��������

In another life, I would be your girl We keep all our promises, be us against the world In another life, I would make you stay So I don't have to say you were the one that got away... . . . 2 years have passed since Trixie and Katya saw each other for the last time. Everything is going well for both of them, or at least they think so. They thought they forgot each other and their past after leaving the city, but that will be tested when by a twist of fate they return to their city of origin at the same time... Although there are no coincidences when it comes to soulmates. PART 2 of "the only exception", you need to read the first one to catch up!

A trixya love story Beatrice aka Trixie owns a multimillion dollar company along with a lost/broken dream. Yekaterina aka Katya owns a creative soul and lost hope. Both have baggage. They both also hold the key to the other's happiness in the form of a shoulder to cry on, motivation, cheesy texts, bad jokes, pints of ice cream and laughs. Will they take the keys or walk away from the locked door? One tells a story of finding who you are and how to move on after you've made mistakes. A story of picking up broken pieces and putting them back together. While letting people in. Finding friends along the way and learning that they won't leave you no matter how bad you think it is. The other tells the story of chasing your dream even if you are given the world and all of it's gold. Rising to your own standards and walking the path you want to pave. While laughing and growing as the person you want. Both stories connect and the new story as a whole is filled with laughs, tears, love, fights, growth, hope and lots of cake pops and granddad jokes. I do not own the rights to any of these lovely characters❤💕❤ (Completed Story)

"Oh, we have a newcomer. What's your name, sweetie?" The counselor asked the girl. "Hey everyone, I'm Trixie Mattel." The girl told them, speaking in a far more confident tone than the blue eyed girl had expected her to. "Do you want to tell everyone why you are here? Take your time, we all know it's a big step." Their meeting leader said. Katya was dying to know the answer, for what could this girl possibly be addicted to? She didn't seem like the type to do drugs, maybe alcohol but not enough to get her sent here. Katya could see her being a video game addict, but would that be enough to get the girl to go to a meeting with a bunch of people in their twenties who were mainly recovering drug addicts and alcoholics? Doubtful. Maybe she was a shopaholic? Or used those academic skills on online gambling and got hooked? The answer was none of the above, and quite possibly the last alternative Katya would have ever suggested the cotton candy haired mathlete was addicted to. "I'm a nymphomaniac." A/N: HUGE SMUT WARNING

You were roommates for about a year, friends far longer, and hated to admit the affect the would-be Russian had on you. As a model, you met through work and when invited onto a shoot for her newest video, things change entirely for you both. A sometimes angsty, sometimes fluffy, sometimes (hopefully) funny X Reader story dreamt up by a deliriously bored fangirl. Pronouns for queens change according to whether they are in drag or not. CONTENT WARNINGS: - allusions to self harm and addiction - some smut, poorly written - loads of angst bc how else do I cope with crushing reality? - female reader (I am female so I really only know to write from woman's perspective)

The second book of the BiaDore SHEERAN series. Inspired by the singles from Ed Sheeran's debut studio album "+" (pronounced "plus") 1. The A Team 2. You Need Me, I Don't Need You 3. Lego House 4. Drunk 5. Give me Love - - - C O M P L E T E D - - - D I S C L A I M E R This story is licensed for your personal enjoyment and for the author's sense of accomplishment only. This is a work of F I C T I O N. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents resembling the real world are only used in fictitious manner. This story has no affiliation or whatsoever with the personal lives of the actors who were used as characters. The cast of characters were only stated to depict an image of the character's physique. Any likeness to actual events may be used for the proper flow of the story. To clarify once more, this is purely fictional. This material may also contain serious topics and themes, which may not be advisable for children to read except under the very vigilant guidance and presence of an adult. So, read at your own risk. You've been warned and would still be warned as each M rated chapters approach. Another thing, please keep an open-mind with regards on reading this story. If you have a distaste for it, please, stop at the very moment you finish reading this disclaimer but you're gonna miss out on a great story. Your loss, sorry. Any comments - feel free to swing by my inbox or just simply hit up the comment section - no worries. Copyrights 2019. All rights reserved. ✍🏻: TITUSGREY "Not because we are gay, we are not human. We're just like you - with the same rights and same internal structure. We also have hearts and we also get hurt. So, no to HATE, just LOVE. 🏳️‍🌈💜💙✨"

*This story will probably be a trigger warning for some. Read with caution* *All of the Russian words I did on GoogleTranslate* Each girl on the teen ward had a different illness. The nurses didn't understand. They hated us. They thought we were crazy. But we weren't.

~*~This is a collaboration with @xxxFALLEN___angelxxx. I am really excited about this!~*~ Bianca and Katya are completely in love with Adore and Trixie respectively. When they get the balls to admit that Adore and Trixie shock them both. A story of longing and kicking yourself for not saying how they feel before. ~*~TRIGGER WARNING~*~ Look y'all may be triggered by something in this story so this is a warning that I'll give before you even start this story! Please if you love or hate the story tell us! We love your engagement! Guess what this is our story and not yours so may not like everything don't get butthurt Barbra! :P

I pull back from the kiss to see Trixie smile so wide that my heart has a miniature malfunction. "You have glitter on your face young man." I say putting on my old man voice. "Maybe that was my goal the whole time baby." •Save Me series Triggers Etc• There's smut, drug use, cuteness, swearing excessively, heartbreak (unfortunately I also now have to add death (and a very large nod to suicide and suicidal thoughts(and rape.....))) and probs more that I have forgotten. Be careful. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING FOR MOST TRIGGERS! I encourage you to engage with the story. Comment your opinions, jokes or correct my typos. Or just say 'I... just farted.' I will normally respond. I also realise the timeline is fucked. And that I'm a bad author who does't care for the readers feelings. Sorry bout it.

You were out of time, money and options, and so there you stood, desperate and broke, in front of the strip club. You had to go through with this interview or you were homeless. Down those stairs laid your future, greedy eyed men with too much money, and the devil herself. Could you get on the good side of a manager who seemed to hate you? Would you ever stop feeling sick of old, perverted men staring at you? And who was the person who kept leaving you gifts anonymously? AU where Trixie and Katya are biological women. Basically just an outlet for smut.

"Stay!" I grabbed his arm as he turned to leave. "Please." In all honesty there was a part of me that wanted him to say no. My mind was split into two parts. • "Stay! Please." I found myself repeating him. "I wasn't leaving. I'm just getting you some dry clothes." The person in the room said before leaving my side and retuning moment later. • Cover is original broken art. Instagram in my bio. • There's smut, drug use, cuteness, swearing excessively, heartbreak (unfortunately I also now have to add death (and a very large nod to suicide and suicidal thoughts(and rape.....))) and probs more that I have forgotten. Be careful. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING FOR MOST TRIGGERS! I encourage you to engage with the story. Comment your opinions, jokes or correct my typos. Or just say 'I... just farted.' I will normally respond. I also realise the timeline is fucked. And that I'm a bad author who does't care for the readers feelings. Sorry bout it.