Dan Howell is an insomniac....who's scared of the dark. Only a little bit. One late night (or early morning), he decides to venture out and explore London at its quietest. He meets Phil Lester at an all-night coffee shop, and the two quickly become friends. As the friendship continues to grow, Dan has to begin facing his issues, and his feelings for Phil.

Link to the orignal: https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwjAnIyok4HYAhUJ7iYKHWcSCzAQFggpMAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Farchiveofourown.org%2Fworks%2F7454385&usg=AOvVaw2sv5_XHFZozsWAp94_pYxj I decided to upload Dirty Laundry up on wattpad for the people who can't or are having trouble with reading it on Archive of Our Own( idk why its really easy to read on there maybe you've got internet issues i don't know) The one change i made was changing the last names to the cannon ones. nothing else was changed. And now its gone. Sorry i didnt want to have to do that but you know.

Tony nie ma wielu powodów do zmartwień - jest szkolną gwiazdą sportu, ma piękną dziewczynę i rzeszę przyjaciół, lada moment spodziewa się przyjęcia na uniwersytet. Wszystko idzie idealnie po jego myśli dopóki na jego drodze nie staje Preston - szkolny dziwak i odludek. UWAGA! Tematyka YAOI [związki męsko-męskie]. Może się też pojawić rzucanie mięskiem [sporadycznie] i +18 [o tym będę ostrzegać na bieżąco - z możliwością pominięcia]. najwyżej: #16 W DLA NASTOLATKÓW [18/10/2017] #22 W DLA NASTOLATKÓW [16/10/2017]

A relationship between Ciel Phantomhive and a Male Shota reader. What could go wrong? Cover made by: Star-sama

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS BOYXBOY SMUT. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NOTICE: This story only uses the characters and little to none of the plot of MTV'S popular series, Teen Wolf. The rest is made up by me, therefore, is owned by me so please don't copy this. Thank you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You heard the story Little Red Riding Hood, but have you ever heard the story of Little Red, Little Red? A Sterek twist to the old fairy tale that we all know and love.

Steve postanawia odnaleźć Bucky'ego i za wszelką cenę wrócić mu wspomnienia. Rozdziały co wtorek.

Przed rokiem życie Logana wyglądało zupełnie inaczej. Miał osobę, którą musiał się opiekować. Od śmierci rodziców stali się z Williamem nierozłączni, a wystarczył jeden dzień, by to wszystko się zmieniło. Zniknięcie kolejnej bliskiej osoby sprawiło, że Logan został zupełnie sam. Zaczął żyć pracą, nie potrafił nawet wejść do pokoju brata, który od jego śmierci stał nietknięty. Do klasy, której wychowawcą jest Logan trafia wesoły chłopak. Nauczyciel postanawia pomóc mu i jego koleżance pokonać innych w konkursie z angielskiego. Szybko jednak okazuje się, jak bardzo Amek przypomina mu Willa. Czy jednak aby na pewno jest dla niego tylko wspomnieniem szczęśliwej przeszłości?

Erik has disappeared into the unknown, vanished after he was exposed as a mutated tyrant on national television. The Whitehouse is in ruins and the world is in hysteria after the exposure of advanced beings. Mutants are in more danger than ever before, Erik, Charles and Raven's faces were broadcast internationally. Charles has returned home with Hank, and relapsed into his mindless alcohol fueled, mind-numbing drugged up ways; tumbling back into a crippling depression. Erik cannot be trusted to be left alone, scheming and dreaming up a new strategic master plan to rid the world of the un-mutated "Neanderthals", and replenish his squad of mutants -- with his own children: Wanda and Pietro. He must be found and stopped before he gets the chance to strike again and vanquish all hope of redemption. Charles dreams of bringing Erik back in and teaching him how to use his power for good; to teach him that being a mutant is a gift, not a curse; to teach him that just because someone stumbles - loses their way, it doesn't mean they are lost forever. But to ever foster any hope of restoring Erik to his former pacifistic glory, he must accept his own gifts and use them; no matter how much it pains him. He must suffer for the sake of others: for the sake of Erik. How much would you sacrifice for others? How much would you suffer for those you love? To what lengths would you go to try and reclaim the un-claimable?

~ W A T T P A D F E A T U R E D ~ A Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton origin story. ❝My name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova and I work for the KGB. But my life is something of a lie. I work for no one. I work for myself. And I always work alone. I have a very specific skill set. I have charm. I have wit. I have sex appeal. I play to the common weaknesses of men, pulling them in on an invisible thread, ensnaring them in my inescapable web and striking mercilessly like a poisonous spider. For that reason, they call me the Black Widow. I'm cunning, ruthless and utterly unstoppable. I am a one woman fighting machine. I can do more damaged unarmed than most people could do armed. ❞ ❝My name is Clinton Francis Barton and I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm the deadliest agent they have on a squad of suits and scientists. I'm the masked vigilante with a bow and arrow and I never miss. I have keen eyes. I have perfect aim. I have agility. I can shoot down any adversary from any distance, and they never see me coming. They call me Hawkeye, because I have the vision of a bird of prey and I strike just as precisely. I'm strong, I'm dexterous and utterly remarkable. I'm a one man invasion. I can cause more destruction with a Palaeolithic weapon than most people can do with a gun.❞ Two nomadic souls; one American, one Russian. Completely unlike one another. Or so they think. This is a tale of prejudice, politics and passion in Budapest. #60 in Fanfiction (23/10/2015)

POPRAWA ROZDZIAŁÓW. ZA WSZELAKIE BŁĘDY PRZEPRASZAM. Cóż za kruche losy przypadły Polsce w latach okupacji. Szare, mgliste ulice, które niepewnie prowadziły na niemieckie branki. Germanizacja, szerząca się niemiłosiernie, celnie strzelając do marzeń Polaków o wolność i niepodległość. Pochmurne niebo co noc opowiadało jakim bogato historycznym krajem jest Polska, a każda łza spływająca po policzku przypominała o niezłomności. ~ Znów będziesz szedł z ciężkim karabinem, Nie bacząc na los, ataki odpieraj, I strzał oddaj w dal, chowając za murkiem, Naszą bogatą historię i kraj. 12# Historyczne-6.01.2016 8# Historyczne- 16.01.2016 6# Historyczne- 29.01.2016