What do you get when you mix a socially awkward teenage mess with a boy who is, in essence, the personification of perfection? Well. ~ larry stylinson, high school au ~ Copyright © 2014 by something1d, all rights reserved. (Book 2: "someone to admire")

"We aren't allowed to date fans."

"You always date older guys?" Scarlet shrugged, eyes still fixed on the computer screen. "Usually." "Why?" "I don't know." Jesse looked at her for a long second. "That's a lie." Scarlet Spencer didn't expect touring with The Neighbourhood to feel anything like this. Not the exhaustion. Not the constant pressure. And definitely not Jesse Rutherford - cold, controlling, impossible to read, and somehow always watching her a little too closely. What starts as mutual irritation quickly turns into something messier: long nights in recording studios, conversations that go too far, and a tension neither of them knows what to do with. Softcore, Jesse once tells her, is just another word for pretending something dangerous is still soft enough to touch.

A Billie Eilish and Jesse Rutherford FanFiction. Enemies to Lovers Please leave some comments! I would love some feedback <3 Enjoy :)

"Say my name," he whispered on the top of my lips while digging his fingers into my hips as he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso. "Harry," I uttered. "You and I both know. That. Is. Not. My name," he said between the kisses that he placed down my neck. "Say my name." He grabbed my face and looked deep into my eyes. His jaded eyes were full of lust and want. "Come baby girl. Say it." "Daddy." ++++ The story may contain sexual content and vulgar language so read at your own risk! Copyright © 2019, mxxnchld All rights reserved, please don't copy and/or steal this story.

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. All credits go to ©️ Velvetoscar.

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never got along. But this time, the tension feels like hunger more than hate. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio is forbidden. Not just risky. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - rivals 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - forbiddenlove 🥇 #1 - lgbtfiction 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - biker 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gaylove 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - mxm 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - love 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - funny 🥇 #1 - obsession 🥇 #1 - lgbtromance 🥇 #1 - traveling 🥇 #1 - fatalattraction 🥇 #1 - grumpyxsunshine 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer Also available on Amazon, physical and Kindle version with extra spicy scenes ✨

It's Louis' first year at Manchester United's football academy, and he's dead set on doing it right. With Harry by his side, the world is there for the taking. Playing for the Under-21's team, the path to becoming the next star of the Premier League is clear. He didn't expect to have to deal with a new coach, missing his friends, and a homophobic teammate making his life that much worse. Hiding his relationship with Harry seems like a good plan until it doesn't, and handling things in general doesn't seem to be his thing. Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely love each other, and football still is everything. (Maybe it shouldn't be.)

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

[MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT] I'm fucked. Like genuinely, properly, jaw-clenchingly fucked. She's in my head. Way too deep. Like I've just been rewired or some shit and now every time I blink I see her eyes: one lighter than the other, both shining like she's already figured out the ending to the story and is just waiting for me to catch up. It's like she was made for me. Like someone carved her out of fire and velvet and chaos and said: Here. This one. She's yours. It's fucking overwhelming. But she's mine. And God help whoever fucking forgets that. __ "Mine," I mutter. "Every inch of you." My hand slides up her throat, thumb brushing her jaw. "That mouth? Mine. That body? Mine. That attitude? Mine." I lean in, lips to her ear. "Say it, Carmen." She shivers. "I'm yours." "Damn right you are." (18+ preferred)