#chapter 1 or one-shot

[andaniellight]

trust Roronoa Zoro with bounty over 1,111,000,000 to freak the fuck out if the crew got separated away from him AND their godly captain

[zaisamoo]

"within her first few months of life, she was a acting as a partisan."

WHAT DO YOU MEAN. SHES 3 MONTHS OLD GOING TO WAR?????? WAR!!!!!!!!!! ASAGIRI DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF

[captainkirkk]

When I started writing 'lessons in tea making', I set out to make it a longfic that following ATLA Book 2 and 3 in its entirety but now its been almost 5 years and I'm realising that I'm probably never going to get around to finishing this monster of a wip

HOWEVER, I do have around 15k of chapter 2 collecting dust in my google drive so.... what's everyone's opinion on authors uploading (signposted) unfinished chapters....

[disgracefulthings]

Summary:

When Shang Qinghua was reborn into his story, he believed that he would be able to avoid all of the bullshit he had created. Fuck or die pollens? He knows what type of flowers to avoid. Jealous protagonist? He’s not interested in women and stays away from his future wives just in case. Hanahaki disease? Easy, just nip those feelings in the bud before they have time to develop.

Or it would be easy if his crush wasn’t the one person he couldn’t afford to distance himself from.

Did someone say Hanahaki disease AU?

It took me so long to make this, so I hope chapter 2 comes out faster.

It will come out faster, right?

[lemonsprite]

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 || 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐖𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

Summary: Wade discusses his next target his mercenary gig has assigned him, Peter doesn’t quite agree

Word Count:

Warnings: Crude language (Its Deadpool guy c’mon)

A/N: this is based off the comic book series of spider-man/deadpool!!!

“Now webs don’t be mad at me…” Pouted Wade, his feet dangling over the side of the building they were currently sitting on top of. “But I need your help with something…”

“What Wade?” Peter asked, not even looking up from his foil wrapped burrito. He shuddered. “I’m not helping you manscape again.”

“You know how you work for Parker industries?”

Peter chuckled inwardly to himself. ‘Work for Parker Industries’ was certainly a way you could view it. If it wouldn’t completely destroy his secret identity he would’ve told Wade by now he was the CEO and founder, but Peter bit his tongue, knowing it would do more harm than good for the merc to know such knowledge.

“Yeah…?” Peter continued, not liking where this conversation was heading as he took another bite of his dinner, his mask shifting slightly so he could take a bigger chunk of burrito-y goodness.

“Can you help me kill the CEO?”

Peter choked on his burrito, coughing furiously as he attempted to clear his lung of the salsa he just inhaled.

“You want me to kill me- My boss?!” He asked, catching himself before he could prematurely spill the beans on his true identity.

“I knew you’d be mad!” Pouted Wade, dramatically leaning towards Peter. “I know you don’t agree with my thoughts on Peter Parker but I’ve just been given some crazy mad evidence to show you how right I am in my feelings!”

Peter stared at Wade silently, trying to decipher if what he’d heard was all true. ‘Evidence’? What ‘Evidence’? Last Peter checked he hadn’t been up to any devilishly fiendish activities.

“What exactly has…” Peter cleared his throat. “Mr. Parker done?”

Wade revealed a small USB from somewhere inside his suit (Peter didn’t want to think too hard about it) and waved it in front of Peter’s face.

“According to some very reliable sources-“

“Who are those sources Wade?” Asked peter, raising a dubious eyebrow.

“Very reliable.” Tsked Wade, booping Peter on the nose with the USB. “Now be quiet and let me monologue baby boy.”

Deadpool cleared his throat, and gestured to the nearby Parker Industries skyscraper. “according to my sources… Peter Parker’s newest technology- his web ware- has a component to control those who wears it thought’s…”

“Mind control man…” Wade gasped, waving his hands in front of an unamused Peter to get his point across. “Mind controoooolll……..” He whispered.

“So you’re going to kill him because your sources-“

“Very reliable.” Interjected Wade.

“Told you he’s plotting to control the minds of the entire populous of New York?”

“Now are you on my side?” Asked Wade, rolling over on to his stomach and kicking his legs back and forth like a little school girl.

“No Wade.” Deadpanned Peter, crushing the burrito’s foil in his hands and throwing it into a nearby trash can on the buildings roof.

