"why do you help him get her, if you didn't want him to?" "to be free" Yandere Student council president x reader. plot- You are the vice council president, the only person closest to the student council president being friends with him since kindergarden you are always there helping him out whenever he tends to get a bit "off" or "o-b-e-s-s-i-v-e" for his tender darling,if it weren't for you he would have probable killed a lot more innocent people than he has now or be rotting in jail . Now in high school you still help him in his pursue for his darling working hard to get them together officially for real this year,your plans succeed but his changes. warning. - story will only have 4 characters. -cheesy but classy. -cringe worthy.

Y/N was the eldest of the royal family. Her life was great. She was turning 16, the age where she'll be able to help her parents with royal duties, and get more privileges, when her younger sister, Frisk, goes missing. Y/N's life falls apart, while her mother heartbroken, and her father started to ignore her. Not having a great life, she decides to run away, learning about the hard life of being a citizen. Having to live on the complete opposite side with poverty, she learns she has to hide, and everyone isn't what they seem. Not even her. This is my first story, so please don't judge I know it's crap so... It's an Undertale Sans x Reader P.S. I don't own Undertale. Undertale is owned by Toby Fox

Reaper!Sans x Mortal!Female!Reader You are just a normal person. Nothing special. You breathe, you eat, you live and...one day, you'll die. Everyone will forget you and probably just walk over your grave-literally. But that never really bothers you. PS. This is my first story, so don't expect anything special, gonna make a cover for this later probably and lastly, I'm writing this to practice myself in finishing stories that I write and tell them to the world. Cuz that really sounds better than letting it collect dust in my head and just be forgotten.

i know the wallpaper is unrelated.. i need to search for the right wallpaper sorry! so basicly its about you prentending to be a boy at a school... since your guardian enrolled you at some school with full of boys....but you need to finish your school year! will the sanses will notice that you are a girl? Females Only sorry...

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(Y/N) absorbed a monster soul when she was little, gaining skeleton powers. Many years later, (Y/N) and her sister Frisk fall into the underground, meeting Toriel, their new mother, Papy, Undyne, and of course Sans. Will (Y/N) and Sans finally realize that they have feelings for eachother, or will Asgore find (Y/N) before it's too late? I do not own UnderTale or any of it's characters, Except (Y/N) Coverart is not mine

One shots I can take requests but provide a plot please

(Adult Lazarus here - I wrote this when I was like 14 years old. Forgive me.) Sometimes life gets to the point where you feel like you're a paper airplane. One minute you're soaring, feeling as if nothing could ever get you down. But then the next thing you know, you're falling slowly and nothing that you can do can possibly help you. You end up falling and crashing into whatever's below you and the heights that you had once reached. Then it starts all over again - becoming a vicious cycle. Someone picks you back up and throws you, making you soar yet again. But then they watch as you fall, not stopping you or saving you from the hard impact you meet with the ground. The process repeats itself over and over and there's no way you can stop it. After all, you're made of paper - you're delicate, fragile. You're thrown, you soar, you fall, you're picked back up, then it happens all over again until you break - becoming bent and broken from your head to your toes. Until you crash so much that you're ruined - then you're thrown away. At those times, you know that you at least have one person who will fix you. He calls you his queen, as any king would whilst in power of the empire you both strive to build together. This person is your home - your empire. - #6 in Quotes [03.12.21] - #2 in Sans [10.21.21] - Undertale does not belong to me. - Artwork/Music does not belong to me. - Also, I apologize for any of the spelling errors. I type quickly and so I do not really realize if I misspell a word or two. Sometimes I do go back and edit out the mistakes with spelling and such.

(Y/N) is finally ready to go back to the monsters she holds so dearly. After about a year of mental and physical training she has finally gotten her emotions under control. But has she gone emotionless? After plugging the thumb drive with her save file on it into her computer, (Y/N) soon discovers something. In a desperate attempt to save themselves, or maybe just a way of revenge, Chara corrupted the save file. Now, all the monsters that (Y/N) befriended are out to kill her. Can (Y/N) survive? Will she defeat Chara and find a way to get her friends back to normal? Or will she instead join Chara and erase everything? Find out in Into Hell. Once again I'm making the gender pronouns she because it makes it so much easier to write, which means quicker updates. I'm really sorry if your a male.

I looked at her, a reassuring smile gently lighting my face. "You can do it." I said, quietly, "I believe in you, kiddo." She laughed, "What sucks is, I don't believe in myself. I can't dance. Not alone. I get scared." I sighed, "You'll be fine, why do you even have to do this anyways?" "...There's this... academy, alright? And, if I get in, they'll give me an education on dance... and... pay me, even... I won't be hassling twenty-four-seven to pay for a lousy apartment." "...So you want my help, or what?" "...Are you serious? You wanna help me? You're- you were a... almost a legend, once, you and the other monsters who came onto the surface. You taught us all styles of dance we'd never even seen before. We had, hip-hop, and ballet, and jazz, but- the way you guys did it... it was like... you felt it in your very essence.... you... you were born to do it! I'm... I'm just... me. I'm... a stupid... lyrical dancer... I mean, I don't even know how to-" I walked forward, and she stopped talking, pulling my hood up, I took a brisk step toward her. "W-what are you-" I grabbed her arms. "What you said I was born to do."