Will nunca pudo huir del mundo al revés. Vecna lo atrapó con un propósito y una promesa. "Te vas a quedar aquí, William. No huiras, cuidarás a los niños por mí, y yo no le haré daño a ninguno de los que amas." En la mente de Henry, adoptaron una rutina familiar donde Henry es el equivalente a un padre severo, absoluto y proveedor; y Will una madre amorosa, sumisa y el único escudo entre la inocencia de los niños y la crueldad de su captor. Era un sacrificio y un riesgo, pero en la intimidad forzada de esa casa maldita, surgió la única variable que Henry no calculó y que Will no pudo evitar: enamorarse. ••• - Henry x Will. - Universo de Stranger Things. - Si no les gusta el shipp, no leer.

[AU] Steve is given an offer. He gets his Bucky back, who was taken again by Hydra. In exchange for Tony Stark. Without thinking of other solutions, he accepts.

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®

this is my first story about Spencer Reids drug addiction TW: Drugs, Withdraws, Depression, Suicide, Nightmares, PTSD i do not own the rights for any characters , or official names. But i do own the storyline.

Spencer Reid values his mind; with an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and the ability to read twenty thousand words per minute, who wouldn't? But when he is struck with amnesia and loses all of his memories (thanks to a sadistic man with a weird fascination with Reid), Spencer is plunged into a world of confusion, anger, and self-pity, leaving him to wonder, "Who am I?" *This is a Criminal Minds fan fiction! Therefore the rating is PG because the show deals with serial killers and contains violence, murder, and some crude language*

Spencer Reid, a 22 year old male who has been missing for 6 years, presumed dead is found alive, all thanks to an FBI agent who never gave up hope and continued the search for Spencer even when it was closed. Unfortunately Spencer is traumatized after years of being locked up and beaten and trusts absolutely no one. Can Derek help Spencer trust again?

Stiles threw his hands up in frustration. "Why can't you just let me be?" It knew that there was more to that question. They won. Why couldn't It go away? Why? Stiles wrecked his mind with these questions, ever since he had first saw It after the whole stabbing incident. And yet, Nogitsune refused to leave. The fox's smile turned somewhat sad, almost as if It was pitying him. "Because Stiles, this is all in your mind." *** You can also check this story out on Archive of Our Own Not beta'd yet :) English is not my first language, but I try my best :)

⚠️⚠️ triggers self harm, r*pe, suicide ⚠️⚠️ This book is a venting book everything in this book is thangs that have happened to me irl (-the drugs) the names and people are different but you get the point. (Reid) is me (hotch) is a special person to me and (Sam) is a bad person in my life. I try to make the book the best I can but it can be hard at times. I hope this doesn't trigger anyone and if it dose I'm sorry.

"Kid you don't have to do this." I spin my head around, all the Avengers are behind me. It's like a photo... a perfect photo. Their stances match perfectly with the view and the sky. The golden hour light spills over the rooftop like a toppled glass of orange juice. "Friday told me where you are, your heart-rate. Peter, we can help." "No." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The story without the happy ending. TW: Suicide attempt Suicide Self-Harm Depression Anxiety Self hate. Begin the story at what Peter believed was the end of his life, and end it at what actually was. Playlist - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/20XExUeeR3ibOk9JwznFvA?si=2vbFglf7Sw-sH-mM5IyNzg ☹︎☻︎ All characters belong to Marvel Studios, I don't own any characters.