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Two months after surviving Tobias Hankel, Dr. Spencer Reid struggles to forget every detail of his documented trauma and has a gut instinct that leads him to believe he's forgetting undocumented trauma as well. Having undergone a mandatory psychiatric evaluation in order to return to work immediately after being rescued, Spencer is diagnosed with a slew of mental health conditions, as well as a late diagnosis of ASD and ADHD. He's trying to adjust to his new ADHD and anxiety medications that allow him to seemingly function better than ever before. Sure, the meds make it easier for him to throw himself right back into his work despite the trauma and the anxiety meds are messing with his ability to remember key elements of his trauma at all... but is that such a bad thing? He's the best he's ever been. He's found the perfect balance in pill bottles. His concept of time and reality may falter, his ability to eat or sleep is nonexistent these days, but that's just a side effect that he can live with if it's what allows him to feel like a profiler rather than a helpless victim. The doctors had reassured him that he would adjust eventually and that although he was being prescribed narcotics, there was little to no recreational or abuse potential. That dependency and addiction weren't something he needed to worry about. Nothing worse than temporary side effects. He did, however, think it odd that he enjoyed what he presumed to be the most intense and notable side effects. He was fine. Everything was fine.

Prepare for a series of sad stories that tug at your heartstrings. These short tales are easy to read and perfect for anyone who enjoys feeling emotions while reading. They'll make you think and reflect on things. Give them a read and see how they touch you. :)) The cover isn't mine, it's a picture I found and edited over.

*loosely based off of 'not a lot, just forever' by adrianne lenker* THEODORE NOTT LOVE STORY. This work contains language, death, mentions of abuse, poor mental health and light violence. Tragedy strikes Eileen Gaunt-a fourth year Slytherin at Hogwarts-and now her life is one sick joke, a never-ending one at that. Since losing all family to Lord Voldemort at birth, she's always been distant from reality. Depression washing over young mind far too early in life. There was only one thing in the world she yearned for. A connection. But at the return of Lord Voldemort, her life had only gotten darker. A perfect candidate she was, and she had never connected the true dots as to why. Upon meeting the Lord, she'd become a follower. One duel gone wrong. One spell reversing entirely. Eileen Grant became immortal, stuck at the age of 15 for eternity, right when she had finally met her match for a connection in the corridors. Years 4 - Early "Adult"hood. THIS WORK HAS JUST BEEN STARTED, 6/30/26. Come back later..? Recommended 14+ #1 IN darkmark, 7/6/26 Some characters and plot developments do belong to J.K. Rowling. Some plot developments might not occur in exact order to better go along with the story.

Under Sunny's hypocritical, well-intentioned advice, Kel puzzled over his mental checklist as the bruised house drifted out of sight, now a grey blur. An assortment of surgery, artery-clogging snacks? Check! Mixtape Sunny made special for him, covered in little red hearts and a doodle of the two of them holding hands? Check (No, actually, he will not read into that, fuck you for asking). An 8 pack of Monster so Aubrey wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel while he drives her mad with alien conspiracies and iSpy all night? Check! (Sunny downed three, the absolute madman, before they even stepped foot in the car, but he figured it still counted) Homework? ...check. An excuse for stealing Ms. Suzuki's car, running away with her son and "future daughter-in-law", and showing up at his incredibly busy brother's dorm room? You know, something even remotely better than "You sounded like you were about to cry over the phone last night and you don't cry and I'm so worried and distracted and madly in love with you, I simply had to come check on you, so...Surprise!" ...He'd check that one off sometime before they got there. Probably.

PAUSED This is my rendition of what I think happened before, during, and after the shutdown of garden view. Im mostly going to focusing on the after, but I will include a bit of the before during the prologue For context:3. (I DO NOT INTEND FOR THE STORY TO STAY HAPPY BE WARNED). Im going to use both in universe logic and a bit of my own. ;). Enjoy (please). I don't own dandy's world or any of the characters present all ownership goes to the rightful owners (BlushCrunch studios).

Some are bright and beautiful, the others are alluring but painful. This collection of some of my more complicated feelings reminds me of a rosebush. While the flowers are stunning to the eye, the thorns will draw blood if you aren't prepared to trim the bush. When you read this, think of each poem as a rose, painstakingly picked with bare hands, stripped of it's thorns. I left it in a crystal vase, for you viewing pleasure. I want to be heard, and I have a feeling, you want to hear me. I invite you to see emotion through my eyes. (A Final Collection of poems written by a person with Borderline Personality Disorder.) Trigger warning for all of it, specific trigger warnings before each chapter in the title

Draco is fucked. Just his luck to be separated from his godfather after Dumbledore's death. Just his luck to fall into a shimmery pool of water. Just his luck to drown and wake up in a burning town, with Grindelwald right there. Grindelwald wants to convert him, having a strange and interesting recruitment method, even when it does turn cruel. Dumbledore wants to save him. And Tom Riddle? He cannot even begin to explain Tom Riddle. The Slytherin house forcibly adopted him-against his will may he add-and now he is stuck going to Slughorn's stupid parties when all he wanted to do at the end of the night was face Voldermort for his punishment for his failure and beg for his mother's life!

