TROPHY EYES // hemmings
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Madison Smith w ułamku sekundy straciła wszystko, w tym siebie. Po śmierci matki zmieniła się nie do poznania. Wyciągnęła kolczyki i znienawidziła wszystkich odmiennych od normy. Wszystkich prócz swojej najlepszej i zarazem jedynej przyjaciółki, Kaylee.
Pięć lat później mieszka na swoim wraz z Kaylee i jedna głupia impreza kończy się dla niej fatalnie. Ląduje w łóżku faceta będącego zupełnym przeciwieństwem jej wymarzonego księcia. Nie wiedząc co tak dokładnie się tam stało wymyka - a raczej tchórzliwie ucieka - z jego mieszkania i zaszywa się w domu zła na cały świat. Niestety, ku jej ubolewaniu, ich drogi krzyżują się ponownie i to w jej mieszkaniu. Luke okazuje się być dawno niewidzianym przyjacielem Kaylee. I w momencie, w którym ją tylko ponownie zobaczył upatrzył sobie Madison za cel.
Przecież to on jest tym co mówi ostatnie słowo i wygania laski z łóżka, a nie na odwrót, prawda?
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The Demon and His Rose
+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ ρєσρℓє ѕαу нєανєи ιѕ α ρℓα¢є ωιтнσυт... deмonѕ, ѕcнool, norмal lιғe. w_r_o_n_g_! +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ ⓐⓜⓞⓡⓔ ⓨⓤⓘ ⓘⓢ ⓐⓝ ⓐⓝⓖⓔⓛ, ⓦⓗⓞ ⓖⓞⓔⓢ ⓣⓞ ⓗ&ⓓ ⓐⓒⓐⓓⓔⓜⓨ. ⓐ ⓑⓞⓐⓡⓓⓘⓝⓖ ⓢⓒⓗⓞⓞⓛ ⓘⓝ ⓗⓔⓐⓥⓔⓝ, ⓢⓗⓔ ⓗⓐⓢ ⓕⓞⓤⓡ ⓡⓞⓞⓜⓐⓣⓔⓢ/ⓑⓔⓢⓣ ⓕⓡⓘⓔⓝⓓⓢ. ⓢⓗⓔ ⓘⓢ ⓐ ⓥⓔⓡⓨ ⓠⓤⓘⓔⓣ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓢⓗⓨ ⓖⓘⓡⓛ, ⓥⓔⓡⓨ ⓢⓜⓐⓡⓣ ⓑⓤⓣ...ⓣⓗⓔ ⓐⓒⓐⓓⓔⓜⓨ ⓘⓢ ⓒⓞⓝⓝⓔⓒⓣⓔⓓ ⓣⓞ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓓⓔⓜⓞⓝ ⓐⓓⓐⓒⓔⓜⓨ. ⓦⓗⓘⓒⓗ ⓜⓔⓐⓝⓢ ⓐⓝⓖⓔⓛⓢ & ⓓⓔⓜⓞⓝⓢ ⓤⓢⓔ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓢⓐⓜⓔ ⓛⓤⓝⓒⓗ ⓐⓡⓔⓐ ⓑⓤⓣ ⓝⓞⓣ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓒⓛⓐⓢⓢⓔⓢ ⓝⓞⓡ ⓡⓞⓞⓜⓐⓣⓔⓢ/ⓡⓞⓞⓜⓢ. +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ jeon jυngĸooĸ ιѕ a ѕтrong deмon, wнo нaѕ тнe power oғ ѕтrengнт. нe ιѕ тнe тop ѕтυdenт oғ тнe deмon acadeмy and ѕтrongeѕт вυт нow? deмon claѕѕeѕ are dιғғerenт. тнe мore yoυ noт вeнave and тнe мore yoυ don'т lιѕтen, тнe вeттer gradeѕ yoυ geт. нe ιѕ well-ĸnown ғor нaтιng angelѕ and нavιng вυllyιng any angel нe ғιndѕ ιnтereѕтιng. +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ ωнαт ωιℓℓ нαρρєη ιƒ тнєѕє тωσ мєєт? +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ +_+ +_+ 😇Started: 28 August😇 😈Ended: 3 March😈 +_+ +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ Previous Title: The Perverted DemonConcluída
𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞
[C O M P L E T E D] [S E Q U E L: Terrible in Twos] Troubles bad but it's worse when it's doubled. *** Jeon Jeongguk Jeon Jungkook Kim Taehyung Top Jeon's Bottom Taehyung Gguktaekook (twin au) Storyline, plot, cover all made by me, @Taehkey *** #1 Gguktae - 11/13/18 & 08/13/19 & 11/01/21 #1 Bottomtae - 11/17/18 #1 Taegguk - 11/23/18 #1 Topjungkook - 03/18/19 & 03/14/20 #3 Topjeongguk - 06/05/19 #2 Taegguk - 09/21/19 & 10/19/19 #3 Sope - 10/20/19 #1 Taekook - 10/24/19 #1 Bottomtaehyung - 04/01/20 & 12/21/20 #2 Gay - 04/26/20 #1 Jeongguk - 12/29/20 #2 Fanfiction - 03/30/21 #1 Jimin - 04/22/23Concluída
The Light in the Dark | Neville Longbottom
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Dare or Dare? | COMPLETED
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•• BTS's Eighth member ••
Hi! I'm Dokgo Blue. I know that's not the most Korean name but it's what my mother named me. She wasn't Korean, she was actually American and met my father on her business trip to Korea. If you didn't notice, I said 'she was'. Well, fun fact, she isn't with us anymore. She died in a car crash. This lead to my two older brothers taking all of the money off of my father, taking the house and leaving us in a small apartment in Daegu. The place I was born. At the start of secondary school I skipped classes a lot. By a lot I mean I was there, at the most, twice a week. My father knew about this since whenever I was skipping school I would come straight home to my piano. Honestly I learnt more from him than I ever would actually being at school. Now I was never a shy kid at all, I mean sometimes I can be when it comes to big groups of people, this was because I loved making people laugh. If I could make someone laugh or help them, I felt purposeful. A few weeks ago, we got kicked out of our 3rd apartment. Now this new one we live in, it has two rooms. Kitchen, Bathroom. However, when a poster was thrown at me by the kids at school I grabbed my money and ran to the train station. One return ticket from Daegu to Seoul. I didn't tell my father because I knew he would say, "Oh no sweetie your too young! They wouldn't want a 14 year old in a girl or mixed group." I wanted to take this chance. I'm the girl from the rough streets of Daegu and this is my life now. Peace ✌🏻 {{DISCLAIMER}} This is as Taehyung/V x Reader ;) If you are fine with all of this then read ahead.Concluída
A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.
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