R E A D ▶︎ I N T R O D U C T I O N "How did you know it was me you needed to show around?" "My dad said to look for a good looking boy with bold green eyes and black floppy hair." "So you think I'm good looking." He said. Archie stared at him for a split second, his mouth turning up into a slight smirk before letting out a chuckle of bemusement. "Goodbye." He called before rushing down the hallway. *** The boy had been nameless for as long as he could remember, which despite being 17 years old, is only five years. He was an odd boy to try and get to know. He talked in absolutes, specifically in old English, barely ate, and the only things he seemed to love was Seattle, books, words, and the rain. Archie, on the other hand, was the son of Fred Andrews, the nameless boy's social worker. He was adventurous, different, and to the boy's surprise, cute. Archie was probably the first person the boy had ever come across that stared at him with such neutrality as he did regularly. The boy found that intriguing. Will an encounter of obvious indifference on the boy's first day at school bud into something more? *** ▶︎ ?/?/? ◼︎ ?/?/? DistressInDisguise©

Smut, Angst, Fluff and all other shit you want for BoyXBoy oneshots You're so fricking welcome... Prepare your holy water and find a confession box

When opposites attract, love for Seungri and Taeyang turns into a whole different story...

He is stuck in the sand of regret and self-filth, and then the salty sea waves crash to let another soul in, to remind Jiyong that while he may think that his hands are not pretty, someone else does. "They are not pretty", he shakes, and there is saline coming out, streaming out of his eyes like a leaky faucet, in the form of tears, and then he continues, "but I don't even want them to be pretty. I just want them to be norm--" "They're not normal, or pretty, Ji", a comforting squeeze, a reassuring warmth, "they're special." Kisses on gaunt knuckles, butterfly flutters of the heart--but it's all too late because the ticking time is up.

Just my OTP being cute and all that jazz. appreciate my generic romance. Kay thanks, bye :p

Namjoon was not the way he was but after people leaving him he became possessive not just only on things but on a sertain pink headed boy

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, "You're a bar preformer.. So why do you want a gig at a candy store? It's a bit out of style for a rapper and singer to do their thing at a candy store, don't you think?" The question seemed to hang in the air along with the quizzical tone in Namjoon's voice. Yoongi soon smiled at the question, looking up at the taller man as he spoke, "Lets just say that I want a sweeter gig. I'm tired of the drunken ones." *sugamon fanfic *A little Vkook and JinMin on the side *possible nsfw?

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