisses on the cheek. 

But, as soon as you got to him - everything stopped. As if your brain had completely shut off, and you were merely a hallow shell. You didn’t even blink, your mouth hanging open like a fool as you stood in front of him with your arms open. 

If he hadn’t cleared his throat, you probably would have been stuck like that for a little while. Shaking your head, you chuckle nervously, reaching over to shake his hand. 

“So sorry, I don’t know what came over me for a second. You must be Yoongi, Seokjin told me that you would be attending tonight. Pleasure to finally put a face to a name.” When his hand had finally connect with yours, you could have sworn a bolt of electricity sprung up your right arm, almost making you jump back in alarm. Almost

“Pleasure is all mine,” Yoongi pulls you in closer by the hand, leaning down to place a light kiss upon your knuckles. “Miss Y/n.” 

The way your name fell from his lips nearly made you weak in the knees. Blinking a couple of times to compose yourself, you gesture with your other hand in the direction where your new, private office was located. 

“Shall we get down to business, then?” 

Tightening his grip on her hand, he nods slowly as a grin forms upon his lips. “Lead the way.” 

Namjoon 

➸ You two had made eye contact the minute you hit the stage. It was your first night being the main dancer, feeling so confident in yourself that you decided to wear a little something more than inappropriate - snagging Namjoon’s attention in under a second. Not only had he never seen you before, but you did something to him the same way a drug would do. His heart started to race, his palms sweating, everything around him going silent and his vision tunneling in on you and only you. 

For a moment, you forgot your whole routine, or that there were other men in the room you needed to interest; not just him. But, your mind felt as if he was all the attention you wanted - needed, even. You didn’t know what is was, but when the music started, you had no choice but to get into character and finally break eye contact. Namjoon leaned back into his chair, eyes still trained on your swaying figure as you started to dance, licking his lips slowly at your movements being so smooth and precise. 

“Behave yourself, Namjoon, we’ve only just arrived and you’re already eye-fucking one of the dancers.” Jin playfully punches his shoulder, him not flinching. “Yah, what’s the matter with you?” 

Tugging at the sudden tightness at his collar, Namjoon finds the strength to pull his eyes away from you, them now clouded with lust as he tried to allow his heart to slow down. Jin had seen this look before, many times actually, him having had the same look not too long ago. Nodding to his friend, slowly, Jin only chuckles as Namjoon spilled everything without having to say one word. 

“Ah, I see. You think she’s the one?” 

“I don’t think. I know she is.” He notices that your dance was coming close to an end, him not wasting a moment before standing up and adjusting himself. “Don’t wait up, I’m coming home late.” 

“Be gentle with her, Joonie~” Jimin giggles, chugging down yet another shot with Taehyung. “We don’t call you ‘God of Destruction’ for nothing.” 

It was as if you were expecting him when you descended from the stage, already signaling him to follow you to the private section of the club, a teasing little smirk creeping upon you face as you made sure to swing your hips with exaggeration as you walked. Raising an eyebrow in interest, Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle darkly as he happily started to follow you. 

“I think she can handle me.”  

Hoseok 

➸ Hoseok knew this was coming, eventually. He drank his poison and merely waited for it take effect, it was only a matter of time. He knew his wife was going to rat him out the minute she discovered the secrecy he’s kept from her for so long. 

“I hope that bitch was worth it, and that you rot in hell, Jung Hoseok!” 

He would only roll his eyes, as the police finished handcuffing them all, escorting them outside. There were millions of flashing lights as soon as they stepped foot through the doors; from reporters to people with camera phones, all taking pictures of the notorious mafia gang finally being brought to justice. 

Hoseok couldn’t help but to smile. These poor, naive fools.

People continuously shouted at them, from insults to curses, all saying this was a new beginning - now that the terrorists were finally going to be put behind bars, once and for all. Once the doors to the van were slammed shut, the seven of them looked at each other before all busting into a fit of laughter. The sound of the engine starting was loud enough to drown it out from anyone of the outside, driving away at lightening speed until the flashing lights of the cameras were submerged to nothing but tiny specks in the distance. 

For a straight ten minutes into the drive, they couldn’t keep from laughing - the whole situation seeming unreal and just hilarious to them. It wasn’t until the van had come to a complete stop did they all finally compose themselves enough to catch their breaths. Opening the double doors, they were greeted by a silhouette covered from head to toe in black, wearing a police helmet to hide their face; the laughter then returned once again. 

“Stop looking so fucking intimidating, your Oscar for world’s best actress is in the mail, Y/n.” Taehyung sarcastically remarked, you chuckling in response as your remove the helmet. Climbing into the van, you go over to Hoseok first, leaning downward to kiss him passionately - the guys not missing a beat to let out groans of disgust, mixed in with their laughter. 

“I always knew that tramp would sing like a canary. Not my fault her husband happened to my soulmate - and I sure as hell wasn’t going to share you for much longer, Hobi~” You unchained him from his handcuffs, so he could hold you properly as the two of you shared another kiss. 

“Yah, you two can ravish each other later! Right now, we gotta move, before the police realize this van never showed up to it’s original destination.” Namjoon warned. 

Pecking his lips one more time, you rush over to uncuff the rest of вts, them not wasting time to strip out of their suits. Putting on the casual clothing you had packed for them ahead of time, Yoongi then spread the inside of the van with gasoline as well as their previous clothing. Helping to push the vehicle into a nearby ditch, Hoseok held up a box of matches, his eyes piercing into your own. 

“Y/n. It is your choice if you want to continue on with us, or not. I’m going to be honest, once the feds catch on they will hunt us down like dogs, and it’s not going to be easy. I won’t make you do something you don’t want to-” 

You kiss him hard on the mouth before he could finish his speech, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him close, signifying that you weren’t going anywhere. After pulling away from the passionate kiss, you happily take the matches from his hand, striking one of them - watching the flame come to life in the dark night. Taking a deep breath, you throw it toward the van, it perfectly landing on the roof of it. Not even seconds later did a blanket of fire start to spread around the vehicle, it being completely engulfed into the flames. The maknaes hoop and holler at the moon, dancing around with each other as the rest of you merely watched it burn. 

Hoseok wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to place a kiss on your forehead. “This isn’t going to be fun, you know.”

You chuckle, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “If you’re trying to scare me into leaving, it’s not gonna work. I’m with you till the end, Hobi, until the day I die.” 

He could only smile, your response making his heart race uncontrollably - something his wife could never do. You were the breath of fresh air he’s been looking for. Sure everything he’s worked for is practically gone thanks to you, but he didn’t mind starting over. It was a small price to pay, for you. 

“I love you, Y/n. Until the day I die.”

Jimin 

➸ Unfortunately, you were on his hit list. Someone had called him in to finish the job, getting rid of the witness who had gotten away with too much information. But, there was no record that you even existed, besides a name and the location where you worked. You kept a low profile, due to your reputation of being a well known snitch, only the last thing you spied on - you were sloppy. They saw you sneaking out of the window when you felt like you’ve gotten all that you needed. They didn’t see your face, but they knew enough to track you down - for him to track you down. 

Jimin entered the bar, dressed in nothing but black as he scanned the area. Checking over the exits, giving an educated guess of how many people were in the place, playing out all the possibly scenarios that could unfold tonight. The worst that could happen is that the police could get involved, allowing you to get away, and fail the mission. But, Jimin was a lot of things; a failure wasn’t one of them. 

The only information he was given was that you were either a server here, or a performer in one of the cages that hung from the ceiling. He knew that no one had seen your face before, but he felt that he could put a name of a face. Jimin wouldn’t be good at what he did if he couldn’t. Scanning the cages, none of the girls that shamelessly flashed their naked bodies seemed to fit the small profile. Huffing, he crosses the cages out; only one thing left to investigate. 

