Astro's a writer and reads alot in this story and it's from both POVS (it'll switch) PLEASE DON'T ATTACK ME FRUITCAKE SHIPPERS.. COVER NOT BY ME! it's by bensie de x on twitter :3

COMPLETE Max starts his first year at college. Everything goes well for him and his friends PJ and Bobby until he meets Bradley Uppercrust the Third. This arrogant jerk gets in his way and annoys him in his everyday life, but also in his dreams. With the bet on, and his reputation at stake, Max is more stressed than ever. But when the brown-haired boy looks at him, it seems as if his life wasn't that bad. Max x Bradley (Maxley), An extremely goofy movie fanfiction -none of these characters are mine

What happens when the hero gets tired? When everything is resting on their shoulders and they've just had enough? When all the hero wants is to take a break or for once have someone take care of him instead of the other way around? The hero breaks. They've finally had enough. *

I write killer x dream in all my spare time these days with my ship brainrot. These will mostly be angst or smut shots, not much else Ongoing series: Guardian angel: Angst angst angst. Dream died and is left a guardian angel to stop killer from reaching the same fate he did. (Writing starts bad, gets better). ✅COMPLETED✅ One night only: Killer becomes obsessed with Dream, the enemy. How does he deal with obsession? By getting the sense fucked out of him of course. (Smut smut smut) Soulmates: Dream and killer weren't bound by fate, but that won't stop them (Continuation from crossmare oneshot book) Slave: in which Killer is Dream's fighter slave who's only purpose is to win tournaments to please his master. Irreparable: Where in battle Dream blinds Killer and has to deal with the consequences.

"Two," the voice over the loudspeakers called out. Just like 001 had said. As suddenly as the realization hit him, Gi-Hun was already being dragged by his arm towards a room. There was no time to waste; many people would die this round, and Gi-Hun prayed to whatever gods might be watching them for mercy. He glanced back at the group he had formed-Jung-Bae was already gone. Thank God. He was safe. Finally, he focused on the hand holding his arm, the grip so strong he swore the blood flow was cut off. He looked up at their face, the dark, short locks, those soft, endless eyes. It was 001. *** started this on wattpad while waiting for ao3 to be accepted,, ENJOY anyways these two have been on my mind like crazy,,, also pretend for this story that mingle takes place before the six-legged pentathlon IN-HO IS A BOTTOM I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL has nsfw // chapter has a warning!!

Gi-hun and Front Man in a psychological game full of manipulation, desire and unstable emotions. Their relationship is non-obvious, balancing on the edge of fascination and control, in a world where nothing is real. Apologies for any grammar mistakes. English is not my native language but I'm trying my best.

ˏˋ @爱 : : ° •. ︿︿︿︿︿︿ ✎ᝰ . . . . - "No importa qué tenga qué hacer con tal de que él sea mío" in-ho : activo/top gi-hun : pasivo/bottom