Liberty Fierro is used to living on her own terms, partying recklessly all night and doing it all over again the next day. But when one night goes horribly wrong, her mother steps in with an ultimatum: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗱. Monroe Leclair's reputation as a therapist is as infamous as it is dangerous. She's calm, calculating, and hiding secrets that no one in their right mind could possibly guess. As the lines blur between healing and obsession, Liberty has to wonder if Monroe is saving her, 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮.

"Don't forget who had you on your knees, Zinovia," Sevan said, taking a long sip of her drink. Which I promptly snatched from her hand as soon as she lowered the glass from her mouth. "Don't forget all the power I held too," I said to her, not once glancing away from her darkened stare, "The mess I made of you milaya..." I trailed off, tilting my head as I openly analyzed her face, "It was pathetic really." Sevan smiled almost sadistically in response, "The mess you made of me?" she repeated the words in full amusement, "I'm still standing. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" ⋙⋙⋙⋙⋘⋘⋘ Power isn't just taken, it's earned, and Zinovia Kozlov is ready to claim what's hers. After her father's death, Zinovia steps up to lead the Russian mafia as its most feared and adored princess. But she's soon pulled into the dark world of Sevan Cortez, the woman who commands the entire mafia underworld. What starts as a power struggle between them quickly spirals into a twisted game of sex, manipulation, and deceit. But even Zinovia knows... You can't ruin, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙.

I sit on the front row. Psychology says I have to ask questions.

This is my first Larvis wattpad so it's not good! this contains: - bullying - Homophobia (*ahem* Travis) - drug use (Larry and Travis, cuz why not?) - suicide attempts - suicide - self harm - cursing - mentions of suicide/abuse - child abuse - blood - the f slur (I am allowed to say it) - cannibalism - self hate - guns - attempted murder - torture

(If you couldn't guess, Title is based off the song, "Meet you at the Graveyard" by Cleffy) This story is more based on Travis and his life and what he goes through, and doesn't focus much on Sal even though it's both of their povs. SAL I never understood why Travis Phelps hated my guts so much. My friends say it's because Travis hates everyone, but I think it's because of something else. The way he looks at me isn't just a look of hate, but there's something else behind those eyes... something else that I can't tell what it is. TRAVIS I wish to drown out every thought, every image of him. I want to drown all out. No matter what it takes. I want to drown everything out. The pain, the thoughts, the emotions, the tears, the hits, everything. I want it all to go away. Until it does. #1 on salxtravis 🥳 Warnings: Suicide Mention Self Harm Heavy Abuse Verbal Abuse Alcoholism Depression (All heavy topics will have a disclaimer/warning before it happens)

Donald is going through a rough patch in his life... can Joe save him? Or is he too far gone?

ART BY SOMEBODY ON TWITTER. (If you casually know who is, please, tell me. 😰) This is a compilation of one shots, requests are open! (If you want smut, that takes me longer to write, i just wanted to say that.) Characters are from fnaf lmao. (Also, sorry if i misspelled or something.)