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anonymous asked:

can you plzzzzzz do jikook for “stop talking. now.” "please, stop it." thank you!

a/n: hmu w some short prompts and i’ll write you smt


stubbornness is the only thing that has jimin’s hands on the steering wheel, the job of driving originally having been pre-assigned to jungkook, but seeing that at a point in the night jungkook came to be on the verge of drunkenness to the extent of possibly mounting a roof while wearing a tin foil hat, the responsibility passed on to jimin.

of course, while the two were discussing the decision, jungkook had put up quite the fight, vigorously crying out that he was perfectly fine and in no way tipsy (“IN NO WAY, I SAY!”), but jimin refused to let up. after further arguing (which, on jungkook’s part, became more meaningless words than actual reasons), jimin, undoubtedly, won and proceeded to promptly drag jungkook away from the bourbon and tequila and to the car.

if jimin may say so himself, this was his brightest moment of the night, because jungkook has been acting so positively tipsy that jimin is thankful that he’s the one manning the the steering wheel.

his dimmest moment of the night was agreeing to leave in a car with jungkook in the first place.

as they cruise down one of the many boulevards of town, now miles away from the party, jungkook’s head dramatically whips to jimin. he seems to be trying to sport a devilish, suave look, but it turns out 35% confused, 65% constipated, and 100% ridiculous.

jungkook clears his throat and grins wolfishly, albeit crookedly. “so, did it hurt?”

jimin raises an eyebrow at him, to which jungkook wiggles his. jimin scoffs and rolls his eyes, making a right turn into highway 101. here, the roads are empty, like a secret town of pavement, the city lights peaking up in towers on the both sides of the car and the chill of the night blocked out by their rolled-up windows.

“let me guess. when i fell from heaven?” jimin rolls his eyes.

jungkook giggles, looking satisfied with the reply he received. “nope!” he cries, eyes crinkling as he smiles.

a look on perplexation crosses jimin’s face. “what?”

a smirk blooms on jungkook’s features as he leans forward, and jimin feels his skin heat up. he’s awfully glad that the highway is empty, because they would’ve crashed seven times by now if it were crowded.

“did it hurt,” murmurs jungkook, eyes shifting to meet jimin’s coyly, “when you fell for me?”

jimin practically veers off his lane. “w-what?“ 

god, he’s glad the highway is empty: at some point he slammed down on the break and switched the gear shift to park, too busy gaping at jungkook, who seems very tipsily pleased with himself.

“cat got your tongue?” jungkook says, the expression on his face smug, as if he has to right and audacity to feel so, as if-

“god, oh my god. please, stop it. stop talking, like, now.” jimin buries his face in his hands, noticing the way jungkook’s expression slightly warms, before jimin gets himself back together. he shakily adjusts the gear shift to drive and his eyes back to the road, taking a deep breath and press-ganging his heart into reeling back to its normal pace.

“i am never going to let you drink again,” he mutters as the car starts rolling again.

a laugh bubbles from jungkook’s lips. the corner of jimin’s vision can make out that jungkook has leaned back in the passenger’s seat again, but the way that his eyes fixate on jimin makes it feel as if he’s still only inches away, tempting and tangible. jimin’s muscles are tense as he continues down the highway, body locked up and defensive because of how raw and exposed he feels under jungkook’s scrutiny, with his presence so prominent, and jimin has to roll down the windows to breathe through it.

after minutes of flicking through silence stretches and radio bursts, jimin spares a full glance at jungkook. the night wind is blowing his hair without care, sweeping across his grin, and if it doesn’t make him breathtaking, then jimin doesn’t know what does (the answer: everything). jimin blushes.

“not another drink for the rest of the year,” he thinks, and then too late realizes that he said it aloud.

jungkook catches his words too, unforunately, chuckling and sitting up. “imma tell you a secret, jimin. come here, come here.” he beckons him with a hand, and jimin, if hesitantly, does as told, still keeping his eyes on the road. jungkook closes the distance between them until his breath is cresting over jimin’s ear, his grin hot on his lips.

jungkook whispers: “i’m sober.”

woman : hs

Request: Yes

Pairing: Harry Styles x Y/N

Word count: 400 something

What are you about to read: A short one shot where Harry and Y/N shares a steamy kiss while Woman plays in the background. Italics are song lyrics!

