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Lovers of Books [Jason Todd x Reader]

Requested by @memento-amare: “How about reader and Jason meet in a bookstore and bond over similar taste in books? Just a note the “friends to lovers” trope would be really cute here, but I am gonna leave that up to you lol“


It’s a true statement to say you’re an avid book lover. Fiction, Non-Fiction, Historical, you’ve read every genre. Though your favorites being classic Literature. You couldn’t get enough of it. So your parents owning a book store was a god send.

Except for when they were out of town, leaving you to tend to the store and it’s customers, most of those being regulars. Very rarely you’d get someone new to visit your parent’s quaint corner bookstore.

It made things rather boring, especially now.

Leaning against the counter, chin resting in your hand whilst re-reading your personal copy of Pride and Prejudice. Hearing the bell above the door ring you called, “Welcome to [L/n] Family Books, if you need anything feel free to ask” not bothering to look away from the page.

Completely unbeknownst to the handsome, blue eyed, six foot, raven-haired male to just enter the store. 

He went on about his business skimming the shelves as you continued on with reading about the flaw that is Mr. Darcy’s pride. Stuck in the book until you were lured away by a deep voice.

“Excuse me” eyes flickering up from the page to meet stunning blue hues. “Oh, uh, sorry.” Setting the book down. “What can I do for you?”

“Don’t worry about it. Do you know if you have any Hemingway?” Shocked a bit at the author. Not many people around his age, which must be close to your own, read the legend unless they were assigned too. “Oh yes of course” stepping from behind the counter.

Heading to the Classic Lit section. “Anything in particular?” you glanced back at him. “Yeah, The Sun Also Rises?” he questioned.

“Ah, a good choice” you smiled stopping in the front of the bookshelves. “You’ve read it?” he inquired.

“I have, I was surprised to hear you request Hemingway. I don’t normally get requests for it for people under 40.” You chuckled.

“Looks like we’re both two of a kind then” he smiled. You reached up slipping the book from it’s place. “I guess so” handing it to him

“Awesome” he smiled whilst skimming the first page. You took the moment to get a full look at him. He had to be at least six foot, and his arms were huge! Damn he looked solid. Eyes immediately catching the white streak that ran in the front of his hair. You couldn’t help but wonder if it was natural.

Realizing your staring you blushed before saying, “I can ring you out whenever you’re ready” making your way back to the register.

“Thank you, uh” he paused where a name would be. “[F/n]. [F/n] [L/n]” holding out a hand.

He took it, “Ah, [F/n]. I’m Jason. Jason Todd”

You smiled before retracting your hand and returning to your own book. Once he was finished he found two more books and came over. You were impressed by the roster. Devil in the White City, The Sun Also Rises, and Martin Dressler.

“Oh wow I love this book” You commented picking up Devil in the White City. “Really no way! I had to get a new copy of it my brother spilled his coffee on it.” He laughed, a genuine smile gracing his face.

“Oh my god I would commit murder” You laughed totaling up the books. “Trust me I came close, my other brothers had to hold me back when he told me” You laughed, not realizing how true the statement actually was.

“Well your total is $21.09“ you smiled as he pulled out his wallet. “I’m going to have to come back here, usually I’d be paying like $30 for three books” handing you the money. Putting it in the register and giving him his change. “You should, it’s not often we see new faces. Everyone has gone online but I don’t get how you can enjoy a book without paper”

“I know right. But I really should go before my family thinks I fell down a well. It was nice meeting you [F/n] I hope it’s not the last time” taking yhe bag before sending you a charming smile. “I hope that too” smiling back before he made his leave.

And it was indeed not the last time you’d see Jason. He started by visiting once a week, then it was twice, then it was every other day. He really had taken a liking to the store and you guys became friends by bonding over books. Often recommending books for the other, you had even helped him pick out a book for someone named Alfred who’s birthday was that week.

Every time he came in when you were there you’d always insist on helping him even though your parents offered.

And today was no different. You were doing some re-stocking in the back when you heard the door chime. “Good morning Mr. and Mrs. [L/n] is [F/n] here today?” he asked coming to the counter.

“Good morning Jason, Yes –” your mother began but you emerged from behind the curtain. “Good morning Jason” you greeted with a smile. Your parents chuckling at the timing. They were well aware of your feelings toward the man, able to tell the first time they saw you helping him.

“Well we’ll leave you both to it. We’ll finish your restocking” Your father smiled before retreating into the back room with your mother.

