(Andrew Garfield Spider-Man) Spider-man No Way Home. Follows the film. Book one. (Sequels out on my profile) - New York, 2012; I lay still on the gravel, debris sprawled out around me. Thick clouds of dust and smoke fill the air as I cough, a cold liquid dripping down my lips. "MJ! Hey... hey you're okay." Peter rushes out, dropping down next to me hurriedly taking off his mask. His brown hair a mess as he looks at me with concern. "I'm okay... don't... don't worry." he smiles at me, tears in his beautiful brown eyes. I felt his left hand firmly press down on my stomach making me let out a pained cry. "I'll get you help... stay with me. Please just stay awake Mary." He goes to lift my body, but I stop him, cupping his face. My body contorting in pain at his attempts. "Shh... It's okay, just be with me." I whisper my eyes drooping shut, suddenly exhausted, all the struggle, the pain. He lets out a cry holding onto my upper half. "I'll be okay... we'll be okay." I cough harshly a copper taste filling my mouth. "Don't leave me. God please I need you," I smile at him with the most love I could conjure, I pet his bloody cheek and lean up as far as I could manage kissing him. Why couldn't I do my job. I didn't and now I'm here with three holes in my stomach, staring at the man I love as I crush his soul. "I love you, my Peter Parker." I almost whimper out in a pained wheeze. "I love you..." he repeated it over and over pressing his forehead to mine, I squeeze his hand and hold his face. His nose pressing to mine lightly as his breath fanned my lips. "Find me, Pete... I'll be waiting for you." I whisper as he kisses my head, his tears cold as they slipped in with my own.

Dabi Fanfic (My AU) Dark Romance Mafia Type Shit. Age Gap, 15 years, 25-40. Finally, finally luck had hit me, from almost dying to being helped by a stranger. A stranger I wish I never met. A stranger that fucked up my life even more, a stranger that was like the very drug schools warn you to stay away from. And yet, I never listened, not even now as a fully grown woman. My 12-year-old self is rolling in her grave. Season 1 - Finished, 17 Chapters. Season 2 - Ongoing.

"What? No! You can't!" I rushed out looking between both men as Dabi sighed wanting to argue but knew it would go nowhere. He glanced at misty with a look as a black portal opened Dabi reached for my arm, but I flinched away from him as I looked at Shigaraki broken, betrayed and a little lost. - "Doll!?" I knew at that point he'd heard me, and the walls shook as he slammed himself against the door. I heard him grunt as the door cracks and falls open slamming into the sink. He steps over the door and rushes to the bathtub. - "Am I not enough? What about me isn't enough for you Dabi? Is it the scar? Or am I just fucking ugly?" I slur out, stumbling over my own feet as I stand in front of his bedroom door. - Dabi x Female OC - Mature Themes. - Three season book.

Based off Hotel Transylvania. Short story. Romance. Book 1 - Zinged Fate. Could be read independently if you truly wanted to, but I'd recommend reading the first book. - I rush through the forest on foot, Emery right behind me as I panic. "Dennis!" I yell out and Emery stops me. "You need to calm down, your panicking." I glare at him and shove his hands off. "Really?" I push forward and keep calling my sons name out. I breathe heavily as I let out a small sob. How'd this happen? How did he slip away with Winnie without anyone at the party seeing? Emery grabs my shoulders and squeezes them as I felt my knees buckle below me-I press my hands into my eyes, "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have lost it on mom or Johnny." I brush my hair away from my sweaty and tear stained face as I twist my face to look around us. "We have to keep looking. He has to be somewhere." Emery silently pulls me in and holds me to him. I felt any of what I had left blocking my emotions out break as I let out a sob and more followed as I balled up my brothers jacket in my hands. How could I let this happen, why'd I agree to invite that sick man to my sons birthday. God why. "Emery we-we have to keep going." I pull away and drag him with me as I focus on the task at hand, a freezing hand coming up from my side as I wipe my tears with my hand roughly.

