America - The bubbly, happy, hamburger loving nation. A guy like him can never be upset or down... Right? It's hard to be happy when everybody is against that. It's also hard to love yourself when it seems like nobody else loves you. {Note: **TRIGGER WARNING!!! There is a lot of stuff dealing with eating disorders, possible self harm, and possible mention of suicide!** Ps: I don't have depression or an eating disorder or anything, I've just done research on it!}

Every hero has a weakness Every story has an end Every hero has a fall Everyone breaks WARNING: This fanfiction contains depression, anorexia, self-harm, and other triggering subjects. Please do not read if you have any sort of mental problem, or are touchy with these kinds of subjects. You are loved. You do matter. Eat. Never self harm. Just because it is in the fanfiction, doesnt mean that I support it. In fact, this is supposed to show how bad depression is. And that you should NEVER, EVER, try to make someone that depressed, or be depressed, because you are loved. If you really feel unloved, get your booty over here and let me love you. \(•^•\)

Alfred Jones, the personification of the United States of America, is done. He is done with all of the other countries. He is done with being called names all of the time. Overall, America is done with his life. He is tired of being the laughingstock of the world. He is tired of trying to pretend everything is okay . . . Because it's not. Everything is not okay. So what does America do when he is confronted and his false smiles and webs upon webs of lies start to deteriorate? Simple - he runs away. He runs away to the last place that anybody would expect to find him. He runs away from his responsibilities, because he simply cannot handle them anymore. America runs away from the world, and, in doing so, manages to find a light where he thought there would be none. But would this light be enough to help America?

Tired; that's the word to describe how Alfred was feeling that day, emotionally, mentally, and physically. Too tired. Too tired to go to a World Meeting. And definitely too tired to put up his usual mask of a happy go-lucky idiot. With his mask gone will others notice somethings wrong? Arthur will...

America, the hero, nothing more than a smiling face but smiles hide many things. Note this will be different, loosely related scenarios involving stuff to do with America from food and drinks, to unique games as well as dark, smart or insane America.

Why was everyone avoiding America, or what it seems like anyway, and what will happen when you ignore 'the center of attention' for too long? Of course something very bad. ***If you are triggered easily, I highly suggest not reading this fanfic for there are some very sensitive moments and extreme self-doubt and stuff like that. So please. Or if you're fine with that then please carry on.*** (This is a finished story but I reread it from time to time and I edit any little mistakes I see. And I see a lot from time to time.)

❝ y-you just WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND! ❞ I snapped staring into my clenched fists ❝ What don't I understand peter?❞ Tony kept a concerned tone, never once taking his eyes off me. ❝ The pain I'm in. ❞ I murmured glaring daggars at him. ¤▪¤▪¤▪¤▪¤▪¤▪¤▪¤▪¤▪¤▪¤▪¤▪¤▪¤ In which Peter parker struggles more now than he's ever struggled before. With The death of his aunt may; her abusive Boyfriend takes guardianship over him. While life slowly unfolds around him, he is forced to struggle. How can peter be spiderman- a super hero- if he can't even save himself from his own demons? (Under editing, you know- grammar mistakes and whatnot) °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° ⚠Trigger warning⚠ - Thoughts of suicide - self mutilation - grotesque quotes/sections - depression and anxiety - Domestic violence - foul language ~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~ I don't own marvel, or Spiderman, or any character accept michael. ♡▪♡▪♡▪♡▪♡▪♡▪♡▪♡▪♡▪♡▪♡▪♡▪ I wrote this when I was 15, so there's a few minor screw ups!! I will go back and edit soon though! Also this fanfic IS NOT BASED OFF OF MY LIFE OR REAL LIFE . AND THIS FANFIC IS NOT RELATED TO MY LIFE IN GENERAL. This is literally just a story I wrote for all my fans requesting the Peter parker Saddness series and such love you guys!!!

Bartholomew Henry Allen thought that he left his life as Sebastian Smythe back in Westerville, Ohio. But turns out, there are things that even the Flash cannot outrun. ______________________________________ *This is a crossover between The Flash and Glee. **If any of the characters seem different, that's because they are. ***DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything except the story.

Just some one-shots of Barry Allen is Sebastian Smythe. A range of different one-shots, a couple of two-shots and a three-shot.

Jungkook has always been happy, smiling at every fan meet and TV show. Loved by his hyungs and fans, he couldn't be better. But, what happens when the CEO of the company tells him that he needs to make some changes? Will he still be able to smile? Warning: This story contains self harm, eating disorders, and other elements which may be uncomfortable for the reader. Read at your own risk. Thank you.