I'm not always sad and depressed. Sometimes I feel very calm and reviled. And I feel like I need to write some thoughts down that I have at those times so I can read them when I feel down again. And I'm sure there are some people that need some positivity in their lives so yeah as well.. here it is.

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)

Ryan Ross is moving again. This time, to Nevada. With his mom gone and his father pretty much always out or drunk, he doesn't care much about anything. He's completely unsold on the thought of going to a new school. Again. But will one person ((You all know who he is.)) change Ryan's mind?

"There was something so awfully strange about him that I don't think I could put it into words if I tried. He was so distant, so out of touch with the world around him. He could stare at something, and stare for hours, but never really see it. It was like he wasn't living in the same world as me. If I saw something solid and definite, to Gerard that something would simply be present in his vision but, somehow, not there at all. It was as if he lived in a state of continuous dream, like everything around him was solid but malleable under his palms if he needed it to be." -Frank, The Ghost Room.

Gerard Way has visions of Hell and predicted his grandmother's cancer three months before the doctors. Frank Iero was born in a church pew and doesn't fully understand how to be alone in his own head. They fall together, into a type of love that tastes like honey and buzzes like locust wings.

Gerard thought that committing suicide would finally end it: no more pain, no more sorrow-nothing. The last thing he expected was to wake up in Hell, reborn as a demon under Lucifer's control. He is planning on ending himself-for good this time-when he runs into an angel named Frank. Even though it is forbidden, he can't resist spending time with him, and before he even realizes what is happening, he has fallen in love with this mysterious angel. Little does he know that their innocent romance is a part of something much greater which could ignite an all-out war between Heaven and Hell. ~~~ *trigger warning for suicidal thoughts and actions, violent scenes, and character deaths* Completed

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR I thought it might be wise of me to say that the girl in this story has a plan to suicide. If this upsets you or has the possibility of triggering anything I suggest to read another one of my stories. ~~~ 'Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again.' I love those words. ........ I'm Fallyn, this is my story. Two weeks ago I went over to my friend’s house, only to find her dead. She'd slit her wrists the day earlier. This has brought me to realize that no matter what everyone dies in the end. Whether you're rich or poor, young or old, weak or sick. It doesn't matter if it's by murder, age, sickness, accident or suicide. Death is the ultimate equalizer and everyone gets a ride on that train at some stage. That's why I'm standing here, in my underwear, in the middle of the night at one of the highest bridges that I could find. The Widows Arch Bridge to be exact. In a couple of minutes I plan to jump, once I finish my cigarette it's bye bye world. Everything that I've needed to do has been done, I wrote a note and put it in my black duffle bag that was on the ground next to the wide railing that I was standing on. Someone would find it and take it to my Mum, I'd put her address on the note so she'd know what had happened to me. I said what I needed to...I hoped that she would be happy knowing that I'd done what felt right and ended my life. It's not like I was going to be of use to anyone. I didn't have a boyfriend or a family that cared much. Sure I had friends but they were nothing compared to my best friend Katelyn who I shared all my secrets and dreams with. But I didn't want anyone to miss me or save me, I was at peace with my decision. I don't want a savior. I've finished the final puff of my cigarette. I guess I should say goodbye now, I hope that you have a life that makes you happy. Those are my final words to you. So Long and Goodnight, Fallyn This plot and original characters are copyrighted©