Pete Wentz was an average guy, besides his size. His life was pretty normal, until the night his soulmate came tapping on his window.

Based on the I'm Not Okay (I Promise) music video by My Chemical Romance. **Triggers: abuse, suicide, mild bullying // plenty of warning given beforehand** 78, 829 words | 192 pages | 48 chapters | 4 parts

Marco is a new student at an art college and just as he is finished unpacking his things in his dorm, he gets a knock on the door from Jean. Jean got moved from a room, which he shared with Eren, his worst enemy, and ends up sharing rooms with the new boy. The two boys quickly become very close, and both develop feelings for the other, however neither of them know what the other is feeling. Will everything work out for the two? Or will this be one of the hardest times for the boys?

Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

((Basically this is one big messy gay bandom AU, features just about every ship in the emo trinity and a few more)) Frank is the only gay guy he knows, stuck in the rather restricting and conservative world of Catholic school with his two best friends and their Catholic upbringings, where his daily adrenaline hits come from smoking behind the art block with Jamia, who he reckons is on her path to being the next Lindsay Lohan. But then, things really do change, because perhaps Jamia's matchmaking abilities aren't quite as shitty as Frank reckons, and perhaps this 'social gathering' he's dragged along to, does have some benefit to him after all. And perhaps, Frank will draw a face to the name of Gerard - Mikey's older brother, who really despite living in the same town, is worlds away from the reality Frank's stuck in. And on the subject of the unlikely, will Mikey ever finally figure out that Alicia Simmons really doesn't give a fuck about croquet?