“So what can I do ya for today?” grinning at him. “Hemingway? Shakespeare?”

“Uh I’m actually not here for books today“ Scratching the back of his neck nervously. 

“Really, what’s up?“ Face contorting into one that of confusion. “I was actually wondering when your lunch break was?” not meeting your eyes.

“Oh” feeling a heat rise to your cheeks. “It can be really whenever” smiling at the ground. Both shy like a couple of teenagers.

“Well uh, would you like to, um” meeting your eyes. “God why am I nervous I feel like I’m in high school” he laughed as you did the same. “Okay lets try again. [F/n] would you go to lunch with me today? You know, like a date?”

You blushed before bashfully smiling at the floor. “I’d love too” meeting his eyes again.

“Great, would you like to go now?” he asked gesturing to the door. “Yeah, sure. Let me get my coat” turning and going behind the counter. Slipping you jacket on and grabbing your bag.

Poking your head in the back room, “I’m taking my lunch break be back soon!” yelling to your parents. “Okay sweetie have fun” your mother called back.

Meeting Jason’s side again he offered you an arm, “Shall we?”

Grinning you linked yours with his, “We shall”

{ kiss me quick }

pairing: alexander x reader

prompt: “Could I request an A.Ham x reader where they have a flirtationship and the hamilsquad teases them for it so they kiss to prove a point (but realize they really do love each other) and you can take it from there BUT LOTS OF FLUFF PLEASE”

You knocked on the door to the boys’ loft, smiling widely as you heard the locks click and eventually, the door swung open. 

“Mon petit lion, your girlfriend is here.” Laf teased, pulling you into a hug when you walked in. You rolled your eyes, but hugged him back nonetheless, happy to see the Frenchman. “Be on your best behavior, now.” 

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Starving - Smut

Originally posted by he-is-the-best-part-of-me

Author: @dumbass-stilinski

Rating: NSFW 18+

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader/Scott McCall (Threesome)

Words: 4,399

Request:  Anon: i feel like a threesome with the reader and scott and stiles/dylan and tyler would be amazing

A/N: I got really into this, so I apologize in advance if this ruins your life. Thank you to @toppunks for reading this through. I half edited it as well cause I got lazy. Also thank you so much to everyone who sent me a kind ask or message yesterday making sure I was alright. I really appreciate you guys and this is dedicated to all of you. This is probably the dirtiest shit I’ve ever written?

Listen to THIS

“I didn’t know that I was starving till I tasted you.”

When Derek lost his status as Alpha you were sad. Mostly because it meant that you’d have to find a new pack. Luckily, Derek was friends with Scott, who was a True Alpha, which meant you didn’t have to look very far. Scott was, of course, happy to take you in. And everything was great except for one thing.

Stiles Stilinski.

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Purple Flowers

Characters: Benny Lafitte x Reader

A/N: this is 100% for my darling @daughterofthebrowncoats i hope this makes you feel better, love! (also it ends in smut because literally nothing is better for cheering up than benny smut) (also sorry it got so long,,,i’m a wordy bitch)

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, public sex

Words: 2274

Tags: just my fellow benny lover @ravengirl94 ;) and also i think @feelmyroarrrr like benny?

It’s quiet at the diner, and you sigh and rest your elbow against the counter, your chin on your hand.  The heat out was ungodly, so there weren’t many people out and about, which meant no casual customers in the weird lull between lunch and dinner.  Which meant nothing to do except stare out the window.  Not that you minded.  You loved taking time to just stare out at the small path leading away from the diner.  

It was set back a little from the road, surrounded by a few beautiful trees and a spattering of purple flowers along the path.  You thought they may be weeds, since they’d been there so long and they just kept coming back every spring.  But you absolutely loved them.  Benny didn’t understand; they were messy and scattered, and honestly a little ugly, but you loved the color they brought to the otherwise dull path.

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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


Words: 4184

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.


“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.

Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 13: M - Model

“Just take your damn pants off, Derek,” Stiles snapped, which spawned the opposite reaction than the one he wanted.

Big bad, beta Derek Hale was sulking. He stood shirtless and barefoot in the middle of their loft, which wasn’t all that uncommon, except for the part where he was hugging himself like he wanted to hide. It wasn’t anything that Stiles hadn’t seen before. Not just the adorable shyness that occasionally overtook the former alpha, but the nudity too.

Just the night before, he’d licked every inch of Derek’s fucking beautifully sculpted abs, but the little pout on Derek’s lips and hunch of his shoulder made Stiles’ stomach knot uncomfortably.

Stiles ruffled his hair with both hands in frustration. “Derek-”

“I changed my mind,” Derek grunted.

“You, what? You changed your mind?” Stiles said and snatched Derek’s shirt off the back of the couch before his boyfriend could grab it. “You can’t change your mind. You promised!”

Derek reached around Stiles, clawing for the shirt. “Yeah, well, I just did.”

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A one-shot sequel to We Intertwined

An Ignis Scientia Story
Word Count: 2,550

A/N: Here it is! One of my one-shot sequels to my Ignis x Raine story. I have another one coming soon that starts where this one leaves off. Lots of angst under the cut.

“How far along are you?”

Raine shrugged. She was leaned against the wall beside Dave’s shop near the marketplace in Lestallum, subconsciously rubbing the base of her stomach. “Doctor says around six or seven weeks.”

Dave whistled low. “Has be really been gone for that long?”

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anonymous asked:

27 - you have a sexy accent

[As a Brit I decided to do this one kinda reflecting myself, not sure who you wanted this for but I’ve decided to go for Ronnie because I haven’t written much of her yet and she looks like the kind of girl who appreciates accents - also I’m still doing these if you want to send them in!!!]

‘Hi,’ Y/N threw a charming smile at the waitress behind the counter, ‘I was wondering if I could get a triple cheeseburger, a side of fries and a chocolate milkshake to go?’

The unfamiliar voice caused the gang teens sat in the booth mere metres away to look up. Veronica eyes shined at the gorgeous figure that had perched herself on one of the high chairs, waiting for her order.

'I’ll be right back.’ She winked at Archie, sliding elegantly from the booth as she did.

Casually she perched on the chair next to Y/N, leaning her arms against the cool metal surface of the counter, her chin sitting delicately in her hands.

'Hey Mom, can I have another strawberry milkshake please,’ she asked coolly, 'and can you put this fine lovely young woman’s order on my tab too?’

Y/N looked up curiously at the girl sat next to her, her perfect olive skin caught the orange lights of the diner in a warm sensual glow. Her ruby red lips curled into a seductive smile and her deep brown eyes shone with a playfulness. Whoever this seductress was, she had Y/N under her spell immediately.

'You really don’t have to do that.’ Came Y/N’s gentle and polite reply.

'How else would I introduce myself?’ Asked Veronica teasingly, 'I don’t think “you have a sexy accent” would have cut it, do you?’

'You could have said anything to me and I would have been flattered.’ Y/N teased back.

16; vampire!yoongi

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p: following the kiss with a series of kisses up to suckle an earlobe

yoongi had always been curious about the human body - or you in general. he notices how you’re sensitive at certain areas, at the area he sees you interacting with people the most. being within the vicinity of your station, he’s able to witness how if jimin comes around and tickles your side, you’d burst into a fit of giggles while trying to get him down (but it doesn’t work when he jumps out the window) or if taehyung appears out of nowhere and blows at your ear because he too, knows how you’d react, you’re whining and trying to get back at him but he follows jimin’s route, out the window.

so now yoongi’s wondering more and more of where you’d be sensitive most.

just as the lights dim down and the sound simmers over, with one whistle echoing through the air to get to him, he blinks and meets with your gaze from behind the bar. at the sight of only you and no one else, he gets up and paces over, slides his empty glass for you to slot down the sink and when it clinks with a signal you can close up, the look yoongi’s giving you makes you mirror him.

you lean over the counter with folded arms, levelling your eyes together and you narrow them a bit to get the full effect of being a replica of his expression.

“may i help you, yoongi?”

“…as a matter a fact, yes, you can,” he answers, and that wasn’t quite the answer you were looking for but you’ll do what you can with a small nod, “oh, okay. what are you - yoongi?” you’re certain yoongi can sense you’re confused at the way he appears beside you but you’re not surprised, complying when he puts an arm around your waist his other pushing the strands of your hair away so he leans in and kisses your cheek that - “yoongi?”

he seems unsatisfied with the reaction, and you can’t put your finger on what he’s aiming for. your hands settle on his shoulders, giving him a small squeeze, “do i want to know what you’re trying to do?”

“humans… they’re sensitive, right?”

“you’re asking because…?”

