Preston has these dreams that he can't explain. They are about a guy that he never met before. Ever since he has been having these dreams, he has been writing in a journal about all of his dreams just to keep his sanity. But what if his boyfriend finds out about them? Will Preston have to choose between his Dreams, or will he stay in Reality? THIS BOOK WILL HAVE NO SMUT! Most likely. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I don't like writing that stuff because sure it's cute, but NO. JUST NO. But there will be fluffy stuff, cuddling, kisses and flirting though. The cover is made by @UndoubtedlyAnna! She is a great artist so go send her some love for making it. And if you use it for yourself, please give her credit. She is no longer on Wattpad, but she is just amazing. ^-^

It isn't cheating if the person is almost dead, right?

What happens when one pulls the others heart strings? Do they pull back or snap the strings?

Noun, Plural: Flings /Fling/ A short period of enjoyment or wild behavior.

'I was afraid to love, wearing a heart that was paper-thin. Thought it'd break with each unhappy ending, so I never let the story begin.' A short story set in the Hunger Games and loosely based on the Approaching Nirvana song "Aim for Me." For now, this is a one-shot even though I have ideas for more chapters. I just don't want to take on too many big projects at one time. If you would like to see more, please like/fav/sub and leave a comment below. Seeing that other people enjoy my writing pushes me to write better and more often. Warnings: violence, graphic imagery, cheesiness, maybe some tears.

Awesome

"B-But, Rob, it is forbidden to leave here, and those were the rules given to a citizen. What would happen if you, the ruler of our domain, was to do such a thing-" Mat trembled before his kind-hearted leader, yearning for him to not leave. "I'd be stuck down there....forever," Rob gloomily hung his head in shame. It wasn't his fault he couldn't find love up here... Well, if he did, it was platonic, just for the laughs of the townspeople. His heart begged for someone who would care for him as a normal person, not as a ruler. But Rob knew exactly who he wanted, although he had not seen this said person in over 10 years, since they last departed. He didn't know how he'd get to them, but true love would find its way eventually. Even if it means crossing some boundaries that had never been crossed before...

Mat always felt alone. At least not with Rob. Can Rob break the walls the Mat has protected so much or is there someone else?

'I'm not like that. I can't be like that. I can't like him. I don't like him. The Bible says it's wrong. He's my best friend. He'd understand.' Ever wanted to doubt your morality or sanity? This is a good place to start. Severe Trigger Warnings: vulgar language, graphic imagery, depression/mental illness, health problems/illness, self harm, mentions of suicide, unhealthy relationships, disturbing situations, smut/kink, maybe some tears. I will update this list as the story progresses. If it exists elsewhere in this fandom, it will probably be in here. I am writing this story to complete a challenge given to me by my friend, FieryZorua (outlined below). If you hate it, blame her. This thing is longer than a Harry Potter book (over 700 pages and more than 250,000 words) and the chapters might actually crash mobile devices. Challenge Information: Must break your current writing record (120,000 words or 350 pages for me for stories that aren't one-shots); must include as many overused plot lines and character stereotypes as possible (it's a giant parody of everyone else's stories); must be one continuous story line that is easy to follow; all facts were either gathered in a single 20-minute Google search period performed before the story was outlined, or they have to be made up on the spot. Only dialect/spelling/pronunciation/phrases and recent events (post-2016) can be looked up after the research period is over. I speak no truth - only nonsense.