Dream Stories

❚ she never knew one little minecraft tournament could change her whole life. ༉‧₊ - tommyinnit x fem!oc - published 10.08.21 ❪ ongoing ❫

This story contains: -skephalo -dnf -karlnap i do not ship the irl people I started this while driving back with my class from ice skating. yeah have fun reading. I try making this a comedy/drama/love story so there will be sad, funny scenes and the most it's about love.

Darryl is a loner. Someone who never wanted friends. Though when a few people by the names of Zak, Dave (Technoblade), Finn, Tommy, and Geo (Spifey) started forcing themselves onto him, it awakened an old tendency. !! Trigger warning !! Large character death, thoughts of suicide, mentions of cutting Angst because you need it Art in cover is mine. Follow my instagram for more art @_sam_is_a_loser <3 i havent written in awhile, so excuse if its bad ahaha

Three rival teams are stuck in the Mysterious Mansion. The only way they need to escape is to solve puzzles find clues and get the key to the exit will they make it out alive or bled to death painting the mansion red Heya everyone this is my first mcyt fanfric so yeah I would like to thank to my BBF Alexie so this au inspired Ao Oni and hetaoni so yeah take note they aren't connected this storyline 3 rival teams are Dream team,muffin trio and sleepy boys + Tommy,tubbo and Antfrost

Dream, George, Sapnap and Bad have known each other for years, but haven't met in real life. They had imagined and planned it out, but when they and their friends get sucked into the game that brought them together, some bonds will grow, while others weaken. The only way out is to Free the End... But what- and who- will they sacrifice to get back to their real lives?

Av was very peaceful. She loved her life living with Tubbo and talking with all her other friends. Atleast that's what she told everyone. Reality is she could do anything with the right price, and the innocent sweet 16 year old has a secret.

"කවුද හිතුවෙ නිකන් ඉන්න බැරුව ගැටලු විසදන්න ගිහින් මෙහෙම මගුලක් වෙයි කියලා..." අහසට පෙම් බැදි කිරිල්ලියක් "ඉතින් ඇයි ආදරේ වෙනුවෙන් හීනත් හීන වෙනුවෙන් ආදරෙත් අත අරින්නෙ...ආදරේ වෙනුවෙන් හීන වලට පියාඹන්න.... මම බලන් ඉන්නම්... " පරක්කු නොවී, නවතින්නම හම්බෙන්න පොරොන්දු වුන කළු රෝස මලක් අහම්බයක් නොවුන අහම්බයක්... හේතුවක් නැතිව කිසි දෙයක් වෙන්නෙ නැතිද? #love #sinhala #campuse #dream #lifej #relationships #friends #straight #bl (🙃👉👈ලොකුවට නැහැ) #happyending Start - 30.03.2025 End - ongoing

its BL story hadii aadan rabin you can leave Kim Taehyung *top* Jeon Jungkook *bottom* doctor** Kim hospital *** vanilla kang***

He knows he'll be dooming them if he falls, but he's tired, his body is breaking apart, held together on a higher being's whim only. He wonders if there'll be another to replace him. He wonders if there will be none. It's rather silly, really, since he won't even be around to witness that. The crowd, the rage and bloodthirst palpable in the air will ensure that. If he does not fall on his own, others will force him to. Or, in other words, the typical start of Error being forced to jump into the Void one way or another, in this case into the NaJ universe! The cover art belongs to irodimmatcha on deviantart(will take down if the artist asks me to)! Updates will be highly inconsistent. Edit: Now cross posted on Ao3 under the same username!

This story includes people from the Dream SMP MoonBeam hides behind her monitor almost daily as she entertains 300 people with her speedrunning. The faceless streamer has dreams to protect her family as she finishes university and continues to stream. She gets thrown into the deep end when Tubbo raids her stream and gets her killed in the nether.

