My best movies ever:

1. Chatroom
2. Prozac Nation
3. Trainspotting
4. SLC Punk
5. Requiem for a dream
6. Third person
7. Girl, interrupted
8. Wir Kinder vom Bahnhof Zoo
9. Mr. Nobody
10. Nowhere boy
11. Breakfast at Tiffany’s
12. Reality bites
13. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
14. Buffalo 66
15. Sid & Nancy
16. The silence of the lambs

EDIT: 17. On the edge of innocence
Imagine being a wolven skin changer and always protective of Legolas

A/N - Well I started this in 2nd person then decided I couldn’t really get it to work in second person so made it Third person! (Sorry if you don’t like third person, it was just so much easier). Anyhow, this is the first part. I don’t know if I’m going to upload the second part because I kept arguing with the last few paragraphs and It just would not work for me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and constructive criticism is always welcome! 

Words: 1,323
Paring: Legolas x Reader
Part two

Legolas had no idea who the wolf was that continually saved his life. He was fifteen when he first met the wolf. The spiders that haunted Mirkwood caught him off guard. The white wolf appeared out of nowhere and disposed of them almost immediately then, with a huff in greeting, it disappeared into the woods.  His father thought he was crazy and waved him off with a chuckle.
Tauriel theorised that it was his mother; that his mother had been reborn as an abnormally large white wolf to protect him.
Legolas didn’t believe in those superstitions though.
 Instead, he chose to believe he was gifted when it comes to wild creatures. However, his theories were diminished when his horse kicked him in the face a few months later.

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For months she had scrambled through her playlist to put together the perfect mixtape. Countless hours of exploring and searching for the songs that could move his heart the way he touched hers. She had carefully listened to each melody, and chose the songs that she had hoped he would adore as much as she did. Placing each song in a particular order, she made sure the transition was smooth from one song to another. Because to her, if she could show him the way he made her heart beat… Perhaps he, too, could feel the love she had for him. After all, he was the one who made her heart sing.
—  What it’s like to love someone
Imagine being a wolven skin changer and always protective of Legolas (Part 2)

A/N - Well I ended up not changing anything because the lovely missbeccalaura read through it for me while I made cupcakes! I’m so glad so many of you liked the first part :)! I hope you like this one too! 

Words: 1,547
Pairing: Legolas x Reader
Part one can be read here!

He missed her. He never admitted it but he missed that little wolf saving his ass. He’d only spent half a day with her (and most of that was carrying bodies around) but he missed her.
Elves often knew when they had found their mate. His father knew it was his mother within seconds of meeting her.
 For a while, Legolas assumed it to be Tauriel but when Y/N bounded back into his life there was no mistake.
The over-protective skin changer was his soul-mate and the ache in his heart grew as each day passed.
However, it had been over sixty years since he last saw her and he didn’t know how long skin changers lived.
She could be dead for all he knew (although he hoped not).
“Legolas,” Aragorn shouted for the fifteenth time trying to catch his friend’s attention.
“Don’t worry about him laddie. He’s too busy dreaming about his imaginary wolf girlfriend,” Gimli remarked, altering his axe on the back of the horse they borrowed from Èomer.
“Well, it will get him killed,” Gandalf the White snapped.
The three horses stood mere miles from Edoras, where Théoden resided.  
“Edoras and the golden hall of Meduseld. There dwells Théoden, King of Rhoan, whose mind is overthrown. Saruman’s hold over King Théoden is now very strong,”  Gandalf whispered to his companions.
“What does that mean?” Gimli asked.
“It means we have to behave,” Aragorn shouted from the other side of Gandalf.
“Especially you Legolas,” Gandalf spoke to him. Legolas nodded, confusion overtaking his features.

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Writing in the first person is HARD. Most of a person’s thoughts have absolutely nothing to do with what’s directly in front of them, so using them to carry your plot forward is incredibly ineffective. The best thing a first person narrator can do is obscure your plot as an unreliable narrator.

Need a good example of first person narration? Pick up The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro.

I Missed You | Dylan O’Brien Smut

(A/N): So I got three requests that were about the same so I combined them together. I’m so sorry this took so long to post!(Rude Anon here you go smh) Enjoy!

Request 1: Hey baby. A smut where is very lovely.. Maybe Dyl got back from being away for shooting and he got back and he missed y/n so much and we do sex and he always say something like “I miss you so much. I love you, love, love you” and is all flufyy 😚😘😙

Request 2: Maybe a smut where is no ‘fucking’ but 'making love’ (sounds clichê i know .. But I would REALLY appreciate that)

Request 3: long fluffy dyl smut? and maybe add a lot of nicknames like babygirl?

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: Very fluffy smut, oral(male on female), unsafe sex, and swearing (?)

