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Originally posted by all--kill

 Fluff | Crack | Smut | Bff!Jimin | Policeman!Jimin

❝ You and Jimin have been playing an ongoing game of dare since the fourth grade, the only thing off limits —much to his disappointment— was daring you to marry him. ❞

ETA: 05/7/17

A/N: As promised!!! A sneak peak of whats to come in a few days!! Dedicated to sana my love @chokemejimin because she pointed out that every single jimin fic or series she liked of mine was discontinued or deleted lmao. I hope u like it bc i love you!!!! 

“Interesting.” He muttered, focused on the rings on your fingers, none of which happened to be the one he had given to you two Christmas’ ago —no, you wore that one around your neck so no one misunderstood the nature of your relationship. Jimin rolled his eyes at that. Idiot girl.

You were the only one who misunderstood the nature of your relationship. Jimin was trying to marry and then fuck you and bless your stupid little existence by letting you have one or seven of his children, maybe not in that exact order but you were completely, obliviously stupid to his advances so it’s not like it really mattered.

“What’s interesting?” You sighed.

“___,” he whined, “You can’t just blow them off this once?”

“No.” You glared, “I always ditch them for you, they think we’re fucking.”

“Well they’re not too far off.” He smirked, and you returned it with a befuddled expression, “There was that one time you let me see your tits.”

You blinked at him, “Jimin that was once. In elementary school. You called them neato and I only did it because you said you would give me your dunkaroos. Also, I’m like 80 percent sure my nine year old tits were around the same size as your own at the time but whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Jimins smirk dropped, pinning you with a bored expression, “You always ruin everything.”

“Anyway,” You continued, “my point is I can’t blow them off.”

“I’ll just call Mina I’m sure she’ll understand—”

No!” You exclaimed, yanking your hand out of his own, and you instantly regretted it. Because Jimin wasn’t the established and decorated police sergeant he was at such a young age for no reason. His gaze narrowed on you in suspicion, and you glanced out the window, caving under his close scrutiny.

Park Jimin let out an over dramatic gasp that was loud enough to wake a very annoyed, very grumpy Min Suga in the front seat.

He pointed an accusatory finger in your face, “You have a date tonight, you betraying bastard!

Damage lyrics

–Here’s what I have so far from what I could hear from the videos (?-unsure, …-didn’t understand)

When you poke your head off on the windows of your cave
Is the light too bright for all the other cavemen?
that dwell inside and even try to start a little fire
that will never burn because you are a liar

Don’t tell me of what’s inside
I’ll even drop a hint
that they exist and if they do
I’ll start it all…

Clarity would be nice for me
I want to know the damage
Can’t you see that I can’t breath
I want to know the damage

I would build an igloo
I would build it just for you
I’d reinforce the glue
to keep the ice from melting

And flood…all the huts and tents that I also built for you
second guess your ego
I want to know what you know
So burn it down and look around
and never know the answers
could you …and hesitate
never taking chances

Clarity would be nice for me
I want to know the damage
Can’t you see that I can’t breath
I want to know the damage (x3)
I want to know
I want to know the damage

Why does the apple fall from the tree to the ground?
Is it the worm that’s inside that just wants to get out?

I would ride a train car
I would ride just…you
Would you travel with me or hit on the conductor
And then you… and leave again and tell me I’m an asshole
Leave me alone with conductor and his mother
Who says it’s such a shame that we will never get together
then I look at her and I say What the fuck’s your problem?

Clarity would be nice for me
I want to know the damage
Can’t you see that I can’t breath
I want to know the damage(x3)
I want to know
I want to know the damage
I want to know, I want to know
I want to know the damage

–If any of you guys see mistakes or can fill in the blanks for me that would be awesome

Thanks to @froggy-5 and @klainish-citizen for the corrections!

Summer and Sleeping Beauty

Jason Todd X Reader

Word Count: 1438

Notes: Soul Mark Universe, where the first words spoken to you by your soul-mate appear in a random spot on your body, on your sixteenth birthday.

Part 1

You have to leave everything behind when you move into Wayne manor. Literally, the only thing you have is the dress on your back. To be honest you’re a bit stunned by the manor, it’s almost enough to make you forget about the awkward car ride with the rest of his family.

