Historias de Softgays

A time traveler that works with the government has been on a manhunt for Atticus Bright. He expected to bring him in for the bounty, not a relationship.

Timothy Drancion Palmer is the child of Cecil Palmer and Carlos TheScientist. He lived his entire life in Night Vale. When the vague yet menacing government and the sheriff's secret police both asked him to watch over the superheroes. He agreed, why would he not. Now watch as all heroes are baffled by a simple kid. ((Tim Drake is the inspiration of Timothy Palmer. Basically same person))

A famous playwright must suffer the consequences of rescuing a runaway criminal, whilst trying to prove him innocent. • • • When an intruder breaks into the town famous, Gerard Chapman's house, it is the bespectacled playwright's wit that saves him. However, sending the blond man to prison doesn't seem to eradicate him from his mind. Things start falling into pieces similar to those of an intricate puzzle, and before Gerard is aware, he is tumbled into a deep pool of mysteries, plays and acts, revolutions and perhaps, a possible romance. Only at Wattpad by @herbiesaidwhat !

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Adashino/Ginko Oneshots "You know, you have a place Ginko." Adashino interjected, placing a hand on the white haired Mushi-Shi's cheek. Ginko looked up at the doctor, his mouth slightly agape, his cigarette falling from his parted lips and mouth dry as he echoed, "A place?" Adashino nodded with a soft smile as their faces slowly inched closer and closer. "Yeah," he murmured, "a place." "What kind of place, Sensei?" The space between the two faces closed and their lips were brought together in a sweet embrace. The two kissed for a long moment before Adashino pulled away and nodded at Ginko. "A place that you can always call home."

Has loving someone ever been your deepest regret? Clouds scatter after long rains, but some love never fades. This isn't just a love story. It's the story of two lives - tangled by fate, destined to doom one. Can love like this survive? Or will it die before it even begins? Unrequited love is cruel, isn't it? Living in imagined worlds creates illusions - and illusions always hurt. Maybe one day I'll know who I'm meant to end up with - ...if I survive the wait. If only death could cure every feeling that makes you hate yourself... every mask you wear just to keep living.

"This is stupid." Killer kept a loose grip on the package held close to his targeted soul, a look of nervous defiance settling on both Dust and Horror. "What's stupid is how damn often you and Cross skirt around each other." Dust replied easily from his place draped across Horror's lap, "If I see you two dodge the obvious romantic tension in the air one more time, 'm gonna lose the small bit of mind I have left." ━━━━━━━━ ♥ valentine's day minific, killer x cross & horrordust @zephyred on ao3