Insomniac Stories

AU of Spider-Man PS5 game. <><><><> After the events of Devil's Breath, things were a lot for Peter. Between losing his aunt, and two of his idols ending up in prison, he was having a hard time trying to find guidance. On top of all that, he lost his job and apartment and has to start from scratch all over again. He isn't sure he can do it all, especially without the woman who raised him. But when an accident causes him to spill one of his biggest secrets, it ends up with a friendship he never saw coming. <><><><>

Peter Parker is barely holding it together. At 23, he's a graduate student, teaching assistant, freelance photographer for the Daily Bugle-and for eight years now, the web-slinging vigilante Spider-Man. The relentless demands of his double life have already cost him his relationship with Mary Jane Watson and strained his friendship with Harry Osborn. When the prestigious Hardy Foundation awards a major research grant to his employer, Dr. Curt Connors, Peter is roped into tutoring the foundation CEO's daughter: Felicia Hardy, a sharp-witted and strikingly beautiful freshman at Empire State University. Expecting just another obligation, Peter is unprepared for the spark between them. Felicia sees through his unassuming facade, drawn to both the brilliant tutor and the mysterious hero who keeps crossing her path. But danger is already closing in. Dr. Otto Octavius, Peter's former mentor from his childhood science camp, has reemerged as the terrifying Doctor Octopus, his mind fractured and his body augmented by powerful mechanical arms. Consumed by betrayal and long-buried grudges against the Hardy family, Oscorp Industries, and those who once stood in his way, Octavius unleashes a vengeful plan involving stolen technology, ruthless allies, and a volatile cold fusion weapon that could devastate New York. As tentacles lash out and secrets unravel, Peter must confront his former teacher while protecting everyone he loves-including a woman who just might see the hero beneath the mask. In a tangled web of claws, revenge, and hidden truths, one wrong move could cost Peter everything. Spider-Man: Claws and Webs is written in the spirit of the classic television series, Spider-Man: The Animated Series, with a great deal of inspiration also coming from Marvel's Spider-Man produced by Insomniac Games. With intense action and emotional depth, this high-stakes adventure is full of pulse-pounding battles, tender romance, and Peter Parker's signature wit.

This is a Shinso x Fem Reader! I do not own MHA or BNHA! (Y/N) (L/N) is a fun, optimistic, outgoing 15-year-old girl in class 1-A that enjoys a good challenge when it presents itself. She frequently got into heated arguments with a hot-headed boy, often ending in a teacher having to stop the two of them from physically harming each-other. Then, she met him; a calm, intelligent, seemingly aloof boy with untamed purple hair and a nasty attitude towards those in class 1-A. I'll keep it free of 18+ scenes, because those are unholy. Possible self-harm and abuse. Definitely contains major language.

I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"

In which a girl accidentally calls a guy and what happens next is a series of events that she would not have dreamt of (literally).

I'm depressed

A collection of poetry i have written over the years.. They are not happy poems. Get over it and don't read it if you wont like it.

Tré had just moved to Oakland California and started at a new highschool. He wants to move on with his life and make friends but he can't seem to let go of his old friends/ band mates from back in Germany. Making friends has always been difficult for him but when he meets two kids on accident will they be able to change that?

Highest Ranking: #452 A series of Short poems ranging from anything under the sun. Whatever inspires me, I express it through writing. These poems are reflections of how I felt in various moments of my life.

Poem about insomnia :)

the title I wanted to make one give requests gay! gay gay gay! Yeah imagine dabi and toga are the same age as class 1 A (I dont know how to spell names)

preferably a guy bsf. but that's just me tho. love you, girls 🖤 (or however else you may identify!) ©-astronautisme

I'm at my finest.

another sad little drabble, but it's also comforting in some kind of way.. an open ending, lowercase intented as always, enjoy reading and leave a comment about what you think! for all the insomniacs out there :)

Enter into the world of a teenage insomniac! Truth, fiction, and humor is all revealed in this story!!!

There was a girl and there was a boy. Typical. And there was a storyteller. Now, not so typical. There was shyness there was flirting. Typical. And there were long moments of silence. Now, not so typical. There was a secret crush. Typical. And he was never seen again. Now, not so typical. She wasn't sure. Classic. Let's start at the roots. It started eighteen years ago. From something as innocent as a playdate. I have a vague recollection of mud, spilled orange juice and a thoroughly wrecked dress. There was a boy and there was a girl. Again. Sixteen years ago. There's a faint memory of a shattered vase tufts of hair yanked from our heads and another wrecked dress. There was a boy and there was a girl. Get the gist? ***************************************************************************** She needed someone whose being interrelated with her's on a level which she understood. This is not spiritual. Our spirit is ours alone. Not meant to be shared. It's our notions that are meant to be shared. There used to be someone. His name I shall not reveal. She didn't need someone whom she could be herself with. She's already the best present version of herself. She doesn't need anybody to condone her being. Some of you will regard this as unintelligible I'm sure. Some will even dismiss it as ridiculous. But these are not the people I speak of. I speak of you. I speak of what you think of my musings. And I'm sure you'll let me know. ***************************************************************************

In which Iida makes the terrible mistake of creating a class 1-A group chat. (In this story Y/N is in class 1-A). Reader uses they/them pronouns. Cover art was created by your favorite sleep deprived enby (me) so pls dont steal it. Chapters are short and probably have spelling mistakes bc I don't check them, I just write when I'm bored.