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Slow Ride

Yeah, you all should have known this was coming… They don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing…

(This gif was made by my gorgeous friend Pam @saucynewf - and is being used with her permission)

Holy. Shit.

Seriously, how much is a girl supposed to take? You share rooms with these guys, watch them walk around half-dressed, banter back and forth with them. You take Dean’s suggestive, flirty comments and respond in kind, telling yourself it’s all part of your friendship.

And then he does this.

Of all things, a mechanical bull. You thought those things died out with Urban Cowboy. But now, as you stand watching with your jaw clenched, and your nails digging into your palms, and your thighs clamped together, Dean is riding the fuck out of Larry, the centerpiece of the bar you went into for the sole reason of grabbing some burgers.

You can’t tear your eyes from him as his body sways, looking like he’s part of that saddle. The muscles of his thighs are tight, holding firm, his torso lean and lithe as he moves with it, sinuous and sexy as hell. One arm waves above his head, giving him the balance he needs, the other bicep bunched and bulging beneath the plaid shirt, unbuttoned at the front to allow your eyes to cruise over where his t-shirt clings to his pecs, his ribs, his belly.

“Do you know him?” the waitress whispers, and you nod, your lips parted and your eyes glued to Dean as the ride ends, and he slowly lowers himself back, sprawled and smiling. “Lucky you,” she says, turning to go back to work, and you blow out a breath, closing your mouth and lowering your eyes.

Air. You need some air.

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The Stereotypical Musician
  • Band Version, as determined in a half hour discussion in the band room
  • Piccolo: Quirky, lighthearted, wants to be left alone about their instrument
  • Flute: Takes things way too seriously
  • Clarinet: Shy, goofy when you get to know them, watches anime
  • Oboe: Tired
  • Alto Saxophone: Chill, usually an attractive guy
  • Tenor Saxophone: Awkward girl
  • Bari Sax: Doesn't look like they should be playing bari sax
  • Bassoon: Tall and serious girl or a short carefree guy
  • Bass Clarinet: Short and irritable
  • Trumpet: Immature, but fun
  • French Horn: Very few morals, if any
  • Trombone: Very flamboyant in all that they do
  • Tuba/Baritone: fat white guy with pimples
  • Percussionist: either is very serious about their instruments, but doesn't have the best rhythm or not very serious about their instruments but knows what they're doing.
Imagine Texting Justin At One AM

Originally posted by ljaureguis

You tried to muffle your giggle as you sent your boyfriend another meme. He hated when you did this so you make sure to send him stupid ones to annoy him.

Jus Jus: haha good one, can you sense the sarcasm? 

You laughed out loud when he sent you a picture of him with a straight face. It was like one of those ‘when you take a picture on the front facing camera’ pictures but he still looked adorable.

You look adorkable. ; )

You chewed on your lip as you watched the texting bubble icon pop up. It was nights like these that you enjoyed the most. With Justin, your walls were instantly broken down. You didn’t have to be someone else for him, you could just be yourself.

Jus Jus: don’t I always? And you should go to sleep. seriously, do you see the time?

Your eyes traveled up to the top of your screen. It was 1:09 AM but you could've sworn it was 11:56 just five minutes ago. Did you guys really talk that long?

Aww, am I no fun?

Jus Jus: oh no, trust me, you’re fun babe, but it’s a school night

You scoffed as your thumbs made quick work on the keyboard.

You should be the last one telling me anything about a ‘school night’ Justin.

Almost instantly, a picture of him rolling his eyes sent through and you had to hold in your laugh as to not wake up your parents. Text bubbles appeared one after the other as Justin told you that ‘you need to get 8 hours of sleep to properly function in the morning’ and all that crap. 

Justin was a dork and all even though he would never admit it. You sighed in defeat when a yawn escaped your lips. Normally, you would’ve put up a fight but after a day of hanging out with the idiot you called your boyfriend, you were pretty tired

Alright, dad.

Jus Jus: don’t you mean daddy ; )

A few seconds passed before your phone dinged with another message.

Jus Jus:: I love you, don’t let the bedbugs bite

You raised your thumb up to reply but your eyelids were already half-way closed and sleep was taking over. All you had managed to do was mumble out an incoherent “I love you, too” as you fell into a deep slumber with a small smile on your face.

Justin Foley is such a dork.

Seventeen when you’re only walking around in a oversized shirt.

S.Coups:
When you enter the room, he just silently stares at you and watches you walk past him, your butt exposing to the members underneath his thin shirt. He turns to the boys to see them looking at you with big eyes and shakes his head, laughing sarcastically at your behavior.

Jeonghan:
He is absolutely speechless when you enter the room and doesn’t know how to react. When he turns to the members, he sees Vernon looking at you and licking his lips at the sight in front of him, causing Jeonghan to smack him, hard before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the room.

“Put on some clothes. They all look like lions circling their prey.”

Woozi:
The moment you leave his room with nothing but his shirt on and sit down on his lap, too tired to notice the other boys being there, their eyes were on your body immediately.

Woozi pulls down your shirt slightly so it is covering more than just your butt and shakes his head at the boys, wrapping his arms around your body. 
“I seriously hate you guys.” He whispers, giving them a death glare.

Joshua:
He’s so focused on watching Seungcheol play video games that it isn’t until you come closer, that he notices you only wearing his oversized shirt and black panties. 

He quickly looks over at Seungcheol to see him still looking at the screen and takes the blanket off the back of the couch, wrapping it around both your bodies. He tilts his head to the sight and smiles at you. “Should we go sleep in my room instead of in front of the other boys?”

Jun:
The performance unit is working on a new dance choreography till’ late into the night and you wake up to their laughter. All their eyes shoot up when the door to Jun’s bedroom opens and you step out into the living room, rubbing your eye and yawning. His shirt riding up your stomach.

Jun turns to see the members all smiling at each other before turning to him and nodding approvingly. He punches Hoshis’ arm slightly before rushing over to you and shielding your body with his, smiling at your adorable face. “Go and rest in my room. I’ll come join you in a second.”

Hoshi:
When your eyes lock, he gives you a dissaproving look, his insides burning by the other members loud gasps and stares at your body.

“YA!” He yells at them, their eyes quickly turning away from you. “Don’t you guys have any manners? Do you always go around staring at other boys’s girlfriends?” He asks, his voice raised at their behavior and takes off his jacket, holding it around your bottom and walking you into his bedroom.

Mingyu:
He was meant to come back to you after getting something to eat but got distracted by the other members and the show they were watching. You walk out into the living room, still groggy from your nap and sit down on his lap, placing your face in the crock of his neck, too tired to realize the other members.

Mingyu doesn’t know how to react and just stares at you in silence, feeling his cheeks blush with embarassment. He giggles slightly and picks you up, carrying you back into his room.

The8:
He watches you walk over to him in silence, your eyes still shut. You take a seat on his lap and groan into his neck, the other boys staring at you in disbelief. He tugs on your shirt to keep it low, holding your body close to his.

He taps your back gently and whispers into your ear “Jagiya…don’t you think you forgot anything…important?”

Wonwoo:
His eyes would immediately shoot up when he realizes that you’re still wearing only his oversized shirt and his eyes would wander over to the members, who are all either staring at you or awkwardly trying to avoid it.

When you sit down in his lap, he laughs gently, embarassed by you forgetting about your pyjama choices. “Y/N…let’s go back to my room and put on something better at first.” He says, patting your bottom.
He’s to embarrased to look at the boys before bringing you back into his room.

Seungkwan:
He gets annoyed by the members staring at your body, knowing how adorable they all think you are and starts hitting the members next to him before clicking his tongue and throwing a blanket over to you.

The hit wakes you up completely, making you aware of your surroundings and immediately feel the blood rushing into your cheeks. Seungkwan can’t help but laugh at your cute reaction. “Go back into the room. I’ll come back to you in a minute.” 

Dokyeom:
“Dokyeom…” Seungcheol hitting his side and mumbling his name, is enough to get Dokyeom to look at whatever they’re all staring at so concentrated and looks up to see you standing in the doorway, his oversized shirt covering your black panties.

He starts giggling at the sight in front of him and just stare at you, letting the members enjoy it for a little while before telling you to come over and wrapping a blanket around both your bodies, letting you sleep there next to him. He looks at the members with a death glare. “If one of you says something…you’re going.” He says, threatening.

Vernon:
He’s too perplex at first to even realize the other members staring at you as well and enjoys your body in his oversized shirt. Suddenly he snaps and realizes the boys around him and the pleasure it is probably giving them.

He runs over to you and tackles you to the ground, laying flat on top of you and looking down at you, smirking teasingly. “If we lay perfectly still, maybe they’ll declare us dead.”

Dino:
He’s playing video games against Seungkwan and doesn’t notice you entering the room, too tired to care about anyone in the room. “Y/N…” Seungcheol whispers under his breath, making Dino turn to him and noticing you walking over to the kitchen, seeing your bottom exposed under his shirt.

He quickly jumps up from his spot on the ground and follows you into the kitchen, feeling embarrased by you. He stops behind you and turns you around to see your eyes still half way shut and his heart would drop immediately. “This is…everyone can see, babe.” He explains, chuckling slightly.

Love, Youngmi~

Lucky Charm (Johnny)

Originally posted by exoticnctlife

plot: Johnny’s the cocky volleyball heartthrob and superstar at NCT School of Sports & Arts. He’s even got a fan club. But when you don’t seem to give a damn about him, that’s what piques his interest.

length: 1,742 words

genre: sports! high school! au

*a/n: this scenario is a part of a sports!au series I’m working on with @hot-damn-hanbin​ and is inspired by this post.

+ f/n = friend’s name

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In response to the whole LeFou thing, I am happy for Lefou on a Watsonian level. Like good for him for being gay. I’m not acting like it’s him in particular being gay which is the problem and it’s not because he’s not the usual traditionally handsome gay dude and I’m some fetishising fangirl who needs someone hot to crush on (I’m bi, dudes, I’m here for the rep). It’s not that there aren’t gay people like him out there who end up falling for the misogynistic straight dude, cause yeah, there are. 

The issue is that this is the first gay character in a Disney movie. The first. How bad is that when you think about the fact it’s 2017? 

You can’t just jump in with your first tiny tea-spoonful of representation being the comic relief who will probably pine miserably for the arsehole straight dude and be horribly mistreated by him (as well as being laughed at by the audience). You can’t just do that. 

That is something you get to do, as straight writers (and let’s not pretend most of the creators involved in this aren’t straight or catering to straight audiences), once you’ve actually given positive representation. First you give kids watching that movie a positive gay role model that they can look up to, who isn’t laughed at. Give them a gay hero. I assure you they will be watching. I remember every little bit of LGBT rep I saw when I was a kid, and most of it was horrible and seriously impacted my self-esteem and the way I thought about myself. 

So it’s no good acting like people not liking this gay LeFou thing are pretending gay guys like him don’t exist, it’s that THIS SHOULD NOT BE THE LANDMARK FIRST CANONICALLY GAY DISNEY CHARACTER IN THE YEAR 2017. 

