Jackson's civilized. He dreads the wilderness in Marek. Marek's a lot more domesticated than Jackson thinks he is -- he's a sophisticated chef -- and would like nothing more than to be tamed by Jackson. Slash, if you care.

What's a girl to do when she's in a crunch, wearing nothing but scandalous lingerie? Certainly not trust the guy responsible for the recent disappearance of her diet soda. Oneshot.

It's wrong. I shouldn't allow it. But if you knew him, you'd know why I can't help myself. His chestnut eyes, dark brown hair, his charisma, his loyalty, his sweetness, his humour, his everything. And he loves me too. If only he weren't my stepbrother...

Sweet, geeky boy next door Chris was Meredith's favorite babysitter when she was little. Almost a decade later, their paths cross again... and Chris is now charming, wealthy, successful, and incredibly handsome. As they grow closer, Meredith finds their smoldering chemistry harder and harder to resist. Problem? She's 17. He's 26. Worse? He's getting married...

"She doesn't hate you. She seriously dislikes you. And she doesn't show it because she's nice, Jace. Something you probably wouldn't comprehend. And never ask a woman if she's on her period," she adds thoughtfully. "That's never a good idea." twoshot

"You're leaving?" She put her arms forcefully around his neck. "But you haven't taken me to see your sister. You haven't taught me how to kiss or promised me that you didn't regret it. You haven't mown the lawn. You said you'd mow the lawn."

All of the key events in Douglas Stanton's life have, up to this point in time, been caused by a tea cup. Gay male romance.

ONE-SHOT. It was on that day that I began my downward spiral of meaningless sex, alcoholism, violence, and… okay, not really. But it felt close to something like that.

One plus one equals two. Yellow plus blue equals green. Two crazy in love best friends equals the cutest couple ever. But one surly Mr. I-don't-believe-in-happy-endings, plus one slightly insane Little Miss Matchmaker? Not even Newton can find an answer.

“Look outside your window; you’d find me there. I could be stuffing my mouth with chocolate. I could be dreaming of us living blissfully; in love. I could be getting drenched by Mother Nature’s piss. I could be waiting. I am waiting. For you. I love you."

(One-Shot) 12:05pm. Target caught masturbating in bathroom stall. 007 status: in adjacent stall, hyperventilating.

ONE SHOT. “I heard you had a girlfriend. Kirk told me she was pretty.” Her voice was wobbly. “She’s beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you love her?” she asked after a pause. He said, “I’ll never love her like I loved you.” Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.

Isaac’s practically marked you. You’re his property now! So cute!” “Mark? As in…like…vampires!” Well…maybe I read a tad too many fantasy stories. Sue me.“NO! You’re wearing his letterman jacket! And what’s printed behind? His name?" Silence. “I give up. A

They met at the age of four. He looked at her with a frown, dark eyes narrowing. “Your hair is stupid like that,” he loftily informed her, flicking one of her pigtails disdainfully. “Yeah, well you're shorter than me... shorter than a girl," she retorted.

Oneshot. It was all just a game but one day he found her journal.

Oneshot. Sometimes being a scorned woman is an incredible turnon. At least to a guy who's been in and out of anger management.

I bought it a half size too small so that you would never be able to take it off. oneshot

I'll chase and stalk him until he is mine. I'm pretty determined. Unfortunately his best friend thinks my existence is pointless and I'm unworthy. And, well, he's pretty damn determined too. / Left up just for comparison with my writing then and now.

It's hard to get over your first love. But when you do, you'll realize in the end just how much you owe this person a thank you. (One shot)