“W-woman,”

The music kept playing in the background as Harry mumbled the words, his delicate hand holding a scotch half way finished.

She eyed him up and down, taking in every single detail as he kept moving his head to the beat of the new melody, a proud smile on her face as she admired him from where she was seated.

The song kept playing as Y/N made her way to him, leaving her own fruity beverage on the coffee table -careful not to knock down the alcohol bottles. She wanted him; wanted his wet mouth on hers, his warm- sweet tongue inside her mouth. She didn’t care about the nasty thoughts when she stood right before him, her silk blouse all wrinkled from previous make out sessions.

“Hello there,” he looked up, the song kept playing in the background as he mentioned her to sit on his lap with a quick glance.

This thing upon me, howls like a beast…

“I want you to destroy me with your mouth,” she spoke, now fully seated on Harry’s thighs.

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Rough Night / Jason Todd x Reader

THIS IS A REPOST!

A/N: This fic was one of my favorites and one of the most popular on my previous blog, so I decided that it would be a good idea for it to be the first fic I post, so… I hope you enjoy!

Prompt Used: Person A nuzzling into Person B’s neck because they’re cold and tired, and Person B  m e l t i n g.

Word Count: 400+



Coffee was the only thing keeping you alive at the moment, a large cup of it next to your laptop as you rapidly typed something into the search bar will glancing from the small stack of papers beside you and the screen. Eraser and Pencil shavings were scattered around your desk and even on the floor, a single pencil sitting atop of the papers, clear that it was used and abused many times.

You were too into whatever was on your screen you didn’t hear the bedroom door squeak open and your boyfriend step in. Jason half expected you to be passed out of your bed with the book ‘Little house on the prairie’ half open and on your chest, however, this wasn’t much of a surprise either.

“Y/N… It’s 1 am, go to bed…” Jason gently laid his hands on your shoulders and peered over you to look at the screen, skimming over the small words before reaching over and closing the lid, picking up the cup of coffee and moving to place it on the bedside table. You snapped back into reality and slowly turn to face your lover, muttering a few words you couldn’t even make out.

Jason chuckled at your tired and dazed behavior, dropping down onto the bed perching himself up as he motioned for you to lay next to him. It took you a second, slowly standing from the small, uncomfortable stool at your table and stretching out the tight knots in your back, a relieving feeling rushing throughout your body with the sound of your back cracking. Jason couldn’t help but cringe at the sound, a shiver running down his spine even at the thought.

“…When did you get here?” you mumble while stumbling towards the shared bed and slowly straddling your boyfriend’s thighs, hearing the quiet hiss of pain slipping past his lips, “Rough night?” You question.

Jason only nodded, leaning up and brushing his rough, chapped lips against your soft ones, hands being placed on your hips pulling you closer against his body as his arms slipped around your waist.

You pull away from the kiss with a quiet hum of satisfaction while gently leaning against his bruised body, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck and shifting to a more comfortable position. Peppering light kisses against his neck as you mumble inaudible words, feeling his grip tighten around you.

Your eyes slowly shut as you press against Jason with your arms wrapping around his waist and gently squeezing. Drifting off rather quickly into blackness to the relaxing feeling of Jason running his hands through your hair, untangling any knots that he seemed to come across.

Everything seemed to be slowly fading, the relaxing feeling, the soft sound of Jasons breathing, the light peeking through your curtains from the moon. All so slowly, as you fall asleep comfortably against your beaten and bruised boyfriend.

Don't ignore me!

Originally posted by leakees

Prompt: Don’t ignore me! I want attention!

Pairing: Roman Reigns X Reader

Warnings: N/A

Tagging: @ii-love-roman-reigns 

Word Count: 400+


You laid on the couch in the living room. Roman and Dean were playing video games and had been all day and even through last night.

You were bored out of your mind. Playing video games were fun, don’t get me wrong, but all night and then right out of bed?

“Ro, are you almost done? You promised me you read with me before you went back on the roads and you’re leaving in less than 34 hours.” Roman grunted and wave his hand in the air before returning it to the controller.

