Gerard way (17) goes through each day of his life feeling like a zombie. Each day is the same kind of torture filled with nightmares and pain, until he meets Frank, only this isn't the first encounter between Gerard and Frank. Gerard's seen Frank before but he can't work out how or where. Everything about Frank is co...
Emma is a small town girl. She doesn't have any friends, due to her Social Anxiety and she has know idea how to help it. But on her first day at her new job at Hot Topic, all her problems will vanish just because of one boy named Gerard Way. (TRIGGER WARNING)
"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 so...
Gerard is a single parent now, finally matching paces with his best friend, Frank, who is also a single parent. Lindsey and Gerard aren't worse off than Jamia and Frank, and maybe Gerard's thankful for that. He's also thankful for Frank, who's always there for him. *I don't own anything except the plot and my own made...
Death is something most people think will happen when their old, the lucky ones. Sadly, I'm one of those unlucky ones. I feared death, but the more closer it came the less I feared it. Gerard has cancer, and he is 100% he's going die but what happens after death? Will he escape death?
Everyone from Fall Out Boy to Panic! At the Disco to the creation of My Chemical Romance is in the school of arts. Basically it's a school to perfect your talents and become famous artist or musicians. *Includes many ships*
"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’m… I-I I’m sorry…” that’s the only thing I manage to choke out. Nobody ever caught me self harming. “You’re always so fucking sorry Gee. Save it, it doesn’t change anything.” He says and his hand wraps around my arm again. “Can I? Please?” he asks, puppy eying me again. This time, I don’t resist. I let him pull my...
