❛❛i live in a house full of stupid men and their dirty underwear except there is an angel in their midst and he cleans up after himself and does everyone’s laundry and we share the same neighbor who likes to have wild sex every night and the hot boy hates confrontation but i guess not when his dick is in my vagina❜❜ AU
COUNT → 7.143
GENRE → smut
PAIRING → jinyoung | reader
WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | graphic dirty talk | spanking
note → this is for my friend @loljinyoungie because it’s her birthday today!!!! birthday smut!!!! so if ur reading this. please feel free to send her a birthday message :-D i hope u like this smut though!!!!! i told you i would finish it!!!!!!!!! a little later than i planned but oH WELL HAVE AT ALL YOUR KINKS I HOPE I DID THEM JUSTICE. AND IF I SPELLED HIS NAME “JIMYOUNG” ANYWHERE IM GONNA BE SO MAD IDK WHY THAT IS EVEN A THING THAT HAPPENS
You really hated the fact that you
were such a light sleeper.
One of your favorite sounds in the
world was nothing. That’s not to say you didn’t have a favorite sound, but that
your favorite sound was literally nothing.
Nothing was the sound of a cool breeze blowing against your house’s exterior. Or
maybe it was even the sound of rain dripping from your roof outside your window—sounds like those.
Nothing was white noise, but it also
sounded cooler to say nothing rather than that.
However, the sound of bodies thudding
into the wall next to you? That was definitely
not white noise.
i think of this goddamn au everytime i even SEE garlic bread smh.
Basically it started with me and sven joking about what if Lance had a nightmare about never being able to eat garlic bread again and woke up in a cold sweat and calls Keith at like, 4 am before hanging up and calling Hunk for more sympathy and leaves Keith filled with rage and hunger for garlic bread for hours and he loses sleep over it.
The most memorable things about this au though, is that somehow we got to where Pidge eats garlic bread with peanut butter on top and threatens to eat it in front of people to get what she wants (((the threat doesnt phase Keith because lbr he probably eats weird food combos too))) ((Shiro and Matt are unfazed due to exposure of Keith and Pidges Nasty eating habits)).
anyways thats the garlic bread au and why every time i see garlic bread i think of peanut butter and pidge.
Woah… you guys I? hit? over? 200? followers??? It means so much to me that you all want a little part of me and my blog in your lives
❤ I wish I could give you all the appreciation and garlic bread you deserve! I know 200 doesn’t seem like much but for little ol’ me its its a big deal, how you guys put up with my shit talk in the tags and late night drabble I’ll never know. To those I speak to daily, mutuals, and those who I am yet to interact with, thank you so very much
So for my first celebration with you lovely people I decided to do some blog rates~
I understand the grumpy vampire trope bc they can’t eat garlic bread and like imagine having to exist on this hell planet for all of eternity and not being able to turn to garlic bread in times of emotional despair?? binch I would be grumpy too!!
please bless this hand with the gift of making millions of simoleons by playing some songs i swear i will be good and i will never steal food from my neighbour’s doorstep again and i will not bribe the pizza guy to give me extra pieces of garlic bread every time or will i refill my drinks multiple times when only the first refill was free
This was inspired by the complete lack of ideas for this prompt, volleyball games I’ve played, and a desire to write a fluffy-ish college au because I absolutely love those, and procrastination. And of course, “Uptown Funk” by Bruno Mars.
When Maka Albarn meets Soul Evans, he’s snarling by himself to no one in particular and emanating a don’t-look-at-me vibe, but she decides that his eyes are too dreamy
to admire from afar and soon she’s crossing the gymnasium and dropping down
beside him, folding her legs and grinning.
Two tennis balls, one arrow. Borrowing heavily from thecatbastet’s meta on this subject, here goes:
“There are things I haven’t told you,” Oliver says haltingly over garlic bread. “About the time I was away.”
She nods. “I know.”
The puzzle pieces were always there. He obviously did not learn urban parkour in the wilderness, nor did the birds teach him to pilot a plane. The Bratva did not induct him as a captain via Skype call to Lian Yu, and Amanda Waller did not make his acquaintance at the beach. Of course Felicity put them together; he expected her to.
But, no, she does not know.
“I’d like to hear them, when you’re ready,” she says. “I mean, not ‘like to’ as in ‘enjoy,’ because I have a feeling these are not happy fun stories. But you can tell me, if you want to.”
The only way to get through this with her trust intact is to lay it all on the table. If he speaks in half-truths now, he’ll ruin this. “I don’t want to,” he says, a little more hoarsely than he’d like. “It’s selfish, but the way you look at me…”
She’s doing it now, without even her glasses to mute the effect. He wants so badly to live up to that look.
“I think that if I told you these things, you wouldn’t look at me that way anymore.”
She reaches across the table for his hand. “Well, then, you’re a dummy.”
Then the bomb goes off.
The universe flies into a million pieces, and when it reforms, it’s been put back together wrong. All wrong. He’s supposed to bleed on the med table, not her.
When she’s stable, he picks up the bow.
“Where are you going?” Dig says.
“They do not get away with this.”
Four men try to stop him getting to the one responsible. Four men’s deaths are announced on the nightly news. They were found with custom-made green arrows lodged in their throats.
When Oliver comes back to the foundry, blood spattered across his leathers, Felicity is sitting up on the med table. Her face is clean of blood, and she’s drowning in one of Dig’s shirts.
She looks at him different.
Dig’s arms are crossed, but it’s not condemnation, exactly. “I’ll give you two a minute.”
Oliver can hardly meet her eyes.
“I can’t be your exception,” she whispers, shivering under the gray blanket. “Oliver, I can’t.”
“I killed people for Waller in Hong Kong,” he grits out. “Not bad people, just… people. I snapped a man’s neck to be inducted into the Bratva. I killed people for seeing things I couldn’t afford for them to have seen.”
She nods, eyes filling with tears. “You’re not that man anymore.”
“Tonight I was.” And the hell of it is, he’s not even sorry. If she’s bleeding on a table, he’ll be whoever he has to be. Honestly he’s terrified by the things he can imagine himself doing in her name, by the echo of his own self-righteous lecture to Slade.
“The new guy – the one I’m in love with – he doesn’t pick up that bow to punish the guilty. He does it to protect the innocent.”
He closes his eyes. Back in May she risked her life to keep his hands clean. He’s not sorry, but he is ashamed.
On her next blink, one tear spills over and runs down her cheek. “Oliver?”
He looks at her split lip, and then he meets her eyes. “You know I meant what I said that night.”
“Yeah.” She smiles, fragile and watery. “I kind of thought you might have.”
He’s a coward if he doesn’t say it now. “I love you.”
Her breath leaves her in a rush – half delighted laughter, half resigned sob.
“But I don’t know that I’ll ever be the man you think I am.” Right this second, if he closes the distance and holds her the way he wants to, someone else’s blood will stain her shirt. He’s not usually given to metaphor, but this one hits him hard. “Maybe it’s better if we don’t do this.”
Every time he expects shock, all he gets is another patient nod. Two more tears slip down. “Maybe it’s better.”
The night ends almost exactly the way he envisioned while he was re-tying his tie for the third time this afternoon. He drives Felicity home, opens the car door for her, and walks her up the steps of her town house.
The "Getting Rid of Bread and Garlic and Butter (and Possibly Cheese)" Garlic Bread
Isn’t it a great title?
Anyway, I was sitting here pulling an all-nighter, and I got hungry, so I decided to make a snack. A text post on my dash made me crave garlic bread around the same time, so I decided to get rid of all my stale bread, garlic, and cheese lying around. Let me tell you: it was the best decision I’ve made in the 20 years of my life.
- Sliced white bread (I used 6…oops)
- 2 cloves of garlic
- ¼ stick of butter
- Pinch of salt
- Knife (to spread), Spoon (to mix), Oven, Foil
- Shredded cheddar (optional!)
[These are the ingredients I used, but the point of this snack was to use up whatever was left, so I’m sure it wouldn’t be too different if it was a different kind of bread, a little more or less of each ingredient, or a different kind of cheese. Don’t be afraid to throw whatever you want in there! Some tomato slices would be so good on these, if you’ve got them handy!]
I put the butter in the microwave for 15 seconds, which gave me some very very soft but not completely melted butter. I put the garlic in a garlic press, then combined that with the butter and added some salt. I used the back of the spoon to mix them all together, and then spread it on the slices evenly. I put the slices on a sheet of foil and carefully placed it into the oven - be very careful! I used a wooden spatula to help me put some of the slices onto the foil once it was in there. I broiled them at 425F for about 20 minutes, and took some out. I put some cheddar on the rest and left it for a few more minutes to melt the cheese - those turned out super crunchy! If using cheese, though, you might wanna leave out the salt.
This can be made with vegan butter to be vegan and dairy free, and made with gluten-free bread to be…gluten-free!