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peter parker x reader - wattpad (more unposted fics are located here) - requests closed as of august 2021 - fics by other authors that I love

updated jan 30 2022

💋 - suggestive / 🌻 - personal favorite / ✨ - soulmate au / 🌧 - mostly angst / 💕 - mostly fluff / ⚡️ - super hero or super powered reader

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sweatshirt - you and peter broke up a long time ago, but something about seeing you in his old sweatshirt makes him act impulsively

stood up 💋⚡️- you and peter get on each others nerves - funnily enough you would not have expected a date-gone-wrong to be the start of fixing your relationship

fake it 🌻💕⚡️- peter comes up with the brilliant idea of you both fake dating each other as a way to get the team to back off on the couple comments

spider-man cookies and napkin notes 💕- peter has finally been bullied (lovingly, of course) by his friends into asking out the cute barista, but things go a little wrong. or maybe a little right

reward system 💋- sometimes you feel a little behind everyone else, but peter makes sure to remind you that you’re not as alone as you think you are

boys and girls - based on the song “boys and girls” by james tw

second chances 🌧- you meet your unrequited high school crush/best friend years later at a college frat party of all places - things go about as well as expected

good looking 🌻💕- spider-man landed on your balcony once and the rest is history (said every peter fic ever)

back to december 🌧- you meet peter in december, and his sad eyes and shy personality pull you in (no way home spoilers)

just the two of us 💕💋 - peter is pretty much the only thing keeping you sane during your time in grad school

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The Eighth Child Masterlist

Summary: What if instead of seven, Reginald Hargreeves got eight of them? Eight young experiments, one more person to stop the end of the world.

Season 1:

Chapter 1: The Spring of 1989

Chapter 2: A Trip to The Past

Chapter 3: It’s Been So Long, Too Long… 

Chapter 4: The Best Funeral Ever

Chapter 5: A Favour For Five

Chapter 6: The Wonders of Parenting

Chapter 7: The Chase(s)

Chapter 8: Academy Under Attack

Chapter 9: How to Torture the Die Hard

Chapter 10: The Briefcase Trip

Chapter 11: (Not) Miss Saigon

Chapter 12: Welcome Home, Vet

Chapter 13: Long Time No See

Chapter 14: The Day That Didn’t Happen

Chapter 15: The Day That Happened (Part 1)

Chapter 16: The Day That Happened (Part 2)

Chapter 17: Klaus’ Revelation

Chapter 18: Who Killed Harold Jenkins?

Chapter 19: Huge Trouble in a Small Package

Chapter 20: A Concert For the End of the World (Season 1 Finale)

Season 2:

Chapter 1: The Man at The Window

Chapter 2: Dad On Film

Chapter 3: It’s a Beautiful Life

Chapter 4: Good Morning, Prophet

Chapter 5: Saving Private Dave

Chapter 6: The Epic Drinking Spree

Chapter 7: The Family Reunion

Chapter 8: Twistin’ The Night Away

Chapter 9: All Hail The Prophetess

Chapter 10: The Tropical Storm

Chapter 11: Suddenly Ben

Chapter 12: Body Duty

Chapter 13: The Anti-Apocalypse Squad

Chapter 14: Dallas Most Wanted 

Chapter 15: No Place Like Home

Season 3:

Chapter 1: The Flight of The Sparrows

Chapter 2: Welcome to the Hotel Obsidian

Chapter 3: Amish Hospitality

Chapter 4: East, West, Home’s Best

Chapter 5: You Give Love a Bad Name

Chapter 6: The Mind Raider

Chapter 7: Surface of Our Potential

Chapter 8: The Bird and The Anchor

Chapter 9: Double Wedding at the End of the World (I)

Chapter 10: Double Wedding at the End of the World (II)

Chapter 11: Hello Goodbye

Chapter 12: More Valuable Than The World and The End of All Things 

Season 4:

Chapter 1: Your Dreams Came True, Now What?

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The Eighth Child’ verse drabbles and one shots:

- To Walk in Her Shoes

- Getting Real With The Umbrella Academy

- Half Right

- Ainda É Cedo

- The Man in the Poster

- Bienenstich

- Soft Spots

- Something to Think About

- Went a Little Like This (OC Kiss Week)

- Work of Art

- You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello

- Sex Ed

- Sticks and Stones

- Be My Valentine

- Going Through Changes

- Say My Name

- Knock First

- Dancing Through Life

- Monthly Horror

- Fan Mail

- Half Virgin

- Finest Brazilian Literature

- Spicy Chocolate

- Happy New Year - Part I (2005)

- Happy New Year - Part II (2013)

- Happy New Year - Part III (2016)

- June Party

- Aftercare

- The Eiffel Tower Incident

- Klaus’ Type

- Far From The Eyes, Close To The Heart

- Leaving Marks

- Meet The Parents

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MHA/BNHA Crossover AU: T(UA)

Part 1 - The Other Japan

Part 2 - Fight With a Smile

Part 3 - SOS Umbrella

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The Aftermath || LN4 {1}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: A year after losing your husband to an F1 crash, his teammate comes by and regrets never coming to check in on you. Warnings: 18+ only, grief and loss, depression, mentions of blood, alcohol WC: 2.2k

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It doesn’t matter how long the night may seem, dawn will find a way to fight the darkness and break in a new day. Another day without him. 

365. It had been 365 days since he left this world for an eternity among the stars. Even now, a year later, you struggled to say his name without spiraling into the abyss where you wished you could join him. 

