She never thought she'd be attracted to 'King' Steve Harrington - her best friend's ex. However, a car ride and a pair of eyes meeting for too long can change a lot. ~~~ Steve Harrington x FEM!Reader Dustin Henderson x SISTER!Reader ~~~ [seasons 1-3 complete I do not own any characters, titles, plot or dialogue, save for the ones I make up] [season 4 coming soon] ~~~ TOP RANKINGS: #1 in strangerthings #1 in fandom #1 in willbyers #1 in dustinhenderson #1 in mikewheeler #1 in jonathanbyers #1 in billyhargrove #1 in hawkins #2 in robinbuckley #2 in lucassinclair #2 in scoopsahoy #2 in hawkinsindiana #3 in jimhopper #3 in steveharrington

When a young, traveling merchant comes across two injured boys, she takes them under her wing. With political unrest across the land, she comes into contact with a mysterious man who promises freedom and safety for her and the children, in exchange for her assistance to the revolution. ~ A story that takes place pre-L'Manburg Revolution with some world changes and character roles switched up. Think same story but in a different timeline. Kinda medieval AU.

c!Tommy x fem!reader The girl was raised by her older brother Dream. He is the ruler over the Dream SMP, a place he founded to keep his sister safe. All the girl ever knew was the confines of their land, her brother and his two best friends Sapnap and George. When war had broken the peace that their land held, Dream kept his sister tucked away in their house for years. One day she gets tired being restricted of the walls, and decides to sneak out. She meets two boys her age- specifically a blond haired boy, who is the brother to the enemy. He becomes her modern day Romeo- and we all know how well that goes..

「 𝙳𝚢𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 」 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dream SMP x Female Pronouns Reader ❝ Whose side are you really on? ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❝ Let me make it clear that I hate you.❞ ❝ But you hate this country more.❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ HIGHEST RANKS: (thank you guys) #1 gaming (06/09/21) #2 l'manberg (10/31/21) #7 Dreamsmpwar (06/25/21) #1 Ghostbur (09/22/21) started: January 30th, 2021 completed: July 31st, 2021

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

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.

"Good morning L'manburg..." "...goodnight Dream SMP." ------------------------- Started: 2/11/21 Ended: 3/29/21 ---------- #1 in Eret: 5/2/21 #4 in dreamxreader: 5/21/21 #2 in Niachu: 6/14/21 #8 in Dream: 5/30/21 #1 in Georgenotfound: 6/25/21 #3 in SMP: 10/10/21

cover picture made by @blueplanetz !!!! <333 • "i'm glad it's just you and me now." . .. . after a long journey through the dangerous seas, you found a land that shined of determination and confidence: lmanburg. you had no way back home, but the residents there were kind enough to let you stay. however, the current events in lmanburg began to grow into pure destruction, and you walked right into the middle of the fire. luckily for you, someone was always willing to shield you from the chaos. . .. . this is a tommyinnit x reader, folks ! this will also be a female reader. !!! IMPORTANT !!! PLEASE READ THE INTRODUCTION BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE !! these are important things to note and setting what i'm NOT going to do in this book. don't ask for any changes unless it is something that TOMMY HIMSELF has stated he is uncomfortable with. if any new info is released, i will make changes accordingly. but on a different note, thank you for finding this small book of mine. expect a full series of dream smp related books, i have a lot of ideas ! thank you for reading <33 thumbnail art by SAD-ist ! reached #5 on tommyinnitxreader !! reached #22 on xreader !! reached #2 on tommy !! reached #13 on minecraft !!

"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.