{COMPLETED} This is my first story, so only constructive criticism, please. Also, there's no smut. Sorry not sorry. I ain't writing that shit. Also also, there's probably gonna be some gore, but that's to be expected. I'll keep the character pretty gender neutral, but I'm personally a demigirl so forgive me if the character seems a bit feminine at times. ◊◊◊ You're a pretty average person. Your parents are divorced, but that's not really unique. You're kinda pessimistic, some venture to call you "depressed" or "emo", but everybody goes through that phase. ◊◊◊ "Can't you just leave me alone for one night?" I snap. His laughs only fuel my rage. "I'm here to help you - Can't you see that?" he soothes. I just glare at him. "Yeah, making me kill a guy and driving me insane is real 'helpful'. Thanks." The demon shakes his head. "You don't understand, yet. I'm freeing you from the prison that is your conscience." "No, thanks. I like not being a sociopath." "Do you?"

This is a Hannibal the cannibal x reader. I LOVE Dr. Lecter with all my heart! This is going to be with his younger self (Hannibal rising). Ignore any trashy spelling or wording, don't bully meh. May have a few smutty scenes here and there. I warned you~

Jack and mark have been friends for years. After hanging out on a whim, They both realize their relationship is more than they thought it was. Things evolve, especially their connection.

Amnesia. A hospital room. One parent alive. What had happened? (Y/n) (L/n), a 17-year-old girl who lost her memory and ended up in the hospital regains her consciousness; determined to find her memories and live a normal life. You meet a familiar yet unfamiliar stranger, who claims he can come into your dreams and give you whatever you desire. But the stranger seems all too real, especially when you question his powers and discover your own again... Everything's going haywire - an old legend returning to kill your allies off. How will you survive with an old friend and a new friend by your side? Who will live? Who will be murdered by a machete? But what will come of the arrogant male? And who is he, despite who he claimed to be? [I do not take credit for Jason Voorhees and Freddy Krueger. My inspiration for this sequel partly comes from Freddy VS Jason - but apart from that I own the characters (not you though, be your own person you amazing reader ;P ) ] Enjoy!

You go to Ireland for a couple of days to help a fellow Youtuber, and friend, out with doing something for the lead up to Halloween. He said the character's name was Antisepticeye and that you should just go with whatever happens because it's part of his plan. Little did you know, this might be the last Youtube video you ever make. Highest Ranking in Fanfiction #159

"You are more than beautiful" You don't really know much about yourself. The only thing that you know is your name (which may or may not be your actual name) and that you're lying on the cold hard ground. You have no idea what caused you to even be there in the first place. But when a mysterious man with black hair who introduces himself as Mark offers to get you back on your feet, you slowly piece together your past. And you may or may not fall head over heels in love with the man that saved you from being alone on the ground. This is the story of you and Mark. You will have your ups and downs but will you both make it out in the end?

(THIS GOT REWRITTEN) [PLEASE NOTE: The cover is not usually blurry, I created this with PhotoShop and made it with 300 resolution and 1024x1600, so it SHOULD look pristine. Also, I'm basing this Jason (appearance-wise) on Part 3 Jason. This Jason Voorhees is played by Richard Brooker, who has BLUE eyes. I don't want anyone to correct me on eye colour because quite frankly it's rather annoying. Also, this doesn't mean I'm going to be using Part 3's storyline, just using the Jason<3 DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Friday the 13th, nor the Reader/main character and camp/lake involved. This is merely a fan-fiction. Ciao!] DESCRIPTION: (Y/n) (L/n) - a sixteen year old - grew up in a children's home, not knowing who her parents were or what happened to them. Instead, she goes through everyday life alone; getting name-called and picked on as her self-esteem withered away like an unwatered rose. Her only solace is sketching in a sketchbook with a signature written in it - the last thing left by her mother. The only two people who are actually nice to her are Anna and Lynda - a couple of women who work at the children's home. But what will happen when (Y/n) joins a group of teenagers, who plan to set off to Camp Crystal Lake? With the jovial Jon, condescending Courtney, cruel Kathy, spiteful Stephanie, crack-addict Cara, abusive Axel, lousy Luke and juvenile James, how will (Y/n) endure her trip to the camp? After gaining a secret admirer, losing her sketchbook and being scorned by the teens, she ends up being hunted - but not by the person you'd expect. Who will survive the oncoming slaughter?

*completed* ~this is kinda really bad. Read at your own risk~ "What do you see in her? You're complete opposites!" Tyler speaks scornfully. "Opposites do attract." I shrug, referring to the north and south pole of a magnet. ~~~~ Mark is the nerdy, straight A student while Y/n is well known around the high school for her disruptive behaviour. Mark gets picked on for the things he's interested in. Y/n has never had a good relationship with most of her family. Her parents divorced and her mother got custody. Y/n blames the divorce on her mother, creating arguments between the two. Her siblings don't help with the situation much either. Always bickering, fighting over who gets the shower first, or just annoying each other for the fun of it. When the smartest and baddest kids in the school meet, no one understands how they get along so well. No hate towards Mark and Amy! I absolutely love them! Also, no hate towards Tyler, even though he's kind of an asshole in this!

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There's a fine line between what is fantasy and what is reality, it all depends on how much one person knows and if they are allowed to continue living. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss.