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Nicole lives past overdosing with Emily in Remedial English. It turns out it did more than give her a coma. Before? She dealt with the bullshit of the world with drugs, razors, and apathy. Now? Maybe she can figure out life with friends and family. Fuck, almost dying on a classroom floor really makes a suicidal girl think...

“Let me get this straight. You wanna meet up for breakfast after our hookups to discuss the dirty details?” “And give each other advice.” “I don’t need advice.” “Don’t lie to yourself, Jungkook-ssi.” Jungkook blankly stares. Jimin shrugs. “You’re a mess. I’m a wreck. What’ve we got to lose?” or; Jungkook keeps running into a pretty stranger on his walk of shame, so they decide to make an arrangement out of it.

“Promise you won’t laugh? Like, swear on your undead life?” “I swear on my-” Astarion choked on his spit. “My what?” “Your undead life?” Gale tilted his head like a confused puppy. “Did you think the whole vampire thing was a secret?” “Well. kind of?” Gale laughed in earnest. “Astarion, I know you can’t see yourself but you have to understand what you look like. You look like whatever an emo kid imagines when they picture themselves grown up, with your perfect hair, eyeliner, and the leather jacket thing.” “I-” “Also if the ethereal beauty wasn't enough, you have a blood flask in your jacket pocket at all times.” Astarion blinked, but quickly gained his composure, a damn near predatory grin stretching across his lips, highlighted by the fact that he was no longer hiding his fangs. “So you think I'm beautiful, wizard boy?” Gale rolled his eyes, trying to keep the flush off his cheeks. “Of course I do, Astarion.” ~*Modern with Magic AU! with Professor Gale and Librarian Astarion*~

Henry should leave, he should wait until everyone is asleep and then silently leave, without a trace. As if he never existed in Alex's life, as if he never touched Alex's body, as if he never wanted only exist in his heart and mind. Because that is what Alex deserves. Alex deserves someone who can love him out and proud, someone who is not shamed for his existence, someone as bright as him, not the pale starlight gleam Henry is. But lying there on the pile of mattresses they piled together and called a bed- Henry can not even find it in himself to breathe, let alone get up and go. Betrayed by his own existence, once again. OR What-If taken by a depressive episode, Henry can not leave the lake house