"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and...
Barack Obama was a guest judge on the X Factor. Harry Styles was a dashing young contestant. Harry Styles may not have won the contest, but he won Barack's heart. *highest ranking: #1 in Barack Obama and #1 in Hobama, more importantly: #1 in your heart*
hi so i hasnt writed vry much fanfic b4 but i wanted to share my otp hobama with the wattpad bc it's not that well known so pls don't judge my writing bc this was written on a phone and the keyboard is v smal so i can't see werds but yes so pls enjoy i work very hard on this so enjoy :) /edit/ i rly can't belieb how m...
"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...