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flowers ❀ lrh by hannahhhj
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he brought her pink flowers. it was kind of perfect.
group chat ➳ l.h. [completed] by Narry-My-Storan
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❝I've never been as close to a boy as I have at this moment, nor have I with a man. A man that's Luke, a man that's my step-father. This was clear, but my head continued to tell me to forget the facts and give in to the pleasures I was feeling with Luke's fingers against me. "This is so wrong," He whispered under his breath, but refused to take his hand from between my thighs.❞ ©Narry-My-Storan 2015 || Bailey Luke Daddy Kink [cover by @sweet-lemonade]
pretty ; luke hemmings by royalgustin
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in a world where different is ugly, a boy convinces a girl she isn't. [lowercase trash ,, sorry that was my aesthetic]
blue eyes ⌁ afi au by jaemrens
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he complimented her beauty everyday. sentence by sentence. / COMPLETED / lowercase intended! all rights reserved. © karla 2015
violet skies / michael clifford by dimplefeels
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Their story isn't a romcom. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2016 by dimplefeels
ashes | ashton irwin by psychoticirwin
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in which a girl named tori writes letters to a sick boy named ashton whom she is in love with; yet also happens to be her best friend. - tw ;; depression & heavy language ©psychoticirwin {lowercase intended} completed
5437 |l.h by Pocahontasmind
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I close my eyes every night and run our story again and again. I imagine us meeting in a different situation every time, I put more words in our mouth, trying to give us a happy ending. Maybe if I wasn't this complicated and you this stubborn e would've worked. Maybe if we tried harder or the aching pain in our chest wasn't devouring our every limb. Now it doesn't matter. The lies ended it all.