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LUST. (M)

Jungkook x reader 

Inspired by Kendrick Lamar.

 Warnings: serious infatuation…

Lust was all it ever was.  

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Mr. Jealousy || old man logan

Originally posted by marvelheroes

Requested by Anon: How about a reader insert where Logan always drops the reader off at work, noticing a flirty worker who is always there when he picks her up. He grows jealous and a bit insecure as time goes on because he isn’t in his prime anymore. That doesn’t stop him from threatening said co-worker and denying it ever happened when she asks him about it one night. 

Key: y/c/n- Your Coworkers Name

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@drewkelliii @house-of-penguin @liveourlifelikenobodyelse @tigers-have-teeth @agirlinherhead @weasleytheking @avengers-bucky-fanfic 

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The Fitting (Part 7)

(The sexuality of your relationship with Jungkook continues to get more intense while you both struggle a little on how to make things work.)

Warning: smut, cunnilingus, face-sitting, public sex, intercourse, explicit as always


With Jungkook working out of town for a couple of days, you were able to focus more on your own job without distraction.  Or at least with fewer distractions.  Before you both parted ways at your apartment, Jungkook told you teasingly that every time he got horny he would text you to let you know he was thinking of you.  You hadn’t been apart more than 30 minutes before you got the first text.

Thinking of you right now.

You had learned from almost getting caught the previous day that you needed to keep you phone on silent and to change Jungkook’s name to “Some Guy” in your contact list.  You really didn’t feel like you could trust Jungkook to tone it down in his texts, but you would do the best you could to keep it from being noticeable.

You spent most of the day focused on planning all the looks for the boys’ appearances in Thailand next week.  It was fun to finally have some limited control over the entire process from fashion to hair and makeup.  You had been so focused on your work that you didn’t even realize until you arrived home late that night that you hadn’t checked the messages on your phone all day.  When you finally looked, you saw messages from the blind date guy making suggestions for your second date.

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anonymous asked:

what are your favourite stilwater hidden details? stuff like easter eggs, funny posters and npcs, and so on.

ooh wow big ask lemme think

ok i think the #1 thing is that you can actually pick up and try to play basketball at any of the hoops but that really ties overall into how much i like the situational idle animations. theyre the same animations youll see npcs doing in the right places – browsing shelves in a store, leaning on a wall smoking a cigarette outside………….. dancing on a pole in a strip club (which yes, is an animation your boss will do if the situation is right). 

something that makes the sr2 world feel way more alive for me is how npcs will just… walk around and do things. theyre not programmed to sit in one spot repeating one animation for All Of Eternity or to just endlessly walk back and forth up a street. they do shit! its neat!

is it just fair to say i love how many stupid little minigames there are?? ambulance and taxi and streaking?? theres so many little timewasters…

signs and stuff… are funny bcs like holy shit it never stops cracking me up how insanely bad the like… graphic design in stilwater is. all the posters and signs in the city look unbelievably amateurish but i would argue this fits so well in some horrible way. 

anyway the best signs in the game are the Stilwater U fliers which push me into hysterics every time i see them

and of course the vitally important and unforgettable No Rings Boo Hoo

a lot of what makes sr2 so funny to me is just how the game world is fucking absurd in a way the game doesnt especially draw attention to. 

the best hidden location is the nuclear dump w/ the three eyed fish bcs those and the Secret Hidden Crabs are the only animals in the game world i think, which says a lot about Stilwater imo. most of the easter eggs (the hidden cabbits fr example) are pretty silly. i like that the merman exists even if ive never managed to catch a glimpse myself. 

when it comes to npcs…. man i just love listening to people walking around in the world? a lot of them just spew dumb jokes but theres also so many that inform my idea of stilwater as a real place, people who have to live and work there and have opinions on whats going on. having npcs come up to you and bully you over what youve been doing in the story was such a great fucking idea? like genuinely, it gives such a vivid impression of Stilwater as a world in which the absurdity and violence of the game’s story can happen. 

i also love the shop staff. is there BLOOD on this TWENTY?

other random details… i like that road signs list the icons for stores and activities? i like that theres a guided tour in the saint’s row church, i like that the in-game radio accounts for the fact that Veteran Child dies and how Shivington is a burned out husk after youre done with the place (i love seeing tangible real-world impacts of shit in games). 

thats everything i can think of off the top of my head but i know ppl are gonna say “hey what about this” and im gonna be like OH YEAH MAN THAT RULES!!! bcs theres way too many little things to remember all at once.

