This is going to be a short, fluffy, slightly sexy story to put a smile on your face. Cal Davids comes home to find something that would shatter his heart. Running out, he doesn't look where he is going and runs straight into the most gorgeous man he has ever set eyes on. Ricardo Devlin is probably the richest man in the country and looks like he has everything he could possibly want in life. Most that is true, apart from one small detail. Ricardo wants a Sub. He wants someone he can take of, someone he can love. Only problem is that he has a very particular taste in Subs.

Killian King; cold, distant, dominant, and possessive over what's his is top dog at school and known as the bad boy, so what happens when Finnick Green, the nerdy shy and socially awkward boy, trips into his life and creates an uproar that leaves his alpha wolf trembling.

George hasn't had an easy life after being diagnosed with autism. Going to a public school as an autistic, highly intelligent boy, he clearly notices the differences between his classmates and himself, giving him a lot of insecurity and shame about his own behaviour. As his escape, he goes to a bakery for hours a day to calm his mind, but things change when a new boy who moved is hired. Unexpectedly, and for the first time, George decides to open himself up to the new boy, Clay, while at the same time, Clay slowly starts falling for his new best friend, George. Mostly fluff with some angst every now and then! ⚠️ I wrote this book from my own experience and my own mindset, as someone with diagnosed autism, highly intelligent and ADHD. I DON'T think people with autism are childish or cute, I'm not projecting a stereotype. This is from my own struggles with autism at a public school without special needs.

❝Pizzaface ❞ That's what they called him.

Luca Bakker, a football jock with haunted eyes and a pretty Dutch accent. And Theodore Hart, a shy kid from school who works at the local pet shop. The idea that the two could ever cross paths - let alone build any sort of relationship - was almost laughable. And yet, here we are. Laughing away.

He hasn't said a word in years... His voice though, is a work of art............ I was inspired to write this when I read about a chorus in Australia which is made up of stroke victims. Although most of them can speak some and singing is a way to help improve their speech, there are some individuals who can sing but not speak at all. I hope you enjoy the story.

Adam Jones has grown up in a world that seems to be against him in every turn. He has no family to speak to. He can't hold a job. He doesn't seem to be able to stay in touch with friends. And he can't seem to find a boyfriend who loves him. After a terrible accident, Adam is left blind and has to be left in the care of his teenage crush as well as his two lovers. After growing up so independent and fearless, he can't help but feel as if his life is meant meaningless. And ironically enough, he meets someone just as miserable as he is: his new neighbor, Adrian. Adrian Kowalski hasn't been able to hold down a job in months, it's amazing he's even able to keep his apartment. His only talents remain in his art and his guitar, but that means nothing in New York. After meeting the "blind boy", he finds himself with a job of looking after him while his friends leave for work and school. And that's when the chaos begins. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Originally called "Blinding Love". ((This is a stand-alone novel; but you can read a story about the other characters in the much more shorter Double Vision.))

Aiden's life is a lonely mess of suffering and torment. He's bullied daily, and abused by his mother. He's fed up with it, and on the 52nd day of the year, he's going to give up. It's all planned. So why did that have to be the day The New Boy turned up? Why did he have to go and spoil it all? It isn't about being gay. It's about being gay, and living with it.

'There. It's done. I can walk away with my pride and the knowledge that after sixteen long years, I've finally gotten laid. (It's a pretty awesome feeling.) Before I go, though, I have to check and make sure that it's Pamela. Because let's face it: A guy has to know who he lost his V-card to. And just assuming that it was Pam isn't going to cut it. So I put the note and pen down and slowly, carefully, creep over to the ball of sheets. I was right to check. There's a tuft of white blonde hair sticking out from the top. Pamela's hair is auburn. The girl's hair is sort of short, I guess, but oh well. I slowly, carefully, lift a sheet, just to catch a glimpse of the person beneath... ...to see a guy. Looking at me calmly.'

Content of these one-shots/drabbles will be dominantly slash with a hint of this and that.