"You're staring." Adriana stated, snapping Cedric out of his thoughts. "Sorry" he said quickly, shaking his head. Adriana sighed and closed her book, looking at Cedric as he watched the horses mess around. She cleared her throat and stood up in front of Cedric. "Kiss me." Adriana said, lifting Cedric's chin up with her index finger. "What?" "Kiss me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ extremely messy plot ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ lil smut-filled story full of plot twists, a tab bit of fluff, partying, drinking, and more 0: messy plot. don't expect this story to be perfect cuz it isn't ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ started : 02/13/21 finished : ??/??/??

Luka Couffaine x Reader. Adrien Agreste always got what he wanted, even the chance to attend public school, while (Y/n) Agreste was left behind. However, when she finally wins the fight against her father to attend too, she meets someone. Luka Couffaine has the same heartbroken eyes as (Y/n), but they are in two different worlds. Luka's involves music, family, and a relationship he knows isn't right for him. (Y/n)'s involves her hard work, writing, and the house she is caged by. When the two meet each other's worlds, they begin to find out what real love is. But real love causes harm too. And sometimes it breaks you more than being unloved. ~ #2 in miraculousladybug #4 in chatnoir I don't own any of the Miraculous characters or plot in this story, but other characters and plot belong to me.

"where we love is home" © 2014, all rights reserved aesthetics93

when a girl from Ilvermorny accidentally sends a picture to a flustered boy in Hufflepuff. a social medic x real life fanfic; cedric diggory

"I FELL IN LOVE WITH THE WORLD IN YOU" hermione granger x sage whitaker (oc) (top-tdh) part one - completed - (1-17) part two - completed - (18-34) part three - ongoing - (35-?)

He continues to stare as the young girl hums quietly, while keeping her eyes locked on the book in her hands. At the sound of his footsteps, she suddenly stops reading only to look up and let out a squeal, one that he found adorable. Her already rosy cheeks become even brighter. "Hello." He melts at the sound of her angelic voice and says his next words carefully, softly. "Hi sweetheart." She tilts her head to the side as he unknowingly stares at her with a certain longing. "Who are you?" "I'm Seth. What's your name?" He questions, taking a step into her room. She grins, causing two cute dimples to appear on her cheeks. "Daisy." ~ In which Seth Andrews, who is usually quiet and brooding, becomes captivated by his best friends little sister, Daisy Miller, who believes everyone has at least a little good in them.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

new tweet from @loadedrodrick! @giselleaoki has my heart based off the song come my way by housecall :) better go listen to them

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*