Methane Skies |  Frerard

Methane Skies | Frerard

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My Chemical Romance
Melanie Martinez
*Based along the line of my Joshler fanfiction, Hometown* Gerard Way is.... eh.... not your average teenager. He lives with about six other people, all of which around his age, each like him, with odd powers. Gerard? He had the worst, and most destructive power of them all: Unrestricted Murdering. He could basically kill anything that he desired to. Literally, anything. You name it. Boundaries between dimensions? Done. All futures besides the one he desired? Done. Sure, he has his flaws. Just another messed up kid in this messed up world. But, when he meets Frank Iero, his whole life changes. (Ha ha such a cheesy last sentence and sorry for the terrible description.)
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Gerard Way x female reader (Three Cheers Era) ~ Warning: self harm, mentions and attempts of suicide, alcohol/drug use ~ Y/n and Gerard grew up together, but not as friends. They despised each other and the universe seemed like it was trying to get them to get along. Unfortunately, we don't always get what we want, and that's the hard truth. They slowly start to realize that they're basically copies of each other and that they're practically hating themselves; we love ourselves, not hate. ~ "Uh," Frank gestures to his legs, "yeah." "That's a slay." Mikey chimes in. "Slay?" He looks confused. "It means good. Awesome. Slay." "I'm definitely not slaying then."

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