“You have fun, Baby.” You frowned. “No offensive, Dean, but Ro you’re on the road with him all the time. I would like it if I could spend some time with you.” Another grunt.

You got up from the couch and snatched your book from the coffee table. “Whatever. Spend time with Dean…” You mumbled, making your way to the bedroom.


The book you were reading was so damn good. You haven’t been able to put it down since you began reading it. 

You didn’t even know Dean and Roman stopped playing video games and now Dean was asleep in the guest room.

Roman opened the door to your shared bedroom and leaned against the doorframe. You were lying in bed, blankets wrapped around you, propped up and most of the pillows. 

Roman smiled, taking in how you looked in the moment.

Roman slipped into the room and quietly shut the door behind him. Crawling on the bed, Roman tried to get your attention by sticking his nose in the corner of the book.

You simply moved the book out of the way to far into your book to notice it was Roman. Next, he tried to curl his large body around yours. 

You still didn’t notice him. Roman sighed. “Baby…” He hummed, dragging his nose up your arm. Nothing. “Baby…”

He dragged his hand up your thigh. Not a reaction. He sighed. “Sweet cheeks…” He nuzzled your neck. 

You flipped the page of your book. He groaned loudly. “Babe!” You bit your lip, eyes still scanning the page.

“Babe…Come on…” He whispered in your ear. You flipped to the next page. Finally, he snatched the book from your hands. 

“Don’t ignore me! I want attention!” You stared blankly at him. Honest. You didn’t know he was in here. You smirked then. “Now you know how it feels.”


Let Her Go


Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 400

A/N: Just a gif blurb. Feeling a little angsty tonight. Hell, it isn’t much, but this is he kind of little thing I used to do all the time. Slowly getting back to it. YOU SHOULD TAKE NOTE, YOU’VE GOTTEN THREE FICS IN THREE NIGHTS. WHAT?! It’s also a part of my 30 days of Jensen and Dean. This is fic number TWENTY-FIVE. The line requested was, “If there’s anything worth dying for, this is it.” requested by @teepartyy It’s way more angsty than you hoped for. I’m sorry, but thanks for celebrating with me!

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How About a Little Romance?

Originally posted by ambreignssmemories

Prompt: “This bath is too damn hot.” – “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”

Word Count: 400+

Warnings: Cursing


“Dean, I’m bored,” you said as you looked up at your boyfriend, whose arms were wrapped around you as you were sitting in his lap.

“Mm, what do you want to do then?” he asked, glancing down at you.

“Oh! We should take a bath together!”

He smirked a little and your rolled your eyes, already knowing what he was thinking. “A bath, huh?”

“Not that kind of bath, genius. No, a cute little bath with bubbles and stuff. It’ll be romantic.”

“I don’t know the meaning of the word,” he said and you nodded.

“I’m aware. Anyway, you wait here and I’ll go run the bath, alright?”

“Alright, babe.”


“Dean, come in here!” you yelled as you looked at the bath you’d just drawn for the two of you. There were bubbles and bath salts and you thought it looked pretty damn good if you did say so yourself.

“Well, would you look at that. You did good, babe.”

“Thanks,” you said as you began pulling your clothes off, eventually standing naked in front of your fully clothed boyfriend. “Now take your clothes off.”

“As you wish, my darling,” he said and you rolled your eyes, getting into the bath.

“Now get in here, Ambrose,” you said once he had finished taking his clothes off. “This is so relaxing.”

He smiled and stepped into the bath across from you and you smiled, thinking he was absolutely adorable covered in bubbles. You guys talked for a few minutes until you noticed that he looked uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you asked and he shrugged.

“This bath is too damn hot,” he said and you rolled your eyes playfully, not surprised by his words.

“This is why we can’t do nice things. You complain too much,” you joked and he frowned.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything until you asked me what was wrong. I was willing to put up with it for you,” he said and you smiled.

“Well, that might just be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me,” you said and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh, shut up, you know that’s not true. I think it’s pretty romantic when I say that I love you.”

“Yeah, well, I suppose I love you, too.”

“You suppose? Well, I’ll make you love me!” he said as he splashed you.