Sitting at one of tables, he pressed the button in front of him to gain service from one of the waitresses that would migrate all over the place. It took no more than five minutes for one of them to finally make their way over to him, notepad in hand, with sweat glistening off their face and nearly exposed torso; he nearly giggles at the faint appearance of glitter. It wasn’t until his eyes had landed on your face did the look of amusement completely melt from his features, quickly replaced with the blank one he had came in with. Trying to catch your breath in the stuffy bar, you didn’t even notice his face yet in the dimly lit area where the table was located. 

Jimin gulps, trying to keep himself calm before his heart nearly busted out of his chest. It couldn’t be you, it just couldn’t. He prayed to god that it wasn’t, that you were someone random who worked here, that his instincts were wrong this one time. When you had finally caught your breath, chuckling softly, you politely bowed in apology - still haven’t lifted your head up to look at him. 

“I am terribly sorry to have kept you waiting, sir. My name is Y/n, I’ll be your server for tonight, what can I get for yo-…” You had then looked up, your professional smile dropping to a look of pure terror, as you took a small step back. Jimin’s blank expression switched to something that seemed as if he were in physical pain, tears forming in his eyes as he couldn’t bear to look into your terrified ones. 

You knew who he was, and what he was there to do. That only seemed to pain Jimin even further as the rapid beating of his heart only confirmed his worst nightmare: he’d have to kill his soulmate. 

“Y/n, I’m begging you…please run.” 

Taehyung 

➸ Taehyung had a reputation of being incapable of feeling anything. Emotions he once had in the past completely erased from his genetic code thanks to the rough teachings from his father. He grew up with no warmth of a mother’s touch, no grandmother, nor sister, just merely male presence for as long as he can remember. 

He hated smiling. Anytime his father caught him even so much as grinning, he earned himself a beating. He hated laughing. Anytime he would laugh for having fun, another beating, then no dinner. He hated crying. Anytime Tae would cry after a beating, or from hunger, he would only get beat even more - and possibly the loss of food privileges for a whole week. After a while, Kim Taehyung learned to not feel a thing. It’s the only thing that kept him alive. 

When he arrived at the party, he was greeted with friendly smiles, warm welcomes, you name it - they wanted to make him feel special. After his father’s death recently, he had been promoted to head boss - taking the news with a blank expression and curt nod. Never shed a tear about his father, or for this grand opportunity he’s been trained for since birth. He felt nothing. 

Jin accompanied Taehyung, being his ride to the event. Jin’s job was to be his smile, his laugh, anything that had to do with emotion - Jin was the man to be called. But, if the eldest didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn he had seen Taehyung grinning at something when they entered; for a split second. 

“I’m gonna go scout for the others, and find our reserved table. Don’t do anything rash, remember your temper.” 

“Aish, Jin-hyung, you’re like the mother I never had.” Taehyung spoke with monotone, his hooded eyes never faltering. “I’ll be a good boy.” 

Jin raises his eyebrow in confusion. “Did…Did you just make a joke?” 

Blinking a couple of times, Taehyung turns away from him while looking anywhere else to distract this tingly feeling at his finger tips. Shrugging slightly, he starts walking away without another word to Jin, leaving him to stand there for moment. Scoffing softly, he just shakes his head. He would forever be a mystery to him. 

Taehyung walked forward with no particular destination, but he couldn’t stop. He was looking for something, someone perhaps, he just didn’t know who. It wasn’t until he had ran into a server with a tray in their hands did he snap out of his zombie-like state. A small gasp made him look down at the mess he had created, the girl in front of him looking as if she had just seen as ghost. Bowing multiple times, you apologize multiple times in one breath, lowering to floor to quickly gather everything you dropped so you could escape his sight before he could catch a good look at your face. The last thing you needed was to turn up dead the next day all because of a clumsy mistake. 

But, it wasn’t your fault, and he knew that. 

Everything around the two of had stopped, everyone staring in equal shock and sympathy as they all concluded that you probably just made the biggest mistake of your life. Taehyung stared down at you once more, eye twitching slightly as tears cascaded down your face as you practically begged for forgiveness for getting his blazer all messy. He didn’t like the sight, not in the slightest - usual he would find joy in someone pleading for mercy, but coming from you - it didn’t leave the right taste in his mouth. 

