He's not the first to encounter an alien. But he might be the first to fall in love with one.

Toby didn't like to talk to people or look them in the eye. He didn't need friends. Or did he? Shipped off to summer camp, Toby had more new things to get used to than he could deal with. Could his cabinmate, Noah, offer the support he so desperately needed?

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.

Jaime Lane definitely wasn't gay. But, he wasn't exactly straight either. In an attempt to satisfy his growing bi-curiosity, Jaime accepts a hookup with a male stranger online. It was going to be his one-time wild moment, an experiment to scratch the itch, and to subsequently forget about the next day. Instead of getting a casual one-night fling, however, Jaime finds himself in a big mess when his annoying, flirty coworker, Isaac, shows up for their date. All Jaime wants now is to erase the awkward encounter from his memory, but he and Isaac can't seem to leave each other alone anymore. And what was supposed to be a small diversion ends up making Jaime question not only his sexuality but everything he thought he wanted.

[Newly edited and rewritten!] Russell is a virtuous goth with a Christian upbringing. Sal is a carefree slack-off who would rather work retail than go to college. It was hate at first sight. Until they were forced to partner up in class. After their true feelings surface, Sal learns just how different he is from Russell, and all seems hopeless. How can their relationship last, if Sal is asexual? And that's not their only problem. Surprisingly unpredictable, The Riveting Lives of Russell and Sal is about two social outcasts that become the most unlikely couple imaginable. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: There is some foul language and adultish themes. Nothing that requires marking this as mature, but I feel it's worth noting anyway. Winner of the LGBT+ Wattys 2016 for Best Overall Gay Fiction. [Highest rank: #52.]

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

Nathaniel Angelev is a gritty, battle-hardened mafia prince who seemingly has it all - money, power, and devastatingly good looks - even though he's sacrificed a lot along the way. But the final straw isn't the knife fight that renders him mute; it's the one that forces him to take the life of his closest friend. So Nate leaves his legacy of blood and gunpowder, determined to turn state's witness and dismantle the entire organization that has caused so much pain. And he finds himself headed straight into the arms of Marshal Reid Logan, a man secretly running from a past of his own. 
But the usual witness protection placements fail, over and over, and after an especially close call, Reid realizes that there must be someone inside of the Marshals Service working against them. Their only option is to send Reid's partner back in to hunt the mole inside of the agency, while Reid and Nate go off the grid and hit the road together. They're constantly on the move, fighting both Nate's fearsome family and their growing attraction to one another. The Angelev specter of danger is ever-looming, leading to numerous close calls and showdowns, with the stakes climbing even higher after Reid and Nate give in to their fierce passion for one another. They come to realize what's truly worth fighting for and learn that love can grow even in seemingly impossible circumstances. *****contains language, violence, sexual content, and other things of a mature nature***** (Originally posted - in a very different form - as Destiel fanfic)

"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared conspiratorially. "It's me, by the way."