ғɪʀsᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇɴ, ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ. { ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ }

collection of why don't we prompt-based one shots, inspiration, and a masterlist of my fics because i have no life • requests are welcome ☕️

ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ɪᴛ'ᴅ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀsɪᴇʀ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪs, sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ, ɪ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ᴀs ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴀs, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ɪ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ғᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ. { ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ }

❝imagination is stronger than knowledge.❞ [ part ii ] est. 2018 fin. -

Welcome to Redwood, Oregon. 54 kilometers from the city of Calhoun, population 286. This small, quiet town is home to beautiful waterfalls, quaint cafes, enchanting phenomena like gravity hills and glowing streams, and a girl named Reagan Wallace. It wasn't often that Redwood, Oregon had visitors but in the summer of 2017, a school bus carrying seven people got stranded in its highway.

"How can you always be so happy." "Because I think of everything I have and love. One of them being you." "God you're cheesy." -------------------------------------------- The one where Corbyn Besson is having a very bad day. Then the girl with the smile helps him get his way. _____ A Corbyn Besson/Why Don't We fanfiction. Warnings: Humour Sarcasm Fluffy Swearing _____ Enjoy.

{DISCONTINUED} "Maybe Uber can be our always" In which a boy who was sending a text to his uber driver sends it to a girl instead and it turns out to be the best mistake he's ever made -Second book in the texting series- Highest ranking in fanfiction:86

-¿Qué quieres de mi Eric? Te lo he dado todo-le grité fríamente y sin mirarlo, ni girarme- Me he entregado a ti, te he dado mi tiempo ,mi alegría, mis risas, mis llantos, mis sueños e incluso mis secretos-sentía un gran nudo en mi garganta que apenas me dejaba respirar-Ya no tengo nada más, déjame en paz-le pedí llevando mis manos a mi cabeza. Él se acercó a mí, no retrocedí, pero tampoco lo miré. -Ma belle yo...-dudaba, se pasó la mano por el pelo nervioso, como si se lo estuviera peinando aunque como siempre, lo único que consiguió fue alborotarlo más. -¿Qué más quieres?-susurré atorada por mis propios sentimientos. -Quiero darte un beso.

ᴡᴅᴡ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs ❥