Keith isn't your typical omega. Let's just say he has some discrepancies in what he feels versus what actually comes out of his mouth. And Lance has definitely proven himself to be an alpha, but can he figure out a way to deal with Keith's not so typical sassiness? This only complicates matters, as cheerleading and fo...
Keith Kogane never once thought in the short seventeen years of his life that he would somehow find himself stumbling across a roller rink with a panicking, screaming Cuban boy latched to his arm - nor did he think he would willingly agree to sell his soul on a bet with said teenager after a ride home and a dark, Red...
When Lance McClain breaks into his own bedroom at two in the morning after scaling a four-story building, he didn't expect to break open the wrong window, nor did he expect to literally fall on top of a half-naked Keith Kogane. After agreeing to stay with Lance until he can afford to pay for Keith's window, the two f...
*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, rig...
*mature rating because of language* * TRIGGER WARNING * This is the rewrite of Learning How To Laugh Again. I feel confined within these walls that are depression, these walls that are glass, these walls that are closing in. Everyone peers in, unsure of how to act, so they just watch. They watch me get crushed betwee...