This is WDDTHWOB (wholey crud that's a long name) but with less horrible writing from freshman year. So lemme break it down. This one is a little more serious and a lot better writing style. Please feel free to check our both stories but just know this one is going to be the final copy.

*PUBLISHED as 'Tired of Being Tired, Sick of Being Sad' by Azia To *now on amazon* This is the book I wish I had when I was 12, 13, 14 and growing up until I was 20. It's the stuff I wish I told my high school self. *** This is how I feel - these are my thoughts. They're funny. They're a bit weird. They're extremely honest. And I will not be apologetic about any of this (Sorry - I'm not trying to give Canadians a bad rep here but...). All these short essays are raw and mean a lot to me. This is me handing you a key to my home, and for you to explore the parts that I have built and things that I have picked up along my journeys. You may find that my home may look a lot like yours. It's funny how we find parts of ourselves in the people we meet. Make yourself comfortable. Have a seat. Welcome. *** A collection of funny essays about hurting, loving, and healing as a teenage girl in 2018.

Hey, This can't be real. But what is real? I don't know... the white walls of this hospital seem realer than the vibrant worlds I've visited... inside a flying lion. That does look a lot dumber in writing. Good, I'm glad I'm insane, it's so much more convenient to be insane than to be stressed about my team not being able to form Voltron without me. There is no Voltron. There is no paladins. There is no Zarkon. There is no Voltron. There is no paladins. There is no Zarkon. There is no Voltron. There is no paladins. There is no Zarkon. (Cover art: Klanceshipper06 on tumblr (I think???))

"Oh my god, Keeeith," Lance wheezed. "Keith you're the best drunk space cadet I've ever seen." "Space cadet," Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance's hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance's fingers, sending shivers up Lance's arm and down his spine. "You have looong fingers," Keith murmured after a few moments. Keith's face perked up then, as if he'd just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith's pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance's ear when he spoke next. "I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance." (This is actually written on Archive On Our Own by Reader115. I love this story so much and I wanted to bring it to Wattpad. Enjoy!)

WINNER: Marvel Fanfiction Awards 2016 Best Imagines/Preferences/One Shots A collection of reader insert ( x reader) imagines/one-shots/fics of the Avengers and a few other Marvel characters. FYI: The reader dies in a couple of them, and in my universe, Steve swears sometimes. :) As per usual, I own none of the characters, as much as I may wish to. Follow me on Tumblr @imagine-assembling-the-avengers Cover art by: @OvertlyObsessed

From Wattpad to WEBTOON! Experience BITE ME like never before-now live on WEBTOON as Love Bites! Dive into unexpected twists and thrilling romance in any format you like. Werewolves and vampires don't mix, or that's what Kieran Callisto, a seventeen-year-old vampire, has believed all his life - until he falls for the Alpha's son. ***** When Kieran meets his new classmate, Mason Kane, he bristles with an unexplainable disdain. Soon it becomes apparent why: Mason is a werewolf. But when a fight turns into a sudden kiss that neither expects, Kieran's feelings for Mason turn to attraction in an instant. None of it makes sense - vampires and werewolves are supposed to be mortal enemies, so why does Kieran find Mason so irresistible? He knows that each kiss is dangerous, each bite is unpredictable...