“Oh my god! You’re the worst!”

“Say you love me and I’ll stop.”

“Fine, I love you, Dean.”

“I love you, too, Y/N. More than anything,” he said and you grinned, leaning forward to kiss him. Maybe he did know the meaning of romance after all.

The Amazing Part Is by TroubleIWant / @troubleiwant

[2407w | General]

You’re in love with a beautiful boy, and the amazing part is that he loves you back. He’s all dark honey eyes and buttermilk skin, moles down his neck that he lets you kiss and kiss again. He’s all sharp laughter and too wide sweeps of his arms, and it’s been ten months but you’re not thinking about your first anniversary, you’re thinking about forever.

Rec’d by @notvirginawoolf who says: I don’t understand why this doesn’t have 1000+ kudos. Gorgeous writing, clever twist on an old trope (OC POV on getting back together), and a sunlit happy ending for everyone.

Note: This really is a wonderful piece of writing. It managed to make my heart ache for the OC (which felt like a bit of a betrayal because my head was telling me I should have been rooting for Sterek!)


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jon snow: hands

anon requested: hit me with that against-the-wall, i-almost-lost-you jon snow smut?

notes: smut, smutty, s m u t. i tried to, so enjoy like 1,400 words of smut not counting the cut above. enjoy!!! bc i really did omg


Jon lifted you up off you feet as you appeared before him. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, as he gasped.

You were here, he thought, she’s here.

You laughed as he kissed your cheeks, “I thought you were gone,”

You raise your brow at him, patting his stubbly cheeks. “Jon, I told you I was going home for awhile.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did,” you said as you tiptoed to kiss him passionately on the lips.

“I thought I almost lost you,” he continued as he broke away. He placed your hand on his chest, kissing your inner wrist.

“You overreact sometimes, wolf,” you giggled as you placed you down. You reached up to kiss his jaw, and he kissed your forehead.

He reached down to nibble down at your ear as he whispered, “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” He cocked his head to the side with a subtle wink and you tighten your hand around his own as he walked up the stairs with you to his room.

When he closed the door, you leaned knowingly against the wall, feeling his eyes move to your hands as you untied your coat at the tips. He took in a breathe as the coat was disregarded at the bottom, and walked over to you, his hands on both sides of your neck, “Dirty,” he whispered as you stood before him in a low cut top, showing him generously your chest.

And he began. And you did, too.

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Teenage Love Affair [Archie Andrews]

Plot: [Y/n] and Archie are a little late with curfew
Word count: 400+
Status: Edited

[Y/n] giggled as Archie wrapped his arm around her, pulling her body into his. His other arm carried a picnic basket he had brought along for their date night. 

“That was fun,” She commented. She glanced up at the night sky which had just set in. “I really don’t want this night to end.”

“We could always go back and just spend the night there,” Archie jokingly suggested.

“Yeah because sleeping in the almost exact spot they found Jason Blossom’s body sounds like real fun.”

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Budget Thai Peanut Fried Rice

Ingredients:

  • 20g (1 tbsp +1 tsp) peanut butter
  • 1 tbsp soy sauce
  • 1 packet (1 tsp) white vinegar
  • 1 Splenda tablet (1 tsp of sugar will do, or the equivalent of any other sweetener)
  • 4 cherry tomatoes, finely chopped
  • ½ tsp chilli flakes
  • 1/8 tsp cinnamon
  • 1/8 tsp mixed herbs
  • pinch of ground black pepper
  • 250g frozen mixed vegetables
  • 2 tbsp chopped onion
  • about half a cup of cooked rice

Recipe:

  1. Make the peanut sauce by placing the peanut butter, soy sauce, vinegar and Splenda in a bowl and pouring over 2 tbsp of hot water, then mixing. It may not be a very smooth consistency, but that’s okay. As long as all of the ingredients are incorporated into each other, you’re good. Then stir in the tomatoes, chilli flakes, cinnamon and mixed herbs. Give it a taste and adjust the seasoning as necessary.
  2. In a non-stick frying pan, heat the frozen vegetables with the chopped onion until cooked, stirring often. Add the rice, followed by the peanut sauce, continuing to stir until the food is piping hot.

