The Wall was built around the city to keep the werewolves out, but Stiles and Scott decide to sneak outside of it. It may be completely traumatizing since they run into one of the werewolves, but they manage to get out of there alive. Scott vowed to never go out again, but Stiles... Well, he keeps going back. Those steel blue eyes shine like stars, after all.

"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

After a failed suicide attempt, Frank Iero is placed into an induced coma to prevent any further self harm. While he's asleep, he's visited by what he believes is an angel who sings to him. When Frank finally awakens, it becomes his obsession to find who the voice belongs to. [[Trigger Warning! Suicide-- do not take this warning lightly. Suicide is a main theme. Pretty explicit self-harm, child abuse, underage drinking, reckless behavior, and depression. If you notice anything else that needs tagged, please let me know!]]

✔ - Completed Sean (his friends call him Jack) is behind on his rent. YouTube hasn't been paying as well as he had hoped, and he's been forced to take on a part-time job. He found work at the Other Side Café and Bar, as a waiter. It's usually uneventful, until one day when one particular regular walks into the diner and recognizes Jack. And not just because of his channel. -WARNING- This story contains LGBTQ+ themes and shipping. And also cursing. May contain sexual themes, but nothing graphic. If you aren't a fan of that, kindly continue on your way. (This is a Septiplier fanfiction, obviously.) I guess this is an AU? Idk, it's up to you all to decide.

This story is semi-canonical! Imagine today's world, but where everyone has superpowers - all the rest of the facts are the same. Enjoy! ----- In a world filled with superheroes, what little Sean can do just seems... useless. He's rejected from everything, everyone looks down on him. There just doesn't seem to be a place where he fits in. But when he finds Sector Eight, an elite school for the heroes with the best powers who hide in plain site on a website where they are guaranteed success, despite the fact that he is so useless, he can't help but feel like he belongs, like he's finally part of something. Maybe it's possible for him to find a true home that accepts him, but he'll need a little help to believe it... To the world, you are one person. To one person, you are the world. ----- BOOK 1 OF THE 'SECTOR EIGHT' BOOK SERIES

It's been ten months since Jack and Mark started dating and neither of them could be happier. All junior year they managed to keep their relationship a secret, save for a few friends. All summer they had a wonderful time being together almost 24/7. But now it's the beginning of senior year and everything's going to get turned upside down. Warnings! This story has stronger language This story is also much darker then the story before. Cutting/Suicide/Depression is all mentioned. If you are happy with the ending of the last story, and you can accept not knowing all of it... I suggest not reading this darker and sadder story.

Dear diary... -May be a little triggering so be careful- ✔️ Completed

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