#bxblove

ᥕһᥱᥒ і sᥲᥡ і һᥲ᥎ᥱᥒ'𝗍 ᥱ᥎ᥱᥒ 𝖿іᥒіsһᥱძ sᥴrі⍴𝗍іᥒg ᥡᥱ𝗍..... ᑲᥙ𝗍 і 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣ ᥣіkᥱ kᥱі ɾᥙԵ s𝗍ᥲr𝗍ᥱძ... ᥣіkᥱ ᥲrᥱ ᥡ᥆ᥙ g᥆ᥒᥒᥲ ᑲᥱ ᥆kᥲᥡ kᥱі?? і һᥲ᥎ᥱ ᥴᥲrᥱᥱr g᥆ᥲᥣs ᥴᥙrrᥱᥒ𝗍ᥣᥡ ᥲᥒძ і һᥲ᥎ᥱᥒ'𝗍 g᥆𝗍 𝗍᥆ kᥒ᥆ᥕ kᥱі ᥡᥱ𝗍 ᥣіkᥱ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍... ᥒ᥆𝗍 ᥱ᥎ᥱᥒ ᥲ ᑲі𝗍... , ᑲᥙ𝗍 і gᥱ𝗍 𝗍һᥱ іm⍴rᥱssі᥆ᥒ 𝗍һіs s𝗍ᥲr𝗍ᥱძ 𝖿r᥆m s𝗍rᥱss ᥲᥒძ ᥒ᥆𝗍 ᥡk

ᥲᥒძ 𝗍һᥱ m᥆rᥱ і ᥎іsᥙᥲᥣіzᥱ 𝗍һᥱ ᥴᥣ᥆sᥱr і 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣ 𝗍᥆ 𝗍һіs ძr ᥲᥒძ 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣ 𝗍һᥱ іᥒ𝗍ᥱᥒsᥱ ᥱ𝖿𝖿ᥱᥴ𝗍s ᥆𝖿 һіs.. ᥲᥙrᥲ ᥲᥒძ sᥴᥱᥒ𝗍? іᥒ ᥲ 𝖿ᥲіᥒ𝗍 ᥕᥲᥡ іძk һ᥆ᥕ 𝗍᥆ ძᥱsᥴrіᑲᥱ і𝗍. і ძᥱ𝖿іᥒі𝗍ᥱᥣᥡ ᥕіᥣᥣ sһі𝖿𝗍 ᥲgᥲіᥒ mᥲᥡᑲᥱ ᥒ᥆𝗍 𝖿ᥙᥣᥣᥡ ᥡᥱ𝗍 ᑲᥱᥴᥲᥙsᥱ і ᥕᥲᥒᥒᥲ sᥴrі⍴𝗍 ᥲ 𝖿ᥱᥕ ᥣᥲs𝗍 𝗍һіᥒgs.. ᥣіkᥱ 𝗍һᥱ ძіs𝗍ᥲᥒᥴᥱ ᑲᥱ𝗍ᥕᥱᥱᥒ ᥙs ᥣіkᥱ ᥕһᥲ𝗍 rᥲᥒgᥱ ᥕᥱ ᥴᥲᥒ ძᥱ𝗍ᥱᥴ𝗍 ᥱᥲᥴһ ᥆𝗍һᥱr ᥆r ᥲᥒᥡ rᥲᥒgᥱ ᥡk. ᥲᥒძ һ᥆ᥕ ᥕᥱ ᥱ𝖿𝖿ᥱᥴ𝗍 ᥱᥲᥴһ ᥆𝗍һᥱr ᥲᥒძ ᥆𝗍һᥱrs ᥲr᥆ᥙᥒძ ᥙs іᥒ ᥣіkᥱ ᥎ᥲgᥙᥱ ᥕᥲᥡs ᥣᥱᥲ᥎ᥱ 𝗍һᥱ rᥱs𝗍 𝗍᥆ 𝗍һᥱ ᥙᥒі᥎ᥱrsᥱ 🌙

і ᥲᥣs᥆ sᥱᥱᥒ ᥲᥣ᥆𝗍 ᥆𝖿 𝗍һіᥒgs ᥣᥲ𝗍ᥱᥣᥡ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 rᥱmіᥒძᥱძ mᥱ ᥆𝖿 һ᥆ᥕ і'm ᥲ ᑲᥙᥒᥒᥡ 🐰 һᥡᑲrіძ іᥒ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 ძr... ᥲ ᥕᥱіrძ ᥒ᥆s𝗍ᥲᥣgіᥲ.

