"You're a good girl, do you know that?" He exhaled deeply with a disbelieving smile, pulling me to lie next to him. "Which is probably why I find you so hot. Those innocent eyes, fuck. I was done for. I always have been." "You don't mean that." I laughed, clambering beneath the sheets. "Ah, always so skeptical. But...
Fun, frisky and grown up. Sunny's passion is playing the violin. Spending most of her days busking the day's away. But when her pride and joy gets damaged beyond repair, Sunny receives a surprising proposition from Matthew. A young university professor with powerful desires. Who has been captivated by sunny ever sin...
1:02a.m. matty borrows a cigarette from a pretty girl just to talk to her. *lowercase intended
rhiannon stumbles upon matty at a train station one night in london. she's too clueless and he's too problematic. and for some reason they think they're the perfect match.
A Matty Healy fanfiction. CW; Drug use/abuse, mention of emotional abuse/breakdowns, sexual content, foul language. ** "Your thing is doors, yeah?" "I'm Matty by the way." "I'm Archer, what's your thing, Matty?" "Cocaine."
"i'm not 18 yet," i said, despite my hormonal urges. "it's only illegal if we get caught," matty smirked at me. i didn't realize all of the trouble i would be getting into. *lowercase intended * - ** in progress of editing and adding to it ** { age gap, mental heath, drug use, & smut. }
"There is a hopelessly romantic notion that two people can meet and instantly fall in love"- Amber said inhaling her cigarette. Frankie rolled her eyes; that was utter bullshit, the thought of two people meeting and forming a bond so deep that no one could break was fairytale material for her but for some reason her...
both endlessly denying what's wrong to make each other right. **contains smut, some violence and swearing, drug use (lower case intended)