You’re given a room separate from Jason’s for the night, and several shirts that are far too big for you and pants with drawstrings are brought to you. It will have to do for now. You’ll order new clothes tomorrow; after all, you have a job. You work for one of Gotham’s upscale art galleries, and people had called you foolish for getting a degree in art.

You call out for the rest of the week the next day, explaining the circumstances to your boss, this little old man who just smiles all the time. His own soul-mate had passed away a few months ago, and he tells you to enjoy your week. Jason too takes off of work, and together you drive into the city. You spend the day shopping, and Jason not so patiently waits as you try on piece after piece.

You do your best to distract him with questions about himself. He’s a little cagey at first, but pretty soon he opens up. He talks about living on the streets, and how Bruce had found him and took him in. He talks about his brothers; well, he talks about Damian and Dick, and complains a bit about Tim.

The final store you lead him into is a lingerie store. You tease him a bit as you ask him his opinion on every piece. About half way through, you can tell he’s trying to hide something. He carries some of your bags, as you finally leave. Then he declares that it’s his turn. He leads you into a motorcycle store. He takes one look at you before shoving something leather in your arms and telling you to try it on.

It’s riding gear, and though not your usual style, it looks good on you. You’ve never been on a motorcycle before, but something tells you that that’s going to change.

The next several weeks pass quickly, and after a month you move into his room You get to know everyone, and end up spending a lot of time with Bruce’s wife. She’s nice, and the two of you will sit and talk about the boys over coffee in the morning.

Both you and Jason tend to work a lot of late nights. There’s usually some sort of show going on at the gallery, and he’s usually testing the security, or playing with some new toy the company has developed.

Either way, you always wake up as he slips into bed. His arm wraps around your waist and pulls you in close, and he’ll kiss your hair. You immediately fall back asleep. In the morning you wake up to him kissing you and playing with your hair, and all he says is, “Good Morning Sleeping Beauty.”

It’s on a night that you get home really late, and Jason’s already in bed and asleep that you find him having a nightmare.

You gently shake him awake, and he pins you to the bed. You’re not afraid, you know that he’d never hurt you. Wriggling one wrist free, you stroke his hair and tell him, “It’s okay Jason, it’s just me. It’s Y/N.” His breathing calms down and he kind of just collapses next to you. He tries to put some distance between you but you don’t allow that. You snuggle right up to him and tell him you love him.

The next day is Saturday and he takes you out on the motorcycle for the first time. He stops at a stand on the side of the road, and the two of you just eat and talk. It’s one of the best days of your life. He gives you a silver locket with a picture of you and him. It’s one of those cheesy ones taken in a photo booth at the mall, the first day you spent together. You kiss him like there’s no tomorrow as a thank you.

Monday is another late night. It’s a high profile show, and you’re playing hostess. Everything is going fine until the party is crashed. It’s Bane. He has the paintings off the wall, and his goons are trying to shake people down for their cash and jewelry. They want your locket.

Your hands shake as you clasp the pendant. You don’t want to give it up. Jason went to a lot of trouble to get it for you, but it’s not worth your life either. You’re just about to give in, when the windows cave in, and in come Gotham’s heroes.

The goon who had been trying to get your necklace is down a second later, and the one in the red metal hood is picking you up and carrying you out of the room. His scent tickles your nose, his aftershave identifying your savior, after all, you bought it for him. The helmet disguises his voice as he tells you to stay there.

Just as he’s about to leave you call his name; your voice is soft barely above a whisper, after all no else can know, but you say it anyways, “Jason, please don’t leave me.” He doesn’t.

anonymous asked:

listen I love r&j so much they’re so cute. what do you think their dynamic would be if they didn’t have to worry about their parents finding out? who takes all the blankets at night? who makes breakfast in bed? who is the early riser? can either one of them sing or play an instrument? who is clumsier and who puts a bandaid on the other when they fall and scrape their knee? are they super pda? basically I just love them and I want them to be happy okay bye I love ur blog

THANK YOU! They had enough hate in their lives, they deserve that we give them some love!

But since the feud determines their lives to the point that they even commit suicide because of it, it is hard to actually know what Romeo and Juliet’s personalities would be if they lived in a loving, open-minded society. For instance, perhaps Romeo wouldn’t be so in love with love if his life weren’t so marked by hate, and certainly they wouldn’t have the need to kill themselves in order to “shake the yoke of inauspicious stars / From this world-wearied flesh.” Everything they do and say is conditioned by the violence and the hatred of their world, so if we isolate them from the feud, we are really not talking about Romeo and Juliet anymore… but as I love these star-crossed kids so much, I actually have a lot of headcanons about them being completely, perpetually happy. Because they deserve it and because they make me cry.

I tend to think that their dynamics wouldn’t really change. Both of them are so lively, so energetic, so desperate to feel the most extreme passions. That’s why they end up dead; they are too restless to succumb to the kind of life their society expects them to have. This impetuosity comes from their need to feel, to taste life in all its forms, and I think that’s exactly what they would do if they lived in a free world—live, because they are tremendously in love with life itself. They are too ecstatic and euphoric and impatient and tireless to ever fall into monotony. They would live each day in a different way and they would always look for ways to reinvent themselves, to expand themselves through new horizons. (See how they talk about lights forcing their way through windows and caves that they will tear by screaming.) They would always be full of ideas, always planning to do new things, always sharing their emotions. Moreover, I’m sure they would really stand up for each other, as they do in the play. They would always be there to remind each other how bright and valuable they are.

Romeo is a dreamer, a soft, childish boy who cries too much—his ideal world would be one in which he could just be himself, a world in which he wouldn’t be mocked at for showing his emotions. (Think about Mercutio’s reaction when Romeo publicly stated he literally loved Tybalt.) I think Romeo is really done with toxic masculinity, and what he needs is to live in a world where his idealism is not rejected. Juliet, on the other hand, is more of a realist. She’s always thinking and analyzing the situation. So they are quite different, but what’s so great about them is that they know how to accept each other. In the original text, they always inquire about each other’s opinions, aware that they do not always have to see things the same way. I don’t think that would change if they lived in a better world, and I actually think they fit really well: Romeo’s idealism may add some madness to Juliet’s down-to-earth reasoning, and Juliet’s realism may prevent Romeo’s dreams from governing all his life.

Now let me answer all your questions one by one because they are super fun!

  • Who takes all the blankets at night? Romeo takes all the blankets and he doesn’t stop moving and mumbling because he has such vivid dreams and he probably takes up most of the bed and Juliet always has to sleep on the edge.
  • Who makes breakfast in bed? Ever since Romeo bought heart-shaped molds off the Internet he makes cupcakes for Juliet to have in bed when she wakes up. (Because Romeo 100% loves hearts. Juliet’s nickname on his WhatsApp account is ❤❤❤ MY JULIET ❤❤❤ and if you ever ask him to draw something random he’d just draw a heart.) Juliet doesn’t really care much but since she knows Romeo loves making breakfast in bed for her she once did the same for him and he cried because #feels.
  • Who is the early riser? Looking at how Juliet just wanted to stay in bed in Act 3 scene 5 I’ll say Romeo wakes up earlier. (I mean, according to the play Romeo loves to wake up really early just to go write bad poetry under a damn sycamore.) Juliet loves to sleep and she always tries to talk Romeo into staying in bed and cuddle with her all morning.
  • Can either one of them sing or play an instrument? He’s not a good singer but Romeo always sings in the shower. He sings the most ridiculous songs and Juliet sometimes has to urge him to get out of the bathroom because he’s been locked in there singing out loud for decades. Also they sing together in the car and they really get into it. (And it’s always Juliet who drives because Romeo is too dramatic to even try to park his car.)
  • Who is clumsier and who puts a bandaid on the other when they fall and scrape their knee? Romeo is super clumsy and Juliet is his perfect prince coming to rescue him in a shining armor. (I mean, remember when Romeo dreamed that Juliet brought him back to life with a kiss as if he were a Disney princess? Yeah.) Of course Romeo is overdramatic and if he injured his knee he’d be like “that’s it I’m going to die this is the end I LOVE YOU JULIET” and Juliet would just be like “SHUT THE FUCK UP IT’S JUST A DAMN SCRATCH” but then she would pity him because he would keep complaining and she’d just fill him with kisses and give him a lot of affection.
  • Are they super pda? THEY ARE SUPER PDA LIKE, they are always kissing and ignoring everyone else and calling each other by the most ridiculous names and Mercutio doesn’t stop mocking them but they don’t even listen because they are too busy whispering ridiculous things in each other’s ear. They are that kind of couple that makes you uncomfortable BECAUSE THE INTIMACY but they can’t help it because they make each other so happy.
3 places I associate to the signs.

Aries: empty ice-skating rinks, the city at dawn, a park with swings during nighttime.

Taurus: empty ballet rooms, strawberry fields, an outdoor restaurant with fairy lights.

Gemini: secret rooftop hideouts, noisy cafés, a treehouse in a forest.

Cancer: the ocean during a sunset, a path in a forest, skateboarding arenas.

Leo: vast sunflower fields, antic boutiques, an art gallery of artists you haven’t discovered yet.

Virgo: empty old libraries with LOTS of books, tennis courts, a wooden bench in a sunny park.

Libra: waterfall caves, windows that look out on busy streets, fields of wildflowers.

Scorpio: a concert at night, a bridge over a river (with water lilies), a forest with tall trees.

Sagittarius: inside a classic car (on a road trip), abandoned house fenced by wildflowers, fields of tall grass.

Capricorn: the top of a mountain you had to climb, classrooms 5 minutes before lessons begin, aquariums.

Aquarius: a bakery that smells delicious, a bus graveyard, a small boat on a lake (with someone you like).

Pisces: an empty meadow (stargazing with someone you like), picturesque and bucolic villages, apple orchards.

The signs as Lemony Snicket books

aries: The Hostile Hospital (medical terminology, ballons, bluffing, playing the guitar instead of being helpful, communicating purely through an intercom, anagrams)
taurus: The Reptile Room (actual good person, snakes, science, unfortunate names, poison, throwing lamps at people, never ever ever ever ever ever)
gemini: The Grim Grotto (submarines, mushroom, newspaper articles that somehow survive being submerged in water, diving, strange laughter, hitting people with spaghetti, he or she who hesitates is lost)
cancer: The Miserable Mill (extremely surreal swordfight, feeding people to a woodchipper, manual labour, hypnotism, tights with eyes all over them, the word “inordinate”, being paid in coupons and fed gum)
leo: The Vile Village (people being burnt at the stake, crows, mob psycology, hot air balloons, huge trees, cases of mistaken identity, battering rams, motorcycles, and harpoon guns)
virgo: The Wide Window (unexpectedly justified paranoia, caves, fear of realtors, leeches, grammar pedantary, a fake peg leg concealing a real leg inside of it, cucumber soup)
libra: The Ersatz Elevator (fashion, impossible physical feats, a rope made out of miscellanious objects, empty elevator shafts, auctions, monacles, unreasonably tall buildings, red herrings, two pages of total darkness)
scorpio: The Austere Academy (weird insults, snobbery, strange eating methods, ridiculous study requirements, badly played violins, bags of candy, unnecessary exhaustion, crabs that pinch toes, kidnapping)
sagittarius: The Carniverous Carnival (fortune telling by trickery, secret paperwork, freakshows, people being thrown to the lions, building the suspense, in the belly of the beast, give everyone what they want) 
capricorn: The End (islands cut off from everything else, passive manipulation when necessary, literal clay feet, hoarding random objects, bad disguises, a raft made of books, if you were expecting closure go somewhere else the world is way to complex for that)
aquarius: The Slippery Slope (giant frozen waterfalls, messages in fridges, camping, scouts, gnats, lengthy declarations, auras of menace, big nets, eagles, cooking under difficult circumstances)
pisces: The Penultimate Peril (hotels, bells, completely hectic, mirrored lettering, surprisingly decent support, surprisingly dark backstory, reappearances, justice is blind, smoke signals, sugar bowl) 


Prompt: Bucky finds out you are super ticklish when he is snuggled up to you

Warnings: None

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Someone’s ticklish 

The weather outside is out of control, wind and rain bashing off of the window to your room. You never did like the loud noises the wind makes. But you have Bucky to comfort you through it all. He is snuggled up beside you in bed, his nose pressed against your neck. You can feel his hot breath on your skin and for some reason you like that feeling. Maybe because it is an indicator as to how close he is. 

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