“i’m curious,” he mumbles, lips pursued and he seems to notice when you roll your shoulders slightly as you look away. there’s a small smirk on his lips before he tells you to stay still and a protest is jumbled in your throat when yoongi leans forward, pressing his lips to your neck for a gentle kiss.

when your heart picks up a beat, he makes a decision to keep moving upwards along the base of your throat, leaving soft, air-like kisses on your skin and goosebumps forming in its wake throughout the way. he doesn’t stop until he reaches a part of your jaw, towards your ear and when you squirm to move, he tuts and reaches up to hold you still by your chin so he can kiss the space behind your ear, before deciding to see how far he can go when he mouths at your earlobe and - “your scent’s changing,” he sing-songs, almost proud when he pulls back with a pop as he releases his mouth from your flesh.

“guess humans are sensitive,”

with a shaky exhale, you wrap your arms around him and tug him down a bit, to which he only stables himself with the arm remaining around your waist, the other releasing the hold on your chin to the counter behind you.

“are you curious to discover other sensitive areas or has your curiosity run dry?” when your legs move a little to graze his thigh and ankle, he makes a quick look down and raking his eyes over your body before reaching your eyes once more, smirks, and pulls you close to him, “i’m still feeling a bit curious,”

“do you want to conduct your little experiment here, or somewhere else?”

“anywhere in mind?”

“not really,”

“then get comfortable,” he smirks, pinning you against the counter by your hip and he uses a leg to pry yours apart in the subtlest way possible, with a hint of lust swimming in his eyes, “experiment’s beginning.”

Captain’s Girl (Steve x Reader)

Request: Can I please request a Steve x reader where something happens where someone says something really rude to the reader and Steve tries to defend her/beat the person up and in order to calm down she has to kiss him to throw him off guard?

Words: 1,400

Warnings: Mentions of fighting 

I did this while I was extremely tired and about to fall asleep, please excuse mistakes, I promise I’ll edit it tomorrow! 

Being Captain America’s girlfriend came with many pluses. The man himself was just a big teddy bear, although his looks could give off a more threatening vibe to some. He stood tall and broad, his facial features remained serious throughout most of the day and of course, he was Captain America. That made him seem intimidating and a lot of people kept to themselves when he was around, none of them wanted to threaten the man bigger than most. So obviously when you were hooked to his side, which was most times considering just being in his presence brought a sense of peace and calmness to you, nobody ever bothered you. 

So when a cocky SHIELD agent waltzed up to you one morning while you were waiting for Steve to finish a meeting, it was quite a surprise. 

You leaned yourself on the front desk counter, your chin rested in your palm as you scrolled through your Instagram feed. It was barely even seven and yet the place was buzzing with people. Today was one of the special days that you woke up before you would much rather like to have, all because of your charming boyfriend who insisted on taking you out for breakfast. Of course this came with a quirk, before you two were able to enjoy a lovely breakfast, Steve had to attend a short meeting. 

You didn’t mind waiting, after all you knew it would take no longer than thirty minutes. Even the Captain gets grumpy when he hasn’t had his breakfast. 

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Don't Leave Me Hanging (Headcanon KBTBB)

Fandom: Kissed by the baddest bidders
Characters:  Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba, Ota
Summary: Bidder walks in to find you naked, handcuffed and seriously horny!
NOTES: My first headcanon, running out of tags. Hope you’ll enjoy it, soooo much smut in my head lately. Feel free to request or msg me, also which other fandom / characters would you like to read apart from KBTBB? 

Prologue : 

You don’t know what came over you to ever think it’s a good idea to pleasure yourself with a dildo in his room. Maybe the possibility of him walking in excite you or you’re seriously way too horny to think straight. Doesn’t matter now because you’re totally regretting it. He walks in on you alright but just as he’s about to get down to business with you, he’s called for work.
All he says is to return soon then rushes out the door. Leaving you alone feeling hornier than ever with the dildo still inside but also handcuffed with your hands to your back!!
Moments later, (which feels like eternity) door’s opened and someone else walks in with his eyes wide open, mouth drops to see your naked form in such hot and embarrassing position.
Fucking great!

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09. lavender kisses

 Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst.

Content: Park Jimin. The transformation of an introvert. A friends with benefits. Habits.

Word Count: 2,685

“–it only takes 21 days to form a healthy habit. Call now at 1-800-behappy for your free consultation!” 

The fuzzy, outdated TV advertisement broadcasted much too loudly and far too energetically for the average Millennial at seven in the morning, but you didn’t mind, at least not today. 

