recreational drug use

“They’re… chaos,” Remus said firmly. “And chaos is—”“Rock and roll.”He looked at Sirius sharply, and for once, matched his grin. “Yeah.”“Maybe that’s my excuse then,” Sirius said. “I cause a bit of chaos now, and maybe one day, it’ll turn into rock and roll.” After losing his mother at age eleven, Remus has spent the better part of the last four years bouncing from school to school or else running around London and pretending as though he wasn't the kind of well-bred boy his father brought him up to be. Now, with his chances all run out, Remus is sent to Hawkings Independent School as a last-ditch effort to clean up his act. There he meets the very people who will set up the rest of his life, and is forced to confront the pieces of himself he'd long thought had been lost. (genuinely not apologising for the slow-burn in this fic anymore. You've been warned <3) *Please do not comment on the fic asking about translations because it is unlikely that I will see it. If you're interested in translations/have a question regarding the fic, please reach out on tumblr @motswolo x

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

Hermione, now in her mid-20s, is back at Hogwarts to pursue higher education. Trying to forget the trauma carved into her by the war, she spends one lust-filled night with a certain pureblood. But that night will have consequences.While her personal life unravels, a string of mysterious murders forces her to work together with Draco Malfoy, who himself seems to carry many secrets. "He scared her. Not because he wielded killing curses like they were nothing, but because he seemed to understand her in a way that even she didn’t. The more she let him in, the more power he had to destroy her." Come for the smut, stay for the plot. Read if you like:- Murder mystery- Dark Arts- Hurt/ Comfort- Hermione and Draco both deal with PTSD- Angst, so much angst

Everyone knows about the cliche love stories with the school nerd and jock.He’s a cheeky asshole who can’t seem to keep it in his pants. She’s the straight-A bookworm whose only goal is to pass chemistry. He takes off her glasses to reveal her “true beauty.” She falls in love with his supposed sensitive side. But, this one in particular doesn’t quite follow the same boring formula.He’s the star hockey player forced to take an art course. He’s the stubborn art major who just wants one stress-free year. And it’s gonna take a lot more than the glasses move and some smooth talking for either of them in this story to budge.

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...

Wade Winters lives a perfectly happy life as an independent citizen of the Affini Compact. But when his affini friend Dali questions just how independent he really is, the pair agree to a bet: for the next month, whenever he fails to accomplish any part of his daily routine, Dali will start doing it for him. Wade isn't worried, it's not like Dali wants to domesticate him or anything.

Anon has been stuck in this loop for years now. Making mistakes. Fucking up. He's learned finally, learned what he needs to do to not make Fang cry again. Once more into the breach. (More emotionally competent Anon)

Mark is obsessed with fucking Donghyuck raw. Like, genuinely. He’s not kidding. They dropped the condoms six months ago after they went for their stupid yearly SM-mandated checkup, and Mark had shown up on his doorstep that night with an excited smile, waving a piece of paper in Donghyuck’s face. Mark was the one to ask for it, his cheeks flaming but his voice firm, smile wide and assured, and Donghyuck was the one to give in, like always. Donghyuck just can't quite figure out why.

"You sold your fucking soul for candy?!" Vox snapped. Of all the idiotic shit he'd heard during his many decades down here, that definitely topped the list. "Yeah, you want some?" You offered sweetly, shaking the container of jelly beans invitingly. He stared at you in utter bewilderment and wondered how the hell had his life gotten so out of control that he was stuck hiding from angels on extermination day in a shitty freezer with a bona fide bimbo?

In a weird turn of events, Eddie Munson ends up working in a bar at the edge of Stark County in 2018. A bar that's frequented by cops, creeps, and the son of the most formidable sheriff that Eddie's never heard of.