Pleasesaveme Stories

do you have a character from itft that you love, but can't find any content on? -+- ... + I DO! and if you do too, this is the right place:] -+- feel free to recommend any character (except the sun) and any fluff scenario you'd like, I'll try to get to it! -----+----- stuff I WON'T write: -nsfw -gore -angst -----+----- yeah, this is an exclusively fluff thing, I just prefer writing fluff :D -+- I am a beginner writer so DON'T expect this to be good, but I hope I can at least help one of the selfshippers out there!!

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

pls help i'm being held at gunpoint to write this/j

This is a story I wrote about my OC's it took a really long time and I really hope you like it, PLEASE no negative comments I worked really hard on this so that you all could enjoy

In the most normal way this is a kind of genshin/honkai sort of fanfic with my ocs because this is wattpad and no one will find this :D If my friends find this no you didn't

Some thoughts flying through my head...

*ೃ༄𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗽𝗮 𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀*ೃ༄ .ೃ࿐𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝐷𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑝𝑎 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠!.ೃ࿐ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹: 𝑵𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒆˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

I'm not okay I promise. This is the story of the grandeur of Shrek, and the struggles of our main character, who is shunned by society for realizing his great beauty. Will our heroine ever be able to convince people to understand, or at the very least, use the guidance of Shrek to find someone of similar beliefs?

(REQUESTS CLOSED!!) this is what happens when you love a game very much

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.

"I will consume your damn vacuums and digest them" - Y/N When Michael Jackson of all people shows up at your home in an attempt to sell you a Vacuum cleaner what will happen? How will it turn out? WARNING THIS STORY IS NOT SERIOUS IN ANY CAPACITY

Two serial killers whose hearts were as dark as the night UNTIL they opened each others eyes to a whole new world. A world where love is forbidden in order to kill. Will they choose to love each other or kill? If you read the other one this one has more added to it and more of how they started liking each other then automatically loving each other.

well i feel bad for hurting my best friend, so im making this book in her honnor shes blonde and im brunette!

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

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 series of crack fics featuring everyone's favourite characters

save yourself, please

Just sad tears that streamed down my face and splashed onto paper, telling my life.

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.