For the soft hues of your lazy, spring daze consumed you completely.

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The Night Shift || Suga


Summary:  You didn’t want to be there. He just wanted a midnight snack. You both, however, get more back than you bargained for. 

Word Count: 1,290

A/N: First scenario back from my hiatus and of course its a damn Yoongi scenario. Sorry for the wait Anonnie but I hoped you enjoyed it. The next request should be up in a few hours just because I need to re-read it and edit, so be on the lookout for that.

Yoongi stared blankly at the ceiling, the beat he had made playing on a loop in a desperate attempt to fill the void of noise that had followed him to the studio.

It was well beyond midnight and majority of the city had no doubt resigned to sleep.

Yoongi was in the minute minority, the small few who worked through the silent hours of the night and only clocked out when the sun broke out over the horizon.

Then again, he himself wouldn’t stop working when morning hit – instead he’d meet the rest of the members at the dorm and sleep in the van on the way to their first destination in their long, arduous schedule.

With a resonant sigh Yoongi pried himself away from the chair and leant over the mixing board to stop the beat. He stood up and stretched, a few of the bones in his neck cracking from the much needed movement, before shrugging over his jacket and exiting the studio.

He needed air, maybe food too.

As he left the BigHit building from its back entrance, he began to walk the all-too familiar path to the 24 hour convenience store down the street; ready to fill his soft grumbling stomach with whatever he could get his hands on.

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anonymous asked:

Your writing is stupendous! Could you do a soulmate au w/Tsuna, & he's an apathetic, playboy jerk to s/o @ first, but they act like they don't care either & they act it perfectly. They give as good as they get & drive Tsuna wild until he claims them.

On the skin of their left breast, right above where their heart is located, people are born with a soulmark.

Every person’s soulmark was unique, the one phrase their counterpart uttered that stood out the most within the first hour of their initial meeting. The mark having been recorded on their chest, before they ever even met.

Sometimes people were born with hand signs on their chest, inspiring them to learn sign language. Some were in quotation marks, their counterpart having been encountered through media (one notable incident involving one counterpart being a telemarketer and calling the other without realizing it).

There was never a guarantee that you would find your counterpart, there being plenty of those whom never did, but there was always the chance you would… And that fueled the ambitions of many to go out searching for someone they might never find.

(inspired scores of international conventions where people were randomly sorted into groups of ten and spent one hour together, just talking in the hopes that one of them ended up being their match; if nothing happened, they would shake each others hands, wishing each other good luck and parting)

Another thing that was never guaranteed, was that it would be a romantic interest on the other side of that mark or even just one singular marking. There had been many reported cases of quasiplatonic-soulmarks and even select few poly-marks where there had been more than one counterpart. Sometimes, a person wouldn’t even end up liking their counterpart at all.

One thing that was for certain, though, any relationship one had with their counterpart, whether it was romantic or platonic or even one of mutual dislike, was intense and passionate and more emotionally invested than any other connection with a human being. One way or another, counterparts would be gravitated to one another, for better or for worse.

“Hey there, mind if I buy you a drink?” A man asked as he sidled up next to you, dark eyes roving over your rather provocatively dressed form.

Glancing at your half-empty pint before looking back at the interloper with a squint, you answered, “Yes, actually, I’d prefer if I remained uncompromised by whatever drug you’re thinking about slipping in it.“

“You got the wrong idea! I wouldn’t drug your drink, I’m not that kind of guy,” he squawked, caught off guard by the sudden and casual accusation.

It only garnered him an unimpressed and scornful glance from you before you dismissed him entirely with your body language. Already bored with the conversation, you grumbled, “I don’t know you from Adam, so I’ll have to pass. If it’s just a ploy to chat me up, I’ll save you some time: I’m not interested. At all. I’m here to relax, not have a one night stand or start a relationship with somebody. Why don’t you go ask the guy in the green shirt? They look interested.”

On the defensive, he snarled, pride sufficiently bruised from the gruff and rather ugly brush off, “You don’t have to be a bitch about it, jeez. Just say no.”

You remained unruffled, placidly responding with, “I did. You didn’t listen. Bye.”

With a tsk, the man left and blessed silence reined for a little while longer until:

“You know, he only wanted to get to know you.”

Somewhat exasperatedly glancing at the figure that slipped into the seat next to you and ordered a brandy with some ice, you absently responded, “More like he wanted to get into my pants, you mean. Generally, the people at bars either want to get drunk, celebrate, relax, or get lucky. You don’t go to bars to meet people, that’s what clubs and mixers are for, what the purpose of those monthly international conventions are for. I just don’t want to be another statistic.”