“Racing is my oxygen, I need it to survive.” That is what he had said whenever someone asked him if he was thinking about retiring.

“I hate you,” you murmured to the picture of your wedding day, the bright smiles something that hadn’t been seen inside these four walls for a year. 

You could almost hear his mocking laugh and you sighed at the truth, you could never hate him. He was your other half, he completed you. You hated that he had left you and the emptiness that had remained in his absence.

“I miss you.”

A knock sounded at your door and you dragged yourself through the silent house to see what had been delivered. You didn’t want to have to interact with anyone, let alone on a day like this one. “Just leave it on the step.”

“Y/N?”

You stumbled at the voice and froze, wondering if it was too late to climb back into bed and pull the covers up over your head and hide from the world. 

“Please, Y/N, open the door,” Lando called out.

They had been teammates. They had been friends. The three of you had spent so much time together the media joked Lando wasn’t third wheeling but a part of a throuple. 

Your hand trembled as you reached for the stiff deadbolt, the harsh scrape evidence of how long it had been since it was last opened for a grocery delivery almost two weeks ago. 

After the funeral, everyone else moved on with their lives while you were left with dozens of decaying bouquets and sympathy cards that could never replace your husband. For a while there were phone calls and invitations but leaving the house had become daunting and eventually those had stopped entirely. You couldn’t blame them.

“Jesus,” Lando muttered as you opened the door. “Are you alright?”

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you pointedly ignored his question. 

He shuffled on the doorstep as he shifted his balance about. “It’s the memorial unveiling today, I thought you might want someone to drive you.”

If you could feel anything, you might have felt angry. “I didn’t know there was an unveiling.”

“Shit, seriously?” He ran a hand through his curls that had grown longer than he used to keep them. “You should be there.”

He carefully stepped around you and into the house, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the stale air before he frowned. You couldn’t remember when you last opened the curtains, preferring the dark where you could sit in his shirt and pretend he was still with you even after his scent faded from the material.

Lando stepped into the kitchen next, opening the fridge and cupboards to find them almost empty before slamming them closed. 

“I know what you’re thinking,” you said lamely as he stormed across the room to grab your shoulders. “I’m fine. I was going to order groceries today.”

“This isn’t fine, Y/N!” He sighed and released his grip so he could pull you into his arms. “I should have come by sooner.”

You froze as you felt the first human contact in months and felt his heartbeat against you, the rhythmic thump enough to jolt you back into control and you pulled away, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively.

“I’m not your problem, Lando.” You turned to the door that was still open, his comical Fiat Jolly parked in the drive. “You should go.”

His head dropped as he slowly walked past, pausing only a moment to say something before he thought better of it and shook his head, closing the door behind him. 

The road noise in the retro pastel blue car was too loud to hear anything when Lando’s phone rang so he pulled over into the next parking lot off the busy streets and found Oscar’s name on the caller ID. 

“Hey mate, what’s up?” 

“Where are you?” his teammate asked in a hushed tone. “The ceremony starts in five minutes and you’re the one who actually drove with the guy.”

Lando stared out ahead at the shop space he had pulled into and saw it was a food mart. “I’m not going to make it.”

“What could possibly be more important than this?”

“I’ll talk to you later, tell them to start without me.” Lando hung up without a goodbye and rushed out of his car, an apology sent to his friend in heaven. 

There was no knock at your door this time, there was just the quiet scratch of the pot plant moving across the concrete step before it was unlocked and swinging open. 

You didn’t even have the energy to rise from the bed you had crawled back into, there was only one person who knew where the spare key was hidden. He pottered around in the kitchen and you heard the doors opening and closing before his bare feet padded softly down the hallway. 

“Coming in,” Lando warned as the door creaked open and he stepped into your room. “I hope you’re wearing something.”

Before you could ask why he gave you the answer and ripped the blankets off the bed. Cold air rushed in and you shivered as you pulled the hem of your husband’s shirt further down your thighs. The orange and grey pattern on the shirt caught Lando’s attention and his eyes turned down before he turned away and opened the closet.

You weren’t sure if he was expecting to see one half empty but you hadn’t been able to box up a single item. You were clinging onto them, and the memory they represented, for dear life. 

He grabbed a casual dress he had seen you wear before and tossed it over, the soft cotton covering your legs. “Get dressed.”

“Lando!” He had already disappeared back down the hall and you groaned as you rolled off the bed and onto your feet. The material hung loose around your body in a way it hadn't before and the dress was no longer flattering as you stood in front of the mirror. 

It was the first real time you had looked in the mirror and you barely recognised yourself. Your skin no longer glowed, your hair was knotted and unkempt and your eyes held no life where they were sunken into your face.

Needing to try salvage something of your dignity, you tried to brush out the knots but the handle snapped and you stared at it in disbelief. Sudden rage hit you as you failed at such a simple task and you threw what remained of the brush at the mirror, shattering the image but somehow making your reflection more true to how you were feeling.

“Y/N?” Lando skidded to a stop, barely missing the shards of glass on the carpet. “Are you alright?”

“No,” you admitted aloud for the first time and your legs gave out as reality crashed into you. “I miss him so much.”

You didn’t feel the glass slash your legs or the sharp pain as they stabbed your knees. You didn’t feel the warm blood seeping into the carpet or Lando’s arms as he picked you up. You didn’t feel anything but the overwhelming sense of loss like a fist squeezing your heart from inside your chest.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you,” Lando murmured as he sat you on the kitchen side and cupped your face. “I’m sorry I wasn't here.”

“I’m not your problem,” you reminded him as you shook his hands off your face. “You were his friend and I’m not an inheritance.”

“I’m your friend too. A shitty friend, but I’m going to fix that,” he said as he looked down at your bleeding knees, “starting with this.”

He went to the cupboard above the fridge to find nothing had changed and the first aid kit was still on the shelf you struggled to reach, but he easily did. You tried to get a bandaid from it as he placed it on the benchtop beside you but he moved your hands back and gave you a warning look.

“This might hurt,” he apologised as he broke the top off a saline bottle and started to rinse the blood away. “There’s some glass stuck in there - maybe we should go to the hospital.”

“I’m not going back there, especially not today,” you said with a lick of venom and a shake of your head. “There’s whiskey in the back of the pantry, just give me some of that.”

He seemed dubious about the idea but knew how stubborn you could be and exhaled a resigned sigh before getting the half empty bottle. He looked at you through the clear glass, above the sloshing amber, and you could feel the judgement in that stare.

“I have trouble sleeping.”

He didn’t give you a response as he handed it over before getting a chair to sit on, placing your foot on his knee so he could try to get the glass out with a pair of tweezers. To be honest, you were numb to everything and didn’t even need the alcohol but you gulped greedily at the spiced whiskey. 

“What’s that?” you asked as you noticed a pot on the stove, steam softly billowing up, and then you noticed the mouthwatering scent. 

“Vegetable soup. You need to eat.”

“When did you get so mature?” The joke fell flat as he looked up and you saw the depth of his own grief that he let escape from where he had buried it.

“A lot has changed in a year.”

There was no appropriate response to be said so you took another swig and felt the warmth of the alcohol hitting your empty stomach while he continued to pull shards of glass out.

“All done,” he said as he gathered the rubbish and left you to inspect the bandaids plastered all over your knees and skins too.

“If you ever look for a change in career, nursing isn't the answer.”

His lips curled up with a small laugh as he checked the pot and gave the soup a stir. “You’re meant to say thank you.”

“Thank you, Nurse Norris.”

Lando returned to where you were sitting after lowering the heat on the stove and tapped his finger on the stack of mail beside you. He picked up an envelope with the F1 symbol beside the return address and flipped it over before seeing almost a dozen others just like it. 

“Your invitation is probably in one of these.”

“Did you know there’s a clause in the contracts for ‘surviving spouses’?” You laughed bitterly and tipped the bottle back, no longer feeling the burn of the alcohol rushing down your throat. “They send a cheque every month, the very people who killed him and I want nothing to do with, and if it wasn’t already bad enough, they send it in his name.”

Lando looked at the envelopes and frowned. “Seriously?”

You took the top one and ripped through the seal to show him the cheque address to René Gauthier. On and on, you tore them all open and Lando swallowed deeply as the mess grew.

“Do they think €10,000 a month is going to make everything better? Nothing they do can bring back my husband.”

“Nothing can fix what happened,” he said as he wiped your cheeks that you hadn’t noticed were damp with tears. “I know it doesn’t make it any easier but they brought in new regulations this year, so it doesn’t happen again.”

“Sometimes I wish he hit those officials,” your voice broke at the whispered confession. “He would have had to live with that guilt, but at least he would be alive. Oh god, I’m a terrible person.”

René had been labelled a hero for the manoeuvre he had done to save the lives of the officials that were in the wrong place. He had put himself into a wall swerving away from them and while they had walked away unscathed for their mistake, your husband had died for his. It wasn’t fair.

“You’re not a terrible person, Y/N,” Lando reassured you as he pulled your hands away from where you had hidden your face in shame. 

The alcohol had hit your system and you closed your eyes as the room swayed, your words falling unfiltered as your head spun. “Racing was his life, Lando, but he was mine. I don’t know how to live without him.”

The bottle disappeared from your fingers and you lifted your heavy eyelids to see Lando putting it on top of the cupboards out of your reach. 

“You find a way to live because it's what he would want.” He scooped you up off the counter and your head fell into the crook of his neck without resistance. “You find a way to live because we’ve already lost too much. I’m not going to lose you too.”

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The Domestic Chronicles of Min Yoongi | Series Masterlist

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none (will be updated with each chapter, each chapter has individual warnings)

Summary: A series of one shots chronicling the domestic moments shared between Reader and Yoongi throughout their relationship with one another

this series will cover the entire span of reader and Yoongi’s relationship from before they were dating to well after they’re married. chapters may not come out in chronological order and don’t need to be read in chronological order of their relationship

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Blacking Out and Breaking Hearts - Masterlist

Summary: Y/N is a successful musician, trying to navigate the world of stardom along with her complicated feelings for her best friend, Harry.

Chapters: 36, ongoing

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IN PROGRESS SERIES

Daddies Girl: 36 year old Ethan Dolan, divorced single dad with a daughter riddled with mommy issues. Seemingly unstable and incapable of loving anyone besides his daughter—he steps foot into a no strings attached love affair with his daughters bestfriend. Lighting an Inferno of emotions.

Roses: Ethan can’t seem to find it in him to hurt you the way you crave, confiding in his twin brother is something he’s always done. This time when Ethan asks for advice, his gets a lot more than he bargained for.

