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!]]

Gerard Way is a virgin. A pathetic, gay, red-haired little virgin. But he was okay with that. People in school avoided him, hell, they didn't even know who he was, and that was how it was. Until a good 'friend' of Gerard's started a rumor. A rumor that was bound to destroy everything Gerard had come to know, and even a little more in the process. Nothing good could come out of this situation, or so Gerard thought. But a certain boy with converse and a lip piercing would beg to differ. (Ok I suck at writing intros. The story will be better, I promise...)

((Basically this is one big messy gay bandom AU, features just about every ship in the emo trinity and a few more)) Frank is the only gay guy he knows, stuck in the rather restricting and conservative world of Catholic school with his two best friends and their Catholic upbringings, where his daily adrenaline hits come from smoking behind the art block with Jamia, who he reckons is on her path to being the next Lindsay Lohan. But then, things really do change, because perhaps Jamia's matchmaking abilities aren't quite as shitty as Frank reckons, and perhaps this 'social gathering' he's dragged along to, does have some benefit to him after all. And perhaps, Frank will draw a face to the name of Gerard - Mikey's older brother, who really despite living in the same town, is worlds away from the reality Frank's stuck in. And on the subject of the unlikely, will Mikey ever finally figure out that Alicia Simmons really doesn't give a fuck about croquet?

Deidara gets to know the other members of Akatsuki and writes about it in his diary. Crack fic. Plotless, don't go looking for one.

An Uta no Prince Sama fanfiction!! my very first fanfiction. it is a yaoi (boy x boy) love story with many pairings, so if you don't like that kind of thing. i'd kindly ask you not to read. pairings: Ai x Syo, Tokiya x Otoya, Ren x Masato, Ranmaru x Reiji, and Natsuki x Cecil.

The strange habits Uta no prince sama characters have but dont care to admit themselves so I will!✌️✨

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The sequal to "Make Your Heart Race" Syo and Ai are having their fellow idols plan their big day. Almost as soon as Ai had proposed to Syo. In their happy joyous moments will the drama that takes place be enough to tear their relation apart? Will, they be able to stay with each other till the end? Let the drama and harassment begin..

Kenma was fine with just being friends with Kuroo. He knew all along that his love for his bestfriend is futile. He already accepted his fate. They were never meant to be. They were supposed to be just friends. Until that fateful evening when Kuroo got drunk and kissed him. What now? SLIGHTLY AU.

Matt x Mello in the original Death Note universe after the death of L. Warning: Contains some swearing and triggers, being depression and suicidal thoughts. Also, I do not (unfortunately) own Death Note or any of the characters. Enjoy! "When I got to the apartment I changed into some boxers and one of Matt's hideous striped shirts because it smells like him, it smells like cigarette smoke and body spray. I never thought that that awful smell would end up being one of my favorites but it is, if only because to me, it smells like home. I lay on the bed, sobbing until I passed out. This isn't home, it never was. My home is a beautiful freckled red head with a video game addiction and only now do I realize that nowhere will ever be home again. It's taken me a really long time to realize but, home isn't, never was and never will be a house or an apartment or any place for that matter. Home is a feeling and I'm afraid that I'll never have that feeling again."