Straight (white cis) kids get to see themselves as the heroes in everything they watch, and that’s actually great because all kids should be able to see themselves as heroes, but you’re gonna offer this measly, offensive, cowardly representation instead of a proper hero for LGBT kids? With a minor character. Who gets abused by Gaston. Who is the comic relief. Who is not there to empathise with but literally to laugh at. 

It doesn’t even matter if he ends up happy in the end (he had better) because homophobes/casual viewers will still get to view him as the comic relief and even be valid in that because that is what he is in the original film. 

It’s a mess, my dudes. A mess. 

I Don’t Dance ● Tyler Bate

SO.. WE ARE READY FOR THIS SECOND SERIES? ARE WE SURE?? THIS IS THE FIRST OF MANY. DO NOT WORRY. I HAVEN’T GIVEN UP ON LOVE POTION NO. 9.. JUST GOT THIS IDEA TOO.

Summary for the series / information will be posted asap, I swear it. 

SUMMARY: Tyler is your roommate. Both of you have crushes on each other but… You really don’t say much to each other or know each other well.. He only sees the one side of you.. WHen he comes home early and finds you filming a dance tutorial for your Youtube channel in the apartment, that all changes… SMUT. STRAIGHT UP SMUT.

PAIRING: Tyler Bate  x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3633K+… yeah so.. I get really into these things, okay?? I apologize… Not really??

VIDEO INSPO: >> right here bbies <<

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Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

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My Side of the Story

This is my entry for the “Request2Write” side of @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s 2K Follower Celebration. We had two prompts to work with: a song and a dialogue line. My song was “My Side of the Story” by Hodges (link below) and my line will be bolded within the story. 

Song Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccuW5O0p_OI

Summary: The reader abandons the Winchesters, almost costing Sam his life in the process… but there are two sides to every story and the brothers only know the one.

Word Count: 4100-ish

Pairing: Dean x Reader (kinda… it’s complicated)

Warnings: SPN level violence, language, angst

A/N: First off, if you don’t already follow @whispersandwhiskerburn you should really get on that. Seriously, people. You’re missing out. Second, I gotta warn you that I might be a bit rusty as this is my first fic in awhile but I do have a part two in mind if you guys like this one so let me know!  Feedback appreciated as always.

Originally posted by thejabberwock

“Sam? Y/N?”

Dean had his gun raised as he entered the log cabin, having sent Cas around back incase there were any demons left trying to escape. In all honesty, Y/N and his brother should have been able to take them all out by now but Dean knew that it never hurt to take precautions.

It seemed quiet enough as he walked further into the house, conducting a quick sweep of the main floor. But the quiet did little to easy his nerves. In fact, he found himself growing more and more uneasy as he made his way through the rooms.

There shouldn’t have been this many demons. Dean had already come across six bodies and he hadn’t even made it upstairs. He found a bit of comfort in the fact that none of them had been Y/N or his brother, but the car they had hot-wired to get there was still parked out front so they should have responded when he called. Yet the house remained quiet while Dean’s mind screamed at him that something was wrong.

The upstairs consisted of three rooms and Dean had to step over a seventh body lying in the hallway as he made his way over to the first open door. As his eyes drifted past an eighth lying face down in the center of the room, they soon locked on a bloodied Sam, slumped against the far wall while another corpse rested beside him with Ruby’s knife protruding from it’s chest. Dean was across the room in seconds, sliding to his knees at his brothers side and pulling his face up to look at him.

“Sammy? Sam, hey, look at me.” Dean lightly tapped at his face, voice growing more desperate the longer his brother’s eyes remained closed. “Sam!”

Dean moved a hand to Sam’s neck, frantically searching for a pulse with his fingers.

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Scott Pilgrim VS The World Sentence Meme

     "So you’ve been out of high school for like thirteen years.“
     "If your life had a face, I would punch it.”
     "Are you really happy or just really evil?“
     "Before you hear some dirty lies from someone else, yes, I’m dating a 17 year old." 
     "You’re totally my bitch forever." 
     "That gossipy bitch.”
     "Are you legitimately moving on, or is this just you being insane?“
     "You’re too good for him. Run.”
     "Does that mean we can make out?“ 
     "We don’t use the E-word in this house.”
     "Weren’t you supposed to take your fake high-school girlfriend to the library an hour ago?“
     "At least it’ll give us something to complain about.”
     "I have to go pee due to boredom. 
     "I’ll leave you alone forever now.“ 
     "Dude, she’s totally real!”
     "She’s got some battle scars, dude.“
     "Guess who’s drunk!”
     "Can I pretend we’re talking about a guy?“ 
     "Amazon.ca. What’s the website for that?”
     "It’s amazing what we can do with computers these days.“
     "Great story, man.”
     "I forgot you guys don’t have those in Canada.“
     "I think ’act of God’ is a pretty decent excuse for a lousy date.”
     "Did I say date? Slip of the tongue.“ 
     "I reserve the right to change my mind about the sex later.”
     "Wow. Girl number.“
     "Is that seriously the end of the story?”
     "Watch out! It’s that one guy!“
     "Didn’t you get my email explaining the situation?”
     "Pirates are in this year.“ 
     "Sweet! Coins." 
     "Tell your gay friends I said bye." 
     "So, what you’re saying right now is that we’re dating?”
     "I don’t want you gaying up the place.“ 
     "I didn’t make up the gay handbook. If you have problem with it, take it up with Liberace’s ghost.”
     "You suck. Surprising no one.“
     "I was thinking we should break up. Or whatever.”
     "Can’t believe you worried about me gaying up the place.“ 
     "Bread makes you fat?!”
     "She dumped him. It was brutal.“ 
     "I sort of feel like I’m on drugs when I’m with you.”
     "I want to have his adopted babies.“ 
     "We had drama. Or maybe it was math. I just remember there being a lot of drama.”
     "The only thing keeping me and her apart is the two minutes it’s gonna take to kick your ass.“ 
     "Some kind of competish you are.”
     "Ask him how it feels to always get his sloppy seconds.“ 
     "You know what really sucks? Everything." 
     "You punched me in the boob!”
     "Is there anywhere you don’t work?!“
     "I hear the girl who kicked your heart in the ass is walking the streets of Toronto again." 
     "I don’t think anything can get in the way of how I—SHIT.”
     "You left me for someone I’ve never even seen.“
     "Is the news that we suck? Because I don’t think I can take it." 
     "She has to go. She knows we suck.”
     "Did I fucking stutter?“
     "I like your outfit. Affordable?" 
     "I’m not afraid to hit a girl. I’m a rock star." 
     "He punched the highlights out of her hair!
     "You cocky cock! You’ll pay for your crimes against humanity!" 
     "Short answer: being vegan just makes you better than most people." 
     "I’ve dabbled in being a bitch.”
     "Don’t you talk to me about grammar.“
     "Sounds like someone wants to get funky." 
     "It’s milk and eggs, bitch.”
     "Sorry? You just headbutted my boyfriend so hard he burst.“
     "For the record. I’m so pissed off for you right now.”
     "So far, you’re not a total ass.“ 
     "Well, honey, I’m a little bifurious.”
     "Back off, hasbien.“ 
     "Kick her in the balls!”
     "I don’t think I can hit a girl. They’re soft.“
     "Fight your own battles, lazy ass!”
     "Your BF is about to get effed in the B.“
     "You’re just another evil ex waiting to happen." 
     "Not only do I want to take part, I want to take them apart.”
     "Your bad is saying ‘My bad.’“
     "I’m in lesbians with you.”
     "Presumably, you just saw some guy’s junk, and I apologize for that.“
     "What a perfect asshole. Forget what I said earlier. Finish him.”
     "There’s no use crying over spilled coke, buddy.“
     "You can cheat on these ladies all you like, but you can’t cheat death.”
     "You made me swallow gum. It’s gonna be in my digestive track for seven years!“
     "I should thank you though. For being the nicest guy I ever dated.”
     "I’ll be fine. I’m too cool for you anyway.“

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You guys should watch this new music video by CoCo Avenue, the song is called Eottae , it’s amazing, seriously! And they’re singing in Korean and English.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMFadT61tVA

Out of the Egg. (Jungkook x Reader) Part 6 FINALE

“The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world.” – Demian by Hermann Hesse

Jungkook x Reader; (with the rest of the BTS members here and there)

Fluff, Suspense, Angst; mentions of violence, death, sexual harassment (briefly), and warfare

War/ Rebellion Au

Summary: The world you had once known is now bare and rotting with evil. Families were torn, houses were burned, and businesses were shattered by the Oppressors. In your world, there were only two possibilities – if you weren’t working with them, you were owned by them. However, a new faction arises that sings of hope and taking back the world that was once for the people, calling themselves “The Changers”. Although you tried to go unnoticed by either of them, out of fear of being killed or captured, you soon find yourself deep in the middle of the rebellion after an unexpected encounter.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 (Finale)

A/N: Thank you everyone for the support and love for this story ~ honestly it was a different genre that I hadn’t really tried before so I’m so happy you all enjoyed it x) !! <3  

Originally posted by jjks

          Jungkook grabbed your hand tightly as he supervised Hoseok, who was using Namjoon’s gadget to melt down the iron bars making up the entrance of the prison camp.

           You were weary and numb. Yoongi had patched up your wounded arm roughly and Jungkook had thrown his clothes on top of you, but you felt neither cold nor pain. You clutched Tae’s name tag in your free hand firmly, not wanting to come to terms that he was really gone.

           Jungkook was most likely keeping you close because he knew you weren’t stable at the moment, and you were thankful for his considerate, subtle actions. He had always been that way. He knew when to speak and when to just act. He gave your hand a little squeeze, causing you to look up just in time to see the prisoners’ faces as they were finally freed.

           Some of the soldiers dropped to their knees as they were reunited with their family members and friends. The other soldiers glowingly watched the visible happiness and relief that overwhelmed the prisoners of this war.

           "We saved them, Y/N.“ Jungkook smiled sadly.

           And you knew exactly what he was feeling in that moment.

           You gripped his hand tighter and leaned your face into his shoulder. Because you knew that this meant everything was truly over. The fighting, the hiding, the living in fear. And while that was something to celebrate, you both couldn’t help but feet empty in the midst of people rejoicing. For while you fought to regain freedom, you had lost so many in the process. You both no longer had any family to come home to. Your parents, Jungkook’s brother, his parents, B, Taehyung…none of them could be returned. And most of all, the people you had once been before the war would never surface again. The scars were too deep and the price of victory steep.

           You wept into his shoulder, even though you thought you had no more tears left to cry. Jungkook turned and pulled you into his chest warmly.

           "You saved me, you saved us all.” he whispered into your hair, and his words had you sobbing even harder.

           "Is he–“ Jimin’s voice cut into your crying.

           You heard his ragged breathing, figuring that he had run right over once he made sure everything was taken care of at the entrance of Capitol City. You pulled away from Jungkook sluggishly and stared at Jimin devastated, knowing your face would reveal it all.

           "Is he…is Tae really…”

           You watched Jimin’s face contort into one of undeniable pain and sorrow. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground. Wailing, you lunged down and enveloped him in your arms. He gripped you tightly and you both cried together, finding comfort in each other, in the memory of your friendship with Tae, because you two had been the closest to him.

