#now if yall will excuse me i need to repair my door

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

*breaks down ur door*

WHICH ONE WOULD U LIKE AND WHAT WOULD YA NAME IT?!

(Don’t mind me, just wanting to know)

ohhhh the black one for sure. i'd name it... Cardigan!

[your-highnessmarvel]

From Bleak to Bright - Part Twelve

All other parts on on my masterlist, link provided below.

AN:  To the nonnie who suggested a line, it’ll be in part 13 :) I THINK YOU GUYS WILL LIKE THIS CHAPTER! i’ve stopped being rude to our poor loki ;) More to come this week yall. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: angst, language, SMUT (18+ ONLY)

MASTERLIST - SERIES MASTERLIST

PART TWELVE

“I’ve had it,” you said, pushing away your dinner. 

“Yeah, me too,” Bruce sighed, eating the last fry and leaning back in his chair with a sigh. “I don’t get it. Why give this big ass meal if no one has ever finished it?”

“It’s not called the Impossible Plate for nothing, Bruce,” you mumbled, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“Still,” he mumbled, yawning. “I’ll have to sleep for days to digest this.”

You laughed, watching your brother, who’d grown a white hair or two in the last years, bend over an eating contest you’d both known you’d never be able to finish. 

But at least you were spending time with Bruce, not wallowing around in your apartment, waiting for the sun to set, for a certain someone to climb out of the shadows. 

“So,” Bruce said, wiping the corner of his mouth. “Did you and Nat find any cute boys the other night?”

You rolled your eyes, panic rising in your throat because no, both of you had returned home beau-less, but you’d recently found someone else. And you were not about to let Bruce know. Not now. Not ever. 

But truth is, you hadn’t seen Loki since the night he came back, and your tummy was a turmoil of panic and butterflies. Had he left once again? What was he doing? Where? With who?

You gulped down the terror rising in your throat as you smiled tightly at Bruce. “No, well, you know how it is,” you said awkwardly. “They all wanna talk to Nat so I kind of awkwardly step to the side.”

Bruce nodded. “Well, Nat is a very beautiful woman,” he sighed.

“Ew, Bruce stop.”

“But some men like women like you too.”

“What, ugly?”

“Oh my God, Y/N, stop it,” your brother grumbled. “Half the men in here swiveled their necks when you walked in.”

You wanted to hide in your hands. 

But then Bruce’s face changed and you knew what was coming. He always did this. Always. As if he just had to make sure you were miserable, just for the sake of the planet’s safety.

“I need to tell you something,” Bruce said with a frown. God, you hoped he was fine. But something in the lines of his face made worry climb in your belly. “There’s news from... from Asgard.”

It was as if that word was poison to you. “Loki,” you mumbled, throat raw.

“Thor delivered some news yesterday,” your brother continued, toying with his fingers, a nervous habit of his. “Loki... Loki died.”

You frowned, your head snapping up to meet Bruce’s warm brown gaze. “Dead?” you asked.

That was impossible. Just two days ago, he’d been standing in your apartment. He’d been... You gulped.

Bruce put his elbows on the table, initiating his Big Brother Stance. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered. “I know it must be terrible news for you.”

You dipped your chin, searching your last moments with Loki, trying to decipher if he’d given you a hint. This made no sense. How could Loki, the God of Mischief, be dead?

“How?” you asked. 

Bruce sighed. “Thor broke him out of prison to help him cure Jane of the Aether, and well, Loki was killed in a battle.”

You were frowning so hard it hurt. 

“I am so sorry, little sis,” Bruce murmured, reaching across the table to touch your hand. You immediately jerked it away, regretting the harsh movement as you saw hurt crossing your brother’s features, but not caring at the same time. How could he be dead?

You stood, the chair scraping on the wooden floor. You grabbed your bag, heart pounding, breath roaring in your ears.

“Y/N,” Bruce said, eyeing you with worry creasing his face. 

“I’m gonna go,” you mumbled, not bothering with the bill or politeness or the fact that you were running out of a restaurant. 

The street sounds were a blur to you as you all but ran out, bumping into people, muttering excuses. You walked by habit, heart a sore muscle, thoughts jumbling. How could Loki be dead in two days? Had Thor delivered the news a few days ago? Or today?

You were vaguely aware of your phone buzzing in your pocket, but all you could concentrate on was Loki’s presence. He’d been in and out of your apartment for weeks, repairing this or that, and it was only two days ago that he’d been in your apartment, kissing you. 

He just couldn’t be dead. 

It was late evening as you rushed up the stairs of your apartment complex, blood roaring in your ears, breath panting as you burst through the door. You didn’t bother locking it. Rushing to the curtains, you ripped them closed, ushering in more darkness. He only seemed to come to you in the dark. 

Standing there like an idiot, panting, silence filling your ears, you called out to him. At first, it was weak. A raw attempt to conjure him as if he was a ghost. But then the anger got to you, sweeping in hot against the inside of your rib cage, and you balled your fingers into fists. 

“Loki, fuck!” you exclaimed, feeling your cheeks warm.

The shadow behind you spoke. “Love hearing my name like that.”

You whirled, watching him melt from the shadows as if he’d been there all along. Black long sleeve cotton sweater, black trousers, boots to match. His hair had been cut since the last time you’d seen him. The long strands now short just below his ears, pushed back unevenly. 

He glowed, looking healthier, more like himself than when he’d been begging you never to let him go. 

“I thought you didn’t want me,” he said, pouting his lower lip. As he moved across the living room floor to stand before you, he put a hand to his heart. “Wounds me.”

“Are you really here?” you asked, resisting the urge to slap him for his arrogance.

“Why don’t you come and find out, beloved?” He opened his arms wide, a smirk tugging at the treacherous corners of that delicious mouth. 

You walked right up to him and clocked him in the jaw. His head snapped back, smirk wiping off his face, arms falling to his sides. When he looked back at you, standing close and seething, his left brow rose slowly. “I do not believe I’ve ever deserved such treatment.”

“Thor’s been saying you’re dead,” you accused, looking up at him from under your brows. 

The smirk slowly came back. “I may have helped spread that rumor,” he admitted, reaching out the touch the lapel of your coat. You inched back, but he snapped his hand closed and pulled you closer. “You must understand, Y/N, that this little lie I’ve shaped up allows us to be together.” He dipped his chin, eyes boring into yours. 

He was so close that you could feel the heat of him through your clothes. He’d been so cold the other night.

He licked his lips, inching slightly towards your mouth. “When you’re a powerful God and sorcerer like me, faking your death is like breathing. Easy.”

Your eyes widened, but the hurt you’d felt in your heart seemed to evaporate. If he’d faked his death, that meant he was really here. Unburdened. No one even knew he lived and breathed. 

His hands went into your coat, swiftly sliding it off your shoulders. You watched him, memorized the lines of his face. 

“It’s just you and me now,” he murmured, your coat hitting the floor with a deafening thud. “We can go wherever we please.”

His hands found home on your hips, burying his face in your neck and inhaling, the scent of him invading your senses. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him, flush, like two puzzle pieces. He was warm, oh so warm. He smelled like wood fire and something unique to him that made your body feel... safe. 

“Say something, baby,” he mumbled against the flesh of your neck, sending shivers gliding down your back. His warm, big hands slid against your waist until he held your ribcage. Surely, he could feel just how hard your heart was beating. 

“I thought you were dead,” you murmured. 

You felt him chuckle against you as he straightened, his hands cupping your cheeks. “I can show you how very much alive I am,” he whispered, his voice thick. 

You gulped. Something in you fizzled, dripping thick, honeyed want into your belly. 

But Loki cocked his head. “I could take you here,” he said, eyes faraway, as if he was talking to himself. “I could... Gods, stop looking at me like that.”

He brought his mouth to yours, kissing you so fiercely that you forgot his whole “pretending to be dead” thing. The way his mouth molded to yours stole the breath from your lungs, driving you mad with the need of him. He was so soft, yet so rough, a restraint in him only felt as you grabbed onto his taunt shoulders. He was keeping himself controlled. 

You wondered what it would be like if he didn’t. 

He said your name through kisses, pushing onto you until the backs of your knees found the edge of the couch. “I’ve been starved for two years,” he mumbled, biting onto your lower lip. “Bled out.” Another breathtaking kiss. “All I wanted was you.”

You briefly remembered the way he’d looked that first time you saw him: disgusted, and how ironic was that now. He was bound to you so fiercely you felt it in your bones, and he was on his knees, wanting you more than anything. More than his own life. 

“Loki,” you murmured, breathing him in, kissing him back with as much heat as you could muster. You took ahold of his shirt with courage that seemed to pour in the more he ravaged you with his mouth. Pulling him back, you brought him down onto the couch, straddling him with ease. It really was like fitting two puzzle pieces. 

He huffed, his eyes searching your face with a look you could only chalk up to awe. His hands delicately treaded along your waist, skimming your hips as you lowered yourself flush against him. You could feel him through his pants, warm and hard, and the thought that just the sight of you got Loki so aroused made you bite your lip. 

He looked up at you, caressing your ribcage. “I could have you like this,” he whispered, his other hand skimming your belly and up, until he toyed with your nipple through your shirt. “I would have you how ever you want, Y/N,” he said, reaching for your mouth.

