Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

A struggling film student with bills piling up succumbs to his last resort. He takes a job on a porn set. Being behind the camera allows him to finally live his dream. What he doesn't expect is to enjoy what he sees through the lens quite as much as he does.

When Desmond Mellow transfers to an elite all-boys high school, he immediately gets a bad impression of his new deskmate, Ivan Moonrich. Gorgeous, mysterious, and menacing, Ivan is exactly what Desmond doesn't need in his life - or so he thinks... ***** After causing trouble in his previous high school, Desmond is struggling to adapt to his new environment at Ivory High and to stop living in the shadow of his perfect older brother. As usual, trouble follows Desmond wherever he goes and nothing is going well. To make matters worse, he seems to have attracted the attention of The Class Prince, aka the infamous Ivan Moonrich. But despite their rocky start, Desmond begins to grow feelings for Ivan, discovering a new side of his identity that he never thought to experience. [[word count: 50,000 - 60,000]] Cover designed by Joe Resch

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

not mine!!!!!!! creds go to SoloChaos on archive of our own just another copy of the forest fic make sure you have tissues

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY IN ANYWAY POSSIBLE. ALL CREDITS GO TO LVCKYPHAN ON ARCHIVEOFOUROWN.

"Let me take you home (Y/N)" "No, let me" "Why don't you back off?"

oY WELCOME to my FIRST lyric book (amazing amirite) *cough phil* *insert facepalm gif here* Basicalllyy this book has 200 songs (yes I changed this 3 times) that i pretty much listen to on a daily basis, anddd (pretty much band barf) i have liTERALLY no sense direction with this, its kind of a 'go with the flow' type thing, and whenever i find another song that i listen to that i DIDN'T add to this book I'm like "HOLY HELL HOW COULD I FORGET THIS" And literally face palm myself (this is turning into more of a bio than a story description) sO I'm gonna stop there before i talk all day and tell you all that i am literal trash. yes. Soo enjoy listening to the songs while reading andd get to know the many bands that I've come to worship today (i guard them with my life) and enjoy being sUCKED INTO A VORTEX OF EMO THAT YOU CAN NEVER COME OUT OF Just kidding (sort of) don't say i didn't warn u ;) and because i don't wanna get sued, i don't own ANY OF THESE LYRICS, this book is made purely (hah what pureness, lost that when I got this app) for people who, maybe want to get to know some more of this amazing (phil) life saving music (it really is). from pop-punk to deathcore and deathmetal this books got it all ;) so without furter ado, ENJOY (pumpkin pie) MOTHERFUCKERSS Rest in peace Mitch Lucker <3 1984-2012