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community: the paintball quadrilogy

“occasionally our campus erupts into a flawless post-modern homage to action/adventure mythology, mischaracterised by the ignorant as parody.”

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Smithsonian Narrator Guy: Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

(It literally didn’t occur to me until I was making this that Troy and Bucky have the same last name because I’m an idiot)

aspendailies  asked:

Ok but bts gang au?? I've read a few of these (there needs to be more) but the paintball just inspired me more?? Rapmon is the leader of the team cause he's amazing and Yoongi is his right hand man. Jin is the spy that goes undercover in all the big companies and hobi is the sweet but deadly hand-to-hand combat guy. Taetae is the sweet-talker and deals with kidnapping and works with jin. Jimin is the master sniper and can kill without looking and kookie is just the all-around prodigy pls help

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jimin // Jungkook // Suga // V // Rap Monster

I’VE BEEN STARING AT THIS FOR A LONG WHILE AND I’VE BEEN WANTING TO MAKE EACH BOY A CHAPTER BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW SO I’M TAKING SUGGESTIONS IF YOU HAVE ANY FOR EACH BOY CONCERNING THIS DESCRIPTION, BUT FOR NOW I’M GOING TO WRITE ABOUT FUCKING RANK ASS JIMIN THE MASTER SNIPER HELL YEAH. I’ll make this into a mini series of 7 chapters!!! I’ll probably finish it after posting up Seokjin’s I NEED U story though lmfaooo. STILL HAVEN’T FINISHED THAT SHIT NICE. I didn’t proofread this so my apologies if it makes no sense!!!

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You brought the glass to your lips, taking a sip from it before placing it back down and popping out your joints. The dress you wore for tonight was tight,red, loud. After the blind date you’d just been released from, you found yourself in the sleaziest bar you could find. A university student trying to become a 4th grade teacher…interesting. It wasn’t something you needed in your life, and you were bored to death by the way he had tried to get you to suck him off in the least subtle way. Still, you knew the moment you stood up you were finished with his existence and would not call him back. You made a mental note to text your friend who’d only intended for you to be with the best.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here at this time of night?” A voice purred at you, and you knew it was only a matter of time until you had to punch someone just to have a simple drink.

You turned, noticing the face was not only unattractive, but beaten up and bruised as well. You picked up your drink again, taking a big swig from it and placing it down.

“Not interested,” you shot him a look. The alcohol on his breath informed you that he was absolutely smashed, and you just hoped someone was around to save you when he got in your face.

“Alright, that’s fine. Got a bitch on my hands thinking you’re too good for everyone?”

“She said she wasn’t interested, buddy.” A voice caught your attention, and it made the sleazy man turn around and stare. His hair was a fading orange color, the kind of a sunset hanging over the horizon in the middle of winter. He had his elbow laying on the bar counter, and chin on his hand. The man winked in your direction, twinkling his fingers from his free hand towards you.

“Who are y- Jimin…” The sleazy one halted his words, eyes growing wide and hands hanging up in the air as if he were about to be arrested. The one known as Jimin rose from his seat, rolling out his shoulders and cracking his neck.

“Look man, I don’t want any trouble.” The man said, backing away slightly. Perhaps Jimin was bar security? No, that would mean he was drinking on the job. In most cases, that would be entirely unacceptable. You weren’t doubting it wasn’t here, either.

Once the man was clearly out of sight, Jimin sat down beside you. He slid his drink next to you, clinking both glasses together before he took it down like a shot. You watched his face pucker up in satisfaction, before exhaling loudly and slamming his glass down.

“Come here often?”

“That’s so cheesy.” You muttered, turning away and smiling to yourself.

“Oh, alright. You don’t like that? Sorry for wasting your time.”

You turned quickly, hand tightening in his leather jacket. “Don’t go, what if someone tries to catcall me again and you’re not around to save me?”

He didn’t have to turn around for you to know he was smiling. Jimin sat back in his chair, waving for the bar tender to bring another drink around. He gave Jimin a sour look, placing the almost empty bottle in front of him.

“You going to pay for your tab soon, Jimin?”

“Aw, don’t be like that. I always pay for my tab whenever Joonie makes it big. We got a big drug bust soon, buddy. I’m the main player this time.”