The countdown to the apocalypse has begun. Nobody knows why or how to stop it but a group of adventurers, who could not have less of a clue of what they're doing, won't rest until they save the world or what's left of it anyway. (Please be ready for extremely irregular updates.)

Kokichi started coughing. The room grew silent as the other Ultimates, who were investigating a murder, turned their attention to the smaller teen. He stopped his hacking, only to say "I'll be back in a sec" before abruptly turning and speed walking out the door. Two small, dark blue petals were left in his wake. This is a Hanihaki story between Kokichi and Shuichi. It will most definitely be shorter in length, so don't be too surprised, heh heh! I'm conflicted, so I will make a good ending and a bad ending (The bad one ending in death). This is my first fic actually, so I hope you enjoy! (All art goes to respective artists) WARNING: There will be some touching on mature subjects (Self harm, depression, homophobia, etc) through this monstrosity of a story! If you are uncomfortable with these things or triggered by them, please read with caution!)

TW: Mentions of murder, poison, blood, gore, drugs, and maybe more.

A collection of dead doves that I wrote myself. This will contain love, angst, horror, smut, gore, and maybe even fluff if I'm feeling generous. (REMEMBER, THIS IS A DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT) anyways enjoy😘💕 (AGAIN THIS IS A DEAD DOVE, IF I HEAR EVEN A PEEP OUT OF YOU I SWE-

Part two of Reasons to Commit to Everything. neither are finished. A story about grief.

toaster girl smokes weed https://www.wattpad.com/962318691-toaster-girl-goes-on-a-fucking-adventure-%2B-1-be where toaster girl is from

[wip description not permanent] It all started, when a young college student, Tori Smith, Decides to look for a job, starting to work at a library. Thinking it would just be a normal summer job, she expects nothing odd. Until she realizes the library's owner might just be one of the weirdest people she's met, and seen.

The stars drip blood onto your hands from above. The only account of why the infection began belongs to the one who can't tell a soul. Ezra Stargem - the first case. A culmination of perspectives and memories placed together carefully to retell the story of the bleeding stars. Welcome.

Di St. Jude Academy, etika bukan tentang benar atau salah. Etika adalah tentang seberapa rapi kamu bisa menyembunyikan noda. Gaelan Praditya, seorang anak baru dadakan yang melewati jalur beasiswa, masuk ke sekolah elit ini dengan satu tujuan pribadi: mengungkap apa yang sebenarnya terjadi pada sahabatnya yang hilang. Namun, St. Jude memiliki penjaganya sendiri-The Celestial Archangels. Ada Alastair Sterling Vane yang kaku, Isabella yang obsesif, dan Julius yang kesetiaannya sudah melampaui batas kewarasan. Di bawah pengawasan mereka, setiap bukti yang ditemukan Gaelan justru menjadi jerat maut baginya. Gaelan segera menyadari bahwa berhadapan dengan kaum elit berarti bermain di lapangan di mana aturan bisa berubah dalam sekejap. Ketika satu per satu petunjuk tentang "seni kematian" mulai terungkap, Gaelan harus memilih: tetap memegang etika keadilannya, atau ikut menjadi "kotor" demi bertahan hidup dari obsesi gelap yang menyelimuti sekolah ini. "Karena di St. Jude, kebenaran adalah noda yang harus segera dihapus."

a fic i started on ao3. I havent updated in months. lowkey forgot about it for a while, but im hoping that crossposting it here will make me want to continue it bc ive been debating abandoning it. Im @The_crzy_crnbrry on Ao3. This is MY fic, I am allowed to repost it. Not you<3 this will trigger people. trigger warnings: Self harm, suicidal ideation/attempts, recreation marijuana usage, general anxiety, descriptions on panic attacks/PTSD/in depth self deprecation don't read if you are sensitive to these subjects. New tags may be added or taken, this is still in the works, and I have no clue where I'm going with this. Also I plan on posting this to my tumblr idk when tho lolol) Also not entirely familiar with dead dove do not eat but Google said it means a way to tell readers to take tas srsly, I took it literally bc I'm #autistic lol Also, I'm shitty at remembering to write and have motivation so don't expect frequent updates. Not abandoned, I promise. I will tell you if I do, so if I haven't it isnt "I've always been the happy one. I try my best to be positive, and see through the gnawing gaps of despair caused by the aftermath of what happened, but fuck if it isn't hard. I truly try to be as happy as I was when I was younger. But it seems like ever since Mayhem (I love him, truly I do) came about, everythings gone downhill. Time continues to pass me by and no matter what I do it's never enough. I'm not enough. " A/N: I just realised i never told yall the hc im using for this lmfao- Raph: Transfem (she/they) sapphic asexual leo: transmasc (he/Him) bisexual Donnie: agender (They/it) biromantic demisexual Mikey: genderfluid (he/she/they) panromantic greysexual and mayyybbbeee poly (?????) and before yall go like bUt iF mIkEyS hAvInG sEx FoR dRuGs hE cAnT bE aCe SpEc- Shut up. shut tf up i dont give a fuck. theres such thing as using sex as a form of self harm, and you will see how this is prevelent later. suck my big fat wang.

A collab book of TMNT x reader one-shots. Smut included-- READ THE TAGS.

For all my nerds out there who need this book; I got you.