Waking Up the Satellites
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Last published Sun, May 25, 2025
It started with a kiss, one that wasn't supposed to happen, in a dorm room that wasn't supposed to feel like home. He told himself it meant nothing. That it would vanish like most things do in the blur of college days and unspoken feelings. But some moments leave a mark. Some people become satellites, quietly orbiting long after they're gone.
So he wrote it down. A confession meant for no one. Just a signal flung into the dark, because he had no one to tell and nowhere else to go. But someone picked it up. Then everyone did. And suddenly, the boy who spent his life hiding became a headline. A heartbreak. A star collapsing in public view.
Still, somewhere out there, the satellites are listening. And maybe, just maybe... one of them is him.
Inspired by the love story of Nikko and Mikko from Uno RecoLeaks.
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It just... happened? (boyxboy)
Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020Complete
To Yohann (BxB) - Edited
Love confession is the most romantic way a person can show his/her affection towards the person he/she likes. Pero ang katorpehan ni Zacheous ang malaking hadlang sa gagawin niyang love confession. A girl caught her attention but he's coward enough not to ask her name. Pero ayon sa kaibigan niya, Yohan, base sa pagkakarinig niya, ang pangalan ng babaeng nagugustuhan niya. With the help of his friend, he planned a love confession. Everything goes smoothly, until he heard a guy's voice behind him. He eventually confessed to a guy named Yohann that has a same of his crush, Yohanne. It turns out that the guy who heard his love confession is the one who's always hanging around his crush. Isang ideya naman ang naisip niya. Total malapit naman si Yohann kay Yohanne, naisip ni Zacheous na gamitin si Yohann na tulay para malapit kay Yohanne . He buys gifts, he buys flowers, he buys stuffs and he write letters, and all of those were given to Yohann but it wasn't for Yohann. Zacheous always thought that 'it will be given to Yohann, for Yohanne'. Yohann doesn't botter to complain, he knows what he's doing, he's just afraid to their closeness. Along the way, Zacheous realized that Yohann isn't a threat. His attachment to Yohann, deepens. Lalo na't si Yohann lang ang kilala niyang mahihingan ng tulong para ligawan si Yohanne. Or he just uses his courtship as an excuse to get closer to Yohann? Then someone came up. Someone who do things for Yohann, someone who buys things for Yohann, someone who show obvious affection for Yohann. Banta ba siya para kay Zacheous? O 'di kaya'y mas makabubuti 'yun sa kaniya para mas mapagtuunan niya ng pansin ang panliligaw kay Yohanne? Ang tao ba na 'yun ang sign na hinintay niya para gumawa siya ng mga diskarte para kay Yohanne na walang tulong ni Yohann? O may iba pang inaasahang mangyari si Zacheous? #HermosaPiezaBLNCompetitionEntry ~~~ LadyLangLangComplete
WISHBONE: Chords & Collars
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Stellar Serendipity [Boys' Love]
Apollo never believed in wishes-not even under a sky full of shooting stars. Hope felt dangerous, and love? Even riskier. Still, on one rare night when the universe seemed too beautiful to ignore, he lets himself whisper a quiet dare to the stars: "There's nothing to lose if I believe... right?" Then love arrives. Sudden, intense, breathtaking. The kind that makes late-night conversations feel like constellations forming, the kind that makes you think maybe, just maybe, destiny does exist. But the universe has a way of testing dreamers. When everything bright begins to blur, Apollo is thrown into a journey that challenges his courage, his heart, and everything he thought he knew about love, trust, and himself. In the aftermath of broken faith and searching for light again, a new spark quietly rises-gentle, steady, and unexpectedly powerful. And one magical Christmas night under a sky full of stars, Apollo learns that some wishes don't give you what you asked for, they lead you to what you truly deserve.Complete
THAT ONE NIGHT LOVE
It was just one night. One room. No promises. No confessions. Just two people- who should've walked away. But something about the way they looked at each other... The way silence held more meaning than words ever could... Made that night less of a mistake and more of a memory neither body could forget. Now, two years later, they're back. In the same city. Under different names. Carrying the same ache. She has someone new. He almost moved on. But love doesn't always announce itself- sometimes it just lingers. What happens when: - a closed room remembers what the world forced them to forget? - bodies touch again, but hearts hesitate harder? - one mug, one bed, one white shirt brings everything rushing back? "Unfinished things don't die. They wait. In bedrooms like this - with people like us." 🌙 A poetic, slow-burn Hinglish story. Of what was never said, what was never supposed to happen, and what still might - if they dare. Read if you like: ✨ Emotionally mature tension ✨ Silent glances louder than love letters ✨ Bedroom intimacy with poetic restraint ✨ Chapters that feel like old voice notes you never deleted 📌 New Chapters Every day 📍 Instagram + Wattpad Exclusives 💬 Comment "I've been there" if you've ever left a room and still felt touched
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> "You talk too much, Niko." "Tie me up, then. Shut me up with your mouth." Niko knows he's hot - cocky smirk, inked skin, always in control. He's used to being chased, used, and worshipped. Until Lance. Lance is the last person you'd expect to ruin a bad boy. Top grades. Cold eyes. Always watching, always quiet. But underneath those soft sweaters is someone dark, dangerous, and dominant as hell. And Niko can't stop pushing. He wants to be punished. Wants to be broken. Wants Lance to finally lose that calm and grab him by the throat. > "You like acting tough, but I see it, Niko. You want to be told when to kneel." "Then fucking tell me Lance. I'll kneel. Just don't stop. Please I beg you." One insult turned into obsession. One power play turned into Niko begging for more. Now they're toeing the line between hate, lust, and something that sounds dangerously close to love. He wanted control. He got Lance.Complete
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HERE WE MEET AGAIN
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Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020
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