“If you die I’m telling Namjoon you owe almost 700 fucking dollars in booze.” The bartender snapped, opening the cap of the alcohol and pouring the rest of the contents in his cup. Jimin waved him off.

“What’ll he do, kill me again? Not likely, pal.”

The bartender disappeared to the other side of the joint, leaving you and Jimin alone. It sounded as if Jimin was a cop, but you weren’t so sure.

“So you’re like…a cop? Is that why that dumb ass was so scared of you?”

Jimin broke into hysterical laughter, slapping the table with the flat of his palm. You weren’t sure what was the reason he was laughing for, but for some reason you laughed along. His face was suddenly serene, totally expressionless and hardened.

“Quite the opposite, babe.”

Your heart was beating in your throat. The opposite? “You…break the law?”

“Do I?” He took another swig of his drink, downing the whole glass in one go. Staring at him for a long moment, you realized you had to get to know him better. It wasn’t because you wanted too, it was because you definitely needed to know him. You shuffled your bar stool closer to him, downing your whole drink and struggling to swallow it. Jimin snorted slightly, bumping his shoulder against yours.

“Long night, sweet heart?”

Just the way he said sweet heart sent shivers down your spine. It definitely wasn’t the first time he’d said it, no way. He probably called every female he met sweet heart, so you tried not to let it affect you too much.

“Mm, something like that…” You contemplated telling a complete stranger about your cliche blind date with the most boring man on Earth, but decided it would make you sound like the most stuck up bitch in the universe. Laughing, Jimin looked up at you under his lashes.

“Let me guess…he’s tall, good looking, but the most boring sack of shit you’ve ever seen in your life? Doesn’t know how to have a good party? Takes everything too seriously?”

Your eyes met his in a daze, and you seriously thought he could read your mind. He’d guessed everything after a simple glance. No way, no way.

“How did you know?”

“Sniper’s intuition.” He grinned back, looking towards the dimly lit bar in front of the two of you. Only a few people stood around, playing pool. Others danced hazily to the background music that was deeply fading because of how loud the voices were.

“Is that even real?” You accused with a deep laugh, swiping your tongue against your bottom lip. Now you could definitely understand why the word sweet heart sounded like an everyday name to him. You flicked hair out of your face, flashing him a grin.

“No, I just made it up to hear your laugh. It’s exactly how I thought it would sound.”

“Oh, and how’s that?” You challenged, with a hint of determination flitting your tongue. Just the way his eyes darkened, you knew you were in for a ride.

“Sexy.”

“You should ask for people’s names before getting straight to the hand holding, you know.” You teased him, lazily dropping your chin into your hand. He mimicked you, playing with a strand of your hair nonchalantly.

“It’s a pleasure, but if I tell you my name I’ll have to kill you after.”

“Didn’t I hear that man over there say it? What was it, Jiman? Jimin?” You feigned innocence, pretending to pronounce his name wrong. All it did was make him smile brighter.

“Nice try, sweet heart. Don’t pretend you didn’t remember my name right when he spoke it. Will you tell me you’re name?”

You did. You told him your name, and he raised a brow.

“A beautiful name to match a beautiful girl.”

“Oh, stop. The cliche’s are getting a little out of hand now.” You had to admit, it was a charm you were beginning to fall for.

“You’d be wishing I was only full of cliche’s after figure out my actual occupation.” He turned away from you, hopping off of his seat. For a moment your heart left your chest, and you were afraid he was going to leave, but he didn’t. He turned your stool around to face him, before spreading both of your legs and stepping between them. For some reason you didn’t stop him once both warm hands were placed on your knee caps. Jimin leaned in close to your ear, his breath tickling the lobe.

“What do you do?” You breathed, placing a hand firmly on his chest. Even through the simple t-shirt, you could feel the tight pecs.

“You’d like to know, wouldn’t you?” He murmured back, and for a moment it felt as if his lips grazed just beside your ear, but you couldn’t be sure if it was an accident or totally not. In frustration, you decided it was purely an accident he wouldn’t admit too. Jimin pulled away, backing up slightly. This time, you could tell he had the intention of leaving.

“Wait!” You called after him. He paused, a sly smirk resting on his beautiful lips.

“I want to see you again.” You hoped he would give you his number, or perhaps promise to meet you again soon in a different setting, a nicer, less sexual time where both of you weren’t slightly buzzed and teasing.

