Pleasesaveme Stories

An Error x Ink one shot that I made because procrastination is a thing. P.S. the cover is not mine. It's reiiyuuu on Deviant Art.

When a teenage boy comes to a new private school and it turns out to be full of unordinary kids, he's in bad luck. 14 year old Jacob is just an ordinary teenage boy who comes to Supeburg Middle School. Every single student there that he's bumped into, they've had something unique about them. part animal, super power, you name it. A trio of popular kids started picking on him, but one day it stopped. It turns out a nerdy girl named Tara had just came to the school, and it was Jacob's chance to befriend someone

Sup! This is for really no one but me; however, if you think it's fun or inspiring to watch someone slowly accomplish a goal they've been trying to complete for over a decade then feel free to join me. Comment, don't comment. Like, don't like. I'll still be here slowly trucking along. Do I know what I'll write in here? No clue. But it's more of self accountability than anything else. Badger me, don't badger me. Though the comments every few years on my various different fics do seem to do the 'Oh, I should really update that' trick so if you think that'll help, feel free. [Weekly Updates] [HIATUS; status update on 4/10/26]

My OTPs,my NOTPs(Ships I hate),and METPs(Ships I'm indifferent about). Contains: Eddsworld Percy Jackson Creepypasta And others XD

You ever notice how kids who grow up in the system seem older than they are? Like they've lived a hundred lives already and are just waiting for their souls to catch up. I guess that's what happens when you don't have parents to protect you from the harsh edges of life. You grow up fast or you don't grow up at all. Me? I lost my childhood innocence by age 4. That's when I realized no one was coming back for me. Once you accept you've been abandoned, something hardens inside. You stop trusting so easy. Start looking out for number one. I had to grow up quick to survive this place. Develop a humor armor to deflect the loneliness. If I didn't crack jokes, I'd have cracked up long ago. So that's why I talk like some old soul instead of the 12 year old I supposedly am. I've seen things no kid should see. Heard cries in the night from ones with memories darker than mine. Felt the gnawing ache of an empty belly too many times. You mature quick when basic needs aren't met. This is going to sound strange, but sometimes I get the feeling I don't really exist either. Like I'm just a character in someone's story. When I try to think back before the orphanage, my memories fade like a dream. Maybe this is all just a dream. Perhaps none of this is real. There's no brick building housing forgotten kids. No chapel where the nuns pray for our souls. No dark-haired boy with a wit beyond his years. That's why I'm writing to you. If you're really out there, then I exist too. Through your eyes, I become real. That's all I ask. Believe in me, so I know I existed. Maybe then I can find a way out of this void. I hear footsteps - the nuns are coming. I've said all I can say. My only hope is that you heard me. Thank you for listening. And goodbye, dear reader. Wherever, whoever you are.

season 3 spoilers??? kind of???? So lemme explain- on of my old friends was watching stranger things and he finished it and so did i so then we started joking about it but then we were like "yo i think will byers is gay" because of that one scene with mike and will and mike is like "it's not my fault you don't like girls" and sO this was created. he also told me to incorporate this into it: Cast fireball rolled nat 20 in gayness factor. This will be: A mess.

crankthatfrank needs to be stoped

headcannons book 2 electric boogaloo I'll update it for real this time

Pretty self explanatory

Sope

If you don't know what to do with your life, I have just the thing you need. You probably shouldn't use any of this.

Ao3 is down, and I'm hitting withdrawal so hard I'm not even joking. I'm genuinely shaking, and I'm so scared to read any work on here, so maybe if I make my own on here, it might satisfy the craving. Back to the story... This is a short Yellowjackets test run since I have been hooked recently. So yeah, here is a iteration of what may have happened if the plane did not crash. Im never finishing this lets be real.

𝐀 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲,𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧,𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰,𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬,𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐟.

This book is here in hopes that I can make you smile. Or even laugh at my randomness.

Some thoughts flying through my head...

Just where I put all my doodles, I'm better at drawing then I am at writing

An enemies-to-lovers story circulated around a certain two idiots (I promised them I wouldn't write it, but I also promised someone else beforehand that I would). Literally crack, you don't even need to try and understand this. No smut. I don't write smut. And it'd be weird anyway, because I know them both. Updated irregularly, I honestly can't be too bothered with this story anyways.