I have such a better Daryl fic now, please I beg of you go read that not this <:( Daryl Fanfiction + Carl Fanfiction I made this when I had zero experience in the dating game or romance in general, originally from 2019, then drafted in 2020 to be rewritten, republished then taken down again early 2021 for an edit and replot, then published for the third time and here we are, still unhappy and now rewriting it all but as a new book. - 2022: Gave up on rewriting it as a new book got anxiety over it a few times, so here we are just editing the current chapters to be better. - 2023: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PEOPLE GIVE ME PEACE, STOP READING ITS TERRIBLE ITS HORRIBLE WHY. GOD WHY. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL GODS IN EVERY RELIGION PLEASE. This is a book about, Romance, Death, Gore, Anxiety And Fear. "Oliver We Have To Go Hurry Please!!" ... "I Love You Please Don't Leave Me" Alexis Foster, 19 when the world shut down and the apocalyptic world began its course ruining lives, killing family's. But the girl was lucky enough to get out of there alive with her brother as they ran watching the horror around them. Fyi this has changed from a male being with Daryl to a female cause i felt it would be better if it were female since Daryl doesnt give me much homosexual vibes he seems more heterosexual but if you dudes/dudettes/*instert other word for dudes for the non-binary people* want me to make a MxM one, But Carl will still be with Oliver who remains male. Sequel out soon. 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎. - 𝙶𝚘𝚛𝚎. - 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. - 𝙲𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. - 𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎. - 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎. - 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝙹𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙾𝚛 𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. Started - May/June 2019 Ended - November 2020 / April 2021 Book 1 - Finished/Published Book 2 - Ongoing/Published

I wasn't special, I wasn't a marine or a scientist sent here from earth to study Pandora, I was a behaviorist-some say behaviorists are scientists too; but the brain isn't made up of mathematics and hope, it's like the roots of trees. Forever speaking but unheard. I study people's brains and their behavior. I don't look at it with hope and faith. I'm nothing special, not really. When I was accepted to help with Project Pandora, I was exhilarated. This was my big break, something to get me out there. I never expected for it to spiral into my life unprofessionally-become personal, emotional. That I would have to fight in a war between man and alien, choose between my own people and a clan of beings that accepted me-welcomed me, trained and made me one of them. This wasn't supposed to become personal, but it did.

Based off of hotel Transylvania. Romance. Short Story. Book 1. The Count is the sequel to this story. - I tense up as Maven spins me around to face him. His eyes glistening with salty tears, or what I presume to be. Johnny stays hunched behind me, his shoulders shaking as he holds back his own tears. I stare at Maven, my heart felt like it was being crushed at the site of his broken expression. "Is it true? Are you a human?" I look down and sigh, the grayish pale makeup on my hands smeared showing my natural skin. "Yes." He sucks in a sharp breath as he places his hands gently on mine pulling them up between our bodies. "I don't care, I still wanna be with you." he lets go of one hand and cups my face in the other. I couldn't help but smile softly as his eyes lit up, a gentle loving smile on his face as he rubs a finger on my cheek. I look past him towards Dracula's fear filled eyes. I felt my throat close up when I realized what I had to do. I pull Maven's hand away from my face and release our laced fingers stepping back. I avert my eyes and glare at the ground. "I-I don't want to be with you. Because you're a blood sucking monster. I hate monsters." I seethe out, all the anger in my tone directed at myself. My heart in my throat when feel Johnny grab my wrist pulling me away from Maven, his eyes widen just slightly as a single tear drips down his pale face. "You don't mean that." he utters, his voice shaking. "Goodbye Maven." I force a stern tone to my voice as I don't spare him a glance, Johnny pulling me out of the ballroom. When the doors slam shut behind me I let my emotions go. I let out a sob that wracked my body in full tremors. I fall into Johnny's side as he sighs and squeezes my shoulder walking us both out of the main entrance to the hotel. - Viewer Discretion Advised, how? because I wrote it.

TWD, seasons 1-8 currently published. Dark Romance - Slow Burn. Starts off with her falling for Rick possibly ends with her and Daryl. I like me some drama so hehe. - ❝I remembered how it all started. How the world went from civilized with jobs, normal people, conversations. Without the fear of being consumed alive by undead man. Torn apart, left to turn into one of them. I remember the time before I met Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Maggie, all of them. The time before I feared for my sanity. I remember that day at the hospital when a man was rolled in unconscious and injured, my fifth GSW case that month alone. I remember all those cases before him for the past month, the fevers of 110, the quick unstoppable deaths. The bites. I remember the first time I smelled burning flesh and gunpowder. How it coiled around my lungs and burned my nose as I inhaled. The mangled body of my intern littered with bullet holes. I remember the time before the war, I remember when I could go home and sleep without fear of being bitten the next day. I remember the day I had a son, blood or not, and I remember the day he was murdered in front of my eyes. I remember it all. I remember too much. Why were we the ones who live? Why not Glenn? Why not Carl? Henry, or Enid? Any of the other many people we lost for the sake of what, humanity? I had a son once, I had a family. And where are they? ❞ - follow Avery Warren's journey from ER Nurse to survivalist as she navigates a world overrun by the undead. She must deal with dangerous situations, deadly threats, and her own group's disagreements as she strives to protect her people and seek safety in a seemingly hopeless world. She faces the constant threat of both walkers and other humans, struggling to find a safe haven from the zombies while also trying to maintain her humanity. - I only own my characters; the rest belong to AMC and Robert Kirkman.