Mikey feels asymmetric. His body is not what's it's supposed to be. Or at least not how Mikey wants it to be. He's stuck in what society calls a "girl's body". But Mikey is not a girl. Mikey is trans. He takes the opportunity to start new when moving to a new home. New school. New friends. New life. But will it be that easy?

Just two gay authors' insights into what the summer of like could have been for Pete and Mikey if either of them had GROWN SOME FUCKING BALLS. i mean, a petekey au ---- Co-written with the brilliant @captain-of-the-ships. (tbh she did everything)

Countless psychiatrists and doctors have attempted to break into Gerard's obsessive and disassociated world, tried to rationalise his behaviour and straighten out his distorted image of the universe. But all Gerard wants in life was to be high enough to touch the stars- and to understand why in the world his English teacher has the ability to make him feel like he's already up in the sky.

School is almost over, but the drama is just beginning. Frank and his friends couldn't be happier that the long-awaited Senior trip has finally arrived, even if it means the entire class, including the preps, the jocks, and the stoners are going. And where else would they be going other than the city that never sleeps; Las Vegas. But some of Frank's excitement deflates when he's assigned to room with the biggest jerk in school, Gerard Way. Nothing could be worse... until Frank wakes up in bed with Gerard, no memory of the night before, and a wedding ring. And let the drama begin... WARNING FOR HOMOPHOBIA AND HOMOPHOBIC LANGUAGE

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.

just fluff, cute sweetheart gerard & punk frank :3 hope you like it!

*Co-written with MyChemicalRachel* Frank is a student at university of south florida, living in a dorm all by himself. on a hot sleepless night, frank decides to go on twitter and pass the time going through his feed. he notices the account of a comic artist from new york and decides to find out more about this guy. but what happens when he gets more information than he was ready for?

Vegas, great place, nice weekend in the world famous Las Vegas, what more could you want? Frank plans to spend a busy weekend away in Las Vegas, gambling, drinking and getting laid. Easy really, gamble, get pissed, get laid. One thing everyone forgot to tell him, it's easy to get carried away. The biggest rule: Don't drink too much, you might land a little more than your bargined for; like a husband? Marriage turns out to be a lot harder to end than Frank had thought - his parents had done it pretty easily - especially when his husband wants to avoid divorce at all costs. Everything he once knew is changed when he's married to an artist, two people really couldn't be quite as different. But is being different a bad thing? Is being married as bad as Frank had originally thought? Possible smut, probable trigger warnings and drug abuse, definite alcoholism.

Frank's mother forces Frank to pick up the school weirdo after school and drop him back home during a snowstorm. That weirdo's name is Gerard.