"Very good, Wesley," he breathed, the warm air fanning across the merchant captain's face. "Now I suggest you listen closely because I don't do this very often." Wesley curiosity grew, though he kept a healthy degree of skepticism as he listened to the pirate. "I'm prepared to offer you a deal." "What kind of deal?" he asked, his heart racing. "I seem to have found something that I want even more than your ship's cargo," he said with an unsettling smirk. "And I am prepared to let what remains of your crew sail free if I get it." "Name your price," Wesley said, at this point ready to agree to anything if his crew would live. Valentine reached out and tilted Wesley's head up so he could get a better view of it. His smirk seemed to grow as he let one little word slip through his lips. "You." *This is an LGBTQ+ story*

❝can you stop blasting chase atlantic so damn loudly at 3am?❞ ❝depends, can you stop crying so damn loudly at 3am?❞ 〤 caleb just made the decision to get his own apartment so he could get some time away from his family and live closer to his university as well. however, there seems to be just one problem. every morning at 3am, the boy next door begins to blast his chase atlantic playlist loud enough for the entire colony to hear and it's begun to get on caleb's nerves. 〤 lowercase intended. (completed) . milestones: #1 in MXM - 5/30/2020 #1 in BOYXBOY - 6/1/2020 #1 in BXB - 6/1/2020 #3 in LGBTFICTION - 6/11/2020 #2 in GAY - 6/13/2020 #1 in GAY - 6/15/2020 1M reads - 8/13/2020 #3 in LGBT - 8/17/2020

Watson Young has always been a bright kid, no one could deny that, but even the most intelligent people can make the dumbest mistakes. Keep the dumbest secrets hidden. Watson was rather good at that, considering that no one knows about the stuff he deals with at home. Elijah Andrews, one of the wealthiest kids in the school, but doesn't necessarily describe Elijah, no, that describes his financial state. Elijah's not stupid, he knows his friends are pretty fake, seen the drooling stare with money in their eyes, blinding them from seeing Elijah as something more than walking money. Elijah had a busy schedule, which was probably why he never noticed Watson, the small cello player in the school's orchestra. He never saw the guy who sat in the back of his classes, never speaking a word to everyone. But neither did anyone else, if they had, maybe they would have noticed the bruises covering Watson's arms from a mixture of bullies and his drunken father. What happens when the school's wealthiest attendee notices the quiet cello playing boy with too many unexplainable bruises?

Caspar Newman. The name that everybody loved and nobody knew about. Caspar, the always positive, star of the basketball team and the always stylish and funny boy of everyone's dreams, the one with the weird group of friends, the one who couldn't hurt a fly. And Gavin Westfall just happened to catch his attention. *Disclaimer this story was written when I was 15 back in 2015. Read at your own risk #taygetsthegay #FreetheLGBT+

"What? Are trying to seduce me or something?" "I am if it's working." Fike