this is an x reader story. x ftm! reader, therefore I will be using he/him pronouns TW: transphobia, homophobia, smoking, SH mentions, body dysphoria, past relationships, trauma, panic attacks. if for any reason the cc is uncomfortable with this story. i will immediately take it down. it's not my intention to make anyone feel uncomfortable. i want NO fetishisation or weird comments. enjoy! stay safe :)

Book of Oneshots! PLEASE A6D, BBH, SKEPPY IDC DON'T READ THIS PLEASE DON'T.. I WOULD RATHER DIE THAN EVER SEE YOU READ THIS FOR A VIDEO Mostly happy stories, so if your looking for good upbeat vibes I think these are for you :) Usually around 1k words a story. Featuring a6d as the main wingman in some stories c: Requests are always welcome. Feel free to dm me your ideas and such if you want! Fan art of the stories is bomb, send it to me and I might post it in the chapter with credit if you want <3 ---- This is not hateful or to disrespect them in anyway (or make them uncomfortable), and that is why I will not be writing any smut/NSFW. I do NOT condone harassing Skeppy or BBH about SkepHalo or anything like that. DO NOT DONATE INAPPROPRIATE THINGS TO THEM. If you do anything like that, do not read this book. You are not welcome here D:< [#1 in Minecraft 3/22/20] [#1 in 14 12/12/19]

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals

You're a streamer on the Dream SMP. Everyone likes you except for one person: Sapnap. What'll happen when you two meet in real life? Sapnap x Reader🤍 SEQUEL OUT NOW!

scelestus ficta series: book 2 ⊗－－－－－－－－－－－－⊗ You picked your head up to that, and saw mister intern walk through the doors of the bullpen. He didn't look all that bad. He had a confident walk, he didn't slouch, arms neatly swinging in an opposite order, that points to experience in the military, very strict parents, or just good posture. You needed to stop profiling every person who walks through that door. His high cheekbones penetrated your eyes, you had to look away. But then double take cause he was actually handsome. As you made eye contact, you quickly looked away again. He walked up to you fixing his shirt, trying to appeal to you. He didn't appeal all that much though. He was bald. Weird. "Are you SSA Agent Y/n L/n?" He asked. You slowly flipped a page in your file. "Depends on who's asking." You said looking through the next photo. "I'm Jack Manifold, your intern." He said. (Disclaimer I do not own or claim to own any of the characters from criminal minds listed in the book)

scelestus ficta series: book 1 𓂀－－－－－－－－－－－－𓂀 "Your room is on the fourth floor Mx. L/N. Door 234." She said. You thanked her and walked over to the elevator. You pressed the button and the door opened. You stepped in and pressed the button with a 4 on it. Before the door closed you saw a man running towards the lift. You put your hand between the two doors so they didn't close. The tall man walked in ducking his head. "Floor four please." He said.

Wilbur struggled his whole life with overwhelming expectations. He felt as though he would never be good enough, he felt like a screw up. When screw up meets screw up, can they fix each other? Or will they just become a dumpster fire of trauma? This is my attempt at writing first person, I strongly prefer writing third person stories. But I thought it'd be fun to give this a try! This is a quackbur story that is pretty angsty. I'll put TW/CW when necessary. ⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️ This story contains: -Swearing -Constant use of alcohol -Abuse -S/h -suggested sex -make out scenes -su!c!de

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

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.

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟." "𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤." or 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, Ranboo accidentally comes across Lucifers stream wheres he crying and screaming song lyrics in a parking lot. [ranboo x male!oc] [completed]