I'm sick and tired of life
29 storie
one shots bl di yysucks
one shots bl
yysucks
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oneshots
love in hk ching san di yysucks
love in hk ching san
yysucks
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Jishy and Himsy brek up and yeh
Mom! I'm Texting Serial Killers! (Creepypasta x reader)  di CrackheadStudios
Mom! I'm Texting Serial Killers! (Creepypasta x reader)
CrackheadStudios
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Highest rankings: #1 on creepypastaxreader #1 on creepypasta When Y/N L/N accidentally gets added onto a groupchat of absolute imbeciles, she, an idiot, decides to continue to talk to these "angsty teens". Unbeknownst to her, they kinda do be killing doe. πŸ˜³πŸ‘€ This is inspired by many texting fanfics I've read! I forgot most of their names but whatEVER. I think you can find one of them on Quotev, I think it's called "Messages", i don't know I haven't read all of it yet but it's so far a masterpiece full of memes. I can probably update a lot cause sis is homeschooled, yolo. I do have a schedule tho, so give me some patience. And yes I am weird asf and kinda dumb 🀭 typical homeschool stereotype, don't bully me. Also I'm not a big fan of cussing but if a bunch of rebellious serial killers don't cuss then what are they? Sorry if I mess up your Christian vibes βœ‹πŸ˜” (I'm kinda a Christian too actually- if I say the F word I probably misspelled or something.) Enjoy, hoe. πŸ‘πŸ‘„πŸ‘ -Yourlocalcrackhead
Proxy in Command (Creepypasta X Reader) di MoonLight_CP
Proxy in Command (Creepypasta X Reader)
MoonLight_CP
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I'm just the proxy in command, nothing more, nothing less.
Normal // A Ticci Toby x Reader Story di justaperson2
Normal // A Ticci Toby x Reader Story
justaperson2
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Ehhhhh I'll write a description later
π’π²π§ππ’πœπšπ­πž | ⸊ˎ β€’  π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘π‘¦π‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘  π‘₯ π’„π’‰π’Šπ’π’…!π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ di VikingMetalToby
π’π²π§ππ’πœπšπ­πž | ⸊ˎ β€’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘π‘¦π‘π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘  π‘₯ π’„π’‰π’Šπ’π’…!π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ
VikingMetalToby
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ˏˋ°‒*β€βž· Semi-Realistic Semi-Fandomized CreepyPasta x Child Reader »»-----------β–Ί NB!Reader ────────────────────── ˏˋ°‒*β€βž· ❝ π˜πŽπ” π–πŽπ”π‹πƒπ'𝐓 π‡πˆπ“ 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 π‹πˆπ‹' πŠπˆπƒ, π–πŽπ”π‹πƒ π˜πŽπ”~? ❞ ❝ π˜π„π’ , 𝐓𝐇𝐄 π…π”π‚πŠ 𝐈 π–πŽπ”π‹πƒ, ππŽπ– 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 πƒπ€πŒπ π’π“π‘πŽπ‹π‹π„π‘.❞ ────────────────────── β•°β”ˆβž€ ο½“ο½™ο½Žο½„ο½‰ο½ƒο½ο½”ο½… | οΌˆπ‘›οΌŽοΌ‰a group of individuals or organizations combined to promote some common interest β€ΏΜ©Μ₯Μ©β€ΏΜ½Μ©Μ©Μ₯Ν™β€ΏΜ©Ν™ΛŠβΈŠΛŽ : Ν€Μ—βž› 𝐀𝐭 𝐨𝐧π₯𝐲 π…π’π―πž 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨π₯𝐝 your parents were murdered savagely and you were left at the mercy of their killer; an unhinged criminal with an infamous, facial scar slit across his face. Getting involved with this shady character unknowingly gets you caught up in run-ins with 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π‘Ίπ’šπ’π’…π’Šπ’„π’‚π’•π’†, a very violent and deadly ⦻rganization that congregates deep within the woods... ────────────────────── ˏˋ°‒*β€βž· β•°β”ˆβž€ The CreepyPasta used in this story all belong to their rightful owners, and full credit of the character in itself belongs to them. β•°β”ˆβž€ [Y/N] is non-binary. [Y/N] is of your imagination, as it is your portrayal of the character. β•°β”ˆβž€ Any images used within this story belong to their rightful owners, unless stated otherwise. ────────────────────── ✧.* hope you enjoy the story.
My Two Masters (UF!Papyrus x Skeleton!Reader) di OreoDaSkeleton
My Two Masters (UF!Papyrus x Skeleton!Reader)
OreoDaSkeleton
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Y/N's been traded and sold her entire life. She's learned firsthand that if you don't obey your master, you get hurt. If you force yourself to listen, you live another day. Monster trafficking is a popular thing down in this chaotic place. That's all she's ever known. Obey. Get a new master. Repeat. ... So why are these two so different? Hello, it's Writer~San!!!! Thanks for checking this story out. Just as a disclaimer, any art/undertale au presented is not mine! However, the story definitely is so enjoy!!!
Teddy Bear || Assassination Classroom x Male reader  di Eeveelover_love
Teddy Bear || Assassination Classroom x Male reader
Eeveelover_love
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Y/n L/n always has a teddy bear with him. He doesn't want to be alone without it. It was his comfort, his safe place. And no one dared to take it away from him. However, some unlucky and idiotic students decided to take it away from him. It didn't go too well for them since they both ended up in the hospital. But it also didn't end up great for Y/n either. From going to class 3-B to class 3-E, Y/n was now in the end game with his teddy. He thought that this year was going to be a decent and quiet one. But he was suddenly told to assassinate his class E teacher. With the intent to kill, his guardian wanting him to stay silent, with his friends - old and new - and with his teddy bear, how will Y/n find comfort in a place such as this one? γ€ŒοΈŽAC x male readerγ€οΈŽ γ€Œslow updatesγ€οΈŽ
Still Clouds || Kny x Male reader || Completed βœ”οΈŽ di Eeveelover_love
Still Clouds || Kny x Male reader || Completed βœ”οΈŽ
Eeveelover_love
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Y/n L/n was your everyday boy; helping out his family, caring for his younger brother, cooking with mother, and collecting wood with father. He was happy with this, although he never shows it, but it's not like he can. Y/n never cried, nor has he ever smiled. It's not like he doesn't want to, he just can't. That was until one day a demon entered the family. One that Y/n thought was a human. Oh, how wrong he was. How wrong the L/n family was. He cried for the first time that day. γ€ŒοΈŽdemon slayer x male readerγ€οΈŽ γ€ŒοΈŽOLD, VERY OLDγ€οΈŽ γ€ŒοΈŽcompleted βœ”οΈŽγ€οΈŽ