"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]

Those brown eyes stared up into Frank's unwavering gaze. Frank's eyes held no emotion as he twisted the knife, causing the man underneath him to let out a whimper, a warm liquid staining Frank's hand.

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)

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)

where a boy named frank leaves his kik info in a bathroom urinal at 7/11.

"i did all that stupid shit to make you smile."

My Chemical Romance and The Used have been touring for a few weeks with months to spare, but when Gerard's boyfriend calls up on him every second and when Bert's struggling with addiction things start to get complicated. (Pretty much the only Gerbert fic where Bert isn't portrayed as an abusive asshole) Edit: ok I started this years ago when my writing was terrible and I was fairly young so be warned that the first 5 or 6 chapters probably have a large amount of errors and a pretty juvenile writing style, hopefully I'll go back over those chapters and edit them but for now they're not gr8 so be warned

we've all read the milk fic. and we've all regretted it.

If you couldn't distinguish reality from dream anymore, you would go mad too. -- Gerard has flashes of another life he thinks he is living in parallel to his real one, but which one is the real and which one is just a dream ? And is it really worth living the ' real' life when the dream one seems better? Because of a certain gay tattooed midget. Angst. Trigger warning on one chapter only. Finished

Frank Iero and Gerard Way's KIK messages -trystan