"Do you want to fuck me, Harrington? Is that it?" Started: 5/7-22

writing to keep my absolute obsession of these two under control 🫡 Thank you so much to everyone who read and supported my writing! This was my first dip into fanfiction ever, and I like to think I've come a long way. Please check out my ao3 @ronanceableNPC if you want to read extended versions and more like this! *I do not own Stranger Things or any of the characters*

Steddie(Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson) story! I hope you enjoy! ♡ ALSO SMUT WARNING!!! CHAPTER 4 AND 5🙀👍

[BEING EDITED] Don't make me sad, don't make me cry Sometimes love's not enough And the road get's tough I don't know why --- Come and talk a walk on the Wild side Let me kiss you hard in the Pouring rain You like your girls Insane Choose your last words This is the last time Cause you and I We were born to die This world wasn't for the weak. So either you got stronger or died trying. Samantha wasn't weak to begin with, she was prepared to die to the cannibalistic creatures. Until she comes across a group, and a little girl she swears to keep alive...Sophia. She comes across a redneck that couldn't infuriate her more, until eventually he doesn't. She'll do anything for the group, she'll suffer so they don't have to. And that inrages a certain redneck. Things aren't easy between the two, but they never would've met if it weren't for the apocalypse. Right? Start Time: 8/20/2021 Finish Time: 9/07/2022 (there are serious topics such as rape and suicide and religion)

She was immense. Six foot three, maybe taller, with shoulders that could rival a linebacker's. Her arms were thick with corded muscle and the most striking thing was the network of scars that laced her skin. Some were thin and silvery, others thick and puckered, a roadmap of old battles and harsh encounters. The most astonishing one was the one on her face. Covering most of her cheek and over her left eye, parting her eyebrow. Her left eye was a milky white while the other eye was a bright brown, telling all that she was half-blinded. Deanna's smile faltered. She forced a little chuckle. "That's... well, that's Frankie." Frankie didn't acknowledge their presence. She was busy hoisting a massive crate of what looked like salvaged farm equipment. She moved with a fluid grace that belied her hulking size. When she did look their way, her gaze was cold as glacial ice. "We call her Frankenstein," Spencer said, his voice confident, humorous. **** Daryl Dixon x Female OC No little petite OC who's sassy. This is a gladiator woman who Daryl Dixon becomes obsessed with! A blushing mess, really. And she's big, thick and badass. Enjoy :3

Everyone has demons, some louder than others and some, like yourself, who use blades to silence them. Before the world died, you were an assassin and thought you were better off alone, until you kept running into the same blue eyed archer who changed your mind. - Major Trigger Warning- SA. Incident not described in detail, but just the aftermath

She was the last of her kind- a banshee whose scream isn't heard, but felt, crawling into your mind until it shatters. One touch could drive you insane... or kill you. Nevermore Academy was supposed to be her sanctuary. Instead, it became her stage of secrets, obsession, and betrayal. And then she met him. Tyler Galpin-the Hyde no one could control except her. Her touch didn't destroy him-it soothed him. It made him crave her. But in a world where bloodlines are hunted, monsters hide in plain sight, and loyalties shift like shadows, desire is the most dangerous weapon of all. Because when love feels like madness... Who will survive the screams? WARNINGS : smut/ mature content mature languages abuse/violence obsession/possessiveness - [more in book]

'Take me back to the night we met' "There could be a view of the most beautiful waterfall, mountain and ocean, but Carl grimes would still be looking at her, and that was the beauty of their love." Two teens who were hurt, bodied, and empty, starting to grow together in this messy world, finding love much stronger than hate will ever be. SEASON 3-8 OF THE WALKING DEAD "They hate each other." "No they don't, not really." 'I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you'

"Survive now. Cry later. " ♤ "Sweetheart, hush now" I whispered as we hid in the tiny mahogany closest, a small stream of light drifting in. He made a small whimper causing me to pull him closer to my chest as the footsteps got louder. Squeezing my eyes closed, I heard the squeaking of a floorboard as the light disappeared and an eye came into view. "Hey lil bro! Come see what I found!" A loud, raspy, harsh voice chuckled. My heart sped up. This was it.. #1 in #twdlovestory #13 in #twdfanfic out of 2.8K #9 in #daryl

𝑾𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. ****** Daryl Dixon x Fem OC season 1 - season ? ****** UNEDITED