moby and tim fanfiction

[Warning: Emotional Integrity Compromised/ 18+] [Reinitializing Subject Memory…] [Name: Tim Ostfrucht] [Status: Year 11 — Functional but Fragmented] [Missing Variable: Jake — Best Friend | Status: Disappeared] He returns to school hollow, a ghost wearing his own skin. Jake is gone. Lina hovers too close—calling herself his “best friend,” but her warmth feels like intrusion. Then he appears. Lukas. A new student. Quiet. Unpredictable. Until the day the classroom erupts—violence, confusion, fear. And amid the chaos, Tim feels it for the first time in months— something. Their connection starts small. A glance. A word. A silence too long to be accidental. But beneath it all, there’s something twisted. Lukas carries secrets. Tim carries guilt. And somewhere between them, Jake’s absence breathes like a third presence neither can escape. The deeper Tim falls, the more the world around him distorts. Friendships unravel. Dreams bleed into memory. Desire turns dangerous. By the time he realizes what Lukas really is— it’s already too late to pull away. [Emotional Containment Failing] [Trust Protocol Corrupted] [Continue? Y/N] By: notH3ntaiTeddy → Join the Discord: https://discord.gg/yhcxvGZemj Content Tags → ROMANCE → BETRAYAL → BL → FASTPACED → LOVEATFIRSTSIGHT → TWISTED → KIDNAP → SERIOUS

Melanie Woods is undoubtedly living in the shadows of her brothers'. Which is unfortunate, as her brother Jeff is Jeff the bloody killer and her brother Liu is presumed not-so-dead as he should be. All Melaine wants to do is live a life where she's not known as 'Mel Woods, the girl whose brother killed her family'. She wants to be known as Mel Woods, the healing extrodinare. *** I only own Mel,her Grandma, and Cordelia, as well as Lake and Sunny Hills but I don't own any other main character in this book. The plot is mostly mine, except most of the events of Jeff and Liu's past. All creepypastas to their owner, and Tim and Brian to Marble Hornets, which belongs to Troy Wagner, and by extention, Joseph DeLage, Tim Sutton and Brian Haight.

Y/N is just a simple girl who works at a coffee shop. The only thing that makes her life different is that she is best friends with a Wayne. But not just any Wayne, its Tim Drake. But what will happen when Tim invites her over for a simple dinner? Will he have to fend off his brothers or will she finally feel the same way about him?

You know, I would think reincarnation to be something fun or relaxing But NO When you're reincarnated into a dangerous mafia world, you stay back and try not to die *Small slice of life story of a mob

Reincarnated to your Favourite Anime become a mob and take timeline the mc, interfe the story and become harem king? nay nay ima to lazy for that...

A boy woke up in a world full of trash where he had to survive the creatures prowling the place, with trash falling there every week. one day a humanoid giant falls near his hide out beckoning him to go find out what it is, what he finds is a metallic giant that was peculiarly colored body, on it's forehead there is a red gem that was see through and a name "GUNDAM 004" Don't expect regular updates, this mash up just came to my mind so I'll build it as new ideas come. I doubt anything will be ground breaking but I'm seriously getting tired of the "godly" word in every story here.... and the characters always end up being Gods.

Pada tahun 20xx teknologi Vr berkembang pesat. Game legendaris mobile legend kini hadir dengan versi virtual game. saksi kan perjuangan para pemain profesional. Siapakah legenda selajutnya.

Oh, hello there. I have no clue how you made it here, but, welcome to the abyss ! We have, uh, yes. I have an glorious castle to showcase to you ! Oh ? Where are my manners, you seem a little distrusted by this form of mine. Here. I think you will find this form a little more comfortable to converse with. My name is Beelzebub ! The Sovereign of Pestilence, The Warden of Decay, The Queen Crimson, The mistress of Flies. But, as a privileged guest, you can call me by a simple All mighty Beelzebub ! Am I not generous ? [Photos used not mine, just found them somewhere on internet ... Oh, the animes used also aren’t mine, if you haven’t guessed that yet.]

He was an orphan since childhood and had nobody to love him. Kicked out at the age of four, he had to fend for himself through all the unfairness. On one particular year on October 10th, he was hunted by his fellow villagers like some sort of prey. He was lashed, stomped, stoned and his skin was flayed from his from his flesh—yet no matter how much he screamed. Nobody came to help him. It didn't matter though, because eventually he got used to the pain. His loneliness festered and became pure undiluted hatred. Some may call him evil, but to him, he's just carrying out his justice. ...... I don't own Naruto except some original charecters created by me. If you're the owner of the cover page and want it taken down then please don't hesitate to tell me and I will swiftly do so. ........

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!