Not all love stories start off with lingering stares or flirting. Some love stories start with a girl punching a boy in the face. ~~~ (Y/n) (L/n) was on L'Manberg's side during the Dream SMP war. Her mother and father had apparently "disappeared" at a young age, abandoning her in the woods before she was found by the President of L'Manberg. She couldn't remember anything when she was younger, only being raised here with her friends. Now, she was 18 and fighting for the independence of her homeland. She was the ambassador and the little sister Wilbur never had. (Y/n) was known for her status, power and loyalty. In a twist of events, the Dream Team had tried taking her as hostage but it backfired, resulting in Sapnap becoming L'Manberg's hostage instead. Things started to get a lot more interesting, especially with (Y/n) and the raven haired boy. What happens when she slowly dawns on the truth? What happens when she finds out where she really came from? Who she was really meant to be? Which side she truly belonged in..? ~~~ THIS BOOK WAS INSPIRED BY "WHO'S IN THE WRONG?" BY SAPPYNAPPY_SIMP!! ! CONTAINS DRAMATIC IRONY ! !! NO SMUT !! **Sapnap x fem!reader **

"I know what it's like to be used! ...and so do you. Stay with me, please." A story in which the reader becomes a Technoblade apologist. ===== Cover art credit: noelhijkm - Instagram victorempov - Twitter Highly suggest checking them out. Their fanart is amazing! Heyo! This story will somewhat follow the plotline of the DreamSMP. Not to a tea but will hit the major events. It begins during the elections and exile. However, y/n has been around since the first revolution. It'll be a little more realistic, but aspects of Minecraft are still implemented (plus one self made one ;;;). We're in for a long one. Happy reading! WARNINGS: blood, swearing, angst, and gore Status: Complete <3 NO SMUT!!! If anyone within the DSMP is uncomfortable or asks for this story to be taken down, it will.

"𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺, 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘺?" "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨? 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆." "𝐿𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑!" Started: 9/14/20 Completed: 9/4/21 50k reads 12/11/20! 100k reads 1/29/21! 150k reads 3/22/21! 200k reads 5/30/21! 250k reads 8/4/21! 300k reads 5/31/22! highest rankings: #1 in #chooseyourownadventure: [ multiple dates!!! ] 1k votes 11/13/20! 10k votes 8/26/21! 11k votes 11/22/21! A Choose Your Own Adventure Story (Various SMP Members x Female Reader)

Art credits: ArtLinxin I am embarrassed, how did this get so many reads... Cw: Abuse, Little bit of smut, Cursing, Violent, Hopefully angesty Dream x Fem reader Y/n's 18 at the beginning. There are places to skip the smut dw 14 months writing Highest rankings: #1 Georgenotfound #1 Lmanburg #1 xreader #1 Dream #2 Mcyt #1 Wilbur #1 Tommyinnit #4 Technoblade #4 Dreamwastaken #6 Wilbursoot #15 Sapnap #5 Dreamsmp #1 Manburg #1 Dreamsmpfanfic #1 Discwar #1 Smpwar #12 Smp

"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.

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 3 --- Hiraeth (Welsh pronunciation: [hɪraɨ̯θ, hiːrai̯θ]) is a Welsh word for longing or nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. The feeling of longing for a home that no longer exists or never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place or person. --- You were close enough that you could see the crew scurrying about on deck now. They looked as ragged as the ship - no sense of unity about them other than that they were all standing on deck together, swords brandished as you approached. You scanned over them and felt suddenly grateful for your sailing uniform - some of those pirates didn't even have shoes. Simon strode the deck, scanning through the ranks for the captain of the Ghost. You had been given some indication as to what she looked like, but when she parted herself from the ranks of her crew, you weren't quite ready for what she actually looked like. They didn't do her justice on the wanted posters back home. She was short, but powerfully built. You could see ram horns sticking out from underneath her extravagant hat, and her coat was a bright blood red - the gold trim faded somewhat. You were most focused on her hair though - pure white and absolutely massive, it looked like a cloud around her head. Stern eyes finished the look, and you couldn't help but be a little bit entranced - this was the kind of person that people were scared to make eye contact with. Simon didn't seem all that frightened when he came to stand on the edge of your own deck, facing her over the narrow strip of sea that separated you - and you were grateful. If you were captain, you didn't know if you would be able to look her in the eye.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐀: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 EDITED AND CO-WRITTEN BY @icryoverfictionalmen (ANA &lt;3) 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

c!wilbur x fem!reader The girl walked the oak path like she had everyday, though today was different- there stood a man. The man who would change her life. Together they create many amazing things, though all good things must come to an end eventually. "till forever fall apart." ! 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙘!𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙗𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝙘𝙘!𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙗𝙪𝙧 ! everything in this is based on rp, and not about real wilbur.

"this is making me feel uneasy," "we don't have much of a choice though, do we"