A story of first true love between an unsuspecting, extroverted girl and an awkward, beautifully magnetic boy. WARNING: Explicit sexuality. All Rights Reserved to styleslegend, 2018 ©

she's a fat photographer. he's an easily bruised artist. they meet when waking home from school.

"you like it when daddy calls you kitten?" (c.h)

"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

all she needed to do was complete the 8 steps that were scribbled onto the piece of notebook paper. how hard could it be?

I write about these four Australian dorks a little too much. These imagines were originally posted on my Tumblr account [5secondsofimagines.tumblr.com] until some lovely followers suggested the wonderful idea of sharing the stories on Wattpad as well. Thank you for taking the time out to read my stuff and I hope you find something you like! - Rhine

She sings when she's home alone; he asks her to keep it down. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2015 by dimplefeels