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After the traumatic events of his past Caleb has forged a new life for himself with Jason in a place nobody knows them, or so he thinks. Will him and Jason's newfound love stand the test of time and can old acquaintance be forgot? **THIS IS A SEQUEL TO "THE NAUGHTY LIST" I RECOMMEND YOU READ THAT FIRST BEFORE READING THIS** TWs Self Harm Smut PTSD Mentions of Rape, Abuse & Sexual Assault This story is not promoting, encouraging, romanticising or glorifying topics such as abuse, suicide, self harm, disordered eating, sexual abuse/misconduct or anything like that, it is just showing what the affects of it can be like especially for LGBT+ young people. Please be respectful in the comments and if anyone is struggling do reach out for support!

{Trigger warning: This story deals with a lot of serious topics and situations. Heavy detail is included. Ranges from sexual assault, domestic violence, abuse of psychical and emotional, self harm, and suicide. Read with caution, this is your only warning}

"What if... you suddenly die?" What will you do? ************ Allie, a young teenager was found missing one day after hanging out with her friends late at night. Soon after, a guy had a dream related to the missing girl and found himself gaining the superpower of going back in time. Whether the girl continues to live or die, the fate of Allie was in his hands. Will he manage to save her and express his feelings?

daniel. 21. just go out of rehab for an alcoholic addiction, over the year of being there for having alcoholic beverages brought into the rehab center on a few occasions will he be okay to leave, we don't know. many things have happened there that his band mates are well aware of. welcome to the epilogue of cigarettes. this story contains mentions of self harm, drug abuse, and suicidal thoughts. if anything in these mentions trigger DO NOT READ you have been warned.

"Not pain. Not quite. More like a . . . numbness? And then a shock, driving his thoughts away like petals to the breeze. But what was this in front of him? They clearly weren't the standard nerds that would always harass him and definitely violate some of his constitutional rights the moment he became aware to the world. These were different, really different. If his suspicions were correct, they weren't even human at all." Jacob, after being told that he had a tumor that also apparent WASN'T a tumor since it 'tried to hide from the MRI' and spent countless decades of being stuck in a 'safe' cryostasis pod for an experimentation project run by a clandestine and government run research program, wakes up in an unfamiliar facility and surrounded by unfamiliar faces. With only two partially insane, emotionally driven, and incredibly unprofessional killer machines to assist him in finding out just what happened to the rest of the humans, along with having to deal with the constant debilitation of his mental faculties and the betrayal and hijacking of his own body, he knows only one thing is for sure; He is well and truly screwed.

Within the bare off-white walls of the small and square guest bedroom, the sound of a heavy leather belt falling away from where deathly pale skin hung off bone, breaking the sleeping silence as it landed with a dull thud on the cream carpeted floor. A thin thumb pushed down on the plunger a little too fast, releasing a mixture of heroin and crystal meth into the vein; situated just under the crook of the elbow-in between the abscesses. A loose smile twitching onto cracked lips, revealing many missing and rotting teeth. Her view of the whitewashed ceiling blurring as the rush overwhelmed her; the familiar warmth blossoming in her skull, and a burst of excitement surging inside her fluttering chest. The high lifted her above all the shaking, all the sweating, all the crying, all the insecurities, all the thinking and all the suffering. Alleviated the pain. The high didn't bring her happiness anymore, it hadn't for years now. It just made the pain go away for a few hours. ~ The story of a suicidal drug addict on the edge of oblivion. *WARNING: drug abuse, self harm, suicidal ideation and suicide attempts are prominent in this short story. Rated mature. If you are suicidal or struggling with mental illness please don't hesitate to contact me, I want to help you through dark times, please know that it gets better if you stick it out-storms pass.*

Maya and Carina have gone through many challenging events throughout their life, but what happens when they lose someone they didn't expect? 1/17/22 ~ 5/27/22 I don't own most of these characters, all rights go to ABC This mostly doesn't follow the same timeline as the show

I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

Ethan was... not at a good place, quite honestly. Because, well, it wasn't like there was any hope for him in the future. His channel was failing, he had no friends, and the experimental gap year he had taken was... not doing the best. May as well kill himself now before everything got worse (if that was even possible). But, of course, his future was bright. Ethan just didnt know that yet. And if the entity that appeared in (what was supposed to be) his final hour had any say in this, Ethan definitely wasn't going to die tonight. He just needed hope. TW for self harm, depression, and suicide, especially in the first chapter (everything's better by the end, just be warned). Please stay safe as you read this, for both of our sakes.

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