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien X (Reader)

(Y/N) = Your Name

**I edited this GIF so give credit if you use it, or I’ll hunt you down ;)**

You silently waited for your boyfriend, Dylan, to get home while sitting on the couch as you watched t.v. trying to occupy yourself. It’s been four months since Dylan’s been gone and he was finally coming home. You haven’t been this excited in forever, and the thought of you finally seeing your boyfriend again made your heart flutter and beat faster.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the front door open, then close. "Babe, I’m home!“ Dylan announced and you quickly stood up from the couch, making your way towards the front door. Dylan finished taking his hoodie off along with his shoes and looked up at you, a bright grin tugging the corners of his lips.

Before Dylan could even say a simple 'Hello’ you immediately crash your lips onto his, cupping both his cheeks. Dylan immediately kissed back, letting out a relaxed sigh into the kiss as your lips moved in sync. Dylan wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you deeper. Dylan then leaned down, picking you up by your thighs so you could wrap your legs around his waist.

Once you did, Dylan helped keep you up by securing his hands under your butt. Your lips moved in sync with his as he carried you to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you two. Dylan then tossed you onto the bed while still hovering over you as your hands tugged at his shirt, and he disconnected his lips and brought them to your neck.

Pulling Dylan’s shirt over his head, you tossed it onto the floor and Dylan immediately went back to peppering your neck with soft, wet kisses. Dylan then brought his lips back to yours, softly connecting them.

"I missed you so much, (Y/N).” Dylan breathed as he kissed down your chin, and down your jawline. You bit down your lower lip, “You have no idea.” You whispered, grinding your hips upwards against Dylan’s already hardened bulge, earning a pleased groan from Dylan’s lips. Dylan re-connected your lips as he slowly slid his hand underneath your shirt, softly groping your clothed breast.

Dylan pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it where his shirt was. Dylan kept his lips connected with yours as he slowly sat you up, snaking his arms behind your back to un-hook your bra. Once it was unclasped, Dylan helped you take it off and toss it on the floor.

Laying you back down, Dylan’s lips went straight to your left nipple, sucking and nibbling on it making you tilt your head back, a moan escaping your throat. Dylan swirled his tongue around your nipple, then moving to your other one while giving the other one he had just abandoned the same amount of attention with his fingers.

Running a hand through Dylan's hair and pushing his head closer to your breast, you tugged at the ends making a soft grunt emerge from his lips, making a wave of vibrations run through your body. Dylan released your nipple from his lips and started kissing up your collar bone, sucking on the soft skin.

You felt your core becoming more soaked by the second, you needed him to touch you. You let out a muffled moan through your pursed lips as your squirmed from underneath him, and he got the point. Dylan hooked his fingers inside your pants, pulling them down along with your panties, tossing them on the floor.

Dylan looked down at your soaking slit, licking his lips in anticipation. You bit down your lower lip as Dylan leaned down, hooking his arms under your thighs and pulling them closer so his lips were inches away from your clit. You felt Dylan’s soothing breath on your clit as he blew cold air onto it, sending vibrations through your body.

You then felt Dylan’s lips pepper the inside of your thigh with kisses, sucking on it harshly but gently. Dylan then moved his lips to your other thigh, and you saw about three light crimson hickeys. Dylan kissed up your thigh, making his way to your clit as his tongue swept up between your folds, parting the lips making a soft moan escape your throat.

You were so delicate, considering you haven’t done this with him in a long time. His tongue started swirling around your clit going clockwise then counterclockwise making your hands fly to his hair, pushing him closer to your clit. Dylan started lapping at your juices, enjoying the taste.

“You taste so good, babe.” Dylan moaned between your thighs, making you shiver. Dylan’s head fit perfectly between your thighs, the way he made you feel while doing so. You moaned in response, softly tugging the tips of his hair as you felt his tongue delving in, making you buck your hips closer to his mouth.  

Dylan continued to lap and suck on your bundle of nerves as you shuddered from underneath him, laying your head back onto the pillow as you continued to moan. You ran your hand through Dylan’s soft brown locks, placing your hand on the back of his head to keep his steady. You then left Dylan’s cold, slim fingers part your lips as his tongue continued to work on your clit. Dylan slowly slid a finger inside your soaking entrance, making you sigh in pleasure.

Dylan added another digit and started to slowly pump them as he continued to lap at your clit. You moaned in pleasure, feeling Stiles’ fingers curl and hit your g-spot perfectly. You could tell just by the eye contact that Dylan was smirking, he loved the noises you made when he pleasured you, it reminded him how well he’s doing. And damn did he miss it…

You moaned Dylan’s name as he started pounding his digits into your entrance, curling them to help throw you over the edge. You clenched around his fingers, letting out a loud moan as you released onto his mouth. Dylan flicked his tongue, collecting all your juices making sure to clean up the mess he made. Dylan then sat up, sucking his fingers clean and licking your juices off his lips, then wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “Delicious.” Dylan purred as you laid there panting.

