The story is not by me, it's originally by astr0nomika I decided to re-upload it here so that everyone could read it due to the situation that the fanfic has been taken down in GoodReads I took the risks to upload this, so please don't report, if anybody suggests I take it down, I will. This is a DNF fanfic, if you don't want to read it, please just pass. Side note: This is just a fanfiction, do not believe any of the events from this fanfic is from real-life events because it's not.

THIS ISNT MINE STORY!! It's originally readable on AO3 (Creator of the story....@thcscus)

༄ Dream is the lead guitarist in a band, George is just a boy who happens to be the one Dream falls for. Little does George know this isn't the first time he's ever encountered the man he will slowly come to love. - tws/cws at the start of each chapter !! :) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED please ask for permission before attempting to repost/ use/ make new works/ with any content from this book. please contact me to discuss further through tiktok - @amymayfarrell_ instagram - @amymayfarrell

When long-time enemies, Bakugo Katsuki--the all-star athlete and rascal of Ise--and Izuku Midoriya, the town sweetheart, are paired together for a long-term project, the quiet beachside town of Ise suddenly gets a bit louder. In which, Katsuki is an asshole pole vaulter, Izuku is going to fail psychology, and both are about to have the most intense spring semester yet.

"I uh," Tommy starts, not knowing how to break this to the hero lightly. He hates to be the bearer of bad news. "I think your powers are broken? It's not a bad thing of course, but like, I swear you tried to mind control me and it like, totally failed. Which is fine, honestly, don't feel insecure. Everyone's power stop working sometimes... I think." Sheesh, this is very awkward. Why is no one else talking? Why is Philza looking at him like he grew three heads? Why is the Blade staring at him so intensely? Why is Willow still frozen? "Did I, did I hit a nerve? Yikes," Tommy hisses, "Well um," He steps back, bracing his legs and bending his knees, "This was like super fun, but I'm - I'mma head out." or, in which Tommy manages to annoy the hell out of Phil, Techno and Wilbur by being both impossible to catch and irritatingly endearing. or or, a crack fic where Tommy is a vigilante and Phil, Techno and Wilbur are the heroes hunting him down.

Just the story from ao3 so people here can read it!

my heart can't be in 2020 when it belongs in 1970. - this piece is completely unedited (original work by the author) - re-upload of 'Flowers from 1970' by astr0nomika. - book cover art creds go to @Mr_sapitusnapitus

this fanfic is not mine it belongs to @Aria_Cinbun on Ao3 His name was Tommy Innes, and he was born to touch the stars. Of course, touching the stars was going to have to wait, because he'd lost that dream the moment his parents had died when he was ten years old-the moment he had watched that starship explosion and felt a bit of his heart die with them. He'd lost that dream when he was transported to prison and then to a place called Pogtopia. He'd lost that dream when he watched hundreds of children starve on the streets of Pogtopia. When he and two friends become the lone survivors of the Red Planet's Genocide. When they were rescued, and he was captured again. But maybe-maybe one day, he would regain that dream. Maybe he would hunt down the mass murderer that had executed his friends and gain his revenge-but that day was not now, and now he sat in a prison and stared at the faraway stars. Perhaps there would be people that he could call family again. People he would see again-people whom he had lost years ago. One day. Because he was an Avian, born to be forever alone amongst broken stars. And Avians did not fall unless they wanted to. or a science fiction fic about rebellion

Big Man Tommyinnit. stuck in space, in a cell, all alone. Well not alone anymore, he's got this really small adorable looking alien now! and he's in too deep, he's already sworn his life to the guy. Tommy picks up alien friends left and right to slowly work his way around space to survive. His hell through space does not prevent the affection that his heart still retains and he slowly begins to heal the scars that have been formed from being treated like an experiment, an animal. With a family forming and his protectiveness showing, he'll be ready to throttle anybody that hurts his friends Now if only he could talk to them. Cover made by Monarch Orien in my Discord