Fic 3/3 Read fic 1, Finding A Way | Adopted by Gerard Way Read fic 2, A Way Back Home | Adopted by Gerard Way (Book Two) Evelyn Way didn't want kids. At least, she thought she didn't want kids, until she and her wife, Emerald, had to babysit Emerald's sister's daughter while Ruby and her husband spent a weekend away o...
Fic 2/3 Read fic 1, Finding A Way | Adopted by Gerard Way. Evelyn found a way and now she's back and truly better than ever. She doesn't believe in luck, but that doesn't mean she doesn't hope it exists. It all starts with a letter. • • • #1 in the #way tag 04/05/22
Fic 1/3 Evelyn always got by on her own. She didn't need anyone else, and when she had them it'd always end in betrayal, they'd turn their backs on her, and she was alone once again. Why wouldn't they leave? It wasn't until she got adopted that she thought maybe some people aren't so bad. • • • #1 in #raytoro 01/06/20...
After a failed suicide attempt, 15 year old Alexa is abandoned by her parents. That is, if you could consider them parents in the first place. She has been living in a psychiatric ward in New Jersey for a little over 3 months. The only escape she has from her past, depression, and suicidal thoughts is the guitar in th...
Tic. Tac. Elle a dix ans. Elle attend. Un jour, elle partira. L'horloge tourne. Tac. Tic. Tic.
n'était-ce pas un cadre idyllique dans cet havre de paix ? - cadavre | janvier 2022 |
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« - Tu es un arc-en-ciel et je suis daltonien.» _______________________________ Olivia succède dans toutes les sphères de sa vie et respire le bonheur. Henry, quant à lui, broie du noir, parle couramment le silence et semble uniquement apprécier la compagnie des vinyles qu'il classe au magasin de musique du coin. Si c...
"Je sens le tiraillement, timide, de ma vie qui se vide dans la mer, qui me tire vers le bord, qui m'allonge sur le sable, avec les vagues qui me caressent le visage et me chuchotent mon corps brûlé." Un soir de juillet. Il fait chaud, trop chaud. Maman est belle, beaucoup trop belle pour que ce soit vrai.