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You're just a small trans boy who adores Markiplier, your hero. But when you finally get the chance to meet him, it all goes wrong...or does it? Trigger Warning: Mentions of suicide, depression and other touchy subjects, if you are sensitive IN ANY WAY to topics such as these, I recommend not reading this. (Y/N) = Your Name (F/C) = Favorite Color (H/C) = Hair Color (E/C) = Eye Color (L/N) = Last Name (Y/C) = Your Country (B/F) = Best Friend (D/N) = Dead Name (U/N) = User Name

Max was very different -- but in a unique way. That much Justin could figure out. He just couldn't figure out what was different about her. There was something about her that drew him closer and he just had to figure that out. But what happened when he found out? Did he discover he was way in over his head? Max tried to stay to himself for the most part. He hated the idea of someone calling him a girl to his face. Just the mere thought sent him in a spiral -- he wanted to take the thing out of his pocket to make him focus on something else. But he didn't. Often. Especially since he noticed the kind-eyed kid in the front of his class noticing him more and more. He didn't know what the boy wanted -- he didn't think it could be good. But what happened when he decided to trust him? Would he regret it? *Rated mature because of the topic -- there will also be self-harm and cussing and other things like that. Read at your own risk. *Story has been edited

'You know, we're the same in that way', he said. 'We're both broken.' Aiden and Jonathan have been best friends for years. While Jonathan struggled with a new physical disability and Aiden fought battles against his own mind, the two helped each other survive, whether that meant managing long days at school, dealing with their parents, or simply getting through life. But after a terrible incident, Aiden is left to face the world alone, with his own thoughts trying to drown him at every waking moment. While the loneliness gives him time to reflect on his past, Aiden questions the choices he has made that resulted in this, knowing that he can never tell anyone what really happened last Friday... *Trigger Warnings: contains mentions and depictions of suicide and self harm. More in depth TW's can be found in the chapter 'Information'.*

Ethan was... not at a good place, quite honestly. Because, well, it wasn't like there was any hope for him in the future. His channel was failing, he had no friends, and the experimental gap year he had taken was... not doing the best. May as well kill himself now before everything got worse (if that was even possible). But, of course, his future was bright. Ethan just didnt know that yet. And if the entity that appeared in (what was supposed to be) his final hour had any say in this, Ethan definitely wasn't going to die tonight. He just needed hope. TW for self harm, depression, and suicide, especially in the first chapter (everything's better by the end, just be warned). Please stay safe as you read this, for both of our sakes.

!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.

"What if I'm not one?" I asked, my body wound tight with tension. "One what?" he asked, his voice soft and low. I hesitated. Was I ready? I wanted to tell him so badly. Wanted to scream it from the fucking rooftops. But there would be no going back if I allowed the words to spill out into the world. Telling myself I didn't need someone else's validation, that I knew myself well enough to know with absolute certainty that I was trans was all good and well in principle. But lying here underneath my bed, with my best friend's body pressed so close to mine I could feel his warm breath on my face, I felt those convictions slip through my fingers. Danny's rejection would break me. In a fundamental way. "One what?" he repeated the question, scooting so close to me the tip of his nose brushed mine. Dust motes danced around us, suspended in mid air, teetering on the brink of this momentous feeling wrapping itself around us. I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing down the rush of anxiety trying to drown me. His nose bumped mine again and his breath ghosted over my lips. I opened my eyes and stared unblinkingly into his. 'A girl', I wanted to say, even though I knew the words would taste sour in my mouth, 'what if I'm not a girl?' -------------------------------------- Sean and Danny have been next door neighbours and best friends since they were six years old. They've shared almost everything. From first kisses and crushes to heartbreak. But Sean has a secret. One he's never shared with his best friend - who's also the guy he's been in love with since he's known what love is. Sean is trans and struggling to come out. But it's Senior year and choices have to be made. Between college applications, uncovering a plan to hurt one of their classmates and his relationship with Danny, Sean is struggling with doing the right thing and graduating high school in one piece. ⭐to cross oceans for is PART I of Sean and Danny's story⭐ *TW: sexual assault and bullying *

"Skylar...what about my brother?" The young brunette asked. "I don't give a fuck. I was taught to go after what I want. I want you." Skylar stated leaning in. They didn't pay attention to the eager eyes around them. They only cared for each other. "Okay..." Jasmine agreed. So what if she was her brothers best friend? The heart wants what it wants. Who are you to go against it?

After suffering abuse at the hands of his father, experiencing a huge loss, and being thrown into foster care along with his younger sister, teenage boy Thomas Aguiar has been put through hell, and can't imagine a life without pain. Even after escaping the abuse, in his head, he still can't escape from his father's words. ------ Total Word Count - 9,106 Words Completed - No ------ The Following Trigger Warnings May Apply to Some Or All Chapters- Referenced/Mentioned Child Abuse, Implied Homicide, Mentioned/Referenced Self Harm, References and Descriptions of Eating Disorders

*WARNING* Mention of suicide Blood/violence Homophobic slur Death. Lots of death. Murder and betrayal ~ "James?" I asked. He dropped his scythe. "No. Nononono. This is a mistake. You're a mistake." "James what the hell? You were dead! What's going on!?" "I am dead, idiot. You're dead too--" "Oh my god, my mom's going to kill me," "Looks like someone already beat her to it," he said. I gaped. "I'm your-- dammit-- your guide." ~ James Abbatiello, a 17 year old committed suicide. It might've been Ricky's fault. At least, a little bit. Then something else unfortunate happened. Ricky also died, getting into a fight with the people who practically killed James. Now, James has to lead Ricky through the In Between to get to The dead world, AKA Tamir, but there are many obstacles they need to face, including birds trying to eat them, wolves and bees, and fighting their own shadows on top of a train. ~ Also I'm writing this with a friend, so it's not just my work. Also she drew the original cover and the updated version (LOOK AT IT ITS SO GOOD 😭😭😭) and yeah so thank you Lucy uwu ♥️🙏