You get to go to your first every MCR concert .. a dream come true and everything is perfect. Well until the end... Disclaimer: This story includes self harm, depression and quite mature themes so if you could suffer from this either don't read it or talk to me because I am always here if you want to rant
(I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS IN SEVENTH GRADE SO PLEASE BEAR WITH THIS) (Written in 2016) You are a lone killjoy who met a random guy who turns out to be a killjoy too. Is it possible you two will find love? Warning: this was my first ever fanfic so it's complete shit and cringe
THIS IS DISCONTINUED I wrote this when I was actually 13, it holds a special place in my heart as the first ever writing that I put my heart and soul into so I'm keeping it up, just deleting all the cringe a/n's where I was just being a whiny 13 yo and whatnot. Still love mcr, but writing fic about real people just is...
(Gerard Way x Reader) After cutting costs for months and practically working herself to the bone, (Y/n) finally gets to go to an MCR concert with her friends. One thing happens to another, and all of a sudden we find (Y/n) in a situation she never thought she'd be in. What will happen? Who knows? Definitely not me.
