"Well, she says beauty brings copies of itself into being. That it makes us draw it, take photographs of it, describe it to other people; it has a forward momentum. And I always thought that that was a sort of - superficial, I guess - way of putting it. But I feel that when I'm with you. Almost like I want to savour y...
"You're pretty," his fingertips found my jawline, "When you cry." "Only then?" I smirked, lip quivering. My skin warmed where he touched me. He licked his lower lip, shaking his head. He palpated for my jawbone, tracing it up to my ear. "Your eyes get all glassy and bright," his other hand brushed over my lower lashe...
WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content. Not recommended for precious little eyes. Please remember to practice safe sex always and don't fall in love with boys like Matty. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...
Fan fiction // Matty Healy The 1975 // Book 1 // "We're not a love story, darling, we're a cautionary tale." Cover by @21duns
[COMPLETED] On her way to her new job, Nadine encounters someone mysterious. He's involved with everything she's not-corruption, guns, drugs, and the rich white business men that he supplies. Nadine becomes intrigued by everything and anything he does; unsure if it could put her in danger.
Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that...
He lifts his hand, slowly tracing his fingers up her arm until they reach her face leaving goosebumps and a warm trail behind. Then he moves just his pinky finger across her cheekbone, dragging along until he pulls the stray strands of hair behind her ear. She's silent, holding her breath as her eyes stay on him, only...