Hooded amber eyes flickered in your direction, eyebrows raised in incredulity. After a beat of silence, he managed, “…You make it sound as if you’d die if you went out with someone from a bar.”

Feeling a little playful, you quipped, “I might. There’s lots of sketchy folk out there. Who knows who you’ll bump into?”

“Devilishly attractive young men?” He offered a smirk in your direction, leaning closer with his arm propping up his chin on the counter, obviously attempting to be smooth. Alright then, challenge accepted.

Turning to face him properly now, you teased, “Really? Mind telling me when you spot one? Preferably one who isn’t a fuckboy?”

He recoiled a bit in shock at being blatantly called out, “O-Oi, have a little heart! That was quite cold.”

You tensed in surprise, turning back away to finish off your pint, heart beginning to pound as the phrase echoed in your mind. Have a little heart… Rubbing your chest discreetly with one hand as it prickled in reminder of what was forever engraved there, you mumbled, “Call ‘em like I see ‘em. Anyway, have a name, hotshot?”

“All the ladies call me Tsunayoshi,” he purred.

You grimaced, “Sure it’s not ‘sleazy’? I got all the wrong vibes when you did that, Tsuna. Or Yoshi. But I don’t know, you seem more like a ‘Tsuna’ to me. Makes you sound less pretentious and more approachable. See, look, less of a fuckboy already.”

He made a face, “Your bluntness is offensive. Don’t you have any tact?”

“None,” you relented agreeably, heart finally starting to slow down as you eased back into pace with the conversation. A subtle glance at the clock told you that it had been about four minutes. Fifty-six minutes left to see if the playboy next to you was really your counterpart or another unfortunate false alarm. “But that’s part of my charm, you never have to guess what I’m thinking, just need to ask. A lot people say they think it’s refreshing, but they’re probably just being tactful themselves.”

“Quite possibly,” he allowed, smiling a little bit despite himself. “You still didn’t give me yours.”

“Oh, right, I’m [name],” you answered flippantly.



“Nothing, I was just testing it out loud,” he snickered. “Rolls right out the tongue, doesn’t it?”

“And you are a terrible flirt.”

“‘But that’s a part of my charm’!” Tsuna mocked in a falsetto voice, clearly imitating you as his amber eyes glinted in mischief. He grinned roguishly when you giggled despite yourself. 

I could get used to this, you thought. A glance at the clock. Forty-three minutes.

You made to say something but were interrupted by a phone ringing and Tsuna’s playful expression melting into one that was rather… intense for lack of a better word. His tousled hairstyle seemed to shadow his face dramatically, dark brown eyebrows drawing together in a frown as his eyes seemed to flash orange (a trick of the light?) as he glared a hole into his coat pocket. Pursing his lips in an attempt to hide the snarl that briefly appeared, Tsuna muttered, “I need to take this”, finished off the tumbler in one go and slapping down money before hurriedly striding away from the bar counter, retrieving his phone and answering it.

He made a study of a harried man with too many responsibilities than what was probably healthy, hunched in shoulders and an agitated gait. You noticed for the first time that he was wearing a suit. It complimented him nicely, providing a flattering look for his butt especially. You could probably bounce coins off of it.

“I’d be careful with that one,” the bartender muttered as he took the empty glass, cleaning it. “He always has a different partner every time he comes in and you’re a good person, y/n. Don’t want you getting yourself hurt, especially with the crowd he throws his lot with.”

“…What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what it sounds like. He doesn’t play for keeps but for fun. I caught a glance of his soulmark once; there’s a scar obscuring it, like it had been scratched out angrily with a knife. People like him? You gotta watch out for; they’ll eat you alive, if you’re not careful, take your heart along with ‘em.”

And with that ominous warning, he left you another pint before moving on to serve the other patrons. Have a little heart… The words haunted you, had always haunted you throughout your childhood. You had made a point to be kinder then, to try to make it so you would never hear those words uttered, because they always sounded so sad to you; a plea in a future that you were pretty sure you didn’t want. But things changed, people took advantage of your kindness, and you grew a backbone. Have a little heart…

You looked up as movement in your direction caught your eyes: Tsuna. You hesitated when he smiled at the eye contact. It seemed like a risk, to ‘have a little heart’ when there was the very real possibility of it being stolen with no regard to it.

