places you never knew

Skyline {VI}

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

Warnings: Language, blood mention, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: Oh my god you guys!!  I have so much to discuss but first and foremost I want to thank all of you for making this story into what it is.  I started this story two weeks ago and in those two weeks I’ve gained almost 2000 followers and have had success that I never even dreamed of.  Thank you so much for all that you’ve done for me, for this story, and hopefully for stories I write in the future!!! Skyline wouldn’t be what it is today without you guys.  Secondly, there will be a pt. 7!!!  I know I keep saying this, but I really did mean for this to be the last part.  It’s just that there are so many things I want to include and plot points I want to flesh out, and although I feel bad for writing angst chapter after angst chapter, I want to give you guys my all and I don’t want to short change you.  Finally, I would like to thank my friends Zoe and Jen for helping me brainstorm ideas and helping finalize details and plot points.  I love you guys so so much!!  Also, everyone, again, I DO NOT HAVE A TAGS LIST!!! I put this at the beginning of every chapter, it’s in my bio, and I’ve made multiple posts but people keep spamming me about it.  I am truly not trying to be mean, but I do my best to respond to every ask and message I get, and having to sort through a million people asking the same question is hard guys!!!.  Before, I go, one last thing: because everyone has sent me in songs that they listen to that remind them of Skyline, I compiled them into a playlist along with ones I listen to!!  Please give it a listen and try to listen in order, as the songs follow the storyline.  Link is below.  Enjoy everyone!!

skyline: a mixtape

{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v} 

Waking up the next morning was hard.  Sleep was like temporary amnesia, and when you awoke alone in bed, your hand automatically reached out for the note that Spider-Man always left before he disappeared every night.  Instead of feeling the usual smooth sheet of paper, however, you felt empty sheets that seemed colder than ever before.  It was then that the events of the previous night tumbled into your head, from your request to know Spider-Man’s identity, to him saying I love you for the first time, to you giving him up.

You groaned and rubbed your hand across your face, fatigue taking over.  More than anything, you wanted to fake an illness, stay in bed all day, and wallow in your thoughts, but you knew you had to get up. Although the breakup hurt you (did it count as a breakup if you were never really together in the first place?), you knew you made the right choice.  There was no way a relationship with a superhero would work out if the significant other didn’t know who they were; if you were to fall in love, you would need to be able to fall completely.

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He loved you like a small child loves candy; with greedy hands and mischievous eyes. And you loved him back. You loved him like you were dying and every goodbye was the last. You loved, all open mouths and open ribs because that was the only way you knew how, and there were no walls to be knocked down because you never knew to build them in the first place.

But now the walls are littered with his graffiti. Beautiful greens and pinks and neon yellow. Him him him. All over your ribs and all over your smashed to smithereens heart that feels like it has seen the world.

So here we go with tears and sobs and hugging pillows, wishing they were his arms. Here we go with the swearing you’ll never fall in love again and that he took the best of you before he left. Here we go with a roller coaster ride no one prepared you for, that you never asked to get on. Darling, here we go with the mess he left behind.

—  S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #89 -He’ll teach you how to build walls and it’ll feel like hell but darling brick by painstaking brick your ribs will heal.
after all the hurt, no matter how much or how long has it been, it is still you i want to come home to
—  r.m.d
Mine (Jungkook x Reader)

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Hello! Could I request a Jungkook smut where he gives you a very rough spanking becuase you obliviously made him jealous. Like it wasn’t on purpose, it was because you are way too innocent and didn’t realize you made him jealous. Please, if you are unconfortable, just let me know and I’ll change my request

-AND-

Hai!! Could you do a smut with jungkook where he gets jealous of the other members being around/comfortable with you XD make em super possessive during the nasty, love😩💕

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: spanking, language?, sex (obviously lmao)

Word Count: 3809

Authors Note: Woahh, so this is the first smut I’ve written holy moly (ravioli ravioli give me the formuoli lmao) so I hope this was good enough! I kinda made it CEO!Jungkook, because I drew inspiration from the gif (I could stare at it for days oml halp), and I also combined two asks I got for Jungkook since they were similar. I hope I did my bias justice and wrote a good smut for him lol. Enjoy, as always, and feedback is appreciated! If there are any errors please let me know! Happy reading ^^

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BTS reacting to their S/O giving back their favorite Sweatshirt.

Summary: How BTS would react to their someone giving back their favorite Sweatshirt of theirs because it doesn’t smell of them anymore.


Kim Namjoon:
You pressed his oversized sweatshirt into his hands the minute you walked into the apartment, leaving him puzzled for a minute. 
What is this?” he asked before realizing that it’s the sweatshirt that has gone missing a few months ago. 

It doesn’t smell like you anymore.” you answered without looking at him, already looking for another shirt to wear. He raised his eyebrow at your answer and shake his head in disbelief. 
But I never knew you had this in the first place…?”

Kim Seokjin:
You stayed over at your boyfriend’s house for the night and when you asked him to get something from your bag, he noticed a familiar looking sweatshirt peaking out from underneath your other clothes and pulled it out, his eyes widening in disbelief. “When did you even take this?” He asked as he came back into the bathroom and looked at you through the mirror in confusion. 

A while ago. It didn’t smell like you anymore so I decided to give it back.”
He silently chuckled at your answer before turning around and leaving you to yourself while mumbling, 
I wonder if she has that hair brush too that I’ve been missing.” 

Min Yoongi:
He sighed annoyed when you pulled out his favorite sweatshirt from your bag and gave it back to him, smiling innocently. He grabbed it from your hands and shook his head at your behavior, trying to hide the smile that’s tugging on his lips as he gently beat you with the sweatshirt. After he calmed himself, he chuckled and pointed at his wardrobe.

Go pick another one. I’ll wear this one so it smells like me again.”

Jung Hoseok:
He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix when the door to his apartment suddenly flung open and a familiar figure ran past, giggling under their breath. Hoseok got up from his seat and investigated it further, leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom and watched you eagerly go through his wardrobe. 

Did the sweatshirt I gave you stop smelling like me?” He asked, smirking at you knowingly. You slowly turned around to him and nod slightly, throwing the sweatshirt over to him. 

Park Jimin:
When he opened the door and saw you hugging his long lost sweater tightly, pouting as you try to not make eye contact with your boyfriend, he instantly giggled at the scene in front of him and sighed in frustration, already giving up before even trying to argue with you about the point. He took it from you and his gaze met yours.

Do you want to choose another one?” He asked and you nod in excitment, dissapearing into his wardrobe.

Kim Taehyung: 
He pretended to be surprised when you handed him the sweatshirt you told him went missing a couple months ago and just took it back from you, his eyebrows raised in shock. When he noticed you biting down on your lower lip to remain a straight face, he gently hit you with it and sighed.  

“It’s not like you basically already own my clothes anyways.”

Jeon Jungkook:
Jungkook was standing shirtless in front of his wardrobe, looking for his favorite black shirt.
Who’s wearing my clothes again?”, he yelled for the members to hear. They all promised him they had nothing to do with the dissapperance of his shirt.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He opened it half naked to let you in. Confused, you asked him why he was acting the way he did. In frustration he let out a groan and told you about the mysterious loss of his shirt. With a grin, you opened your backbag and pulled out a black shirt that looked exactly like his.

“It doesn’t smell like you anymore so I figured I’d give it back.”, You answered, flashing him a smile before walked towards his wardrobe to pick another one to take home.


~Love, Youngmi~

HAPPIER

HAPPIER | PETER PARKER X READER

based off of an Ed Sheeran’s song, Happier

Feel free to listen to it while reading to amp up you emotion level.

(A/N); Look who manage to put out a story again!!! For the first time, I’ve written a song inspired one-shot, so forgive me if it’s not so good. I’m not super proud of some parts in here, you’ll understand why. I did have to change up a little part of the song to fit the story better, you’ll see it when you reach it. Hope you enjoy! (Also, hmu if ya wanna be tagged in my future posts)

Warnings; a single swear word (I think), and a huge amount of angst

Word Count; 2964


‘Don’t do this—’

‘I’m doing this for you.’

You shook you head, tears rolling down your eyes. 

‘No, Peter. You’re doing this for you.’


Peter had to break up with you. By having you involve in his Spider-Man life—it’s too dangerous. Too dangerous for yourself and everyone around you. He didn’t want to risk hurting you in any possible way.

But, in the end, this did hurt you.