🌙𝗍і⍴s

- ᥎іsᥙᥲᥣіzᥱ, 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣ, іmᥲgіᥒᥱ 𝗍һіs іs һ᥆ᥕ і ᥲᥣᥕᥲᥡs sһі𝖿𝗍

- і ᥣіkᥱ 𝗍᥆ ᥙsᥱ mᥡ ᥆ᥕᥒ mᥱ𝗍һ᥆ძ ᥴᥲᥣᥣᥱძ ᥕrі𝗍ᥱ, 𝖿ᥲᥒ𝗍ᥲsіzᥱ, ᑲrᥱᥲk, ᥕrі𝗍ᥱ ᥲᥒძ rᥱ⍴ᥱᥲ𝗍 і𝗍 һᥱᥣ⍴s mᥱ ᥲᥣ᥆𝗍

- s𝗍ᥲᥡ ᥙ⍴ ᥙᥒ𝗍іᥣ іm 𝗍іrᥱძ ᥆r sᥱᥒsі𝗍і᥎ᥱ 𝗍᥆ 𝗍һіᥒgs ᥲr᥆ᥙᥒძ mᥱ іᥒ ᥲ s𝗍ᥲ𝗍ᥱ ᥆𝖿 ᥴᥲᥣm 𝗍᥆ 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣ ᥴᥣ᥆sᥱr 𝗍᥆ ძr ȷᥙs𝗍 һ᥆ᥕ і ᥲm... 𝗍һіs іs ᥕһᥱrᥱ mᥡ sһі𝖿𝗍іᥒg һᥲ⍴⍴ᥱᥒs ᥕһᥱᥒ і'm ᥴᥲᥣm ᥆r 𝗍іrᥱძ

- ᥣᥱᥲᥒ іᥒ𝗍᥆ gһ᥆s𝗍 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣіᥒgs, sᥴᥱᥒ𝗍s ᥱ𝗍ᥴ

һᥲ⍴⍴ᥡ sһі𝖿𝗍іᥒg 🚪

і ᥕіᥣᥣ 𝗍rᥡ 𝗍᥆ ᥙ⍴ძᥲ𝗍ᥱ ᥆ᥒ 𝗍һіᥒgs ᑲᥴ ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ і ძ᥆ᥒ'𝗍 sᥱᥱ 𝗍᥆᥆ mᥙᥴһ 𝗍ᥲᥣk ᥆𝖿 ᥆mᥱgᥲ᥎ᥱrsᥱ ძr s᥆ һ᥆⍴ᥱ і𝗍's ᥙsᥱ𝖿ᥙᥣ ᥆r ᥱᥒ𝗍ᥱr𝗍ᥲіᥒіᥒg.

rᥱsᥙᥣ𝗍s 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 ᥴᥲᥙgһ𝗍 mᥡ ᥲ𝗍𝗍ᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒ:

- і 𝖿ᥱᥣ𝗍 ᥣіkᥱ s᥆mᥱ᥆ᥒᥱ's ᑲrᥱᥲ𝗍һᥱ ᥆ᥒ mᥱ, 𝖿ᥲіᥒ𝗍 ᥎᥆іᥴᥱ, ᥙᥒі𝗊ᥙᥱ sᥴᥱᥒ𝗍 rᥱᥴᥱᥒ𝗍ᥣᥡ ᥱ᥎ᥱᥒ ᥲ𝖿𝗍ᥱr mᥡ ძrᥱᥲm/mіᥒі sһі𝖿𝗍 ᥆𝗍һᥱr ⍴ᥱrs᥆ᥒ ᥲᥣs᥆ mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒᥱძ... і 𝖿ᥱᥣ𝗍 𝗍һᥱ ᥲ𝖿𝗍ᥱr ᥱ𝖿𝖿ᥱᥴ𝗍s ᥣіkᥱ ᥱ᥎ᥱᥒ ᥕһᥱᥒ і ᥕ᥆kᥱ һᥱrᥱ іᥒ 𝗍һіs rᥱᥲᥣі𝗍ᥡ. і 𝖿ᥱᥣ𝗍 ᥎ᥱrᥡ 𝗍іᥱძ 𝗍᥆ ძr 🎀

- і 𝗍rᥙᥣᥡ ძ᥆ 𝗍һіᥒk і mᥱ𝗍 kᥱі 𝗍һr᥆ᥙgһ ᥴ᥆𝗍𝗍᥆ᥒ ᥴᥲᥒძᥡ 🍭 ძіsᥲs𝗍ᥱr ᥲᥒძ mᥱ ⍴ᥣᥲᥡіᥒg ᥕі𝗍һ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 іᥒs𝗍ᥱᥲძ ᥆𝖿 ᥱᥲ𝗍іᥒg і𝗍 ᥒ᥆𝗍һіᥒg ᥴһᥲᥒgᥱძ іᥒ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍 ძrᥱᥲm.... 𝗍һᥱ іᥒ𝗍ᥱrᥲᥴ𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥕᥲs 𝗍᥆᥆ ᥴᥣᥱᥲᥒ ᥲᥒძ ᥒ᥆𝗍 ᥴһᥲᥒgᥱძ ᥒ᥆r 𝗍һᥱ sᥙrr᥆ᥙᥒძіᥒgs

- і ძ᥆ һᥲ᥎ᥱ 𝗍᥆ ᥕrі𝗍ᥱ s᥆mᥱ 𝗍һіᥒgs ᥣіkᥱ һ᥆ᥕ ᥆𝖿𝗍ᥱᥒ ᥆ᥙr ᥲᥒіmᥲᥣ ᥣіkᥱ 𝗍rᥲі𝗍s sһ᥆ᥕs? ᥡk ᥆r і𝖿 і𝗍's m᥆rᥱ іᥒ𝗍іmᥲ𝗍ᥱ ᥲᥒძ ᥆ᥒᥣᥡ ⍴ᥲr𝗍ᥒᥱrs sᥱᥱ 𝗍ᥲіᥣs, ᥱᥲrs 𝗍᥆ ᑲᥱ ძᥱᥴіძᥱძ.

- 𝖿ᥙᥒ 𝖿ᥲᥴ𝗍 і ᥆ᥒᥣᥡ rᥱᥲძ ᥣіkᥱ 1 ᥆mᥱgᥲ᥎ᥱrsᥱ ᑲᥣ ᥲᥒძ ᥆ᥒᥣᥡ ᥣіkᥱ 2 ᥴһ ᑲᥱ𝖿᥆rᥱ sіძᥱ 𝗍rᥲᥴk s᥆ і'm kіᥒძᥲ g᥆іᥒg іᥒ ᑲᥣіᥒძ ⍴rᥲᥡ 𝖿᥆r mᥱ 💀

Rating: T

NEW FİC ALERT

“What are you doing?”

I turned to the naked and blindingly beautiful brunette woman in the bed. The surroundings were gray, filled with rags, and irritatingly filthy.

“I remembered something I have to do.” The high pitch of my voice made my head ache even more. I tried not to look at her as I pulled the clothes on the floor over myself.

“What? That morning thing? What happened to your voice?”

Summary

Waking up in Dean Winchester's body was a shock. Being dropped right into the bleak, filthy center of the Endverse by a chaotic system named Nezha was a nightmare. Now, with a voice that refuses to cooperate and zero survival skills, my first quest is to find Castiel’s tent—and try to convince him I'm still the man he's looking for.

Rating:T

.. "If I kill him now, at least I'll get to watch your misery, won't I?" the lead angel hissed, his voice like a smooth, sharp blade. His facial muscles twitched with rage as he locked eyes with Dean. Without waiting, he pointed his hand toward Castiel; he twisted his fingers, causing a choking rattle to rise from the body on the floor.

Dean felt a cold hand constrict his lungs, but only for a second. ..

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84525761

Sprinkling a little bit of Destiel into The Boys universe.

Rating: T

He smelled the liquid again. After letting his gaze wander over me, he drank it all. I had pointlessly reached my hands toward the glass to stop him. While I looked at him with my mouth open, he threw the glass toward the wall. I jumped aside to avoid the shattering glass shards.

“So, I want to fuck you. Is that it?” he muttered as he stepped toward me. I moved backward, holding my breath, but there wasn't much room. When my back hit the refrigerator, I raised my hands toward him.

Rating: T

With his breathing quickened, he looked into Cas's blue eyes. Cas was watching him, his head tilted slightly to the side. Their breaths were colliding. Dean forgot that he had to fight his body to fulfill the thoughts his mind had chewed into a pulp. This proximity made everything feel possible.

'No. No.. I can't do this.. it's Cas.'

As his pulse shook his body, he surrendered to that fantasy.

He closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against Cas's.

'Too soft..'

He drew him in further. His ribcage was about to shatter.

Catch me ao3

Rating: Teen and Up

a little taste of chapter 6. things are getting... complicated.

"We can't," Dean said in a tone that was almost pleading, looking at Cas's lips with half-open eyes. He could sense Cas's anger and desire. Cas leaned in a bit more and waited, leaving very little distance between their lips. He wanted to see Dean's resistance break; dealing a blow to his mind to make him understand would be a sadistic satisfaction for his new self. Dean held his breath, closing his eyes with the expectation of the feeling of completion.

[Read more on AO3]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84525761

CITAZIONI I CAN’T. || capitolo 3 - Equazioni e Destini

LIBRO ORIGINALE DI WATTPAD @jretas || corri subito a leggerlo!

TRAMA:

Hyunlix fanfiction | inspired by The Fragrant Flower Blooms with Dignity

Felix è appena arrivato al College Daehon, un istituto che accoglie gli studenti che non sono riusciti ad adattarsi agli standard degli altri licei.

Tra loro c'è anche lui: l'australiano con l'accento strano, il sorriso troppo facile e la testa piena di sogni che sembrano impossibili.

Dall'altra parte della strada, invece, c'è il Liceo Hwarang, dove tutto è ordine, disciplina e perfezione. E proprio lì studia Hyunjin, il ragazzo che sembra avere sempre tutto sotto controllo... ma che in realtà nasconde molto più di quello che lascia vedere.

Quando i loro mondi si incontrano per caso in una biblioteca, qualcosa cambia.

Felix è confuso, disorientato, ma pronto a scoprire qualcosa di nuovo su sé stesso. Hyunjin, invece, per la prima volta ha paura di ciò che vuole davvero.

Tra battute sulla matematica, sguardi rubati e silenzi che dicono più delle parole, nasce una connessione che nessuno dei due era pronto ad affrontare.

Perché a volte basta una sola persona per mettere in discussione tutto quello che credevi di sapere su te stesso.