#mini requests

Finished request for rubyjolt on Deviantart!

Just know that I wrote this on a whim in the middle of the night after the firstsentence just popped into my head. I hope you like it anyways 🖤

My drafts folder is full of 100+ random gifs just waiting for me to write fics to them (made up of an assortment of members from BTS, EXO and NCT 127 members) and I was thinking just for fun and to cheer us up a bit you folx could maybe...send me some requests...🤷🏼‍♀️🤔💕👍🏻

The game is this: You send me a number from 1 to 100 & a prompt, I’ll select the corresponding numbered gif and write a surprise mini post (100 words or under) with the mystery member!

Prompt Lists (please quote the full prompt not just the number!) are here: 1, 2, 3, 4 🔥💕✨

Thank you for sending one in! :D

@jason-redhood : For your consideration: #54 “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.” with Jason x reader. Thank you! ✨

Tagging: @royslittleharper  @the-shadow-of-atlantis @coffee-randomness @daisyboobear @werewitchling @nightwing-rules @jayne-writes  @guns-n-lilies @pinkwitch21

Jason: @memento-scribet

“W… what happened?” Jason said walking into the warehouse. The goons all lay around you moaning. The place was a total mess. “I thought you were just going to check the place out.”

You shrugged flipping your hair behind your shoulder, “keep up.” you told him as you started to walk deeper into the warehouse. Jason chuckled before following you.

“Got to say I’m enjoying the view”

“Don’t enjoy it too much, you’re going to have to take the lead soon.”

“I’m always ready to lead, partner”

You laugh lightly as you pull out some charges, “Ok then be right back.” you said leaning forward giving him a quick peck on the cheek before skipping off. It was Jason’s turn to laugh before pulling out his guns. The sound of footsteps coming up behind him.

“Well hello, boys? You want a piece of me too?”

As Jason rained hell down on the goons you quickly did what you came for. After taking stock of the building you found it. In an office overlooking the main warehouse floor were The plans the Trader (as he called himself) had been hiding. Plans of a transport route where young orphans were being sold to labs to be tested on. Orphans like you. 

Picking them up you quickly stored them in your jacket pocket. You turned to leave when the sound of a gun clicking made you pause. A man dressed in a tailored black suit stood in front of you. The Trader.

“Put your hands up.”

You sighed putting your hands over your head. “Just don’t shoot” you cried in your most sweet damsel voice. The Trader laughed as he pushed the small of your back with the barrel of his gun.

Slowly you both walked down the stairs toward the main room where Jason stood knocking out the last of the goons with a hard kick. Glancing up he slowly turned.

“Hey, you alright?” he asked. You shot him a smirk.

“Just swell.”

“Stop talking!” the Trader hissed pressing his gun harder into your back. You wince slightly.

“What you don’t like my explosive personality?” you asked winking at Jason.

“I said QUIET!”

“Third time’s the charm,” Jason said, your eyes flickered to his holster, his hand gripping the gun. Quitely you counted down from three.

Then the office above you exploded.

Ducking you kicked your legs out as Jason let three bullets fly straight into the Trader’s head. He slumped down next to you as another blast of explosions rang out.

“Really?” Jason asked grabbing your hand, “was that necessary?”