You dipped your fingers into his hair, grasping, bringing you against him until instinct took over and you rolled your hips, feeling his teeth nip you through the kiss. A low rumble came from him, his hand grasping your hip. “Careful, love,” he warned, nipping at your neck, your hands gripping the strands of dark hair. “Or I’ll be in a hurry.”

You smiled. Genuinely smiled. It was the first time in what felt like ages that the stretch of your lips felt real. You’d been living a lie for two years and now, straddling this dark prince of Gods, you knew this is where you belonged.

He brought his mouth back to yours. “Runaway with me,” he said, splaying both hands down the length of your back. “Please.”

You closed your eyes, kissing his jaw, down his neck, rolling your hips until you knew just how much of him you’d be dealing with. That low rumble came back, his hand snapping out and gripping your neck. With a hiss, he brought you back until you could meet his eyes. 

You gulped, but you couldn’t help the knot of arousal coiling in your belly. “Don’t play with me,” he warned, eyes dark in the dimly lit room. 

The left corner of your mouth tugged up and you barely saw him move. You knew he had superhuman strength and speed, but you’d never seen him use it before. And now, one moment you were straddling him, the next you were on the floor, Loki poised menacingly between your legs. 

When you looked up, panting, the pressure of Loki’s hand around your throat, his eyes were hooded. 

“Touch me,” he said. 

You felt the heat pouring into your face, but the hand around your neck eased until it grasped onto yours, guiding it to Loki’s arousal. He was so warm, so hard as you pressed your hand against him, eliciting a low groan from him. 

You watched him as his head bent slightly, eyes shutting, grasping him through his pants. He seemed to tremble, both hands in fists either side of your head. And then he let out a low groan, his mouth brushing yours. 

“The things you fucking do to me, love,” he whispered against your mouth before kissing you so hard you saw stars. 

He grabbed onto both sides of your jeans and tugged, making you lose touch with him and sliding softly on the floor. He smiled, kissing your neck down to the swell of your breast until he was face to face with the apex between your legs. He tugged again when you slowly rose your hips from the ground, watching him, seeing the way his eyes drank you in like a drug. 

Your jeans hit the ground and you instinctively closed your legs, but Loki’s long fingers on your knees pushed them apart as he settled there, his mouth finding home on the flesh of your neck. 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to,” he mumbled, fingers playing along the inside of your thigh, “but you can stop me if you want.”

Something akin to awe swelled in your chest and you grabbed onto his face, bringing his mouth back onto yours. He grunted, moving until your left leg was wide open for him. 

His fingers delicately pushed your panties aside, his mouth nipping at yours. You trembled, not because it was cold, and he sensed the way your bones seemed to flutter. “I got you, baby,” he whispered, two long, warm fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow, tentative circles that made you arch your back. 

Loki dipped his chin, grasping a nipple in his mouth through your shirt. You’d stopped wearing bras since the last time you’d seen him.

A whimper left you as Loki continued his ministrations, the pressure just right, the circles so languid. You lost yourself to the rhythm, rolling your hips into his hand, his mouth kissing up your neck and leaving a trail purely his. 

“Yeah?” he whispered in your ear, the pressure on his fingers increasing and you mewled, grasping his hair. “That’s a good girl, huh.” You flushed, lost in the storm of his words and the way his hand felt so fucking good. 

The pressure on your nub left momentarily, replaced by a long finger easing into you. Loki let out a low groan. “Gods, you’re so soft and wet.” His voice was like pure sin as his thumb found your nub and he gently rubbed, finding the perfect rhythm for you.

You arched your back as his finger found that soft spot in you, a cry passing through clenched teeth. 

“That feel good, love?” he muttered against your neck, kissing and biting. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” you moaned, the combined pleasure of his thumb and finger in and on you making you a complete puddle. 

He chuckled, something dark seeping from him, as he slowly started to lower himself until he was face to face with you. A blush crept up your face and he watched what he was doing to you. 

“So pretty,” he mumbled, and you saw him lower his mouth until his tongue made a bold swipe, replacing his thumb, and you all but cried out, chest arching off the floor. “That’s more like it,” his breathed against you.

And then he all but made you toss yourself off the edge. His tongue was a gift sent from the Gods, and the more he sucked and swirled your clit, his finger easing in and out of you, the closer you got to a real precipice. 

There was a knot in your belly, and whenever Loki’s tongue pressed ever so slightly against your core, you swore you almost broke. 

“Loki, I’m... oh God.” You reached down to grasp his hair. 

His pace seemed to quicken ever the slightest, his tongue working wonders against your clit until your insides felt like lead and that knot threatened to erupt. When he added another finger, so easily, you gasped, a broken moan clenched in your mouth, as the edge came and you toppled, Loki’s name on your tongue.

You were vaguely aware of Loki as he kissed the inside of your thigh, wiping his mouth onto your flesh. You were a puddle, breathing erratic as he loomed over you. 

“Runaway with me, Y/N,” he whispered, kissing your neck, your jaw, claiming your mouth and forcing you to taste yourself. “Come on,” he murmured, hands skimming your ribcage. “I could have you cumming for me like this every day.”

The thought made you smile. 

He grabbed your hand and kissed your palm, tugging until you could sit up and meet his gaze. 

“I’m begging you,” he continued, his voice so low, so thick as he kissed your hairline. 

You breathed in. “Okay.”

AAAAHHHHHH = me writing smut always. PART THIRTEEN ALREADY IN THE WORKS!!!

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[mnstrfcker]

Yooooo tell us about your yautja ocs! What are they like, what are their backstories etc etc I want to know EVERYTHING 🤩🤩

OKAY IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION BC I AM LITERALLY VIBRATING WITH THE NEED TO GUSH ABT MY BOYS (Unfortunately I can't reveal anything abt their backstory as that would be major spoilers for anyone reading my story, but I am down to write abt their personalities!)

Okay so-

Ta'thiir

·A giant teddy bear. He was always the sweeter of the three, he got teased alot in his past for his big heart.

But make no mistake, he is one lethal hunter and his kindness is shown only to those who earn it.

·He is the messiest of the three. He simply sets something down and tells himself he'll get it later- which he does- after one of his brothers points it out.

(I feel you Ta'thiir, I really do.)

·Easily excitable. Anything as simple as a grin and giggle will have his heart soaring. He is the extrovert. Loves long, loud conversation.

Is a lover of the alcoholic drinks made on his home planet, doesn't drink too often but won't deny if you offer.

·Fiercely protective. If its something or someone he actually gives a damn about, he will tread the fucking clouds and kick down heavens door to fight god if it meant protecting it/them.

Me'Ki-Ta

·If grisl could be a person, it would be him. He is all rock, thorns and fire. He's got a 24 hr resting bitch face and punches people in his sleep. He dreams of violence, wakes up and chooses it.

·Has the worst temper out of them all. And many people would think he's cold and unfeeling, just angry. This is wrong. For a good reason, Me'Ki-Ta has had to harden his shell.

He is the most emotional of the three, if anything. He trusts his instincts almost to a fault, because the last time he ignored them it cost him nearly his entire clan.

He feels sadness, anguish, shame- it all comes out in an angry manner. The dude doesn't know how to be soft.

·Loves to read. This is not something Elite Hunters normally do, it was only highest ranking Yautja- known as Ancients- who read. Everyone knows how to, of course, but it is rare one would for leisure.

He likes the quiet entertainment they provide. A scene playing out in his head, vivid. Books can be violent and fell of war, or heartbreaking and bittersweet. He finds solace in the pages, able to feel without admiting to it.

·Cannot sit still. You will rarely find Me'Ki-Ta relaxing for longer than 2-3 minutes. This does include reading- he will have a book in his face while he tends to his hounds, or sharpening his blades.

·The most possessive out of the three. Borderline obsessive sometimes- he's got abandonment issues. Dude is just deathly afraid of losing people he cares about.

Mohtiat

·The goof of the group. Inappropriate jokes, pranks, its all him. Unless he ropes some poor soul into his games.

Please engage in playful banter with him, he loves that shit.

·Has slight OCD tendencies developed in the past, for example- he sharpens his blades evenly and three times on each side, if he differs he starts all over again until he gets it right or it feels okay to put them away. Look sideways at his knives and you'll get cut without touching it.

(His main fixation is repetition in even numbers.)

·The flirtiest. Dude was a champion during the time before the incident, he was quite the charmer. Now its much more subtle and toned down- but no less effective, believe me.

·Loves to fiddle with technology, he's the most curious of the three. He's the technician on the ship.

Has a bulky tool-belt he wears to repair anything- and yall, its a low rider. The way he wears it on his hips is something I shed tears about everyday.

·The best at expressing himself. He's a smooth talker, and is the best at showing just what hes feeling. He isn't afraid to look like an asshole it means protecting someone over their feelings.

Vaa'Leao

·If you look up 'bad bitch' in the dictionary you'll find her face plastered next to it. Sometimes I imagine her with a russian accent bc she WOULD be the brooding russian bounty hunter lady with 23 knives in her jacket.

