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Undercover ~ BTS!Mafia AU Pt. 1

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Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the leader of a Mafia. He’s a drug lord, rich, and a murderer. And you? You’re just (Y/N). But to Jungkook you’re his everything, and he will do anything he can to keep you safe.

Type: A bit of everything

Warnings for this part: Guns, SMUT!, Blood, shitty fight scenes (i tried bro), language, drugs, angst


You had just gotten off of work and headed over to Jimin’s place. You hadn’t talked to him all day and decided you’d pay him a surprise visit. You used your key to unlock the door and set your bag down on the small table next to it. 

You had barely taken a few steps into the house when you heard a moan, Jimin’s moan. ‘He’s probably masturbating’ You thought, it wasn’t the first time you had walked in on him jerking off. 

He did it when he was impatient and you’d always come home at just the right time to be able to help him. You smiled to yourself and slipped off your shoes before walking towards his door at the end of the hall.

As you went to grab the handle you heard another moan, a woman’s moan. ‘Is he watching porn?’ You thought and grabbed onto the knob. 

“Oh Jimin! Right there!” A woman cried, you could tell he was having sex with her, the noises of skin slapping got louder. 

You opened the door and saw a sight that you would never forget. A woman was underneath Jimin, her legs were out and he was thrusting into her quickly while letting out those grunts that made you so wet. But you were just disgusted. Hearing those noises made you want to puke. 

You watched in shock as he used a hand to grab onto her breast and squeeze her nipple while the other moved down and he used his thumb to rub her clit. His back was facing you and she had her eyes closed, she was moaning too loudly to even hear you walk into the room. 

She was right on the brink of her orgasm when you almost screamed. 

“REALLY JIMIN?!” He had one last snap of his hips that made her orgasm before he quickly pulled out and stared at you. You watched as she squirted all over him and the sheets and gagged. 

“Wait! (Y/N)!” He got up and followed you as you ran down the hallway. His dick was red and hard, standing against his lower stomach but that was the last of his worries. 

“I-I can explain.” He stuttered, surprised that he had been caught. This wasn’t the first time he was fucking another girl, this had been going on for a while. Hell, he had been having sex with multiple girls all at once, he had been getting bored of (Y/N). 

You shook your head and said nothing while tears streamed down your face, your hands shook as you grabbed your shoes and slid them on your feet. 

“(Y/N), listen.” His hand reached out to grab yours and you flinched and slapped his hand away. 

“Don’t touch me! Don’t…” You grabbed your bag and he ran a hand through his hair. 

“Please! Let me talk.” You could barely see clearly from the tears in your eyes. 

“No, I don’t wanna hear it.” You opened the door and ran down the hallway to the elevator, quickly closing the doors before Jimin could make it to you. 

You ran out of the apartment complex, barely making it out of the doors before throwing up on the grass. Everything you had eaten came up and you were dizzy while walking to your car. 

You took a minute and wiped away your tears and went home, never speaking a word to Park Jimin again.

5 months had passed since you’d said a word to Jimin. You came back the next day, collected all of your things you had left at his place, giving him back the shirts you took from him and walked passed him and didn’t look back. 

3 months after he had cheated, you went on a date with Jungkook and things went on from there. You had met Jungkook through Jimin and became your best friend. Whenever you and Jimin argued, you’d step outside and call Jungkook, letting out all of your problems. 

You haven’t had sex since the last time you and Jimin had slept together and that was nearly 3 weeks before you caught him cheating. 

Jungkook was rich, but you weren’t dating him for the money. When you met him, he looked like complete shit. Hair messy and unwashed, his eyes were bloodshot and he had bags underneath them. His shirt was wrinkled and he had dried up tears on his face. He walked in on you and Jimin watching a movie and told Jimin about how his girlfriend had broken up with him. 

He asked you on a date when you were complaining about being tired of being alone. You were tired of staying in bed all the time, crying because of your heartbreak. But Jungkook, he was everything you wanted and more. 

Jimin was great at first, but near the end of your relationship, you barely talked to each other anymore. 

Jungkook made you feel special, he got you what you want and simply asked for your love in return. You made it clear to him that you didn’t want the money, he was what you wanted. 

And now you were here today. 

Another day on the job. You lead another family to a table and handed them their menu’s. A dad, and two children. You politely smiled and rejected him when he asked you out on a date, stating you had a boyfriend. 

He smiled in understanding and proceeded to talk to his children. ‘If only more people here were like that’ you thought to yourself while going to hand their orders to the chef. 

Most of the men that went here were with their girlfriends and snuck over you on their way to the bathroom, trying to cop a feel. 

