Marigold Styar has been best friends with Harry Styles since before she can remember. That doesn't mean she doesn't see him as more. As they embark on the new journey of college, and sharing an apartment together in the big city will he finally give in? Will he finally come to terms with what he has with his best friend? Or will he continue to live in his fear of losing their friendship, and his fear of being heart broken by the flirtatious, life of the party Marigold? Their relationship has always been black and white in Harry's eyes because he's positive she doesn't want anything more. For Marigold... Well, it's complicated. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! "Confessing your feelings is the biggest gamble ever played. You'll either get everything you wanted, or lose everything you never wanted to lose." - Rishabh Raj *Story contains mature and explicit content* TW: There is assault, and harassment in this story!

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

COMPLETED!!! "We got the Confidentiality Agreememt in the mail a week before they moved in, Cora and I both signed of course, we crossed the T's, dotted the I's, the whole deal. It's our second time getting one of those bad boys in the mail since moving here to L.A. The neighborhood, not too shabby, I love it here, but there's never any big stars, last time the agreement was for Ashley Tisdale, though my childhood self would have died to know I would be living next door to THE Sharpay Evans, adult me didn't give two fucks. So I signed it, not really caring, knowing it will be the same as last time, just another star, wanting to live their life as normal as they can, if that's even possible, and I'm being forced into signing this agreement so they can live in a pretend world of nice neighbors and make believe for however long they decide to stay. I was wrong about this one though, upon signing this, I didn't know it would be him, Harry Styles moving in, just next door to me, the girl who hasn't stopped posting about One Direction since she started making YouTube videos." WARNING: there will be language and sexual content(:

"They say insanity is trying the same thing but expecting something new" - Anson Seabra. SEQUEL TO STYLIST El kept telling him it was only meant to be for one night. She kept that mentality, or tried to. Harry didn't believe one bit of the front she put up so he fought hard. Right when he had her...he pushed her away. Through heart break and confusion that neither of them expected they found each other again, but can they make it work, or were they truly doomed from the start? EXCERPT: "When someone like me feels pain, or happiness or anything for that matter, I take it and I go with it... I use it as inspiration." He tells me. "So you wrote a song about me?" I ask, feeling my hands fumble as I try not to act as nervous as I feel while waiting for the answer. "The whole album is about you..." he tells me, and I realize he's more nervous than I am. I broke his heart... we broke each other's heart, and now all we can do is pick up the broken pieces... or try to.

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!

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BOOK THREE It was bound to happen. Civil War has sparked within the Avengers. They choose sides-Tony or Steve-and sometimes not the ones they truly believe in. Only one doesn't choose a side. And that is Victoria Stark. She believes in one in particular, but doesn't want to split between the two most important people in her life. Seeing them fight is enraging. But watching some suffer is pure torture. There is no definite winner, nor will there ever be. But there is one thing that is for sure: this is war. **I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS EXCEPT TORI STARK AND MOST DIALOGUE AND DESCRIPTIONS COME FROM THE MARVEL FILM***

"You're very different, Rogers." I said in awe. "Why? Because of my poor health?" He asked. I shook my head, smiling slightly. "You have something these soldiers don't have," I pointed to his chest, "heart." Rogers gazed up into my eyes as I looked into his. I gave him a warm smile, which causes him to smile back, making his blue eyes sparkle at my grey eyes. [ captain america: the first avenger - the avengers ] ranked #205 in fanfiction | august 5, 2016 ranked #34 in steverogers | march 6, 2019

Mira Brooks, known to HYDRA as Specimen 13, has been on the run for most of her life. For the past eight years, she has had a somewhat stable life as a SHIELD agent for Director Fury but all of that is turned upside down when she catches the eye of a certain God of Mischief. While what few friends she has, as well as the Avengers, are convinced that he is rotten to the core, Mira sees him for what he really is. A list soul. Can she turn him back to the road of redemption or will he drag her down with him? What will happen when HYDRA steps in with the intention of reclaiming their lost 'property'? Can Mira really trust Loki with her greatest secret or will he betray her like he has everyone else? This fanfiction was inspired by Jurassic World and will be updated every other Saturday unless I die or something catastophic happens to me I don't own the cover, it belongs to @starstruck3759252

Percy moves in with his long lost uncle, the great Tony Stark, a year after his mom and step-dad's disappearances. How will things play out with Percy's new girl and his new family. Also can he keep his demigod secret with two prying scientists, three spies, a well-meaning veteran, and an Asgardian who knows more than anyone realizes?