katsuki was hit by mysterious quirk. kinda mean mitsuki. warning: - cutting - suicide attempts - cussing - blood - death *i'll try to upload daily*

Class 1A has new of a new student who was supposedly joining their class. How will they feel when they see that their resident Pomeranian was already close to the new boy. The intended purpose left as soon as it came and i just ended up being a whole shit show of fluff, angst and drama.

'Never trust a survivor until you learn what they've done to survive.' Thousands of years into the future, after the bomb that caught the world at its weakest, when zombies rule the cold nights and weapons rule the days, when your only chance of survival is killing, and when your government is basically destroyed: Dream is a loyal follower of the current president, leading a well-known group alongside the notorious fighter Technoblade. Living a life of fame and comfort, (At least, as comfortable as one gets in this world) it seems the talented, clever man has nothing to worry about. Or so he may think. George is living under the radar, his incredible skills with the bow and arrow just barely keeping him alive. On the run with his best friend, Sapnap, and finding things he wasn't supposed to, George isn't sure what to do anymore. He quickly learns that not everything is what it seems. Started: 11/9/20 Completed: 12/27/20

in which george has a crush on a boy that posts photos of himself, faceless, on instagram. not knowing that that boy is his best friend. GUYS IM GONNA EDIT THIS STORY TO MAKE JT BETTER BELIEVE ME chill story , random updates:) started; november 30th, 2020 ended; ??? instagram au #1 dnf <3 #1 instagram au !!!! #2 eret ?!?! #25 in dreamnotfound ?!1!1! ; dreamnotfound ; karlnap psa: this story only has the mature tag bc some of the pictures are **suggestive** and i dont want this to be taken down

"But Clay- you don't understand I-" "Sir." His voice was low. George stilled, his heart beating in his mouth. "...what?" The taller strode forward, rocketing his large hand to wrap tightly around the others pale neck. George gasped for air as his hands grappled to be released. Dream could only smirk sickly, fingers tightening their grip. "Sir." George stiffened at the realisation. "It's Sir, to you." ----- OR: Dream is a university/college professor and George is failing his class... looks like he'll need to find another way to get a passing grade. +I swear there plot I swear - but this is a smut book. +Yes, all hail Dadza (Philza) as the head master. +the majority of the smp characters will be included +Tommy and tubbo appear but NO underaged weird minor shit !!!WARNING!!! THERE IS MATURE/ EXPLICIT CONTENT HERE! TRANSLATIONS : @kayawasfound for Arabic translation :) Started: 26/02/21 Finished: 25/08/21

𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹

[COMPLETED] --- [EDITED; no longer containing content with Technoblade] Dream, the most popular gay porn star. George, a poor young man who's part time bartender and part time thief. Dropped out of college so he can get a job to pay for the overpriced medical bills for his sick grandma, who's his only family. When George gets fired from his one and only job, Dream offers him a new one. What George wasn't expecting was cameras being pointed at him and Dream, as they made out on a bed. WARNINGS: NSFW / R18 / Mature Content [Read with caution- you have been warned]

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals