"Hey, it's lukeisapenguin from club penguin. I don't know if you remember me, but we got married at the lighthouse about ten years ago."

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 ©

When a young prince is obliged to leave his castle in order to learn how to rule his kingdom properly, he realises the world is not how he imagined it to be and seeing only good in people can put you in more danger than you think. When two very different worlds collide, each of them has something to learn from the other as they embark on a journey of survival, fighting for justice, and dealing with the pain neither of them was prepared for. This is the story of betrayal, discovery, loss, and most importantly, love in its many forms. No translations allowed!

❝He was filled with both the best and worst things; bad and good, but that's what tempted me. To think that he could both fix my soul and, also, that his needed fixing.❞ in which she must make a choice for herself; whether to live or to exist. ☁ {set in 1850.} ☁ © purelyhxrry c o m p l e t e d .

maybe he can help me touch.

❝ 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆. ❞ [ SOCIAL MEDIA • REAL LIFE ] [ TOM HOLLAND x FEMALE OC ] [ FIRST BOOK OF MATCHMAKER SERIES ] © coupsea 2017

“why are you at the park at three in the morning?” “i could ask you the same thing, sweetheart.” all rights reserved © 2015 | awemichael {completed}

[ C O M P L E T E D ] ❝ I'M NOT SOME HAPPY-GO-LUCKY FAN OF YOURS, TOM. ❞ ☆☆☆ [ TOM HOLLAND SOCIAL MEDIA/REAL LIFE FIC ] ( cover made by @goodhYOUman )

The hall is still a little bit crowded but no one is paying attention to the girl with the crazy I-just-had-sex hair and no panties under her skirt. I can't believe what just happened and I never will. I had sex with the one and only Harry Styles. Highest rank: #1 in Fanfiction.

in which a silent boy expresses himself through a fraying journal. all rights reserved © 2015 | awemichael { sequel to shrug }