15 boys. 15 futures. 1 winner. Technoblade, a 17 year old hitman, finds himself sucked into a game by God where 15 people fight to the death until there is 1 winner, which will be crowned as the world's NEW God. It's every man for himself - And so the question will remain: Who will be the last man standing?

The continuing story of the pimp and his brave boyfriend, running away from Colorado and into Missouri. Safe from Cartman, the police, and hurtful eyes. Or at least they think they are. Will Cartman kill Butters like he planned, or will Cartman get what he deserves? ⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ •Possible bad grammar •Late on updates •BOY X BOY •Lots of sex and possibly violence Basically if you're a grammar naxi, DON'T READ! If you don't like late updates, DON'T READ! If you're homophobic or just don't like BL, DON'T READ!

"Gumball, have you ever kissed anyone?" Marshal lee and Gumball slowly watch as there hatred for each other turns into love. Blah blah blah ENJOY! Warnings: *possible mature content (the fickle frackle) *boy x boy *cussing *DONT LIKE IT? DONT READ IT! disclaimer: THE CHARACTERS AND SETTING ARE NOT MINE

Ok. Apparently I'm some sort of a masochist because here I am again with a fanfiction. But one person requested this, ONE PERSON. So now I have to do it. Just kidding!! Love you all! THE COVER ISNT MINE. ACTUALLY, NONE OF THE ART IS CRINGEY MATERIAL

This story is a love story of Genji and Mercy and a story that would be after the omnic crisis and after the explosion of the headquarters and all the shorts. All characters from the game will be in the story and are all meeting at watchpoint Gibraltar.

After an accident leaves her blind, Mercy needs a caretaker to help her around. Who else would take the job but the cyborg she saved all those years ago? A/N This was the first long fic i wrote, hope yall enjoyed! Edit: I decided to cut the story up into parts to make it more bite-sized for yall, hope it makes reading better!

"You mean Tweek? He's annoying," it was a lie, I could never think of Tweek as annoying, but at the time I just wanted to be accepted as a decent human being. Someone people would want to be around, "The only reason I hang out with him anymore is because of the free coffee. He's a freak, really."