"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

It was like a game in the house. You were the player who so desperately needed to win, and they were the opponents who wanted to keep you in the same position-to watch you squirm as you tried to beat each one of them and make it to the prize. The prize was ultimately untouchable, regardless if you finished the game or not, he wasn't one to be easily won over. You knew you had to end this game sooner or later because each level that you passed, you wanted the prize more and more. So with your heart set on one thing, you came closer to the finale of this battle. Each boy is a level. The more you pass, the more you rank higher in ending everything. You only hope you have enough time to claim your prize before another player steals him away. ◈•••••••‧͙⁺˚*･༓♛༓･*˚⁺‧͙•••••••◈ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝟕𝟎𝟎𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 🔞 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: • ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ • ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ • ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ • ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀꜱꜱᴀᴜʟᴛ • ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ 𝐎𝐓𝟕 (𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬) 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓

"We become the monsters we're most afraid of." --- "Jimin," she breathed out. "You're allowed to touch me." His plump lips slightly parted as a gasp escaped him. "I-" he exhaled, his fingertips slightly grazing her cheek. "I'm someone else tonight. Remember?" she aspirated, leaning in closer. "Just for tonight?" "Just for tonight." Mature content Fantasy/Supernatural AU Highest ranking: #9 in #jiminff - 1ST PLACE in Solo Jimin category at the PurpleLightsAwards 2019 - 1ST PLACE in Solo Jimin category at the BTS DIONYSUS Awards 2019 - 3RD PLACE in Fantasy category in the BTS Writers Awards 2019

Two gangs fought for Seoul, they had been since anybody could remember. In Seoul it was kill or be killed, until they found her. - Highest ranking #67 in Kimtaehyung -

a mafia member, Y/N, woke up from a coma with an amnesia. She was convinced to regained all her past memories by her boyfriend and finally became the same person she was before her accident. However, two years later, she started getting memory recalls which is the oppposite of her life today. All of this happened after she met a sweet man, which soon she fell for. Conflicted from the guilt of betraying her boyfriend and wanting to love someone new, she was in a dilemma. What will happen to Y/N? Will she be able to get herself out of the three-years-old relationship to be with someone new? TW : blood, gun shooting, murder, kidnap, sexual assaults ~☆' Stray Kids' Bang Chan Fanfic '☆~

kim sonny didn't know what love was, so, a bad boy taught what it was and what it meant. choi san, your typical bad boy, felt attracted to this girl. why? she was normal, right? so, how can a simple girl managed to capture the heart of a man like choi san? MATURE. VIOLENCE.

"Why do they call you Indigo?" "It's the last color they see before they die." Cover by @hoseqx Some rankings: #13 Fanfiction #14 BTS #1 Yoongi #67 Taehyung #2 Jungkook #1 Namjoon #4 btsfanfiction

𝐲/𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭! 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀: 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖿𝗂𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲, 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗆. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗌𝖾. 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂𝖿 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈.