Darian looked at the door when it opened and someone stepped out. Long dark blonde hair, green eyes that stared at him curiously. A guy? Or a Chick? He couldn't tell. His eyes flicked down to his chest-a guy that looks like a chick, great. Darian sighed and looked away tossing his bag on his bed. The boy walked to him and started politely. "Hello, you must be the new roommate" He mentally scoffed, he even sounds like one. "Do you need me to move anything?" The blonde pressed when he didn't reply. "No" he pulled out his phone, not even looking at him. "I'm not staying here" The boy blinked, mood slowly shifting "Oh... and why is that?" Darian finally looked up. "You know damn well why, why the fuck do have all these girl stuff in the room?" He looked at Darian's bed and all around Darian's side of the room before looking back at him, feigning innocence. "What girl stuff?" Darian's gaze hardened, he motioned vaguely to the other side "Those girl stuff" "Oh, you mean on MY side of the room?" He smiled. "It's fine. You don't have to design your side like that" "No shit. I'm not doing none of that" he brought the phone to his ear. "Can't even get a fucking normal roommate" he complained under his breath. The blonde rolled his eyes, unfazed, walking to his side. He pulled his sweater on, glancing at the Darian's back again before letting his towel drop and pulling his shorts on. Then he sat on his bed, legs crossed while the new boy talked on his phone. (Well that's the limits... interracial romanceee, just read to find outtt) I'm supposed to write a story before this but oh well. #1 🥇fluffandangst #1🥇 feminineboy #2 🥈white #8 masc #6 collegeromance

Jonathan hasn't been honest a single day in his life. All his friends, his smiles, and his zest for life are just a way of lying to himself and everyone else. Did he have a bit of an addiction to alcohol and tobacco? Maybe. Was he incapable of eating a single full plate of food a day? Perhaps. Did he live with an abusive, drug-addled father 24/7? True. But he was okay, because he was Jonathan. And Jonathan was the happy kid, the life of the party, and he didn't have any problems in life. Right? Sending him to an institution with five other boys in equally deplorable mental states is just an excuse for him to run away from home, not because he needs it. Obviously. The important thing is that Jonathan will continue to be perfect...until he isn't.

Ezra Moore is a 20-year-old man working as a maid for the Lawrence family, aspiring to become the CEO of his own firm. He's in the closet and wants it to stay that way. However, it poses as a problem when the only issue is the fact that the son of the Lawrence family is heavily homophobic and wants nothing to do with the likes of Ezra, even going so far to crush his dreams. Who is he? Chief of Police of the San Antonio P.D, Nishan Lawrence.

While working as a barista Shiloh Lapierre meets a tall handsome man who seems to take an interest in him. After seeing this man around town more often than not, Shiloh gets worried he might have a stalker. But before he could take any action against the man, he's kidnapped in the dead of night. Locked away and scared, Shiloh is forced into a friendship with his obsessed admirer turned kidnapper. Their friendship however, turns into something more, and the idea of escaping back to his family and best friend slowly becomes a distant memory as Shiloh comes to love the man who stole him... MC & ML are 18+

Alexander Beckett is a party animal and doesn't know anything about discipline or respect. With his father planing on stepping down and giving his position as CEO of a multi-billion dollar business to Alexander, he first needs to learn some respect and discipline. The only way Alexander's father thinks this will happen is if he sends him to his childhood best friends's ranch in Texas. But Alexander needs more than just a three month rehab at a ranch. He needs to properly grieve for his mother and the only way for him to do that is to talk to his dad. Alexander is given a week to prepare for his three month stay at the ranch. He isn't happy at all and goes to the ranch expecting to be pampered but instead he is bossed around by a cute country boy, Lee Williams. These two soon find a slight attraction to one another, only Lee is the one to try and ignore his feelings for Alexander. In this City Boy Rehab feelings are discovered and others lost.

A work-related injury leaves special agent Michael O'Connolly forced to part ways with the FBI on an extended sick leave. He's been out of commission for weeks and is desperately ready for some action, but when he grabs hold of a filthy street kid, trying to pick his pockets, he gets more than he bargained for. Nineteen year old Jason Thames was accustomed to hard living. The streets had been his life for more years than he cared to remember. He did whatever he could to survive, but one cold, wet night he picks the wrong pocket, and gets caught up in a world he never thought he could have. The agent is harsh and intimidating, but he wants to help him, even when he discovers that Jason has a two year old son; Little Timmy. Over time, the attraction between the two men simmers, and Michael finds himself falling for both his house guests, but how can he hope for a future when the present is so riddled with uncertainty?

At first glance, nobody would be able to tell that Nathaniel Jean had a problem. Or second glance, or third, or fourth. After all, he had everything. He was a captain of his school's soccer team and one of the top players in the state. He had a big house and money to spend. He had family, he had friends, he had fun, he had faith. He never meant for it to happen. He never wanted to look at another man in the way he should have been looking at a woman. The idea had disgusted him for most of his life - living in a heavily Catholic town with heavily Catholic parents, homophobia was the only response he knew. That didn't change when he first realized that he didn't like girls. No, Nathaniel Jean was still homophobic. He hated the idea of a man sleeping with another man. He was raised on the notion that all gays went to hell, and he believed it. He despised them, and so he despised himself. Nathaniel Jean was more fortunate than most, because help did arrive for him. Help by the name of Lucas Morgan, they boy he'd always known but never known. The boy with big dreams and bigger talent. The boy that changed Nathaniel's life over the course of their thirty-six week long senior year.

After a messy divorce with his husband Eli, Caleb thinks he'd never have to deal with his foolishness again. But after their daughter Michelle has a few friends over and accidentally burns Eli's place down, it seems Caleb might just have to deal with his husband all over again.

"What are you gonna do? Call for help and cry?" He cooed. "Shut the fuck up!" Damsel shoved him away, only to be slammed back against the wall again. "I'm a damsel in distress! Help! Help! Where's my Knight in shining Armour!" Darren mimicked a high-pitched girly voice as he held back his laughter, grinning from ear to ear. He couldn't help but lean down dangerously close to Damsel's face Smiling, causing the younger to scrunch up his nose in disgust in result. Sure, the boy was annoying, but the pure satisfaction of the reactions he could get from the younger set a bomb of butterflies to explode in Darren's stomach. "Darren I'm not in the mood- fuck off!" Damsel spat in his face, the spit landing on Darren's cheek. Blood was rushing to Damsel's head, as he desperately tried to calm down whilst being trapped between the muscled arms resting on the wall behind him. He was flustered to say the least as his heart beat started thumping ever so loudly, Darren's nose just inches away from his. Darren could only scoff as he wiped away the spit that landed on his cheek, flames boiling and evident in his eyes, yet he wasnt sure if it was anger, annoyance, or something else. He aggressively lifted damsel's gaze with a tight grip on the younger's chin. Dominance coated his next words as a smirk grew on Darren's face. "But your knight's right here princess, where are you gonna run off to?" -------------- Damsel prince and Darren Knight. Ironic, right? You wouldn't catch these two getting along even if they were locked up in a closet together; they'd just be trying to rip each-other's throats out. That's just how they were. They'd do any little thing to piss the other off, it didn't matter what, when, or how,they wanted a negative reaction out of the other and that was it. Enemies. Both alphas, both hot-headed, both with anger issues. And both hated eachother. They had far too many similarities. [x]

Mike is supposed to be the next captain of his school's basketball club, but the 17 year old play boy is distraught because he has to move after his parents divorce. He becomes even more angry that they have to stay a few months with his mum's friend till his mum can get back on her feet. When he gets there, he discovers she also has a son of the same age Lyon who is also a Casanova. They began their rivalry as they both compete to become the new captain. But after a celebratory night party, they are drunk dared to make out by other players who have obviously noticed the bad blood. From a make out session to a hot night shared, they began to question their differences. #1 Awards 02/14/24 #4 gayness 05/14/24 #16 homosexual 05/14/24 #1 roommates 06/24/24 #5 Lgbtfiction 06/13/24 #2 humor 07/30/24 #1 badboynextdoor 08/10/24 #1gaystory 09/05/24 #2 maturity 10/21/24 **Not edited yet...like at all!!