Most Wanted: Detective Grayson Dolan is three months into his biggest case to date. His make or break moment. The murder of Antoniette May Clark. With developing intel on the rise, the last thing Grayson was expecting was to be blindsided by his soon to be ex-wife who’s just been assigned lead on his holy grail of cases.

Love After Death: When Ethan’s girlfriend, Tahlia Lamont, manages to deliver a healthy baby girl after a serious accident before ultimately succumbing to her extensive injuries—you’re left to pick up the pieces.

Camden Valley: Camden Valley has its long history—for a blink and you’ll miss it town, Ethan Dolan’s pretty well educated. When you move to town and start experiencing things that go bump in the night? Local ratbag Grayson Dolan introduces you to his not so social twin.

Timekeeper: Sometimes? we let money, fame and fortune get the better of us - it’s only when we finally lose the ones we love the most in this world, suddenly a single dollar holds no value.

Calliope.Reed Original character series in which we follow Ethan Dolan on his journey with the whirlwind girl that stole his heart. 

Bookworm: a series where Ethan Dolan falls in love with a girl who loves all things written. Which just so happens to play out in the same timeline as Grayson and Y/n from the clumsy in love series.

Clumsy in love: a series where Grayson Dolan is in love with an extremely clumsy girl. Which just so happens to play out in the same timeline as Laura and Ethan from the bookworm series

Spud: Chelsea (Spud) y/l/n is your pride and joy. As a single mum at a very young age you devoted the first two years of your daughters life to loving her, being the best mum you could possibly be. It was always you and your spud ~ Until you met Grayson Dolan.

The Marksman: When Grayson Dolan, the most senior chief sniper with the NCIS, is called to a hostage situation. He comes face to face with his greatest fear in life. His fiancée is on the hostage list.

The waitress: Ethan Dolan didn’t make a first Great impression - in fact? He was the last person you wanted to see again. But he couldn’t stay away.

Kids see ghost: You have a gift - you can see, hear, touch and talk to those who have past. It’s an all round thing that never truly goes away. Although you try suppress and deny your truly unique gift. In fear those you love will call you crazy -insane even. Halloween is always the strongest time of year - when the vail is at it thinnest and ghost of things past roam the earth as they once did.

Stranglehold: Grayson Dolan is one hell of a boxer, who just so happens to fall head first madly in love with a lover of all things history. A lover not a fighter.

Jealously: Bestfriend Grayson is extremely jealous over your ‘friendship’ with his camera Kyle. It’s nothing but a toxic triangle of lust and jealously - that you are very much addicted to.

Eye spy: Ethan Dolan. Criminal. Employed by some of the worlds most notorious crime bosses to take out the competition and keep their hands clean. You. Undercover law enforcement. Employed by the FBI to track down dangerous criminals - that would just so happen to include…..Ethan Dolan.

Bisexual!Ethan: Being bestfriends with Ethan and Grayson Dolan was always easy. Until you and Ethan started crushing on the same guy - their trusted cameraman and loyal friend. Kyle.

Worldgym: Ethan Dolan had no idea what to expect when he saw you walk through the threshold of the world gym he and his brother Grayson worked at.

DT entertainment - CEO!E: Ethan & Grayson Dolan. CEO’s of DT Entertainment - Grayson a smooth talking charm the pants off you type businessman. Ethan? A don’t take no for an answer, ruthless, cold hearted employer who’s only soft for his family.

Halftime: high school isn’t always easy, especially when you’re in love with Grayson Dolan.

COMPLETED SERIES.

A cheaters charm: Grayson Dolan had the world, until he started on a downwards spiral of heartbreak, betrayal and adultery. You thought you had the perfect man, until you found out he’d been unfaithful, dishonest and manipulative. But what’s even worse then being a cheater?

Dorm room: Frat!e series. Written with @persistence-ofmemories

Love me love me not: Bestfriend Grayson loves you. He loves you possibly more than he loves himself ~ but he’s an idiot. A jerk who can’t seem to get it right.

Forget me not: for a pair of best friends, you and Ethan are as close as they come. Practically dating some would say ~ only some don’t know boundaries. And some don’t know how to express their feelings.

Tramposo: when Ethan asked you for a threesome, the last thing you thought you would get was heartbreak.

Enterprise: after taking over her father’s enterprise Y/n is faced with the ever looming factor that she is undeniably a walking target. Rival Mob leader Grayson Dolan might just be her only chance in making her mark in the dangerous city of Fitzroy. 

Extremely wicked & shockingly evil: Y/n finds herself in a situation that causes her to consider she may have had a lapse in judgment when her supposed ‘soulmate’ has a moment of madness while driving. (Discontinued for now)

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Wicked Game

pairing: frat!Tom Holland x Reader

chapter one: somebody like you

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“Strippers here!” Harry Holland, co chair of the Delta Nu fraternity house shouted over his shoulder when he opened the door. Behind him, a party was in full swing, making your throat go dry.

“Hilarious. Where’s Harrison?” Your roommate, Peyton, asked as she linked her arm through hers.

“Last I saw him he was carrying kegs to the kitchen.” Harry shrugged.

“Thanks. Move.” Peyton slipped her hand into yours and pushed past Harry. You held on tightly to her hand as she pulled you through the house. Frat parties at your college were known to be over the top, especially at Delta Nu. You normally wouldn’t be caught dead at a party, but Peyton practically dragged you away from your desk and forced you to come.

“There he is.” She spotted Harrison. “Come on.”

“Wow. Nice of you to finally show up.” Harrison said as you and Peyton walked up to him.

“Yeah well it took me a minute to get this one out of the dorm.” Peyton said without ever dropping your hand.

“Who’s this?“ Harrison nodded towards you.

“Are you kidding?” Peyton asked him.

“Dude, we’ve met like 6 times.” You said.

“We have?” Harrison looked you up and down as he scratched his head.

“This is Y/n. My roommate.” Peyton stated like it was obvious. “I swear, you don’t listen to a word I say.”

“I’m the one you’re always kicking out so you two can do that whatever is it that you do.” You reminded him.

“Ohhhh. I do know you.” Harrison remembered. “Sorry, I’ve just never seen you not hunched over a desk.”

Wow. Just how every girl wants to be described. Hunched.” You smiled tightly and gave Peyton a look.

“This is a woman in STEM.” Peyton said as she put her hands on your shoulders. “She does not hunch. She slouches.”

“She also doesn’t want to be here.” You chimed in. “Can I please go?”

“Come on. Live a little. We don’t let just anybody into this party.” Harrison said as he handed you and Peyton a red solo cup.

“I can see that. Lot of white guys in here.” You noted as you looked around.

“That’s not true.” Harrison scoffed and looked around. Harrison realized you were right and his smile fell.

“Oh shit. Sam! Get over here. Its happening again!” He called and ran off to find Sam.

“Can I go now? You found Harrison. I don’t need to be here.” You said to Peyton once you were alone again.

“Why? So you can go back to the room and study? It’s Friday night. You have been studying your ass off all week. You should stay and have some fun.” Peyton smiled encouragingly as she played with the ends of your hair.

“I have a calculus midterm on Monday and a lab due tomorrow night.” You whined. “I can’t be wasting time here. Plus, I can see like 12 health code violations in this room alone.”

“I know. We can’t have fairy lights because it’s a “safety hazard” but frat houses can have literal weapons hanging on the walls?” She rolled her eyes and nodded towards the swords mounted on the wall beside you.

“I’m back. Did you miss me?” Harrison asked as he slung an arm around Peyton.

“I did.” Peyton smiled at him.

“I didn’t.” You mumbled.

“You’re in luck Y/n. I brought a friend with me.” Harrison told you as he pushed a boy forward. The boy had a backwards cap on and smirk on your face, the kind that immediately made you roll your eyes.

“Hey. I’m Tom.” He nodded at you as he unapologetically checked you out.

“And I’m gonna head out. Thanks for the drinks.” You smiled tightly and handed your cup back to Harrison. As you were walking towards the door, you felt your phone buzz. You pulled it out and found a text from Peyton.

“Please don’t go! I’m not gonna stay long and I really don’t want to walk back to our dorm alone :((((((“ She had sent you. You let out a sigh and stopped walking. You didn’t want to stay at the party, but you couldn’t let her walk home alone.

“I’ll be downstairs. don’t get pregnant!!!!” You texted.

“I won’t!!!!!” She sent back. A few seconds later, she texted you again.

“I might!!!!” It read, making you laugh. You walked back into the house and found a somewhat quiet hallway. You pushed your way past a few people making out and nestled into a corner. You pulled your dress down to make it longer, which just made it lower up top. Party clothes made you deeply uncomfortable so you covered yourself with your arms and pulled out your phone.

“Could you look anymore miserable?” Tom asked as he leaned his arm up on the wall beside you.

“Don’t bother.” You said without looking up from your phone.

“Don’t bother with what?” Tom played dumb as he looked you up and down.

“With me. It’s not gonna happen.”

“What’s not gonna happen?” He continued to play dumb as he leaned in a little closer. You gave him a look before stepping away from him.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize you’re as dumb as you look. I mean just because our roommates are off somewhere getting hepatitis c, it doesn’t mean you and I are gonna hook up.” You said as you went back to your phone.

“Who said I wanted to hook up with you?” Tom shrugged. “You’re kinda mean and kinda hurt my feelings just now.”

“Isn’t that how this thing works?” You asked him. “She brings a friend, me, to keep his friend, you, busy while they sneak off to do god knows what in this hell house?”

“For your information, love, this is a highly respected establishment.” Tom stated. “You are standing in the universities longest running and most awarded fraternity. It is not a hell house.”

As soon as Tom finished his sentence, a light fell down from the ceiling. A group of girls ran by you, the one in the middle puking on the ground. A boy started sliding down the banister and fell off halfway, landing on the ground with a hard thud.

“That almost never happens.” He told you, making you laugh. You decided to let your guard down just a little and look up at him.

“Okay. Sorry I was so rude. I just assumed you were an asshole.” You admitted.

“Aw. You did? You thought that about little old me?” He smiled and held his hand over his heart. You laughed a little as another guy in a frat shirt came up to the two of you.

“Tom we need more kegs out-“

Tom shoved him away by his face before leaning on the wall beside you.

“So do you have a name?” He smiled. “Or should I just call you rude goth girl crashing my party.”

“I’m Y/n. And I’m not goth.”

“I’m sorry. I just assumed you were goth.” Tom held you his hands in defense.

“Why?”

“Because you’re dressed like a witch.” He shrugged, making you let out a shocked laugh.

“Wearing a black dress does not automatically mean I’m dressed like a witch.” You insisted.

“In your opinion.” He said out of the corner of his mouth. His tone was playful, so you smiled a little.