           "I’m so sorry…so sorry.“ Your voice trembled.

           Hoseok and Jin soon joined you two in the embrace, all mourning the loss of one of your family members.

           Yoongi frowned as he slid beside Jungkook. The Leader knew exactly what he was thinking from the little wrinkle knit between his brows.

           "I know.” Jungkook hummed. “But it’s not the time and place to discuss it.”

           Yoongi nodded understandably. “What do you want me to do?”

           "Call Namjoon hyung. We have a lot of work to do and he’s probably worried as heck.“

           Yoongi chuckled and hurried off to follow his orders.

           Deciding you were in good hands with the other guys, Jungkook went over to tend to the malnourished and weak prisoners with the rest of his soldiers. But the atmosphere of positivity was soon broken when loud, angry voices were heard from a distance. Jungkook stood up, peering over to see what the commotion was about. A few of his soldiers were returning from the Capitol, dragging bounded and clearly wounded bodies of surviving Oppressor soldiers. He walked over to you and the other guys, gently laying a hand on your shoulder.

           "All of you get back.” he instructed in a serious tone.

           Jimin and Hoseok grabbed your hand obediently, pulling you away to the safety of the other soldiers and freed prisoners of war.

           "What’s going on here?“ Jungkook questioned sternly.

           "We caught them, roughed them up a bit, and figured we’d put on a show while killing them.” One of the soldiers grinned maniacally.  

           Jungkook furrowed his brow. “What were my orders?”

           "Capture any Oppressors, disarm them, and bring them straight to you.“

           "Nowhere in my statement did I tell you to torture them.”

           "But…weren’t we just rounding them up to slaughter them in front of the prisoners?“ another soldier spoke up.

           Jungkook shook his head. "That’s not what we’re going to do.”

           "LEADER. WHY?“ Another soldier stepped forward, distraught. "After everything they put us through? And how many people they killed? They were going to massacre those prisoners too! We NEED to show them who has the power here!”

           "We don’t NEED to do anything with them.“ Jungkook frowned. "Why do you feel the need the kill? It won’t make anyone feel better.”

           "They could just rise up to power again! We need to kill all of them before they get to us!“ the soldiers complained.

           One of the soldiers shoved his way up to the front, holding his gun tightly and dragging an Oppressor into view.

           "If the Leader is too much of a coward to do it, then I’ll shoot them all myself!”

           The Oppressor soldier winced and shut his eyes in fright, but no gun shot was fired.

           "Did you just call the Leader a coward?“ a rough, dangerous voice resounded in the silence.

           Everyone was waiting with bated breath for the events to unfold.

           You gripped your friends’ hands tightly as you watched Min Yoongi holding a knife against that soldier’s throat.

           "Move that gun, and this knife slices across your neck.” Yoongi threatened.

           "What’re you guys? Are you secret Oppressors, huh?“ the soldier chuckled at Yoongi and Jungkook in disbelief.

           "I should be asking you that. Why are you all so eager to kill them? Afraid they’ll blow your cover?” Yoongi smirked.

           "Yoongi.“ Jungkook stated seriously, giving him a firm look.

           Yoongi exhaled and stepped away from the soldier, irritated. "I swear I leave for a few minutes and there’s another attempt at a turn over.”

           Jungkook sighed and stepped forward, addressing everyone.

           "Massacre. Destruction. Unfair judgment. Fear. Bloodlust. Distrust. This is exactly what brought the Oppressors to power. I witness firsthand that these things were their driving force. Even amongst the highest ranks of Oppressors, they plotted assassinations. They killed for pleasure and for their own selfish needs. They didn’t believe in anyone else but themselves. They were secretive, manipulative, and used their power and authority to make people act against their will.“

           He turned to the Changer soldiers who were slowly loosening their hold on the captives.

           "If we succumb to that and let vengeance and the need to display our power and control through murder and torture take over, we wouldn’t be any different from the very people we were trying to get rid of a few hours ago.

           Do you think those you are seeking revenge for would be happy watching you kill these men? Do you think they sacrificed themselves for you to massacre Oppressors instead? I, for one, do not believe that any of the loved ones we’ve lost wanted that from us. I, for one, am not stooping down to their level. I didn’t put my life on the line countless of times just to become exactly what we fought against. I’m not starting this New World with more unnecessary deaths. Anyone who has a problem with that can step forward and speak up.”

           The soldiers placed their guns down in shame. Jungkook glanced at Yoongi, who pouted and forcibly put his knife away too.

           "We’ll leave it to the Security team and the Scholars to interrogate the Oppressors with our lie detector system. They will fairly enact punishments accordingly. But first and foremost, we have to take care of our own. These prisoners have faced far worst conditions than we have.“  

           Jungkook turned and locked eyes with you, as if seeking your approval. You smiled proudly. He truly was a fantastic leader and had grown up to be such an admirable man.

           But suddenly, your image of him became blurred, and your body seemed to have realized that it was running on no sleep and food, and solely on emotional energy. No longer having control over your limbs, you watched the world turn upside down and fade to black.


           You woke up in the fairly familiar setting of Namjoon’s hospital room. But being there made you wonder if you had dreamt the entire ending of the war or if it had, in fact, taken place.

           "Oh, you’re awake.”

           Namjoon waltzed in with a gentle smile. “Feeling better?”

           You glanced down at your arms; one had an IV drip inserted into it, and the other was professionally bandaged. You returned his smile and nodded.

           "Much.“ You hesitated. "Um…what happened?”

           He sat down and rolled his chair over to your bedside.

           "Well, we won the war thanks to you. We freed the prisoners, and then you fainted because you pushed your body to its limit, especially in your condition. Not many pregnant women can say they singlehandedly infiltrated enemy territory and bravely lured the main leader of the evil forces into an ambush.“

           Namjoon winked at you playfully. You chuckled briefly then your face fell as the events that had taken place flooded back to you. After a few seconds of silence, you finally managed to ask the question on your mind.

           "And is Tae…?” You bit your lip.

           Namjoon smiled sadly, “I buried him next to his flower, as per his request.”

           Your eyes watered and you clutched your blanket. He really was gone.

           "Before you all left, he asked me to give you something.“ Namjoon stood up and walked into his little office inside the room.

           When he came out, he was holding a small pot holding the same kind of flower that Tae had showed you before. Namjoon placed it by your bedside and sat down. With your hands shaking, you reached out to touch its beautiful petals.

           "He had another seed in his pocket when he came to the city, but he was saving it to plant after the war was over.” Namjoon explained. “But when he found out you were pregnant, he immediately asked me to help him grow it. He wanted to gift it to you whenever the child was born. But when your unit was called forth, he requested that, if anything should happen to him and he didn’t come back, I give it to you.”

           Then he pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to you. “He also wrote a letter for each of you.”

           You pressed it against your chest warmly. Taehyung had left so many pieces of himself behind.

           "I’ll read it when I’m ready to.“ You hummed and Namjoon nodded, understanding that you weren’t ready to confront the fresh scars just yet.

           He simply switched topics to get your mind off of Taehyung considerately.

           "I assumed you haven’t told Jungkook about his child yet.” Namjoon rolled his chair to grab your files on the counter and returned to you. “He kept asking all sorts of questions about your well-being and what you had been up to during his absence.”

           You smiled, blushing. “Well we didn’t exactly get to catch up with everything…”

           "No, I suppose not.“ Namjoon grinned.

           "How is the baby?” You glanced at him worriedly, fear crawling up your skin. “Did I push it too far? Did I…”

           Namjoon reached for your hand to compose you. “The baby is actually, and impressively, quite healthy and strong. It’s growing well without any complications. It seems to have really taken after you and Jungkook.”

           You breathed out in relief. “Oh thank goodness.”

           "Y/N.“ Namjoon smiled happily. "Would you like to know the baby’s gender?”


            Jungkook exhaled as he fixed his hair in front of the mirror. Namjoon had moved him into a room in HQ, knowing he’d want to be as close to the hospital rooms as possible. But the room was far too spacious for his taste. There was a large space between his closet, his mirror, his table, and the bed. Though, he shouldn’t really be complaining about having too much space – that was just ungrateful. Deep down he knew it only really felt empty because you weren’t around. He wanted to hurry up and see you, to hold you soon.

           But another day of tending to the wounded and hearing about their strife awaited him. Not that he minded all too much, but it was more of Namjoon’s thing. He would rather be out with the other soldiers building new houses or doing some sort of physical labor. But he knew he was the Leader of the Changers, and it was one of his duties.

           Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on his door.

           "Come in.“ he called as he threw on a white t-shirt.

           The eldest Council member slowly entered his room. Jungkook bowed deeply and offered him a seat. The old man exhaled as he settled into the chair.

           "Well done young Leader.” he smiled. “We both know I had my reservations about you, but you truly have proved me wrong.”

           Jungkook bowed his head shyly. “No, I even doubted myself. Do not worry about the past.”

           The old man chuckled, “And luckily, I see the rest of the Council members returned as well, except for one.”

           Jungkook looked down sadly, “He died in the final battle inside the Capitol.”

           After a brief pause, the old man exhaled, “Well it seems he didn’t carry out his mission in the end.”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened in realization, and his head immediately shot up. He inhaled sharply as a gun was quickly pressed into his forehead.

           "What…“ he exhaled.

           "You weren’t supposed to live after the victory was guaranteed you see.” the old man smirked. “You would’ve been remembered as a valiant Leader had you died during the battle, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to spin you into a traitor.”

           "What’s the meaning of this?“ Jungkook frowned.

           His hands subtly glided down his pants, but he had no weapons on his person. He was in a pinch.

           "We never intended you or D to gain leadership of the New World.” the old man explained. His facade of being weak and frail had quickly been cast aside. Jungkook realized that he was actually spritely for his wrinkled, aged appearance. “We merely used both of you as pawns. Regardless of who won, we would’ve gotten rid of both of you, so that we could rise to power in the end.”

           "And what makes you so fit for power?“

           "You’re both fools who trusted people so easily. You and D. If you hadn’t killed him, he would’ve gotten assassinated or spun as a traitor by his own officials, just like you’re going to be. And I will set this New World into a New Age. Everyone will live under my absolute reign. They’ll have enough to live on, but they shall be in such fear that they will do whatever I order. Everyone will live of course, as long as they follow what I say. I mean, isn’t that what it means to be a ruler? To rule over the people. To have the highest power over others. I will be both revered and feared!”

           "No one will worship you.“ Jungkook spat.

           "Well, you won’t be alive to find out.” the old man cackled. “Because you’re the only one standing in my way.”

           Jungkook stared at him defiantly, watching his finger locked around the trigger. But before he could press it, the old man collapsed to the ground with a loud thud. Jungkook’s eyes widened as he noticed the clean bullet hole lodged in the old man’s forehead. He whipped his head around in time to see Yoongi hop out of the vent in his room. Exhaling in both terrified amusement and relief, he melted in his chair. He didn’t even realize he had been holding his breath.

           "Holy shit.“ he lay a hand on his chest, his heart still racing.

           Yoongi grinned cheekily as he stood in front of Jungkook. "That’s like the billionth time I saved you, Mr. Leader. Who’s truly the most superior of us two?”

