Lucifer hates Alastor. Alastor hates Lucifer. This is QUITE obvious to everyone in the hotel. But Lucifer isn't exactly in the best state. The time for his wings to molt for the month had come around . . . and so had his heat cycles. The fact that they came around at the same time for him was a rare thing in angels, and a pain in Lucifer's ass. But when a certain radio demon offers him help with both of these problems, Lucifer finds himself developing feelings he hasn't felt in a LONG time. Alastor and Lucifer hook up, both thinking it would be a one time thing . . . until it happens again. One hookup leads to another, and at some point it leads Alastor and Lucifer to begin questioning just how much they hate each other . . . and just how much they might actually enjoy the other's presence. DISCLAIMER: art is by Goldsnek on Tumblr. NOT MY ART

Content to live in his superstar twin's shadow, Evan Reed never expected to join the volleyball team-or fall for his brother's best friend. But one accidental collision sets off a whirlwind of spikes, secrets, and unexpected feelings that just might pull him into the spotlight for good. *** Evan has spent his entire life living in the shadow of his twin brother and volleyball prodigy, Ethan Reed. And to be honest? He likes it there. No expectations, no pressure, just quiet. That is, until one day he trips and falls into a boy, and subsequently triggers a highly dramatic series of events that starts with him reluctantly joining the volleyball team, and ends with him dating his brother's best friend. (And unfortunately, after all of it, he's still on the volleyball team.) *** NOW COMPLETED

"Are you going to jump off the bridge now or not?" "Are you going to stop me if I said yes?" "Of course not," "Then, what would you do?" "Probably count you off," "Wow," "Do you want me to count?" "No," "Why not?" "Because I'm not going to jump off the flippin' bridge!" *** Joshua Goldmann was seemingly the perfect boy of the perfect small town, Willowcreeks. Even so, he found himself on the edge of an abandoned bridge on one fateful night. It was supposed to be the end, not the beginning