"On Yautja-Prime, you either dominate or get dominated. Take that however you like."

·Will never admit it and would in fact die before doing so but she adores plants. So much. The main reason she goes hunting on Earth is for the prime sport and ✨succulents✨

·Dead-face heart-stoppingly blunt. If you have something in your teeth, she will tell you not matter who is there with you. If you made a mistake, she will point it out.

She sees it as helping, but desbite this she sometimes comes off as rude. The bars fights she's been in are legendary.

(Also- if she finds you attractive, she will tell you. And keep telling you until you either accept her advances or reject her. She won't speak word of it again if you say no.)

·Is very passionate about herself. Confidence 101 if it had legs and could take lives. She has a big ego, but she's got the skills and skulls to excuse it. She's just that good.

I'LL DO ONE FOR THE REAPER CLAN SOON- STILL FLESHING THEM OUT!!

I hope this is okay! I went WILD LMAO.

[wowiejimin]

Safe - Chapter 3

THHANK YOU ALL FOR THE LOVEEE SO FAR~ i love yall omg, it really motivates me to write more :)

i have made a hashtag~ it’s under “wowiejimin safe fic” just so it isnt difficult to find :)

Pairing: Gang Member!Jimin x Poor Heart!Genius!Reader

Genre: Angst, Romance, Lots of Action, Humor, Fluff, & Smut (In the Future)

Length: 6.5k

Warnings: Swearing, Nudity, Smut (In the Future) 

Members Included: All of BTS, other KPop groups in the future

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In his world, being a part of a mafia gang, known as Bangtan Boys, is a bit terrifying. They were truly a filthy rich and powerful group that everyone feared. 22-year old Jimin was described as the stealthiest and most skilled member of Bangtan, playing an important part in their group. Whereas for 20-year-old (Y/N), a genius with a weak heart is suffering inside the cruel world as she is experimented on on the daily basis. Jimin finds himself protecting a gifted girl whose memory can hold numerous things in a blink of an eye. Jimin finds an interest in her, visioning that she may be a valuable asset to their group. Jimin has never paid attention to girls. However, that started to change when he met her.

(Y/N) drank from the cold glass of water Jimin has given her after their discussion. Jimin watched and slowly walked away, walking towards his desk.

"Jiminnieeee, it's been an hour," Taehyung says through the phone. Jimin rolled his eyes, "Listen, Tae, I'm gonna need you to come pick us up. As soon as possible if that's fine." Jimin says in a hushed tone, looking over at (Y/N), who started to walk around his office, looking at the paintings on his walls. "Us? Who's us?" Taehyung asked. Before Jimin could answer, Taehyung giggled, "Are you bringing a girl home?" The hybrid asked. Jimin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "No, well actually, yeah. But not for what you're thinking about." Jimin sat in his leather chair, placing his free hand on his desk. "This is serious. I got into some trouble and I'm gonna need your help." Jimin sighed as Taehyung hummed, "Well, alright. Namjoon hyung and the others just came back from the raid. Should I ask for their help too?"

Jimin shook his head even though the hybrid couldn't even see him, "That won't be necessary." Jimin says before pausing, "Actually, bring Hoseok hyung with you." Jimin says as Taehyung hummed once more, "Okay, we'll be there soon. I'll be in the parking garage." Taehyung says before hanging up.

Jimin tucked his phone into his pocket before looking up at the young woman. "My friend will be picking us up soon." He informed her as she nodded, "Alright." Is all she says and rubbed her palms against her upper arms. "Listen, I just wanted--" (Y/N) started, however, Jimin noticed her shiver and grinned slightly, "Yeah, our heater had recently broken down, but we're getting the repair team to come up soon," Jimin says before slipping his hoodie off, handing it to her.

She shook her head shyly, "O-Oh, it's fine--" Jimin then scoffed softly, slipping his hoodie onto her figure. (Y/N) blushed at the gesture, inhaling his scent. It smelled nice, most likely the best thing she's smelt for the past 10 years. She then blushed even more at the sight of muscles and toned chest peeking through his black long sleeve. She met eye contact with Jimin, who looked at her with amusement. 

She smiled shyly before clearing her throat, "U-Uh, I just wanted to say thank you, for everything that has happened today." She says with grateful eyes, "I really appreciate it, I really do. I don't know what would've happened to me if you weren't back there." She smiled awkwardly, brushing a few strands behind her ear. 

Jimin gave her a small smile, "Ah, it's no problem really. Don't worry about it." He says before licking his lips, "I'm glad I got to help you."

~/~

Banjo slapped his palm against the steering wheel in pure frustration. Banjo's men flinched from the sudden action and continued to search for (Y/N)'s location on the tablet, "She's in the area, but there's gonna be a lot of interference..." The man said, "I can't be specific with her location, though." He says, looking at Banjo, who sighed, trying to maintain his patience.

Suddenly, beeping noises were coming from the tablet, "Wait..." The man said before smiling widely.

"Found her."

~/~

(Y/N) lightly laughed as Jimin told her some past missions that he and the rest of Bangtan went through. But that stopped until Jimin's office phone started to ring. Jimin excused himself before walking up to his desk, picking up the phone, "Park Jimin speaking," He says in a quiet, professional sounding tone yet a bit tired.

"Sir," Jimin recognized it to be one of the bodyguards in their HQ, "Yeah, what is it?" Jimin asked. "There are a few men trying to come in insisting that we have something that belongs to them." His bodyguard says. Jimin slowly looks at (Y/N), who was playing with the drawstrings of his hoodie. Jimin quietly cursed, "Ah fuck, hold them off until I leave the building. Try to keep them distracted, convince them that we don't have what they want." Jimin ordered, "Yes sir."

Jimin hung up before looking at the girl, "Hey, uh, we need to go, now." He says as she stood up with worried eyes, "They found me, didn't they?" She asked with a worried tone. Jimin nodded before walking up to her, using his hands to pat around her body.

(Y/N) blushed, "W-W-What are you--" She stuttered, a dark shade of pink dusted on the apples of her cheeks. Jimin then felt a small piece of plastic, located on the hem of her skirt. Jimin grabbed the hem of the skirt to his face, examining the piece. (Y/N) yelped, holding down her skirt before Jimin ripped off the piece, "A tracking device." He muttered before throwing it to the floor, crushing it with his foot. (Y/N) gasped lightly before Jimin grabbed her hand, pulling her out of his office.

Jimin pulled out his phone, dialling Taehyung's number into this phone. "Hello?--" 

"Where the fuck are you?!" Jimin growled, startling (Y/N). Taehyung chuckled, "I just pulled up in the parking garage. Where the fuck are you?" Taehyung imitated. Jimin sighed, "We'll be there soon." Jimin says and hung up, practically jogging down the HQ hallways with (Y/N)’s hands in his. 

"I-Is your friend here?" (Y/N) asked and Jimin nodded, "Yeah, they're our ticket back home." Jimin says as they Jimin pushed the button down on the elevator. Once the elevator opened, the two walked in with Jimin pressing the button that led to the parking garage.

(Y/N) frowned, thinking of the many gangs that are after her. Jimin looked at her frown before nudging her softly, "Hey, you alright?" Jimin asked as they finally stopped at the level they needed to get to. The two walked out, Jimin looking frantically for Taehyung and Hoseok.

"I-I don't know... I'm just nervous... I can't believe you're so calm right now! I guess I'm just scared to go back is all..." (Y/N) quickly followed the older boy as Jimin scoffed, "There's no way in hell," Jimin started and looked at her in the eyes, 'I'm gonna have you go back to them. I'll make sure you won't." He says, finding Taehyung's parked vehicle. 

The two practically ran quickly towards the vehicle, Jimin opening the door for (Y/N) to get in. Jimin quickly followed, closing the door. Jimin looked at the two members, who looked at the girl beside him. Jimin sighed, rolling his eyes, "We'll discuss later. C'mon, they're coming." Jimin says in a rushed tone. Taehyung nodded, "Yes, sir!" Taehyung mocked, stepping on the gas. Hoseok smiled at the girl before looking forward.

(Y/N) looked at both Taehyung and Hoseok before they left the parking garage. Jimin huffed, "Is Namjoon hyung still at home?" Jimin asked and Hoseok nodded, "Yeah, everyone's home." Hoseok answered. Jimin nodded, looking at the girl, who smiled nervously at the new atmosphere with the two new boys. Jimin sent her gentle smile before gunshots were aimed at their direction.

"Shit!" Jimin says, covering the girl with his own body. (Y/N) panted, "O-Oh no..." She quietly says, Jimin's broad chest close to her face.

"Jimin... What did you get into tonight?!" Hoseok questioned as Taehyung swerved his way through the street, "Looks like we're gonna have to take another route home." Taehyung muttered. Hoseok cursed under his breath, rolling down his window.

"Let's get rid of them the easier way," Hoseok says before raising his hand up. A little light started to light upon his palm, soon a rage of fire pumped out at the direction of the opposing car. (Y/N) gasped, looking at Hoseok with shock, "A-A cyborg!" She says. Jimin looked down at her with a slight smile before looking out the windshield, moderating the cars behind them.