You bit down your lower lip, tugging at Dylan’s belt on his jeans and taking it off. When Dylan took his jeans off, he tossed them on the floor along with the rest of the clothes. Looking into Dylan’s eyes, you teasingly slipped your hand into his boxers, grabbing Dylan’s throbbing length and pulling it out of his boxers. Dylan took off his boxers as you slowly pumped his length, earning a few muffled moans from Dylan’s lips since his lips were pursed together, his eyes fluttered shut.

You pumped Dylan’s length right in front of your entrance, then Dylan grabbed hold of his length and slowly pushed in. You both moaned in pleasure as your walls hugged firmly around Dylan’s length.

“You’re so tight, babygirl.” Dylan purred into your ear, nibbling your earlobe making you moan in response. Your mouth hung slightly agape as you adjusted to Dylan’s length, considering you haven’t had sex in a while and it almost feels like it was the first time all over again.

Once you had fully adjusted to his length, you gave him a nod of reassurance. Dylan started to slowly rocking his hips against yours in a slow thrust, furrowing his brows in concentration and biting down his lower lip. You started grinding yourself up onto him, connecting your lips with his.

Dylan started to slowly quicken his pace, your hips snapping together and you moaned against his lips, arching your back so your chest was against his. Dylan groaned in pleasure, wrapping an arm under your back and pulling you closer against him as he started thrusting into you at a much faster pace, keeping his arm under your back to keep you steady.

Dylan then rolled over so you were straddling his lap and he was under you, his hands softly grasping your hips. A moan escaped your throat from the new position and you slowly started grinding down onto him, making a moan fall from his lips. You then started rocking your hips back-and-fourth at a quick pace, making Dylan screw his eyes shut and bite down his lower lip.

You then clenched around Dylan’s length as he moaned your name over and over again, feeling your peak coming closer. Dylan softly grabbed your hips as he started to thrust up into you, making a loud moan emerge from your lips as you arched your back, tilting your head back. Dylan looked down to where your bodies met, and he felt as if he could cum by the view.

“F-Fuck, Dylan..” You moaned in a whisper, your mouth slightly agape as you clenched around his length once again. Dylan groaned in response, “Do that again, babygirl.” Dylan moaned, continuing to thrust up into you. You clenched your muscles again, feeling Dylan’s length twitch inside of you as he came undone, moaning your name. 

That’s all you needed for you to reach your peak. You let out a loud strong of moans as you continued to grind against Dylan, releasing onto his cock. Your orgasm crashed into you as your vision blurred and you felt yourself dissolving into pleasure. Dylan helped your ride out your orgasm, slowly grinding upwards. Dylan wrapped a hand on the back of your neck, softly pulling you down to smash his lips onto yours.

You let out a relaxed sigh, Dylan’s soft lips moving in sync with yours as you felt your high disappear. You slowly pulled his length out, rolling over to his side as the two of you continued panting. Dylan rolled to the side to face you, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips and you returned the kiss, placing your forehead against his.

“I love you, Dylan. You know that." You breathed gently, making Dylan nod and place his lips onto yours again. "I love you too, (Y/N)." Dylan whispered, and you rolled over to the side so Dylan could wrap an arm around your waist so you spooned. Dylan was always the big spoon, and sometimes he was the little spoon but he prefers big spoon so he can hold you.

"So much.” Dylan whispered, placing one last kiss on your neck before you drifted to sleep.

(A/N: Oh my god, so many Dylan feels!! Thank you sm for reading, I’m sorry it took so long to post - Adriannah)


Also know as Imagine travelling with the Company, and Legolas stalking you because he likes you. 

A/N - First of all, I’m sorry its a day late. Well two days late. I finished it last night and was too tired to check through it so I did it this morning on the way to Manchester. I appear to be obsessing over Legolas at the moment (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing). Yes, its in third person again I just couldn’t get second person view to co-operate with me! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it :) Constructive criticism welcome. 

Words - 1,866
Paring - Legolas Greenleaf x Reader 

Legolas knew there was something special about the human when he first saw her. For one, she was fighting amongst dwarves, which was almost unheard of. Secondly, she was beautifully feisty especially when she was defending her friends. Thirdly, she saved his behind from one of the monstrous spiders of Mirkwood. That was the reason he often found himself volunteering to guard the prisoners, much to his father’s dismay. He even found himself giving her more food than her fellow captives.
Even then, the odd little human didn’t pay any attention to him. Sure, she smiled in thanks when he gave her food but other than that she didn’t seem to know he existed.
It was insulting really. A prince shouldn’t have to bend over backwards to be noticed by a mere mortal.

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Humanity Over Heaven (Castiel x Reader)

A/N: This idea came to me after a friend of mine wore a tie to school. And guess who has a tie? That’s right– everyone’s favorite baby angel. First time writing smut. This is basically just a really long one-shot(?). Lol ignore grammatical mistakes because it’s 2:30 AM. I’ll tag a few blogs I follow down at the bottom– they might be interested in this? 

Summary: When the reader is injured on a hunt, an MIA Castiel returns to save her life. 

Warnings: injury, gore, blood, broken bones, fluffy fluff, smutty smut. (If there’s anything else that should be tagged, let me know. I’m new at this.)

Words: 5141 (I know it’s kinda long. Sorry… ) 

Pain. Pain– excruciating pain. That was what [y/n] registered as the Impala bumped hastily down the road. Dean himself grunted in discomfort as the car shifted and jerked with each pothole, swung around each curve. More often than not, he was wiping the blood out of his eyes; the case had been long, exhausting, and when it came to the fist-a-cuff, it turned down-right ugly. No matter how many times a Hunter repeated the same steps for the same monster, there was always a different element to each case, a new and higher risk, a strange twist that had been absent from the case previous. This case, a nasty horde of demons on the outskirts of a drug town in the Northeast, had been especially taxing on the all three of the Hunters assembled.

Dean Winchester had broken all the fingers in his left hand– one finger curved downward so sharply that the bones prodded at the underside of his skin. The cut running from his brow to his temple had coated the entire side of his face in dark crimson and the tumble through the window had left him with glass splinters prickling out of his left forearm. Sam had managed to scrape away with the least of their injuries, only sustaining a broken nose, busted lip and, perhaps, a sprained ankle. [Y/n] had taken the more grievous of injuries, by far, and she sprawled across the back bench of the Impala, slicking the leather in blood and sweat, bile and tears. Her right femur poked nauseatingly through the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh, her ribs burned with each breath, with the telltale signs of broken bones, and a few of her teeth were missing. The blood running down her throat only furthered the sickness churning in her– now empty– belly. She hadn’t known how she’d come across the situation in which she could sustain such serious injuries, not really. She only remembered the moments when they happened. Remembered them with an agonizing clarity.

She could recall the moment the demon’s foot came down on her thigh, she could hear the echoing snap of her bone in her own ears, she could feel the scream as it rattled out of her lungs and tore through her throat like acid. She could hear the crunch of her ribs as the top of his boot slammed into her, over and over, and he insisted she be quiet: the Winchesters were coming– wouldn’t want to hear her scream. After that, after the demon smashed her face against the floor, she didn’t remember much else with any sort of  definite clarity. Only bits and pieces. Incantations, holy water, gun shots and growls and curses and exclamations. She remembered Sam skimming his hands over her, the soft “Oh, God,” as his fingers brushed the sharp length of bone that had ripped through her skin and jeans. She remembered Dean mentioning Castiel, the Bunker, a hospital. She remembered making them swear not to take her there. Cas would heal her. She would be okay. And then, as if she had drifted off to sleep– and perhaps she had, she did not know– she could not remember anything else. Nothing else except for awaking, staring at the ceiling of the Impala, hissing as a bump made her jolt and slam back down again.

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She never really knew him, but she missed him.

She missed thinking about the things that she thought she knew about him, and the ones she didn’t know at all.

She missed the warmth she felt when he wanted to know about her day, and when he wanted to tell her about his day.

She missed the sincerity behind his voice when he spoke about his passions and aspirations in life. He was never hesitant with talking about what he loved.

She missed the idea of him; novel and intriguing, warm and endearing, like traveling to a different country, or watching a flower fully bloom.

Yet what she missed the most is the lingering promise of all that they could have been.

How at any moment they could have gathered their thoughts and collide them into almost one, but now she’s left with the pieces that are buried deep beneath her soul.

But she figured that she didn’t miss him anymore,
She was missing an idea.

—  What it’s like to miss an idea

There is this guy on the bus who calls himself Jeff. Jeff narrates the entire bus ride in third person. Today was the only day I have been on the bus with Jeff where someone has told him to shut up. Jeff sighed and then said “Jeff dramatically looks out of the window while sighing. Jeff just couldn’t understand why people had to be so rude.” The person who told him to shut up now looks like he is going to cry out of frustration.

“I don’t think it hurts that they left,” she shrugs. Her friend is puzzled, “What do you mean?”

She continues, “I think what hurts is that your absence didn’t matter to them… that you didn’t mean as much to someone as you thought.”