Notes: I’ve had to get a little creative with my recipes while on holiday given that we bought very little at the corner shop and have only a handful of spices in the cupboards, hence why I was using the splenda I bought for my coffee instead of maple syrup and the packet of vinegar from a chippy. BUT it did occur to me that this is a very good meal for if you’re living on a budget!

Assuming that you have a well-stocked spice rack, the ingredients would cost you less than £5 to buy and each meal costs 38p to make :) I’ll have to remember this one when I go to uni in a few weeks time lol

Serves 1, 362 calories

There’s No Place Like Home (4)

Avengers x Reader x Bucky

 

Summary: What happens when a fictional world comes to life? Drama ensues.

 

Warnings: nada

 

Word Count: 400+

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by howdoyourespond

All eyes were on her.

As Mr. Hollywood–Bucky, explained her situation, the team would not stop staring at her. She swallows hard, rubbing her sweaty palms against the sides of her jeans. She could feel the sweat lining her forehead and she felt like she was going to puke.

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the wilderness (3-part series) by ceserabeau

[9202w | Mature/Explicit]

When Stiles pictured Derek’s return to Beacon Hills, he never imagined this: late night in the cereal aisle at the grocery store, Stiles in sweatpants and a shirt long overdue a wash, glancing left from the Captain Crunch and Lucky Charms to find Derek Hale, four feet away, pulling a box of muesli off the shelf.

Rec’d by @notvirginawoolf!

Note: I love fics where Derek comes back to Beacon Hills after a few years have passed, and how effortless and natural their relationship is once they’ve each found some balance amongst the supernatural craziness. This was a joy to read from start to finish!


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Always

Originally posted by itsalwayssunnyinaz

Prompt: “Baby, I’m scared.” – “You don’t have to be; not as long as I’m here.”

Requested by: @wrasslin-rollins 

Word Count: 400+

Warnings: Cursing, maybe some angst


“Shit,” you said as you stared blankly at the pregnancy test in your hands. It was positive. You and your fiancé had both decided that you both wanted kids, but that you wanted to wait until your careers settled down, considering that you were both experiencing tremendous success in WWE currently, more so Seth than you since you’d been out with a minor knee injury for a few months.

“Y/N, I’m back!” Seth yelled as he entered the house. You quickly wrapped the test in some toilet paper in threw it into the trashcan before making your way out into the living room to greet him.

“Hey, baby,” you said before you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Are you hungry? We have some leftover pizza in the fridge.”

“Yeah, I could eat,” he says as he makes his way into the kitchen. “Do you want anything?”

“Um, no thanks, I ate earlier,” you responded as you went and sat at the table, beginning to twirl your engagement ring on your finger, something you tend to do when you’re nervous.

“How’s your day been, babe?” he asked and you sighed quietly.

“Uneventful,” you answered shortly causing him to frown.

“Well, alright then,” he said as he grabbed his pizza and sat down across from you. “How’s your knee feeling?”

“Not too bad today. How’s yours?”

“Better than ever,” he says and you nod as he begins to eat. You sit in silence for a few minutes until he can’t take it anymore. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.”

“We’ve been together long enough for me to know when there’s something wrong, alright? Just tell me, you know you can tell me anything.”

“I know but…” you trailed off, looking down at your hands. “Baby, I’m scared.”

“You don’t have to be; not as long as I’m here. Now please, Y/N, just tell me what’s going on.”

You sighed, looking up at him. “Fine, hold on a second,” you said, standing up and walking into the bathroom to retrieve your pregnancy test from the trash and quickly rinsing it off before walking back out to your fiancé. “Here,” you said holding out the test in front of him. He took it reluctantly, and then looked up at you with wide eyes.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah, I’m pregnant, Seth.”

He jumped out of his seat and pulled you into a bone crushing hug. “That’s so great!”

You grinned and hugged him back. “Really, you’re not upset?”

“Upset? Why would I be upset? We’re gonna be parents, Y/N!”

“I’m so glad you’re happy. There’s no way that I could do this without you.”

“Hey, I will always be there for you, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And in that moment, you knew that you guys were gonna be okay.