A sweet girl who sees the good in everyone. A grumpy guy who just wants everyone to fuck off. A chocolate milk accident that's brings them together. Secrets. Lies. A dark past. What could possibly go wrong? Or right? Maybe a love story. Or something so much more. ♡︎ "His blinding white teeth again then "I like when you say my name," I cock my head "Enzo?" He hums "Hm?" "I like it when you touch me. It gives me butterflies" I say, drawing a butterfly on his chest with the tip of my finger. He's quiet for a moment then "Oh yeah?" I smile "Oh yeah" ♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎ #1 in GrumpyxSunshine #1 in brooding #1 in strawberries #2 in bubbly #1 in Althea Started: October 8th, 2021 Finished: July 4th 2022

"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

Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School ..... "You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope." "Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I believe. You wanna know yours?" "You looked up mine?" I question, hiding the small smile on my face, because I'm mad at him or whatever. For... I don't know why but I'm mad at him because I am. Carter catches up to me, grinning to himself. "Emilia means rivals, it's derived from the root of some latin word. Isn't that strange?" That's just a coincidence, he's probably lying anyway. "Yeah, real peculiar." I reply. ..... #2 - onebedtrope 16/06/22 #1 - mila 16/06/22

FAKE DATING "We are more than friends but less than lovers." - "Oh go to hell, I was trying to have an epiphany," I mutter as he pulls me onto the bed, leaving a light kiss on my shoulder. "If you're in the passenger seat, then I'll go anywhere sweetheart." 1 - #champagneproblems 09/12/21 3 - #summer 14/02/22 4 - #alltoowell 19/12/21 13 - #swift 05/01/22 05 - #onebed 03 - #lover 11 - #summerromance 05/01/22

He was completely and utterly oblivious to everything that he had caused and she absolutely hated him for that. [UNEDITED] [DUAL POV] TW: eating disorder recovery