"Well hello gorgeous." He smiled at me, his hair falling down over his face. "I haven't seen you around here before." ~ This fanfiction will contain harsh descriptions, brutality, the use of alcohol and/or drugs, and sexual content. as well as a thought disorder. If you are sensitive to any of these themes, please use your own reader discretion. Also I would like to state that the drawing is done by Shuploc, who is super talented and I would never even dream of taking credit for that drawing. You should check them out. All storylines are my own ideas and my own writing. Thank you. Thank you all so much for reading, voting and or commenting on the story, it helps me out a lot! As always, stay you, Rinny!

I was sure that it couldn't be that bad having to share a room with someone. I didn't expect anything less, this was college after all and having a dorm room was an expectation of the school as well. What I didn't expect was the fact that I would have to room with the biggest loser on campus. ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ Hello friends! Welcome to my book, thank you for coming. Before reading I suggest gazing over the warnings and topics that this story will contain. ~This is an AU ~There will be usage of alcohol/drugs ~Possible physical and verbal violence ~Possible sexual content ~The use of vulgar language ~False representations of college ~Cross Dressing ~Boyxboy Thank you for taking the time to read this! If you want to know why or why not I do things go ahead and check out my profile where I talk all about my writing "styles" thank you! Rinny♡ ------ All characters depicted in this book are in of themselves, fiction. Even if they portray similarities to real life people, the relationships and characters themselves are of my own design.

Mark always knew who he could trust with all his secrets, who would walk with him, and who was out to get him. Being able to read minds had it perks but overall, it kind of sucked. Just having those constant voices in your head, yelling, whispering, just talking. It drove him mad. Mark was still an optimist, no matter what life threw at him. The red-haired kid that you would either see with a smile or a look of impatience, who stayed behind in empty classrooms for three minutes and only having two more minutes to run across the school the next classroom. That was Mark Fischbach, the one not many knew. Jack never knew who he could trust, who he could complain to, who to confine to without being betrayed. He didn't know why he couldn't trust people, he just had trust issues. He was an optimist, though even an optimist had something to complain about so they could remain optimistic. Not wanting to plague others with his deepest secrets that they had to keep or with his flurry of complaints that he had about life. He was the green-haired kid you could always hang out with, the kid that you could ask for help and he would always come through, the kid with the big toothy grin that everyone loved. That was the Sean McLoughlin that everyone knew. Jack didn't know a lot about his life. Who he could trust? Who he could be actual friends with? Who was out to get him? Who actually hated that giant grin on his face and wanted to wipe it clean? Who is the red-haired kid that looks like he's about to explode in the back of the classroom? Why does he want to help Jack? Why does he know that Jack needs help the first place? The Cotton Candy haired boys; Green and red acting as a beacon of that everyone's eyes are drawn to. The Candy Floss haired boys; Red and green catching the attention of passersby no matter the case. The Candy Haired Boys that needed to live for once instead of hiding from the possiblilities in life.

Jack's parents had always been strictly religious and left him tainted with memories that will never leave him. He decided to escape to America, leaving behind his home in Ireland in hopes of a better life, but it proves to be a difficult task after he bumps into a man who can't let him leave. Mark has never been normal and tends to have blackouts, where he'd lash out at others and come out of it not knowing what he had done. Realizing this, he tried to stay away from everyone, not wanting to hurt anyone anymore, but it proves to be a difficult task after he runs into someone he can't let go of. [Cover art is not my own] [Will contain physical, verbal, and sexual abuse - read at your own discretion]

The first time was a mistake; Jack swears by it: It was a convention. They were drunk. Jack and his girlfriend were fighting. Mark just looked so good with his new haircut. It was just a one time thing: Jack loves his girlfriend. Mark is his best friend. Conventions are for fans. But then why can't Jack stop thinking about it? Maybe it will be just a two time thing. Completed! In the process of being edited! Sequel now on my profile! Cover by livvydavis

THIS IS AN NSFW FIC. CONTAINS: Strippers, Smut scenes, angst in some areas. * Welcome to Daddies Strip Club When Sean joined the club, became one of our strippers, he immediately stole the show. Mark didn't like that. He always wanted to be the center. He loved the attention he would get from the regulars. Sean earned the name Clover. Because he is Irish and you were lucky to get him. Mark and Sean never took to each other. Sean wanted to be friends. But it never worked out. Mark was bitter towards him. But one day that all changed when they both got drunk and stayed in the club for the night. *Off to a rough start. I know. But I think this will be good. Bear with me on the first few chapters. I'm trying to get the boat on level water.* Sincerely, CJ.

Two YouTubers from two different countries. They have never thought of each other more than best friends. But what happens when they have to share the same hotel room? Will they develop feelings for each other, or will it turn into a catastrophe?

Eight weeks of waiting. Eight weeks of terror. Jack has relaxed a lot, but Mark is still of high alert. "Babe, it's okay! They aren't tearing me away from you again." "But you don't know that, Jack. And I have a bad feeling..." Then there's an unexpected guest.

A house party. A dare to kiss Mark. Total. Confusion. Jack realizes he has feelings for his best friend, but Mark doesn't know. And it certainly doesn't help that they live together.

Einmal im Jahr ist die Purge. Die Säuberung. 12 Stunden. Alles legal. Mord mit eingeschlossen. Kannst du dich retten? Wirst du diese Nacht überleben? ----- Meine Inspiration für diese Story, liegt bei dem Film "The Purge - Anarchy".