Wade Wilson is my brother, I know, lucky me right? Actually, yeah; sure it gets annoying being the lesser known Wilson, but it's very convenient when everyone assumes he was the one that blew up the school bus, or set precisely 69 rabid weasels loose at the local Subway. Back to the point, We're kinda like Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, except we can't take anything seriously, and we're both alive... intermittently. Inspired by @ae0pl POV on TikTok

Decided to do another DEH treebros fanfic because I love dear Evan Hansen so fucking much!

Evan has always felt like no one was there for him most of his life. Evan hasn't had any friends and feels lonely most of the time and his anxiety doesn't help him with those feelings. One day Evan meets Connor Murphy and things start to develop. Will they be just friends or will they be more than that in the future? Art by: @adothamtheother51

!COMPLETED! Evan and Connor have been crushing on each other for years. Both are too nervous to tell the other how they feel, which leads to a lot of confusion for the two boys. - It's my first fic so sorry if it sucks yikes !COMPLETED!

Oneshots and imagines about Kylo Ren/Ben Solo. Will include fluff & angst. Disclaimer: I do NOT own any Star Wars characters. All rights go to Lucasfilm.

Its all Bnha! It's all Gay! It's all Smut! It's all Bnha Gay Smut! And AKA 'BGS' ( it sounds a lot like bts) So get your minds and hands ready because this is gonna get HOT! I have problems. What's bad is I'm making this on the 4th of July at my grandparents house! Dude if I get caught my mom is gonna kill me!!!! So I'm hiding in the back yard 😐. yaaay... Ok hope you enjoy Skittle_Boi Helped Me with some of these. Some of them was his ideas, others were only mine, and some we just put out ideas together and was like WABAM this is what we are gonna do HOYAAA!!!

››› [COMPLETED] "Dear, Blonde Loud Next Door Neighbor, I see that you have your own boys volleyball team, that's nice. I hope you guys lose every game. Seriously, I watched your team, they kind of suck. Anyways, I'm writing this note to tell you that you're really annoying in the morning and afternoon and your kids are pretty aggressive, always yelling "DIE!" every five seconds. I also have, like, five of your volleyball balls somewhere in my backyard and one broke my window. You're paying. I'll send the bill in your address. Anyways, please control your voice level, your suck ass of children, their own voice levels and their crazy ass strength of throwing balls into my backyard and windows. Thank you. From, Me, your next door neighbor." In which, Shota Aizawa is a lazy 27-year-old author who takes months to write his stories and never ever leaves his house, unless if it's to see his editor, other than that he never leaves. Really, he stays inside all day. It's awful. Hizashi Yamada is an energetic volleyball coach who coaches-more like babysits-a bunch of rowdy teenage boys that gets into a bunch of hand fights, arguments and are not very good at playing volleyball, always throwing a ball in the direction into Shota's house. And Shota gets pretty freaking annoyed by them. "Dear, Lovely Neighbor, LMAO UR ALIVE, I THOUGHT U WUZ DEAD WTF. YO WASSUP!! YO FIND ME ON INSTA & WE'LL CHAT THERE ;P" ©AizawaShota, 2017 ✧ 10-08-17 ; 12-25-18 ✧Cover by @babyboyfelix ✧ Side ships [minor]: Shinsou x Midoriya, Todoroki x Kaminari, Bakugou x Kirishima, Iida x Uraraka

This is basically a book where I put my ideas that won't escape my mind unless I write them. Enjoy? I guess... You are free to leave any suggestions if you want :)

Pitch the Nightmare King tries to get Jack Frost on his side filled with shadows. Will it work? But will Jack find out a new secret? Is Pitch really the monster? (Inspired by a quote/clip from the trailer Rise of the Guardians. The concept art in the book is really dark and twisted, and very creepy. I have a picture that helped with the idea)

When one breaks and becomes another will they fail or florish? A story about pitch and jack. Warning Yaoi and maybe smut later on. Read to find out what happens.