Y/n Conklin and Jeremiah Fisher borderline hate each other. There are constant eye rolls and scoffs when the other one is near. But they learn to put it behind them when it comes to their crushes, Conrad and Belly. How could they get the two lovers to like them? Jealousy? Of course. Fake dating is the way to go, well, fake flinging. But in attempts to catch their crushes hearts... they might just catch one another's eye. "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘥." "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺." 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 ~ . 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 . 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 . 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 ~ 𝘢 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘩 𝘍𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 ~ 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢𝘩 𝘹 𝘠/𝘯 #1 - jeremiah (7/25/22) #1 - jeremiahfisher (8/2/22) #1 - tsitp (8/9/22) #1 - thesummeriturnedpretty (8/18/22)

only keeping up for the memories, THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING (NO LONGER UPDATING: i do not support wilbur soot)

- Started May 4th - REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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]

"before these stupid aliens came, my only problems were ben parish and... well.. ben parish." [EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE] • this is completed my loves, thank y'all for sticking around to the end :)) • highest ranking: 17th in 'nick robinson' 6th in 'ben parish' 3rd in 'the 5th wave'

❝I am a lie hiding behind a shield of words. I am anger, I am fear, but neither can I control.❞ Sometimes the unthinkable happens. When the Earth is attacked by aliens, Scarlet is a survivor. Her family, as well as billions of other people, are dead. She's all alone, afraid, and has lost everything, including her compassion. She's cruel and cold and all she wants is revenge. Until she's taken to Camp Haven and meets Zombie. Suddenly, she's not alone anymore. • • • Story based on the characters and world created by Rick Yancey. All credit goes to him. I only own the main character, Scarlet, as I created her character. There will be mature language so don't read if that offends you. -Ben Parish Fan Fiction- Completed: June 8th, 2020

The wicked will perish. The 5th Wave Fan fiction [extended summary inside]

Y/n is the daughter of one of Larry Murphy's business partners, and went on the yearly ski trip along with her father. Her father was close friends with Larry, too, so they shared a cabin. Y/n grew up best friends with Zoey and Connor because of their fathers friendship, but when Connor started to change, everything was different. - If you're looking for more Connor fanfics, I have written 2 more full books, and a oneshot book! Pls check them out! I would appreciate it! - #1 in ConnorMurphyXReader (5/17/2020) #1 in ConnorMurphy (9/27/2022)

WARNINGS: mental heath issues, cussing.

You were one of the first people to arrive in the piano room - probably because your form room had been so close by. The room was empty when you walked in, so you just made your way to the back of the room, sitting down at one of the pianos near the window. There were no desks in the room besides for the teacher, only keyboards lined up in rows facing the front of the room. You set your books down under the piano, not knowing where else to put them, and sat down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt in your hands as you waited. You would have much preferred for at least the teacher to be in the room - sitting by yourself was not really what you wanted to be doing. You turned your attention to the window in the room, absently watching a couple of songbirds dart in an out of a small shrub while you waited. Hopefully someone else would get here soon and it wouldn't be so stiflingly silent- "Oh. Hello." Your head snapped back to the front of the room to see a boy standing there, hovering awkwardly just inside the door. He was rather short, and his arms wrapped around his books in a hug. You wouldn't have noticed him in the hallway if you had passed him - his height combined with brown hair and brown eyes made him the sort of person that would just blend in to a crowd. He didn't look particularly mean though, so you just tried for a smile. "That's my seat." He said, still hovering by the door.