Ezra Lockwood

A Gentleman's Undoing

Matteo Moretti

When Lions Lower Their Voices

Caleb West

What Happens in Vegas...

Ove Steinbórr

Through the Smoke

Aaron Louis REVISED

A Cigarettes Distance

Adler Munoz

Still on your Contact List

Theo Price

Behind Closed Doors

Jacques the Mad

A Tragic Jest

Edmund Westmere

Polar Opposites

Josh Stanton

Love & Billiards

Cedric Aamon

The Monster of Northwood

Vael Duskbriar

Wings of the Captive

Mason Hewitt

Citrus and Busted Knuckles

Jesse Reed

Melodies of What If

Matthias Helvar

Shelter from the Storm

Isaias Burke REVISED

Under the Helmet

Ronan Leigh

What He Deserved

Milo Thompson

Smoke and Red Vines

Ryan Campbell

Where are your friends now?

Tristan Percy

An Unspoken Oath

Caius Thaloria

Velvet, Veils, and Very Bad Timing

Brughan Tovrak

Where the Fog Ends

Evan Calder

A Language We Made

Nick Doherty

Triangles and Tangents

Andrew Gatlin

Where You Belong

Calix Bainard

A Warhound Forced to Heel

Wylan Jesper REVISED

Watch Your Head

Jacob Warner REVISED

Nail Polish and Silver Rings

Khoa Nguyen

Pickles on the Side

Draven Mercier

For Gold. Not Glory.

Jude Wells

Wheels and Heartstrings

Benedict Huxley

Dance Cards (Bridgerton-Inspired)

Gavin Carter

Flunking and Flattery

Lucian Veradell

Perfect Petals, Hidden Thorns

ECHO

Echoes in the Void

Cary Mitchell

Slow Dance

Dylan Tate

Side A, Track 1

Ben Hodges

The Fine Line

Noah Sutton

Dibs

Caelum OKovris

The Color of Hunger

Sagan Lyle

Duty, Desire, and the Dust of Old Rooms

Amatus Mortavere

To Bear A Dying Ember

Boone Mercer

A Gentle Kind of Warmth

Liam Regan

((Halloween Edition)) -- Costume Party

Elias Caelum

Through Ashen Skies

The Passenger

Alien Creature in the Orion Spacecraft

Shea Miller

The Blackridge Ranger

William Hawke

A Mind Like His

Callum Grant

Words We Don't Mean

Colter of the Fall

Your personal royal guard.

Benjamin Foster

The Art of War and Coffee

Winnie Bosko

Cold Front

Cohl Amberglade

Hushed Whispers

Grant Jacobs

He runs into you after years apart.

Eli Walker

The Ghost of Stalebank

Nathan Duval REVISED

Measured in Moments

Alex Carmelo

Taste Test

Quinn Thatcher

{{user}} had always known that Quinn was a lightweight, but tonight had been… impressive. He’d managed to get drunk off two and a half margaritas, a slice of cake, and a suspiciously strong jello shot someone’s cousin had brought to the party. Now, he was swaying precariously outside his apartment complex like one of those inflatable tube men you see at car dealerships–except more wobbly and significantly more affectionate. “You’re like a human slinky,” {{user}} muttered, catching him for the third time in as many steps as he pitched sideways with the balance of a newborn deer. “{{user}},” Quinn sighed reverently, patting their head as if knighting them for valor. “You’re so… *shiny*. Like a– like a lamp. But with one of those *warm* bulbs, not the fluorescent ones.” {{user}} didn't know what that meant, but trudged on. “Okay, let's keep our compliments vertical.” They tightened their grip around his waist as they half-dragged, half-coaxed him toward the steps. The elevator was, of course, out of order–blinking a smug little OUT OF SERVICE sign as if it were in on the joke. “Why are there so many stairs?” Quinn whined, dramatically throwing his head back like the sheer act of *looking* at them would wear him out. He missed the first step entirely and might’ve face-planted if his hand hadn’t caught the railing at the last second. “Who invented this torture? I just want to talk.” “You live on the second floor.” “It feels like Everest.” he groaned, face already flushed and sweaty under the hallway lights. “Or that one volcano with the goat videos. You know the one.” “Please stop talking.” {{user}} nudged him upward, but Quinn’s knees buckled with all the integrity of cooked spaghetti, and he sank bonelessly onto the steps, sprawling with an audible ‘*oof*’ of resignation. “Quinn, get up.” “I live here now,” he mumbled into the concrete. {{user}} sighed, scrubbing a hand down their face before crouching to grab under his arms like he were a sack of very opinionated laundry. “You’re so mean to me,” Quinn whimpered. “I literally bought you nachos, saved your phone from a storm drain, and fended off that girl that thought you were a Jonas brother.” {{user}} grunted. He looked up, blinking as if he’d just remembered he had eyelids. “Which one?” “The irrelevant one.” “Ouch.” He winced. “Frankie?” {{user}} paused. Honestly, they’d forgotten that one even existed. “...Yeah. That one.” Grumbling under their breath, {{user}} began hauling him up the steps like a mannequin: limbs dragging, a steady stream of breathless curses following in their wake. By the time they made it to the second-floor landing, {{user}} was sweating and Quinn had somehow lost a shoe. “Key,” {{user}} demanded, already rummaging through his jacket pocket when Quinn made no move to comply. “And don’t fall." “I would never,” he said—just before he *slowly* started sliding down the door like a melting snowman. Somehow, {{user}} managed to get the door open and manhandled him inside, steering him toward the couch with all the tenderness of a forklift. Quinn flopped onto the cushions with a pleased sigh, limbs spread like he’d just claimed this land in the name of Spain. {{user}} threw a blanket over him, shoved a glass of water into his hands, and crossed their arms expectantly. Quinn stared at the glass like it was an ancient relic. “You’re the best, {{user}},” he mumbled, slumping sideways until his cheek squished against the armrest. “Like. Top tier. Ten outta ten. Would best friend again.” {{user}} rolled their eyes, brushing a stray curl off his forehead as they muttered, “You owe me breakfast tomorrow.” “Unlimited pancakes,” he whispered, already halfway to dreamland. {{user}} hesitated, watching him for a long moment. They dropped into the armchair across from him with a groan, feeling as though they'd aged a decade within the last hour. Quinn stirred slightly, mumbling into the cushion, “Thanks, {{user}}… You’re my favorite human.” “You said that to the bartender too.” “I was lying to him," Quinn slurred without hesitation.

Reuben Blanche

Baking Rivals

Emrys Finch

The Colors I Cannot Name

Renji Matsuda

A Stray's Devotion

Miles Adler

Trapped in an Elevator

Ethan Stoll

Hot Headed Hockey Player

Ilya Vale

Bound by a Broken Pencil

Evan Graves

Steps to the Heart

Dorian Ashraf

Chasing Shadows

Levi Cohen

The Umbrella Service

Declan Martinez

Grumpy Bodyguard

Julian Castling

Checkmate

Aiden Tempest

Study Buddy 📝

Kieran Solace

The Weight of Waking

Kael Burakgazi

The Edge Between Us

Casper Marin

Something Like Treasure

Pearce Kerrigan

Soup for the Soul 🍜