it's only pretend until someone gets hurt. © ava 2018-2019

whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

lovely, blissful manipulation. COMPLETED 2019 ( boris pavlikovksy x oc ) ( mature audiences. )

"promise?" "promise."

[fillie] ❝to count the days before your ending or to make them count? your choice.❞ in which a dying boy and a dying girl showed the universe to each other despite of constantly existing around blue-painted walls.

He traces tiny little circles on the lines of my palm, looking all so serious. "Can you really read palms?" I ask. "Yes," He says. "What's my future then?" And I swear, his eyes light up like a thousand fireflies, and a smile crosses his lips for the first time. "Us."

[fillie] ❝just so you know, you could literally write the entire webster's dictionary on my cup and i'll still read it and probably end up blushing just knowing it was written by you.❞ in which a barista and a costumer make each other's day even from a distance.

"What kind of chapstick do you use?" Finn questioned, placing his chin against the top of her head. "Peach," He licked his lips for the hundredth time that night, trying to imagine the feeling of hers against them. "Oh, well, it tastes nice," ♡ in which an angry boy is unhappy, and an unusually happy girl wishes to feel loved. •THE BEGINNING WAS WRITTEN A WHILE AGO AND IS DONE VERY POORLY! I PROMISE THAT THE STORY IMPROVES! I WILL BE EDITING IN THE FUTURE• highest rankings: #1 in ship, #1 in mileven, #20 in fillie, #14 in milliebobbybrown

He passes the tree everyday. Every day she's in it. ☆☆ When the girl in the tree finally decides to speak up, Finn is automatically intrigued by her odd way of carrying herself and the way she looks at the world. He's her first friend in a while, and there's reasons for that that Finn is unaware of. Can he handle the secret (or not so secret) that is Millie Brown?