“Peter wouldn’t do something like that…” He added, looking over at his skyscraper, trying to decipher if Wade really had reason to believe Parker Industries would commit such a crime.

Wade scoffed, obviously annoyed that Peter couldn’t see his side of the argument. Why was he being so defensive over his billionaire boss who like all scumbag CEO rich men would toss him aside? Spider-man was only a low level worker at Parker Industries shouldn’t he also rally against his boss like all red-blooded Americans…? Unless he’s already being mind controlled… OMG is spider-man evil right now…

Deadpool glanced over at Spider-man suspiciously, making a mental note to keep a closer eye on him.

Peter sighed, realizing that this argument would go no where like it always did.

“Look Wade, patrols over I’m going home.” Peter said, standing up and pulling his mask back over his face. “Don’t follow me or I’ll websling your foot to your skull.”

Wade watched Peter sling off into the distance, a frown etched onto his face.

Welp if Spidey wouldn’t help him, he’d just have to do it himself… And knowing Parker Industries that might be a tad bit hard.

Wade did his best impression of a cartoon robber, sneakily crawling his way up a large crystalline apartment complex in Brooklyn and using his tippy toes to stealth across the roof.

According to his very reliable resources this was the current home address of one Peter Parker- and if the two katanas and approximately thirty two other small weapons strapped to his body had anything to say- tonight was the night he died.

Using his best form of lock picking (using a muffler on one of his pistols and shooting the door until it opened), Wade made his way inside of the apartment complex, sheathing his pistol and carefully descending the long stair case.

The night was dead silent, a pleasant surprise when living in the big apple.

‘Must come with residing in the fanciest of fucking apartments.’ thought Wade to himself as he continued, avoiding any step that might creek under his weight. ‘Another reason to hate Parker- he was richer than Wade.’

After six whole flights and a good cardio workout, Deadpool was standing in front of the door to Peter Parker’s apartment.

This time he’d be more classy, using some of his high tech tools (courtesy of S.H.I.E.L.D) Wade was able to unlock the doors fifty locks in record time! (An hour spent sitting outside the front door and praying none of his neighbors decided to get a midnight snack from the local connivence store.)

Peter Parker’s apartment was surprisingly messy. Clothes were strewn out in piles and dishes were left in unclean piles dirtying up the sink.

Wade scoffed, if he wasn’t here to kill the guy he might’ve done the fellow a good deed and wiped down his counters.

The door to Parker’s room was left wide open, as well as a nearby window.

Wade kicked himself for not checking the perimeter more closely.

Shedding a quick tear for all the time lost breaking into this joint and with a convenient get away nearby, Deadpool glanced over Parker’s bedroom briefly, noticing the fluffy brown haired demon of a man peacefully sleeping in a messy bed.

Near the night stand laid an unsuspecting duffel bag.

Uh oh- Wade was familiar with this one.

Was it new villainous technology? Money he got from dubious origins? Human remains? Deadpool didn’t know, but he’d be damned if he didn’t find out.

“What we got here Parker…” he whispered aloud to himself as he pried open the duffel bag only for his eyes to land on a little red and blue spandex number he could recognize in his sleep.

“Spidey…?” Gasped Wade, looking confusedly at the suit discarded in the bag.

“Wade…?” came a gruff half asleep voice from behind him.

Deadpool moved on instinct, throwing a small dagger towards the voice without thinking before turning around.

Peter Parker was staring wide eyed at Wade. His body leaning to the left after he dodged the knife Deadpool had thrown.

The man who was now only in boxers Deadpool realized, glanced incredulously at the dagger sticking out of his wall, inches from his head.

Peter looked from Deadpool to the suit in his hands before sighing and shooting a web from his wrist to flick on the light switch, bathing the room in annoying brightness.

“You’re… no…” fumbled Deadpool, a disbelieving laugh pushing past his lips.

“Yeah…” smirked Peter, scratching at the back of my neck.

“But the technology! The evil plans!” Fumbled Wade, trying to tuck the spider suit into his back pocket for later and non erotic reasons. Peter gave him a look and shot another string of web at Wade to pull the suit back towards him.

“That’s why I want to know who your sources are and who’s been using my tech for their own gain.” Frowned Peter, grabbing some nearby sweatpants and pulling them over his boxers (much to wades displeasure).

“Sorry baby boy- can’t get past the fact you’re fucking Peter Parker.” Wade practically shouted.

“Look Wade… can this wait till morning?” Asked Peter, scratching at the stubble on his chin. “It’s four AM and I have to be up at six for a board meeting.”

“Holy Shit! You have board meetings!” Laughed Deadpool, who might’ve gone insane at this point if he wasn’t already.

Peter frowned at him.

“Wade if you let me go back to sleep I’ll let you sleep on my couch and eat my strawberry cream cheese toaster strudels in the morning.”

Like someone had pulled a switch in the enigmatic mind of Deadpool - he gave Peter a cheerful smile and snuck back towards the door.

“Sleep tight baby boy I’ll be here in the morning!” He flourished, kicking his leg in the air in a way that would make a ballet teacher have an aneurysm and flicking off the light switch with his steel toed boot.

With the room bathed once more in darkness, Peter’s tranquility was short lived as Wade pressed a gentle mask covered kiss to his temple and pirouetted out the exit.

Peter knew that come tomorrow, Wade and him would have to have a long chat but for now he was content to go back to sleep.

And for the rest of his days- Peter would ignore the little side of him that wished Wade had done more than a little goodnight kiss.

Chapter two coming soon omg *vine boom sound effects in quick succession of each other*

[chevvy-yates]

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⚠️ READ: Please do not repost/reupload any of my art here or to any other platform, or I will be forced to do anything to get it annihilated.

I gotta add a bit more.

These are taken exclusively for chapter two to support the written texts bc I love the idea to have supporting pics to it.

Some of you may remember back in 2022 (when I practised using amm) I did some merged together Afterlife talk with Ry and Vijay even tho I had no npv of them back then. Its funny how I was immediately reminded of it when taking these shots above because it was in the same space and I used same expression for Ryder like back then. But since then there's been a lot of improvement (thanks to the major game update and me using reshade and being fond of using my tools):

Maybe I'll redo this old set one day bc it is indeed a part of the story just a bit later and only Ry and V.

Also gotta say, it is refreshing for me to take pics in a more cinematic style where my ocs aren't actively posing for the camera but just be like in their daily life and I am the invisible photographer.

[thisisnotkitty]

there's nothing quite like a ship that i've known about for less than 24 hours with two characters who have never interacted and one of the characters being a side character with 5 lines that gets me writing 1.3k in an hour!

[cordeliawhohung]

i'm at 800 words for pet!au already i need to stop before my brain melts

[madeby-meru]

Starting the Collection with a Halloween One-Shot !

I am really into the spooky theme and because I physically CANNOT wait anymore for the halloween event I had to cope in some way u.u

This is obviously focused on my fanon au, fic and OC but i tried to keep it somewhat vague so that it can stand upon itself as a one-shot

[42bakery]

Do u read pedrenzo fics? If yes can you recommend some of them?

Hi there anon 👋👋👋👋 Yeah I do read Pedrenzo fics (and MotoGP in general), but I'm pretty particular on what I read, so what I might recommend you might not be of your taste. I also skip the pure fluff due to personal reason, but ABCs of Winter/Winter warmers is just that, short and sweet

One of my favourites is Love Is Gold. It's a Olympics AU where Dani is an artistic gymnasts and Jorge a triathlon athlete. Their relationship and banter is so on canon with them. I just love it.

Another one is (tell the world) all I wanted to hear. It's a re-written of the 2013 season without Marc on the picture. You can see how Dani and Jorge's relationship developes as they fight for the championship.

In general, any Cave_leporem Pedrenzo fic is amazing for me. I remember vaguely some and I probably need to re-read them again.

Jacket (you need an AO3 account) it's just the silliness mixed with the sex.

Heal My Soul (again you need an account). I don't really remember at the moment all the details, but it left a good taste in my mouth

Safe and sound it's not finished, but I love what it's been posted so far. It really recreates the Pedrenzo rivalry in a non-racing environment. Be aware, there's drug use.

I heard you like bad boys (I'm so bad at this) I need to re-read it, but I just know it's silly and easy and it's just like Dani and Jorge, two idiots in love that can't properly talk

quiero enseñarte lo que te has estado perdiendo in this one Dani ls lost part of his memory (he's stuck in pre-2012(?)) and has to deal with how much his life has changed. This one hurts but I love it

That Fucking Key It's a soulmate AU where your soulmate has the key of your heart. I remember reading it over and over again

We'll be royalty is one of those fics I don't really remember at the moment, but I know it's one of those I love. I think is because they maintained some of Dani and Jorge's rivalry that I love so much.

Baby please come home this one made me cry. Jorge and Dani are married and about to divorce, but then they have to do a Secret Santa and Jorge mess it up completely.

"Hi" this one is just short and silly where Jorge is terrible at flirting and Dani doesn't know what's going on most of the time. This is so on brand with them

There are some authors that I love how they write Pedrenzo, like malu (orphan_account) (I love anything they wrote about MotoGP like that Johann/Enea is amazing) and Zjemciciastko but with this one I go from I love to no due to my aromanticism.

And I think I'm allowed to do this, but I also recommend you It's cool, just my husband's stuff where Dani likes to leave marks of possession on Jorge's neck and It was time which is Jorge just asking Dani to marry him in an unconventional way, just like in the 2012 Catalan press conference. Yes I know I wrote both and I'm proud of them

And those are the ones I remember on the top of my head without re-reading them at the moment, which I might do because you anon made me want and dive into all the Pedrenzo fics

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 01 -> CH 02

"Having any second thoughts about staying in the house of horrors?" "I'm embracing the horrors that make up my life, remember?"

A year ago Jack was being checked into a mental health facility by his best friend. He didn't resist. He felt like he had lost his mind in the process of losing his parents, his childhood dog, his fiancee and the baby she was carrying, along with things that weren't as important like his home in California and his job for the magazine. He had officially lost everything and the only thing that was keeping him tethered to life was Shanda. She refused to let him off himself so the next best thing was to get him help.

Jack had received a few diagnoses during his facilitation. He learned some hard truths as well. His mother had perished in the car accident with his father, the "neighbor" Duncan was actually not real and the people who lived next door were all much older and retired without children.

Once he finally got around to reaching out to Cleo, she threatened him with a restraining order if he ever contacted her again. He knew he deserved that after letting her suffer from a miscarriage alone.

The doctors felt as though the repressed memories of his sexual abuse as a child would eventually resurface. They claimed it to be PTSD triggered by the sudden deaths of his parents. The mental break was classified as a psychotic disorder which made him roll his eyes.

"Oh just that?" He had criticized the doctors at how blase they had been when he explained he tried to murder the ghost of his mother in the place she had died in the car wreck. He knew he was psychotic, he just wanted to make sure he would be able to get cigarettes when they locked him up and threw away the key. However once he got an established therapist, a plethora of medications and a regularly monitored schedule, they felt he was ready to be released.

"Are you sure this is where you want to be? We can get a place here that's not this house or you can move in with Crystal and I?" Shanda had picked Jack up from the facility and he was determined to gut out the memories of his childhood home and start over. There was nothing left in California for him and currently this was the only place he could go that he knew and didn't have to pay for.

"I'll be fine. I'm sure you've already removed the sharp objects so what's the worse thing I could get into?" Jack joked darkly.

"I'm serious. I can stay with you if you want? Crystal will understand." Shanda pressed. Jack hadn't been alone since the day she dropped him at the facility. The idea of leaving him unsupervised in a place with so many horrible memories didn't sit right with her.

"I'm highly medicated and supervised by a licensed therapist almost daily. Fuck, they even have a care worker that stops by at least twice a week to make sure I'm not just sitting around drinking myself to death so I think your bases are covered, Shan." Jack knew the medications had terrible side effects but he can honestly say killing himself hadn't been on his mind in at least 4 months.

Shanda had visited him in the facility once a month and once he leveled out, his therapist had him write apology letters to all those he had hurt. The only person to reply was his old coworker who had sent a "Sorry about you getting fired after you lost your mind" text. Shanda got a letter but she slapped him in the forehead and said "I love you, you stupid fucker." He didn't expect Cleo to respond but he hoped that she was doing alright.

He had abandon all forms of social media during his rehabilitation and had zero desire to fire up any of those accounts now that he was out. There were moments where he wasn't even sure why they agreed to release him but he wanted to at least try and live as normal as possible.

Shanda pulled up to Jack's childhood home which she had made sure to run threw top to bottom almost as if she was child proofing it for Jack's brain to handle. He joked about the sharp objects but she in fact replace the cutlery with plastic ware just to be sure.

"Having any second thoughts about staying in the house of horrors?" Shanda asked pulling him from his thoughts as he stared at the house.

"I'm embracing the horrors that made up my life, remember?" Jack looked from the house towards his best friend. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her into a hug inside of the car and feeling the bone crushing grip she had on him. He knew she was scared. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't either but he had to try. He couldn't live locked up forever.

They got out of the car and walked into the front doors. Things had been cleaned up. The window had been repaired and the floors looked polished.

"Jesus did you stress clean the whole house?" Jack teased tossing his bag on the floor.

"Fuck no, I called a service. I'm not Mary fucking Poppins, bitch." Shanda shook her head. Jack smiled at his friend and gave her a playful shove. He walked through the first floor of the house, into the kitchen and noticed the plastic ware.

"So who do I call when I need a can opener?" Jack tapped the top of some spaghetti-O's with a plastic knife.

"Try Ramen. It's in a package and you can tear it open with your teeth." Shanda had apparently gone grocery shopping too. The pantry as full of snacks and things for him to prepare that require minimal effort.

"Oh so you prefer I die of heart failure from the sodium instead of driving a corkscrew into my neck, I see." Jack tossed the package of Ramen on the counter. Jack's jokes about death or killing himself used to bring humor to their conversations but Shanda found it hard to hear him joke so freely after watching him go through his breakdown.

"Hey, I wouldn't be back here if I didn't think I could handle it. I promise to call you every day. I have my therapist on speed dial and I will talk to one of the neighbors about being my life alert or whatever if that will make you relax." Jack put his hands on Shanda's shoulders and rubbed hoping to ease her anxiety. She threw her arms around him to hug him once again. This time he hugged back with the same force.

"I love you, you stupid bitch. Don't you ever forget it." She said into is hair.

"I love you too, you whore." She had saved his life. It was time he started making something of it again so it would be worth it.

[woodsborostabathon]

have been fighting for my life trying to find this one richie/ethan x reader fic (it was like. an ethan fic but there was a pretty significant sort of kind of fake dating richie subplot) on here that i rbed onto a sideblog on my old acc and saved NOWHERE ELSE apparently bc it was so good but im getting NOTHING 😭

[eqt-95]

follow the buttons

being Supergirl is hard, but you know what no one ever talks about?

answer: the buttons

and poor ole Kara Danvers goes through a lot of them.

just how many you ask? check out chapter 2 of 'follow the buttons' on ao3 to find out! (hint: you don't find out. this is just part of the clickbait) preview below!

- - - ☉ - - - - - ☉ - - - - - ☉ - - -

Soft, bouncy blonde curls tumbled free. Glasses were lost somewhere in the process (pants too), scattered and forgotten. Her pulse pounded in her ears, her breath caught in her throat, her fingers roamed down the lightly starched fabric, slipped between the overlapping edges and…

Froze.

Kara glanced down at her last, untarnished blouse and let out a tiny whimper unbecoming of a half-changed superhero.

“Supergirl, did you hear me?” Alex shouted over the coms. “We need you now. J’onn can’t take this K'hund by himself.”

Kara closed her eyes, took one final tiny, apologetic breath, and pulled. Moments later, the sound of six perfectly matching pale blue buttons ricocheting off the ground echoed in Kara’s ears as she bolted toward National City’s latest crisis.

[sankttealeaf]

life is actually about just reusing withers in game lines because i dont have the energy to learn how to write how he speaks. sorry bud, no new lines for you

[whattheskyknows]

So I went against my better judgement and decided to write my AU where the mastermind breaks into the hangar instead of Maki. Anyway, gonna post the first chapter of it tomorrow :)))

[kvroii]

Poison World, Chapter 18 - When Kori reaches the generator that powers the city's infrastructure, it begins to drain her of her energy, so her brother Soru takes her place. The machine reawakens his old Curian form to drain it too, but if it means Kori can shut down Ares, Soru is willing to accept whatever happens to him from here.