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Letter to Murdered LGBT Child by aluress, literature

Literature

Letter to Murdered LGBT Child

Why did they take you, and not me..? .. How could they do this..? You were only 13, 14.. and you had barely began your journeys. And yet they cut your string, and they let you float up to the heavens.. Far too early, but they still welcomed you with open arms. Why did they do this to you.. You were so sweet and innocent, and would never hurt a fly.. How could they think that loving another is such a threat that it's worth killing someone over? I'm just like you. Alone and afraid.. and.. we have been played the same cards in life. Yes. I too have feelings for people of the same gender. I too have confessed my love for someone.. But

Phan - The Next Best Thing (2/2) by NadineSuperman, literature

Literature

Phan - The Next Best Thing (2/2)

Summary: Everyone in the world as matching numbers to find their soulmate. Warnings: smut; a little bit of violence - Phil’s pacing up and down in his room, running his fingers through his hair again and again as he desperately thinks about the events that occurred in the past two hours. He jerked Dan off. He gave the boy he hates a fucking hand job. And on top of that, Phil had to find out that for whatever dumb reason, Dan’s apparently supposed to be his damn soulmate. How can that even be? They hate each other’s guts. Aren’t soulmates supposed to, like, love each other, or at least not hate each other? This m

Phan - The Next Best Thing (1/2) by NadineSuperman, literature

Literature

Phan - The Next Best Thing (1/2)

Summary: Everyone in the world has matching numbers to find their soulmate. Warnings: a little bit of violence; minor smut - „What are those numbers on my wrist?“ A 5-year-old Phil Lester asks his mum, tugging on the sleeve of her sweater to keep her from leaving his room. He’s been wondering for a while why those six digits are seemingly inked to his skin. Why he can’t seem to get rid of them, no matter how much soap he uses or how hard he scrubs. Why he can’t even remember how they got there in the first place. Mrs Lester sighs, sitting down on the edge of her son’s bed. “I’ve already bee