I've created you a memoir of myself, but am I speaking or writing? I love you with everything I have left, can you love me the same? Or am I going to die loving you, and not having it returned. That's probably how this life of mine is going to end. For this old soul is tired, and while I love you, I'm sorry I don't love you enough to stick around. But I figured that we can let this old radio play, and give it one last shot. ~ ~ ~ Based on true accounts.

I've been on both sides. Haunted by many, chased by few. I've turnt to the evil of things, trying to fix myself. Because at some point I realized, that nobody can fix you. All they can do is break you more. So here I am, failing at doing, trying to fix myself without you this time. And if I'm lying - it's working.

Frank is a hopelessly short, hopelessly desperate, and just generally hopeless highschooler, whose only friend is the amazingly tall kid with the 'fro: Ray Toro. School is mundane, school is just, well, school: Lindsey Ballato is a goddess, Pete Wentz is a MySpace whore, and Brendon Urie totally deserved getting kicked in the balls last summer, but then Mikey fucking Way turns up and before Frank knows it he's over at the Way household and swooning over an unfairly hot older brother who has totally just made out with an overly casual Lindsey Ballato. And that's not even to mention Gerard's past and sort of ex-boyfriend Bert McCracken who he kind of did, kind of didn't leave in the old town he and Mikey just moved from, but what is for sure is that Gerard Way can't help but stare at Mikey's sort of best friend, Frank, just a little too much. But Gerard is older and sort of world's away from Frank's league: he's like Lindsey Ballato - unobtainable and godly, and most definitely a member of the elite sex club that Frank reckons Lindsey's involved in. And this elite club of people who've seen Gerard Way naked? Let's say, Frank Iero wants in... to Gerard's pants. However Mikey thinks that it's less of a club and more of a support group.

Josh has been feeling other people's pain a little bit recently. Literally. Started: 2015 // Finished: May 27th 2017

This wasn't suppose to happen. What happened to 'follow your heart' and 'happily ever after'? Where did the fairy-tale ending go? This wasn't suppose to happen! // Jack has always loved Alex. More then he'd care to admit. And with a past full of abuse and self loath, Alex has been the only thing that keeps him going. But when Jack finally gets the courage to tell Alex how he really feels, it doesn't go as planned. In fact, it's the complete opposite. And with raging fans and a career on the line, Alex has to make a choice. A choice he never wanted to make. One that will change both his and Jack's lives forever. || Rated 14A for triggering themes, Sexual content, Language, and Other negative subjects||

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. *** Claire is lost and scared and utterly alone. Her family is in shambles after the death of her older sister Ina, and she's left to pick up the broken pieces of herself as her life heads into a downwards spiral of loneliness. Her heart leads her to 5:48, a little cafe by 33rd street, where she finds her new home. With a broken heart and a speech disability, Jasper has his heart and mouth sewn shut by the winding threads of hurt and fear. Painting and serving coffee in cafe 5:48 are one of his last few saving graces, but the smile he's been painting on himself will soon fade away as everything he's ever held dear slips away from his grasp. Ezra is out-of-sync and oddly cold by the way life has treated his young self. Abandoned by his single mother at an early age, he has grown up thinking that he is a mistake. His constant shaking hands are a reflection of what he often thinks of himself, but the delightful pastries he bakes for 5:48's customers are a reflection of what others see of him. Drew is a quirky rarity. He is a dash of loud, a pinch of exuberant, and a cup of eccentric - just like the meals he serves in the cafe as the only chef there. Behind his playful grins and outlandish clothes, however, are his jutting ribs, hollowed cheeks, and too-thin arms. Sometimes he cannot stomach being in his own skin as much as he cannot stomach food. This family has gone a long way from finding each other, and they'll be going a long way together too as reality comes catching up to them, threatening the newfound happiness they've found with each other. Secrets are revealed, pasts become presents, and lives are changed. Slowly but surely, they find their way back home. *** NOTE AS OF 08/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012, posted in FULL. Another story that will be considered a reprise of this old version is in the works, and will be posted under the name "Hiraya House."

I can't drown my demons, and I keep spinning 'round and 'round in never-ending circles. My friend screams at me to open my eyes, fill the void with something other than the screams of white noise. Screams at me to get out of the lane that I am in, and fix my car radio. I don't know where I am, I can't fix my heavy-dirty-soul. He screams at me that I'm coming. My soul is burning, and I'm slowly crawling closer to the edge of the carousel.