Willnefanfiction Stories

𝘐 𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌 𝘔𝘠 𝘌𝘠𝘌𝘚 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘐 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘉𝘌𝘓𝘐𝘌𝘝𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜'𝘙𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘚 𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘔𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘕𝘌 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘚: 𝘚𝘏𝘌/𝘏𝘌𝘙

'and now my life is sweet like cinnamon.' george if ur seeing this go away

Memeulous beats you up

Rosie McCaul has always been "too much." Too loud. Too scattered. Too emotional. Too hard work. When her relationship in Manchester cracks under the weight of words she can't unhear, Rosie does what she does best, she runs. Straight to London. Straight to space. Straight to someone who has never once made her feel like a problem to solve. WillNE wasn't supposed to be part of the healing. He was just meant to be a sofa to crash on. A safe place. A friend. But somewhere between late-night talks, colour-coded whiteboards, post-it notes stuck to kitchen cupboards, and a cat named Echo weaving between their feet, Rosie starts to realise something dangerous. Will doesn't look at her like she's too much. He looks at her like she's home. And for the first time in her life, she doesn't want to make herself smaller