           "How did you–?“ Jungkook questioned.

           "It wasn’t me.” Yoongi waved his hand and slung his gun proudly over his shoulder. “Namjoon warned me to keep an eye out for the old man too. And luckily, I made it here in time to save your ass.”

           Jungkook grinned. “Do you actually love me, hyung?”

           Yoongi rolled his eyes and huffed, “Don’t flatter yourself. It was your brother’s last wish, and I’m sure B would come back and haunt me if I let you die by the gun of that wrinkled prune.”

           Jungkook lunged forward to hug Yoongi tightly, while the latter flailed to get away from his embrace.

           "I swear! You and your girlfriend keep attacking me with affection! Just go hug each other and leave me out of it!“ he protested but Jungkook smiled and held on gratefully.

           "It’s cause you’re so cute, hyung. You’ll for sure be the godfather of our children!”

           Yoongi raised an eyebrow at Jungkook and the younger tilted his head curiously. “What?”

           Yoongi snorted and shook his head. “Nothing. I’ll dispose of this body. You need to go greet your people.”

           Jungkook groaned. “Oh man…”

           "Some Leader you are.“ Yoongi chuckled as he shoved Jungkook towards the door.

           Jungkook turned and grinned at Yoongi. "Hyung.”

           "What?“

           "I’m glad I trusted you all those years ago.”

           Yoongi chuckled. “You should be, you brat.”

           “Thank you.” Jungkook’s brother smiled. His hand limply reached out for B’s. Jungkook shut his eyes, trying not to break down, and helped them intertwine fingers.

           "I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you hyung.“ Jungkook whispered as he turned B’s face towards his brother’s so it would be the last thing he saw.

           Jungkook wept as he continued to press B’s and his brother’s hands together, covering them with his own. But in the midst of his sobbing, he felt a piece of paper stuck inside B’s lifeless hand.

           "Kook, we have to get out of here.” Yoongi placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

           Grabbing the paper as he continued weeping, he stuffed it into his pocket and let Yoongi drag him away.

           It wasn’t until a week or two later that he rediscovered B’s note in his uniform pocket. Upon reading its content, he hurried over to Yoongi’s room and dragged him all the way to Namjoon’s lab.

           "What the hell, Kook?“ Yoongi growled and shoved him away. "What’s your problem?”

           Jungkook glanced at Namjoon and Yoongi seriously. “I’m trusting you two.”

           Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “A pretty terrible idea, considering I don’t like you very much.”

           "That’s exactly why I’m trusting you.“ Jungkook stated firmly while smiling. "You’re not one for underhanded deceptions and lying, hyung.”

           Yoongi furrowed his brow at his answer.  

           "Well, what are you trusting us with exactly?“ Namjoon questioned nervously.

           "Your lab has no cameras or anything right?”

           "No.“ Namjoon chuckled. "I designed it as such.”

           "Good.“ Jungkook pulled the paper out of his pocket.

           The other two scooted closer.

           "When we went on the rescue mission, I found this in B’s hand.” Jungkook breathed. “I was such a mess back then and when I got back that I had forgotten about it until now.”

           "A piece of paper?“ Yoongi was skeptical.

           "She wrote something in it.” Jungkook continued as he unfolded it. “Read it.”

           Yoongi and Namjoon scanned the paper and their eyes widened.

           "Jungkook, what…“ Namjoon exhaled, shocked.

           "It’s her handwriting right?” Jungkook looked to confirm it with Yoongi, who nodded, still staring at the familiar cursive.

           "It’s hers alright.“ Yoongi stated. "But this is just…”

           Jungkook grabbed the paper and held it over one of Namjoon’s candles.

           "What’re you doing?!“ Yoongi bellowed.

           "No one else can know but us three, okay?” Jungkook frowned. “If what it says is true, which it has to be considering B protected this information with her life, then we can’t trust anyone else readily. I need to get rid of this evidence. It has to stay between us three.”

           Namjoon nodded, “I agree.”

           Yoongi clenched his fist angrily, realizing exactly what the message meant. He glanced at the other two with a fiery look. “What do we do?”

           "I have a crazy plan.“ Jungkook smiled weakly. "But it’s going to require us to be at the top; we need power and authority.”

           Yoongi scoffed half-heartedly and crossed his arms, “Well, that was my aim all along anyway.”

           "What’s the plan?“ Namjoon asked.

           "We all get on the Council. If one of us becomes Leader, it’ll be even better.”

           Yoongi smiled as he recalled that exact day. On that very day, he had been contemplating some dark, harmful thoughts in his room. The pain that came with the loss of the only person he had considered a friend and family at the time was overwhelming, and he no longer felt that he had any motivation, desire, or purpose left to live.

           In one fell swoop though, Jungkook had literally dragged him out of his room, figuratively out of his thoughts, and unknowingly embraced him as a close trusted friend, despite everything. Jungkook had saved him from throwing away his life, gave him a new purpose and a place to belong– beside him and Namjoon.

           Once Jungkook left the room, Yoongi kicked the lifeless corpse in front of him.

           "It was you wasn’t it, old man? The one who betrayed B and gave her false information?“

           He exhaled and looked up at the ceiling sadly, remembering the last words he had seen from B.

           Scribbled on the paper that had saved both his and Jungkook’s lives, and in turn, salvaged the future of the New World, read:

           There’s a third party within the Changers. Beware my loves.  

           "You knew we’d find you, huh?” Yoongi chuckled to himself. “Truly a genius strategist until the very end.”  


           You were trying to draw Tae’s flower to pass the time when Jungkook peeked his head into your hospital room. It had been a few days since the war ended and you were beginning to wonder if you were going to see him in any time soon. So without a second thought, you chucked your pencil and paper to the side at the sight of him, and outstretched your arms welcomingly. You knew he had been going through so much lately. He still had to carry a heavy burden, despite the war being over. He easily slipped into your embrace and settled his face into the crook of your neck. You heard him sigh and relax into you.    

           "I’m so, so proud of you, Jungkook.“ You whispered as you stroked his hair.

           "I’m so sorry.” he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “I’m sorry I left you like that. I’m sorry I made you cry and worry.”

           You shut your eyes and inhaled, letting his familiar scent invade your senses. “I missed you.”

           "I missed you so much.“ He pulled back a little so he could study your face intently.

           You cupped his face lovingly and smiled. You two were finally together, and nothing was going to separate you again.  

           He traced your arms carefully, and you knew he was scanning your body for injuries.

           "He didn’t touch me.” You answered knowingly. “I know you’re worried whether the official had his way with me or–”

           You couldn’t finish your statement because he crashed his lips onto yours roughly. You gasped for air as you heatedly returned his fervor. Carefully, he pushed your body down onto your bed as he climbed over you, lips still locked.

           "Don’t remind me of that.“ he growled, his breath ghosting your face. "I was about to go insane at the thought of someone else touching you.”

           You nodded as you pulled him down to continue your make-out. His hands made their way down to your waist, and you suddenly remembered that you had been keeping something quite important from him.

           Gently, you placed your hands on his chest and pushed him back. Panting and flushed, he looked at you worriedly.

           "Are you okay? Does something hurt?“ he frowned.

           You smiled and shook your head. You shimmied your way to sit up and he did the same, bringing your legs up to rest over his thighs. Although you were sure he was puzzled by your actions, he patiently waited for your explanation.

           "Jungkook.”

           "Hm?“ his eyes landed on you curiously.

           "Don’t freak out okay?” You reached out for his hand and he held on obediently.

           "Um it depends what you’re going to tell me…“ he hummed as he drew circles into the back of your hand with his thumb.

           "So you remember the night you left?”

           He smiled dreamily and nodded. “Of course. How could I forget?”

           He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “It was amazing.”

           You blushed shyly. “Well…there’s something you should know about that night…”

           He furrowed his brow, not catching on. As quick-witted Jungkook was on the battlefield, he was always fairly oblivious when it came to women and relationships. You took a deep breath and squeezed his hand gently before finally confessing,

           "Jungkook, I’m pregnant.“

           He stared at you dumbfounded, probably waiting for you to tell him that you were kidding or something. But you watched him intently, waiting for the news to truly sink in. He blinked a couple of times then gasped.

           "WHAT? AND YOU CAME ONTO THE BATTLEFIELD?!”

           You rolled your eyes. “Seriously? THAT’S the first thing you say?!”

           Jungkook stared at the empty space in front of him clearly flabbergasted. “Well I - what –what– WHAT?”

           You chuckled, holding onto his hand, figuring you should give him some time to process the information before expecting him to be coherent. So you answered his question in the meanwhile, “I wanted to guarantee a better future for our child…I couldn’t give birth, only to have them suffer or trained to be a soldier…you know. So that’s why I knew I had to go into battle.”

           Jungkook laughed loudly, the news finally processing, and then exhaled in awe, “Oh my god. I’m going to be a father? We’re going to be parents?!”

           Your lips curled up, happy that he had taken it positively. You were worried he wasn’t going to want the responsibility when he had so much on his plate already.

           "I know you have a lot to do as Leader, so don’t worry too much about me. I have it planned out and the boys will be there if anything. I know you’re going to be busy and –“

           He pulled you onto his lap and hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head repeatedly.

           "No way, Y/N. I’m going to be there with you two every step of the way!” he breathed and tightened his hold on you, as if he wanted your bodies to meld into one. You smiled in amusement. You could feel the genuine emotion behind his voice and his actions, and soon, you felt his tears trickle down against your cheek. “I’m so happy, Y/N. I’m so, so happy. That’s our child. Our child. Our little Jeon.”

           Then he pulled your bodies apart hurriedly. You watched his brows knit together curiously.

           "But that was so dangerous, going into battle! You both could’ve been in serious danger! No, you WERE in danger! What were Yoongi and Namjoon thinking?!“

           You pinched his cheeks and wiped his tears away, chuckling. "Pick an emotion Jungkook. Are you happy, sad, or angry?”

           "Ugh, I’m all three.“ he sniffled. "Why do you always make me so soft?”

           You laughed as you kissed him sweetly. You truly loved this man so much.


           A few weeks later, with the resemblance of a bustling town finally forming on the surface, the day came to inaugurate the leader of the New World.

           You were discharged a day or two after Jungkook’s visit, and had immediately taken to helping out with building rapport with the people, trying to hear out their complaints, their suggestions, and their requests with Namjoon. In the meanwhile Jungkook, Yoongi, and the other soldiers were helping out with the manual labor and protection of the city. So it wasn’t odd that when Inauguration Day came, you were greeting people easily by name. And while walking away, you made sure to remind Jungkook about their names and details about them.

           "A good leader needs to know his people’s names, Jungkook.“ You scolded as you two made your way into his waiting room for the big day.

           "Y/N. There is no way I’m going to remember everyone’s name. I’ve been their Leader for a year or two now, and I honestly don’t recall half their faces.” Jungkook groaned as you fixed his tie.

           "Alright, well at least remember SOMETHING about them. Like their hair color, their eyes, so they can see that you actually like them and care for them.“

           He exhaled. "How about I just say hi to them for now? I’ll work on it. I’m not too good with people yet.”

           You chuckled as you straightened out his bangs gently. “Deal. Since I know you’re fairly shy and introverted.”

           "Thank you.“ He kissed you lightly and stepped back, buttoning up his sleek black suit jacket. "Well? How do I look? I haven’t worn one of these…ever…actually. This is fancy.”

           You smiled. “Handsome. As always.”

           A faint blush dusted his cheeks and he shied away at your straight forward compliment. His moments of rare vulnerability and shyness always made your heart flutter. You would’ve attacked him right then and there, was he not about to go on stage in front of thousands of people. You didn’t want to dishevel the appearance you had been straightening out in the first place. You giggled to yourself; that would have to wait until later.

           "Nervous?“

           Jungkook grabbed your hand and shook his head. "Not really.”

           "Do you have a speech planned or did Namjoon write it for you?“

           He chuckled, "I wrote it myself this time.”

           "Wowww.“ You nudged. "I’m impressed.”

           He rolled his eyes. “No faith in me.”

           You laughed, “Well the last time I saw you making a speech was in school, and you were so shy that you had to present facing the chalkboard.”

           "No.“ He tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed your shoulders warmly as he grinned. "The last time you saw me make a speech was the day we were reunited, and you thought I was so chic and manly, you immediately fell in love with me at the podium.”

           You squinted your eyes. “Are you sure we’re thinking of the same moment? I don’t recall that ever happening.”

           He wrapped his arms around your waist and scrunched his face. “So you didn’t fall in love with me when I saved you and then when I was addressing people coolly?”

           You shook your head as you slipped your arms under his, encircling his body too. “No, I’m pretty sure I was already in love with you when we were kids.”

           Jungkook chuckled and kissed your forehead. “Then why didn’t you say anything, silly?”

           "You didn’t say anything either.“ You pouted and blushed. "How was I supposed to know when you started seeing me as a lover instead of a friend?”

           Jungkook’s lips curled up, “Do you remember when you cried to me the first time?”

           You looked to the ceiling, giving it serious thought. “When you found me on the swing after I got scolded badly?”

           Jungkook nodded.

           "Was that when you fell in love with me?“

           "Hmm…” Jungkook hummed. “Who knows?”

           You raised an eyebrow. “Then why bring it up?”

           He swayed your bodies side to side slowly. “You remember the conversation we had?”

           You smiled and nodded.

           “Y/N!” Jungkook panted as he hurried over to your lonely figure on the swing. “You can’t be out alone so late! It’s dangerous! And everyone’s so worried.”

           He knelt in front of you because you were staring intently down at the ground, trying to hold back your tears. You twisted the swing, not wanting him to see you and clearly wanting to be by yourself.

           But Jungkook had no intention of leaving you alone; he walked around and squatted in front of you again. He was determined to find out what happened. You were usually such an obedient child and you were always close and loving with your parents. This type of behavior was so unexpected that your parents had enlisted his help to find you. When he heard that you had run out of the house after yelling at and arguing with your parents, he stumbled out of his apartment hurriedly, not worrying about putting on proper shoes or a jacket.

           "Hey. What happened?“ he asked gently, hugging his knees to keep warm as he looked up at you intently, trying to catch a glimpse of your face.

           You sniffled. "I don’t want to talk about it.”

           Jungkook nodded and waddled over, tilting his head to peek up at you. “Can I at least see that you’re really Y/N?”

           You lifted your head and furrowed your brows at him, irritated. “I don’t need your teasing right now, Jungkook.”

           He frowned, seeing you weren’t in the best mood. “Well what do you need from me right now? I’ll give it to you.”

           He watched you stare at him for a few seconds, contemplating. Then he blinked as you untwisted your swing, your back now facing him, and outstretched your hand. His lips curled up understandably. He sat in the adjacent swing and grabbed your hand silently. You both sat in the stillness of that night for a few minutes without saying a word.

           "Kookie…“ He turned to you, finally hearing your voice.

           "Hm?” he hummed as he watched your side profile.

           "I said some bad things to people.“ You admitted.

           "Define bad?”

           "When I was shopping for groceries earlier, I heard some people making fun of my parents. And I don’t know…“ He felt you squeeze his hand tighter and he spotted your eyes glistening. "It just hurt to hear that. They always work so hard for me, and they didn’t deserve to be looked down on. And I just started saying bad things back to them and if my parents didn’t drag me away, I would’ve fought someone.”

           Jungkook smiled and stood in front of you. “And? Why did you run out of the house?”

           "Because my parents scolded me and I was so frustrated. I was only defending them! Why were they getting mad at me, but they didn’t budge at the other people? Why was it so wrong to speak up? Why do people have to judge others like that?“ Tears streamed down your face as you broke down. "Then I started wondering why people at school bullied me and I got sad because I thought if I was so mad at my parents for this one time, you were probably so fed up with me. Because you’re always defending me but I tell you to stop because I was so worried they’d target you next or you’d get hurt cause of me. Then I was like ‘ah that’s exactly what my parents were thinking’. And I just–”

           You leaned forward and sobbed into his stomach. Jungkook stroked your hair gently.

           "You’re not wrong, Y/N. No one but those people who degraded you and your parents without knowing you was wrong. Anybody who makes assumptions without knowing the person is definitely wrong.“

           "I’m just so frustrated, Jungkook. I’m so angry and I feel so upset.” You clutched at his shirt.

           He pried your hands off of his waist and squatted in front of you so he could see your tear-stricken face clearly.

           "Well, what kind of place do you want the world to be Y/N?“ he smiled gently.

           He caressed your face warmly as you stared up at him lovingly.

           "It was thanks to you that I didn’t get corrupted as a Leader.”

           You looked at him inquisitively.

           "Because I always remembered your answer, and I always told myself that regardless of where you were and what happened to you, I wanted you to be proud of me. I wanted to gift you the kind of world that you wanted to see when we were kids.“

           Your eyes watered as you saw the pure expression of gentleness and love displayed on his face.

           "Y/N.” he blushed shyly and averted his gaze.

           "Yes?“

           "I know…you might’ve wanted something fancy…and you probably wanted a ring…and stuff…” he fumbled, and your heart raced as you realized what he was getting at. “And right now may not be the best time…ah maybe I should’ve done it later…but then again, it’s weird going back on it now…”

           You grabbed his lapel and pulled him down roughly, capturing his lips with yours. He tensed up at first, surprised by your aggressive attack, but he soon eased into the kiss, tilting his head to deepen it.

           Breathing heavily, he rested his forehead against yours, “Will you marry me, Y/N?”

           You beamed and nodded fervently. “Yes, Jeon Jungkook. Yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”

           Jungkook laughed happily, relieved.

           "You gave me a New World.“ You wrapped your arms around his neck. "That’s more than I deserve.”

           He shook his head. “No, Y/N. You deserve the world.”

           Your lips curled up. You didn’t think it was fair for you to be so irreparably happy in this moment, but you were. And it only served to fill you with hope for what was to come.

           "Alright. If you lovebirds are finished sucking face.“ Yoongi lazily knocked on the already open door of the waiting room as he leaned against the door frame. "We have an inauguration to do.”

           "She said yes Yoongi!!“ Jungkook beamed ecstatically.

           Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Like she really was going to say no? She literally moped for a week when you left, then risked her life and your child’s to save your ass from the Capitol.” Then he paused. “No, actually I can see why she would say no. You’re a pain to handle. You have my permission to reject him, Y/N. Don’t answer too hastily. Think about it first.”

           You giggled as Jungkook pulled his hyung into a playful headlock and they began rough housing. The fighting hurriedly stopped though when Namjoon entered the room.

           "Everyone’s waiting Jungkook.“

           Jungkook grinned as he patted Namjoon’s shoulder. "Ready?”

           Namjoon smiled warmly, “Of course.”

           Yoongi grinned and you furrowed your brows, wondering what the three were silently communicating to each other.

           "I’ll be back wifey!“ Jungkook called out cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes. "Watch your cool fiancee on the podium!”

           Yoongi shoved him out the door, “Yeah, yeah. Just go. I’ll make sure your precious fiancee is watching.”

           Jungkook giggled and soon disappeared with Namjoon.    

           "Ready, shortie?“ Yoongi called out to you and you scurried to him.


           Jungkook exhaled deeply as he rolled his shoulders, waiting backstage.

           "You sure you don’t want my emergency speech?” Namjoon teased.

           Jungkook nudged him. “No hyung. I should at least do this much on my own.”

           "Ohhh~“ Namjoon cooed. "You’ve grown up, Jungkook.”

           Jungkook chuckled as the lights flashed onto the podium. “Well, wish me luck, hyung.”

           Namjoon shook his head. “You don’t need luck, you rascal.”

           "Probably not.“ Jungkook grinned cheekily as he stepped onto the stage.

           The entire congregation stood up. Applause and cheers erupted as he stepped up to the podium. He glanced down and spotted you beside Yoongi in the front row. He winked at you playfully, and it eased his nerves to see you flustered because of it. Raising his head confidently, he looked out towards the sea of people staring at him with bright eyes.

           Taking a deep breath, he began,

           "As many of you know, I’m Jeon Jungkook, Leader of the Changers. While many of you have rested our victory on my shoulders, I’m afraid that I cannot take the credit at all. While I may have been the face and some of the power behind the Changers, I did not do it alone. I would not be standing here before you and you in front of me, without each other, for every class in the City played an essential and significant role in this war. You all fought for your rights and freedom that you have regained by using your skills and talents. You all fought bravely and stood tall in the face of utter darkness and oppression.

           As one who has been there with you through it all, as one who has seen countless of battles these past few years, and as the last Leader of the Changers, I understand exactly the kind of person the people need to bring them forward into the New World. And what the people need from here on out is someone…not like me.”

           People murmured worriedly, and Jungkook smiled as he saw your puzzled expression.

           "From here on out, we will no longer be in a state of war. So what the people need is someone who understands peace, someone who is of the people, someone who has been with the people rather than on the battlefield. Someone who values life above all. While I will be the right-hand man who protects that value, I will not be the right man to lead you into the New World of Change.

           So with my remaining powers as Leader of the Changers, I bestow this position to someone I know will inarguably take this power with dignified class and a good heart. The person I believe will best suit this position is none other than my Advisor–the mind, heart and soul of the City– Kim Namjoon. The very man who instilled hope and fire in all of us through the dark times, who has insurmountable knowledge and has and will use it to bring out the best in all of us, for all of us.

           Everyone, I’d like you to welcome the Leader of the New World, Kim Namjoon.“


           "Namjoon-hyung. Yoongi-hyung.” Jungkook stated seriously in his room, a week or two after claiming the title of Leader. “I have another crazy plan. Will you listen?”

           "Well the first crazy plan did actually come true.“ Yoongi snorted. "What is it this time?”

           "If…“ Jungkook bit his lip. "If we really win during my reign or if Yoongi hyung, you end up stepping up to be Leader in my place, I want Namjoon hyung to take over once the war ends.”

           "What?“ Namjoon gasped. "ME? A leader? Oh no, no, no. I’m not a leader.”

           Jungkook laughed, “I think you’re more a leader than I am, hyung. And I believe that you’re our best chance at peace.”