Hoseok was a cyborg, developed by Jin. Hoseok was once a human man until he fought a rival gang, who had seriously hurt him to the brink of death. However, once he was found under a pile of concrete by Jungkook, Jin quickly sent him to his lab and fixed him up. It took Jin weeks into months just to fix him until he perfected all his abilities and mechanical parts. Although it was hard to get used to his new cyborg life, he was forever grateful for Jin and would always come back for more upgrades and more.

Banjo cursed, attempting to dodge the powerful shots from the car in front of them, "Get their faces, dammit!" Banjo yelled at his men, wanting them to get a glimpse of who took (Y/N). "I-I can't or else I'll get killed!" They say as Banjo groaned in anger before one of the shots were implanted onto the front tires, causing them to drive into the fire hydrant on the side of the road. Banjo cursed loudly, watching the vehicle get away.

Hoseok rolled up the window, getting back into the seat. Hoseok sighed with a smile as Jimin settled back down into his seat, "We should be fine." Hoseok says with his golden orbs looking at (Y/N), "Let's get going before they catch up once more."

~/~

(Y/N) was left alone to roam around their house as the boys discussed together about her situation. 

Jimin closed the door, turning to the rest of his members. They all huddled into their small conference room, sitting around the table. Namjoon looked at the black haired boy, waiting for an explanation.

"So, who is she?"

Jimin ran a hand through his hair, sighing, "Her names (Y/N). She was involved in a lot of shit with Han Jao and Quan Banjo, recognize them?" Jimin asked. They all nodded and Jimin shrugged, "She was Banjo's test subject for his drugs, the drugs you three took from the raid today." He looked at Jungkook, Namjoon, and Yoongi with a glint in his eye.

Yoongi let out a breath, "So, she's the girl everyone's been talking about." Yoongi says with everyone turning to him. Jimin furrowed his brows at him, "You know about this?" He asked as Yoongi shrugged, "Eh, I know of this." He says, leaning towards the table, pulling out his laptop from his bag. He typed a few things on his laptop before showing the boys.

"Quan Laboratory. Known for its intense drugs and for imprisoning test subjects." He says as a picture of Banjo showed up on the screen, "Quan Banjo, founder of the laboratory. He's been working with Han Jao for nearly 12 years, helping him out with missions that Han Jao can't do alone." Yoongi explained as a few pictures of drugs, syringes, and test subjects popped up.

"He's been known for his brutal experiments," Yoongi says before zooming in on the test subjects. Jimin gulped, noticing (Y/N) in the picture, strapped down on a bed with a needle deep in her neck, "Is that (Y/N)?" Jin asked as JImin nodded slowly, "Y-Yeah, it is." Jimin stuttered, now taking in everything (Y/N) had told him earlier. "She was a test subject?" Taehyung asked quietly before Yoongi scrolled down to reveal a few more pictures.

"As you can see, in results of testing out the drugs on them, he uses them as scrappers, making them fight in those sketchy underground fights for money." Yoongi says as Jungkook scoffed, "The bitch was in debt, wasn't he?" Yoongi nodded, "Fuck yeah, he was. Even when he paid off his debt, he continued to torture his test subjects." Jimin sighed, clenching his jaw every now and then.

Namjoon then looked at Jimin with serious eyes, Jimin doing the same.

"How did this all happen?"

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(Y/N) smiled softly at the interesting paintings that hung on the creamy, smooth walls. She's never seen so much colour in her life ever since her confinement. She almost forgot what the colour pink looked like! She sighed in content, entering the living room. She placed her hands on the cushions of the couch. She inhaled happily before sitting down gently, feeling its cushions press up against her figure. She settled on the couch, laying her head against the armrest. She felt her eyelids become heavy, almost drifting off to sleep. 

She was exhausted, especially through all the things she has done during that day. She looked at the door all the boys were in, seeing that they haven't come out yet. She hummed before closing her eyes, It'll be a short nap, She thought before closing her eyes once more, drifting off to sleep right away.

~/~

"You're telling me that the girl out there is being chased by four different gangs because of some combination to a safe?" Hoseok asks in disbelief. Jimin nodded, "Well, yeah, basically..." Jimin says. Jimin had explained everything that has happened that day, telling them everything that (Y/N) had done to get to this situation, except about her life in confinement as it was pretty self-explanatory when they saw the pictures.

Namjoon looked at the boy and looked at him with interest, "Is there a reason why you brought her here?" He asked him. Jimin sighed for the umpteenth time, "Y-Yeah, there is." Before Jimin could explain, Taehyung piped up, "Is it 'cause you like her?" He asked as Jimin glared, "No." He says sternly before turning to all his members, who were giggling like little children.

Jimin rolled his eyes, "It's because there's something about her that makes her seem important, to be protected." Jimin muttered, "As far as I know, (Y/N) is a fucking genius. Probably even smarter than Namjoon hyung." Jimin says, a hand out pointing at their leader. Jungkook looked at Jimin in shock before looking at Namjoon, "Really?" Jungkook asked and Jimin nodded, "Hell fucking yeah. She memorised that long ass number within a few seconds." Jimin says as Yoongi raised a brow, "What are you trying to say here, Jimin?"

Jimin clenched his jaw, breathing heavily, "I was thinking maybe that..." He paused before inhaling. Before Jimin could continue, Namjoon cut him off, "It seems as though her greatest strength lies in her intelligence." Namjoon exasperated. "I'm starting to think that she would make the perfect Bangtan member," Namjoon says, looking at his members' faces, interest and curiosity was the only expression they held. "What do you guys think?"

Jimin was at a loss for words. Jimin didn't think of that, but did not seem to like the idea very much, "I don't think that's necessary--" Jimin was cut off as Jin hummed in agreement, "Namjoon's right. I'm thinking that her skills can help us in ways where her abilities of deduction and strategy formulation are unparalleled." Jin says as Hoseok nodded his head, "Maybe with her, we all can be guided to victory over rival gangs greater in number and possibly even experience." Hoseok exclaimed with hopeful eyes.

Jungkook then piped up, "She can be our strategist, our tactician even." He says. Jimin raised an eyebrow at the role. Jimin then thought about it before nodding, agreeing with that. "Alright, I’m fine with that as long as she doesn't get hurt. She's been through more than enough." Jimin sighed, thinking of the pain (Y/N) went through. "10 years of fucking confinement." He growled quietly.

The members frowned at the thought, taking it all in.

Taehyung prompted an elbow below his chin, smiling in content, thinking about the idea of a new member, a girl this time as well. "Yeah, I think that's a good idea. She can be our strategist who defines and describes the goal. Her analyses and reasoning behind her choices can strongly influence the methods of the tactician." Taehyung hummed before continuing, "With (Y/N) also being a tactician, her quality of implementation strongly influences the degree of the successful accomplishments, the goals created the strategist." Taehyung finished, the members looking at him in astonishment.

"So... (Y/N) being both our strategist and our tactician is almost like a cycle, basically Nothing too big but it'll help us a lot," Yoongi says, looking at Jimin, "(Y/N) must learn the basis of action versus planning, especially in any given situation where there are elements of both. Her effort devoted to action is tactics based whereas the effort for planning is strategy based." Yoongi explained.

Jimin exhaled, nodding understandingly. Jimin knew that (Y/N) is capable more than enough to handle all that. All she needed was proper training in combat.

"Alright. But we're going to need to know if she's willing to join or not." Jimin says before looking at his members, "However, whichever decision she makes, we must support it. It doesn't matter if she accepts to join or not, it's her choice. But with whichever choice she makes, we also must protect her, alright? From all those people after her." Jimin says, hoping that his members would agree. 

Namjoon nodded, "Yes, totally understandable, right boys?" He asked the boys, who all nodded in agreement. Namjooned sighed, looking at the clock, 12:03 AM. "I'm guessing that I must discuss this whole approach to her tomorrow, right?" He asked, looking at Jimin. "She must be tired after all that has happened today." Namjoon quietly said as Jimin nodded, sighing.

"Yeah, she's probably exhausted," Jimin says as Taehyung giggled in amusement, looking at the black haired boy, "So, is she gonna stay with us tonight?" He asked as Jimin nodded, "U-Uh, well yeah, if that's fine with all of you..." Jimin says as the members agreed with that. Taehyung wiggled his brows at him with a smirk, Jimin knowing what Taehyung was trying to say before rolling his eyes.

"I'll sleep on the couch." He says before leaving the conference room, entering the living room, "Hey, if you're tired you can--" Jimin stopped himself, seeing that the smaller girl was deep asleep on the couch. Jimin smiled sheepishly to himself, not knowing what to do. Taehyung and Jungkook popped right behind him, Taehyung aww'ing at the sight, "Wow~ She's even cuter with the bright lights on her skin." Taehyung cooed with Jungkook smiling slightly, "W-Wow~" Jungkook chimed shyly.

Jimin glared playfully at the two younger members before walking over to her sleeping form. Jimin poked her gently, waking her up. Taehyung then growled at him, surprising him in shock and confusion, "What the fuck?" Jimin asked as Taehyung rolled his eyes, "Carry her!" Taehyung demanded and Jimin scoffed, "Seriously?" Jimin rolled his eyes and poked the girl, Taehyung whining in the background, "That would've looked so cute if you did."

(Y/N)'s eyes fluttered open, smiling softly as soon as she noticed Jimin. "Hi." She murmured, scratching her eyes gently, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep." She apologized quietly. Jimin frowned at her, guessing that during her years of imprisonment, she didn't get that much sleep, and if she was ever caught sleeping during experiments, she would be punished. Jimin shook his head, sitting next to her form, "No, it's fine. You must be hella tired." He reassured. 

"Awwwwwww...~"

Jimin sighed in annoyance and (Y/N) turned around, seeing Taehyung and Jungkook. "Oh, hello there." She says shyly as Taehyung wagged his tail, "Hi, I'm Kim Taehyung, Bangtan's lovely tracker." He gleamed with a dashing smile,"I'm a wolf hybrid." He says as his fluffy wolf ears twitched. Jungkook cleared his throat, "I'm Jeon Jungkook, Bangtan's best assassin." Jungkook smirked. Jimin blankly stared at Jungkook. The younger member scoffed, "Hey, you have many roles in this. Give me at least one of them!"

Jungkook was recruited by Namjoon when he was just 15-years-old. When he was only just a teenager, he was kidnapped after his parents were killed. The kidnappers who killed Jungkook's parents kidnapped him for the purpose of selling him as a slave. He was then rescued by Jin and Taehyung. But as soon as he was found by the two, Jungkook was seen killing the kidnappers with his bare hands. And with that, Namjoon took interest in the amount of power the young man had and saw potential in him. Ever since that day, Jungkook has been a part of the team. He was known as one the strongest and stealthiest assassin in all of South Korea.

(Y/N) laughed lightly, "I'm (Y/N)." She introduced before pausing, "I'm a... Uh..." She thought, not knowing what she was really known for. "Our tactician and strategist," Jimin answered for her with a smirk. (Y/N) tilted her head in confusion, "H-Huh?" She stuttered as the two boys smirked at her. Jimin cleared his throat, standing up from the couch. "Let's go upstairs," Jimin says, motioning (Y/N). (Y/N) watched him and stood up, bowing a bit to the two boys with a shy smile.

"It was nice meeting you." She says awkwardly and quickly followed Jimin. Taehyung giggled, "She's nice." Jungkook muttered over to Taehyung. Taehyung nodded as they both watched Jimin's and (Y/N)'s retreating form. "Yeah, really cute too. Jiminnie has good taste." Taehyung smiled as Jungkook smiled as well, "I've never seen Jiminnie so..." Jungkook trailed off, "Soft?" Taehyung asked and Jungkook nodded.

"Yeah, soft. I haven't seen him smile so often."

"I'm not surprised. (Y/N) seems like the charming one."

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Jimin opened the door to his room, turning on the lights. (Y/N) slowly followed him in, looking around. His room was cleaner than (Y/N) thought. A king sized bed with white sheets, looking ever so comfortable. A black dresser with a few necessities of a man on top, just between the two windows on the wall. Black nightstands on either side of the bed, with lamps, present as well. She looked around once more, turning to see a body mirror located just beside the door to his washroom, which was connected to his walk-in closet as well.

(Y/N) quietly inhaled, smelling Jimin's sweet and floral scent, yet it smelled quite masculine as well. 

Jimin turned to her, "This is my room, where you'll be sleeping for now." Jimin says. (Y/N) sent him a worried expression, "Wait, where will you be sleeping?" She asked. Jimin hummed, "I'll be sleeping on the couch in the living room. It's no problem really." He says as he placed his phone on his nightstand, plugging his charger into it. (Y/N) frowned, "I can sleep on the couch, I'm new in this house anyway." She says and Jimin shook his head, smiling at her.

"Don't worry about it. We'll be providing you with a room to yourself. Your room should be done soon, though." Jimin said and (Y/N) sat down on his bed, sighing, Jimin noticed her behaviour before making his way over to her, sitting down next to her.

"You okay?" He asked for the umpteenth time. He noticed her body movement, a hand rested on her chest while the other clutched the bed sheets tight. Quiet groans and hisses of pain were heard as she bit her bottom plump lip. Jimin furrowed his brows, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Hey, what's wrong? Are you in pain?" He asked worriedly. 

(Y/N) smiled weakly, her breathing uneven, "Y-Yeah, just one of the side effects of having an abnormal heartbeat." She says as Jimin rose his brows in shock, "Oh shit, actually? Do you need me to go get Jin hyung? He's a doctor, a good one too. I can have him check up on you." He says and she shook her head gently, "No, I'm fine, chest pain only lasts a few minutes." She says as she slowly felt the pain go away.

Jimin gulped worriedly, "How many times do you get chest pain per day?" He asked, "Maybe around once or twice per day. I also get chest pain more than thrice if I do too many experiments in one day." She lightly laughed. Jimin sighed, "Alright, well, tomorrow I'll ask Jin hyung to check up on you, okay?" He says and the girl nodded.

Jimin sighed, standing up, "Well, I'll leave you to sleep now." He nodded at her as she slowly settled into his sheets. Jimin turned on one of the lamps before turning off the room light. Just before he left the room, (Y/N) called Jimin, "Wait, Jimin sunbae," She started. Jimin stopped his tracks, looking at her. That was probably the first time he has ever heard his name roll off her tongue. He liked the way it sounded coming from her, making him smile a bit, "Yeah?" He says gently.

"Thank you."

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(Y/N) was greeted with the smell of bacon. She slowly got up from where she slept. She stretched, smiling slightly, thinking that was the best sleep she has ever had in years.

She got up from the bed, making the bed as neatly as she can. She looked around before her eyes landed on a pile of folded clothes. 

You're welcome to take a shower. Here are some old clothes of mine, you can change into these - Jimin

She smiled at the note, looking at the clothes. She took the clothes and walked into Jimin's bathroom, stripping her clothes down, as well as Jimin's sweater, throwing them in the hamper. (Y/N) turned to the mirror, taking in her appearance. She sighed, seeing all the faded scratches and scars around her shoulder blades and a bit around her waist. Her eyes then traced to her neck, noticing the ugly scar from all the injections.

She shook her head, looking around for a towel. She looked at the small closet in the washroom before opening it, seeing a stack of towels. She sighed in content, hanging the towel nearby the shower and walked in, closing the glass door behind her. 

She washed her body with body wash and washed her hair using Jimin's shower necessities. She massaged her head with the shampoo and sighed at the satisfaction of the feeling. It has indeed been a long time since she showered with warm water. All she had back in the laboratory was cold water. The warm water running down her back to her toes, she loved the feeling.

Suddenly, the glass door was yanked open, her nude body shivering at the room temperature.

She yelped and looked up to see none other than Taehyung, his tail wagging rapidly.

She gasped and looked at her surroundings, bringing the shampoo bottles and bar of soap to her body, hoping it did more than just hiding her nude body. "T-Taehyung sunbae! What're you doing?" She asked frantically, her face bright red as Taehyung simply just stared into her eyes.

"Good morning, (Y/N)~ Just wanted to tell you that breakfast is almost ready," Taehyung says and (Y/N) nodded vigorously. Taehyung hummed in content before closing the glass door. (Y/N) huffed before setting down the bottles and bar of soap, continuing her shower.

"And besides,"

Taehyung once again opens the door halfway, "Don't get flustered around me, especially at a time like this. It's only me. I know what women look like when they're naked. Ever heard of porn? I'm a hybrid too, I get ruts you know." Taehyung says and (Y/N) blushed furiously as she covered her parts with her hands. "Jiminnie probably saw you naked already since he's like the, uh, one who took you in, right?" Taehyung joked and (Y/N) threw a bar of soap at him, "Sunbae!" She blushed furiously, wanting him to leave and Taehyung smiled, "Please call me something else other than that. How 'bout Oppa?" Taehyung giggled, "U-Uhhh..." (Y/N) blushed.

"What're you doing?" (Y/N) hears Jungkook's voice, "Please get out!" She says and Taehyung was pulled by the collar, "Didn't I tell you to tell her that breakfast was almost ready? I don't recall asking you to have a conversation with her as she showers, you sicko." (Y/N) hears Jimin growl, "But Jiminnn, I wanna talk to her!" Taehyung whined, "You can talk to her after." Jimin gritted his teeth. Jungkook peeped inside the shower, "Hi (Y/N)!" Jungkook smiles and (Y/N) once again threw the bar of soap at him, "Can I please shower in peace?" She exclaimed and Jungkook was also pulled back by Jimin, and boy was Jimin furious.

"Aw Jiminniee you're just jealous 'cause we saw her naked!" Taehyung says and Jungkook giggled, "Sorry (Y/N)!" Jungkook says and Jimin closed the door rather loudly. (Y/N) no longer heard their voices, and slowly proceeded with her shower.

"W-W-Wow! (Y/N) has such a nice body!" Jungkook exclaimed, "Tch, why did you even look." Jimin says angrily, "I knew you two were perverted." He sighed and Taehyung chuckled, "They were huge!" Taehyung says in awe and made a cupping gesture with his hands, making Jimin slap the nape of his neck, "You fucking pig!" Jimin exclaimed making Jungkook and Taehyung giggle.