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s u r  r e n d e r | jjk | 1

“If I could turn back the time and make things different from the way it is now, would you be still here with me? Would it change everything?”

✧pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader
✧genre: angst + touch of smut 
✧summary: the first time you had a conversation with jeon jungkook you were 15.  the first time you heard him calling you by your name you were 16.  the first time you realize you were in love with him you were 17. the first time you saw him crying you were 18 - because he wasn’t the golden boy, never been. indeed, he was in pain.
✧warnings: abusing relationship, alcohol, depression, violence, quick changes in behavior, cursing, blood, cheating, smoking, lots of angst (for the whole series) just dark themes
✧keep in mind: english is not my first language. I can, and I’ll make mistakes, but I’m trying my best! Feel free to correct me.
✧wordcount: 8.2k

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 -  Playlist:  highly recommended while reading.

I. The Analepsis;

You met Jeon Jungkook when you were 15.

He was the boy with the biggest amount of friends in high school. He was the boy who spent his entire lunch break on the basketball field. He was the boy who you would always glance at when he was near his locker, looking like an angel sent from above whilst doing nothing in particular. He was the boy that never went to detention because he was ‘the golden one’. He was the boy with a good voice, a boy that always sang to girls to get him out of trouble – sometimes even to teachers.

He was the boy with the loudest laugh, the prettiest one. He was the boy that made you silently laugh in your seat when he did something silly, forced you to laugh quietly because you never wanted him to see you like that.  He was the boy all of the girls wanted, though he ended up with no one other than his one night stands. He was the boy that never done relationships, and you always thought that that was because he thought nobody was good enough for him - but the worst part of it was that you thought that too.

But he was also the boy who you never saw him cry, until that night. The milestone of your life.

The first time you saw Jeon Jungkook cry, you were 18.

It made you realize that you never knew him in the first place. You had never imagined the brown haired boy crying like a five-year-old in your arms. Never in your life had you imagined that the boy with the deep brown eyes - the eyes you realized had to bear everything once you saw them before they burst into tears.

It happened the night high school ended.

You had to attend the ceremony, not that you wanted to, but your parents insisted. They said that it was too important for your future to miss and that if you didn’t attend you’d be sorry. Sorry by the time you grew up into that beautiful and strong woman with a stable job that missed her high school years. You laughed it off. The only thing you were going to miss about this filthy place was, sadly, him.

Him - of all the people.

Him - without him being aware of your feelings for all of these years.

Him - without you knowing the real Jeon Jungkook.

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thinking about soo won and yona’s encounters so far, it’s obvious that his perspective on her went through change and development but what about her perspective on him? It actually went through so much more. her image of him was totally destroyed at the very beginning of the story. what followed was her establishing a new view.
so yes It’s not that she couldn’t hate him. there was a time she definitely did.

he is now her enemy who killed her father and wants her dead. so why then didn’t he kill her when he could?

at the time she couldn’t find the answer. she was confused she decided to dismiss him completely from her mind.

that was the time she simply couldn’t understand him and wasn’t ready to try. 

it’s like he was a new person. she was wary and assessing. she obviously concluded at least that he wasn’t as innocent as he tried to appear, that he was always acting according to a plan. that and ah, she decided he didn’t really care about her beyond letting her live. 

so she certainly didn’t expect him to protect her with his life.
he, who she realized that his responsibility as a king was the only thing that mattered to him, who she knew now thought about every step he took, why would he jump without hesitation to her defense? 

could it be that she needn’t to establish a new view, could it be that “the soo won you knew never existed in the the first place” was a lie and what she believed about him for her whole life wasn’t completely wrong?

yes it must be.

what she saw all those years was true but it wasn’t everything. and now that she’s ready to understand him, she tries to see more.

because although they knew each other for almost their entire life, only now they begin to really see the other side and grasp the full picture. they just about began to actually understand each other. 

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. 

You stare at the closed door in front of you and take a deep breath for the third time tonight. You’re standing outside your boyfriend’s apartment, like you’ve done a thousand times before. It’s the same chipped and faded paint on the wood you’ve seen that has been etched into your memory, along with the same useless doorbell that never works- But it all feels different, because of what you’ve come here to do.

You are completely, totally, hopelessly in love with Daveed Diggs. He feels the same way about you, you know he does. He’s expressed it breathlessly between kisses, in dorky love letters, and in a song coupled with Lin’s awkward beatboxing in the background. And because the two of you are in love, you want to do what people who are in love do.

