This is just a normal Aimsey x Reader! From my knowledge, they are alright with fan fiction, but if anything changes please let me know!!! There will most likely be: Horrible Grammar Cursing PDA/ Public Display of Affection Very out of character 🤡 And much more random stuff Started: Sometime in 2023? Awesome Rankings Thanks to YOU GUYS!!: #6 in #aimsey 3/3/24

✎ . . . Disease Outbreak / Zombie Apocalypse AU. IRL-Based. ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☛ . . . You were wallowing in both your self pity and the longing for someone to talk to over this time. It has been three weeks and you've seen zero sign of any proper humanoid civilization. You weren't sure if they were aware that who was and wasn't infected was obvious. ☛ . . . You knew eventually the supplies would run out and you would have to move. Until then however, you made this store's customer service section about as home-y as you could. Occasionally an infected person would wander in, but since you knew how to handle yourself, the body decayed in a few hours. ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ➫ . . . If anyone included is uncomfortable with this, I will take them from the book/destroy the book. ➫ . . . I don't mean push sexualities or pronouns onto people. ➫ . . . Cover by: Me, lol (Not the art) ➫ . . . Story written by: @-GESUNDHEIT- and @inscectedlotus ➫ . . . Writing started: September 3, 2021 ➫ . . . Writing ended: September 20, 2021 ➫ . . . First chapter published: ➫ . . . Last chapter published:

Please respect this story since I am very busy in real life and sometimes I can misspell things. this is mixture of lores and story lines and made up stuff ty for reading the desc here is a rose <3

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

Love or Host. That one game on twitch where people supposedly find love. It's never lead to something real. Until now. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• There are not enough Ranboo x Male Reader things out there so I just decided to make one :) No smut or anything because I don't feel comfortable writing it and Ranboo is not ok with it.

*Completed* As you continue living and having a blast at the click house. Your feelings develop for a fellow Australian. After feeling trapped for so long, will Y/n become free after meeting her soulmate or is it just something she can never shake off? Waters get rocky, is it all worth it? Love is the scariest emotion. Best rankings - #1 in Lazarbeam - #1 in Loserfruit - #1 in Click -#1 in Lannan -#1 in Muselk warning!! - ⚠️Suicide and depression will be mentioned. - ⚠️ Rape mention

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.

"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.

'𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧е 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪

TW - Swearing, Verbal Abuse(?) Y/n Y/l/n is a popular streamer who is usually found streaming with Ranboo, Jackmanifold, Sapnap, Karl Jacobs and Quackity. Y/n moved in with Ranboo in Brighton to escape from an unsupportive household and begins to stream more often on both Ranboo's streams and their own streams. When all six streamers decide to go to Orlando, Florida for some hiking and exploring streams and wilderness streams feelings for a certain streamer begin to come up along with multiple tragedies. The group begins to grow closer to each other on their first meetup in Florida, Y/n is also forced into opening up to their viewers and friends. (If Quackity Says He's Uncomfortable With Fanfics Like These I Will Take It Down!)