Working a late night shift at your local McDonalds, you meet a dashing young man named Jeremy, and love quickly blooms between the two of you....😳💖💖 Reader is gender neutral ☺️😘😘😘😘💕💕💕

At first glance, nobody would be able to tell that Nathaniel Jean had a problem. Or second glance, or third, or fourth. After all, he had everything. He was a captain of his school's soccer team and one of the top players in the state. He had a big house and money to spend. He had family, he had friends, he had fun, he had faith. He never meant for it to happen. He never wanted to look at another man in the way he should have been looking at a woman. The idea had disgusted him for most of his life - living in a heavily Catholic town with heavily Catholic parents, homophobia was the only response he knew. That didn't change when he first realized that he didn't like girls. No, Nathaniel Jean was still homophobic. He hated the idea of a man sleeping with another man. He was raised on the notion that all gays went to hell, and he believed it. He despised them, and so he despised himself. Nathaniel Jean was more fortunate than most, because help did arrive for him. Help by the name of Lucas Morgan, they boy he'd always known but never known. The boy with big dreams and bigger talent. The boy that changed Nathaniel's life over the course of their thirty-six week long senior year.

One was living the normal life of a teenager, hanging out with his friends, playing games and falling in love with temporary crushes that he knew he'd never even talk to. But his entire life was quickly shaken and ruined after a new "alien" race, the Xenthonians, landed on Earth in their towering spaceships, planting themselves in the Earth's major cities. The arrival of the Xthon, the largest ship of the Xenthonians, landed in New York, which just so happened to be One's home state. Great. Thus, One's long journey to eventually becoming a (somewhat) demigod began. Overtime, he's forced to reveal everything, his secrets, his thoughts, everything that makes him...him. And finding a new set of people, and even a boyfriend that he can confide and snuggle with, he finds that his life has taken a huge turn...but is it for the better or the worse? (First story!) Began writing in October 2017.

(Part of the Numbers Universe) Nine was different than everyone else. He wasn't human, he wasn't straight, and he didn't think like everyone else. He couldn't act on any of his feelings or show the world what he was really made of. Suddenly, the world started to change and he gave up on trying to hide his true nature. The cold, angry, teenager that Nine has been holding back for years was finally about to erupt to the surface again, and it wasn't going to be elegant. His ability to control the Elements were about to make an appearance again, and this time they'd be making much more than just a tornado. But when his long-time crush, a shy, though not very normal boy named Aiden, as well as his stepbrother, Nathan, finally start to express interest in him, he's torn between completely going off on his own and fighting like he's always thought of doing, or giving up his angry spirit for the love of his family. He's sworn to both and making a choice might just tear him in half. Literally. His choice could mean the end of millions of lives or just the end of his own.

Broken boys break hearts.

In a universe created by a mysterious force, 8 Colors were created; Blue, Red, Yellow, Green, Purple, Grey, Black, and White. Each of the colors controls a specific part of reality, including reality itself. But when they're attacked by a creation of The Creator, they're scatted across the galaxy, without any way to locate each other. Blue finds himself on earth, reborn as a young 14-year-old boy, and he plans to search the entire earth and galaxy for his fellow colors. As he's searching, he notices something odd. Beings from another universe are crossing over, and they're out to use him and the Xythonians to return back to their home. He's left alone with only his power and his Prism, the power of time.