[THIS IS A SAMPLE] Read the full story on Radish fiction. The link is in my Wattpad Bio. ---- Alexander isn't your typical nerd. He'll say what he wants, do what he wants, and verbally bash you while doing it. That's what Travis, a soccer player assigned to be tutored by Alexander, hates most about him. Confusing feelings, a drunken party, and a month of tutoring was all it took to get Travis to realize he was head over heels for the sharp-tongued Alex. Now, if only he knew where Alex's sarcasm switch was.

Luke Adams is everything your girlfriend wants you to be. He's smooth, charming, insanely attractive, and undoubtedly the best guy on the basketball team. He treats dating almost like another homework assignment he's required to complete. Until Emery Scott comes along. A transfer student from Indiana, Emery is quiet, and sweet, and Luke just cannot understand the feeling he gets in his stomach every time Emery walks by. But does Luke actually have the courage to maintain a relationship, especially such a complicated one? boyxboy

Broken boys break hearts.

WATTPAD FEATURED STORY Daniel Evans is trying not to let his crush on Jonah Clarke get in the way of their new found friendship, because Jonah Clarke is definitely not gay. Placed third in the Valentine's Day Contest hosted by @taygetsthegay

Nathen Dawson is so in love with his girlfriend, Tracy. The two of them are as happy as any couple can be, and there is literally nothing that can get in the way of their love. Well....at least that's what Nathen thought. That's what he thought until someone who has been there for him his entire life starts to end up in the picture. That someone is none other than his best friend, Trevor. Confused and trapped in a serious love-triangle, Nathen begins to hide much more from his girlfriend. What his girlfriend doesn't know....is that he's also in love with his best friend. His male best friend. (boyxboy)

"Your name is Kenneth Kentucky and you work at McDonalds?" I glared at him, "Would you like Fries with that?" He began laughing hysterically and I sighed impatiently, waiting for him to stop. Suddenly, he stopped and then, putting both his hands on the counter, staring right into my eyes, he whispered, "I'd like Fries with you." My eyes widened as it slowly registered that Golden Boy McHarden had just openly flirted with me.

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.

This is the story of how Karkat Vantas marched into your life, made you you fall ass over teakettle for him, and all the aftermath of that beautiful mess. .. Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck. Homestuck is owned by Andrew Hussie. I only own this AU and OC's put in for storyline purposes (they are rare and always minor) (CHECK TAGS F9R TRIGGERING T9PICS)

Whoever it was that said that money can't buy you happiness had hit the nail smack dab on its head. Ellis Carmichael had made his millions before the age of twenty. His patented internet site, hotexpectations.com was almost an overnight success. It was the main go to social site for gay men to meet and mingle; a very exclusive member's only website where the gay and bi-curious Sugar Daddies discreetly used to hook up with the Sugar Babies of their dreams. Now, a little over ten years later with thousands of matches made, making Ellis one of the wealthiest bachelors out there. He is now 34 years old, still single, and feeling very much alone at the top of his world. Ellis' mood took a nosedive with the realization that the holidays fast approaching and with it came all the festivities that just seemed to rub salt deeper into the gaping wound of his lonely heart. Especially Christmas, a day that only served to remind him of just how alone he was and he vowed to skip the tortuous celebrations this year altogether. All those happy people putting themselves in debt buying gifts, all the music and decorations, and especially all the happy couples and loving families on every corner you turn. That was Ellis' plan until one frigid evening after leaving his office; his driver and car nearly plowed over a little vagrant with stunning green eyes trying to cross the busy city street. Ellis' heart may be a little jaded but he was human, and he stopped to make sure that the boy who was literally swimming in his much larger threadbare jacket was uninjured. The little beauty was protectively clutching a little collection pot for the homeless. And something inside of Ellis had to make sure the young man was alright. Little did Ellis realize that he has just run into his Christmas Miracle...There will be no Bah Humbug for him or his little green eyed elf this year.

He looked over at me in the dimness, fingers loose in my grip. "You are hurting me," he said, without interest. He had caked powder on his already pale skin, all of one shade except for points made by a hot pencil. Though it was no longer the mode at court, the new fashion more ostentatious and overdrawn, he still favored it, and as I did. My fingers crept up his wrist. I felt rough punctures, half healed and raw, a scattering of them, and I pulled. Laurent could not resist, weakened by the drawing of his blood. My vocal cords had been severed by the younger one's teeth, and so I could not speak, but I pushed up his sleeve, the luxury of his white linen, and found his arm colored like a polluted river. I touched the bites with my fingertips, ten, fifteen, twenty. "I have felt your judgment already," L whispered, trying to pull his arm back, "I have felt it these now two hundred years. Judgment judgment. Cry not. Is it pity? You are a cold thing, without heart, to judge me for what I do. Prideful toad." His arm muscles worked against my grip beneath his blood bruised skin. "Unhand me. Wretched, lye-broken flesh." After a time, he made a sound like a trapped fox, a dying child's keen, and gave up, lying back on the bed such that his hair fell across my face. My other hand found his neck and stroked him. "You will not know what it feels like, good heart," he said to me, softly, doing me one of his gentle nips of an insult, "for love to change you in an instant." He relaxed under my stroking, and his tone softened. "I only meant to help him die." ** After his untimely death, the story of the vampire "L" comes together. Devotees tell the story from many points of view across history, painting a portrait of a man crushed by great loves, desperation, and the indifferent march of time. featured 3/9/16 complete 8/31/16 Editing, as of 5/11/2018. Log: 0/129 chapters edited. 0 added. Cover by @ferret-bird