Without hesitation, Taehyung drops to his knees, helping you pick up the shattered glass piece by piece. You lowered your head even further to keep from making eye contact, afraid to see the look of rage in his eyes. He looked you over for a moment, seeing multiple cuts all over your hands from picking up shards of glass with your bare hands in such a hurry to get away from him. You looked so fragile, so scared, so…cute. It had been a while since he’s seen something like that. Gently as he could, he gripped your chin, lifting your head up to finally make eye contact with him. 

Gasping softly once again, your breathing stops altogether when you see all the emotion held in such soft brown eyes. They were so wide, so curious, nothing like in the stories people would gossip about on the streets. Tears still leaked from your eyes as you sat still, in fear that one wrong move could set him off. Taehyung on the other hand couldn’t understand this rapid beating in his chest, the same way it did when he first saw you when he came in - you were the one Jin almost caught him grinning at. 

“What’s your name?” He finally spoke, voice low so not to frighten you. “Please, tell me your name. I’m not going to hurt you, just please…” 

Gulping, you blink away a few more tears, sniffling before answering. “Y/n. My name is L/n Y/n. I’m 19 years old, I have no family except my little sister at home who needs me, she’s only 6, I bed you, please don’t…”

You start to choke on your own words at the tears once again started to flow, clenching Taehyung’s heart to the point he was extremely confused as to what this feeling was. Never has he experienced anything like this before, it being so long to where he’s forgotten the name for it. Pain? Anger? Sadness? 

Whatever it was, he didn’t want you expressing it any longer. Not wasting another moment, he picks you up into his arms, practically cradling you in way he could only wish someone did for him growing up. He not only surprised those all around him, and you, but himself as well. Blinking a couple of times, he glares.

“Don’t you all have work to do?” 

Just that alone was enough to make everyone practically sprint in different directions. Taehyung only scoffs before heading the direction went in, making you tense up in his arms more than before. 

“W-Where are you taking me?” 

He doesn’t answer, just keeps walking forward. When he had finally come across the rest of his group, they all stared up at him with either confusion or surprised; perhaps a combination of both. Tae takes his seat, not even considering their feelings about how this must look to them, now resting you on his lap. You practically vibrated in his hold, very confused as why you were there or what he wanted from you. What really shocked you the most would be how he wrapped his arms around your middle, hugging you to his chest while nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. 

Looking over his table for any explanation, you weren’t expecting them to all sudden have some kind of mental understanding as to why he was acting this way. Taehyung leans upward until he felt close enough to your ear, whispering softly into your ear that made your blood run cold. 

“I’m keeping you. You make me feel again.”

Jungkook 

➸ Jungkook was to be on his best behavior at this dinner, having been told that it was a meeting between long term rivals to finally end any bad blood that was between them. He understood completely; don’t be disrespectful, no dirty looks, don’t even so much as open his mouth. If they wanted this to be a sure thing, then he needed to be the golden maknae he’s been trained to be. 

Sure, that seemed like an easy to do, it’s nothing new to be told those rules whenever there was a meeting of importance. The only difference in this particular meeting that almost made shit hit the fan - their rival’s daughter was not only smoking hot…but also his soulmate. Now, Jungkook being the youngest, it was a whole lot harder to hide intense emotions that finding your soulmate could do to you. Just the sight of you made his heart race, his only focus being you as all his thoughts were only interested on what your name was, where had you been all his life, and how did you like your eggs in the morning after spending a night with him? The longer he looked at you, the more sinful his mind turned - to the point Jimin had to pinch him in the arm to bring his focus back on the meeting before anyone noticed. 

“What the hell could you possibly be staring at that hard?” He hissed under his breath, before blushing hard and looking elsewhere. “Are you aroused? Right now, are you fucking kidding me, Jungkook?” 

“It’s not my fault!” He bit back, blush covering his face as well. Wincing slightly at the sudden pain in his ankle, he jets his eyes to his left to see that Yoongi was give the two of them a warning glare. Jungkook couldn’t help the increasing tightness in his pants, having to bite his tongue to keep from whimpering at the slight throb. “Oh, fuck, it hurts…” 

He tried with all his might to hold in any noises he wanted so bad to let out, having to rest his head in his hands to take deep breaths to calm his racing heart. It wouldn’t have been overlook if his elbows hadn’t have slammed into the table - the sound echoing around the once tranquil meeting that was now more of an awkward silence. Jungkook could practically feel all eyes on him, and hear the faint sound of Namjoon face palming. Lifting his head up slowly, he sheepishly smiles. 

“S-Sorry…migraine.” He quickly covered, the boss not seeming to look fooled. But, with a small nod, he gestures for someone to come forward. Jungkook nearly choked on his spit when you walked past him, swearing that you had just ran your finger tips over his back. When you made it over to your father, he whispered something in your ear - you soon nodding that you understood. 

Walking over to him yet again, you placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning down to flash him a warm smile that nearly made him faint right then and there. Without speaking, Jungkook stood, crossing his hands in front of his crotch area to hide the evident bulge that was forming. Following your lead, the two of you exit the room to let them continue the meeting in peace. Once he was positive you were no longer within earshot of the room, he didn’t hesitate to pin you to the wall. 

“What did your father say?” He all but groans in your ear, making sure to grind his lower half into yours to let you know all that you’ve done to him without even touching him. “Does he know you’re my soulmate?” 

“N-No. He just said ‘take care of him’. But, he never specified on how.” You breathlessly spoke, holding onto his broad shoulders as you slowly started to lose your train of thought. The minute he walked in, you were intoxicated. Your vision became blurry, your palm sweaty; your mother had told you all the symptoms, you just never knew they would be this intense. “They way you looked at me, I knew you felt it, too.” 

“Why send you to escort me out, then? Not that I’m complaining.”

You moaned softly as his lips found that one sweet spot near your ear, it becoming harder and harder to think straight. 

“He wants me to learn the family business. He wants me to teach you a lesson, I-I guess - punish you f-for interrupting.” 

Jungkook grins slyly as he finally pulls away from the now purple mark blossoming on your neck. Your flustered state was definitely something he could get used to seeing - even if it had to be behind his hyungs’ backs, or your ruthless father. You were so worth it. 

“Well then…punish me, baby.” 

Let’s all just stop to appreciate the fact that Tench Tilghman was Washington’s Aide-de-camp for over seven years and was only a volunteer for four of those years and just how dedicated he was to his work. Washington stated in a letter that Tilghman didn’t want or believe he should have the same rank as Alexander Hamilton and Richard Kidder Meade and that he also didn’t want to get paid for any of his services, so he turned down any effort to do either of those things. He did the job because he wanted to do the job and wanted nothing in return for it. It was at the pressing of his fellow aides and also Washington’s insistence that he get recognition for all of his hard work since joining the staff, that Tench Tilghman was finally appointed an Official Aide-de-Camp on June 21, 1780 and maintained that position until nearly the end of the war. But that wasn’t enough for Washington. Not only did Washington want him to be an aide, he wanted Tilghman to be allowed to hold a line command as Lieutenant Colonel as well and petitioned Congress to grant it for him. They would finally grant it to him in May of 1781.

In the winter of 1780, he was the only aide at headquarters and did all of the work by himself. When Alexander Hamilton’s fight with Washington broke out on February 16, 1781, Hamilton stated to James McHenry in a letter that he’d quit but had to remain at headquarters working “till more help arrives. At present there is besides myself only Tilghman, who is just recovering from a fit of illness the consequences of too close application to business.” Tilghman had overworked himself so much that winter that it caused him to fall seriously ill and he was forced to take an almost month and a half long break the moment Hamilton returned to headquarters that January. Washington even set a rule in place afterward that stated no less than 3 aides be present at headquarters at all times in order to prevent something like it from happening again.

Tilghman’s modest and disinterested hard work deserves all of the recognition, regardless of what the man says.