Kit's mom just got a new job, so now he has to move to a different town and a new school, and for some reason he has to live there now. Unfortunately, Kit's roommate is the worst possible person he could've lived with, and has to find a new one quick. Thank you faded for helping me edit 🙏🏻

Oscar Cross has spent most of his life being told he's too much. Too particular. Too honest. Too intense. Too difficult to understand. At nineteen, he's grown used to people keeping their distance and has mostly stopped expecting anything different. Kiho Moon has spent most of his teen years with too much on his shoulders. Too many responsibilities. Too many things to worry about. One too many people depend on him for him to waste time worrying about himself. Oscar has more love to give than he knows what to do with. Kiho has never learned how to let anyone give him any. When the two unexpectedly find their lives becoming tangled together, neither of them is prepared for what starts as an unlikely friendship to become something neither had made room for. Oscar has spent years believing that being loved means being tolerated. Kiho has spent years believing that being loved means being useful. Maybe they're both wrong.

Love L'amour lived as nothing but a trophy for his family, given no choice but to glimmer like gold for the public eye. Every camera, every headline, every post criticizing his bloodline for their actions; it was suffocating. But nothing was more suffocating than the feeling of his own skin. Love felt like a caged bird without the ability to fly, only wishing to gain his wings and eventually soar off into a life of his own. And that's exactly what he did. After the tragic, untimely loss of his family, Love couldn't have been happier. Yet a sickening monster still lurked, writhing around in his insides for a chance to escape. Love had escaped one prison, but had become his own at the same time. Love's new life began with something he never would've expected, something that left him utterly terrified; romance. Renato was almost too perfect to be true, like a character weaved by daydreams. Only, he was real, full of his own blood and bones just like everyone else. The outside was perfect, despite his seemingly dull personality, but internally he was rotting. Like a flower in the winter, Renato didn't have any true life to him; he was more of a machine than a human. When their perfectly imperfect relationship began in full bloom, Love became dedicated to finding out what made Renato tick. Even if he didn't feel alive himself, he could still bring life to those he loved. But a bird could only fly for so long before it dropped dead on the cold hard ground. Because after an investigation for the untimely vanishing of a boy is brought back into question, both Love and everyone he'd grown so close with begin pointing the finger at one another. Each and every one of them had a motive, yet only the culprit knew who was lying. Everyone asked the same question, over and over again until the scales of justice shattered before them - Who killed Miro Mikheeva?

"'Some hearts just sing different keys,' her grandmother's words echoed in her head. Nova knew her heart was different. She didn't exactly know why, or how, but it just was. Wren made her heart feel good, and whatever it was that made it that way, Nova found herself more willing to chase it as the days went on."

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).

[BoyxBoy] "I'd take your worst memory and put it into my own head if it meant that you no longer had to suffer." 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.