Do not read this unless you have read the main fic first! Everything will make more sense that way. Also, make sure you read this before you read the epilogue. Trust me, everything will make more sense if you read these in that order. Zero reflects on their life and memories before that fateful day.

The adventures of 'pretty boy' and 'dyke'. The story of the boy with the boobs who can pack a serious punch, and the girl with a dick and her all mighty powerful butt, and just how the two happen to meet and perhaps happen to fall for one another. And the two's battles against dysphoria, the foes of the judgemental gaze of the outside world, and sometimes themselves, sometimes even each other, but in the end, they both know from that very first moment, the first eye contact: it's the two of them against the motherfucking world. (Trans AU, FTM Frank & MTF Gerard)

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

A feel-good Ville Valo romance, with just the right amount of smuttiness. What happens when a 26 year old virgin with a broken mind, meets the ever so charming Ville Valo. Here's a little snippet of what's in store for you guys. "One of his hands shot up from my ass to my hair, and grabbed it roughly between his fingers, jerking my head to the side. A gasp mixed with a moan hitched in my throat, at the sudden pain in my scalp. A pain I realized, I actually kind of liked. Our lips separated with a wet smack, and he attacked my neck, feasting on my sensitive flesh, leaving his mark on me. He kissed his way back up my neck, licking along the shell of my ear. I almost didn't recognize his voice, it was hoarse and so low. Almost like a growl. "God you are so sexy." I felt his heated words as a hot damp breath against my ear, and I bit my lip. His hand let go of my hair, and trailed down my front, stopping on my breast. He didn't move it for a couple of seconds, awaiting my response. I jerked my hips hard against his arousal, longing for more pressure at my now soaking core, and for him to touch me." Disclaimer: I don't own Ville Valo, or anything affiliated with H.I.M or other famous people mentioned in this story. Warning: this will eventually become very smutty

Authors note: Hey guys and dolls and all others this is going to be oneshots of any kind Horror NSFW Fluff Ect. Just tell me the band member(s), a description of which type you want and any specifics you want in the story in the comments or in a message

Alix is just another average white girl in a poorly written Crown The Empire fanfiction. But can a generic love interest, a Mexican, two potheads, an alcoholic, and an irrelevant blonde change all this?

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.

All the facts you should know about Pierce the Veil :) Note: There is an Italian translation for this story that can be found in my reading list.

ALL OF THIS PROOF IS NOT MINE, I GOT IT FROM THIS WEBSITE: http://ierodorable-way.tumblr.com/post/120124740008/who-is-pete-wentz-writing-songs-about BUT IT'S REAL