mayor pete fanfiction

Marcus was a thirty-four-year-old hedge fund analyst who died of a heart attack at his desk, only to wake up as Skinny Pete six months before the events of the Breaking Bad pilot. Trapped in a malnourished body screaming for a fix, Marcus discovers he has a supernatural edge: the ability to summon an infinite supply of NZT-48, a cognitive enhancement pill that turns his mind into a biological supercomputer. While navigating the dangerous streets of Albuquerque, his new "Lucky Survivor" ability—a subconscious probability field—begins nudging reality in his favor, allowing him to survive brutal ambushes and avoid police stings by pure "luck". Desperate to escape the shadow of the Heisenberg era, Marcus travels to Tijuana for reconstructive surgery to shed Pete's identity forever and become the legally real Marcus Webb. As he builds a sophisticated information-trading network, he must decide if he will use his Wall Street skills to prevent Jesse Pinkman’s spiral or simply disappear before the blue meth hits the market.

We're Not Meant For Each Other - Are We?

Akiyama Ren abrió los ojos en ese mundo sin ninguna bienvenida. Sin destino. Sin poderes. Sin diosa amable explicándole las reglas. Solo el frío de una ciudad desconocida, hambre real, y la certeza inmediata de que nadie lo esperaba. Era un extranjero en un país que no era el suyo, dentro de un mundo que tampoco era el suyo, donde las únicas cosas que movían dinero de verdad eran las carreras de Uma Musume. Criaturas extraordinarias que podían partir el asfalto con los pies descalzos y llenar estadios enteros solo con aparecer. Y él no era entrenador. No era atleta. No era nadie. Sobrevivió como pudo. Trabajos nocturnos. Entregas de cosas que era mejor no preguntar. Favores para personas que sonreían demasiado tranquilas mientras rompían huesos ajenos. Al principio se dijo que era temporal. Que solo necesitaba estabilizarse. Que seguía siendo buena persona en el fondo. Pero el dinero tiene una manera muy particular de comerle la conciencia a alguien que lleva demasiado tiempo con hambre. Y Ren tenía una memoria perfecta, una mente fría y el conocimiento del futuro de varias Uma que algún día valdrían fortunas. Era demasiado fácil no usarlo. Así que empezó a usarlo. Identidades falsas. Manipulación de entrenadores. Contratos turbios con patrocinadores. Siempre un paso por delante. Siempre con una salida preparada. Siempre con esa sonrisa torcida que no llegaba a los ojos. El problema fue que las personas insistieron en acercarse de todas formas. Como polillas que no reconocen el fuego hasta que ya es tarde. —Quiero seguir corriendo a tu lado. Oguri Cap lo dijo con esa calma suya que nunca sabías si era sabiduría o simplemente que no entendía el peligro. —¿Por qué siempre desapareces cuando más te necesito, idiota? Tamamo Cross lo gruñó mirando hacia otro lado, como si esconder la cara pudiera esconder también lo que le quebraba por dentro. —Tu mente es genuinamente fascinante, conejillo de indias kun. Creo que me enamoré un poco de ella sin darme cuenta. Agnes Tachyon lo confesó entre papeles y experimentos con esa sonrisa peligrosa de quien juega con fuego porque le interesa más la llama que sobrevivir. —Aunque todos hablen mal de ti… yo todavía quiero creer en la persona que conocí. Mejiro McQueen apretó sus propias manos con cuidado, como si sostuviera algo que sabía que ya se estaba rompiendo. Ren las escuchó a todas. Las vio acercarse. Y no las detuvo. Porque había algo que hacía mucho tiempo había dejado de fingir ante sí mismo: las personas que se quedaban cerca de él terminaban pagando por eso. No siempre de forma dramática. A veces solo con tiempo perdido. Con afecto mal invertido. Con la imagen rota de alguien en quien creyeron. Cuando finalmente todo colapsó y los periódicos imprimieron su fotografía junto a palabras como fraude, manipulación y abuso, Ren ya estaba en otro lugar. Nueva identidad. Nueva ciudad. La misma copa de vino. Y a las personas que le preguntaron, en los pocos momentos en que fue honesto, les dijo lo único verdadero que tenía para ofrecer: —Lamentablemente… solo quería divertirme un rato.

Perfect for anyone who has ever hit snooze on their dreams, Someday, Maybe is an honest reminder that even the most delayed aspirations are still worth pursuing. After all, tomorrow is only a day away.

Don't judge a book by its cover. ​At Katagiri High School, Kyoko Hori is the ultimate girl-next-door: beautiful, popular, and academically brilliant. But behind closed doors, she’s a down-to-earth homebody who juggles housework and taking care of her little brother while her parents work long hours. She does everything she can to keep this domestic life a secret from her classmates. ​Enter Izumi Miyamura. At school, he is perceived as a gloomy, distant, and nerdy otaku type. But outside of school walls, Miyamura is a completely different person—sporting nine hidden piercings, a collection of tattoos, and a surprisingly gentle, punk-ish charm. ​A chance encounter outside of school forces both Hori and Miyamura to accidentally discover each other's hidden sides. Expecting the worst, they instead find a comfortable haven in their shared secrets. As they spend more time together in the comfort of Hori's home, their unlikely bond deepens, sparking a sweet, heartwarming romance that forces them to step out of their comfort zones and learn what it truly means to be known and loved for who you are.

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Reincarnating into Peter Parker and Spider-Man isn't what it's all cracked up to be... Would the Mc have what it takes to wear the symbol and the mask. You would just have to read and find out ... My Mc is a heroic type, killing isn't going to be what goes through his mind when he's Spider-Man, sorry for those that want an edgy and dark Spider-Man but mine doesn't have that boner... This is an Algamation of different Spider-Man stories and making it into one big universe, so some dates won't match with what you know... anyways enjoy

Ron only gave three reasons for breaking up with Hermione. She's boring. She's not romantic. She doesn't dress up for him, and that ticks him off. But when Draco, Hermione's newfound friend, comes up with a plan to make Ron jealous, it involves taking three steps, all with extreme measures. A huge party, to prove that Hermione's fun? A romantic proposal when Draco asks Hermione to the Winter Dance? And what will Hermione wear to the ball, in order to prove to Ron that not only does she dress well, but he was wrong to dump her? And what will happen when Draco and Hermione begin to develop feelings for each other? Highest: #1 in dramione!! Read "Make Him Pay" by @_heyitzkat to find out what will happen next! DISCLAIMER: setting and characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!