Dark!James 'Bucky' Barnes/OC AU ~~~ Margaret Everlee is a terribly timid little thing. Living her life as a struggling artist in New York, trying to find her place in the world. That is until the CEO with a dark past, James Barnes sets his sights on her. His infatuation is instantaneous, becoming a man possessed. Desperately needing her to be his own little doll and willing to take down anyone that gets in his way. This story is 18+. Specific tags in the first chapter.

Sienna Colt has quite the following on YouTube, TikTok, Twitch, and every social media site you could think of; Though she goes by her alias Rotten Royale, or as her online friends call her, "Rotten". She's a music artist, gamer, and model who got her rise in fame after meeting Jacksepticeye and joining him on a Livestream when she was just eighteen years old. Her outgoing and carefree nature got people's attention; her talent is what made people fall in love. One day she decides to game with a group of YouTubers and Stream it, not knowing it was going to change her life even more.

Y/n is a shy 19-year-old college student. She isn't the popular, party type of student. She keeps to herself and studies hard for her classes, but she's also a gamer girl. There are also gonna be other YouTubers in here too.

A guide to both egos and the most obscure, one-video characters, with links to videos they're in. This is a big guide, so please let me know if I missed anyone or any videos! I also apologize for the quality of a lot of these images, a lot of photos are screenshots taken soon after the content's release. Thanks to EmbodiedInsanity for inspiring me to make this.

The world is dead. Just a great mass of dirt. Its riddled with flesh eating, rotting, stumbling, walking dead creatures. Zombies. She joins forces with another group. she's reluctant yet she has caught someones eye but there's something in the dark... ready to BITE.

Currently accepting smut/fluff requests from anyone, anytime. I'll write about whoever you want, too. I'm here to entertain you filthy bastards one smut/fluff story at a time. Without further ado, let's get down to it. XXX mature content, reader discretion is advised. Comments/likes are always appreciated!

Markiplier x Reader My first story so if it sucks im sorry lol

The love that has blossomed in Taehyung's heart since childhood for a total stranger who saved him from dying one fatal night is the sole reason for his hopes to find love again. For few years, he stayed loyal to someone he is unsure to have existed in reality, for his memory seemed to be twisted as he remembers the man to be handsome yet dangerous with those blazing red eyes and sharp fangs. ****** Growing up, Kim Taehyung has heard stories about the great alpha who lost his love and lived a sorrowful life of being alone. He may have been young, but he understands the struggles of the faceless alpha that he never imagined to meet until fate says otherwise. One fatal night has brought Taehyung the chance to meet the alpha by the name Jeon Jungkook. That fateful meeting becomes the catalyst to a series of unfortunate events that challenged both Taehyung's faith in love and Jungkook's faith in himself to keep Taehyung alive. This story is about a human whose curiosity leads him to his fall and an Alpha whose fate is to rule his pack... alone. Highest Rank #1 taekook #2 btsfanfic #1 bottomtae #1 topkook #2 kookv #1 vkook #1 omegaverse Content warning: Mature | R-18 TopKook and BottomTae

Sarah is a shy 18 year old Senior trying to make her way through High School as quietly as she can...that is until she meets Eddie Mudson and her world gets turned upside down. Music Sex Drugs And D&D The perfect relationship...right?

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.