show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy. [dean winchester x emery wilson] [supernatural; season one-three] [completed] [cover by veingeances] [highest rating; #23 in fanfiction. #1 in supernatural.] [voted best oc and best pairing spn awards 2016] [voted best dean winchester fic tv and movie awards 2017] [voted best oc and best dean winchester fic supernatural community awards 2018]

"I shouldn't be watching a man undressing, especially not from the house next door."

"Are you sure it's just empathy? Are you sure you're not feeling... attracted to me?" There was a shift in his voice as it became more silky, pleasing to listen to. I could feel my muscles relax in response to the soothing sound. "Don't you feel the need to get closer to me? To touch me?" he continued, his eyes darkening wickedly. • • • Jimin is a siren, a once-human creature that is cursed to roam the lonely sea for eternity to pay for his past sins. That is, until he gets captured by the pirate captain Min Yoongi and his crew. When Jimin sets his eyes on Katherine, he knows he has a chance of breaking the curse. All he has to do is get close to her, but Yoongi will not let that happen so easily. As Jimin slowly becomes more human, his ability to love also returns, and his newfound feelings may get in the way of his plans. ➺ Romance ➺ Fantasy ➺ Siren au ➺ Pirate au ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ACHIEVEMENTS: • A Wattpad Kpop Featured Story • • Winner of The Bangtan Writers Awards 2019 • • Winner of The BTS Airplane pt.2 Awards 2019 • • Winner of The Insomnia BTS Awards 2019 • HIGHEST RANKS: ⤷01 in bts ⤷01 in parkjimin ⤷01 in pirates ⤷01 in btsjimin ⤷01 in pjm ⤷01 in yoongi ⤷04 in jimin ⤷02 in hoseok word count: 165,000 COPYRIGHT © Hoseokiiss ** NOTE: though all comments still exist, many older ones are no longer in-line with paragraphs due to some editing **

Pretty face doesn't make it up for an ugly personality. And Kim Seokjin is the perfect proof of that. ⏤𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst, smut, mistress au disclaimer: please, be aware this series contains mature content such as strong language and smut seokjin x reader, drabble series

Namjoon is an art himself. Shame that he's forbidden - he's your brother's best friend. And your colleague. ⏤𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn disclaimer: please, be aware this series contains mature content such as strong language and smut namjoon x reader, brother's best friend au

His finger traces my skin, his coffee brown eyes staring deep into mine as I feel chills run down my spine. "Taehyung." I call out his name, close to a whisper, afraid that someone might hear us. Why did being with him make me feel so good even though he wasn't mine to keep? [Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction] Warning: some sexual/mature content Started, 30 Nov 2018 Ended, 25 Apr 2019 © 2019 softaura ✓ cover by: @eulu-xuria

In order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desire - he calls it a mutual help ⏤𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn disclaimer: please, be aware this series contains mature content such an explicit language and smut jungkook x reader, fake dating au

Walking away felt like its own kind of pain, and hope had long since lost its meaning. In the chill of the evening, every step weighed on me-bones aching, skin stinging, as if each movement tore something loose inside. My tears burned against the cold wind, searing rather than soothing. "Please," I whispered, the word slipping out like a fragile, fading prayer. "Do you want me to touch you like this, Daisy?" Each step drags, my feet heavy against the ground, every footprint feeling like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind-like my soul is slipping away with each one. My senses dull, my energy drains, until all that's left is a hollow, aching emptiness. But hasn't it been this way for the past three years without him? "Have anyone made you feel like this? Wet like this?" I don't know if I'll survive this time-but I'm still asking for one more chance. "Just one... and I'll make everything right." But why do I have to beg for it? Why am I the only one fighting? Why is it always on me to fix what's broken? "Do me Jungkook, p-please." Love-so simple, yet impossibly complicated. No matter what he's done, no matter the hurt or the distance, I'm still in love with him. And I want to fight for us one last time. I need to see how it ends, even if it breaks me. Just one final try. "With all the pleasure. I will fuck you, only fuck you with everything I have Daisy." There's no point in hoping, is there? He isn't here. He isn't coming. So, there's no chance at a happy ending for me now... is there? The sun sinks lower, shadows stretching as night draws near. With a heavy heart, I force my feet forward, each step pulling me farther from the possibility of him-of us. I knew this from the start. I should have known better, should never have let myself fall for someone like Jungkook, someone who doesn't believe in love. NOTE: This book was completed in 2023 and is being rewritten this year. All Rights Reserved ©2026 ©narahkris #wattys2019

Encantador, galante, carismático, arrogante, simpático, irreverente, insufrible... Y violento. Sabía que un chico como Logan Lerman no me convenía. Había escuchado hablar acerca de su prometedora carrera como boxeador... También había escuchado las escalofriantes historias acerca de sus ataques de ira irracional y su vida cargada de excesos. Sé que es peligroso. Sé que no se toma nada en serio. Sé que, a pesar de lucir como un ángel, es capaz de destrozar el rostro de una persona en menos de tres minutos. Sé que me va hacer mucho daño... Y también sé que no puedo -quiero- estar sin él. Él va a destruirme...

Harry Stevens grita peligro en cada poro del cuerpo y no precisamente por las escandalosas cicatrices que lleva en el lado izquierdo de la cara. Es la clase de chico con el que no quieres involucrarte porque sabes, por sobre todas las cosas, que va a destrozarte. Es de la clase de hombre que guarda una cantidad aterradora de secretos lo suficientemente perturbadores como para hacer que quieras huir de él lo antes posible. Es de la clase de hombre que, pese a todo el odio y rencor acumulado que carga sobre los hombros, es capaz de hacerte tocar el cielo con un beso... Sé que no es de fiar. Sé que debo poner cuanta distancia sea posible entre él y yo porque su mundo acabará con el mío si no le pongo un punto final a lo que siento..., pero no puedo hacerlo. No puedo huir de él. No, cuando la oscuridad que vive dentro de él se disipa cuando está a mi alrededor. No, cuando lo amo del modo en el que lo hago... El ángel vino en forma de bestia y vino a salvarme. Quizás... -solo quizás- vino a acabar conmigo. » Queda rigurosamente prohibida, sin autorización escrita por parte del autor, bajo las sanciones establecidas por las leyes, la reproducción total y/o parcial, adaptación, distribución, en cualquier medio impreso y/o digital de esta obra por cualquier medio o procedimiento. TODOS LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS ©. Sam León, 2015.