Monster Baby

Appearances mattered a lot to people. That was the only reason you could ever imagine your Young Woo being known as Monster Woo. If people saw him the way you did then they wouldn’t call him that at all. You lay on your side of the bed in silence, only a sliver of your eyes opened to see the display before you.

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End Game

The boy behind the cash register jotted down the last item in Roy’s bag. His pen slashed through a sum line, and he scribbled in the total price at the bottom of the paper. “That’s 215 cenz, please.”

Roy shifted his groceries to one hand and dug through his pocket for the 1000 cenz piece he’d stashed there earlier. The cashier took it with a slight grimace. He eyed Roy’s purchases and flipped the coin between his fingers. “Do you have anything smaller? I don’t have a lot of change here.”

“Allow me,” a voice, fast beside Roy’s ear answered. Roy startled, and stepped back as a new hand swung around. A military sleeve fell to its wrist, and the newcomer dropped 215 cenz on the counter.

Roy didn’t see the money though. He felt his groceries slip in his grasp, as if suddenly weightless. Something dense pulsed through his veins, something ringing in his ears, as he traced the hand back and turned to face the man who’d paid for his groceries.

Thin glasses, square jaw, gentle green eyes, tousled black hair. The man smiled. “As far as I remember, I owe you a few hundred cenz from our bets in Ishval. Never paid you for that. So let’s call this even.”

His voice, yes definitely his voice. And that loose smile, and the openness behind his eyes. Roy’s bag dropped from his hands. It hit his shoe and upturned, a few tomatoes rolling across the wood flooring.

“Hughes?” and he hardly heard his own voice whisper it.

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TOO MUCH (i) | (PETER PARKER X READER)

TOO MUCH PART ONE | PETER PARKER X READER

(A/N); Hello people of the universe! I know I’ve been gone for the longest time 7 months?? and I have many excuses on that, anyway, I recently finished another year of high school which means I have a little bit of time throughout summer break for me to write, yay! Anyhow, hope you enjoy this first actual part of Too Much, I don’t know how many part this series is going to have. Please give me feedback if you wanna, and make some requests! Sorry if you find any mistakes, I only proofread this once, whoops.

Disclaimers; So, I changed the story up while writing. In the intro, the reader didn’t know about Peter being Spider-Man but in this first actual part, they do. I changed it because my original plot was so similar to some stories out there already and I don’t want to repeat it again. I hope you’d love to see a a different angle of this story with a different perspective! I’ll link the intro down below.

Warnings; Lil’ bit of angst, lil’ bits of fluff, lil’ bits of my crap writing because it’s been so long.

Word Count; 1583


Too Much (Intro) (with a little change of story but you can read it to get the idea)


‘Can you just tell me if you’re not gonna show up?’

'I’m sorry, babe’

'Yeah… me too’ 


You and Peter were supposed to have your 10 month anniversary date tonight, but guess what, Peter bailed again. Yeah, of course, he has his Spider-Man duties to fulfilled but sometimes, it’s just a little too much.

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A regular day,
An old regular day,
Walking down the street,
Seeing familiar faces

A regular day,
Just an old regular day,
You were passing down the alley,
I look back and follow you around

I remember how we were,
When we were young,
Running back and forth down
The busy streets

I remember how we were,
When we were just starting,
The world is ours,
We kiss and we fly

I remember how we were,
When everything seems so perfect,
The adrenaline pushes forth,
We never thought love could hurt

A regular day,
Just an old regular day,
It really was the beautiful you,
We stopped for a coffee

A regular day,
An old regular day,
Reconnecting, hugging it out,
After all this said and done…

I know that we will never be.

—  Just A Regular Day, @anonnotsoanon

Korotan D: English Translation of Chapter 7 (Last Chapter) 

Finally, we have reached chapter 7! It’s been a fun ride, but all good things must come to an end :’D

In this chapter, Karma confronts Nagisa about Kayano, so Nagisa’s thoughts are revealed to the reader a bit more. Only a bit, though, as it seems that Nagisa might be better at reading Karma than Karma is at reading Nagisa. Also, a good portion of this chapter is Kayano being amazing and the class’s well-read folks (Hazama, Fuwa, and Mimura) appreciating her amazingness. Well, I guess everyone in 3-E found her amazing, but those three’s conversation about movie adaptations was fun to read ^^

Chapter 7: Performance Time

“We’ll start filming in 10 minutes! Hurry it up with your preparations!”

Nathonni raised his voice through a megaphone. The art group was busy working to reproduce an authentic-looking street of food stalls. Sugaya, too, worked as a member of the art group, painting one of the stalls so that a feeling of livelihood could be felt.

Kimura, Isogai, Kataoka, Okano, and Maehara, the members of Class E who were particularly confident in their physical abilities, hurried to put on their costumes in the waiting room. After hearing about Class E’s efforts to recover the golden Buddha statue from Jerome, the director suddenly decided to add another scene. It was a scene where ninjas who pursued Rin from Japan have a showdown with Jerome, a scene that was once rejected because they didn’t have enough stuntmen. He offered to have Class E play the part of the ninja group.

Knowing that he was about to take part in an action scene, Kimura was itching with excitement as he checked out the ninja costumes, which Hara helped make. Karma peeped in on the five ninja figures as they waited in the waiting room.

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On the morning of 8 August 1969, as photographer Iain Macmillan set up his ladder on Abbey Road and a police officer stopped traffic, Linda McCartney took some “behind the scenes” photographs as the Beatles waiting to cross the street.

Macmillan would take 6 photographs of the band as they walked back and forth across the street. Paul McCartney chose the 5th image for the band’s 11th studio album, which showed the group walking away from the studio where they had spent their last 7 years recording.

Standing at the intersection, Chuuya slowly exhaled and watched as people moved back and forth. The streets of Yokohama were bustling with noise and activity like it always was during the weekend.

It had been nearly a month since Dazai’s death. A month since he’d seen Atsushi’s tear-stained face by the casket. A month since Akutagawa had cast aside his distain for the weretiger and awkwardly put a hand onto his shoulder in attempts to comfort the sobbing detective.  A month since he’d seen the members of the agency stand beside the still form of their family member and bid their goodbyes. A month since he himself last shed tears for his former partner, knowing he’d never see that annoying smile again.  

Dazai Osamu was dead, and life still moved on without him.

Despite being well aware that the world would not stop just for one person, Chuuya found himself stuck. Unable to move on from Dazai’s death. Unable to come to terms that the annoying yet comforting presence in his life had suddenly been snatched away.

The redhead sighed and instead of crossing the street, he continued to stand by the streetlight, and watched people go by.

He lifted his head up, not expecting to see anyone he knew, when a catch of familiar brown hair caught his eyes.

Pale blue eyes widened as they made contact with amber ones.

An annoying smirk. Wavy brown hair. Bandaged skin. All things characteristic of….

Someone who had died nearly a month ago.

Chuuya continued to stare in disbelief as Dazai smiled and waved to him from the opposite side of the street. He made motions to approach the taller man only to see the brunet gently shake his head no and motion for him to stay.

“Dazai…” Chuuya’s voice came out in a broken whisper while his former partner continued to smile at him.

Desperate to gain some answers, a flurry of questions spilled from his lips, disregarding the odd looks those passing by gave him

“Why are you here? Why are you showing yourself to me only now!”

The brunet silently stood with a sad smile on his face as Chuuya continued to shout questions at him.

“Why did you leave so soon…”

The executive shook his head and tightly shut his eyes before continuing.

“Say something!”

Dazai parted his lips just as the cross light turned red, signaling the waiting cars to pass through once more.

Chuuya barely managed to make out the brunet’s words before he lost sight of him through the traffic.

Silent tears fell down from the redhead’s face as he stared at the spot where his former partner stood moments ago with Dazai’s parting words ringing through his ears despite the external noise.

幸せになれ 中也

Be happy, Chuuya.  

Light Me Up | Chapter 2

Originally posted by chwelove

Pairing: Vernon x OFC featuring S.Coups & Jeonghan

Genre: angst, fluff, humor

Word Count: 4539

[ Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 ] + Moodboard

Summary:  Just as the moon had her scars and imperfections, so did she. And he loved every bit of it. To him, she was the moon that shone brightest in these rare moments. The moon who’s light had been dimmed. To her, he was the sun that would eventually, light her up in every way. Only she hadn’t accepted it yet. She hadn’t yet accepted the light slowly growing inside her chest, but it wouldn’t be long until she did.

“If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.”

A/N: I don’t even know how to start this note lol. It has been too long since I posted chapter 1 and I apologize greatly for not posting this sooner. I had the worst writer’s block! I would like to thank my lovely secret admirer Vernon anon for giving me that little spark of inspiration that I needed. A huge, enormous thank you to my @kaviea ! You are the best! This would be nothing without your help. Thank you! Once again, forgive me for not posting sooner, so here’s basically a double chapter for y’all. I hope you enjoy!


By the time she got up to her apartment the morning light had already crept into her living room. The light shone through her window, making her realize she’d forgotten to pull down her blinds.

She kicked off her boots and hung her coat by the door, making her way into the bathroom. A warm shower was exactly what she needed right now.

Her makeup needed to be washed off first. Applying makeup was something she’d do every weekend, and sometimes she really hated the trouble that went with it. She mostly hated having to look into the mirror in order to remove it and seeing a bleary-eyed reflection of herself. She was tired of washing off the same unyielding eyeshadow and mascara over and over again. Although taking the makeup off was a pain, it wasn’t as hard as applying it, and it was worth it, as the makeup did make her feel prettier. But it was still something that she’d rather not do routinely.

Eventually, she got out of the shower, put on her PJs and walked over to the window to roll down her blinds. Taking a look outside, she saw Vernon. He still sat at the bus stop, wearing his red cap and rubbing his bare hands together frantically.

She opened the window and called out to him, “Hey! What are you still doing there? The bus should’ve come and gone a while ago.”

He looked around, shrugged and was about to reply when she noticed how he was shivering. Decided, she beckoned a couple of times for him to get up and told him to make his way across the road.

“Apartment 3A.”

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‘October 2-3, 1917 – This was the most violent bombardment we had so far. With the help of a full moon, the enemy flew back and forth over the main street, throwing bombs into the cantonments of the troops. All the cars were called. We rushed to pick up the wounded to transport them to the hospitals; some of us did not even take time to dress! – We worked for several hours under fire. The bombardment was so serious that the village was evacuated of all the automobiles and artillery sections, and  the sanitaires alone were left’

American ambulance driver’s diary in Ancemont, near Verdun - History of the American Field Service in France - Image:  The Hurry Call - Harry Townsend - The Smithsonian Institution

Stay Alive for Me (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader) Part 8

Originally posted by thedivorcecrockpot

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Teenaged!Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: Lin finds a teenage girl unconscious at his doorstep and decides to nurse her back to health. As her stay is extended, Lin finds himself attached to the troubled teen that captured his heart.

Words: 2600+

Warnings: Stalking, Break-In, & Kidnapping

Masterlist

/ Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six 
/ Part Seven / Part Nine /

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Sunday (Three Week Later) ~

You had to turn off your phone.  

It’s been three weeks since your date with Scott and his way-too-early marriage proposal. Since then, he’s been sending you emails like usual, but they were more intense poems and him just straight out explaining how much he loved you and what your future was going to be like with him. He wanted two children, a condo in Florida, and you could be a stay-at-home mom while we worked. You were flattered but also creeped out by these emails. You deleted the creepy ones and saved the normal poems. You assumed that maybe Scott was very antisocial and didn’t know how to properly date someone.  

Then, the phone calls started.

At first, they were only during the day, one or two at a time. You’d answer and the only answer would be heavy breathing before the caller would hang up. You were creeped out and a little scared but nothing too terrifying. Slowly, the calls got more often, resulting in you getting about four a day and instead of heavy breathing, it was Scott’s voice, singing all your favorite songs for about a minute and then stopping, hanging up. You were confused and a little creeped out. How did Scott get your number? Did Ally give him it? You had called Ally and asked, her answer making your blood run cold.

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Just Like That

anon prompt (combined 2): amelia, maggie and meredith are on their way to work when they get in a car accident / amelia gets attacked late at night, meredith and maggie find her

thank you so much @yupimbrilliant and @goodmaninahurricane for helping me out!

trigger warning: brief descriptions of rape

“How far are we?” Maggie asked as she began to apply her lipstick in the mirror. Meredith glanced down at her phone that showed the directions. “40 minutes. We won’t be late to the conference, Maggie. It starts at 8,” she smiled, knowing her sister gets worried easily. “I know, I just hate having to drive up this mountain. It’s so dangerous. Plus, it’s pitch black outside,” Maggie replied. “We’ll be fine,” Meredith said.

“Can you grab my purse from behind your seat, please?” Maggie asked, facing Amelia who was in the back. Amelia nodded as she took off her seatbelt and turned around, grabbing Maggie’s purse from the cargo area.

When Amelia faced back to the front, her eyes were greeted with the beaming headlights of a pickup truck.

“Meredith!” Amelia screamed as the truck collided with them.

Just like that, everything went black.

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Snowflakes || Woozi;Jihoon ||

Soulmate! AU Series 

Pairing: Jihoon (Woozi) x Reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Genre(s): Fluff, Mentions of Sex, Slight Angst

A/N: this took me a while to write, due to my somewhat lack of motivation. I’m not too happy with how it has turned out but regardless, I think it’s cute. I hope you guys think it is as well.  

The first time they met was both a random and awkward occurrence.

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