Logan Reed is addicted to drugs. He is obsessed with drugs and spends too much time with them, trying to forget his dark past. But one fated day, he meets Hayley who is strongly against drugs, telling him they're disgusting. This catches his attention and before he knows it, Hayley becomes a new obsession of his and to an extent, his new drug. She is all he wants and he will stop at nothing to get her out of his system.

phan au. - -inspired by 'transgender' and 'call me dan' - - started:september 23 2015 ended:december 10 2015

Life really does suck for Nathaniel. With a minimum wage job as a helper for a librarian and two dead parents, his life is just piles and piles of bad events. He's practically a nobody, having no signs of luck with love, money, appearance, generally nothing. Nathaniel pushes his way through survival. But life doesn't cut him some slack even after all that. Oh, no. The unlucky boy finds himself being targeted by the world's most feared mafia after he breaks into his workplace during a night shift, a mafia who can make anybody submit with the snap of his fingers, the glare of his piercing eyes that can make the strongest people tremble like a puppy. Worst of all, Nathaniel is starting to grow a little too attached to this Mafia. (Unedited)

The book of the most awkward moments you can relate to

*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "Alright, it's a deal." Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'. This is actually the best fic I've ever read. It emotionally destroyed me and then put me back together only to kill me again. Read on ao3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/7454385

Mark and Jack comfort one another when all they want to do is die. Short, sad Septiplier One-shot. A transfer of my writing from Archive of Our Own I do not own the picture, a great artist by the name of "shuploc" on tumblr made it.