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  • Streaming with my Boyfriend  by 2011theauthor
    2011theauthor
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    "Streaming With My Boyfriend" Jamie's life is all controllers, caffeine, and chaos. As a popular streamer, he's got fans, fame, and a mouth that rarely filters. Eli's life is textbooks, late-night study sessions, and way too much tea. As a calm college student, he's the total opposite of Jamie... and also his boyfriend. On stream, they're sweet and silly. Off stream? They're real-messy arguments, whispered confessions, accidental breakups and all. But when haters start stirring trouble, personal secrets get exposed, and Jamie's family crashes in with opinions, their relationship is put under the kind of pressure you can't just mute. Can two boys from totally different worlds survive the spotlight? Or will love lag out for good? 🎮 Boyfriends. 🧃 Drama. ❤️‍🔥 Spicy makeouts. 🎥 Chaos caught on camera. All characters do belong to me.
  • quiet places we carry - niall horan by lostboytommy
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    you didn't come here to fall in love. you came to write. to disappear for a while. but the cottage in the irish countryside came with mismatched mugs, creaky stairs, and niall horan-barefoot, quiet, and far too kind. what begins in silence slowly unfolds: warm tea, shared songs, rainwalks, and the kind of comfort you don't have to earn. no games. no performances. just presence. you recognise him. of course you do. he's part of your childhood. but he looks at you like you're something worth staying for. this isn't a love story that shouts. it hums. and maybe that's enough.
  • wild horses don't lie - harry styles by lostboytommy
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    a weekend in the woods. a kiss in the rain. a boy who writes like a bruise and another who sings like a prayer. jamie didn't come to the retreat to fall in love. he came to disappear but harry-barefoot, quiet, older now-sees right through him. set in the new forest at a strange little songwriters commune, *wild horses don't lie* is a story of queer rebirth, soft mornings, and learning how to be loved without flinching. for anyone who ever fell too hard, too fast-for the boy who felt like a song. "i don't want this to be a weekend thing," he says. "then let's make a new world," you answer.