// Klance >> This is my first official fic and it's really bad. After being dared to fool around with Takashi Shirogane's little brother, Keith Kogane, Lance quickly learns that he has bitten off quite possibly more than he can chew. In the end, will he allow himself to fall in love or will he break the heart of someone who learned to trust him most? !! mentions of abuse + other things, please read with caution if you're easily triggered !!

Bella was just regular college student enrolled at the Washington DC Performing Arts University. Everything was perfectly normal... until the day she realized that one of her professors was also her childhood idol and "celebrity" crush. Follow the story of Bella and Julian as they conquer old lovers, forbidden relationships, and breaking free of their pasts.

"Please accept my love letter for you Keith!" "Sorry, I don't accept things from dumb people." ------- Lance McLain has been in love with Keith Kogane for 2 years now. It was 'love at first sight' as he claims. Sadly, there's no chance between them, Keith is the smartest guy in the school,most popular, and most adored, while Lance on the other hand is a clumsy, 'dumb' person. Keith is way out of his league... until a turn of events happen and Lance is suddenly forced to live in Keith's family house. Maybe that'll change Keith's feelings towards Lance? Maybe it won't? Who knows! [inspired by a anime!!!! I don't take credit for the idea of the story!]

cover art ; gghostkking (tumblr) "Now what?" Keith asked, tapping his desk. Lance's eyes shot up for a second, his mouth quivering, struggling to open. He knew he'd have to tell Keith sooner or later, and no matter how much he wanted to choose later, he had to do it now- he had his chance. He opened his mouth, gulping. "Keith," The boy began, his head lifting up towards the camera. Keith looked up from making coffee, running a hand through his mopped hair. "Hm?" "I have something to tell you," The paladin inhaled, closing his eyes for a moment. Keith waited for his response, looking back down to continue his coffee as he hummed to himself. Lance struggled to pull the words out of his throat, his hands shaking as he tried to balance himself. Calm down, he thought, you can do it. Keith patiently waited, sitting in silence as he poured his coffee into a mug. Lance felt a rock in his stomach, weighing him down. You have to do it, you already started. "Keith," He paused, "I'm gay." In which the Paladins return to Earth and start a group chat. [ #173 in fan fiction ]

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Have you ever felt overwhelmed by the number of sides to a story, the number of words to make up a description or even the number of thoughts needed to execute an idea? Have you ever had the fear of judgement, or been haunted by the thought of speaking your mind, yet still have the urge to sing at the top of your lungs? That's what writing feels like to me. I guess some things are just better left unsaid...

Georgia and her close friends fianlly take a trip of a life time! Well, it's true... until disaster strikes.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

in a world where your moods are visible above your head, displayed through pictures and icons, it's impossible to hide your true feelings. however dan howell seems to be lacking this. labelled as an emotionless freak, dan is outcasted because his moods are never visible. that is, until an endlessly happy boy named phil wonders why.

Phil Lester is sweet and cute; known for his kindness and enthusiasm. Dan Howell is a tough, cold outsider; known as the school's stereotypical 'bad boy'. But if he's so bad, then why on earth did he rescue Phil Lester and give him a smile which would melt anyone's heart?