~HAS BEEN REWRITTEN. CHECK OUT BORN TO LOSE 2.0---- The boy hadn't even seen Gerard coming towards him until Gerard stepped on a fallen branch, making a 'crunch' sound. Gerard screamed a silent 'fuck' in his head as the boy's tear streaked face snapped up, locking eyes with Gerard's. His intense hazel eyes held so many emotions it was hard for Gerard to distinguish whether the boy was doing this out of anger or sadness, "Go away," the words were laced with venom but they also shook with emotion so strong that Gerard wanted to cry as well.

{*COMPLETED*} {* EDITING*} Y/n doesn't want to be alive anymore. Actually, no. The voices don't want her to be alive. With the voices and her family turning against her, she finally loses it. She finally decides its time for everything to end. But two boys stopped her. Little did she know, these boys would take her in and mend her broken pieces. Hell, little did she know that Mikey way would be the love of her life. With her boyfriend Mikey, and best friend Gerard (as well as Frank and Ray) Y/n gets back on her feet, continues her Youtube channel, and even ends up touring with My Chemical Romance. Because of Gerard, y/n gets a second chance at life. Because of Mikey, y/n gets a life full of love.

After 3 years I am back to work on finishing this story oops

THE COLLAPSED SAGA: BOOK 1 ❛ No one knows, the pain you left behind. ❜ Because even though the whole world had collapsed around her, she had never felt more alive. For when the world died, that was when she started living. the walking dead season 3 - 6 | daryl dixon x oc | paul rovia "jesus" x oc | cover by pepperronys | ©️ unlockyourmind

"No feelings," you say. "You mustn't have feelings" His ice cold blue eyes, his signature crossbow and his bike. You fear the living and the dead. Especially after you've been captured by dirty, dirty people. Daryl's saved your ass twice already. You need him. One. More. Time. ((Completed and is soon to be edited))

Daryl was always the emotionless one. Unless something bad happened to someone he loved, he'd never usually let any emotion slip through. But when he was around y/n, that wasn't the case. They knew each other like the back of their hands and were usually always by each other's sides. This was no different when the apocalypse broke through. ~~~ Hey hey hey you know the drill I don't own any of the characters in this show because if I did you'd know so thanks

"Hi I'm Y/N" I said while stretching out your arm for him to shake it. "Larry, my names Larry." He said with a smirk and I swear my heart skipped a beat. HELLOOOOO EVERYONEEEE so I know there isn't a lot to do with sallyface which sucks because it is such a good game so I'm here to make a story with larry and the reader, now in the story we will have all the characters in it like sally, told, travis, ash, Neil, etc. I really hope you guys enjoy this because shit will be going everywhere in this story.

I thought moving to Addison Apartments was going to be the worst thing to happen to me. Unfortunately, I was right.

(Y\N) moves to Nockfell, expecting it to be peaceful and not so full of drama and crime. Though, Its the opposite. Opening up hasn't been too easy until you met Larry and Sal, who live in the same apartment complex as you, Sal has a cool prosthetic mask, and he's super chill, Larry is Handsome, Creative, hard-working, and Caring. You think you have a crush on him. (Will not directly be following the Game's storyline, but will use parts of it to reference the time frame) (This is my first fan fiction! Please don't come at me!) Based off the game "Sally Face" by PortableMoose EDIT (APRIL 5TH 2020): This is a FINISHED STORY. I will not be updating it any farther than this. I wrote this in 7th grade months BEFORE chapter 4, so not everything is accurate. But then again this is a fanfic and it doesn't matter LMAO. Thank you for the votes and Reads. I appreciate it!

Don't listen to her. the death was instant, they said. but you can still smell the rot and shit, the smell of the car. Stop listening to her. the mans pulpy remains, the brain stuck in your hair. he was going too fast. She won't stop speaking, taunting. now here you are, in your grandmothers apartments ready to start anew. The two boys intrigue you, but will they be like every other male you have met? will they run their fingers up your spine, whisper sweet nothings- that make you want to vomit? hopefully, you can wash away your past. like that of writing in the sand; cleansed by the sea.