I had finally moved to brighton and I was thrilled , the sad truth was.. I was still in high school so my parents had already enrolled me in a school. Today was my first day and I was in first period when I accidentally left my pens and pencils at home. Shit why am I so stupid! oh god this is going to be so embarrassing , on my first day I am going to get a detention. I was now panicking and frantically searching through my bag. "are you okay?" I hear someone ask. -------------------------------- - Finished story - female reader - 1st person - swearing - mature content and creepy simpbur shit - TW mention of sensitive and inappropriate topics , violence , blood , transphobia , homophobia , mention of death , - I had promised yall I would write this.. sadly. - 2nd wattpad book - credits to ariarrivederci2 - on twitter Who drew the front cover 😩😍

You recently moved to California with your mom and had to leave your friends and everything else behind. When you started attending your new school, you've suddenly met people you already knew. That's how everything started... [Okay, this is my first story ever so please don't judge me too hard. I'll try my best on this but I cannot promise you guys that this will be good...] Wilbur's Soot x Reader Lunchclub x Reader #363 in reader tag ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) #173 in ff tag #538 in wilbursoot tag #29 in ghostbur tag #489 in dreamsmp tag #868 in mcyt tag #177 in sbi tag #82 in jschlatt tag

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.

"You act like I need you to survive! News flash, pretty boy, I don't! I don't need you and I don't need your help!" Tears welled in your eyes as you yelled at the top of your lungs. "You're so fucking cocky!" TechnoBlade x Reader- Fantasy, female.

Hello Y/N, My name is Jack Manifold and I'm a twitch streamer/youtuber (you can find me @ jackmanifoldtv). Recently I've been working on designing and getting merch for my subscribers, and I've been looking for a photographer to possibly help with a merch photoshoot so I'll have some pictures for the website. I found your page through Instagram and so far you look like you know what you're doing. I just was wondering about your price range for that sort of thing and when you would be available for a shoot? Jack Manifold (not sus) ---- Hello Jack, Thank you for the request. I took a look at your page, and I would be happy to set up a time for a shoot. The price would depend on how many hours the shoot would be, and my rate is about £100 an hour. As for availability, I am still in school, so it would have to be either in the afternoon or on the weekend if you wanted it earlier in the day. Hopefully that's not an inconvenience! Y/N (also not sus, just in case you were wondering)

❝ 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 . ❞ A secret relationship between (Y/n) and the world's greatest detective

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

Dream x Reader Harry Potter AU The reader and the dream team are in their final year at Hogwarts. Dream and the reader are Head Boy and Head Girl, will something blossom before the end of the year? Or will their love and friendship be pushed aside due to an outside conflict? Cover art by Seulii on Instagram

Y/N goes to illegal fight clubs to make herself money, She's one of the only females that sign up. Dream is the top fighter at the club, and the only thing keeping her from $10,000. Y/n goes to Melwood high with her 3 best friends, Clay, George and Nick. She has somehow kept the fights a secret... how much longer will they remain a secret when the fights get harder and she starts turning up at school tired and bruised?

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"