Oh I know I love you/ so please/ throw down your hair

The story of two teens in a suicide recovery club. By @woowoowriting (who writes for Theo) and @_animus (who writes for Noelle).

oneshots. extras. writing, basically.

"I thought you were going to kiss me or something."

To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]

// DON'T READ THIS I AM WARNING YOU DO NOT READ THIS IT'S HORRIBLE AND CRINGE WORTHY AND CHEESY AF AND DEFINITELY NOT IN THE GOOD WAY AND OHMYGOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THIS PLS DON'T YOU'LL BE SAVING YOURSELF FROM HORRENDOUS WRITING AND ME FROM EMBARRASSMENT AND LITERALLY I'M JUST KEEPING THIS UP BC IT HAS 100K READS, SOMETHING I THOUGHT I'D NEVER ACHIEVE, BUT PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU, DON'T FUCKING READ IT. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU, DUDE. // "Let's go somewhere," he said. "Where?" she asked, wide-eyed. "Let's go to see the stars." *** Audrey's mother had always said he would grow up to be handsome. Handsome and dangerous. [Adventure #23 // ChickLit #47 // Teen Fiction #503]

When the school's two most notorious students are forced into spending every day for the next three months together, the results are bound to be explosive. [full summary inside] #107 in action 07/17/2016

A body positivity movement, in which Belle Moore emphasises the beauty of our birthday suits.

Hudson Ellis is good at his job. Somehow, he manages not to annoy people when he knocks at their doors and asks them to contribute to the charity he works for - instead, he gets them to sign up for sponsoring programmes and fish whatever spare change they have out of their pockets. Even the infamously tough residents of New York City are falling victim to Hudson's easy-going ways and wide smile; that is, until one woman renders him speechless with sarcastic refusals and slams her door in his face. Perhaps Hudson would be able to forget her - if it wasn't for the fact that she lives on the same floor of the next apartment over, and they both have floor-to-ceiling windows that allow for a rather generous view into each other's flats.