~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.

TRIGGER WARNING: There is cutting/suicide attempts/ blood. If any of this stuff triggers you please don't read it. Thanks!

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

"Only douche bags wear sunglasses inside." "If I knew what one looked like, I might agree."

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!]]

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"I can't wait to see everything, the colors, the shapes..but wait I'm forgetting something." "What are you forgetting Tyler?" "I can't wait to see you." [NOT EDITED]. this is my first fic and I know it's not good but oh well what we gonna do. This could've been sooooo much better but like seeing as I did this when I was like 13. I regret

in a world where your moods are visible above your head, displayed through pictures and icons, it's impossible to hide your true feelings. however dan howell seems to be lacking this. labelled as an emotionless freak, dan is outcasted because his moods are never visible. that is, until an endlessly happy boy named phil wonders why.

"This is it for me. I get it. Nobody wants me. Nobody cares. So why should I? Just close my eyes and everything will be over," I say. I step forward. Nothing bellow me. There was someone above me holding my hand as I'm hanging 100 stories from the ground. "I care," he says. Sequel: S.L.U.T. ~ Brallon

josh's goal is to seduce this so called straight boy. (don't read this it's so cringeworthy)