Troye Sivan is a 16 year old boy who loves to do art. He's also homophobic. When Tyler Oakley rocks up to the school, and sees Troye's drawing, Tyler is naturally intrigued. When the two get put together for a story, secrets are revealed, and maybe parts of themselves. Can they figure out there differences? Or will everything collapse, just like Troye's drawing of a rose? [TW] There will be no self-harm/suicidal thoughts in this story. There are flashbacks of physical abuse and language. Not sure about smut, I'll see when i get to that point. Enjoy.

A nickname that goes bitter in your mouth. Cries for help that no one listens to. Gentle hands that make you quake on the ground you're standing on. When Phil first met Nico, he thought he was a gift from the heavens. But behind the mask lies something daunting, something unnerving, that Phil never foresaw. Through his journey, he finds solace in Dan, the regular at his workplace, who seems to be the only one who sees through Nico's mask to the darkness underneath.

Gerard Way is the school's Norman Bates. He's freaky, he acts like he's constantly anticipating something, and he does taxidermy. People fear him, and quite honestly, he gets off on it. There are so many bad rumors circulating about him that even he isn't sure which ones are true. Meanwhile, Frank Iero has a reputation for himself. He's an idiot. A comedic one, especially with his friend James, but an idiot. He once came to school high off his ass and passed his math exam with flying colors. It was a dumb move, but an entertaining one. Just like when he took the dare to make Gerard Way fall in love with him. • AKA "That ONE fanfic where ray is a massive asshole" Theme Song: Paralyzed - The Used

He is lavish. Masterful. Intellectual, inexplicable, overt. Sexual. Sherlock Holmes defines extravagance. He isn't exactly the best thing for John's tireless, bland stability. John works the nine to five and tries not to lose sleep over the small things - like the labor of his fiancée's expectations, and the sirens that fill his head with noise after curfew. He finds comfort in art, and drinking. Besides the war making its presence known, slowly creeping its black tendrils into the heart of Bristol - John's life is quiet. Given that, he's not surprised when he is dragged into Sherlock Holmes's orbit. There is no manual to help him navigate the moment their eyes first meet; he presents himself as the perfect distraction, a beautiful incendiary miracle. John thinks that maybe he was hoping for this, because: Sherlock is potent, and inflammatory, and perfectly willing to make John's life hell for his own self-indulgent pleasure. With one touch, John's sense of self is corrupted. And what does it matter if the world implodes? It was never kind to them to begin with.

In here, Castiel is loved. Out there, Castiel is expendable. So why would he ever leave?

Moriarty. Sherlock. Playing gay. What could possibly go wrong?

Just a bunch of Stony one shots. Smut, angst and fluff with a few song based one shots Request are welcome either by a comment or a DM (Fan art on the cover is not mine)

Have you ever wondered why Mitsukuni 'Honey' Haninozuka is so small and never grows? & Why Takashi 'Mori' Morinozuka never let anyone other then Honey in? This is related to a very big sercet they keep and a very dark period for them. ________________________________________________ I am quite new to writing fanfiction so please try not to be mean to the characters. Honey x Mori. Shounen ai. Possible yaoi. Read to find out the sercet. Enjoy, Yukkai.

All the oneshots I write which you should 100% read as they're what I'm best at