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(Y/N) slipped on the clothes Jimin has given her. A navy blue sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. She smiled at her appearance, she was indeed comfortable. She slowly opened the door, walking out into the hallway. She then walked down the grand staircase, walking into the dining room, the table filled with loads of food for everyone.

"Ah, there she is." Hoseok smiled and Taehyung grinned, "Wah! (Y/N)! You look so cute!" Taehyung grinned and she smiled shyly, thanking him quietly, "He can't stop thinking about your body." Jungkook laughed and (Y/N) blushed furiously. Jimin notices how embarrassed she is, and smacks both Taehyung and Jungkook's nape. "Perverts." He mumbled and Hoseok shook his head, chuckling.

Hoseok looked at her with a smile, his golden orbs shining. "I don't think I have introduced myself," He says, "I'm Jung Hoseok, the engineer, mechanic and weaponry expert." He says before showing off his mechanical hands, "And a cyborg." He says.

As a cyborg, Hoseok had an entire mechanical body and was definitely handsome. His face and ears looked like real human ones, made of artificial skin material. (Y/N) stared into his eyes with interest, seeing that his eyes were the one thing that (Y/N) noticed the most, black sclera with gold irises.

(Y/N) gleamed at him with a charming smile, "I'm (Y/N)," She says and sat down next to Jimin, who was busy scrolling through his phone, "I've never seen a cyborg before. Although, it's cool to see one now, knowing that there aren't many in the world." She shyly says as Hoseok cooed at her.

Jimin then turned off his phone, turning to (Y/N), scanning her appearance. She looked much cleaner and somewhat brighter than when he first saw her. He smiled, handing her a plate, "Here, dig in, get whatever you want, eat as much as you want. You must be hungry as hell." Jimin says, handing her a plate and utensils with her thanking him.

However, before she ate, she took out her pill bottle, taking two pills out. Jimin watched her every move, frowning slightly at the sight. She swallowed them whole, drinking water right after. She coughed a few times before smiling reassuringly at Jimin and the boys.

After eating the delicious breakfast, Jimin turned to her. "The rest of our group are in the conference room. You and I will go in there as soon as you're done, okay? We just have to do some discussing is all." (Y/N) nodded nervously, finishing up her food. As soon as she finished, Jimin helped her clean up and placed her dish in the sink.

"Alright, let's go," Jimin says, making his way over to the conference room. (Y/N) was nervous, especially if it was about herself.

The two walked into the room, Jin, Namjoon, and Yoongi present, sitting down on the table. Jimin motioned for her sit beside him.

Namjoon smiled at her, "Hello, (Y/N). We've all heard about you." Namjoon says and noticed her nervous behaviour, "Ah, don't worry, we won't hurt you, we promise." He says and cleared his throat, "I'm Kim Namjoon, Bangtan's leader. It's a pleasure to meet you." He gleamed as Jin nodded at her, "I'm Kim Seokjin, Jin is fine by the way, and I'm Bangtan's doctor and right-hand man to Namjoon." He introduced and (Y/N) could really tell that he was the heartthrob of the group, especially with his handsome looks.

Yoongi then waved with a slight smile in attempts to make her comfortable with the new atmosphere she was in, "I'm Min Yoongi, Bangtan's hacker and dealer." Is all he says. (Y/N) inhaled and exhaled deeply, "I'm (Y/N), um, you're guest." She smiled shyly as Namjoon smiled gently at her.

"Well, (Y/N), as we heard a lot about you and about what got you here, we were all starting to think that you would make a great strategist and a tactician. Just know that we will protect you from those who are after you no matter what decision you make. So, how about it?" Namjoon asked and (Y/N) widen her eyes in confusion, taking all this in. A tactician? A strategist? (Y/N) thought to herself, understanding the meaning of becoming one, especially for the strongest gang in Seoul, or maybe of all of South Korea itself.

Before (Y/N) could say anything, Yoongi looked at her, "Miss (Y/N), your keen eye for detail and your advanced intellectual skills compared to others is remarkable, a trait that distinguishes you among ourselves, thus making you perfect for those specific roles." Yoongi says and Jin nodded in agreement. Jimin looked at her and all she did was breathe heavily, thinking about it.

"In exchange for saving my life," She looked at Jimin, "providing me with food, a roof under my head," She smiled, "I'll do it." (Y/N) understood the consequences of being in the gang, let alone the strongest and most feared one. "I was known for having such a high IQ and even with my highly perceptive and good with problem-solving capabilities, I'm a skilled planner and good at mapping out scenarios as my plans are made up out of pure inspiration." She says as Namjoon tilted his head. “Do you understand the consequences of joining a gang? Understanding all the dangers you will be involved in?” He asked as (Y/N) nodded, “I understand.”

"Tell me, Miss (Y/N), do you have experience?" He asked. (Y/N) thought about it before nodding, "Yeah, I do actually," She says and Namjoon motioned for her to explain, "I'm guessing that you all know about my confinement?" Everyone nods. (Y/N) looked at all of them before sighing shyly.

"As a genius in logic and problems, Quan Banjo made me play in those gambling parties for money. I was described as a master of chess, winning every chess game I've ever played, as well as those other card games you play when gambling." She paused before Namjoon nodded, "I see, and you have quite the combat skills, am I right?" She nodded, "As a scrapper, my abilities put me in the top 10 of strongest scrappers. I would have to say that my combat is more or less average but I am noted as being one of the quickest scrappers, easily outmanoeuvring my opponents, being a very difficult target to catch." She says as Yoongi hummed.

"Is there anything else we need to know about your skills? Especially with your intellectual skills?" He asked as (Y/N) nodded, "I can speak 18 different languages." Jimin looked at her in astonishment, as well as the other members. Namjoon smirked, "Do you know English?" He says in English. (Y/N) smirked, "Yeah, I learned it in under 15 minutes, as well as the other 16 languages." She says in English as well. The three other members looked at them in confusion, not really understanding. Namjoon looked at his members, "She said she learned English under 15 minutes." He says in an impressed tone. The members nodded understanding, impressed as well.

"Well, shit." Jimin smirked at her, "You're really smart, huh?" (Y/N) shrugged, "I guess so."

"So, you're shown to be a genius with almost supernatural intelligence, with incredible scientific calculation and simulation abilities." Jin says and (Y/N) nodded, "Yeah, basically," She says before smiling, "I also possess eidetic memory, meaning that I am able to learn and recall a vast amount of information quickly and accurately." She says as Namjoon let out a breath of content, smiling ear to ear.

Namjoon looked at the girl, "Oh yeah, before we end this off, let's talk about what really got you here." (Y/N) looked at him and remembered, knowing what he was talking about. The code.

"Ah, that's right." She says and Jimin sighed, "I told them everything, about it being a long ass number to a code to the safe." He explained. (Y/N) nodded, "I don't know anything else about it except the code itself, I really don't know about the location." She sighed and Namjoon nodded, "Alright, that's fine, totally understandable." Namjoon says, "Just wanted to make sure if there was anything else we didn't know."

Jin looked at (Y/N) with concerned eyes, "Is there anything else we need to know? Health conditions or anything like that? I can give you a check-up and any vaccines to catch up on." He asked and Jimin nodded, "Last night, I witnessed (Y/N) having chest pain, and fuck, it looked like it hurt." Jimin says and (Y/N) frowned, "Y-Yeah... You see, I was born with an abnormal heartbeat," She paused, "Abnormal Heart Murmur." She said quietly.

Jin sighed, nodding, "I understand. I'll have you checked up after this alright? Are you given any medications?" She nodded, pulling out her pill bottle, "Warafin and aspirin, given to me at the laboratory ever since I was confined." She says, handing the bottle over to Jin. Jin examined the bottle and shook his head, "I mean, sure, they helped you but not by very much, especially with all things you went through from injections and fighting." He sighed, "I'll prescribe you with new medications, something that is way better than these cheap ass pills." He sighed, handing it back to her as she thanked him sincerely.

Namjoon then turned to (Y/N), "Alright, new blood, are you sure you want to join Bangtan?" Namjoon smirked at her, along with the other boys.

(Y/N) thought about everything she went through, for 10 fucking years. From injections to experiments, to gambling, to fighting, having different gangs to come after her and to this. She looked at the boys with a soft smile, believing that she was indeed making a good choice, for her well-being and for her future. Especially with Jimin by her side along with the other boys who seem to be very strong in their very own way, she felt safe.

She looked at Namjoon, "Yes, I'm sure." Namjoon stood up, bringing his hand out to her. The other boys smiled at her as he brought her small hand into Namjoon's larger ones.

"Welcome to Bangtan."

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omg im so sorry for not updating for so long!!i’m think of posting this fic on other sources if its easier for any of you, but im not so sure, lemme know!

[artist-emerald]

Ends Beginnings

Short Gwenvid fic I decided to write. Hope yall enjoy!

The sun slowly set on this sad day, the day the campers left to go back home.  David sadly waved at the bus as it began to disappear from view and leave nothing but a dust trail behind it.  David sighed a lowly breath of sadness, but took a sharp inhale of the pine filled air and he was back to his old self.  Sure the campers were gone, but there will be new ones next year maybe some of them will come back.  David then took a few moments to take in all the glory of Camp Campbell in its now empty state.

