drug use

“Suck it”Jeongguk stared at the man before him. “What?”“Suck the gun”“I can’t-““Suck the gun or your brain will be sucking the bullet” Jeongguk gets kidnapped by the biggest mafia in the country. If he wants to survive, he might as well do whatever he's told, whether he likes it or not.

Nicole lives past overdosing with Emily in Remedial English. It turns out it did more than give her a coma. Before? She dealt with the bullshit of the world with drugs, razors, and apathy. Now? Maybe she can figure out life with friends and family. Fuck, almost dying on a classroom floor really makes a suicidal girl think...

In a moment of blind desperation to one-up Alastor, Vox puts himself in a compromising situation that leaves him worse for wear. His state triggers something in Valentino who decides to change the nature of their relationship.

Wade Winters lives a perfectly happy life as an independent citizen of the Affini Compact. But when his affini friend Dali questions just how independent he really is, the pair agree to a bet: for the next month, whenever he fails to accomplish any part of his daily routine, Dali will start doing it for him. Wade isn't worried, it's not like Dali wants to domesticate him or anything.

Megumi pushed forward through Sukuna’s arm and the alpha let him go. After climbing the steps to the next landing, he paused and looked down. Sukuna was still there, watching him with those hypnotic eyes. “It was nice to see you, Sukuna,” he said flatly, trying to revert to being coldly polite, then continued running up the stairs. “Oh it was nice to see you as well, Megumi.” He heard the voice echo beneath his feet, but set his lips together and continued on. Megumi didn’t present on time, and he was fine with that. It was MUCH easier to be a beta anyway. Now he could just sit back, relax, and breeze through his senior year of high school. However, despite his attempts to remain invisible, he soon catches the eye of his best friend's older brother, Sukuna. Going to be updating tags as I go!

I’m not immune to you, I’ve got it bad. I’m only human, you are something magic. In which you fall into the lap of one of the most powerful men in Hell. For better or for worse, his attention’s on you.

A story I've had in my head for a while now. I grew discoraged when I lost my HDD containing a draft of this story and had a very 'it will never be as good as I had it before' attitude. But here's my second attempt. About a girl who participates in a drug trial for some extra cash and ends up as human cattle for her troubles.

What if the maze scene ended differently. Felix makes a rash decision of taking what he wants from Oliver. But will he be comfortable with going so far with his former friend? How will he lash out as he tries to hide his inner dilemma? Oliver is always willing to be burnt down for Felix. The others in Felix's life? Not so willing. “So, you’re just giving me what I want?” Felix responds, “I’m pretty sure I know what I want. And if you won’t fucking leave me alone, I’ll take it from you.” Felix pushes Oliver off of him, then grabs his arm and pulls Oliver along after him. The champagne bottle drops from Oliver’s hand as he’s quickly pulled back into the maze. Felix marches back through the maze without pause.

After Husk has to rescue a drugged out, over worked Angel Dust things start to spiral out of control. It turns out Valentino doesn't like it when people take away the toy he is playing with. Alastor doesn't take kindly to his property acting out of turn and trying to start a war he isn't yet ready for.This all started from the theory that Val is able to make a love potion from his saliva.

Angel is three weeks clean. Hasn’t touched that pretty white stuff for 21 days, and fuck, he’s proud of himself. But all that is torn from him one night in the studio after a filming session. Will he ever escape the chains Valentino has him bound by? And can his so-called hotel family help him without being dragged into his messy affairs?

“Why the fuck do you have a pink silly straw?” Alastor is unrepentant as he says, “It matches your vest.” “That’s not what I meant! Why the straw?!” “Oh! That’s even easier to explain! Lessens the mess. Rosie suggested it.” “I’m not a juice box!”

“Yeah, but you’re entirely predictable. I mean, you’re a rich boy who’s good at sports and climbs the social ladder like it’s nothing. No way you like nerd stuff. You’re destined to be a douchebag, Harrington. The Munson Doctrine never lies.” As he speaks, Eddie can see Steve’s frown get deeper and his eyes get darker until he turns his head away and takes a shaky drag of the joint. He lets it out, still shaky, and seems to be gathering himself. Eddie is starting to brace for a punch or kick or something violent when Steve says, “You’re just as bad, then.” “What?” Steve takes another drag, his shoulders relaxing, and he looks at Eddie. “You’re no better, Munson. As much as you’d like to think otherwise, you’re also predictable. I mean, you’re a guy who feels like an outcast so he embraces the role and doesn’t bother to think he could ever be wrong about someone he’s never actually talked to before. Seems like you’re destined to be a douchebag, too.” For the first time in a long time, Eddie is speechless.