When Mauricio joins a new college partway through his final year, all he wants to do is get the grades he needs and get out of there as quickly as possible. But when he's seated next to Raiden, someone who's nicer to him than anyone has ever been, he starts to develop new feelings he isn't willing to face. Through his panic attacks and grades on the line, is it really a good idea to get involved, when he doesn't have anyone else to turn to if things should go wrong? [A/N] Set in UK, so characters are still high school age despite being in 'college' (they're the equivalent of seniors). Updates every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday UK time, roughly 8am, but subject to change.

[BoyxBoy] Versailles Evigheden was a hopeless romantic; he yearned for the love and affection he saw within those around him and had done everything to achieve it. Even if what he'd done just ended up hurting him in the end. And he did achieve it, but never for long. He knew he was dependent, maybe even overly so, but who could blame him? After hiding from the spotlight for his entire life, constantly avoiding being the center of everyone's attention - it was only natural that he wanted even one person to notice him. ••• Kye Rosenheim earned himself the reputation of a "bad guy" for a purpose; to scare everyone away from himself. Because in his mind, nobody deserved to see the absolute mess he was hiding underneath. Especially after the death of his childhood best friend... Dealing with crippling daddy issues and a need to escape from the spotlight altogether, he never expected to fall for someone so different so fast. Someone that seemed to be his complete opposite. But, as the saying goes - Opposites Attract. [BOOK ONE]

Jake hates roses. Each time he feels unaccomplished and discontent with his life, another rose blooms in his garden. He's grown to loathe the sight of it as the flowers keep multiplying as his passion for writing dries up and the dread stews in him. Xavier loves roses. He adores all things beauty and bright and soaking it all up. So when he stumbles into Jake and his field of flowers one summertime, he's eager to welcome him into the simple sunshine of his world. They find they each have something they can give, and can't quite get enough of each other. But can you keep holding onto flowers if the thorns are digging in? ONC 2026 Submission - Prompt 10 (Every time you feel like you've failed at something, a flower appears in your yard. You now have the most spectacular flower garden in the neighborhood, yet all you want is grass.)

The summer of 1828 - the season that altered two young lives beyond recognition. It was the summer they fell in love, and loved so deeply that the world beyond them ceased to exist. Yet summer is fleeting. And when it slipped away, so did their days side by side. Separated by circumstance and silenced by distance, they were left with nothing but ink and paper to carry their hearts and pain across the miles. All that remained of their love were letters. But by the time they were finally read, it was too late.

Becca Prescott-that's me... Right? Probably... I dunno. Okay, so, so, so here's the deal: I was just babysitting, out of the goodness of my heart. Or, uhm... more like... desperately trying to scrape together some cash-ramen noodles don't pay for themselves, you know? And don't even get me started with the prices... I just stare at the shelf and then, boom, I can hear my wallet crying and begging for mercy. It's honestly tragic. Anyway, the Smiths' kids? They're cool. Usually pretty chill. Not the type to set the curtains on fire or summon demons with a Ouija board (well, not yet anyway). Plus, I get a night away from my shoebox apartment? (accompanied by my boyfriend, Billy) MAJOR bonus! I could practically melt into a puddle and bask in the retina-melting glory of the Smiths' fancy-schmancy new flatscreen TV. You know, the kind so big it's almost obscene. I mean, I could count every pore on someone's face if I wanted to. Gross, but impressive. And maybe even order pizza and binge-watch the whole Scream series. (Billy's idea of romance: jump scares and greasy pepperoni.) But alas, life had to throw me a curveball. Honestly, I've had enough of these curveballs to last me a lifetime-like the time Mark dumped me via text, or when I questioned my own life choices at 3 A.M., spiraling out of control until I was just a lump under the covers, rotting away in bed. Alone... Thinking... if I should just... Quit everything... Some nights, it all piles up like dirty laundry-until my basket is filled to the brim and eventually overflows. And when that happens, you just sit in the mess and hope the smell doesn't kill you. (Metaphorically. Mostly.) But... hey, I'm still here, aren't I? Haha... So... ANYWAY, instead of the chill, potato-mode babysitting night I'd hoped for-cuddling, movie marathons, rain pouring outside-I got a blood-soaked, knife-wielding disaster. Because apparently... I sigh exasperatedly, "Normal" isn't in the cards for me...