Pete is put in charge of the family business when his father becomes ill. He runs a tight ship but only because it was his father's wish. What he really wants is the FBI agent who practically fell into his lap.

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

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)

These are just frerard oneshots honestly. A lot of them are smutty, I must say.

A Frerard fanfic. (GOING TO RE EDIT BECAUSE MY WRITING WAS AWFUL 5 YEARS AGO AND MAY ADD MORE) Frank is the new kid at school. He gets bullied on his first day and Gerard comes to his rescue. Was it love at first sight? Did it last? Later on when his gramps dies of unrecognized cancer will Frank start his addictions again? Can Gerard save him? Find out...

Gerard Way meets a new guy in his school, and tries to guide him for the first few days. Of course, it all spirals downhill (and uphill!) from there.

Want to have a cringe attack? Read this. One of those really common college fanfics of which the gay couple walk into each other and all that shit. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- * Non-Music fic. In this world (much like ours) MCR is not together *Multiple POV *Only read if you can stand chapters shorter than Bullets Frank. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Proper Summary: Gerard is an art major struggling to pay for his tuition, even with a scholarship. Frank is a music major and the son of the principle at a rivaling college. When the two meet in the bleachers at a football game it's not just the ball that's up in the air. What could possibly happen?

~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.

Very depressed and on the edge of committing suicide, Frank is surprised he even manages to meet two people who don't judge him at all. Will he get better? Or will he still suffer from the pain and finally do what he has wanted to do for a very long time? It's only matter of minutes... But, don't waste your time. (Frerard story. If you don't ship Frerard or you think this may be very unsatisfying... Get the fuck out.) (You may read if you don't ship Frerard, but have interest in the stories' plot. But, I don't want to hear any shit. I don't have a life. That is exactly why I write Frerard stories.)

Pete Wentz was used to late night hook-ups, drunken kisses, and getting on his knees. For anyone. Mikey Way was used to coffee cups, The Smiths, and hearing about his brother's boyfriend every second. So why Pete Wentz ended up writing Mikey Way a song and performing it at a house party was beyond everyone.