The crew of the Castle of Lions is waiting on a report from the Blade of Marmora. To kill time, they decide to play an Altean version of the game Truth or Dare. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° I recently binged all 8 seasons of Voltron, and I wasn't really satisfied with the ending. Mostly, how Keith and Lance didn't end up together. So I thought: Well, I guess I'll have to do it myself. I hope it's any good. These are of course not my characters and they belong to the creators of Voltron: Legendary Defender. (Cover credit: Bibinella) Highest ranking: #1 Klance #1 Laith #1 Voltron #1 Lance

Draco wants to start over. He never expected that Potter would help. Drarry Fanfiction. 5k words. Tattoos and tentative beginnings. (Edit: while Wattpad servers are processing the updates, it seems to think the story is finished at the end of each part. There are five parts and you can get to them all in the table of contents if it's not letting you click next after each part.)

Price Bigg + Jeremy Smalle = Best Friends. If Price Bigg x Googly Eyes at his best friend = ALWAYS and Jeremy Smalle + Basic Comprehension Skills = Syntax Error, solve the following problem: Price Bigg can't quite solve his goofy best friend, Jeremy Smalle, amateur high school swimmer and professional alien conspiracy theorist. He devices the equation A+B=4(x) to try and solve him, but he can't quite complete, or solve it. Jeremy thinks he may have made another mistake by suggesting that his newly out friend take Jeremy on a date. Everything's coolio and majorly fabuloso at first. But then the hand holding and the constant math jokes and the standing so close to each other start to make him think he's the biggest idiot ever. He can't quite tell why he feels so strange about them. He expresses this feeling with the equation fu=x. Task: Solve for X. Round your answer to the nearest heartbeat.

[bxb, completed ✔] "Listen, just because ... that ... happened last night doesn't mean we're friends now, a'right? And I don't expect you to go blabbing, yeah?" The blond tried to step back, but the realization that he was against the sink didn't make his intention follow through. He had no choice but to endure the limited space between them. Glancing up, he timidly met eyes with the person that towered over him, effortlessly. "I-I won't..." *** Falling for someone like Xander Love wasn't difficult. With celestial physical features, a friendly demeanor, equally attractive friends, wealth, and to top it off, the perfect family, Xander would no doubt make the perfect boyfriend, best friend, and companion all in one. He was on top of his game. He was perfect-- Perfect. --at least, that's what it seemed like to everyone from afar. After a mortifying leak, Sage found himself on the end of an unfortunate, first-hand experience that Xander was neither as perfect nor nice as he made himself out to be. ━━━━❰･❉･❱━━━━ ©ReeseTory2018

❝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

When Jordan Cameron was ten years old, his mother stopped speaking and was never the same again, going from one institution to another and ultimately to a group home. While his father explores the world as a well-renowned geoscientist, Jordan's older brother, Tim, is forced to raise him. Tim, eleven years older than Jordan, never had a normal childhood, living with their schizophrenic mother. Jordan lives in his own world, or so that's what it seems to the average person. No one, not even his brother, has ever given him a chance. That is until Tim's best friend comes along. Jamie Perron has a history of bad relationships, alternating between men and women. This last time he is kicked out by his girlfriend and has nowhere to go so he turns to his best friend, Tim. Jamie only knew Jordan as a child, but never did he think he would develop an unusual relationship with Tim's weird, quiet, and sullen (although cute) nineteen old brother through the course of one exciting and interesting summer. Warning: This story contains gay sexually explicit content and language that may be offensive to some readers. **** This story is no longer on Amazon.

He ignores me. It's okay though. I don't talk to him either. We have never said a word to each other, ever since we laid eyes on each other. We're giving each other the silent treatment. Who'll speak up?

"We've gotten to a point where my world without Luke in it, is like a world where Dominique Ansel hasn't invented the cronut," Oliver said leaning back on his chair. "Dude, your life was just fine before cronuts became a thing." "Exactly. I never want to go back to just fine," Oliver said biting into the creamy goodness.

Boring job. Boring apartment. Boring life. Everything about my life was boring, and nothing could have changed that fact. But as soon as I got that card, everything...and I mean EVERYTHING, completely changed. ... "Welcome home...daddy." MATURE [18+] [ONLY FOR THE WICKED]

While competing for the leading male role in an indie coming-of-age film, two up-and-coming actors accidentally prove to the casting director that they have more on-screen chemistry with each other than with any of the actresses auditioning for the leading love interest. * Cold nights. A hot pulse. Split knuckles. Sleeping with your head pressed to the car window. The calm, quiet flick of a lighter when your hands are shaking. Guilty, wrong, bloody, filthy, beautiful smiles. That's what Ezra becomes to Sergio, scene by scene.