But when the smile wavered a bit, almost unsurely, you felt your compassion make you want to take the risk, one last gamble. You grinned back and gave a saucy wink. Twenty-eight minutes left. You could do this for twenty-eight minutes.

As he slid back into his original seat beside you, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind, “The bartender mentioned you had a dark side.”

A surprise blink before an unreadable look crossed his face. Quietly, he joked, side-stepping the dig for information, “It’s what probably drew him to me.”

Most people who have probably taken the hint and dropped the topic, but you weren’t ‘most people’. Trying again, you prodded leadingly for clarification, “Your oh-so-mysterious dark side?”

“Sure, why, don’t you have one? Oh, wait, stupid question, I bet you’re one of those hopelessly delusional optimistics who dot their “i’s” with little hearts,” the tone was almost biting, buttons were obviously being pushed, meaning there was also some truth to what the bartender had said.

Only the slightest bit uneasy at the realization, you sniffed dismissively, “I’ll have you know, I have just as much of a dark side as the next person.”

He laughed but his tone of voice wasn’t all that amused. Actually, his voice didn’t give away his thoughts or emotions much at all. “Oh, really? Impress me.”

“I have a soulmark complex,” you admitted challengingly, sharp eyes catching the small twitch you got in response. “I used to hate mine. Still do, probably. I did everything I could to make sure it was never said to me. I’ve had nine false alarms. All of them ended badly. Usually with me getting into a fight, because people pissed me off when saying it. It makes me wonder how much worse yours must be that you would scratch it out, if it’s something that I’ve said or am going to say in the next ten minutes, or if you’re also going to be just another false alarm.”

“…I’m not drunk enough for this, but fuck it, why not? Something about you puts me in the sharing mood,” Tsuna muttered, eyes stormy and still glinting orange once in a while, despite the fact there were no candles or flickering light to create that affect that you were aware of. “I was bullied horrendously when I was younger because of mine, to the point where I learned it was better to keep it covered. Mine practically guaranteed that my counterpart would hate me. So, I went about convincing myself that I didn’t care, and after the first several partners, I believed it. I don’t need a counterpart to be happy when I can go out and find plenty of people willing to throw themselves at me with all the companionship I could ever want as many times as I want. I cut it out because I didn’t need a reminder of failure.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh, “With an attitude like that, I can see why! I want to feel bad for the people you used so carelessly, but only a fool would fall for you. We’re not your consolation prize, Tsuna, so don’t treat people like one!“

Tsuna stiffened, eyes widening in disbelief before narrowing in consideration. “You know,” he began quietly, voice hushed but so, so dangerous with all the implications behind it. Despite yourself, despite your indignation with his playboy tendencies and the looming disappointment, you leaned in closer to hear better. “The truth is, it wasn’t just to remove the symbol of my failures as Dame-Tsuna, my weakness, but it was also to seal the vow I made that day: to make my counterpart swallow those words by becoming the biggest fool of them all.”

“And just what do you mean by that?”

“I’m going to make you fall in love with me.” Leaning forward across the bar, he kissed you, mouth moving possessively over your own, leaving you breathless and dazed in seconds.

“Damn,” you murmured, the moment he pulled away. “When you go and say things like that, when you do things like that, Tsuna, you make it hard for me to not like you.”

Healer in a onesie

Jackson x Reader


A/N: It’s GOT7 week here at Mystik so I’m happy to post the second GOT7 fluff! 

Incredibly fluffy! The fluffiest of fluffs that i have written so far. It took everything  I had not to turn it into an angst. Literally, I had a very depressing and scary ending ready at the tip of my fingers and it took all i had to avoid it so, here you guys are. Hope you enjoy! :)

                                                                        -Ray <3

ps.  There’s a surprise at the end

You opened your eyes and blinked in the darkness, tired and weary but unable to sleep. Slipping your hand under your pillow you checked the time. 2:45 am.
This isn’t the first time you had woken up from a nightmare. In fact this has been the story for the last two weeks
The same nightmare.
It had the same figure in the same alley.

The same man that chased you and the same one that finally caught you at the end, startling you awake. 

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anonymous asked:

“then what do you suggest?” Ziam please ~LA

Hi, Little Angel!!! 

Well, I combined this prompt with #2 from this post that @you-wont-zee-me-coming requested I write all of them. 

Hope you both enjoy this - it got a bit away from me, so there is a “read more”. It’s also crossposted to ao3.


