🌸 fluff 🔞 smut 💔 angst (will rarely write this) this book is just a silly little book with oneshots of some of the characters from Sally Face (18+ characters only for the smutshots)

They're both fragile, but in a different way, he's fragile physical wise, she's fragile emotional wise. Except they don't understand how they're similar, maybe opposites do attract, and they're just too blind to see it.. Guy Germaine FF Started: January 22nd, 2023 Ended: January 28th, 2023

I've always hated the thought of moving somewhere else. I left everything behind. My friends, my boyfriend and my memories. Mom said it was a good idea to restart my life and think about better choices. Maybe it won't be so bad. Maybe I could finally get my life started here. Hurricane, Utah here I come. It's the year 1983 and Y/N moves to a new town called Hurricane, Utah. Moving in somewhere new and unfamiliar with meant new friends, new drama, and falling in love. Michael Afton. Tough on the outside but he held a very special place for y/n in his heart. For she was the first girl to not leave his side. [ Contains Trigger Warnings Art Credit to @Mayhemmi ]

Y/n was your average college student before the world went to shit. She lived in Atlanta with her childhood friend, Glenn, and had never once left the city after she had moved there. However, the end of the world changed that, forcing her to leave the city and wander the highway. When the city was overrun, she was separated from Glenn and forced to flee the city, which she hadn't left for years. With no idea where to go or what to do, she simply wandered down the highway. And though she may have been a city kid, she was far from useless. She was used to fighting for her life and she was used to being alone, so to say the very least, she could handle whatever the end of the world threw at her. Equipped with her trusted bow, Lucy, and her fathers vintage revolver, she was ready for anything. Dead or otherwise. She eventually came across a lost little girl, and a group of survivors hurled up on a farm. She never was a people person and never got along too well with others. Would she find a home in this group? Would they become family? Or was she doomed to wander alone? Would she ever reunite with Glenn? Her family? And would she and a certain redneck ever get along? UPDATES: DAILY. This is a fem!reader fic. Hopefully, you'll enjoy the story! If there's any mistakes let me know. And just enjoy!<33 NOTE: Obviously all characters belong to the walking dead, apart from any oc's I may add!

william afton oneshots aint no way bruh 💀 I am cringing hard asf reading this back what was wrong with me ill leave it up anyway but pls wtf is this highest rankings: #1 in 'aftussy' #8 in 'five nights at freddy's' #20 in 'afton' #13 in 'william x reader' #2 in 'william afton' cover artist: @/melokoi on twitter

I never can find a Michael Afton story I want so I decided to write my own.

UNFINISHED ______ Y/N was released from the asylum 1 year ago, she was there since she was 13, she's now 20. It was hard at first to live in an ordinary lifestyle but she got used to it. But now that the most wanted serial killer "Issac Foster" breaks into her house, what will happen to the ordinary life she now had? Will Zack be a threat to her, a friend, or something more... ________ "I have my reasons for keeping you alive... I had my reasons yesterday, today those reasons don't apply." "Well listen up Mr. Red Eyes, this is my house so I don't need to answer any of your questions, and once again, please be careful holding your scythe so carelessly, you already broke a window." I go to the cabinet and take out the only box of cereal left and a bowl. I'm running out of food, I'll have to go grocery shopping tomorrow. Now, all I need is some milk. I face the refrigerator and take out the milk. As I walk around the kitchen preparing my cereal I can feel the boy's eyes following me around the room. "I don't get you, you're so weird." "Oh so I'm the weird one, your the one who broke into my house. Twice." I pull the drawer open and take out a spoon. Shit. I dropped it. I bend down to grab it, the problem is that I forgot I'm wearing a robe. A short robe. "Hey kitty, I'm seeing way more skin than I need to." My face begins to heat up. I turn my head to the side at the right angle so he won't see the blushing mess I am right now. Good thing I put on shorts. "You shouldn't be worried about me seeing some skin, afterall, I'm not a pervert, I'm a serial killer. And for some reason you don't seem as concerned about that than you should." ___________________________ (This story takes place before Zack met Rachel) *Characters aren't mine, credits to J.C.Staff/Makoto Sanada, hope you enjoy the story, once again credits to the original creators*

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Highest rank: #1 in bgwb #1 in affair #1 in scandal #2 in horror #1 in segregation #2 in blackgirl #6 in south #40 in ghost The men chuckled and slammed there drinks. "Tell me about what's been bothering you ole Joe ." Sam leaned back into his chair. "Nothin much, just...Wesley." He mumbled . "What about him?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "The kids got his own imagination you know? Talking about sum negro ghost." ©This story belongs to me,storyyeller123 meaning this story is mine and legal actions can be taken if you decide to claim it as your own. Photos are not mine I don't own them.