{*COMPLETED*} {* EDITING*} Y/n doesn't want to be alive anymore. Actually, no. The voices don't want her to be alive. With the voices and her family turning against her, she finally loses it. She finally decides its time for everything to end. But two boys stopped her. Little did she know, these boys would take her in and mend her broken pieces. Hell, little did she know that Mikey way would be the love of her life. With her boyfriend Mikey, and best friend Gerard (as well as Frank and Ray) Y/n gets back on her feet, continues her Youtube channel, and even ends up touring with My Chemical Romance. Because of Gerard, y/n gets a second chance at life. Because of Mikey, y/n gets a life full of love.

Everything was going smoothly. Twenty-two-year-old Gerard Way had just moved out on his own and landed a job doing what he'd always dreamed of: Art. But what he didn't expect was that one of his senior students would come along and shatter all his plans to being professional. "______, you're a lost case" Gerard said, lowering his head in disappointment. "Am I?" she asked, stepping closer. "Or are you the one who feels lost because of me?" TW: Teacher x student relationship. Mature scenes. Drugs and self-harm. Mommy issues.

Having some issues with family, (Y/n) runs away. Being found a pitiful young adult with a sense of rebellion, the girl is taken in. She gets brought into the small group of friends, who just so happens to have the new and upcoming band Panic! At The Disco. What will happen when (Y/n) falls for the broody yet lovable Ryan? This story starts in the first month of 2006! I will update this every Saturday, or will try!

In the scorched Zones beyond Battery City, Violet Violence rides with the Fabulous Killjoys-fighting, laughing, surviving. When the Better Living Industries show an unnerving interest in her abilities, she uses her newfound attention to the advantage of rebellion. But endangering herself in the process may drive her relationships to their limits.

Elizabeth Jennings had a great life till her parents died and she went to live with with her grandmother. When her Grandmother dies and there is no family that can take her in she goes into foster care. There her life has just went down hill being moved from one home to another. She has finally given up hope of family coming to take her. Soon it wouldn't matter anyway. Once she turns 18 her foster family was going to kick her out. WARNING - this story will have self harm and sexual scenes. I do not know or own any members of any band that may get put in here. This story is completely made out of my own dreams and thoughts. I did not write this to offend anybody that may be in the story.

[THIS STORY CONTAINS EXTREME LANGUAGE, DRUGS, ALCOHOL, SMUT, WEIRD DARK RANDOM HUMOR, READER BEING DOM 60% OF THE TIME, AND UNREALISTIC THINGS]♡ When you start a new music club, nobody wants to join. Exept for one boy, named Gerard. His dream to create a band one day, and you were his only help. While helping him accomplish his dream of becoming a singer, bullies come their way and ruin you both emotionally and physically. ♤Will this end tragically?♤

Gerard Arthur Way- Alcoholic Michael James Way- Anger issues/ recovering drug addict Raymond Toro- Anxiety Frank Anthony Iero- Suffers with self harming, Depression, anxiety and has survived many failed suicide attempts. "If you carry on drinking the way you are, I'm going to disown you, Ray will leave and Frank will probably end up killing himself, I know it's hard with Bandit staying at your ex girlfriend's but you need to get sober to win back your daughter!" TW- Abuse Rape Alcoholism Drug abuse Attempted Suicide Self harm Anxiety attacks Mention of child abuse IMPORTANT- THIS IS ONLY A FANFICTION!!!!

time travel/au fic warning - covers serious topics of abuse, suicide and self harm - You stared at the cellphone in your hand, the muted buttons, the brick-like structure before turning slowly to the calendar stuck on your wall. The numbers '2007' had never instilled such fear into you until now, and your entire apartment complex must've heard your deranged shriek of terror. Or, to make a long story short, wacky time-travelling shenanigans, that don't make sense, ensue, and you end up over a decade back in time, as a somewhat new, famous rock musician. Hijinks, humour and horror continue, as you attempt to find your way back to your correct time period without changing too much of the course of history, despite the fame, money and lifestyle tempting you to stay, Oh, and Gerard Way, frontman of one of your favourite bands as a teenager, seems to have taken an interest in you. - reader can be whatever gender/person you perceive them to be (or alternatively i'm not good at writing gendered stuff) - msi slander because jimmy urine is a piece of shit

time travel/au fic warning - covers serious topics of abuse, suicide and self harm. rewrite of a fic i wrote in 2022. much more serious and darker read, if you are prepared for that. - Staring down at the primitive Nokia 1200 in your shaking hand, fingers hovering over the chunky, dark buttons, your stomach gave the most rancid churn, as it began to dawn on you that this wasn't some kind of sick joke - thus, you twisted your head around so you could look at the calendar on your wall. The numbers '2007' had never felt like so much of an axe to your skull, and the entire building must have heard the way you fucking screamed. Or, you're sent back in time, to almost two decades ago, by an arrogant entity with a saviour complex, which gives you a new life as an up-and-coming rockstar in the late 2000's alternative scene. Despite being given everything the average joe would desire, your only priority is to claw your way back to 2025, and get far away from the leering hands of stardom, drugs, leeching tabloids and crushing expectations of Bush's America. But as more pressing matters take a hold, and you're pushed into the orbit of a thirty year old Gerard Way, the artist who you looked up to the most, you're forced to consider what would happen if you chose to stay instead - and what unintended consequences that might entail. - gender neutral reader - msi slander because jimmy urine can burn in hell

He was good looking, drove a sexy car and always had a girl on his arm, he seemed to be the ideal man to every girl's eye, but he was the complete opposite. My name is Taylor, and I am one of those girls he has on his arm. I wasn't put there willingly, no not at all, I was forced to be his pet, thats what he called me, what they all called us, pets "your a fucking pet!" he would scream at me "you don't talk back to me" then he would hit me across the face or shove me to the ground. Thats how he liked it, rough. The man who made me sick at his touch, tremble when I felt his prescene, when i felt his breath is Tom Kaulitz, Tom fucking Kaulitz. "No one stands up to me, I'm Tom Kaulitz" Why he's keeping me around, I have no idea, why he's put up with me for so long, I wouldn't have a clue, I thought he would of put a bullet in my head ages ago, just like the others. He was an invincible killer, an evil man that got away with anything, murder, rape, stealing, just because he could drive. Trigger warning: Some scenes may include rape and cutting/suicide attempts. (It contains mature subject and dark themes such as explicit kidnapping, murder and rape. There's also explicit sex scenes. Read at your own risk. This book is unedited so you'll find some grammatical errors) I do not own Tokio Hotel but I do own everything else, original characters, story line etc. © winternightz I am winternightz! I wrote this story 6 years ago on Mibba and it was a real hit, I am re-posting it due to writing a sequel and I felt I should share it with you guys, will be up soon! :) The sequel A Beautiful Lie is up now.