*C O M P L E T E D* "This isn't like that stupid book, Oliver." "What do you mean by that?" "I mean this isn't a love story." - - - - Oliver Green is smart. With a dream of becoming a successful doctor, Oliver is always studying in hopes of attending Harvard medical school one day. A regular volunteer at the local animal shelter and a busy tutoring schedule keeps him busy. Benjamin Jones is an athlete. As captain and quarterback of the Eastside High School football team, he is well known as the 'it' boy of the school. Ben didn't think much of school, football was his entire life and all he could see himself doing in the future was playing at a D1 school before being drafted into the NFL. When Ben is in danger of being kicked off of the football team due to his slipping biology grade, Oliver is asked to tutor him. The unlikely pair get off to a rocky start, but as the two get to know one another, they find themselves never wanting tutoring to end. - - - - Top Rankings! #1 - lgbtfiction #1 - boyxboy #1 - nerdxjock #1 - nerd #1 - lgbtrights #2 - friendstolovers #2 - football ☆ #4 - lgbt ☆ #5 - tutoring #8 - teenfiction #10 - love #11 - gay #13 - tutor #13 - bxb

[BXB] in which a boy leaves his love letters in the wrong person's locker. ↬ Kairo Alden has been pining for fellow classmate Alexandria Miller for as long as he can remember. Finally, with some persuasion from his friends, he decides to step out of his comfort zone and leave love letters in her locker. Only problem? He ends up leaving them in Alexander Rhodes' locker instead. milestones: 6/25/20 - #3 in bxb 7/03/20 - #3 in QUESTIONING 7/06/20 - #3 in LGBTQ 7/06/20 - #2 in QUESTIONING

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN