Adam is a Neet. He never leaves his apartment unless he absolutely has to. He holes himself up, only giving attention to his comics and cartoons. However, things change when a noisy party animal moves in next door and becomes a pest. Adam is given no other choice but to confront his neighbor. A series of events pushes Adam outside his bubble and forces him to interact with others. And maybe, just maybe, he thought his neighbor, Assad, was a bit good looking. * * * * * TW/CW: The MC of this novel has social anxiety and depression, and although there are no thoughts relating to violence or self-harm, the MC is consistently in a state of mind /internal monologue that can be mentally tasking for people with similar conditions.

[ A VERY Slow-Burn, Coming-of-Age LGBT+ Love Story about the Messiness of Love and Life ] Jackson Rivera hates Rory Harwood with all his guts. He's has been the scourge of Jackson's summer for years, and he doesn't know why. That is, until he finds Rory's journal and begins reading it. And as he keeps reading, Jackson discovers way more than he bargained for. Hopefully, Rory won't kill him by the time it's over. ~ Jackson Rivera hates summer for three good reasons - three months of social isolation and boredom at his family's summer cottage, three months of dealing with the family who shares the cottage, and three months of the worst person he's ever met: Rory Harwood. Rory has been the scourge of Jackson's summer for years, and, despite his attempted efforts to call a truce, Jackson's ready to break the guy's nose or kill him. That is, until he finds Rory's journal and begins reading it. And as he keeps reading, Jackson discovers way more than he bargained for, setting forth a series of events that'll change not just Jackson and Rory, but everyone around them, forever. Let's just hope that Rory won't kill him by the time it's over. © All Rights Reserved Word Count: ~148,000 ~ *Contains slurs, violence, angst, profanity, and bullying* # 2 self-identity (06/18/22) #4 in bisexual (06/16/22)

A short story about aromanticism. || TRIGGER WARNING: SLIGHT MENTIONS OF SUICIDE/DEPRESSION ||

"Her flamboyance diffused into my plain existence." ____ Sariya was plain. She had an indifferent take on everything that came her way. Disowned by her parents for her sexuality, she was a boat drifting away, directionless, in the nameless oceans. Miraculously, Sariya had harbored a crush on another woman, years older, who frequented the café she worked at. She was flamboyant. Conversations and feelings are shared. Sariya realizes that she may no longer indulge in sheer futility. ~WomanxWoman~ ---

In which Heather Fawns looks to the stars for a sign that her life has purpose, and gets an alien encounter instead. *no planning, no editing, just a 2am stream of consciousness write that I'm sure is riddled with errors but I hope is enjoyable nonetheless*

Like any normal teenager, Judy is stressed with life. It ranges from school to internal conflict. Normally, she would express them in the form of poetry or lyrics. But one night, she can't keep it to herself anymore. So she calls her best friend, Winston, who she is secretly in love with no matter how much she denies it. Because she well knows Winston would never see her for more than just a best friend. So why would she want a one-sided love?

Behind every golden girl, are the slightly less beautiful, slightly less important, silver girls. (full summary inside)

[COMPLETED] For seven years, Monty has lived across the street from Grayson Rogers. In all those years, they've only talked a handful of times. There's a lot of things Monty knows about Grayson Rogers, and even more he doesn't know. Until one party on a Friday night, Monty is dared to kiss Grayson. cover by: @meha-k

A man observes the routine occurrence of another man from his window. ~ManxMan~ - - - A/N: I do not own the picture in the cover. All rights to the original owner.

Imani was just supposed to make sure that the lost dog got home safely, come back, and pretend like the mere thought of the owner with doe eyes and an armful of tattoos didn't make her question her entire belief system. Sounds simple enough...right? It isn't. (onc prompt #69 | when music becomes a way to communicate no words could compare)