           Yoongi nodded and smiled. “I agree.”

           Namjoon blushed. “I’m flattered but honestly, I don’t know the first thing about being a leader…”

           Jungkook laid a hand on his shoulder and smiled, “Just be yourself hyung. Yoongi hyung and I believe in you so until you see it inside yourself, we’ll keep reminding you.”

           Namjoon glanced at the two timidly. He was grateful for the confidence, but would he really be what was best for the world?

           "Tell you what, hyung.“ Jungkook grinned. "If Yoongi hyung and I really triumph over the Oppressors, then you’ll become Leader, okay?”

           Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “How does that work?”

           "Well you thought something along the lines that it would be 'impossible’ for you to be a good leader, right?“ Jungkook laughed. "If we accomplish something people thought would be 'impossible’ for us youngsters, then it wouldn’t really be impossible now would it?”

           Namjoon burst out laughing. “I get what you’re saying, but it’s ridiculous.”

           "So it’s a promise, okay?“ Jungkook grinned.

           "Alright.” Namjoon hooked his pinky around Jungkook’s. “Show me the impossible, kid.”

           Namjoon’s lips curled up. Jungkook and Yoongi really had showed him, and it was now his turn to live up to his end of the promise. If they had faith in him enough to win the war, then he really felt like he could do the impossible for them in return. Jungkook hugged him warmly as they passed each other on stage.

           "Now you could finally say your own speech.“ Jungkook winked teasingly.

           Namjoon chuckled as he walked to the podium.

           "Hello everyone. As Jungkook said, I’m Kim Namjoon. I’ve met so many of you and had the pleasure of conversing with you already, so it seems odd to be standing so far from you when I’m used to being face-to-face.” He laughed. “But as leader, I hope to continue being someone who will stand level with you all rather than above.”

           There was surprised and excited murmuring throughout the place.

           "We are at the crossroad between innocence & knowledge. It is not what has happened but what we will do, moving forward that will define us. For now we see before us, a blank canvas, but inside us, hide a wide array of textbooks. For our individual experiences, our memory of these tragic times will spur us into action, so that this will never happen to our children or our children’s children and so on and so forth. For remembrance is key, for if we forget, we will not take caution, and if do not take caution, history will be doomed to repeat itself at a much greater cost. For while we progress, so too does the darkness that we triumphed. For as we rebuild and gain more, greed and jealousy are fed, ungratefulness surfaces, and we no longer will appreciate the things that we were limited and denied these past few years.

           Remember these times and let the future know of it as well. Of the times when we had to ration, when we had to hide, when we were discriminated unjustly, when we had no place to call home; when our young men and women had to take up arms and fight, giving up their dreams to lend their bodies to warfare.

           Everyone, we may be surrounded by destruction right now, but it is simply the beginning foundation for rebirth and reform. For without destroying the things that had bounded us for so long, we have no hope of progressing towards a better, brighter future.

           One thing is for certain, we will continue to shed different aspects of ourselves as children emerging into adulthood and as adults continuing the thorny path into the unforeseeable, unknown future. We will naturally fall into temptation as part of our human nature, but we have the ability to choose, to not let those times of ill judgment define us, to rise above it as we have over the Oppressors. We have a chance to be reborn now that we have shattered our preconceptions, our limitations, and narrow view of the world.

           And as the new Leader, I want to first abolish the belief that a leader is someone who rules absolute over everyone, for I do not believe that the people serve the Leader, but the Leader should serve its people. I want to build our foundations on the trust that the Oppressors lacked. Trust between the leader and its people. Trust in effective communication, and trust in relationships. Just as Jungkook said that he couldn’t win this war without you all, I can’t build the New World without everyone here, so I ask you to trust in me for I have absolute faith in you. That you will not let me stray, that you will not cower in fear when there is something to be said.“

           Namjoon glanced over at you and Yoongi then to the side of the stage where Jungkook was grinning widely. He chuckled and continued,  

           "May we remain humble and grateful so that the darkness cannot consume us, but may we not delude ourselves and remain vigilant to the signs of corruption and evil. May we not give in to fear as we once did and let someone trample over us like we are worthless. May we have the strength to stand up and question, instead of blindly accepting. Together, let us create a stronger, better, and more admirable world than before! Thank you and please look after me.”

           Namjoon stepped away from the podium and bowed deeply to everyone.

           Immediately, thunderous applause filled the place. Namjoon began to tear up at everyone’s immense support happily.


           A few weeks after the inauguration, Jungkook dragged you out of your still underground room like an excited puppy.

           "What’s going on, Jungkook?“ You chuckled. You could practically see him wagging his tail while he led you to the surface.

           "It’s a surprise!” he sang as he continued to grip your hand tightly.

           You smiled as you let him lead you wherever this surprise was.

           "Close your eyes. We’re almost there.“

           You glanced at him skeptically, but did as he said. He placed his hands on your shoulders and maneuvered you forward for a few minutes, checking every so often whether you were peeking or not. Finally, he came to a stop and hugged you from behind.

           "Open your eyes.”

           Your eyes fluttered open and you gasped. In front of you was a small little cottage with a white fence and a small garden at front. It was a replica of the dream house you used to draw when you were little. It was absolutely beautiful.

           "Jungkook…“ You breathed, touched beyond belief.

           "Welcome home, Y/N.” he kissed your cheek as he continued to hold you.

           "This is really ours?“

           "Mhm. I’ve been working on it with the other guys. That’s why I haven’t been able to see you as often.”

           You stared at it in awe. Your home. Yours and Jungkook’s home. Your heart welled up with emotion.

           "You like?“ Jimin giggled as he stepped out of the house adjacent to yours happily. "I helped with the garden. Oh and I live here with Hoseok and Jin. We’ll be neighbors!”

           You laughed, extremely touched and trying not to cry. Jimin smiled knowingly, and waved as he walked away, leaving you two alone again. You glanced at the house on the other side of yours, wondering.

           "Is that…?“

           "Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s.” Jungkook answered knowingly. “Can’t have the godfathers of our child too far from us.”

           You smiled blissfully with tears in your eyes, turning around to face your fiancée.

           "Jungkook.“

           "Yes?”

           "I have a name for our child already.“

           He looked at you for a few seconds before asking, "What’s the name?”

           You stepped back, looking up at the sun that, for the first time in years, was peeking out through the clouds. Its embrace on your skin filled you with a familiar sense of warmth that had once coursed through your body whenever a certain person had grinned brightly during the days of darkness. You smiled sadly at the memory then turned your attention back to Jungkook.

           Jungkook cupped your face lovingly and rested his forehead onto yours as tears finally streamed down your cheeks. He smiled as he peppered your face and lips with gentle, chaste kisses as you fought to compose yourself.

           After a long exchange of locked lips, expressing how much he truly loved you and you, him, you finally replied,

           "Taehyung.“ You stared into his eyes intently. "I want to name him Taehyung. So Taehyung can see and experience the sunshine, the ground with bare feet, the garden of flowers we’re going to plant, the bright blue skies, and the New World… the future we’re going to build.”

Just a Bet

I happily sighed as I unlocked the door to my house. School had been killing me today. We were going to have exams very soon, and I just didn’t feel ready for that. Neither mom or dad had arrived home, which meant that I had the whole house to myself, which I was really grateful for! I slowly made my way up the stairs. Immediately as I got into my room I went over to my window and opened it to let in some fresh air to make me relax. Afterward, I went into my bathroom, where I changed into a sweater dress and knee high socks. I removed my makeup and pulled my hair up into a messy bun. 

I yawned as I looked at myself in the mirror, I really looked tired, but I was tired, so why even think about it? I went back to my room, where I decided to relax a little before I had to start making my homework, therefore I decided to paint my nails. I decided to paint them black with small details, but as I was painting my nails loud music started playing from the neighbors’ house, which made me sigh loudly as I rolled my eyes. I knew it was Justin, who was playing the loud music, and he only did it to piss me off! You could say Justin and I were friends, but only outside of school. Our friendship was a love/hate kind of friendship, but we did enjoy each others company.  Bu Justin was the typical bad boy who got all the girls and didn’t do his homework. I was the good girl who did all her homework, and I went to bed a reasonable time!

I harshly got up from my chair, then I went over to my window only to see Justin standing there in only a towel.

“OMG, can’t you put on your clothes in your bathroom after you’ve showered” I shrieked as I covered my eyes. “Aww, come om Y/N, you know you don’t mind me changing in here” he cheekily said, which made me roll my eyes. “I so do not! And please turn down the music, I’m trying to relax in here” I strictly told him, then I started to leave, but Justin’s next words caught me off guard.

“I could always come over and show you another way to relax,” he said, I could practically see the smirk on his face, which made me furious. “I would rather die than be in the same room as you!” I told him, I then showed him my middle finger and went back over to my desk, where I continued to paint my nails. I happily sighed as I heard Justin turn down the music. I finished painting my nails, and then I waited for them to dry, which luckily didn’t take long. I stood up from my chair and turned around. I immediately started screaming as I saw someone lying on my bed. I stopped screaming as I realized it was Justin.

“What are you doing in my room?!” I asked him as I grabbed one of my pillows and threw it onto him. “Your words hurt me before, princess” Justin ignored my question and got up from my bed, and it wasn’t until then that I realized he was only wearing sweatpants, no shirt! I immediately covered my eyes and turned around.

“Will you please leave my room? I need to do my homework?” I asked Justin with a sigh. Justin just chuckled and soon after I felt arms wrap around my waist. I gasped and tried to get out of the arms, but they just wrapped around me tighter.

“You know, you look really good in just a sweater and socks” Justin whispered in my ear. I could feel like breath on my neck, and surprisingly it felt really nice. I soon came back to reality, when I felt Justin’s lips connect with my neck. I pushed my elbow directly into his stomach, which made him let go and groan in pain.

“Why would you do that?! I was just trying to be nice!” he exclaimed, which made me roll my eyes. “You were not just being nice! You really thought I was that naive? I am not going to sleep with you because I don’t like you” I told him. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared directly at Justin. Before I could even acknowledge what was happening, Justin was walking towards me. I started to walk backward, but unfortunately, I hit my wall, which made Justin smirk.

“Trapped, are we?” he asked me, which made me roll my eyes. “Can’t you just go back to your own room and stop bothering me?” I asked him, clearly ignoring his question. “Where would the fun be in that?” he asked me as he placed both of his hands above my face on the wall. He charmingly smiled as he bit down on his lip, but this wasn’t his real smile. I had seen his real smile, which he only used around his family, especially his little brother and little sister. “What are you staring at?” Justin asked as he furrowed his eyebrows. “Nothing” I lightly mumbled as I continued to study his face. I hadn’t ever noticed the mole he had on his right cheek or the mole under his left eye, but I certainly did now, and they made him look even more perfect.

I got awakened from my trance by Justin’s piercing laugh. “You know, if you like me this much, you can just tell me,” he said while he continued to laugh. I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. Justin knew I had a crush on him, and he just loved to tease me with it. “Shut up,” I told him. I laid down on my bed and grabbed my phone to check Instagram.

