I haven't seen any Ruv x depressed readers on here so we're gonna have to change that. Disclmaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters here, none of the art used in any covers, or the game/mod. Trigger warnings: depression, self harm, mentions of suicide, mentions of abuse, panic attacks, mentions of r@pe, etc. I'll mention it in the first chapter and in other chapters if I feel there's any I haven't listed here. Also, my spelling isn't the best, so I apologize in advance. I'll try to go back and fix any spelling mistakes I notice. Hope you enjoy!

Just got bored due to quarantine and decided to write. This is purely fiction! -smut⚠️ -alcohol -drugs -fluff -strong language -sono molto scuolabus -Noah #14 on streaming Might be discontinuing this to make a different story.

"Nick, that's illegal..." "chase and charli was illegal but I don't see anyone complaining." In this story ur american only for the sole purpose that tommy hates them lmao

Androgynous y/n description n pronouns, not race or gender specific mostly georgenotfound x y/n smut along with other mcyts and possibly ships comment suggestions and ill do more!!!:)

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

when the small streamer y/n makes her spotify activity public her mods start a twitter page dedicated to tweet every song she listens to. turns out, her music taste was very similar to ranboo's, the faceless streamer who finds an interest in the girl. she/her pronouns no smut

THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUT The cover is not made by me This sucks so far so feel free to call me fatherless or smth