"she's got a boyfriend anyway" // sex, drugs and coming of age **swearing, smut, drugs, mature content** lowercase intended

Chloe Schell una chica de Australia que acaba de cumplir 18 años tendrá que volar a Nueva York para seguir con su carrera en la Universidad P A C E, sus padres le consiguieron un departamento en un edificio tipo fraternidad pero alfrente de ella vive Alex Turner el vocalista de Arctic Monkeys. Los dos se enamoran al instante en que se ven pero tener a Turner como vecino no es fácil...por eso es considerado como "Mi vecino es un Imbécil" (...) El torpe toca mi puerta. -Abre Nena que te quiero ver-. 《O vaya esta borracho》 -¿Qué quieres?-. -Te ves hermosa-. -¿Quieres decir algo que no sepa?-. -Qué te amo-. Se tapa la boca y se abre paso por mi departamento, cae en un sillón. -Tienes que irte, Al-. Lo intento levantar pero nuestras miradas se chocan y sin pensarlo nuestros labios encajan uno con el otro. ●○●○●○●○●○●○♡♡♡♡●○●○●○●○●○● Alex: "Ella y yo somos uno solo"... Chloe:"Nada se interpondrá entre nosotros" {Fan Fic basado en el Álbum AM}. //Portada: @Damarisdcr//.

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"Please don't go." "I'm sorry." "I hate you." "Can we go somewhere?" "I forgive you." "Do you actually love me?" "I don't want to be here anymore." "I fucking love you." "I'm sorry." "Please stay." These were things said often between the two. They were so enthralled in each other. They couldn't get enough. Skin to skin wasn't close enough. Kissing constantly. Driving with hands gripping thighs. Hands tangled in hair. Nails clawing backs. Eyelashes brushing cheeks. Heads resting on chests. They wanted nothing more than to crawl into each other, and never come out. Say goodbye to the rest of the world and crawl away into their own. They loved each other so much that hand holding and neck kissing wasn't enough. Sex wasn't nearly as close as they'd like to be. They wrapped limbs through limbs and never wanted to let go. They couldn't stop. But minutes feel like hours spent apart. They spent hours in each other's arms. Listening to music, driving, singing, loving, living. They couldn't bare time apart. She was obsessed with him and he was in love with her. They romanticised each other. They wrote poetry and songs and lyrics and melodies about each other. He was hers and she was his. They belonged to each other. They smoked together and drank together and they couldn't stop. Maybe it was unhealthy. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was toxic, doomed to end badly. Maybe it'd kill them. (Maybe the drugs would.) Maybe they were being dangerous. Maybe this would be the death of them. But they didn't care. *smut warning in quite a few chapters lmaoo* published 2015

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"mi amante no me ama, ella ama los cigarrillos y la cocaína"

todas las fotos de Van McCann que no deberíamos ignorar serie; "fools gold"

" our love happens to be rarer than a can of dandy lion and burdock " ━━━ 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁𝘀 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬

A VAN MCCANN FANFICTION Time seemed to stop. I don't know how long I sat there and how long everyone else was also grieving, but someone eventually speaks up. "Radio is dead... we're going to be here a while," the voice says. I look up and see one of those boys who was sitting near me. He has dirty blond hair, and even from far away I can see how blue his eyes are.

They met, they got close, she left for New York, he wrote Cocoon.. When Lylah reconnects with her old friend Van McCann, she's hesitant and doesn't really understand how to grasp the situation. Her closet friend Scarlet drops by for an unexpected visit and soon everything turns south. Lylah faces some hard truths, ups and downs, regret, and happiness but everything turns sour once she no longer has Scarlet and ends up having multiple hangovers.. Lylah has a lot to confess.. -sexual content/explicit language/touches upon mental health