In the year that you’ve been dating he has mostly managed to keep his hands off of you. You never went much further than the occasional hasty make out session on the couch, but lately you’d been wanting more. You came to his apartment with the intention of finally, finally taking that next step with him. You are worried about one thing, though, since you are an absolutely clueless virgin. You’ve never done this before, but have always imagined how it would go… your first time being so intimate with another human being. Thinking it through from the last couple of days, you convinced yourself you had nothing to worry about. He’s always been so caring with you, and you’re not a child. You know how this works.

You finally knock on the door, smoothing out your dress and fixing your hair as you wait. You’ve chosen to wear something that you know makes you look irresistible-a short, sleeveless dress, lace tights, and your lucky heels, all in black. It should definitely do the trick.

Soft footsteps come closer, and the door opens to reveal your boyfriend, messy haired and as cute as ever.

“Hey, Y/N,” He beams at you, his brown eyes shining with joy from your surprise of just randomly showing at his door. He’s so cute that you nearly forget to respond.

“Hi, Dave. Mind if I come inside?” You smile back, trying to add an edge to your voice that you hope is anything near sexy.

“Not at all, sugar,” He ushers you inside and kisses your cheek as you brush past him. “What inspired this visit?” He hums against your neck, slipping his arms around your waist.

“Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see you. That’s all,” You reply coyly.

“Well, you’re always welcome here. I can never get enough of you,” He’s still smiling at you, although it’s more of a smirk now. Maybe he knows what you’re up to. Still in an almost-embrace, you drift into the living room and onto the couch.

“Do you want a drink? I could get us some beers,” Daveed asks.

“How about something a little more… sophisticated?” You suggest sinking your vision to his eyes, hoping that you’re still being subtle.

He must have caught on to your plan, because his eyebrows quirk up, like they always do when he’s in a playful mood. “Coming right up, doll,” he says and whisks to the kitchen and returns shortly with two blood-red glasses. When he gives you yours your hands touch and linger. It’s as if every time your skin has come into contact, from the kiss at the door to this quick moment, sparks have flown between the two of you. Even making eye contact with him over the rim of your glass has you feeling hot all over.

It doesn’t take long before both of your glasses are drained and you’re basically in his lap, toying with the buttons at the top of his shirt. You kick off your shoes so you can bring your feet up on the couch. Looking down at you, he pulls you closer to him, as if it were even possible. It’s still chaste and innocent. You’re only playing with each other’s hair, looking into each other’s eyes. His gaze keeps flicking down to your lips, which you had agonized over for some time, delicately painting on the perfect shade of red. Then his lips are on yours, soft at first and then building up to something dangerous and reckless. There’s teeth, there’s tongue, it’s filthy and you love it. Your lipstick is definitely ruined but you couldn’t care less.

He pushes you onto your back, suddenly harsh and commanding. He has total control over you, and you’re just helplessly needy, arching into his touch and chasing those wonderful feelings he’s giving you. There’s that sinful thing he does with his tongue, and the way he keeps grinding his hips where your dress has ridden up… It’s too much and not enough.

“Maybe we should… Mmf… Go to your room?” You ask as he stops his assault on your lips to nibble at your collarbone.

He simply nods, holding your hand on the way there and looking at you like he wants to devour you. He throws you onto the bed, making you squeak in surprise. “I want you, and I’m going to take you… I’ll make you mine, babydoll…” He murmurs and literally tears your tights off your legs. The amount of force he’s using begins to scare you.

Your dress is the next to go. Thankfully, he manages to keep it in one piece. Now you’re fully exposed, except for a thin lace bra which he makes quick work of. He’s straddling you at this point, and you can feel his erection straining in his skinny jeans. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” He growls as he takes in the expanse of your bare body. Even though it’s a compliment, it sounds almost predatory.

His clothes come off quickly. You want to take a second to let the fact sink in that you’re skin to skin with the love of your life, but he’s moving so fast you don’t have the time. It’s too frantic. Every touch is fleeting; every brush of your lips is too rushed.

“It’s been such a long time, sweetheart. You’re so gorgeous. I might have to skip the foreplay. I need to feel you, now,” He growls and pounces on you, and starts rutting his cock against your opening. It’s nice- but your eyes widen when you realize exactly how big he is. You were not expecting it to be so thick or so long, and you find yourself wondering how on Earth that is going to fit inside you. “Mmm… You’re going to feel me for days. You’ll be so wrecked when I’m through with you…” He’s pressing harder, sending prickles of pain throughout your body and your heart is racing. You want to back out, but it must be too late now. He’s starts to force it in you and it’s too much too soon- you cry out in pain.

“It’s okay, it will be better soon, it’s just been a while-” he begins to soothe you, his eyes closed and running his hands over your arms.

“No, no, no- I’m a virgin. I’m a virgin, Daveed.” You blurt out.

“You’re what?” He stops immediately, and pulls out to scoop you up in his arms.

“I’ve never had sex. I’m sorry… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” tears practically falling out as you admitted it. “I thought it would be fine, but you were being so rough, and you were bigger than I expected and…” You trail off, pressing your face into his bare shoulder.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He strokes your hair, kissing your forehead softly. “I’m so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that you’d done this before. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why didn’t you tell me? I would have made it better for you.”

“I don’t know.” You sigh. “I wanted everything to go smoothly.”

“That worked out really well.” He says sarcastically, trying to pull a joke. He must have noticed your worried expression because he adds, “I’m not mad at you, babe. Don’t worry. Just be honest with me in the future, okay?”

You nod meekly, and then smile at him, which he returns happily. Then he wraps you in another hug. “I didn’t say we had to stop. I only said we should go slower., You whisper, glancing at him and biting your lower lip.

“Will you be okay if I touch you?” he asks cautiously. He seems more afraid than you are, now. You find yourself unable to believe that he cares about you so much.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

He lets his hands run over you, in no rush. This time he worships you; he treats you like a queen. Daveed memorizes every dip and curve, delicately tracing every freckle and scar. It seems like an eternity before he reaches the place you need him to be. His fingers touch your clit hesitantly at first, but he moves faster as you let out whines and gasps of pleasure. “Do you like that, sugar?” he asks, smirking, obviously proud of the reactions he’s retrieving from you.

“Oh God, yes…” you cut yourself off with a moan when a finger enters you. It’s seconds before he finds the spot that has you begging for more and bucking into his hand. Then it’s joined by another, and you wince at the stretch but never stop the stream of noises and incoherent curses leaving your mouth.

“So wet… I think you’re ready, doll,” He retracts his fingers and guides you onto your back. He’s above you, now; knees braced on either side of you. You’re still shaking, but he’s still lending you soothing touches. Every time you look at him you find yourself reassured, somehow. It reminds you that all he wants tonight is to make you feel as special as he thinks you are. “I’ll be careful, I promise,” Daveed motions and kisses your forehead. Then he’s pushing in, as slow as he promised. He watches you carefully, ready to pull out at the first sign that you’re in pain. Your eyes are shut tight as you try to ignore the slight stretch. “Hey, look at me.” He tilts your chin up and you look at him. He’s absolutely bewitching like this, towering over you, beautiful eyes glinting and full of an intoxicating combination of adoration and lust. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say. He takes this as his cue to slide in fully, eliciting a pained whimper from you. Immediately he’s planting quick, sloppy kisses to your neck, mumbling apologies and promises about how good it’s going to feel. You’re not sure if you believe him until he starts to move. Somehow he’s managed to reach a place you never knew existed, and each time he rubs against it you’re overcome with such an intense want for him. You moan out loud, shamefully loud, and he grins against your skin. Heat spreads over you, radiating from every point where your body connects with his. He keeps making all these wonderful, lewd noises- groans and breathy “oh fuck”s and unintelligible praise. The unhurried roll of his hips is driving you mad with bliss, to the point where you’re almost delirious.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” He groans. You try to respond, but you’re so overwhelmed by aching need and the heavenly drag of his cock in an out of you that you can’t manage more than desperate panting. You’re trembling beneath him, consumed with unfamiliar feelings and a fire that keeps threatening to break loose in your body. Unfathomable ecstasy washes over you when he finds your clit again, rubbing it to the beat of his thrusts. “I want to see you become undone for me,” he purrs.

So you do. It’s everything you thought it would be- heaven, paradise, a high you know you could never get from any drug. Your release triggers his, and you watch his face contort in euphoria.

