When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||

Mark's a shy introverted junior that has no friends and is basically forgotten. But on the first day of school he meets someone that changes his life forever and shows him the true meaning of being in between. (Cover by @_ifeellikeshit) (Updates: Whenever)

Ethan glared at the package of chips halfheartedly, desperately trying to keep his hands from reaching out and tearing the bag open as though his life depended on not eating the cheesy snack. He wanted them (god did he want them), but he knew he couldn't live with the repercussions. It was mildly concerning, a small part of him thought, considering he had never thought about the "repercussions " of food before. - - - - - Ethan's attitude towards his body lately has been pretty worrisome, so I decided to write a fic where that was taken to the extreme.

~Second Story to Red and Blue~ Cover by Me :) **SPOILERS** After Mark's mother died, he has been in a constant state of depression, never leaving his foster parents house and only having his close friend/ sister to keep him from giving up, constantly reminding him that Ethan will find him. Ethan still got abused, but his stepfather tried his best to protect him from his vicious mother. Even in his darkest moments he was reminded by himself and Shelby (his best friend) that he'd find Mark again. Eventually they will reunite but how?

When Mark gets sent to Camp Evergreen, he expects to make friends. When he meets Ethan, Mark realises that his new friend just might be someone special. Ethan is abused and unloved, cycling between suicide and desperate clinging until he meets Mark. When he does, he drops it and tries forget. This could be the best two weeks of both of the boys' lives.

This is the story of how I fell in love with someone. Someone who I now realize I shouldn't have fallen in love with. Not because of him, and not because of me, but because of the world we lived in. This is the story of how my heart got broken. Not because of him, or because of me, but because of the people around us. This is the story of those summer months, those summer months where I didn't care about anything else but him. Those 3 months that rolled around every year over and over again, those months where the mornings were late, and the nights seemed to go on for hours and hours. Where the weather was warm and fuzzy, and the sun covered the sky for so long. This is the story of me, of my life, and of the person who changed myself forever. This is the story of my 06, 07, and 08.