*Please read Information Chapter.* *None of these characters belong to me, this is all fake* *Cover is not made by me* Suggestions highly appreciated! What happens when suddenly, one by one, the DSMP (Dream SMP) members start disappearing? Where could they have possibly gone, and how will they get back? Will they adapt to their new surroundings, or will they destroy it? How did they get there, and why were they there? Is this fate or destiny, or is it a silly trick someone played? (Please read I tried to hard to make the description interesting 😭)

I ship their personas, not the real people. that would be weird obviously. 😙 *T.W. Kissing, cursing, blood and stuff, yk* *Started on 12/01/25* (I could not find a good picture im sorry) *DISCLAIMER: This story is an continuation to a Dreamnoblade hanahaki story made by rioriyma who never finished their story. So i'm hoping that i can recreate it in a different way, specifically for the people who wanted them to finish their story. And myself*

In which he has been in love with her for so long and she just fails to notice it. "You have no idea... My heart has been yearning for you, waiting for you." -------------------------------- Ateez Fanfiction : non idol!Hongjoong x fem!OC ✏ 01.05.2021 - ? -------------------------------- ☆ Disclaimer ☆ This is a work of fiction and does not portray the idols in real life.

Sylveon Valen Cameron dreams of a woman he has never met every night; her soft face and reassuring presence seem to be a part of his soul that has been lost. In his dreams, they laugh like best friends, talk like long-distance lovers, and have a connection that is too real to deny. However, she disappears with the sunrise every morning, leaving him with an inexplicable pain and an unanswerable question. One day, he saw a gallery with a work that resembled his, especially the place they often visited in his dreams. Although it hurts, he was stopped by a voice that resembled the woman in his dream. 'Architect.' Can the heart stop if what the heart is looking for is the one you are keeping away from you? How do you escape a situation that you did not expect but you wanted. Title: The Girl From Yesterday's Dream

She sees him every night. A stranger with familiar eyes. No name. No face. No reality. But what happens when a dream... starts feeling more real than life?

A man orders four bounce houses for his own birthday and never jumps on any of them. The siblings play on them all day. He watches from windows he installed himself - the kitchen window, the front yard, the peephole in the front door where he catches the tail end of something happening on the street that he wasn't part of. A childhood crush hanging laundry in the foreground. A daredevil behind a fence running tricks for a camera nobody asked him to set up. A neighbor in a tree mansion who asks for hash twice and gets it once. In between: a condo upstairs, a family that is his in every way that counts, chocolate-covered frozen bananas in the back of the cupboard, a phone call to arrange the pickup of bounce houses nobody over twelve touched. And twice - once near the beginning and once at the end - a small truck going up a mountain with his mom in the passenger seat and Patsy Cline on the radio. He was singing. Not well. But he was singing. ~~~ JREAMS - Episode VI K.M. Æsquire

It was my birthday. I was VIP on a military cruiser headed to Russia - and I still couldn't get a cup of coffee. A dream set aboard an amphibious destroyer that was also, somehow, an RV, sitting on top of a carrier that nobody mentioned. The narrator wanders through passenger corridors and staff quarters, photographs a post-Cold War McDonald's for a friend whose visa just cleared, gets his drink order swallowed by a language gap, shakes hands with men in yellow vests who recognize him without words, and gets invited to Paris by two women he barely knew in waking life - only to find he can't afford the crossing and his mother can't cover it. By the time he climbs to the rooftop to ask how far they've traveled, the answer is: nowhere. San Francisco Bay. The skyline lit up like a carnival the whole time. The ship hadn't left yet. Somehow that felt like enough.

A JESSICA DURU'S POEM

three nights. one face. a girl he's never met but somehow, he knows her. when a quiet artist starts dreaming of the same girl over and over again, he brushes it off as imagination until he sees her in real life, standing right in front of him. same eyes. same face. same feeling. but how do you approach someone who feels like a memory, when you're a stranger to them?

If I don't know how to sing, I can at least try to write some... Or not ? 👼🏻 Tell me... ✨ Si je ne sais pas chanter, je peux au moins essayer d'en écrire... Ou pas ?