What does freedom mean when you don't remember how to live? Five years in white walls taught me how to survive, not how to exist... How do you start over when your hands are still stained? They say I'm free now, that I've done my time. But the world outside feels wrong. Too bright, too alive... They call it LUCK. Lucky to have a second chance. Lucky to breathe air that doesn't taste like bleach and metal. But luck will never change what I did... ~Owen Owen Williams was never loved... not by the people who called themselves his parents. Years of cruelty carved something hollow inside him, until one night, at twelve years old, the breaking point came. A knife. A scream. Blood he still can't wash from his hands. He told himself it was survival. But the guilt never left. Five years locked in a mental hospital couldn't silence the echoes of that night. Now, seventeen and released into a small town under the watch of a kind officer, Owen is supposed to start over... to live again. But how do you begin when the past won't let go? When every breath tastes like a memory? And when forgiveness feels like something meant for someone else? #1 ATTEMPTEDSUICIDE 2026/02/04 #3 BxBxBxBxB 2026/02/04

Sometimes temptation comes in the form of two married hot guys next door, and most of the time you shouldn't give in. But I did, and now I'm trapped in a web by the couple next door.

Smutty chapters with our boy Dash and his boys. How do the boys act on their own? Will Dash loose his virginity? If so by who? All will be answered here. Enjoy <3

Knox has spent years perfecting the art of not giving a damn. He has spent his whole life keeping people at arm's length, working late shifts, smoking through the exhaustion, and surviving each day with the numb detachment of someone who learned too young that caring only leads to pain. The art club he joins for extra credit is supposed to be just another chore. Instead, he founds a new obsession and four artist that, turns out, aren't as bad as he thought. Knox doesn't want redemption. He doesn't believe in healing arcs or clean endings. But as the weight of his past presses closer, and the present demands choices he can no longer postpone, he's forced to confront a question he has never allowed himself to ask: What happens when running is no longer enough?

LONG story Asylum au :))) Y/n traded bread for serial killers. One day he's baking croissants, the next he's a psychiatrist at an asylum full of murderers with flair. He's supposed to be the professional here, but between homicidal maniacs, psychological chess matches, and one patient who swears therapy is "a government conspiracy," Y/n's barely holding it together. Not to mention his own sketchy past, which he's hiding behind a nonchalant attitude, caffeine, and a clipboard he doesn't actually use. In a place ruled by madness, the greatest threat may not be the killers...but the darkness inside the man trying to cure them. Who's really getting rehabilitated here? Your guess is as good as his. Buckle up camental health has never been this unhinged 😐