Drugusage Stories

"dude just called me a hoe." I stated. "he called us all one." halle said "he was nice with you. he did research on us." chloe said. "because i don't sleep with any of the guys i bring home." I notified. "our fault for being 'sluts' as some would say." leah said

He was famous, he was a star in their eyes. But he let them down, when he a met demon. He believed in what the demon told him. And in return, the demon took his soul. Now, his life turned to hell.

When Bella decides to move back to Forks while her mother travels with her new Stepfather she isn't the only one who moves back. Her troublemaker younger brother goes with her back to Forks, Benjamin has always had trouble making friends and he hung with the wrong crowd. will moving to Forks be a new start for him or will he stick to his habits?

The good girl in school is forced to work with the bad boy. "Hey little mama." He said walking over to me. "We work together that doesn't mean you can call me that." I said rolling my eyes. "He's into you." My sister said before he got to us. "Yeah I've liked him since we were three when he moved in. That doesn't mean he's going to get me. Hey Chase!" I said quickly before he got to us. He threw his arm over my shoulder. • • It's getting more interesting! Just read it!!!!

So, this is very similar but with my own little twist! Okay, so I think you'll have a pleasant rime reading it! I will try to add English (UK) words inside since that's what it was originally suppose to be.

translation, not my work

Ashlan Blackwell is just your average young man... in his world. He's a living mess, drunk on his floor every single day. One night, he tries out a new bar downtown, and wakes up in his room with a gap of last night in his memories, and his phone going off every second. The messages are from an unknown male, labeled as "HELL YEAH", which Ashlan concludes he typed himself. The messages are various. "Unlock the building", or "dude, I'm freezing out here!" or just Ashlan's name over and other again. Ashlan looks around, realizing he's sleeping in a black building with gold-lined walls, high-tech recording equipment and a recording booth. What the hell could he possibly have done in one night?

A Blue Exorcist song fic inspired by the song Bullet by Hollywood Undead and my headcanon that Rin suppresses his own feelings, has depression, and is a people pleaser. It's mostly me projecting my own depression onto Rin because he's relatable and my brain can't let me have something that seems relatable without it becoming something depressing. Also there's not enough Depressed Rin Okumura fanfics for my own taste and decided I'd make my own, and you can not convince me neither Rin nor Yukio has depression- these kids need some damn therapy at this point. And before you ask what universe this is based in, we'll that's up to you. It could be the related anime universe or the manga universe, or completely separate one, I don't mind either way, you make up your own mind on where this is happening. I don't own Blue Exorcist, nor any of the characters mentioned, just the idea that this is based off of. (Someone tell me the proper copyright tag to use please I can never figure it out)

COMPLETELY SATIRE 😑😑

A man who lost his fiance in a car incident days before they were set to finally wed sinks deep into his own grief, spiraling and driving him to kill anyone who dared enter the forest. That was, until he met another.

a hard headed boy meets a stubborn girl he would've never thought to see again. 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍 CONTAINS USE ON N-WORD, CUSSING, AND (possible) SEX SCENES and/or DESRIPTIONS

If life were like a game, how would you play it? Would you try your best to win against all odds or would you let it beat you down till you couldn't get back up? Life is unfair. But you can fight it till it's fair. (Part 4 of Red-Light Dregs)

Inspired by Wait and Bleed by Slipknot "I can't control my shakes, How the hell did I get here? Something about this, so very wrong. I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn't like this, Is it a dream or a memory?" Sid clutched his stomach laughing....he's high again.... Sid Wilson loves to get high, that's his goal everyday....to get as high as possible. Corey Taylor is his lover....his boyfriend....he's sick of Sid always getting high and he'll do whatever it takes to make him quit, even after Sid has a near death experience from overdosing.... ©cagedcobain

I looked up to find my mother giving me the same glare every time she thinks I'm up to something. "What?!" I ask in anger. "Stop with your drugs. Now. It's gone on far to long." She stared with anger clouding her grey bright eyes. I stared, 'How the hell did she know? How long has she known? What if I can't stop?' All these questions filled my brain. 'Can I stop?' I thought to myself. My first story, so it might be bad. Has sexual abuse from father to son, as well as abuse. Violent. If you don't like that don't read. Thanks. All rights reserved, please do not steal, if stolen will be reported. All comes from my small brain, and crazy, twisted, imagination.

Idk what to put. The last desc was so cringe lol TW: Drug use, gore, self harm, description of su!c!de, and a bit of smut

From birth, their lives were guaranteed to be shared with one another. They'd always had each others backs. Ranging from joyful memories, to desolated ones, Lesley and Diana were always there for one another. The two were inseparable. Until h̷e̷ came along.