Hi everybody! My name is Reggie and I just turned 21 (Oh, to be young! XD).

I'm kinda on hiatus right now when it comes to fanfiction...I need to look over my old stories, rewrite them if I care enough or just delete them if I don't, because my writing style has changed quite a bit. I've also started college and my classes and subsequent studying and practicing (I'm a music major) are kind of sucking up all my free time, so I don't have much time for writing anymore.

I like slash and femme-slash the most, although a little het now and then never hurt anyone and is a welcome change when I get bored with slashy stuff.

I write original stories as well...on wattpad.

I've revised Sweetest Taboo and Lunar Eclipse...they are now posted below as one story...enjoy!

My OTPs:

Drarry (Harry/Draco) Harry Potter series

Destiel (Dean/Castiel) Supernatural

JohnLock (John/Sherlock) BBC's Sherlock

Spirk (Spock/Kirk) Star Trek

Merthur (Merlin/Arthur) Merlin

Stony (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark) Marvel's The Avengers

Thorki (Thor/Loki) Marvel

Cherik (Charles/Erik) X-Men

Zukka (Zuko/Sokka) Avatar: The Last Airbender

Sukov (Sulu/Chekov) Star Trek

Wolfstar (Sirius/Remus) Harry Potter series

Hiei/Kurama Yu Yu Hakusho

SasuNaru (Sasuke/Naruto) Naruto

ASP/SHM (Albus Severus/Scorpius) Harry Potter series

Inuyasha/Kagome (Inuyasha) and one of the only canon and het pairings I ship

PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS!!

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it!