David: “Just a few…minor repairs.  I bet we’ll make it look better for next year!”

David made his way to Campbell’s old office, with Campbell gone he’d have to figure out who gets to own the camp and how they’ll finance it. David walked in to see his co-counselor, Gwen, trying to figure how to get into Campbell’s safe, there were papers scattered all over the floor and Campbell’s desk was flipped upside down.

David: “Gwen, what are you doing?”

Gwen: “Trying to get this stupid safe open to see if that prick left anything inside.”

David: “But that belongs to Mr. Campbell.”

Gwen: “And?”

David: “…I know the code!”

David walked over the safe and simply dialed in the correct combination to which the safe opened with a click.  Gwen looked at David with a glare of anger and confusion.

Gwen: “You knew the combination this whole time?!”

David: “No, just the recent one.  Mr. Campbell changes it every time he’s here.”

Gwen: “Y’know what…that makes sense.”

Gwen quickly swung open the door to the safe to find some files and only a couple thousand dollars.  Gwen was hoping for a little more, but she had to take what she could get.  David in the other hand was interested in those files, perhaps one of them could help with the situation they were in.  David started looking over the file titles and found one that was labeled “Will of the Camp.”

David: “Hey Gwen, according to this file, if anything were to happen to Campbell either it be death or incarceration; Camp Campbell and its belonging would be forfeited to a…Mr. E.”

Gwen: “That sounds like…a bet?  Did Campbell bet the camp and lose it when he got arrested?”

David: “I guess so, and I guess we have to contact this Mr. E and let him know.”

The door swung open after David said that, and in the doorway stood a rather tired looking young man, looking to be only a little younger than David. “I’m already aware of the situation and therefore I am here.”

Gwen looked over to David with a confused look, but David could only shrug.

Mr. E: “Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Mr. E, and to put in bluntly I’m not going to really be active around the camp.  I’m going to leave all that to you two, but if there are any problems or anything that needs replacing or even if we need something, be sure to let me know.”

David: “Well golly Mr. E, I’m so glad you could get here when you could! The camp could use some repairs and new equipment for next year!”

Mr. E: “Yes, I noticed as I arrived.  This check should cover any of those things but if you need anything else I’ll be here in my office.  No if you two will excuse me, I have work to do.”

David looked at the check and was aghast by the amount of money on the check.  He could get new state of the art science equipment for Science Camp, and maybe even build an actual fort for Magic Camp.  Gwen glanced a peek at the check and nearly fainted.  The two counselors began to leave in silence before they were stopped.

Mr. E: “Now hang on just a second…you two aren’t dating are you?”

Gwen: “What? Pffft, noooo we’re not dating…that would be against the rules right?”

David: “While I love and respect Gwen as a friend and coworker, we don’t see each other in that way.”

Both of the counselor were looking at their new boss with flustered faces and awkward smiles.

Mr. E: “I mean, first of all, it’s not against the rules, and second, I honestly don’t care if you’re dating or not.  I just have one rule, no copulating during daylight camp hours.  I don’t need another Friday the 13th incident on my hands.”

Gwen and David looked at each other and slowly began to back out of the main office.  When they closed the door behind them they walked over to the docks.  They sat down next to each other at the end of the dock to contemplate how things are gonna change in the camp.

David: “Our new boss seems nice…I guess.”

Gwen: “David…you said you love me.”

David: “Well of course I do, you’re your own person and you never let anyone get in the way of that and-“

David was stopped as Gwen grabbed his hand with hers, their eyes locked and David noticed that Gwen’s lavender eyes were beginning to water.

Gwen: “You said you love me…do you really love me?”

David looked at Gwen with a hint of surprise, but then reassured her with a big, warm smile.

David: “Yeah.  I…never said it before because…I didn’t think you’d want me.”

David felt himself get pulled in towards Gwen, he felt the softness of her lips on his.  He could smell the sweet berry shampoo in her hair that she used this morning.  What he noticed the most were the hot tears pouring from her eyes as she held him close to her.

Gwen: “I always thought…you were too good for me, but every time I start feeling down you’re there.  You’re always there to help me feel better, and I don’t even know if I deserve the love of such a caring person like you.”

David hugged his arms around Gwen as she gently cried into his shoulder.  He stroked his fingers through her hair as he looked out into the sunset.  Gwen finally pulled away to wipe away her tears and she looked at David with a small smile.  David smiled back and held out his pinkie finger.

David: “I promise I’ll always be here to help you in your times of need, and that…I’ll love you no matter what.”

Gwen blushed when he said that, and wrapped her pinkie finger around his.

Gwen: “And I promise to be a better partner…in work and in love.”

The two gazed into each other’s eyes before sealing their promise with a kiss.  A promise that would last them summers on end.

[reesebird]

New Post has been published on https://reesebird.com/2019/07/21/help-the-houswife/

Help the Houswife!

This may be a bit of reading so i will apologize in advance.

I need help from someone, anyone! At this point anything will help.

Background: i am 26 years old with a 6 year old daughter and a husband. (10+ years high school sweethearts) I live in a home that my mother & father own. I live here rent free, with a catch.. My 24 yer old brother and his 6 year old son must live here rent free as well. It is up to the both of us to keep up on the property and make home repairs since we live rent free. It has been this way for 3 years now. In these 3 years my brother, lets call him Taylor.. Has not had a job at all. His son does not have a mother. She dropped him off at 3 months old and has never looked back.. He does not get child support. Nor does he get foodstamps or medical insurance because he will not go for child support, he blantly refuses. Therefore he brings nothing into the household. My husband has honestly the shittest job there is. Hes a foreman for a fence company but sees between 2-300 a week. His company says hes only been a foreman for 4 months so hes still in “training” whatever that means. It is next to impossible to live off of but we make it work! Taylor doesnt help with daily upkeep on the house. He stays at the nieghbors house 80% of the time. He comes over with his son gets food, drinks whatever they need leaves a huge mess then leaves. He doesnt bathe his son, he once went 2 weeks before i realized little dude hadnt had a bath! Little dude doesnt have to pick up toys. Little dude can dump out 10,000 legos and when i aak who is going to pick them up Taylor answers with “well if YOU want them picked up, YOU will do it.” I do all the chores here, i dont ask my husband to do much (husband isnt completely innocent we’ll get to him in a moment) i have gotten Taylor to do dishes 2x in 3 years. Taylor goes around the neighborhood and picks up other peoples trash like furniture, tables, broken tools, busted lawn mowers anything you can think of is piled high in the front yard. My neighborhood calls my yard the junk yard and its so embarrassing! If i ask my parents for help they tell me “you guys are adults, we let you live here rent free so work your problems out with yourselves” and you know i totally agree with that! But why wont Taylor grow up, get with the program and raise his child?! Today was the last straw. The event that happened roday made me make this post.. We live in a 2 story house, Taylor & little dude have the upstair all to themselves. There is a foyer entryway before you get to the stairs that is blocked off by a closed door. Today i seen something white wigglying under the door (no carpet) i opened the door and the floor was COVERED in dog poop and maggots!! I had a mini panic attack then RAN to go get the bleach. I bleached everything!! Then when he came back for a drink run from the neighbors, i sreamed at him WTF?! We have kids that live here! If you want to live like that fine but YOU WILL NOT DO THIS TO YOUR CHILD! He looked at me, blinked and walked out of the door headed for the neighbors house. My parents also are not innocent, on one hand they tell us to work it out.. On the other hand they will call me on payday and ask “can you give Taylor $20” umm whyy?? “So he can get a little weed, hes a single father he needs to blow off some steam” if i dont give him the cash i have to listen for days about how my parents have helped me out so much by not charging me rent and i should help them out by helping Taylor. Doesnt make sense to me. or my parents make excuses for him “hes a man he shouldnt have to clean as much as you” or “they dont make that much of a mess how hard is it to just do it for them?” I have spent 2 years begging my husband to move us out, he cant afford it. He suggested i get a job. So i did. For 3 weeks. Taylor was home watching both kids while i worked. I would come home after 8/9 hour shift and clean my ass off. Dishes, sweep, mop, collect all trash from throughout the day, laundry.. Too the point my husband is screaming at me to sit down and stop, but i cant i am the person that if i spill a drink on the floor i will get a towel to clean it, my husband and brother do not.. It will sit there untill i find it. I get shit from my husband about all this as well. Hes pissed taylor is treating me like a slave and taking it out on me, saying im the reason all this is happening, because i wont stand up for myself.. But my father has looked him in the eyes and said “Taylor can do whatever he wants and needs to do in his fathers house if yall dont like it find somewhere to pay rent” my father knows 100% if we leave he has to come here clean the house pay his bills buyhis food and cook it for him, my father said he will do anything for his son and granson.. This situation has sent me to the mental hospital. I got prescribed buspars so whenever im mad and have to spend 4 hours deep cleaning the house everyone tells me to go take my meds.. Uhh YALL ARE THE REASON IM ON THEM! My husband has taken up drinking beer to the point of passing out every single night because of this. I hate it. When i was 8 years old i made a promise to my father. He made me promise that i would NEVER marry an alcoholic. When we got together almost 11 years ago he was completely against any alcohol. Now he says blame your brother for this beer i cant handle all this. I beg him to stop drinking but he screams at me that he is a grown man with a job and can do what he wants and says he doesnt care about a promise i made with a man who is letting another man treat me like shit. But the promise honestly does mean so much too me. I hate the beer. I hate the smell. I hate the smell of his breath (that he constantly swears im crazy cause “my breath dont smell like beer” as hes taking a sip of beer) i hate having to pick up ALL the beer cans EVERY morning. I have asked my husband for 8 months if i could get my nails done.. We cant afford it but we can afford beer every day!

Really what can i do? How do i handle this? How do i get my brother and husband to all work together as adults to get things done? Right now i am a slave and i want things to change, im desperate S.O.S

[5hfanfiction]

Flame

Based on Flame by Tinashe

She walks into their bedroom slowly to not make a sound and wake her sleeping girlfriend. Camila glances at the clock on her night side table and sighs, 2:10 a.m. flashes in a blue hue. Ridding herself of her day clothes, she slips under the covers and eases herself behind her raven-haired girlfriend, hoping the girl doesn’t stir. Camila places one hand on Lauren’s hip and pulls herself closer, expecting the usual warmth provided by her girlfriend. Just as she feels a hand on her hip, Lauren stirs and nudges her girlfriend’s hand off her body.

“You’re late again…” Lauren murmurs.

Sighing, Camila answers “It was another late night at the studio…”

“Seems like it’s always late nights at the studio”

Camila doesn’t answer because…how could she? She knows she hasn’t spent time with her girlfriend as of lately but the label has been praising her for the work done in the studio, she really feels like her big break is coming soon.

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The next morning Camila wakes up early, beating her alarm clock and makes her way towards the kitchen. She decides that breakfast in bed would be a good start in proving to Lauren that she still is committed to their relationship and still cares for her.

After setting a plate of blueberry pancakes and a cold glass of milk on a tray, Camila makes her towards their bedroom but is met with an already dressed Lauren exiting the bedroom door.

“Oh…I was going to surprise you wit-“ she starts but gets interrupted by her green eyed beauty.

“I didn’t see you in bed so I thought you left for the studio again…” Lauren glances at the tray and half smiles “Thanks Camz but I made plans for the day already, I’m going out with Keana.”

She kisses Camila’s cheek and leaves through the front door of the apartment. With a sigh, Camila turns around and walks back to the kitchen and eats the breakfast she made.

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There was a switch in roles, Camila was the one waiting at home with dinner made, anxiously waiting her girlfriend’s arrival everyday while Lauren was out with friends – mainly Keana- after coming to the realization (on her own and with help from Keana) that she doesn’t have to be the one waiting on Camila, it can be the other way around.

It was another night just like the previous nights, where Lauren walks into the apartment at the break of dawn, finding Camila asleep on the couch, a dinner plate covered in tin foil and one candle slowly burning, the flame still holding on. Lauren walks over to her sleeping girlfriend and kisses her forehead. She makes her way to the kitchen counter and blows out the flame, then walks to their bedroom to get some sleep.

The next morning, Lauren wakes up to loud noises coming from the kitchen at such an ungodly hour. Groaning loudly in an attempt to catch Camila’s attention, the noises came to a sudden stop. Quick, heavy steps make their way towards the bedroom and the door flung open.

“Sorry for waking you up, I didn’t mean to disturb your peaceful slumber I know these long nights are really hard on you, partying till last call with Keana and whoever the fuck you’re out with must be really taking a toll on you” The sass filled comment matched Camila’s stance with her arms crossed and one hip cocked out.

Sitting up, Lauren scoffed “My long nights?! Sorry that I decided I’m not going to wait around for you anymore, Camila! I have better things to do then be your bitch!”

Both girls were red in the face and both knew they reached a boiling point in their relationship.

“I’m working! I’m chasing after my dream! You know how much music means to me!” Camila watched her girlfriend’s face drop while the words flew out of her mouth.

Lauren’s head drops and she holds her face in her hands.

“Camz…” sobbing momentarily before looking up at the petit girl “You not being here, our relationship feels so one sided” She tries to wipe away her tears but they continue to spill. “I feel like I’m the only one trying here…but you have your music and I don’t want to keep you from that.” 

Feeling hopeless as she watches her girlfriend break down in front of her, she climbs onto the bed and holds Lauren’s chin in between her fingers

“Baby, you gotta tell me these things, I want to be here for you.”

“Then come home at night, Camz! At a proper time!”

Camila nods and kisses the girl’s forehead “I will, Lo”

“And don’t fucking make excuses to go to the studio, be honest with me”

“I promise, anything for you…Anytime you feel like this is going south, let me know. I know I haven’t been the greatest girlfriend as of lately” She holds Lauren’s face in her hands and kisses her softly all over “But let me know and I’ll do whatever to repair the damage done”

Lauren looks into those brown eyes and tries to find the girl she first fell in love with, she nods and leans in and kisses her girlfriend. Camila kisses back and prays that they won’t go through anymore rough patches.

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Months passed after the emotional morning conversation, Camila tried effortlessly to repair the damage she had caused to her relationship. Romantic homemade dinners, watching Lauren’s favourite movies, scheduling day studio sessions rather than night, even making fried platano on Sunday mornings.

Lauren appreciated the efforts made by Camila and took the time to show her girlfriend she cared though they weren’t enough. Lauren had depended on Keana to be the shoulder to cry on whenever Camila was having another late night or when the relationship was going through one of its inevitable rough patches. So much to the point where the occasional girls’ night out turned into something a little more intimate and served to fulfill Lauren’s needs. Keana was there to pick up Lauren when she fell and both girls didn’t want to let go of each other.

Camila and Lauren laid beside each other in bed, both looking at the bedroom ceiling. Camila’s hand slowly found Lauren’s and intertwined their fingers, expecting a comforting squeeze from her girlfriend but instead was met with a loose hand hold.

She turned her head and looked at her girlfriend, “Tell me what’s wrong, Lo.”

She could hear Lauren gulp “I…it’s nothing, let’s go to sleep.”

Frustrated, Camila sits up and turns to face the laying girl “Don’t run away, Lauren.”

Lauren sits up and leans against the headboard of the bed “I’m already gone, Camila”

“What? What are you talking about?”

Lauren runs a hand through her hair “We should end this before it gets any worse, why are we still holding on?”

“Lauren! What the fuck is going? We’ve been making it work, I’ve been spending more time with you, I’m showing you that I’m still here, here for you, here for us!”

“But I’m not Camila! And you haven’t seen it!”

They both sat in silence for a few moments, minds racing on what to say next and what will become of the two of them. They had always been Lauren and Camila, but now its just Lauren and just Camila.

Camila rests her back against the headboard, silent with tears welling in her eyes. Lauren turns to look at the girl that she had loved.

“Camz –“

“Don’t. You can’t call me that right now” Camila was firm in her response. “Who is it? Someone I know?”

“Camila, please let’s not do this right now…”

“Just tell me, Lauren.”

Lauren sighed “Keana.” She glanced up at the brown eyed girl and waited for her reaction. 

Camila’s head dropped and she nodded slowly, biting her lip to refrain from any further facial expressions presenting themselves. “Since when?”

 “Camila, please don’t.” Lauren pleaded.

“Well!” Camila starts with a defeated sigh, “…we can still fix this, right? You’re gone but I can make you come back and want to stay!” Camila looked at the girl she desperately loved and held both of her hands. Lauren pulled away slowly and shook her head. “Lauren, please…we can make this work.”

“We tried, it didn’t happen for us and that’s okay.”

“But I didn’t try hard enou-“

Lauren interrupted, “You did enough, what we had was good for a little while but we both need more from each other that we can’t give each other”

 Camila let the tears welling in her eyes, fall down her cheeks. It seemed only a few months ago they were having this same conversation but now the tables have turned and Lauren was leaving.

Lauren leaned in and gave Camila one final kiss before getting up out of bed and walking into the bathroom. Camila has multiple thoughts running through her mind consuming all of her attention that she didn’t notice walking out.

Lauren started packing some clothes for the next few days, deciding it was better than she left now to give Camila some time to process the end of their relationship. As she zipped up her bag, she walked towards the bedroom door and looked behind her to see those big brown eyes that once could hold her attention for days and days, watching her.

“I’ll see you around, Camila.”

“Don’t go please.” Eyes threatening to spill even more tears.

“I have to.”

 As she turned around and walked through the apartment to the front door, she heard the wails of Camila’s crying. Lauren had to wipe her own tears, she had to do what was beside for her. She couldn’t put her life on hold anymore, she was ready to live for herself now.

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Hey yall! Hope you enjoyed this fic, it’s my first time writing anything fic/camren fic so I hope yall liked it! Tinashe’s new single Flame is a bop, an emotional, makes – me - feel- some – type – of – way track that I’ve been in love with so yall should definitely check out the song and peep the rest of Tinashe’s discography bc she’s v underrated, v talented and is deserving of your coins!!! Anywho, yall can follow me on tumblr at @asapjauregui