Rayne has a routine, a plan. He lives life according to this routine. A few times a week, his routine allows him a few hours to hide away in his diner. Everything is always the same in this diner, even the variances are consistent. That is, until the gray-haired manager hires a new waiter who moves about like a tornado. This boy does not know Rayne's "usual" or his proclivity to be left alone so he can watch and study the people living around him. This new waiter disrupts his routine in all the worst ways and Rayne can't help but hate him. He doesn't seem to care, however, continuing to disrupt Rayne and see Rayne and pop Rayne's bubble of safety, and ask Rayne questions that he doesn't want to answer. It was all quite aggravating really. •••••• He looked vaguely familiar, like an ancient statute carved from marble or a delicately crafted oil painting you can see only in the galleries in Europe. He was all but perfect, just one minor flaw over his eyebrow- a scar where hair refused to grow, leaving a pale gash to interrupt his dark eyebrow. I noticed, between all my studying of this strange man's face, that his lips were moving. I had no desire to hear what he was saying. I was content to just watch. The ways his lips parted and pressed together, his porcelain teeth teasing an appearance behind them. I watched him speak, not hearing a word, until he stopped, his lips curving up and open on one end in an aggravating smirk. I don't know why it aggravated me, but it did. I furrowed my brows and removed an earbud, moving my eyes back up to his. His eyes seemed to aggravate me too. They looked all too teasing, all too amused. 🎖️ #1- yearn- Feb 18, 2026🥇 #1- love- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #1- slowburn- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #2- boyxboy- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- bxb- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- manxman- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #3- literature- Feb 14, 2026🥉 #10- lgbt- Dec 26, 2025

In a fractured world still riddled with decades of conflict and war, a new breed of human has emerged - The Marked. Born from genetic mutations, the Marked began possessing supernatural abilities. Hidden away behind the newly formed Novum institution, a group of young Marked boys have been chosen for a dangerous mission: prove they can coexist with humanity or face the consequences of being labeled threats. As they navigate the carefully staged appearances and hidden agendas, they begin to see the cracks in the system meant to protect them. As they struggle to prove their worth to a world that fears them, something unexpected takes hold: deep connections, fierce loyalty, and feelings that go beyond friendship. Now, they face their toughest choice yet: continue pretending to fit into a world that will never accept them, or abandon it to build something new?

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.

Jonathan, a 17-year-old boy with a ready smile, is the sarcastic soul of the school, the one with a joke on the tip of his tongue... but it's all a facade. Behind that forced cheerfulness lies an abyss: alcohol and tobacco addiction, deep depression, an eating disorder, and a hell at home where his father physically and psychologically abuses him. When his truth comes to light, Jonathan is committed to an exclusive institution for young men with mental disorders. There, while battling the demons within, he meets five boys as broken as he is: one obsessed with control, one with a bipolar disorder, another with uncontrollable rages, one trapped in delusions, another who hasn't spoken in years, and now, one who seems perfect... until he isn't.

As a home schooled student, Daxx has zero friends. That is, unless his Mum and siblings count, which they most definitely do not. Known as the local 'Vampire Boy', he expects nothing but rejection from other people his age. That is, until he meets a ray of sunshine that has the potential to change his mind.

When Aren is chased from his wolf pack after an accident in a hunting festival known as the Call of the Wild, his escape quickly gets upended. Quite literally. He's hit by a car, stolen from his retreat, and threatened with veterinary care by a clueless but well-meaning human. Not the best of starts to his journey, but Aren finds this accidental meeting might be just the thing he needs. With time running out and shadows chasing him down, Aren must choose between saving himself and saving his captor. ───── • ⋆⋅⸙⋅⋆ • ───── Status: Complete Story length: 25,000+ words

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"

Falling in love was easy, Harrison thought, almost a little too easy. He didn't plan to fall in love with his not so normal neighbors, but hey- shit happens. ______ -this story has nothing to do with 'praise me' or 'pet' -just a lot of fluff and smut :) -enjoy~ [artwork from mienar on twitter]

Alistair McClair, Seattle's #1 most eligible bachelor, has had a string of horrible breakups. 99 ex-girlfriends to be exact. And now was his time for a new match. But an issue arises in the matchmaking process, linking him up with a man. Alistair seems hesitant to date Calvin Fischer, a local artist. But will this accidental match prove to be the one that will finally land Alistair's wandering heart? Or will this be just another inevitable breakup?

Thomas needed a vacation, but that didn't mean he wanted one. His best friend convinced him to come down to his family's beach house for the summer to unwind, to relax for once. Thomas wasn't swayed easily, but he found himself on a flight to Florida regardless, albeit begrudgingly. Thomas intended to mope around for the three months, drink away his problems, and maybe get a tan in the process. However, his plans were thwarted when an unwanted houseguest from his past arrived the day after his getting there, leaving a bitter tang on the entire "vacation." Not to mention, Thomas was forced to share what he thought was his room with his best friend's wife's ridiculously handsome brother, Dallas. Thomas was on the cusp of drowning in the first week. Relaxation wasn't even on the agenda. He just had to try to keep his head above water.