"It's just... It's this frog." As soon as you cemented the fact that you weren't looking to abuse time, he grinned. "Well, a frog isn't a problem at all," he said as he jumped from his seat, knocking the wires from your hand and causing a semi-dangerous spark to fly the other direction. "A frog, I can do. Tell me abou...
Friends or not, Alex loved everyone too much for his own good. He just had no sense of the different types of love, and how his words and actions might cause problems. He was also painfully honest in a way that made you feel bad for lying to him, which resulted in Ryland harbouring a growing pile of guilt every time A...
"Are you sure the space will be large enough to fit us both?" he ended up asking, and you finally laughed. "Well, it's not the most spacious shower, but as long as you don't mind standing close, I'm sure it'll be fine."
The gaze Bill's grandpa and step-grandma shot him was more than enough of an answer that they didn't really care about specifics. No matter how important Bill and Ted's identities were to themselves, no one else cared enough to respect it. Sure, they couldn't tell them no, but they sure as hell didn't have to agree, a...
crying is an emotion you can only get from deep inside. it's when you stop being able to cry that everything falls apart. epilogue: https://www.wattpad.com/story/332295028-the-twenty-third-of-august
You won the VIP ticket contest so you get to meet Hoseok backstage. What's that going to entail?
There are those people, in your life, that you just don't realise how much they mean to your entire fucking existence until your entire fucking existence changes forever. | This is a strict rough draft to read through while the final is being written. Feedback is appreciated. |
maybe jungkook's just not thinking right. maybe it should matter. maybe it does to jimin.
The conversation ends there and Namjoon realises it at that moment. He's getting a tattoo. He's getting a tattoo from a hot tattoo artist who thinks he's pretty.
What is your name? This story has been translated into Russian here!: https://ficbook.net/readfic/5863378
The lighter fluid never ran out. So neither will pain.
"Long time, no see," he says. "Came back to get ED-E, thought I'd stop to ask you something." "Oh, really?" Arcade questions, eyes flicking towards the eye-bot with suspicion. "And what would that be?" "Come with me. I could use your medical assistance out there, y'know."
