So the title basically describes this.

"Look, I'm not gonna press any charges, just tell me what are you doing in my apartment at this hour of the night," Gerard asked with the calmest voice he could muster. The guy was cute, might even start flirting after figuring out what a cute guy like this was doing in his bed. "What am I doing in your apartment? What are YOU doing in my apartment?" He said, backing away more, clearly scared of Gerard. "No, no, no, no," Gerard shook his hands, starting to get annoyed, "THIS is MY apartment. I'm paying for it." He said in a way you'd talk to someone from the moon. "And so do I!" the guy snapped, "you better get the fuck out or I'm calling the cops." ꧁ꕥ꧂ Or where two people, one more different than the other, are forced to live together after being scammed.

"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]

If Frank was being honest, this summer had been one of his best yet. With his friends and boyfriend by his side, the bet finally out of the way, and a high-school diploma to his name -- he could pretty confidently say that he had all an eighteen-year-old boy could ask for. Unfortunately, he knows that all good things can't quite ever last, though, because August was ending quick -- and he knew that Gerard was set to head off to college any day now... Honestly, Frank really still had no idea what he was meant to do in life. Gerard seemed to have it all figured out in college, or, so Frank thought, with tales of new friends and successes. Yet, the latter was still left behind in Belleville to rot -- hesitant to dive headfirst into the unfamiliar world of adulthood, and snagged on the thought of; if Gerard could find his purpose, then why couldn't he find his? It was no secret, either, that distance was putting a strain between him and Gerard -- communication scarce, and the loneliness overwhelming the fragile pair. So, when Frank's offered a job down at his aunt and uncle's diner in Newark -- he accepts, ready to finally pull himself together, and to get his damn life started. The only lingering issue is: will distance bring Frank and Gerard closer together... or will it tear them -- or, rather, Gerard -- apart for good? [Sequel to Frank Iero's Ultimate Survival Guide to Winning (and Losing) Bets. Please go read that first, if you haven't yet!]

*Cover by @SeraphStarshine* Gerard Way has a bulletproof heart. It's withstood his parent's insults, his bullies' beatings, and the tragedy of his grandmother's death. But is it really impervious to Frank Iero's famous hollow-point smile? TW: bullying, verbal/emotional abuse, fighting (physical and verbal), underage drinking, underage smoking, sex, language, self-harm, low self/-esteem/-image/-worth, suicidal thoughts, rape/past rape, sexual assault, mildly illegal activities, drunk sex so iffy consent there Copyright: Automatic permission for translations/adaptations with credit back to me as, long as it is produced non-commercially, and plz tell me abt it and send a link!

((Basically this is one big messy gay bandom AU, features just about every ship in the emo trinity and a few more)) Frank is the only gay guy he knows, stuck in the rather restricting and conservative world of Catholic school with his two best friends and their Catholic upbringings, where his daily adrenaline hits come from smoking behind the art block with Jamia, who he reckons is on her path to being the next Lindsay Lohan. But then, things really do change, because perhaps Jamia's matchmaking abilities aren't quite as shitty as Frank reckons, and perhaps this 'social gathering' he's dragged along to, does have some benefit to him after all. And perhaps, Frank will draw a face to the name of Gerard - Mikey's older brother, who really despite living in the same town, is worlds away from the reality Frank's stuck in. And on the subject of the unlikely, will Mikey ever finally figure out that Alicia Simmons really doesn't give a fuck about croquet?