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Taken || Dylan o'brien✔ by strangerstime
Taken || Dylan o'brien✔
strangerstime
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❝ She's in love with someone else, Dylan. Give up.❞ [STRANGERSTIME// SOCIAL MEDIA AU// DYLAN O'BRIEN FANFIC]
Only Mine (Peter Parker x Reader)  by iisome1writesii
Only Mine (Peter Parker x Reader)
iisome1writesii
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Y/N Stark has gone through a lot in her 16 years of life. After a lot of convincing she's allowed to attend a public school for the first time! Who will she meet?
Remember When (Tom Holland AU) by h-osterfield
Remember When (Tom Holland AU)
h-osterfield
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Tom Holland used to be your friend. He was your first crush, your first kiss and your first heartbreak when everything started to fall apart. Three years later, the two of you still live next to each other. What happens when he sees you coming home with puffy eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks? Will he continue to act like he hates you or will he try to fix his mistakes?
Wish You Were Here (Spider-man/Peter parker x Reader) by PiperTink13
Wish You Were Here (Spider-man/Peter parker x Reader)
PiperTink13
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Y/N is Tony Starks daughter who grew up in secret for your own protection, not even the Avengers know about you. it just so happens you go to the same school as Peter Parker your best friend/crush. you, Peter, and Ned spend as much time together as possible but soon everything you know and love will change... This fanfic will be following some of the plot of Homcoming but won't be exact and it will eventually difrenchate it's self from the film and the villian will be different. I do not own the spiderman homecoming charters or you.
The Smell Of Nostalgia by x_padme_x
The Smell Of Nostalgia
x_padme_x
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Violetta loved nothing more than her beloved grandmother - an invisible bond had connected them from the day she had seen the light of day. Magical stories of lovers in Paris caught in timeless letters and unbreakable friendships carried into the south of France had shaped her into the person she was today. And as time always did, it had snatched her grandmother away from her when she least expected it. Yet, Violetta wouldn't let her go. She couldn't. Not with all the letters her grandmother had read to her, not with all the letters that she wrote to her loved ones that had remained in France. Not with her soul still breathing and thriving in the alleys made of roses. There were too many secrets to be uncovered, so many ordinary things that would feel magical, and so many old letters that would smell new, filling Violetta with memories of a youth that was never her's. (painting found on tumblr, posted by blushing-bookworm)