time travel/au fic
warning - covers serious topics of abuse, suicide and self harm
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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
just a few delinquents at school 😇
A Gerard way x reader, however there will be some drama with other boys. I will try to make it a good read.
Sorry, the first few chapters were written 2+ years ago.
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"I'm sorry. I guess I should've listened to that part of me that told me it would never work."
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⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ Mental health stuff and cringe- sorry fam
Anyway, this is all a bit of fun; don't take anything to seriously. If you're going to shit on this book, the door is waiting for you - but if it's constructive criticism or you want it to be taken down feel free to comment or DM me. I totally get it and I'll do so straight away.
stated : 26th March 2018
completed : 8th February 2021
(that's fucking three years kids)
It takes about two hours to read, start to finish and has over 30,000 words all together - I know some people like that information.
It's a relief to have this finished now, I can finally move on from the bad times in my life that made me write it for comfort.