After being in a car accident that costs his mother her life, Pete begins to obsess over the boy in the other car. Pete visited the hospital everyday, where Mikey laid in a coma. Pete obsessed over him. He befriended Mikey's older brother, Gerard, who was also in the car. Often times when Pete was at there house, sleeping in Mikey's bed, he wondered: How could you love a person you'd never properly met?

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)

Someone said you only get one shot at life so make this shot count. I tired hard, but life is an interesting adventure. I get adopted by an enemy kidnapped by some old friends and meet some new people. Life isn't always what it seems for me.

Patrick Stump is one of little words, mostly because every time he tries to speak, it sounds and feels like a stone shoved down his throat. Patrick has Autism, and he's not really happy about it. It doesn't effect his grades.... Much. But his social life, that's a different story. It didn't help that he was bisexual. If you were different, you were labeled that way. Patrick had only three friends. Brendon, Hayley, and Gerard. That was all he needed. Until. Until Pete.

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

The Pocket Universe Effect - the feeling that nothing else outside your little bubble of reality can quite matter at all. One am on a Friday in June, admist quiet neighbourhoods of New Jersey, the Ieros are away on a night out and Frank and Gerard are sprawled out across Gerard's green anorak, without the capacity to care about anything other than the night sky and the way the stars reflect in each other's eyes.

"Gerard, what's going on? Gerard, please. Gerard, I need you. Gerard, stop this. I can't do this without you. What's happening? Please. Just listen to me." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: may be triggering for some individuals]

"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.

Former college roommates, Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump are seeing each other again for the first time in years. Too bad it couldn't be under better circumstances. Pete has cancer and Patrick is the lucky doctor he goes to. Will the love withstand the illness and be as strong between them as it was in college? Or will the changes that happened throughout the break keep them apart? The drama is extreme. Love triangles are all around and no one gets immunity from heartbreak. Enjoy! (Prepare yourself for tons of errors that I was too lazy to go back and fix)