"I'm gon' always look out cause you was there fa me when shit mattered the most." -Cartier

| 𝐚𝐡 • 𝐠𝐚𝐡 • 𝐩𝐚𝐲 | 𝟏. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ | ᴍᴀʏ 𝟾 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ | ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 𝟸𝟺 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

Elliot Brushwood has no friends at school, and no friends at home either, coming in second to his brother Colby despite being older, unable to focus in school, bullied and side-lined, and too emotional to know how to fight back, it seems as though everything is out of his control. Arran King is the opposite, effortlessly in charge with an unfortunate reputation, a layabout, ruthless, and a murderer... There's nothing Arran dislikes more than weakness. Maybe that's why there was no way the two characters would ever meet. But everything changed when Elliot hit the water, breaking the freezing cold surface of the Lake Ransom, his undue baptism seems to change him forever. Empty to his core, Elliot ventures out at night, to recover the lost bits of his soul. And he might just meet a demon on his way.

Three boys meet at a Support Group for troubled teens. What could possibly go wrong? [mentions of mental health issues, eating disorders, abuse, triggers and distressing content] This is basically my old story rewritten. Obvs lots of gayness.

"Go home Teddy, I don't have the self control you think I do." "I think I'll take that second drink." ~ Teddy Bray didn't know how he let himself get here. He was stuck in a toxic relationship he couldn't get himself to leave. He was a fixer and when it came to his girlfriend Taylor, Teddy should have known there was nothing he could do to fix their relationship. All it took for things to finally change was one look from Cole Madden. Cole had a type and when that type walked into his bar it was hard to say no. Even if that man had his sister clung to him like a leech. They couldn't be together but as tensions rise they both find out just how much self control they really have.

World ended, zombies everywhere, and I'm stuck tryna figure out who the hell I can trust. Camp supposed to be "safe," but it's full of drama, lies, and people losin' their minds. And then there's Asaan-quiet, fine, mysterious. I ain't expect to catch feelings out here, but now it's like survival ain't just about killin' zombies. It's about who gon' ride for you when the dead close in.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. They are both tense, hot, and guilty as charged. 𝐁𝐱𝐁

𝗦𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗶'𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁-𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗠𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀, 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱'𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁. 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗔𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘂𝘀'𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝘁, 𝗦𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱... 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗦𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗶 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲- 𝗶𝘀 𝗔𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺, 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿... 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝗻?

Winston thought that his life couldn't get much worse after he gave up everything in order to be with his high school sweetheart. But the universe seemed to have a sick sense of humor when he finds said sweetheart in bed with another man. Deciding to go out and relinquish the heartache, Winston runs into more trouble than he ever imagined, contracting something that makes his dreadful life just a little bit more unbearable. Jonathan doesn't have space in his heart for any more people. The more he lost the ones he loved, the more his heart darkened and shrank in size. Now, there was only enough room for what's left of his family. However, when he meets Winston, Jonathan starts to believe, that just maybe, the quiet and brooding man could be exactly what he needs to brighten his darkening heart. .:Cover by SuperSonicPaGer:.

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.