A few girls had even hit on you before, they stared and bit their lips, admiring your body from head to toe. But you also rejected, again stating you had a boyfriend. 

When your shift was over, you said goodnight to everyone and made your way home to your apartment. You said hello to the friendly old lady who was working on opening her door, her poor old shaky hands struggling with putting the key in the hole. You watched as she walked in and then walked into your apartment. You turned on the lights and kicked off your shoes, stretching before laying down on your couch. 

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and read the text messages from your friends and quickly replied before shooting a text message to Jungkook. 

‘Just got off work. How was your day?’ 

Jungkook was currently at one of his clubs with Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon. Jimin was dealing cocaine, laughing and joking around with one of their clients. Jungkook was sat in a chair, silently watching everyone closely. 

Yoongi had a girl on his lap, she was grinding against him while they made out. Music was blaring and some other people were dancing. 

Hoseok was in another room, having sex with one of his usual girls. When the DJ would switch the songs, you could hear their moans, she was literally screaming. 

Jungkooks phone vibrated when he noticed something odd. One of his clients had a gun tucked into his belt, which was strictly against the rules. No one but Jungkook and a few others were allowed to carry a gun on them while at the clubs. 

Jungkook got up and walked over to Jimin, putting his hand on his shoulder and tapping his finger 3 times. This was their signal. Jimin shrugged his arm off of his shoulder and when they made eye contact, Jungkook’s hand made it’s way to his gun. 

Jimin’s hand reached into his pocket and wrapped around the handle of a knife and by this time their ‘clients’ had noticed what they were doing. 

In a second, guns were raised. 

Yoongi and the girl had broken up, he was stood next to her, gun raised and she had one in her hand also. Namjoon was aimed at the one who was aiming at Yoongi. 

Jimin made the first move and quickly stabbed his knife into the man’s gut that was standing behind him. His arm shot up, hitting his arm so the gun went off and the bullet went into the ceiling. 

Jungkook quickly shot the next two, one of their bullets grazing his shoulder. Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, and the other female shot at a few other people. Jungkook shot at their leader but missed. 

He knocked the gun out of Jungkooks hand and he was just left with his hands. The man named Sooyoung stabbed the knife into Jungkook’s thigh, and Jungkook yelled at the pain. 

Jungkook punched him in the jaw knocking Sooyoung back. Jimin had just finished pulling his knife out of the chest of another man and threw it at Sooyoung, and it landed in his shoulder. 

Blood was soaking Jungkooks pant leg as he pushed Sooyoung down to the ground and straddled his waist so he couldn’t move. He pulled the knife out of his shoulder and stabbed him right in his chest. 

Sooyoung’s white dress shirt was soaked with blood and Jungkook got off of him, wiping his forehead but smearing blood on it. Jimin opened the door and yelled for everyone to get out so he and the others stayed behind to clean. 

“Jungkook, what happened?” Yoongi asked, looking over his body. 

“Stab wound to my thigh, I think that’s it.” He replied while staring at the dying body below him. Sooyoung coughed and tried to reach for a gun that was laying on the ground but Jungkook kicked it away with his foot and the remaining life left in Sooyoung slipped away. 

Jungkook took a seat and Namjoon already knew what to do. His hand wrapped around the handle tightly and the other pushed on Jungkook’s thigh. 

“Three.. Two..” Namjoon didn’t even get to one before he pulled the knife out and immediately started applying pressure. 

“Fuck!” Jungkook yelled and grabbed onto the arms of the chair. Namjoon’s hands were covered with blood and he bit his lip as Jungkook struggled to stay conscious. Yoongi grabbed onto Jungkook’s sleeve and ripped it so he could tie it around his thigh tightly. 

“I need to see (Y/N),” Jungkook said standing up and using the wall to stay stable. 

“What Jungkook? No, you need medical attention.” Namjoon said, stepping in front of the door. 

“Let me see (Y/N)!” He said sternly before pushing Namjoon out of the way and limping out to his ride. He paid someone to drive him to her apartment and by the time he arrived it was 2 in the morning. 

A tired (Y/N) opened the door and she was in one of his t-shirts. “Jungkook?” You gasped and pulled him inside quickly. 

“What happened?“ 

”(Y/N), I need help.“ He avoided your question and you led him into the bathroom and slowly stripped him of his clothes. 

He sat there in his boxers as you wiped away the blood from him and grabbed your first-aid kit from underneath the sink. You used some alcohol to clean where the bullet grazed his shoulder and you almost cried when you saw his thigh. 

“Jesus.” You whispered and very slowly dabbed the alcohol onto it in which Jungkook tried his best not to yell. 

“I need stitches.” He could barely speak and you nodded and grabbed a needle and thread and tried the best you possibly could. 

When you were finished, Jungkook was laid in your bed and you were cleaning the blood in the bathroom. 

“You doing okay?” You asked when you stepped back into the room. 

“For now.” He nodded, the pain meds were finally kicking in. 

“Now, tell me what the fuck happened to you.“ 

He said nothing.

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked patiently at Jungkook.

“Look Jun-”

Fiona Goode: This could be a big-ticket night for you, Papa. I’m queen of the witches.
Papa Legba: [chuckles] I don’t give a wet donkey shit about your title. I shine to only one thing: your soul. Fiona Goode: Then let’s talk business. I give you my soul, and what do you give me in return? Papa Legba: Freedom from death. Fiona Goode: I want terms defined. Life everlasting. No aging, no decrepitude. Forever. Papa Legba: Just like that. Fiona Goode: Just like that? Papa Legba: In exchange, you provide services. One night a year, on the date of my choosing. No refusal ever. Fiona Goode: What kind of services? Papa Legba: For instance, would you cripple your daughter? Fiona Goode: Today? Absolutely. Papa Legba: Murder an innocent? Someone you love. Fiona Goode: Whatever it takes. Papa Legba: Then… we have a deal. Fiona Goode: Seal it. [They kiss] Papa Legba: The deal is off. Fiona Goode: Why? Papa Legba: You have nothing to sell. You have no soul. -“American Horror Story: Coven”

I swear to whatever god is listening, I will NEVER write anything involving world ending apocalypses. Ever. And if I start to stray into that train of thought I give you all permission to smack the living fuck out of me, because if I have to read one more story of special-white-boyTM preventing the end of the world with either his “magical genius” or “techno-babble” I’m going to light myself on fire

I will write gay stories with gay girls being awesome and kicking ass and taking names, and maybe I’ll kill off the straight-white-boyTM for shits and giggles cause why the fuck not? Gay BatB covers with reverse werewolf lunar cycles with cannibalistic staff. Gay “we met and fell in love in a dream” tropes. Gay crime syndicate stories with lady mob bosses, nonbinary shapeshifters, pan hitmen and a fuck-ton of cocaine dealing….etc

My life’s goal is to take as many het tropes as I can get my hands on them and make it gayer and make it awesome and make it believable and painful and sweet….okay I’m done ranting thank you


Pablo Escobar’s Old Estate Is Now a Weird, Jurassic Park-Themed Zoo

When Colombian National Police finally put a bullet through Pablo Escobar’s head in December 1993, he was running what was probably the most successful cocaine cartel of all time, worth some $25 billion. You can do pretty much anything you want with that kind of money, and Escobar did, building houses for the poor, getting himself elected to Colombia’s Congress, and running much of the northeastern city of Medellín as his own personal fiefdom.

In 1978 he bought up a vast tract of land outside the city and started building Hacienda Nápoles, the sort of sprawling complex that you’d expect the world’s richest drug dealer to inhabit, complete with its own array of wild animals. When he died, the land was ignored for a decade and fell into disrepair. The house was looted by locals who were convinced he’d stashed money or drugs in the walls, and the hippos turned feral.

Eventually, some bright spark hit upon the idea of reopening the estate as an adventure park. They kept the name, gave it a Jurassic Park-style makeover and reopened it to the public, creating the ultimate family-friendly tourist destination: a still pretty run-down complex with some dinosaur figurines, some hippos, and the enduring, unavoidable legacy of a man whose cartel were responsible for anywhere between 3,000 to 60,000 deaths.


Things I've said to the types by an ESTP

INFJ: chill out dude you’re worrying over the consequences of an imaginary scenario

INFP: you need to get your shit together

INTJ: you also need to get your shit together

ENTJ: how about this: you work with me and I won’t destroy you and all of your loved ones

ENFJ: I came here to win

INTP: could you please wash the dishes

ENTP: so when do we leave for Wyoming? Will I see cowboys?

ESFP: dude you are definitely being watched by the government

ISFP: teach me how to do a roundhouse kick

ENFP: do I look like I give a shit about your fewwlings? GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER

ESTP: so do you still deal cocaine?

ISTP: no, the best way to induce hysteria in a crowd is….

ISFJ: your house smells really nice

ESTJ: we should go drive motorcycles together the INFPs will never find out

ISTJ: you like LoTR????

ESFJ: you are one weird motherfucker

Inspired by @intjwoo

From February 11-12 2011, 24 y/o Maksim Gelman, called “Mad Max” by the media, went on a killing spree that killed 4 and wounded 5 others. Reportedly spurred by paranoia induced by his abuse of PCP and lifestyle as a drug dealer, Gelman confronted his mother around 5:00am February 11th to collect his passport, which she kept at her house. Convinced that DEA agents were following his movements dealing cocaine and other drugs, Gelman bought a plane ticket to the Dominican Republic, where he planned to hide indefinitely. However, when he explained this, his mother was dubious; believing him to be drunk, she tried to take his car keys and calm him down. They began to argue, waking Gelman’s stepfather, whom he despised. As Alexsandr Kuznetso walked towards Gelman and his mother, he swore and yelled at Gelman; this triggered Gelman’s rage. Gelman took a knife and stabbed his stepfather so ferociously it broke during the attack. Instead of stopping, Gelman continued the attack with a carving fork until he had ultimately stabbed Kuznetsov 55 times. Upon realising his mother had called the police, Gelman rushed out of the house to his 2004 Silver Lexus; recognising he would now be the target of police investigation, Gelman decided to continue killing. He had a list of people he had grudges against; included in this list was 20 y/o Yelena Bulchenko (2nd photo, 2nd from left), a former friend whom Gelman claims organised a robbery at his stash house. Gelman went to her house around 10:30am; when he found only her mother, 56 y/o Anna Bulchenko (2nd photo, 1st on the left), Gelman stabbed her with a kitchen knife retrieved from her own knife block. Then, Gelman left, in search of more victims. Yelena returned at 4:00pm and, finding the bloody body of her mother, immediately called 911; as she waited outside for the police, Gelman returned and stabbed her in from of her neighbours. While escaping the crime scene, Gelman chose to change cars; to that end, he attacked Arthur DiCrescento (not pictured) and left him wounded when he drove off in his car, leaving the Lexus behind. Gelman’s reckless driving resulted in the death of 62 y/o rare coin collector Stephen Tanenbaum (not pictured), whom he hit going through an intersection. At 1:00am on February 12th, Gelman hailed and stabbed livery cab driver Fitz Fullerton (not pictured). Shortly after, Gelman forced himself into the car of Shelden Pottinger (2nd photo, far right). Stabbing him, Gelman drove off immediately while shouting at Pottinger to get out of the car. Pottinger ultimately jumped out of the car, miraculously surviving with a few small stab wounds and bruises. Just after 8:00am, Gelman boarded the subway, where a woman spotted him and called the police. Gelman attempted to escape when his car stopped to be searched by forcing his way into a car travelling in the opposite direction. He attacked his final victim, Joseph Lozito (2nd photo, 2nd from right) inside the car, where he was ultimately taken down by police.

The unlisted wounded victim is an unidentified female traffic guard.

Killed: 4

Wounded: 5

Sentence: 225 years


1972. Vol. 4

is the fourth album by band Black Sabbath, released in September. It was the first album by Black Sabbath not produced by Rodger Bain; guitarist Tony Iommi assumed production duties. Patrick Meehan, the band’s then-manager, was listed as co-producer, though his actual involvement in the album’s production was minimal at best.

In June 1972, the band reconvened in Los Angeles to begin work on their next album at the Record Plant. The recording process was plagued with problems, many as a result of substance abuse issues. While struggling to record the song “Cornucopia” after “sitting in the middle of the room, just doing drugs”, Ward was nearly fired from the band. “I hated the song, there were some patterns that were just … horrible” Ward said. “I nailed it in the end, but the reaction I got was the cold shoulder from everybody. It was like ‘Well, just go home, you’re not being of any use right now.’ I felt like I’d blown it, I was about to get fired”. The album was originally titled “Snowblind” after the song of the same name, which deals with cocaine abuse. The record company changed the title at the last minute to Black Sabbath Vol. 4, with Ward stating “There was no Volume 1, 2 or 3, so it’s a pretty stupid title really”.

By 1972, the band had recorded 3 iconic records in a row and obtained recognition and popularity. Master Of Reality featured their distinctive sound in all its splendor, so the future couldn’t look brighter. Nobody played it that way, nobody was that influential for that following new generation of British kids who would eventually form their own bands and lead a whole movement by the end of the decade.

This is some of the best heavy metal ever made .. So put down  whatever evil metal you’re listening too, and check out the band that started it all. You will not be disappointed.

                  Tony Iommi    Ozzy Osbourne   Geezer Butler    Bill Ward