“Do you wanna do something?” Justin asked as he laid down beside me. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to look through Instagram. I liked a few pictures here and there until I felt Justin move closer to me. “What are you doing?” I asked him with a chuckle. “I wanna see your hot friends in bikinis, too” he whined which made me roll my eyes. “If you wanna look at someone wearing practically nothing, then you should go hang out with Brielle,” I told him with a scoff. “But I would rather hang out with you,” he told me, then he grabbed my phone and locked it. “Can’t we watch a movie or something?” he asked me as he started to pout. “Justin, it’s Friday night, don’t you have a party to attend or something?” I asked him. Justin immediately shook his head smiled at me. “I mean the guys invited me to this party tonight, but I don’t really feel like going,” he told me, then he laid down again. “You seriously would rather spend your Friday night with me?” I asked him as I laughed in disbelief. “Yeah, why is it that funny? Don’t you want me here?” he asked me, then he got on top of me, which caught me off guard. Justin pinned my hands above my face and cheekily smiled at me. “Of course I want you here, I’m just a little surprised that you would rather spend the night with me rather than party with your friends and then go home with some random girl,” I told him. “I wanna spend my time with you. I realized I haven’t been the best friend lately, and I would really like to make up for that” he told me. I smiled at him, then I awkwardly hugged, since we were laying in my bed, it was a little hard…

As we were hugging, Justin’s phone started ringing. Justin sighed, then he took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller. “I gotta take this,” he told me, which I immediately nodded to. Justin stood up and answered the phone, where he greeted the caller.

“DUDE, where are you?!” the guy on the phone said. “I’m kind of busy right now, and I’m not coming to the party tonight, I already told you that,” he told the guy. I don’t think he knew that I was able to hear their conversation, but the next thing that was said really revealed me. “Oh, you’re hanging with that nerd again, have you fucked her yet, like you said you would?” the guy laughed, and I immediately gasped loudly. Was I really just someone that Justin wanted to sleep with, then leave?

Justin heard me gasp, and he immediately turned around and looked at me with wide eyes. “I gotta go,” he said, then he ended the call. “Y/N, what you just heard wasn’t true!” he said as he came over to me again. “I promise you, you’re not a bet, it was just something he said in pure fun” he continued. “As I recall, the guy on the phone didn’t say anything about me being a bet,” I told him. My blood was slowly starting to boil, how could he?! When Justin didn’t answer, I immediately knew all the answers to my unspoken questions. “You’re disgusting, get out of my room, right now!” I told him with a raised voice. “Y/N, I promise it’s not what it seems like!” Justin pleaded, which made me laugh in disbelief. I was on the brink of crying.

“Would you just please get out of my room?” I told him as the tears started streaming down my cheeks. “NOW!” I yelled as he didn’t move. Justin sighed, then he turned and climbed out of the window to his own room. “Whatever” he quietly whispered, and before you could even say another word, I had closed my window and pulled the curtains down. I was heartbroken, I actually thought I had made a friend, a friend that I could actually trust, but I guess not…

Part 2 ♡♥︎

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Swimming with the Dolphins (Part 2)

Pairing: Jason Todd x Aquarium!Reader

Word Count: 1290

Prompt: reader works at the Gotham Aquarium and meets Jason Todd after a dolphin show and hit it off.

Warnings: [mild] language, fluff, slight nudity (its SFW, undergarments are still on)

A/N I was so astonished by the amount of notes and requests for a part 2, so I just wanna say thank you guys! I had no idea this would be a hit. This is going to be the only continuation for the Aquarium AU since I am working on my Adventurer AU w/ Jason and the Batboys. (please go check that out if you haven’t already!)

Part 1


2 weeks after the incident

“Alright, bye guys! See you tomorrow!” you waved goodbye to the dolphins as you made your way out of the dolphin habitat. Thomas and you were both recovering from your injuries at the same time, so you spent time just visiting the dolphins instead of training them. Mr. Taylor was removed from his job as manager of the aquarium and you received approximately $2000 out of the legal case, which allowed you to pay off some of your college student loan debt. Now, since your new boss was much nicer and more understanding, you had reasonable hours and you weren’t pressured to come back right as your injury healed.

Jason stopped by your place a few times to check up on you, but he didn’t stay for very long. He always had somewhere to be.

However, today was the day of your first date with him, and you made sure to be on time. You thought Jason was pretty freaking attractive, and since it was your first date in a good couple of years, you didn’t want to blow it, especially because it seemed like the feeling was mutual.

“Hey stranger,” you heard, and when you looked up, there he was. His green eyes almost glowed in the dark-ish room.

“Hi.” you waved. “What are you doing here? I thought we were gonna–”

“I gotta make a good first impression, right? Gentlemen pick up their dates, not meet them at the location.” Jason stuck his hands in his leather jacket pockets.

“I didn’t peg you as a gentleman, to be honest,” you admitted. Jason raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Oh yeah? What did you peg me for?” He smirked.

“I don’t know, the stereotypical bad boy?” You said as more of a question. Jason laughed at your remark.

“Believe me that’s not the first time I’ve heard that,” he shook his head.

“I’m guessing you don’t have a motorcycle or anything,” you shrugged.

“As a matter of fact I do. It’s waiting outside with the rest of my biker gang and I use it to run people over and terrorize them. Also, I have about 6 tattoos and they’re all the names of people I’ve killed,” Jason said with incredible sarcasm.

“Wow, that’s pretty impressive,” you giggled.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into with this ‘bad boy’,” he pointed to himself. “But in all seriousness, I’m not really a bad boy.”

“Oh yeah? I dare you to jump in that show pool with nothing but your underpants,” you blurted out, then covered your mouth. “I really have to stop doing that!” You thought to yourself. Although the dare didn’t really have much to do with bad boys, you figured he was also the kind of guy who fulfilled dares like yours.

“If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.” Jason smirked as he began taking off his shoes and clothing. He threw his jacket at your face so you wouldn’t watch him undress, not that he didn’t want you to admire his body, but he had just met you.

As soon as he was in nothing but his boxers, he ran over to the show pool (which was, in fact, clean) and dove in. You took the jacket off your face and when you didn’t see Jason standing in front of you, you looked behind you and there he was in the show pool. He ran his hands through his now wet hair and began swimming around.

“Are you gonna join me or just stand there?!” He yelled.

“I’m gonna get in so much trouble,” you muttered. “Uh, I’m still healing so…”

“Bullshit! It’s been two weeks! Come on!” He waved you over. He was right, you were basically healed already, and since you had your bathing suit on (in case you decided to try to train the Dolphins) why not?

“Fine fine,” you rolled your eyes and put your bag and stuff on the bench. You took off your shirt and sweatpants leaving you in your sporty one piece. You jogged toward the pool and got up on the platform you stood on two weeks prior.

“Look at you, with your little bathing suit,” Jason smirked as he waded in the water.

“Shut up,” you grinned. You took a few steps back and then ran forward, doing a small flip and dove into the water.

Jason was pretty surprised. He didn’t know you could do things like that, but you had to learn it in order for the routines. When you resurfaced, he swam over to you and smiled.

“So you’re a gymnast?” He asked.

“Nah, I just know a few flips and things for the show routines,” you swam away and laughed. You two swam and played around in the pool for about an hour and then decided to get out.

“That was a lot of fun,” Jason commented, “we should do it again sometime.”

“Yeah but not here, I could get in serious trouble,” he pulled you up from the pool. Suddenly you found yourself against each other and an awkward silence imposed itself on you two.

“Um…” you trailed off.

All of a sudden, Good For You by Selena Gomez boomed from the speakers, which frightened you so much that you fell back in the pool.

“GET SOME Y/N!” A prepubescent male voice yelled into the speakers. Jason stifled laughter as you splashed in the water.

You pulled yourself out of the pool and grumbled. Hal, an 18 year old tech whiz who controlled the music for the show, hung out in the aquarium during his free time and the fact that he was here this late at night on a Saturday, quite frankly, disturbed you.

“Get a life, Hal,” you muttered.

“Are you okay?” Jason kneeled down while he was still laughing.

“I’m fine and that was not funny, jackass,” you scowled.

“Oh come on, it’s a little funny,” he nudged your arm.

“You think that’s funny? I’ll show you funny,” you evilly grin, and push Jason back into the pool. You began laughing, but Jason pulled you down with him.

When you both resurfaced, you beamed at Jason, who swam towards you with only his eyes above the water as if he were a shark.

“Oh no, a shark is gonna eat me! Someone save me!” You played along. When he finally got to you, he lifted you into the air and launched you back into the water.

When you resurfaced (again!) you flipped your hair out of your face, but before you could open your eyes and look for Jason, you felt a pair of lips on yours.

You opened your eyes momentarily to see Jason cupping your face, but closed them again to return to your bliss.

Jason pulled away to take a breather while you did the same.

“Yeah, Y/N!” Hal spoke into the microphone. You cringed at his voice and then smiled apologetically at Jason.

“I am so sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s fine.” He whispered back. You both got out of the pool and grabbed some towels to dry off. Then, you both gathered your things and changed, and headed outside.


“Well, that was…fun.” You sat next to Jason on the steps of the aquarium.

“I thought it was really fun, but just ‘fun’ will do,” he smiled.

“Okay it was really fun, then,” you joked. “My favorite part was when you kissed me out of nowhere.” You really needed to control yourself.

“How about I do it again?” And with that, he leaned over and kissed you once more. You kissed him back, of course, but this time you smiled.

Thank god for your job at that aquarium. 


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(if I left you out I am very sorry)(Once again this is the last part to this oneshot, sowee)

wynonna earp 2x04 (or: WHAT THE FUCK)

HERE BE SPOILERS

  • That ending, holy heck?
    • Um, I guess in addition all the other trauma the earp sisters have they now also have the trauma of the demon making their bodies kiss??? 
    • I’m sorry it makes sense because the demon obviously does not give a shit but waverly and wynonna kissed and everyone died of uncomfortableness
    • Gooverly is dead, long live Goonona? But damn, props to the writers because I’m pretty sure no one predicted that as the twist
  • Fire-breathing marshall is back and smiled: All was right in the world for about 2 seconds
    • No but I just about adored everyone’s interactions with him
    • Wynonna’s so calm in the barn while he has her by the throat, just pointing peacemaker at him and reminding him that she’s her friend
    • Doc constantly patting Dolls while they were in the basement and adjusting the blanket on him was cute. You can say you were doing this just for Wynonna, Doc, but I don’t quite believe you.
    • he breathes fire?? I hope Dolls is legit part-dragon and that he gets to set more demons on fire with his mouth 
    • HE HELPED JEREMY DO A CHIN-UP ONCE 
  • Wynonna Earp is a Softie: Seriously, the demon can talk about Wynonna’s ~darkness~ but consistently the thing that gets her in trouble outside of her recklessness is that as soon as anyone is threatened, she’ll protect them
    • Wouldn’t even give up Jeremy <3 <3 <3
    • also she straight up apologized to Nicole the very next day? what kind of healthy behaviour I love this kiddo so much
    • it’s basic sister behaviour, but her wrapping Waverly up in her coat in the morning and comforting her was Nice
    • she’s so happy to have Dolls back!!
    • As usual, great one-liners
      • “You really should watch that movie again.”
      • “He’s the new guy, first one in, first one out.”
    • It’s interesting that she chooses to face Waverly alone at the end. Possibly typical Wynonna recklessness, but I wonder if there’s a little denial in the mix as well - she doesn’t want to consider the Waverly situation to be super serious, so she acts like it isn’t
      • and gets a demon possession with an added incest kiss for her troubles
    • I’m preemptively sad that Wynonna’s going to feel fucked up after this that 1. She didn’t notice what was up with Waverly sooner 2. She’s easier to posses than Waverly 
  • The Bravest Little Toaster was extra brave tonight: This episode revealed that Waverly was aware, to some degree, that her mind had lost the plot - it’ll be interesting to see if the delay in talking about it was because she was busy fighting the demon internally, an instinct to minimize her problems, or some mixture of the two
    • Her entire storyline outside of the possession was fascinating in it’s own right - you have her desire to be useful to black badge outside of book knowledge, her terror when she’s over her head and her entire situation in the interrogation room
      • not gonna lie, waverly screaming in the interrogation room broke my heart approximately 23411 times, as did wynonna saying as many things as she could futile-y 
      • i adore how focused she is. “wrap it tight” she says while bleeding out of where her hand formerly was, “what about the briefcase” she says, while continuing to bleed out and mid-escape
    • I wondered if they were going to keep Waverly’s hand gone. I mean the regrowth path was a great way to give another indicator of Gooverly being suspicious, but I’m always here for supernatural shows giving their characters permanent physical injuries/losses, like what happens to Xander in S7 of Buffy
    • …..Waverly’s going to feel like shit next episode, huh. Maybe physically too, depending on what Goonona decides to do.

