(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose? (00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake? (00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it? (00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy... (00:33) Cause, you know, her threes could very easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones? (00:45) What (00:46) The (00:46) Fuck??? (00:47) Oh good, you are awake!

Keith chuckles softly at Lance's faded face in the old photo. He was still a little chubby, couldn't be more than eleven years old, but nevertheless had his arms slung over the shoulders of two pretty, giggling girls. The smug grin on his face is dazzling. Keith wonders how Lance, to this day, manages to make it look so believable. -- Or, Lance and Keith have been best friends since first grade. Lance's brain is always on overdrive and Keith's blunt, realistic ass can never keep up. They both come to realize that sometimes you can learn a lot about loving yourself by loving someone else. ---- I did not make this fanfic, a lovely writer on archiveofourown did, and the user is klancekorner. Make sure to follow her tumblr: dimplesandcurlsss

Maybe it was time to draw the line between souls that could be saved and those who would be lost forever. It was Liam Dunbar who set himself to find out what kind of soul Theo Raeken was. #53 Fanfiction (4/10/17) [ written by @cruelways and @mettyhealthy ] [ a teen wolf fanfiction ] [ theo raeken x liam dunbar ] [ thiam ] [ takes place after 6A ]

FOR LOVE AND ADMIRATION. - "Name's Newt. And it seems like you're my new roommate", Newt introduced himself to the brunet that had just walked into the room. It was his first year at the Glade, the best college you could go to with next to no money. The brunet took the offered hand and shook it with a smile. "I'm Thomas." Newt smiled back. "Okay, Tommy! You need any help with your stuff?" "Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, Newt." And as simply as that, their friendship began. Finished 8 November, 2016.

Il avait attendu dix-huit ans pour connaître son nom. Une cicatrice imprégnant sa peau, son corps et son âme, une marque qu'il garderait à jamais. Sa marque d'âme. S'il avait su que se serait Son nom, tatoué sur son poignet, il se serait juste couper le bras pour ne jamais en entendre parler. [Newtmas] (Notes 2023 : cette histoire a plutôt mal vieilli, je l'aime plus du tout, je la laisse en ligne pour l'instant, mais peut être qu'un jour je la supprimerai )

D'un côté, un jeune homme, Thomas, qui avait tout pour être heureux. Un avenir assuré, une passion dévorante, un petit frère adorable, un ami précieux... Mais certaines choses arrivent pour tout gâcher. Comme par exemple ce truc qu'on lui a diagnostiqué. Ce truc là, qui lui ronge le ventre. Le cancer. Le verdict est tombé, Thomas doit entrer à l'hôpital pour se faire soigner. De l'autre côté, un autre jeune homme, Newt, au talent de dessinateur évident, qui lui a bien renoncé à tout forme d'espoir depuis son internement, il y a de cela quatre ans. Deux garçons, que tout oppose doivent faire face à leurs maladies respectives. Comment vont-ils y arriver? Et l'amour dans tout ça? Fanfiction Newtmas. UA. Je tiens à préciser que ce sera une fanfiction relativement triste et dure, bien qu'il y ai de l'humour, ce n'est pas prévus de faire quelque chose de très très joyeux. Il y intègre un thème difficile, à savoir le cancer. Mais ça ne vas pas empêcher nos deux petits gars de se rencontrer pour autant ;)

Stiles and Derek have an agreement, a gentleman’s agreement, if you will. And it’s actually worked out quite nicely, on multiple occasions, in fact. The agreement being that if the situation should arise where it would be necessary to have a significant other close by, they would step in and pretend to be that significant other.

A short fluffy drabble, where Derek learns how to become a father, & Stiles is there to help him along the way.