'Harsh pants flew past your lips as you ran through the halls of the eerie estate, you paid no mind to the dolls you passed. The dusty floorboard creaked underfoot. You heard Angie counting down. 5 seconds left for you to hide.' Has dark themes in it so read with caution this is meant to be a more dark romance with lots of fluff in between plot progression along with some casual crack energy sporadically sprinkled throughout the fic. Head the TWs, please.

Due to a very unfortunate incident that resulted in you dangling off of the edge of a bridge, you had a near death experience that robbed from you your only remaining shred of faith in humanity. You gained more than you lost though, because just as you were about to surrender to your own end, you found yourself host to an alien parasite who seemes to be the only creature you had ever met that could keep up with you. They accept the swarm of violent thoughts that swim around in your head, they accept your identity, the only thing they do not accept is the mask of a societably accptable persona that you had been wearing for years. They are opal eyes, and when you are together, you are so much more than you ever thought you could be. TW: Blood, Gore, Cannabalism, sex while inside of a symbiote (Also posted on ao3)

[Popular!Pervert!Male x Yandere!Male!Reader] Y/n L/n is the creepy boy in class 2-A. He has no friends, he never speaks, and he avoids everyone like they're the plague. In Haru Ahane's eyes (the most popular boy in their class), that makes him perfect. To his classmates, that makes him unsettling. ...To his victims, that makes Y/n L/n downright dangerous.

𝙃𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩! - ☆ - Eyes are the doorway to the soul... too bad these ones made you all but gag at the sight. Homophobe hating one of the few gay people in town, nothing new. What IS new is the alien creatures leaking in from another dimension threatening to tear the very fabric of your world apart. - ☆ - 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮... - ☆ - TW: racism, homophobia, slurs, blood, gore, death, bodily horror, an overglorified D&D ad, physical abuse, mental abuse, child abuse, underage drinking, heavy swearing, probably more I can't think of right now Reader discretion is advised... more so than usual - ☆ - 𝙃𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙪𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩, 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚.

"𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪! 𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪! 𝔸 𝕟𝕖𝕨𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦!" In which the world Government hires a new delivery bird... er boy‐ man?, for the newspaper... Tune in to the crazy events and strange scenarios of his everyday routes.

SEQUEL TO "STATE OF GRACE" m!reader x din djarin ••• Your old life is nothing but a memory. It's time to start anew with Din by your side. He'll show you the wonders of the galaxy as well as the dangers, and you'll show him how to relax and have fun. He is still learning how to love, but he's sure of one thing: he will protect you and the child with his life. (This fic takes place four months after the events in "State of Grace".)

Years later, the Nublar Seven reunite... although under questionable circumstances.

Y/N is a 14-year-old boy and a freshman in high school. He has grown popular at his school and online for his guitar skills and has a lot of future potential. However, he has some... personality issues. Y/N isn't the nicest. He doesn't try to be rude, he's just blunt and doesn't bother trying to make friends. In general, he's just a quiet kid. His agent suggested to Y/N and his parents that he's allowed to attend Camp Cretaceous. Seeing as it will be good for his image, and it could help him with his people skills. Y/N wasn't exactly on board with the idea but with his mom's signature, and his agent's emails to Mr. Kon, Y/N is chosen to attend.

LONG story Asylum au :))) Y/n traded bread for serial killers. One day he's baking croissants, the next he's a psychiatrist at an asylum full of murderers with flair. He's supposed to be the professional here, but between homicidal maniacs, psychological chess matches, and one patient who swears therapy is "a government conspiracy," Y/n's barely holding it together. Not to mention his own sketchy past, which he's hiding behind a nonchalant attitude, caffeine, and a clipboard he doesn't actually use. In a place ruled by madness, the greatest threat may not be the killers...but the darkness inside the man trying to cure them. Who's really getting rehabilitated here? Your guess is as good as his. Buckle up camental health has never been this unhinged 😐