“You don’t,” he said firmly, narrowing his eyes. You came toward him once more, walking with him as he moved backwards. You held onto both of his shoulders to swerve around drunk people swaying to crusty music.

“Don’t tell me what I want,” you shot back, and he pushed you against the bar counter.

“You don’t know anything about me, and you don’t want too, trust me. I’m not the kind of guy ready to hand out numbers no matter how killer a girls rack is. Your rack is pretty killer, if I do say so myself. Still, getting involved with me is dangerous.”

Dangerous…The word flew through your mind in hundreds of different ways. He was definitely not the kind of guy your mom would approve of, no way. He was exactly what you were looking for.

“Come on, Jimin.” You purred, trying to keep from hyperventilating at the utter nearness. He watched you with curiosity as you placed a hand on his chin, cupping it. “Am I really not that interesting to you? Do you seriously never want to see me again?”

You were trying too hard, you knew. There was no denying cold hard facts. Jimin’s face grew the all to familiar grin, even after barely knowing him over an hour. He shyly looked into your eyes, placing his large fingers around your wrist to get your hand off of his chin. Once finished with that, his hand cupped your chin, except much harder than you ever anticipated.

“I kill people,” he murmured delicately, biting his bottom lip. A shrill of panic ran through you, and Jimin seemed to note it by the way his eyes flickered. The expression on his face told you for some reason he was sad, and you ignored the jarring pain aching along your jaw.

Your fingers tangled in his shirt, and you stared at him as seriously as you could with squished fish lips.

“I trust that you won’t kill me.” You answered firmly, waiting for Jimin’s reply. His eyes watched your intently for a moment, before he dropped his hand and backed away. Jimin began to laugh, holding both hands up in defeat. The laugh was obviously forced, but you could also tell he sounded relieved.

“You’re quite the interesting girl, huh?” He pulled his phone from his pocket, handing it to you. You put your number in quickly, writing your name into the top. After pressing enter, you pulled free your phone, but Jimin was walking away.

“Jimin!” You called again. Without turning around, he waved.

“I’ll call you when I need too. It was nice meeting you, (Y/N).”


It had been weeks since your encounter with Jimin, and not once had he even texted you. It was a shame, especially since you were hoping with all your might he’d gained a speck of interest in you. Still, you had to move on with your life.

It was 3 AM when your eyes snapped open from the loud ringing of your phone. Nothing more than irritation rattled at your bones, causing you to lean over to your night stand and grab for it. Your eyes burned at the sudden brightness your phone directed quite rudely into your face. The number read unknown, and you, for some reason, still answered.

“Mm, hello?” Your groggy, hoarse voice mumbled into the phone. A throaty chuckle alarmed you, sending you shooting up into a sitting position.

“Sleeping already?” Jimin’s voice shot through the receiving side of the phone, and you didn’t feel any sort of happiness.

“First of all, it’s 3 AM and what the fuck?” You snapped, turning on the nearest lamp. You made a mental note to save the number into your phone, despite overflowing in anger.

“Miss me? Are you at home?”

“Obviously, where else do I sleep? No, where else do you sleep?”

“Confidential, sorry.” You could tell he was grinning, but you didn’t care.

“You haven’t called me for weeks, you asshole. You could’ve at least called at a reasonable hour, I have work tomorrow!” You pulled the phone away from your ear, pressing the red button and hanging up. Settling back into bed, you shove your blankets over your head in frustration. There was no way you’d be able to go back to sleep after being awoken by that jerk. He definitely had no interest in you, so there was no point wasting your time with him.

Your phone rang again, and once spotting it was still the unknown number, you didn’t answer it. Although your finger was hesitating on the button…you could just answer and tell him off again…

No! You picked up your phone and turned it off altogether. Jimin could sweat it out. He had no idea how to properly treat a love interest, so you wouldn’t treat him well, either.

You left your dim room and went to the kitchen, angrily flicking on the electric tea kettle. Water began to boil up quickly, and you couldn’t get the image of Jimin grinning at you to leave your mind. Leaving your completely boiled water, you went back to your bed and turned your phone on once more. Right as you did that, you noticed you had another incoming call from Jimin.

Answering, you held the phone to your ear once more. “Stop calling, it’s obvious you’re not interested in anything besides my boobs!” You snapped, about to hang up, but Jimin’s voice forced you to stop yourself.

“Hold on, wait!” He shouted into the phone. “What’s your address, I’ll make it up to you.”

Instinctively, you looked down at yourself. The clothes you bore were simply a pale blue pair of pajama bottom’s, and a white tank top stained with coffee. You were not at all prepared for someone like him to come over and see the mess that was you.

“I’m not telling you my address.”

“I have a friend who knows how to track, sweet heart.” Jimin chuckled into the phone. “I’ll be there in 10.”

“Jimin!” You groaned, but he’d already hung up. Your apartment was cleaned enough, but you were a mess. You went to your room, flinging off your pajama’s and putting on something a little more appropriate for him. Although it was still definitely not your best idea of a first date look, you weren’t willing to put anything besides a sweater and some leggings on.

A wrap on your door brought you back to your senses, and you went over to answer it. The look Jimin shot you made you believe he was trying his hardest not to laugh at the way you looked.

“Cute,” he commented sweetly. You balled your hand up into a fist, until realizing he was covered in red splotches.

“Oh my god, Jimin.” You gasped. “You’re covered in blood!”

“Yeah,” he chuckled innocently. “Most of it’s not mine. I had to do some dirty work for Joonie today. I seriously thought I was about to die. When I didn’t, I called you. For some reason after that, I wanted to…hear your voice…I guess?”

You covered your mouth with a shaky hand, taking in the smell of stale blood wafting from him. How could Jimin come here looking like that? His expression dropped to his clothes, before looking up at you with an expression of disdain.

“I told you,” he murmured quietly. “I already told you what I do for work…”

“How could you come here looking like that?” You accused, holding out a hand when he attempted to near you. You noticed the way one of his jacket pocket’s weighed down more than the other. Possibly a gun?

“I told you, I only thought of you after thinking I was going to die! I didn’t just want to end where we left off like that.”

You were quiet for a moment, startled at the way he seemed to be speaking entirely different. You had told him you trusted him, but it wasn’t about that. Seeing him like this, a bloody, bruised mess, made you scared. The way he spoke of thinking he was going to die scared you even more. You neared him, pushing his jacket off of his shoulders.

“Take off your shirt…I have a first aid kit in the bathroom. Come on.”

“I thought you were scared.” He was pouting, looking like a little kid. You brushed hair away from his forehead, finding a cut on him that was one of the main sources of blood all over his face.

“Not scared, utterly disgusted. I’m not someone who needs to be killed by what…the fucking mafia? I don’t do drugs, or murder people.”

His voice grew quiet, and Jimin took hold of both of your wrists. “That’s why I didn’t want to get involved with you.”

“Because I’m too innocent for you?” You shot back, sitting him down in your dining room. He looked up at you, and shook his head.

“You’re too good, I mean. A good girl, with a pretty nice apartment. You’ve got an easy going life that would just be weighed down by me if anyone found out we were together.”

“That’s not really for you to decide, is it?” You murmured, a slight smile forming against your lips. His eyes flashed darkly towards yours.

“Be right back,” you motioned for him to wait, before disappearing into the bathroom. You dampened a wash cloth to get rid of any blood, before grabbing your first aid kit and bringing it out. Upon return, you noticed Jimin’s discarded bloody shirt on your table, and him pouring the now boiled water into two cups with teabags in them. His back profile was covered in bruises, and plenty of scars. He turned around after placing the electric kettle down, and could barely look you in the eye. That definitely was not the Jimin you had met all those weeks ago.

“We got a new kid the other week, so I’ve been busy. He’s got to learn the basics somehow, we’re just trying to figure out what his specialty is. Seems like he’s good at it all.” He shrugged, slumping over in the chair and staring at your feet.

“You work for a company of…assassins?”

“Mm, no. A gang. BTS.”

“Never heard of them,” you deadpanned, causing him to laugh.

“It’s because you’re a good girl.”

You picked up his face with both hands, forcing him to watch as you patched him up. “Keep your head up, would you? God, if you went over to an actual good girl’s house she would’ve called the cops on your ass by now.”

“I know, which is why I’m waiting for them to show up.” He responded in a serious voice, making you pinch his cheek.

“I didn’t call the cops. You think I can’t handle myself?” You snort, beginning to wipe blood from the places that weren’t injured. His eyes closed, and he leaned into the warmth.

“It’s not that…I just definitely thought you’d call the cops to get me to leave you alone. I was afraid you would tell me you never wanted to see me again.”

“You, afraid?” You laughed over exaggeratedly, gaining a glare from him. It wasn’t long before he was smiling, too, until you ended up pressing your thumb against the cut on his forehead.

“Ow, shit…”

“Oh, sorry, sorry! Who did this to you? Wait, let me guess, confidential?”

“The new kid. He didn’t know when to stop, and some of the other guys had to haul his ass off me before he finally understood I was about to get killed. That kid’s a fucking machine.”

“Are you sure you’re not just old?” You grinned, and he shook his head.

“No way in hell. I’m 20.”

“No way,” you gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. His eyes shot open, before he grinned.

“How old are you?”

“22…” You breathed, earning a laugh from him. You could’ve sworn he was at least 25, but in truth he was younger than you. 

“No big deal, right? It’s only 2 years, noona.”

“If you call me that I’ll cut your face off.” You warned, cupping his chin so tightly you were sure his jaw would snap off. Jimin held up both hands in defeat, flinching in pain. You let go of him after spotting the cut on his neck.

“God, don’t ever look at that kid again…” You groaned, wiping the rest of the blood away from his chest. Jimin’s hands held your hips to keep himself steady, and his face twisted in pain after you began patting a cotton swab with disinfectant against his forehead.

“Can I come here whenever I need Hello Kitty band-aids all over me?”

“If you come here again without getting my consent I’ll kick you out the window.” You didn’t mean it, you really seemed to be enjoying Jimin’s company. Despite being vaguely aware he’s in a gang, you still wanted to be the one to see him at his worst, so you could clean him up and bring him back to looking pretty.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he winked, hands tightening when you went to his neck to disinfect it.

“Stop moving,” you ordered every time he flinched. “You’re weak as hell.”

“Weak as hell? I’ll have you know I’m one of the deadliest shot’s out of every gang I’ve ever encountered.”

“Oh, congratulations,” you slapped a hand on his back, earning a groan. “You can shoot a gun at a far away distance, really, congratulations!”

“You’re going to regret that,” he growled, standing up. For a moment, he placed a hand against his head and blinked his eyes heavily. Jimin teetered to the left, and then backwards.

“Jimin-” You gasped, wrapping your arms around him. The both of you hit the ground with a thud, and Jimin groaned. Both of your hands were being crushed by his weight and yours together, but you had to make sure he was alright first.

“Jimin, Jimin get up. Jimin, please… I’ll have to call an ambu-”

“Do not!” He snapped, sitting up. Jimin unlatched both hands from around him, and you acted as though nothing was wrong. In reality, both of your hands burned and ached, and you couldn’t move your baby finger without wanting to cry. You shook them out in front of you, but nothing happened besides more pain.

“I’ll go to jail if I go to the hospital, so don’t ever call any sort of that shit, even if I’m this fucking close to dying.”

You sighed, shakily getting up to your feet and holding out a hand. He took it, slowly getting up and crumbling back into the chair.

“Jimin…” You ignored the pain in your hands, placing one against his cheek. “Take a fucking chill pill. I have Advil, but I doubt that’ll get rid of anything besides a headache and maybe dizziness. Want some?”

“Mm,” he responded in a sheepish voice, and you collected the warm tea and two pills. Jimin downed them dry, only leisurely taking a swig of tea minutes later. You finished patching him up, helping him into a standing position and bringing him to your sofa. After Jimin laid himself down in it, you knelt onto the floor beside him.

“Stay here tonight, okay? I’ll make breakfast tomorrow, and - what?” He was giving you a look that read he was displeased with something, but you honestly couldn’t tell at all. Jimin shook his head quickly.

“I’m just embarrassed you have to see me like this. Shit, there goes my tough guy facade.”

You rolled your eyes, beginning to blink heavier in tiredness. “I like being able to see this part of you, even though it’s morbid… I want to see all the sides of you. Will you let me?”

“Only if you sleep here with me.” His eyes closed, and all you felt was him pulling you against his body. Jimin allowed you to lay your head down on his arm, as you both peacefully drifted off into a deep sleep.