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Many people see Jack as a loud, happy, and bright kid. He's always wearing bright, pastel sweaters, flower crowns, and such. But along with that... band-aids. Not even his YouTube community knows what happens when the camera's off... However, one day, a new kid shows up. He makes friends with Jack, but starts to notice a change in his attitude and tone. He knows something's wrong... His name is Mark. Will Mark figure out what's happening to Jack? Will it get spread around school or stay a secret? And more importantly... Will Jack be okay? TRIGGER WARNINGS! The following story will contain: Parental Abuse Depression Cutting (mentioning of) The FEELS Cussing Anorexia

The life of an angel isn't as easy as the earth beings depict it to be. We too get stressed out. -Johnny Seo Fanfiction Highest rank #48: Johnnyseo #7: Johnnyfanfic

After 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞's death, she found very little love in music anymore. Singing for shows every night at the Holly Wood Ghost Club was draining it even more. But that all changes when her best friend, Willie, brings three musical phantoms to the club one night. As time passes, Victoria notices herself getting close to the one and only, 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. Will he teach her how to feel connected to music again? Read as they find out... ⋙♫♪ •👻• ♪♫⋘ 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍: ⚠️ THIS STORY IS DISCONTINUED! ⚠️ I 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 own any of the original JATP characters or the original plot. I only own Victoria & any other characters you don't recognize as well as the edits of Victoria and Luke. Strong language. I don't own any of the gifs. • Cover made by me • Republished: 11 • 22 • 22 Discontinued: 07 • 27 • 23

A Depressed! Miku x Suicidal! Reader. "I'm nothing but a waste of space..." (Y/N) keep questioning himself why he even exist in the world when people bringing him down. Over and over again th question keeps playing in his mind like a broken tape. In the end, (Y/N) decided to end his life...will he? WARNING: This story will contain self-harm like suicide and bully and...a lot waves of emotions... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My first Vocaloid x Male reader! Hope you enjoy ^.^ Compitable with OCs and female reader (if you really want to). §Based on a song§ 'Self-Inflicted Achromatic' by nekobolo feat. Hatsune Miku

Mark Fischbach meets Ethan Nestor when he dies in a sudden car crash, only to wake up in a dark void. A year before this, he was told that he had a year left to live by someone who had also previously died and gone into a similar void. Mark is tasked with guiding Ethan, the only person from the outside world that can see and communicate with him, into accepting that he only has a year left to live. Ethan Nestor, a 17 year old kid who struggles with depression and anxiety along with ADHD, lives a dull life absent of any purpose or motivation. He's convinced himself his life is one without meaning, and that he was born just to be buried. So one day, when he decides to end it all, he is frankly surprised by the sudden apparition of his dead idol, Mark Fischbach, who tells him he has a whole year left to live. Ethan must work with himself to find a meaning to life, and on the way he teaches Mark a thing or two about living as well. Both people are forced to find the perfect balance of life before it's too late, and then pass it on to the rest of the world. TW: Suicide, Bullying, Death, Depression. If any or all of these affect you on a personal level, please refrain from reading. Cover Pic Credit: https://www.reddit.com/r/UnusAnnus/comments/gcfma9/unus_annus_fan_art_im_super_proud_how_this_came/

↳ #JOHNTEN. [COMPLETED] ¡! ❀┊ ❝ everybody betting that we don't make it; guess we gotta leave it up to luck now... ❞┊ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - when chittaphon visits a street painter with psychic abilities, he doesn't expect to find out that his soulmate is one of the most famous people in south korea... ✎...엔시티 ⓒCARATOLOGY, 2022 - 2023

🏆 ORIGINAL CONTEMPORARY NOVELLA FAVORITE - THE AMBYS 2025 🏆 I would not mind leaving this hell for another. Because I could not care less if I throw away my life of failure and inadequacy as long as you were with me. I was another stranger, another faceless being in the tapestry of your dreams. And you held my heart like a guitar peg, twisting and twisting until I snapped. Playing with my strings until my sound tore to shreds and I vanished into the mere noise of the world. And I did not mind it. Because when you met my eyes, I thought I saw myself reflected in yours. But it was not me who was there. It was my own hell. ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2023 (First Edition) [10,000 - 15,000 words] [All graphics are made by @sardonictabby] C/TW: Contains discussion about suicide and depression. Read at your own risk.

Simply exhausted of all colour. Wasted. I didn't lie down. I didn't blink. I just sat there, staring into nothingness, waiting for something to materialise into my vision. Something. Anything. I had kept Sherlock away. Kept him away from his death, for so long. So long. Little did I know, all he needed was a little jump from a rooftop. It wouldn't take me long either, would it? I wasn't going to die. I needed relief. I needed disconnection. Disorientation. Oblivion. Ignorance. Because ignorance is bliss. It was in my hand, now. Like vengeance disguised in forgiveness. Breathe. Steady. Hold. Control. . . . Now. Pain shot through my arms and my palms, like my nails were being pulled out. It spread like fire, like ice cold fire, still burning like coals. My limbs were numb. I fell onto the bed, my mouth pressed into the sheet at an odd angle. I was too fatigued to change it. Too drowned to change it. Drowned too deep. To change anything. I'd never done this. Was I going to die? It'd be better if I died. What would that feel like? Flying? Better that this I suppose. Don't you think, Sherlock? [TW: IF YOU ARE STRUGGLING WITH PTSD SCHIZOPHRENIA DEPRESSION ANXIETY PANIC DISORDERS DRUGS OR ARE TRIGGERED BY ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE PROCEED WITH DISCRETION. GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF NEAR- SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND VIOLENCE AND ZERO CLOSURE LIKE LITERALLY NO CLOSURE]

|| MATURE THEMES || "And you say "Did you even notice, that I, began, to bleed?" And it all goes out of focus, and I hear you start to scream. Help me. Help me. Why won't you help me?" - flatsound - "Well I was at a friend's, and that's the only answer your going to get, so quit asking!" I snap, and he just sits there in disbelief. I not only hated when people asked questions they already know the answer to, because it seems like they're trying to be smug about it, or have some egotistical strong belief that they know everything. "Help me, help you. I don't fully understand where you're coming from, but I'd like to get your perspective on things. We're going to be around each other for awhile so just open up a bit. I know your irritated because you don't want help, but nothings wrong with at least trying to explain what's happening." I was a bit taken back with his response, it was like my heart yearned to pour out all my secrets, and the deepest darkest thoughts that I keep hidden was threatening to spill out from my mouth. "We've known each other for what? Three days? And you think we have some unbreakable bond?" My body screamed to stop, but it was like first instinct. To push the people who love me, away, and people who want to get to know me better, away. Though I don't exactly enjoy this part of myself, but I know in my heart, that if I get involved with him, it'd only break my heart. ✙✙✙✙ STARTED : September 26, 2023 FINISHED : October 1, 2023 ✰✰✰✰ #6 johnnieguilbert 09/30/23 #174 depressing 09/30/23 #42 sad romance 09/30/23 #62 readatyourownrisk 09/30/23 #25 youtuberxreader 09/30/23 #5 probation 09/30/23 #4 housearrest 09/30/23