The Voice
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Just having a normal day when someone says "Hello, can anyone hear me?" Into my headphones...I was only listening to music
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Male reader x ???
English isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes. This is my first story. This is a story about a male reader x school bus graveyard. mentions of abuse s/h trauma etc. this is just a story I write for fun :D There may be occasional swearing here and there so yeah :) Tell me what ship u want if u read this and ill choose one. DISCLAIMER!!! I do not own any of the characters except for m/n and his family the rest are all owned by lilredbean if you want to read her work it is on webtoon.
Stockholm Syndrome(Dazai X Reader)
It's just another day for me, then I just happen to see him in the corner of a room, he was reading a suicidal notes! I am a suicidal maniac myself so that really caught my attention. I walked in the direction of the man and approached him, he was shocked at first but I started talking and I can tell that the man was fascinated by me.Concluída
⫷𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍...⫸ 𝐒𝐛𝐠 𝐟𝐟
𝙼𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 a 20 year old who tryed her best to survive this obnoxious dark world with not a single human soul as she had to fight every night for 7 hours trying to figure out how to escape the nightmare until she was wandering around with her car and saw an old school but graveyard she wanders around it until she hears some kids screaming.. idk I just had this in mind for a while and most probably I would give up on it after the first 5 chapters :33👍🏻 WARNING⚠⚠ I do 𝙉𝙊𝙏 own SBG, you can find it on WEBTOON, School Bus Graveyard by Red The only character I own is Meg the rest goes to Red, thanks for blessing us with such masterpiece 🙏
A Little More
This was unusual, I was normally home alone for a few hours before my parents arrived. "That's weird, why is everyone home?" I asked out loud. It was more for me then anyone else. "Aren't you home for a few hours by yourself?" Leslie questioned, her brown eyes staring into mine. "Yeah, I hope nothing bad has happened. Well only one way to find out" I said as I gathered up the courage to walk in. On the inside I was freaking out, my parents would only come home early if there was an emergency. I unlocked the door to hear voices coming from the living room. Dropping my bags I stopped dead in my tracks, one voice sounded very familiar a little too familiar. No it couldn't be him, we moved away years ago. He wouldn't have the nerve to face me after what he did, coward. Slowly dragging my feet I made my way to the living room. What I saw before me turned my face ghost white. My worst nightmare confirmed, there he was, Max, sitting on my couch, in my living room, in my house.Concluída
Custody Granted (Scömìche)
"Is she breathing?" a male voice asked. It didn't sound familiar at all, so it was probably a police officer or medic. Then again, nothing sounded familiar right now. I could hear screaming and crying all around me. I felt soaking wet and hot at the same time, which I didn't think was possible and I could feel someone gently shaking me. "Uggggnnnnnmmm," I groaned. "She's alive! Come on kid, wake up," another man exclaimed. "Nooooooooooo," I groaned again. I felt so tired, I just wanted to go back to sleep, but whoever was shaking me wouldn't stop. My eyes slowly opened, squinting at the bright lights that were shining all around me. Two men were hovering over me and they weren't who I thought they would be.Concluída
𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 (𝕤𝕓𝕘 x 𝕆ℂ)
"𝚃𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘" "𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝙷 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙳𝙸𝙴 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝙶𝙾, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎." "𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜-" "𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚊." "𝚃𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛- 𝚃𝚈𝙻𝙴𝚁!" Disclaimer!: I do not own school bus graveyard nor any of the characters with exception of anyone by the last name "Goldberg" 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜: SBG but with my OC Cover and title change; August 26th, 2024 at 4:00 AM 😭
Someone Special ✘ Andrew Siwicki (Needs serious editing)
"I'm no one special," I tell him, looking in his eyes. "Why do you think that? It's not true," He answers, getting a bit frustrated with me, for it's not the first time I've mentioned this. And it won't be the last neither. "How am I special? I've got nothing to offer," I say, giving him a confused expression. "You really don't know?" He asks. I shake my head. "I'm supposed to?"Concluída
𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 | 𝓣𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝔃 (𝓢𝓑𝓖) 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏ/ɴ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪꜱ ꜰʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴜᴘꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ ꜱɪʟʟʏ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅ ᴛʀɪᴘ. ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴍʟᴇꜱꜱ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. * * * "So you're telling me that my nightmares aren't actually nightmares, they're real and I could die while I'm asleep?" "Exactly" "I think you guys need psychiatric help.." * * * The MC's personality and life is based off of my best friend. We're both Tyler girlies so I just had to write us a fanfic :)) * * * "Are.. Are you in pain?" "Y/N there's a tree through my fucking stomach take a wild guess" * * * This is a Tyler Hernandez x Fem!Reader Fanfic of the School Bus Graveyard series on Webtoon💗🌸🎀 * * * Start: Jul 9, 2024 End:
English isn't my first language so sorry for any mistakes. This is my first story. This is a story about a male reader x school bus graveyard. mentions of abuse s/h trauma etc. this is just a story I write for fun :D There may be occasional swearing here and there so yeah :) Tell me what ship u want if u read this and ill choose one. DISCLAIMER!!! I do not own any of the characters except for m/n and his family the rest are all owned by lilredbean if you want to read her work it is on webtoon.
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