Zayn moved through the flat to drop the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. He grabbed the DVD folder, thumbing through until he found The Avengers. He slid it into the player at the same time his flatmate, Louis, let himself in. He felt Louis’ eyes on his back as he stood in front of the player.

“Movie night with Payno?” Louis asked, his voice careful. Zayn nodded. “Still broken up?” Zayn nodded again. “You do realize how fucked up this situation is, yeah?”

Zayn sighed. “Don’t start with me,” he said as he moved past Louis into the kitchen.

“You guys broke up a month ago, and, if I hadn’t held your crying arse in my arms for three days, I wouldn’t even know!” Louis snapped. “You still have weekly movie nights. He picks you up for classes. He even walked you home from work the other night!”

Zayn grasped the edge of the counter, his chin dropping to his chest as his friend shouted everything that he’d already thought himself. “I know, Lou. I know all of that,” he admitted quietly when Louis’ rant ended. “Nothing’s changed except for the way he feels about me!”

“Then do something about it!” Lou sighed, stepping up behind Zayn to wrap his arms around his waist, resting his head on his shoulder. “You can’t keep doing this, mate. It’s killing me to see you hurting so badly after he leaves without a kiss goodbye. Something has to change.”

“Then what do you suggest?” Zayn inquired, voice tired, tears heavy in his eyes as he turned to face his friend. “Tell him to never speak to me again? I can’t do that. Those three days he didn’t talk to me nearly killed me.”

The breakup had come out of nowhere. Liam had sat Zayn down, telling him that he just wasn’t happy anymore. He’d said he was afraid if he didn’t end things then, they’d end up hating each other. Zayn knew he could never hate Liam, but he’d come pretty close those three days that he’d cried in Louis’ arms, refusing to leave his room.

Then one afternoon, Liam had shown up at the flat, letting himself in with the key he still had. He’d walked into Zayn’s room, finding him staring at the ceiling. “I think we should still be friends. I really miss my friend,” Liam had admitted, settling himself on the floor next to the bed. Zayn had agreed, thinking that being friends with Liam was better than not being in his life at all.

Now, he felt that was the best and worst decision he could have made. He loved being able to spend time with Liam, but he was constantly stopping himself from hugging him for too long or kissing his cheek or even just letting his head rest on his shoulder while watching a movie. He was always super tense by the time Liam left, would end up crying to Louis again. So, he understood his friend’s anger.

“Tell him the truth. You know it would kill Liam to know he was causing you any pain,” Louis said, opening the refrigerator and pulling out two beers. He twisted off the caps, handing one to Zayn. They headed into the living room, settling on the sofa.

“If he was so concerned about hurting me, he wouldn’t have broken up with me in the first place,” Zayn argued, taking a long pull from the bottle. “Besides, if I tell him, he’ll just stop coming around, and I’ll end up missing him.”

Louis looked sadder for a moment as he sat the beer down. “If he stops coming around, maybe you’ll be able to get over him.” Louis was uncharacteristically solemn as he spoke, making Zayn feel even worse.

“Maybe I don’t want to get over him,” Zayn muttered, pulling his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his knees.

“Well, it won’t matter much after next week,” Louis teased. “Ditching us all to travel across the pond for grand adventures.”

Zayn snorted. “You make it sound far more extravagant than it really is, mate.” Zayn had accepted an internship with a publishing company in New York. It would last a year, and he’d be leaving in ten days. To think, he’d almost turned the offer down, but after Liam broke up with him, he saw no reason not to get as far away from England as possible.

“Hey, you’re getting out of here; to me, it’s an adventure!” Louis told him, nudging him when the door opened behind him. “You know, Payno, you’re going to have to return that key when Zayn moves out!” he shouted over his shoulder as Liam made his way into the room.

“You’re moving out?” Liam asked, his face an eerily unreadable mask.

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@thesuperkenz said :  DamiTim and “you can’t get tattooed drunk, come back in the morning and if you still want my name on your ass we’ll talk” AU, please

LOOK WHO IS ALIVE YES YES I AM POSTING A PROMPT omg so much still waiting in my box I’m sorry everyone T.T This is a “no super hero” AU, meh


Tim was turning on his heels, twirling around the shop. “That’s… Quite a chance that place isn’t closed ‘till midnight.” He mumbled, his voice slurred. Bart and Conner were behind him, Bart with an apologetic look on his face, the other smiling like mad.

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