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Best Friends| 01

Originally posted by jeonify

This is also something I wrote on Wattpad before this but I am going to finish it here:)

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I don’t know what I did to get myself into this. I had no will power. He was my best friend and I let my crush on him blur my mind and cloud my judgement and let me be something i don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be with him.

Friends with Benefits.

Well, Best Friends with Benefits.

Our families have been friends since they were in college and pretty much started their families together. The four were best friends. So we grew up together and pretty much did almost everything together. In high school Jungkook was always a bit more popular than me. He was known because he was cute and talented. Which I didn’t blame anyone for.

If people I didn’t know knew me, it was most likely because they saw me with Jungkook and knew me as his friend. It was annoying yes, but I had my friends who didn’t really care for Jungkook, and knew about my feelings for him.

Of course I had that one friend who didn’t care and still went after him. But that’s long gone, in freshman year.

It was a Saturday and my best friend Bridgette was over my house. We were bored so I asked Jungkook if we could come over. He said yes and luckily for us, we just had to cross the street because He lived right across the street.

He opens the door for me and hugs me tightly. I hug him back and walk into the house as he greets Bridgette. I walk to the kitchen and get a water bottle.

I sip out of it and turn around as Jungkook and Bridgette sit on a stool at the island of the kitchen. I lean against the counter and close the cap.

“So my girlfriend’s coming over.”

Jungkook has had girlfriends before. Granted we were only 15, and he didn’t take them too too seriously because he thought that should wait till he’s older, but he takes them serious enough to now mess around with other girls. And it didn’t faze me. I know he only thought of me as a best friend and I didn’t get my hopes up. I get jealous watching him with his girlfriends but I suck it up and just like to watch him be happy.

“Finally going to tell us who the lucky girl is?” Bridgette asks.

“Well you guys know her. I told her It was okay for her to tell you guys since we made it official now.” He shrugs.

“Wait what? Who is it?” I ask as I sit down across from him on a stool.

The door bell rings and he jumps up to get it. “It’s her.”

Bridgette and I exchange a look and I sigh and roll my eyes opening my water bottle and taking another sip. Bridgette turns around at the sound of  the door closing and her eyes widen. She can see the front door from where she’s sitting and can see Jungkook’s new girlfriend. She turns back to me and shakes her head. I furrow my eyebrows still swallowing my water then taking another sip as Jungkook walked in with his new girlfriend.

My best friend, Abby.

I cough, choking on the water , and get up going towards the sink. Jungkook laughs and comes toward me and pats my back. “You alright there?”

I calm down and stand up straight as he rubs my back now. “Yeah I’m fine.” I laugh lightly.

“Babe, why didn’t you tell them we’re dating now?” He turns from me and looks to Abby.

Babe. Abby is his new babe.

I saw Bridgette glaring at her and Abby just smiled as if nothing was wrong. As if she didn’t just stab me in the back.

“Oh, I thought you wanted to be the one to tell them, or at least together.” She giggled and reached out for his hand. He grabs it and pulls her to the other side of him so now he’s in the middle of us. The three of us leaning against the counter. I start to feel uncomfortable so I move and stand next to Bridgette who’ still sitting on the stool.

“Did you want to watch a movie with us?” Jungkook asks as he nods towards the living room.

I get a text, from Bridgette. Saying to pretend it’s from my mother and say she wants us home.

“Oh god, mom wants us home to watch Bryan while she goes to work. Maybe another time.”  I say and faux smile.

Jungkook looks slightly disappointed but smiles none the less.

We left after that. I ran up to my room and just laid down staring up at the ceiling as Bridgette had laid down next to me. She was more angry than I was. I was more feeling betrayed. I know she always flirted with him but I never thought she would actually date him. I thought she was that good of a friend. After that day I hadn’t hung out with her or Jungkook much. Because hanging out with Jungkook meant hanging out with her.

After they broke up Jungkook and I got close again. We both didn’t talk to Abby after that. Me realizing she wasn’t a good friend and him realizing she wasn’t a good girlfriend. That was four years ago.

Now, We just graduated from high school and our families wanted to take us on a trip before we head to college. Our parents decided we can bring one friend along with us, so I brought Bridgette and Jungkook brought Jimin, his best friend from school. It’s now our fourth day here.

But our first day is the reason I’m in the situation I’m in now.

We were all watching a movie in the boy’s room. Bridgette fell asleep on one couch and Jimin on his bed. Jungkook and I sat on the floor leaning against his bed. The movie was only about half an hour in but they were tired from the travel here. Jungkook was on his phone and I was watching the movie but I wasn’t really paying attention.

I heard Jungkook lock his phone and I saw him turn to me but I continued to stare at the screen, even though I was paying attention to him and not the stupid movie.

“(Y/N), can I ask you something?”

I then look at him to see him staring at me intensely. I nod and lay my head back onto the  bed and watch him as he opens his mouth but closes it. “Are you okay?” I ask.

He nods and leans in a bit closer to me. He looks down at my lips and I thought “this is it.”

“Have you.. Have you ever had sex before, babygirl?”

He’s always called me babygirl, but him saying it in that sentence changed the whole meaning of it.

I lick my lips and nod.

“Who was your first time?” He leans in closer.

“That doesn’t mater.” I whisper.

He smirks and cups my cheek. “Damn right it doesn’t.”

I look down at his lips then back to his eyes and he’s looking down at my lips. “Jungkook-”

“I want to make a deal with you, something I’ve been thinking about before tonight. You can decline it if you want, it wont change anything between us.”

“What is it?”

“You know what friends with benefits are, right?”

“I’m not twelve, kook.” I roll my eyes.

He chuckles then leans in closer so our noses are barely apart. “I want to do that with you.” My lips part in shock. “The only thing that would be different, is that we’d be Best Friends with Benefits.”  He brushes his lips against mine.

Instead of replying a yes or a no, I just kiss him. We made out for a good ten minutes before we left to my hotel room and left Bridgette and Jimin in his.

We haven’t had sex in the past three days, but he’s been making googly eyes at me ever since and that’s death enough.

We had agreed on a few “rules”.

1. We’re allowed to talk and/or have sex with other people.

2. We can’t act out in public.

3. We can’t tell anyone.

I obviously told Bridgette(she thought I was stupid), so that’s already broken. I know, I let this long crush I’ve had on him cloud my judgement, because if another guy had asked me, I would’ve thought he was stupid. Not saying the thought it stupid, it’s just not my style.

I know Jungkook isn’t looking for a relationship, since we’re just about to enter college in months time and he hasn’t had a girlfriend since junior year.

I sigh as I turn over in my bed to the night stand in the middle of Bridgette and I’s bed. I reach for my phone as she groans in her sleep due to the light and turn towards the wall.

That’s why I took the bed closest to the window.

I get a text from my mom telling me we have to be ready in an hour. I sigh and wake Bridgette up. We brush our teeth and get dressed after doing our minimal makeup.

I get dressed in high waisted shorts with a white, loose long button up shirt with my  black and white converses. Bridgette was dressed in black shorts with a maroon loose shirt with her white and black Adidas.

We make sure to grab my card key to the room and phone before leaving. We make it downstairs as everyone is sitting down on the couches. Everyone as in my parents and Jungkook’s. We’re in Hawaii and we’re going to an amusement park not too far from here.

“Did you see Jimin and Jungkook?” Jungkook’s mom asks us as we walk towards them.

“Uh- n-”

“Right here mom.”

We all turn towards Jungkook and Jimin to see Jimin wearing jean shorts with a white(ish) button up shirt with an orange sweater tied around his neck. Jungkook wearing jean shorts with a white button up shirt with some black design all over and a blue blazer.

“Don’t you idiots think it’s too hot to be wearing a blazer.” Bridgette starts pointing at Jungkook.

“And that sweater around your shoulders.” I roll my eyes at Jimin trying to look like a rich kid. Even though he was.

“We’re already hot anyways.” Jimin remarks and winks at us.

I laugh at him and turn to look at our parents who tell us to get into our cars. Jimin and Bridgette following close behind them.

“Let’s go buddy.” Jungkook says to me and flicks a part of my neck that I had to cover with makeup, because of him.“

I flinch and hiss at his movement due to the sensitivity, to which he smirks at but bites his lip to hide it.

This is going to be a long day.

05.07.17

Karma

Genre: Fluff
Character: Mark
Plot: When the rest of Got7 bails on Scary Movie Night, Mark is left to watch alone with his crush.

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a/n - This was just supposed to be a cute little drabble but it turned into full blown scenario ^^;;;;;;

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“Uh,” Mark paused as he glanced at you and then back at his phone. “The guys said they can’t make it. They’re out eating meat right now.”

You gasped before crossing your arms in a pout. “Without us?”

Mark chuckled at your cute anger. “I’ll treat you to bbq meats next time. We won’t invite the guys.”

You smiled at him, patting his arm softly. “Why should you be the one treating? We should make Bambam treat us out, he’s the one that suggested a scary movie night in the first place!”

Mark nodded his head, though he really would prefer eating out with just the two of you. He rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly. It’s not like you never hung out with him, but this was the first time the two of you were alone together and he couldn’t help being overly conscious.

“So, what should we do now?” he finally asked. Reluctantly, he added, “Should we just cancel our movie night?”

You pouted again, effortlessly putting another smile on Mark’s face.

“But I prepared so many snacks and went through so much trouble just to pick the perfect movie!” You linked your arm with Mark’s, pulling him towards the couch in the living room. He blushed as he felt you press up against his arm. He was seriously glad he worked out his arms yesterday.

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