Coffee And Guitar Strings (Dan Howell Fanfic)
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Strawberry
A scent. A scar. A slow-burning fucking romance dressed as nostalgia. It started with a fruit. Not love, not sex - a goddamn strawberry. The kind that looks like it's been kissed by every shade of red your childhood never had. He didn't share it. Didn't speak of it. Just tasted it once, and carried the ache ever since. Years later, she walked in - smelling exactly like that forgotten sweetness. Not perfume. Not fantasy. Just... truth. Sharp, quiet, terrifying truth. The kind that crawls under your skin and whispers remember me when you least want to. He lied to her face. About himself. About the million ways he'd already started unraveling. But she knew. Women like her always know. She stared at him like sin dressed in judgment - and touched his wrist like she already owned his pulse. And he? He was fucked. Because she wasn't just beautiful. She was red. That memory. That craving. And no matter how much he pretended to be in control - she was already in his bloodstream. This isn't a love story. It's a slow possession. By scent. By memory. By her. And it ends exactly how it starts - with him on his knees, and her smelling like fucking strawberries.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
HIM_How We Fell In Love
Where is the line between love and addiction? How far can we shape ourselves for someone else before we lose who we truly are? Nika has always lived according to the expectations of others-until she met Blake, the boy who gave her freedom, excitement, and a whole new world. A life she had always longed for. Blake represents both freedom and danger for her. Being close to him feels as natural as breathing, yet at some point, the air itself can become heavy. Her relationship with him is beautiful and thrilling, but at any moment, it could shatter.
burning boundaries : Enemies To Lovers
She was a cheerful sunshine girl While he was from grey She hated his icy presence not knowing how much it soothes her He craves her warm presence beside being in dark lies his whole life... He was son off most powerful people in city Has everything he wanted She was just a normal girl with big dreams of becoming piano artists Both meet again at city's most elite school Her by scholarship Him by his money She was chased by nightmare her whole life for what his family did...and he was so blind to see
The beast's curse. (Beast boy x Raven)
All he wanted was somebody that understood and she wanted to not feel this loneliness.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
¿There really isn't... a reason?
Raven went through a trauma, which causes her to act differently. Everyone notices, but nobody says anything until, Beastboy, Became curious.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
My Miserable Life
"He was a storm I never asked for.I was the silence he loved to break..." Rank 1 in Innocent love. 12/08/2025. Rank 2 in Breaking. 13/01/2026. Rank 2 in Tears. 14/01/2026.
𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓬//𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓸𝔂//𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 1&2
He had an image that most would describe as criminal, evil, disrespectful and coldhearted. He never cared for it much but deep down inside it hurt. She was the perfect girl to change that. She was an angel in the public eye and everyone adored her and her kind heart whereas, he was just ruthless and careless, that had to change so they did it for the public.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
Her Devil His Amore
He should have slit her throat. She should have stabbed his heart. Instead he pushed her against the wall, and she pulled him closer. Enemies? Yes. But under the sheets, they only knew how to play death game.
A scent. A scar. A slow-burning fucking romance dressed as nostalgia. It started with a fruit. Not love, not sex - a goddamn strawberry. The kind that looks like it's been kissed by every shade of red your childhood never had. He didn't share it. Didn't speak of it. Just tasted it once, and carried the ache ever since. Years later, she walked in - smelling exactly like that forgotten sweetness. Not perfume. Not fantasy. Just... truth. Sharp, quiet, terrifying truth. The kind that crawls under your skin and whispers remember me when you least want to. He lied to her face. About himself. About the million ways he'd already started unraveling. But she knew. Women like her always know. She stared at him like sin dressed in judgment - and touched his wrist like she already owned his pulse. And he? He was fucked. Because she wasn't just beautiful. She was red. That memory. That craving. And no matter how much he pretended to be in control - she was already in his bloodstream. This isn't a love story. It's a slow possession. By scent. By memory. By her. And it ends exactly how it starts - with him on his knees, and her smelling like fucking strawberries.
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