River Valentine, a young rocker girl with an unusual feature. At 17, River has been through some real struggles but hopes to start a new life in Nockfell. How will her life change once she arrives at Addison Apartments and who will she meet along the way? T/W: This story contains themes such as; depression, anxiety, murder, death and dark themes. Please do not read if you are triggered by any of the following mentioned. Thank you X

This was my first fanfic, so it's pretty cringey. It's on hiatus rn because I'm trying to catch up on requests for my MD oneshot book- which is a much better read than this. Anyways, if you're planning to read this, it's mostly Uzi/N and has mature content. Also, this takes place directly after the pilot. Good luck.

After decades of being sealed underground, monsters have returned to the surface world. However, you can't help but feel that they are hiding something. What happened to Chara, the first human said to have fallen into the underground? Curiously, you journey to Mt. Ebott, only to encounter something you never thought you'd see. Or someone: Chara. Chara is referred to as (they/them). Reader is referred to as either male or female, identified as (he/she). Rating: PG 14+ for (little) explicit language, violence and fantasy violence, and suggestive/sexual themes. Last edited 03/19/19, on indefinite hiatus. Thank you for reading. ♡

It is what it is. Also, there's not really that much stuff of 'em, so I gotta fulfill my inner urge and make some oneshots from my ideas- I hope you enjoy! If you're as starved of content of them, I hope this'll serve at least for a bit- Also, I really stan Big brother N and littol sister Uzi, cuz Y E S

This is dead lmao

You've lived in Nockfell for many years now and everything seemed to go downhill for you. Life was miserable and you wished you could escape, but then you met someone. A boy. A boy named Sal Fisher. And that very boy changed your life drastically. The question was though... For better? or for worst? All credit to art used goes to their rightful creators. TW: Mentions of Sexual Assault and Abuse

lowercase intended. dreamwastaken x reader swearing real life minecraft, dream smp cover art was made by baguettesocks on instagram! y/n was a devoted warrior of l'manberg... maybe too devoted? GUYS 2M READS

everything was blue... his pills, his hands, his jeans... ... and he's blue Completed 6-2-19✓ * sequel :" angel under the mask " out now! °this story takes place in current times, instead of the late 80's early 90's as the game takes place, and they're all seniors in high school° !!!!!!!!!!!!!! #1 in Sallyface !!!!!!!!!!!!!! #1 in sallyfacexreader ❤️ #10 in sallyface (1.17.19) #18 in sallyface (1.11.19) #21 in sallyface (12.23.18)

"You remember what I said a few months ago?" Alex asked. "About when you hit one million subscribers?" You thought for a moment, sorting through your memories. "You're going to have to be more specific." Alex smiled, sipping at her drink. "About the SMP." That jogged your memory immediately. "Wait- really?" You asked, now excited. "You'll ask if I can join?" Alex nodded, and your heart swelled up with joy. You were going to join the Dream SMP. And, oh, how your life would change because of it.

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals