Life had taken a turn for the better ever since my troubled brother was incarcerated for life. However, one day, a sense of unease crept over me and my best friend as we noticed a mysterious figure tailing us through the bustling town. "Ally, who's that man?" my best friend inquired, her voice tinged with concern. I scanned the area nervously, my heart pounding. "We should get out of here," I urged, seizing her arm as we hastily made our way through the crowded streets. Abruptly, I awoke from a disquieting nightmare, my screams ricocheting through the silent house. "Mom, there's a man chasing me in my dreams," I gasped out, my hands trembling. She attempted to soothe me, attributing the tumultuous visions to my overactive imagination. On one occasion, I inadvertently overheard my mom and aunt engaged in a hushed conversation, puzzling over what impending revelation they were deliberating. Eventually, I mustered the courage to confront the enigmatic man who had been shadowing me. "Why have you been following me? Who are you?" I demanded, my voice quivering with trepidation. "I am Aleekie Smith," he disclosed, leaving me dumbfounded. "You're the man from my dream," I whispered, the pieces falling into place. The drama unfolded further as I crossed paths with a former boyfriend adamant on asserting control, his aggression escalating to a perilous climax when he brandished a firearm. Feeling ensnared, I made a pivotal decision to extricate myself from the tumult, severing ties with everyone in a dramatic departure. Amidst escalating tension and conflict, an unexpected source of solace materialized in the form of my father, ushering the narrative into an unforeseen trajectory. To uncover the compelling trajectory of events that ensued, I urge you to continue reading. This is merely the entrancing prologue of the gripping saga that awaits. Don't forget to vote and comment!

A serial killer and a Hero. Playing a game of cat and mouse while wreaking havoc. Which will outsmart the other? What will be revealed as they get closer and learn more about each other? "Reality is whatever I want." "We'll see." This story uses Marvel's idea of infinity stones, but they're more prevalent. Everyone has at least one. I have an external link at the bottom of most of the chapters that leads to a Google Doc that explains the world. Please let me know if it works. Since Wattpad has an age of consent in their guidelines, I will have the explicit scenes on AO3 and not on here. If scenes like that make you uncomfortable, this will be the version without any of that. If you're curious, I don't use any of the more graphic words, this kind of thing makes me a bit uncomfortable so I wrote it in a way that didn't make me feel weird. Either way, you read whichever version you like. The Wattpad version will allude to some of those scenes however because some are quite important. I'll probably put an announcement or something at the start to let you know.

!!! IT'S NOT STARKER !!! !!! IT'S COMPLETE AND REVIEWED !!! Tony Stark and Steve Rogers adopt the amazing and sweet Peter Parker, who has lost all his loved ones. This story will unfold their adventure in building a family of their own after traumatic events. But they will never give up on their son. // This is just my way to cope and externalize things that have happened to me in the past. I'm so sorry if this offends anyone, it wasn't my intention. \\ // This story has characters that belong in the LGBTQIA+ community, if this bothers you, don't bother other people's freedom \\ // This story does not follow the timeline nor the history line of the Marvel Cinematic Universe \\ // This story does not contain spoilers from any MCU movie \\ // None of the characters above are from my creation, except for Ginny, and I recognize the copyright law \\ // There are chapters that address topics such as: .sexual abuse; .suicide; .self harm; .trauma; .depression; .self hatred; .panic attacks If any of these topics can be a trigger to you or make you distressed, it's preferable that you don't read them. In case you need help, please, don't suffer alone, you're stronger than you think and you are very loved! Stay strong \\ 💞RANKINGS: 🧸 no plagiarism, please; 🧸 don't forget to vote in case you liked it; 🧸 follow me; 🧸 delude yourself with no moderation Thank you so much for reading, xo xo 💜✨

They had both been dealt enough tragedy in their short teenaged lives, more than anyone should ever have to endure. Will two self destructive teens coming together do more harm than good? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I don't know what came over me. The poor guy just asked if he could help and I went all 'crazy psycho bitch' on his ass. I couldn't breath. I needed water. I needed air. Fuck why was is it so hot in here. Was it the fact that the moment his hand left my skin I felt an unbearable need to feel his touch again or was it hearing him ask if I needed help that made me feel helpless and broken once again. I didn't know what it was but I felt like I was suffocating, like the jersey I was wearing was strangling every ounce of oxygen from body. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * This story had been reviewed recently. There are now added scenes and further edits - 2024 *

"What do we have here?" He said as he crouched down to my level. "Why are you running from l'manburg? Are you a citizen there?" He asked as I stared into the eye holes of his mask. "Who. Are. You." He stated, a little more impatient than before. "I don't know." In which a young twenty year old girl finds herself with no memory of her life and a stranger with a green hoodie and a white smiling mask helps her find her way. There will be no smut, only slight fluff. Also there is swearing and violence so don't read if that makes you uncomfortable. The cover art is mine, but all the other art in the book is from various places like tiktok and Instagram. I'm going to try to make the story as close to what happens on the smp as possible, but for plot purposes there may be some gaps. 11/23/2022: #2 - dreamwastakenxoc 3/22/2023: #4 - dreamsmpwar 5/15/2022: #1 - jschlatt 10/3/2022: #1 - tommyinit 10/20/2022: #1 - lmanburg Started: 1/19/2022 Ended: 8/5/2024

Has this ever happened? Thinking you live your life happily. Having everything, nothing missing but still too many things you haven't found out yet? Well that did happen to Alexa Marshall. Living her life a quarter mile at a time , with her friends and family and then once she visits another city, everything changes. How will she react to the news that will change every choice she has made in her life? Will she tell them everything about her life filled with "no" danger or she will run away from awkward moments like she always does? This story is mixed. I mean they have mixed facts. I don't follow the movies, the series or their timeline. I don't own any characters. All credits go to their creators. I only own Alexa and her story. !WARNING! : THIS BOOK CONTAINS PARTS WITH VIOLANCE, ABUSE AND SELF-HARM. (there's not much but still) YOU READ IT WITH YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. [Fast and Furious x Chicago Fire fanfiction]

Cue the "Underground" TikTok audio from Cody Fry. Imagine this: You're Nat's sister and go with her and Clint to Vormir. You learn that a sacrifice has to be made in order to retrieve the Soul Stone. "Whatever it takes..." you whisper. Clint and Nat start fighting. As they fight, you run towards the edge. You jump. You hear Nat and Clint's screams as it feels like you're falling in slow motion. Everything goes black as you hit the ground. You wake up and see a hand outstretched towards you. You look up and see Pietro standing there, a smile on his face. You're home. But... before we can get there, we must start at the beginning. To be honest, I thought my fic writing phase was over. I grieved Natasha, I said hello to Yelena, I checked in on Wanda. But the user @imagineshots on TikTok provided me with an idea that was just too good to turn down. The wheels began turning, the writing juices flowed, and this fic was born. (I must note: I physically cannot bring myself to write "y/n" fics. The "you" in this has a name, she's a person, but I distinctly left out physical descriptors. Also, chapter art by Matt Ferguson)

This is simply a collection of first chapters of Fan-Fiction that I am in the process of writing. It will be updated when I continue writing new material. It is just a forum for storing my current projects. People are welcome to recommend which pieces would be best continued first though writer's block is a real pain at the moment so don't expect miracles. As all fan-fiction I do not own any of the original concepts only the new storylines. Warning: As first chapters there should be no explicit material but swearing is something that happens in some of my stories, be warned.

It's almost funny. How grief sneaks up on you. One second, you're fine; you're coping well and then it hits you like a bullet, tearing right through your heart, almost killing you on the spot. Grief is a monster that lies dormant in the darkest quarters of your mind, growing stronger and stronger until you can't fight anymore. Until you can't breathe. Peter was fractured. The monster having grown too big, and without any support left to hold him up, the world of drugs dug its claws into him. And it was slowly killing him, like a sickly sweet poison that dulled the pain while quietly feeding on his soul. He was powerless to stop it. He was too tired to stop it. Tony was doing pretty good. Aside from having died, he was doing pretty good. Resurrected from the dead, check. Thanos dead, check. Wife and daughter thriving, check. He'd never expected to get his life back, that was for sure. He was thankful for the second chance. Unfortunately, Tony was quick to discover that the kid had all but lost his own life. It felt like a knife slowly twisting into his chest every time he saw the kid: in agony. Now Tony wasn't exactly the poster-child for a good emotional support figure, but he wasn't about to sit back and let this continue. No matter how hard the kid fought him, no matter how much resistance he was met with, Tony would help the kid. Still, he couldn't help the fear that laced his blood. Tony couldn't help but question whether he would be able to save Peter from the weight of grief. **NO Starker** Triggers Warnings: Substance Use/Abuse Depressive and/or Suicidal Thoughts/Mentions Rape Threats/Mentions Descriptive Blood/Minimal Gore Some Self-Harm Coarse Language Mental Illness (various) This is a heavier story, so please don't read if you're not comfortable with any of the above triggers. Stay safe! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it! Fanfiction Story by Kale_Kabbage Most characters, and prequel themes are owned by Marvel®

What's an obsession if not caring for someone very deeply? Deeper than other people are able to grasp. Magic can't get you everything but it can surely help you achieve your goal. So why not use that magic to get the woman you want in your life? Will it go as hoped or will more magic have to be used ? AU with Wanda x femreader This story is co-written by me and @TroubleInSayno. It's the first time we ever wrote something together, so we hope you enjoy it. This is portraying a toxic relationship. It's not about romantacizing anything, it's just for entertainment. 18+