Pia was too much of a homophobe, so a lesbian took it upon herself to teach him how to be gay.

in which the school's resident badboy helps a seemingly unattractive loser win the heart of his best friend. it sounds like a good idea at first, however, it's all fun and fake dates until somebody accidentally falls in love. a taekook fanfiction. onelasttae © 2020 boyxboy #1 // jeonjungkook #1 // bangtan #1 // #1 vmin

Corey is searching for the meaning of beauty. Dorian finds it in everything. [Posted: May 2019]

At first glance, nobody would be able to tell that Nathaniel Jean had a problem. Or second glance, or third, or fourth. After all, he had everything. He was a captain of his school's soccer team and one of the top players in the state. He had a big house and money to spend. He had family, he had friends, he had fun, he had faith. He never meant for it to happen. He never wanted to look at another man in the way he should have been looking at a woman. The idea had disgusted him for most of his life - living in a heavily Catholic town with heavily Catholic parents, homophobia was the only response he knew. That didn't change when he first realized that he didn't like girls. No, Nathaniel Jean was still homophobic. He hated the idea of a man sleeping with another man. He was raised on the notion that all gays went to hell, and he believed it. He despised them, and so he despised himself. Nathaniel Jean was more fortunate than most, because help did arrive for him. Help by the name of Lucas Morgan, they boy he'd always known but never known. The boy with big dreams and bigger talent. The boy that changed Nathaniel's life over the course of their thirty-six week long senior year.

"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared conspiratorially. "It's me, by the way."

❝Never knew loving could hurt this good.❞ When ordinary and boring Sebastian Faze meets Niko Salinger, a boy set on burning his lungs and ruining his future, Sebastian knows his whole life is bound to go somewhere different. This is a tale about two haphazardly irrelevant fucked-up teenage boys in the middle of suburbia trying to make the best of their adolescent angst-ridden years and attempting to navigate through the monotony of their dead-end lives, hoping for a once-in-a-lifetime shot at meaning something. warning: MATURE SCENES.

In the day-to-day trenches of high school, it is almost the default-setting to believe we are the main character of our own coming-of-age story. This is not wrong. It's just ours isn't the only story there is. The jocks, the nerds, the cheerleaders, the losers, the stoners, the fangirls, the skaters. Everyone's the realest most important person in existence, all of them, at the same time, first-person narrators to their own stories, stumbling into each other's plot lines, defying the status-quo, catalysts to ups and downs. A deconstruction of all the high school tropes and cliches written over the years, a deep-dive into the psyche of students trying to finish high school while going through irrevocable self-discovery, the most improbable of connections, and the insufferable pains of growing up.

When shy bartender Elliot is approached by a handsome stranger on a park bench at midnight, their unlikely attraction unravels everything they know about themselves, and the crime-ridden city around them. *** A struggling Elliot Taylor didn't expect to lay his head on a park bench to get a good night's sleep for once, away from his ruthless father and a house that never truly felt like home. He didn't expect to meet a biker that night, either. Much less Noah Black, the Vice President of the Stray Dogs Motorcycle Club. Contrary to the rumors that paint him out as a man of danger and mystery, Elliot discovers that he radiates an easy-going energy, and a flirty charm that makes him difficult to resist. Through chance encounters and sleepless nights, the two can't seem to avoid each other. And it doesn't help that Noah has a sharp eye for Elliot's bruises, especially when the last thing Elliot wants is the help of somebody else. So, how long can Elliot turn him away? How long before the electricity he feels for the man who seems to be too nosy for his own good... turns into much more than Elliot had ever expected?

I met Lucas when I was eight. He was taller than me, tougher, and with a light in his eyes that said he could do anything - be anything that he wanted to be. I'd instantly taken a liking to him, even when he pulled my shirt over my head and pushed me into the puddle that contained more ice than water, pelting me with his glove covered fists. I asked him if he had super powers, I remember saying it - coughing out a bit of blood that trickled from my nose. He'd snarled at me, given me the worst sort of look that a child could give, and I'd thought - aha, he does. As I laid in my bed for three days after, I thought of how I'd like to be as tough as him. I told Mamá how cool it was that his reflexes were so fast already, and I even told her that I thought he was going to grow up to be a superhero. "I wonder what kind of other super powers he has," I wondered aloud, blinked up at her from the sheets as she cleaned my face, "His eyes are scary, I bet he shoots lasers from them." Mamá hadn't agreed. She'd called him a blossoming brute and thrown out my oxford shoes - replaced my broken glasses with a sigh, "He's worse than your father," she chided, "stay away from wicked boys like that, Milan, they're trouble waiting to happen." It was the one time that I didn't listen to my mother. - (preview for a patreon-exclusive story. MANXMAN)