Gerard Way is a ruthless killer,. His target, Frank Iero, is an assassin as well, and Gerard isn't sure if he can beat him. When they're suddenly forced to work together to survive, feelings start to develop, but will it get in the way of survival? Rated R for sexual content, swearing and violence

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Gerard Way is technically a 25 year old man with amazing art skills, an ex wife, and what he referred to as "mediocre singing talents." Frank Iero is a 23 year old male who is an all around musician. He enjoys coffee and cigarettes along with his recent liking of tea. Frank finds himself falling for his best friend, but will the secret Gerard has been keeping change that? *smut warnings *ddlb *may trigger some - caution *rikey side drabble

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 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)

"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.