❝Theo didn't plan on spending his summer at a boxing gym. He didn't plan on any of it, really - the job, the bullshit he accidentally stumbled into, or the guy who made it very clear, in no uncertain terms, that stumbling in his world was not going to be tolerated. Silas Crowe is not what Theo expected. Then again, Theo's not sure what he expected - the rumors never quite agreed on the details. What he does know is that Silas is difficult, and cold, and takes up more space than any one person reasonably should. And that for some reason Theo can't entirely explain, he can't stop looking. ⸻ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘 ⋆ i'm a motherfuckin' starboy❞

Fashion designer and Internet personality Zahir Patel will have to travel back to the place he hates most. America. Leaving London entails bad things and run ins,such include Austin Morgan. All for a title of head designer,the even. Kissing a major shareholder,odds. What happens next? Second book in the Diolouge Project trilogy,hope you enjoy :3

Waylon stopped speaking after the night that changed everything. Silence became the only way he knew how to survive. At a school ruled by a powerful secret society, silence makes him a target. Whispers follow him everywhere, reminding him that everyone knows the secret he tried to bury. The only person who seems to understand his silence is the one person he should hate. Yulien Blander. His enemy. In a world built on secrets and betrayal, Waylon might discover that the person he fears most is the only one who can save him.

As if five bodyguards weren't already enough, Léonel's father assigned him a sixth. This one carried a different purpose entirely. Spoiled and reckless as ever, Léonel took it as nothing more than a bait to his own amusement, blind to what was about to unfold. A slow burn full of comedy, sharp sass, and passion-all twisted together with just the right amount of angst. jaeslut, 2026

Adriano Vale lives in a world where emotions are a weakness. Raised by a secret organization and trained to kill, he survives by staying detached-never touching, never wanting, never feeling. His life is orderly, cold, and empty, exactly the way it was designed to be. Renato Silvani lives quietly. Mute since birth, he communicates through gestures and handwritten words, juggling college and part-time jobs while carrying an unnamed heaviness in his chest. He believes in kindness, even when life gives him very little reason to. They meet by accident. Adriano treats Renato with indifference, even cruelty, but fate keeps crossing their paths. Small encounters turn into something harder to ignore. Slowly, against his own will, Adriano begins to understand Renato-not through words, but through silence. Yet some people are never meant to love. As secrets from the past surface and unseen forces begin to move, Adriano is forced to confront what he truly is-and whether someone like him has the right to want someone so pure. Because in a world built on blood and grief, loving the wrong person can be fatal.

Arthur Pendergast is a boy of straight lines and ink-stained fingers , a printer son who has spent his life staying inside the margins. But as an unexpected encounter in a smoky Soho basement leads him to Ben Clarke. A blonde , broad shouldered ,chauffeur with a sharp tongue and a taste for danger. Arthurs quiet world is painted in colors he never knew existed. Ben doesn't just want to live; he wants to take back what the world has stolen from people like them. When he proposes a daring plan to swap the masterpieces of the wealthy sterling estate with Arthur's perfect forgeries, Arthur is faced with a choice: remain the "good son" in a life of quiet desperation , or follow a man who screams danger in every aspect...Will Arthur risk it all for love? Or will he spend the rest of his life wondering what if?

Caleb was lost and had been for as long as he could remember. He tried to walk the path his parents wanted, but he couldn't see it through the darkness. With his brothers away for college everything became worse. The once warm home felt ice cold, the halls devoid of sound and his life devoid of colour. Then he bumped into Lucas. His long time neighbour who he was certain only saw him as his best friends little brother. Until he didn't. Until Lucas inserted himself further into Caleb's life, getting closer to him than anyone had ever been. Too close. Or maybe that's just what Caleb needed, someone to see more than what was on the surface. Maybe the love he sought was right there in front if him, and so was the help he needed. --- *This is a bxb that deals with sensitive themes, religion, and mature subjects. Read with care. It's also a really. really slow burn.* Slow updated, but still updating (promise)! No AI was involved at any point in the writing of this story.

I sat behind him on his motorcycle. At that moment, all I wanted was to hold him in my arms and absorb every bit of his pain. He acted as if nothing had happened and drove in silence. I slowly started moving my hands towards his body, and suddenly, my control snapped and the pent-up feelings burst free. I gripped his back, my face burried into his shoulder as the sobs tore loose from my chest. He froze for a second, then gently tapped on my fingers wrapped around his waist, and went back to driving without saying a word. Author's note: Hey! This is the first part of a three-part series. This is going to be a slowburn love story, so buckle up. AND DISCLAIMER REMEMBER THERE IS OTHER PARTS TO THIS 🫣 ... Thank you for reading 🌸🥺 ~ I don't own the pictures used in this story ~emi

Like a bolt of lightning, this stupid boy appeared in my life. First day of summer break between first and second grade, he just appeared- standing on my porch like he was born there. Straight brown hair, wide dark eyes and a fresh sunburn across his cheeks. He was already talking before I even opened the door. I don't know how it happened but it's been ten years. And he's still here. Talking, whether or not I'm listening. Laughing, even if no one else is. He's still too quick- racing around the world like he's scared he's going to miss it. He's gotten taller...much taller. His hair is a little longer, a little wavier, but under the light it still looks the same golden brown it did when we were nine. And now, finally, he was a high school graduate. We both were. Like a bolt of lightning he appeared and like the sun he refused to disappear. _____________________________________________ I fell asleep with my chin pointed at him, the outline of his face being the last thing I saw. How was I supposed to do this? It had always been difficult, hiding this secret, keeping him close. But now, my focus was starting to slip. I couldn't see anything but his lips, his hands, his smile. I couldn't hear anything but my name in his mouth, his jagged breaths and that loud laugh. How am I supposed to be okay with this? How am I supposed to focus on anything other than him? #1- slowburn- 11.10.25🥇 #1- friends to lovers- 11.01.25🥇 #1- fluffandsmut- 11.02.25🥇 #1- college- 11.06.25🥇 #1- best friends- 11.12.25🥇 #1- teammates- 12.04.25 🥇 #1- college roommates- 12.30.25🥇 #1- mental health- 01.02.2026 🥇 #1- gay love- 01.02.2026 🥇 #2- roommates- 12.18.25🥈 #3- bxblove- 11.30.25🥉 #4- boyxboy- 11.01.25 #4- lgbt- 11.15.25 #14- boyxboyromance- 12.15.25 #22- basketball- 12.15.25