Just a basic story of the reader and things that happen to them. It's in first person for the most part, unless I ever decide a different pov would be better. This will probably be more of a slow burn (I'm writing it as I go, so no guarantees), instead of jumping right into the relationship. I do time jumps between chapters to speed up the progress of the story, though, so be prepared for the content of the chapters to be a few days apart. Please read the BASIC INFO, since it includes important character info and warnings. I hope you all enjoy it, and if you have anything CONSTRUCTIVE (no harmful, please) criticism, I'd be happy to listen. Otherwise, I would love any ideas since this is my first story.

Summer Jacobs knew full well about her town’s tradition. Every year at the end of the summer, a party would be held on school grounds without the knowledge of the parents or the teachers. It had been happening since before Summer was born and never once was anyone the wiser. This year however, everyone was going to find out. Summer had planned a weekend of alcohol, bad decisions and horrendous photo’s which she would later un-tag herself from on Facebook. A whole weekend with her friends at the biggest party of the year, without any worries or parents telling her what to do. So how she ended up trapped in the school with a deranged psycho killing her classmates off one by one, she will never know. It wouldn’t have been as bad if she was trapped on her own. She would have been happier to face the lunatic solo rather than be trapped with a guy who kept using the life or death situation to make passes at her. His theory was being so close to death should definitely loosen her up, and by ‘loosen up’ he definitely meant ‘get naked.’ Along with his friends who between them had the IQ of a baby tree stump, an outcast who probably still had Spiderman bed sheets and the cheerleaders who were more worried about all the blood staining their new white jeans, they had to somehow make it out of there alive. And to think, Summer’s biggest worry that weekend was waking up with a brutal hangover… ©makeandoffer

"You're fun to play with. I just -what- told you one little secret and made you cry at the dinner table?" He chuckles and leans back in his chair again. "You think you have something over me. But in reality?" He drops his voice down to a whisper, leaning in towards me. "You have nothing. I have all the power." - - - You, a loyal soldier of L'manburg, get kidnapped by Dream after your brother, Eret, betrays your country. After countless escape attempts, you must find a new way to help L'manburg. Unless that's not the side you're on anymore. - - - dream x fem reader first person slow burn no smut :) COVER ART IS NOT MINE CREDS TO @/wolfythewitch ON TWT

runaway. two years of torture finally escaped, when george's sister finds an unexpected someone where she can finally stop running. started: 10/08/21

ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴀᴜ (dreamwastakenxoc) in which a traitor betrays for the second time, but this time in the name of love discontinued but still has a summarized ending ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ :3

"Oh I'm so sorry." I say to the attractive guy standing in front of me. "Your okay, just watch where your going next time princess." He says with a smirk on his face. I feel butterflies in my stomach, but why? Was it his soft brown eyes I could see in the low light of the street light? His cute smile? The little bit of stubble on his chin? "You done staring?" He let out a small chuckle and I automatically turn red, hopefully he couldn't see. "I'm sorry again..." "Your good, I'll see you around." He puts his hands into his hoodie pockets and winks at me before disappearing into the dark alleyway. "Woah." I quietly say to no one...

Y/n is considered the lowest or 'scum' in everyone's eyes. What happens when she 'disappears' and comes back with a new attitude? Y/n was once a nice sweet girl who was constantly picked on for being a push over. After leaving and becoming feared for her pvp skills, she returns and makes sure no one will walk over her again.

Dream has a sister called drista but has another one called y/n who no one knows about

"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.