Still in a haze, you untangle yourselves. He pulls you close to him, your back against his chest. Both of you are sweaty and practically burning up from your previous activities, but you don’t mind at all. “That was… amazing. You’re amazing,” He mumbles into your hair.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You giggle, exhausted from your adventure.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” You turn to face him and he props himself up on an elbow.

“Of course I do. I love you, too,” you say, and you mean it. He smiles and pecks you on the lips.

“I am sorry about your underwear though…”

I Hate You {Part Three}

Originally posted by thiamraeken

Theo x Reader

Part One   Part Two


Avoiding Theo was impossible, despite your best efforts he seemed to be everywhere, either that or you noticed him more because you were avoiding him. It was early in the morning when you found yourself waiting in a stupidly long line for coffee with Theo in front of you.

He’d noticed you and stiffened, refusing to turn and look at you or even acknowledge you until he went to order his drink, he gave the barista a sleepy smile and she comped his drink which caused him to turn and look at you in utter confusion.

“Here you go.” She hummed her huge smile falling from her face when he thanked her and grabbed the paper cup, smudging her number from it as he sipped, slowly shuffling in the direction of class.

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Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

Other Chapters: 1 - 2  -  3  - 5 - 6 - 7

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→ ❝THE ELDER SCROLLS V: SKYRIM sentence starters❞

  • “Only cowards hunt animals. True game walks on two legs.”
  • “What is better — to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?”
  • “Eyes open. Walk with the shadows.” 
  • “I have done nothing to earn your distrust.” 
  • “Power is inert without action and choice.”
  • “I presume you’ve already seen some of what I’ve accomplished. There is so, so much more to be done.”
  • “Perhaps we should find a random stranger to murder. Practice does make perfect.” 
  • “Heard about you and your honeyed words.” 
  • “I fight because I must.” 
  • “Arrogance will serve you poorly.”
  • “You stink of death, my friend. I salute you.” 
  • “There is murder in the air. I can taste it.” 
  • “My favorite drinking buddy! Let’s get some mead.” 
  • “Do you need all your toes? I could really use a fresh toe for… never mind.” 
  • “Of course you can buy me a drink! You didn’t need to say a word, but I heard you loud and clear.”
  • “Prophecy tells what may be, not what should be.”
  • “You are in my power here.”
  • “Running a little light in the pockets, eh?” 
  • “My blade thirsts for your blood.”
  • “I once got set on fire by a sorcerer. Nasty business.”
  • “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Watch the magic!” 
  • “I trust that this is just the beginning of a long and mutually beneficial relationship.”
  • “You will push the world harder than it pushes back.”
  • “I know your kind, always sneaking about.”
  • “Perhaps you aren’t as powerful as you think.” 
  • “Fight well, don’t be a lout, and you’ll be fine.”
  • “Nice place. I never knew you were so wealthy.”
  • “You would shut out the darkness?!” 
  • “Look at that. Am I drunk? I must be drunk.”
  • “You’re not a threat… merely an annoyance.” 
  • “Everything mortal fades away in time, but the spirit remains.”
  • “You’re losing a lot of blood. Maybe you should sit down for a moment.”
  • “Get out of here before I toss you out.” 
  • “Good luck with your… um, murders.”
Mute Part 13

Part 12

Genre: Fluff
Words: 4,059 (oops)
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: The fluffiest smut you will ever read, blood
Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to do when traumatizing events result in your witty remarks dying down to nothing.


Before you knew what was happening, Bucky had pushed you to the ground, covering your body with his own. You could hear a rapid fire of gunshots going on around you, and you rushed to move forward to take cover. Bucky could surely feel you attempting to move from under him, so he let on his weight slightly, still covering you as you both ran behind the bar.

Screams and cries were echoing off the walls, urging you to hurry your actions further as you pulled a large knife out from one of the drawers.

“How many are there?” You looked up at Bucky as he tried to scope out the area. He turned to you at your words, eyeing the weapon in your hands.

“No, you’re staying here.”

Before you could retaliate, Bucky was over the counter, diving into battle and leaving you to scope out the enemy for yourself. Fine.

You noted the number of guards, their protective gear, and weapons, and watched them fight off the Avengers who were coming to the rescue. You took mental notes before nodding to yourself and sliding over the counter, landing right behind an enemy.

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You unlocked the gate to a place inside myself I never knew existed
I’d like to take you there

And I’d like to explore the furthest corners of your mind
To discover the things you never knew how to say

My hands
Selfishly want to touch every inch of who you are

To trace the veins in your arms
And feel the life I see in you

My everything, wants your everything

I’ll never remember the conversation with my friends-
About love and how they told me to run

But i’ll always remember the late night drives to your apartment

And when we got there how you’d hold me in comfortable silence

I can’t always remember what captivates you most

But I will kiss you again and again to remind myself.

—  Untitled #1 
…and I hope that one day you love someone the way that I loved you. Because the way that I loved you was no ordinary feeling. It taught me that no job, no grade, no holiday and no material object is half as important as the people you love and how you love them. I never knew you could make homes out of people until I found myself homesick whenever I spent time away from you. I’d never been afraid of loving someone until I spent hours lying beside you and your voice became my favourite sound. I never really liked music until I found you in the words of what then became my favourite songs. I always thought books exaggerated love stories, until it was only you and I that existed when you kissed me under the summer sky in Venice as the warm rain caught my (freshly washed!!) hair. I never cared much for poetry until you left and poems became the only places I found you. I never knew I loved writing so much until the only way to keep myself from falling to pieces without you was to pour those pieces of myself on to the pages of my diary. I never knew feeling a love so deeply was even possible, but I know now never to expect anything less. And I’m so glad you taught me what love is supposed to feel like. I just hope that one day you fall in love so much so that you learn too what I have learned from you.
—  an excerpt from a letter I wont send to him
The Green-Eyed Demon

Finally it is here. My Muse took the idea and ran with it turning it into this large piece of works. It is set in the same universe as Demon Gladdy Daddy and 666. I may write a few others in this au, so if you have suggestions or ideas let me know. Credit goes to @stunninglyignis for giving me the idea why the reader would try and sell her soul, and to @atlerion for supporting me and cheering me on.

Summary: Your sister is ill, and you have become so desperate that you have decided to try and sell your soul to a demon to cure her. Will a demon called Ignis help you cure her?

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Ignis Scientia / Fem!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Words: 6406

Warnings: Illness of a sibling, talk about selling your soul.

Tagging some who have liked my previous posts, and my usual darlings: @themissimmortal @angelic-guardienne @blindbae @louisvuittontrashbags @diabolik-trash-heap @dirtyffxvconfession @ffxvhoe @ridingchocobros @ponkita @supernaturalffxv @insomniacapples @mapleslushpup @majessteck @cupnoodle-queen @hypaalicious @mod-eg @sonsoflucis


The brick building looked unassuming, the door tucked away in a dark alleyway, and the only way you knew that it was the place you had to be was the curious symbol carved into the back wooden door. An all-seeing eye like symbol, in blood red…well you hoped it was paint. Seconds thoughts plagued your mind as you tucked on the hem of your black dress. Honestly, it had to be a joke, right? No way that across this door was a lounge where demons frequented. It must be some kind of tall tale your friend told you. How did they even knew in the first place? Never mind, you didn’t want to know why.

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WHAT IS A CLEMENTINE YOU ASK

WELL BUCKLE YOUR BOOTSTRAPS AND HOLD ON TO YOUR HANKERCHIEFS BECAUSE BOY DO I HAVE A WHOLE NEW WORLD TO SHOW YOU, A DAZZLING PLACE YOU NEVER KNEW

CLEMENTINES LOOK LIKE THIS

THEY ARE DELICIOUS, ROUGHLY-FIST-SIZED CITRUS FRUITS OF THE SOUTHERN TROPICAL PERSUASION

THESE LIL BEAUTIES ARE ACTUALLY HYBRIDS OF MANDARINS AND SWEET ORANGES, FIRST DISCOVERED BY FRENCH MISSIONARY CLÉMENT RODIER, WHO DECIDED TO SLAM SOME TREES TOGETHER IN THE YARD OF THE ORPHANAGE HE HUNG AROUND AND SEE WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED. YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED?

7-14 SWEET, MOSTLY SEEDLESS SEGMENTS HAPPENED, THATS WHAT. THESE THINGS ARE RIDICULOUSLY EASY TO PEEL, AND RELEASE SUCH A HUGE BURST OF AROMATIC OILS THAT MY MOTHER CAN TELL WHEN I’VE BEEN EATING THEM DOWNSTAIRS. IT’S LIKE FREE PERFUME AND DELICIOUS SNACK ALL IN ONE. 

AND OH SHIT, OH SHIT, DO NOT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW EASY IT IS TO PEEL THESE THINGS. I RIP THESE THINGS OPEN WITH MY NUBBY LIL THUMBNAIL, AND THEY MAKE MY FINGERS SMELL LIKE HEAVEN.

THESE THINGS ARE GORGEOUSLY GLOSSY AND TASTE SWEETER THAN A BED OF ROSES. YOU CAN AND WILL EAT AN ENTIRE CRATE OF THEM IN A SINGLE SITTING, DON’T EVEN TRY TO MAKE THEM LAST. CLEMENTINES ARE BETTER THAN WILLPOWER. CLEMENTINES ARE BETTER THAN EVERYTHING. 

BTS Reaction | their girlfriend dancing to BST

request: “Hey I love your writing! I was wondering could you do a bts reaction to finding their gf dancing to blood sweat and tears and they’re in awe cause they didn’t know she could dance (im laughing at the thought of them standing at the doorway shook af :P) but then they’re distracted by all those damn hip movements”


Kim Seokjin

Jin came home earlier as planed and caught you dancing to the song while preparing dinner. He would find it cute until the hip thrust part came up and he would be more turned on that he would want to admit. He would probably wonder why you never told him that you dance, as you were this good. „You’re amazing, sweetie! Please dance more often for me!“


Min Yoongi

Yoongi was about to enter the room but stepped back as he saw you dancing alone by yourself to Blood, Sweat & Tears. A smirk appeared on his face and he followed your seductive movements closely, while leaning against the doorframe. You turned around while still dancing with your eyes closed, the second you opened them you saw Yoongi liking his lips. “I’m not gonna lie, you’re great and this is really turning me on.” He would come closer and press his lips against yours. “Why didn’t you tell me that you can dance like that?” 


Kim Namjoon

“I’m home” He would walk inside the apartment to search for you but then hear the loud music coming from the living room. He sneaked inside to see you dancing to Blood, Sweat & Tears. Namjoon would enjoy watching you with all those sexy hip movements that you copied perfectly. His sight would be fixed on you until you noticed him and stopped dancing. “Don’t stop! The song isn’t over yet.” He would walk over to you and join you silly dancing besides you. “I never knew you could move those hips like that … I’m impressed.” 


Jung Hoseok

He would be completely flashed by your dancing skills and would feel the urge to join you, but he would stay still in the doorway and watch you dance. He sipped on the water bottle he had with him and his feet started to move to the beat of the song. You didn’t notice him at all till you came to the part where you touched your crotch and made the hip trusts. Hoseok spilled out the water that was still in his mouth and you turned around to see your boyfriend coughing. “Are you ok?” You went over to him and gently slapped on his back. “yeah, I just didn’t expect that. But where did you learn to dance like that? You’re amazing!!”


Park Jimin

After he heard the song coming out of the kitchen he would go see after you and catch you dancing to it. It would be his first time seeing you dance as you never showed him before and he would be completely stunned by it. He slowly walked towards you from behind and placed his hands on your waist, pulling you close to him. “I never knew you could dance like that.” He would whisper in your ear with a husky voice, before turning you around to kiss you. 


Jeon Jungkook

He would stare you in amazement for the first seconds before coming closer to join you. Jungkook would playfully approach you from behind, causing you to laugh out as you saw him in the mirror. “Who’s the better dancer of us? Maybe we have to do a dance battle to find out.” He would be so exited about you dancing and immediately imagine him with you with on the stage dancing together. “Why did you hide this talent from me? You’re amazing!” 


Kim Taehyung

You were happily dancing and singing along to the song with your headphones in, as he entered the room. You didn’t notice him at all and danced till the song was over and pulled the headphones out. You turned around and jumped as you saw Taehyung standing in the doorway and smiling at you. “God! Taehyung, you scared me!” He would start giggling and move over to you. “I’m sorry, but you’re so good!! Why didn’t you tell me that you dance?? I mean .. god you’re so good. I’m getting ideas…”