“What was your name again?” You asked him.

“Tom. But my frat brothers call me T-bag.”

“Well since I’m not one of your frat brothers, I’m gonna stick with Tom. Do I want to know why they call you that?”

“No. You do not.” He smiled and shot you a wink.

“I figured.”

“Do you really think I look dumb, by the way? Because I thought turning my hat backwards would show how innovative and creative I am.” He said as he gestured to his hat.

“I don’t know.” You clicked your tongue. “Let me see the logo.“

“No logo. It’s just gray.” He said as he took the hat off to show you.

“Just gray?” You laughed. “Then why wear it?”

“So I can give it to pretty girls to mark my territory.” He smiled as he put the hat on your head.

“Mark your territory? Wow. That’ll do it. That will do it.” You blew out a breath and started to walk away.

“I didn’t mean it like that, love. No.” Tom laughed as he pulled you back towards him by the hand.

“You were doing so well too.” You told him. “Like shocking well. Then you said that.”

“I meant so that my brothers don’t flirt with the girl I’m respectfully trying to court.” Tom explained himself.

“Ohhh. You’re trying to court me?” You played along. “I thought you were trying to fuck. Damn. I have to go.”

“Don’t go, pretty girl.” He whined. “I haven’t even used all my best tricks yet.”

“I can tell. That hat thing was super cringy.”

“You’re funny. For a witch, I mean.” He said, making you look down at your phone as you laughed.

“What are you doing anyway?” Tom asked as he looked over your shoulder to see what you were doing on your phone.

“Are you serious? You’re just playing with your settings?” He laughed at you when he saw what you were doing.

“Shut up.” You laughed in embarrassment. “I don’t like parties.”

“Oh. Is it because you’re quirky and different and not like other girls?”

“Dude. Did you even look at my shoes?”

“Oh! Sneakers and a dress. How did I miss that?” Tom asked as he looked down at your choice of footwear. Peyton forced you into one of her dresses, but she could not force you into heels.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “You must’ve been too busy chugging beer through your butt or whatever it is you frat boys do.”

“You got it.” Tom nodded. “We chug beer through our butts. Like literally all the time.”

You laughed at him again and this time, put your phone away to give him your full attention. Tom noticed the way your body language went from tense to relaxed, so he felt like he was doing was working.

“So let me see if I can get this.” He began. “Standing off by herself at a a party, was dragged here by her more outgoing roomate, and showed up in converse and a dress that she was probably forced into wearing. Is it you? Are you the manic pixie dream girl who is about to change the directory of my life?”

“I don’t know. I’m not really looking to make any friends. I hate this town. I hate everyone in it. Each person is faker than the next. Nobody cares about art anymore. It’s like they’re all just zombies waiting to do what the man tells them next.” You played along as you mashed together every cliche thing you’d ever heard a female character say.

“Wow.” Tom smiled in amazement. “That was so accurate. I’m genuinely impressed.”

“I watch a lot of movies.” You smiled shyly at his compliment.

“I could tell. You missed the part where her parents want her to be their perfect little princess, though.”

“But that’s not her.” You added to his description.

“Nope.” He shook his head. “She’s different. She listens to rock music and grunge bands. Shes and outcast who just wants to see the world.”

“She wants to experience new things and new people.” You continued.

“But she’s never going to do that. Because her main purpose is to propel the boy in the right direction.”

“Her ambitions are just decorations.” You shrugged.

“But-“ Tom began and pointed his finger at you to finish his sentence.

“She’s the coolest girl you’ve ever met.” You said in unison. You both laughed as you mumbled “jinx” and shyly looked down at the ground. He was the last person you’d ever expect to be talking to you at this party. Even more surprising was the fact that he was the funniest guy you’d ever spoken to on campus.

“To be honest with you, I’m kinda surprised you knew what a manic pixie dream girl was.” You told him.

“I watch movies when I’m not not drinking alcohol through my butt.” He shrugged.

“Like rom coms?”

“Hell yeah.” He scoffed. “I love rom coms. Especially anything with Katherine Heigl or Sandra Bullock.”

“I love them too.” You laughed shyly. “Especially Sandra. I’ve seen The Proposal like a thousand times.”

“My personal favorite is Miss Congeniality. But The Proposal is a close second. I’m a big Ryan Reynolds guy.”

“I didn’t peg you for a rom com guy.“ You said as you leaned against the wall.

“Who said anything about pegging?” Tom scoffed. “At least buy me dinner first.”

You laughed at his joke, no matter how dumb it was, as you rolled your eyes to the ceiling. You laughing made him laugh and he was beginning to grow awfully fond of your smile.

“Okay.” You decided once your laughter died down.

“Okay what?”

“I like talking to you. Let me buy you dinner.” You shrugged.

“No. I’m not doing that.” Tom shook his head, making your smile fall.

“A gentleman always pays on the first date.” He continued. “Plus, my fraternity gets unlimited meal swipes.”

“That’s so elitist.” You bit your bottom lip as he propped his arm up on the wall beside you.

“I know.” He smiled as he started to lean in. Just as you were leaning in, Peyton returned to your side.

“There you are. I’ve been looking all over. I won’t torture you anymore. We can go.” She told you, making your smile fall a little.

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.” You nodded and gave Tom an apologetic look.

“Oh. Hi Tom.” Peyton smirked when she realized who you were talking to.

“Hi Peyton.” Tom waved. “How is he?”

“Knocked out right after as usual.” Peyton sighed. “Are you ready to go?“

“Actually, I think I’m gonna stay.” You said as you leaned back against the wall and nodded towards Tom. Peyton bit back a smile and you gave her a look that told her to chill out.

“Okay. I’ll stick around too then. But you’re still texting me every hour with updates.” She told you as she cupped your face in her hands.

“I know the rules.” You rolled your eyes. Peyton pulled you into a hug so she would whisper in your ear.

“Don’t let him take you to a secondary location. More importantly, have fun. And don’t get pregnant.” She whispered, but Tom heard and snorted.

“Please? Just this once?“ You sarcastically begged her.

“I’d make a hell of a dad.” Tom said as he slung an arm around you.

“All right.” Peyton smiled. “Have fun you two.”

“We will.” You rolled your eyes again but appreciated her protection over you.

“I’ll take care of her.” Tom said. “I promise.”

Peyton gave you one last look before leaving you with Tom. You watched her as she disappeared back into the party and felt your heart speed up a little bit. You’d never been in this situation before and you were staring to worry that you were in over your head.

“So where were we?” Tom asked as he leaned his arm against the wall.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged with a coy smile.

“Oh, shoot. I can’t remember either.” Tom tapped his chin. “I think we were talking about - op, nope. We were about to kiss. That was definitely it.”

“Hm. I don’t think so. I’m remembering it differently.”

“I’m pretty sure we were about to kiss. Our faces were here, remember?” Tom smiled as he leaned in closer to you. You gasped a little as your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips.

“Well now I’m starting to remember.” You replied, trying to sound more confident then you felt.

“Let me jog your memory then.” Tom whispered in your ear before leaning in the rest of the way. He pressed you up against the wall as he kissed you and suddenly, the party went quiet. You’d never kissed a stranger before so you didn’t know where to put your hands, but Tom knew exactly where to put his. He kept one on your hip and the other on your face as he kissed you. Your could taste the beer on his tongue and smiled a little into the kiss. You slowly gained more confidence and tangled your fingers in his hair, accidentally knocking his hat off.

“Do you want to go to my room?” He asked between kisses.

“Okay.” You smiled nervously. It was a first for you to do something like this, but he made you feel safe for some reason.

“How much have you had to drink?” He asked.

“Nothing, why?”

“I just want to make sure you don’t throw up when I do this.” He smirked a little and pulled away from you.

“Do what?” You wondered. In response, Tom lifted you with ease and threw you over his shoulder.

“Tom!” You laughed in surprise as he carried you up the stairs.

“It’s quicker this way.” He shouted over the music as he made his way to his bedroom. He carried you inside and locked the door behind him before gently placing you on the bed. He was top of you in no time and continued to kiss you. You made out on his unmade bed for a while as his hands explored your body. As the kissing got more heated, you started to get a pit in your stomach. You felt like things were moving a little too fast for you and it was making you nervous.

“Do you mind if we don’t go all the way tonight?“ You pulled away to ask Tom. You looked really nervous to ask, which made Tom confused.

“Do I mind?” He laughed like it was a silly thing to ask. “Of course we don’t have to.”

You sighed in relief as he rolled next to you on the bed. He scooted closer to you and turned his head so he could admire you in the dim lighting of his room.

“Sorry.” You laughed nervously. “I’m really sorry. I’m just not a one night stand kind of person. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”

“Darling, you didn’t lead me on.” Tom assured you. “And you don’t have to explain yourself for not wanting to have sex. We can just lie here and talk if you want.”

“Okay.” You smiled shyly and snuggled into his side. You stayed there in that position and talked for hours until you fell asleep in Tom’s arms. Tom looked at you while you slept and let out a guilty sigh. He had a pit of his own growing in his stomach as he replayed the day in his head.

A few hours earlier

“Did you order the kegs for the party tonight?” Harry asked the group as they sat in the campus courtyard.

“Luke did.” Harrison responded.

“Nice. I can’t believe Luke is graduating this semester. Who’s gonna be the president of the frat once he’s gone?”

“Me, obviously.” Tom chimed in.

“Not so fast, mate.” Harry snorted. “I want to be president too. I have a lot of good ideas that could really shape up the place.”

“Your last “good idea” was to crush up Doritos and snort them.” Sam reminded him.

“And it made an otherwise Tuesday night pretty exciting, did it not?” Harry scoffed.

“I also kinda want to be president.” Harrison spoke up.

“Me too.” Sam added. “I want to take a crack at it. Plus, the president gets the biggest room.”

“I need this for my resume guys.” Tom groaned. “I have literally never been in a single club. This is my only extra curricular.”

“Show of hands, who else wants to be president?” Harrison asked the frat brothers. They all raised their hands as they looked around at each other.

“We don’t have to worry about this now. We’ll just vote when the time comes.” Harry suggested.

“We can’t do a vote if we all want to be president. Everyone would just vote for themselves.” Sam reminded him.

“Then I propose we make a bet, boys.” Harrison spoke up. “You want to be president, you need to have what it takes. You need to be charming. You need people skills. You have to do the impossible.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?” Tom asked.

“Like this.” Harrison smirked. “The first person to get a girl to fall in love with them by the end of the semester gets to be president next year.”

“That’s easy.” Harry scoffed. “I already have like 3 chicks in love with me.”

“Not so fast.” Harrison held up a hand. “We get to pick each other’s girl. You have to seduce her in anyway you can and if you can get her to tell you that she loves you, you get to be president.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, gentlemen. I got this in the bag.” Tom told the table of his frat brothers with a smug grin.

“I wouldn’t be so confident, T-Bag. Because I’ve already picked a girl for you.” Harrison smirked and clapped Tom on the back.

“I don’t care.” Tom shrugged. “Pick any girl. I’ll have her eating out of the palm of my hand by the end of the day. I don’t need a whole semester.

“Okay. Her.” Harrison pointed to you across the courtyard with a shit eating grin.

“Her?” Tom sat up in his seat to get a better look at you. You were sitting alone at a table with a pencil behind your ear and multiple notebooks laid out in front of you as you typed away at something on your laptop.

“What’s the matter?” Harrison asked. “You don’t think you can pull her?”

“Of course I can.” Tom scoffed unconvincingly. “I’ve just never seen her before. I don’t even know if she goes here.”

“She definitely goes here. I always see her talking to the schools president. She has like the highest GPA in the state.” Sam told the group, making Tom grow a little nervous.

“Then she is way too smart to go for Tom.” Harry snickered.

“Shut up.” Tom shoved his brother. “I could get her to fall in love with me. Easily.”

“Yeah?” Harrison raised an eyebrow. “How?”

“Look at her. Sitting by herself in a mountain of homework, eating -what is that? Carrots and ranch? What is she a freaking Guinea pig? She’s a total loser. All I have to do is show her the slightest bit of attention and she’ll be begging on her knees to date me.” Tom shrugged as he folded his arms. He wasn’t as confident as he sounded and hoped his frat brothers wouldn’t pick up on that.

“Damn, T-Bag.” Harrison laughed. “Already picturing her on her knees?”

“Shut up. Trust me, I got this. All I have to do is sleep with her. She’ll be telling me she loves me before can even get my pants back on.” Tom replied as he held out his hands. His brothers high fived him on either hand for his objectification of a woman.

“What makes you so sure?” Harrison wondered.

“Because lonely girls like that will tell anybody that they love them just in case they say it back. And that’s the loneliest girl I’ve ever seen.” Tom said as he pointed to you. “Trust me, by this time next semester, you guys will be singing “hail to the chief” every time you see me.”

A few hours later

“Could you look anymore miserable?” Tom asked as he leaned his arm up on the wall beside you.

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things you said || stiles stilinski

This series will be an assortment of drabbles coming from this masterlist of prompts. I read through these prompts and was immediately provoked by many ideas for each one. I decided to just make a series instead! Hope you like it!

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A compilation of the things Stiles said to Y/N througtout their relationship.

Series will include these themes throughout:

swearing

angst

jealousy

smut

fluff

domestic!stiles

stiles singing on multiple occassions

multiple miscarriages

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This is the main list of all of my own writings, centered around Harry Styles

**includes sexual content of some sort

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Laceleaf **

TEMPORARILY ON HOLD

Cassidy James feels lucky to have grown up as Gemma's best friend, but not about knowing the smug and self-centered Harry Styles. Her life is messy enough.

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My Way Back Home

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YN is left to figure out what to do when the love of her life, Harry, does not remember loving her.

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Don't Worry Darling **

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Y/N lands the leading role in 'Don't Worry Darling', opposite Harry Styles, but they just don't seem to have any chemistry at first.

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Even When the Night Changes **

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Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are & OTRA tours.

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Wet, Drip, Dry **

YN takes a spontaneous late-night dip in the lake, something she feels she needs to do to clear her head. But a stranger comes along and gives her something even better.

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il gran finale **

As photography apprentice to Lloyd, you've seen all sides of Harry, but with the look he's giving you after the Reggio Emilia show, you might end up seeing a lot more.

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Getting Yourself Wet For Me **

Harry is out, but you want to play, so the two of you find an alternative way to still get what you want.

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Could We Not?

Harry Styles tries to not let it bother him when things get thrown his way. That is, until his new band member YN is in the line of fire.

Not Another Time (Pt. 2)

Harry Styles is used to things being crazy on tour, but in Rio, he needs to expect the unexpected.

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Winner, Winner, Pasta Dinner

Singer YN wants to work up the nerve to congratulate ex-boyfriend Harry's Grammy wins, but what will she even say? And what will he?

There At The Box (Pt. 2)

Singer YN tries to make it on time to The Brits to support Harry, but things get in the way, and Harry gets weird

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Friendly Favor **

YN's best friend Harry asks for a favor, she knows it'll be difficult, but she loves him too much to say no.

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Not What We Bargained For ** / Part 2**

Coworkers Harry and YN don't get along, so an unexpected work trip and an awkward night only causes more tensions between the two.

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The Kindling From A Kiss

An annual camping trip with friends, and a game of 'truth or dare', could change everything for best friends Harry and YN.

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Should We Just Keep Driving? **

Harry and his girl take a road trip, and the sun on her face isn't the only heating up in the car.

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To Make A Girl Blush **

Harry Styles is performing at the BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge, where y/n works as a studio assistant and he sings a hot cover song.

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One Night Only in New York

Y/N won the contest of a lifetime, leading to an unbelievable experience attending the One Night Only in NY concert with Harry Styles.

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Mediation

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Pouting for Attention

If I Was a Worm

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Finally Free

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1D Water Fight

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Found Some Photos

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CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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My Fave Fics Masterlist

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Series Masterlist

Teen Wolf Rewrite

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