Obsessive simpbur ig X reader Female Y/n "𝓸𝓱 𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘'𝓶 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓾𝓼, 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮,," MADE YEARS AGO. NOT A WILBUR FAN.

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

"Don't be afraid little we will take good care of you~" There's was one little girl who was the sweetest person you can ever imagine good manners but she doesn't have parents.....for now..... God!Yandere!Dream smp/sbi x fem!child!reader start : July 13 2021 finish : Discontinued

Caught in a war L'Manburg can't win, Wilbur offers up one last thing. You.

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

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A story of you and your childhood bestfriend reuniting after 7 years. Was it fate? Destiny? It must be... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- !! A Tubbo X Female Reader Fanfiction !! Author Notes: * Reader is FEMALE O_O * NO SMUT! JUST FLUFF!! AND OCCASIONALLY EMOTIONAL HEARTACHE!! NOTHING MORE!!! 😒 * This was just a random idea I came up with after watching an anime. Don't mind it that much---

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

╔⭒─⭑∘◦♔◦∘ Y/n is just a basic girl in the background, who loves watching minecraft youtubers and anime, she's quite sensitive and can get a bit loud when she's with the people she feels safe talking to. She also always dreamt about becoming a streamer. She lives in London with her mom while her dad is working far, far away. When you have decided that it's time to start your streaming career, someone who you looked up to a lot decides to help you out, witch eventually leads you into finding new friends, and possibly love.. ╚⭑─⭒─⭑─⭒─⭑∘◦♔◦∘ ❥ h/c - Hair color ❥ h/l - Hair length ❥ e/c - Eye color ❥ f/a - Favorite anime (if you don't watch anime then replace it with a movie or something) ‼️ Cover art credit: yurjv on twitter ‼️ I am not a native speaker so please feel free to correct my spelling or grammar mistakes ‼️ This is my first time writing a story so i apologize if it won't be the best <3 feel free to give me advice ‼️This story contains swear words

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK THREE --- What a wonderful little secret this was though. If you hadn't been able to follow the signs you would have never found it - a real travesty. Everything you could possibly need resided here in some form or another - feverfew sprang up in little bunches from the ground, accompanied by echinacea. Gingko trees around the place offered their leaves down to you in little bundles. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought someone had planted it all here... A rustle from the bushes behind you stopped your train of thought in its track, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. Your hand withdrawing from the bundle of milk thistle it had been about to grab, you slowly turned, mind filling with all a matter of wild animals that could be lurking in this wood. A pair of soft brown eyes peered out from one of the clumps of brush, staring directly at you.