Set in a world where MCR never happened. Gerard Way is a comic writer and artist, and tends to spend most of his free time in his favourite coffee shop, listening to his music and sketching out new ideas. One day, a tattooed stranger catches his eye. Disclaimer: This story IS NOT mine (although I did make the v shitty cover) and this is just a repost. I'm not posting this to pretend like it's mine, I reposted this because it's such a good story and it's not on Wattpad, so I thought I should share it. (Although it is a bit old) Also apparently the author has mysteriously disappeared from the site they were originally posting on, so if you have any information about that please contact me, but this is the only fic that I have. All credit goes to the original author of this story. Who was littleblackghost on ao3 (?) I think.. --If you are the creator and you wish for this to be removed, please contact me and I will so-- P.S. Sorry for the really short chapters... This story originally had no chapters, just like a normal book (I guess) but I wanted this story to have chapters even though it's really short in the first place! And sorry it's badly separated Idk what I'm doing Imma noob don't hurt me