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Spazzheart || Stranger Things by 80sLov3r
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"Say it. You think I'm pretty cool." When Hawkins lovable spaz, makes it her mission to make both Hawkins dangerous and misunderstood kings smile. [Stranger Things, Season 2] [ADULT LANGUAGE and THEMES, BEWARE]
Shattered ⌲ Bellamy Blake [1] by blankissues
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shat•tered (adjective) broken into many pieces; damaged or destroyed Elena Mastersons is alone in every sense of the word. Everyone she loved is gone. Floated into the deep depth of space. She spent her time waiting in a cell to end up like the rest of them, until she and 99 other criminals are sent somewhere no one has been in almost 100 years. Earth. Elena is the true definition of shattered and she doesn't believe that someone is capable of fixing her. -I don't own any part of The 100 all rights go to The CW. The only parts I own are my own characters and scenes- Cover created by: @-smok3
Perish • Ben Parish by southofparadise
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The wicked will perish. The 5th Wave Fan fiction [extended summary inside]
After by imaginator1D
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Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.
When The Stars Align {5th wave}/ Ben Parish by rollaaa
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What does one do when they slowly and painfully watch the world around them turn into a nightmare? Do we stand there and do nothing? Do we fight with all out might? But what if its too late? ... I sat against the tree, the rough bark leaving slight feelings of pain on my back. I tried to not look at the body that lied dead in front of me. I took slow breaths trying to calm myself. I held onto my backpack as if it was my life. My head throbbed against the tree and the pain in my arm was stronger than ever. But none of that compared to the grief I felt inside. I needed to survive. Because if I didn't, then that means they died for nothing.