"What do you want me to do? Want me to hold your hand?" He speaks with nasty sarcasm. I consider the offer and am surprised at the answer that comes out of my mouth. "Actually? Yeah." He blinks. "Seriously?" "Yes, seriously." The anger is fading from my voice. "Zach, I'm scared." He sighs, but he holds his hand out on the armrest. My tiny palm slides against his large one, his rough callouses pulling at my soft skin. My little fingers fill the slots of his big ones. "See?" He gives my hand a slight squeeze. "Nothing to worry about." His voice has become considerably gentle. "Just don't think about it." A fanfic for the 2015 movie "Jurassic World." [COMPLETED]

"That's my tattoo, Y/N, on your body. You know exactly what that means." BTS Jungkook x Reader tattoo artist AU gang AU Thanks and credits to all of the original artists of the amazing edits and fan arts, as well as the creator of the cover @namjoonkie and original artist @diatybx?❤️ Highest Ranking: [#1 in Fanfiction]

[]The Losers Club x Reader[] ••• "I own you, slut. And there's nothing you can do about it~" Henry's tongue slithered disgustingly up the side of my face, the smell of alcohol and tobacco invading my sensitive nose. His large hands gripped and dug into every dip and crevice of my body, his touch sending unpleasant goosebumps along my skin. "P-Please...stop.." ••• (Y/n) (L/n), better known as the Bowers gang's bitch. Your first impression of her would be that she was an angel. Her skin was free of flaws, and her body held curves in just the right spots. She wore pretty clothes such as skirts and cute sweaters, and her voice was soft and sweet. She always smelled like Vanilla, and almost never wore makeup, as she didn't need any. You would never think somebody like her would hang around with the demons of Derry. Every moment of the day, she was always accompanied by one of the boys in the Bowers gang, whether she knew it or not. She was their property, and they would never let her go. ••• "Why the fuck are you helping us?! Aren't you bowers's bitch?" The girl looked down, a troubled look on her gentle features. She unconsciously ran her fingers over her stomach, her eyes dimming from the horrid memories that swam through her head. "People call me that, sure. But I never agreed to be used like some kind of toy." ••• Bowers owned her, the Loser's Club wanted to save her. One powerfully dominant and holding a secret about her that would ruin her life, the other warm and inviting, but just out of her grasp. Either way, she was the loser. ••• []WARNING: Mature content such as Sexual content, gore, mentions of rape, physical abuse, mental abuse, self harm, and coarse language[]

A collection of not so short, short stories featuring your favourite characters and some characters you might not know much about. Slow updates in progress. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED As the title suggests, this is volume 1 and volume 2 should soon be underway. Part of my Hogwarts Library Series

** DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was fourteen. Please keep that in mind when you read the overly dramatic passages, uncreative insults, and generally self-centered behavior. Grammar is 95% correct and story is very fun, but this was written by a 14 year old. You have been warned.** ---- "I'm a glass half-full kinda guy." When you find yourself in the middle of the apocalypse in Atlanta, you almost give up on living when four survivors find you in the building you are staying in. And suddenly, you're not giving up on living just yet. - This story is a reader insert, and there are several terms that you, as the reader, may need to know if you have not read one of these types of stories before. The terms are as following: Y/N: your name Y/L/N: your last name Y/F/N: your full name H/C: hair color E/C: eye color H/L: hair length (Follows the events of AMC's The Walking Dead. No characters are mine, they belong to Robert Kirkman and AMC.) creds to: @Shayennfelicity_ for the cover

I purse my lips. "Maybe I don't want you to look out for me. Like I said, I don't need anyone." He lets out a laugh. It's a little jarring, how much Zombie resembles his namesake. Sunken eyes, rattling jaw, bared teeth. It's dark and twisted and genuine. Zombie, what happened to you? "You can lie to everyone, Croak. You can pretend that you're some tough little soldier who doesn't hurt and doesn't need anyone, but I know. I just saw proof that it's all a lie, that you're just as human as the rest of us. Even if you won't admit it to yourself, I know." A fanfic for the book "The 5th Wave" by Rick Yancy. [COMPLETED]