«complete» » The one where the reader is kidnapped and forced to drive Chrollo around. OR You are a taxi driver, a dreamer. You dream for something more! A new life. Your wildest dream? To explore the unknown lands all around the world. Sadly, it's not really something normal people can do just on sheer will. With a twist of fate, everything changes when you drive a strange man across town.

«complete» » The one where you, a famous writer, sneak into your neighbour's house looking for writing material only to find Illumi torturing his target, your creepy neighbour. (not fully edited - edited up to chapter VII) WARNINGS: Explicit Content, Toxic Relationships, Mentions, and Acts of Rape, Canon Typical Violence

A regular artist, but her life is spiraling downhill and out of her grasp. With almost nothing left to go on trying to realise her dream of making a living out of art, she prepares herself for the worst. But then she's approached by an extravagant (somewhat snobbish) woman, and suddenly her life becomes a whirlwind of art and crime....

When a teenage girls normal day gets turned into distraction and chaos, she must struggle to stay alive with the help of her small group of friends.

All the adults die from a virus, basically the main characters are the cool side characters in a coming of age novel turned bad netflix romcom, let the edgyness commence "I don't think that's necessary," Dave continues. "I just hadn't heard that name before. Like, I just don't know the scientific-" I shut him up, by yelling over to Dara who I just heard saying something about getting pregnant, by threatening to come at her with a clothes hanger. I'd use a metal one. Though, she's not gonna get some until I sort this out for her. "I'm gonna make sure for Dara, okay? I mean-for you. Alright? I'm gonna be incorporating some barbed wire and my taser gun to a metal baseball bat in my moonshine room tonight anyways, why don't you come and help me and I'll tell you everything just in case you missed something." I say, silencing him for the rest of the afternoon. Ugh. _____________ "Oh stop it, you know you love me." David says, leaning back on the counter, knocking some things off, much like a cat. "Stop it!" Islay grumbels, desperately running after the plastic cups he's knocked down and are rolling away. I sit down against the door, smiling. "Why? What are you gonna do about it?" He asks. "Taser you." Islay responds seriously, suddenly standing upright with wide, wild eyes. "Do it then." He yawns, rolling onto his stomach to look at me.