Mcrx Stories

I hate you all.

The fall of mcr.

IT'S UPON US IF WE LIKE IT OR NOT! Just thought i could make something to help us get through the day *********G NOTE WARNING*********

Have you ever told a lie so many times that even you started to believe it? Frank is lonely. There's no way around that. It's a fact. Things haven't been the same since Gerard.. well... yeah. His friends either seem too distant or too up close and personal. And he is lost, so so lost. His life seems to be doing nothing but spiralling downwards as he plummets into another wave of deep depression over a boy he just never got over, and now with things being shook up again, he doesn't know who or what to believe. Is he to trust his heart? Or trust his brain? But even his head seems to be quite misleading and unreliable recently. -Just as like a side note, it probably becomes obvious in the book, but the stuff that's written in bold italics is stuff Gerard has said in the past. It's supposed to be striked through with a line, but Wattpad doesn't allow that idk why-

pour salt on your wounds / extremely fucked up gerard way/ frank iero fanfiction

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Just some one shots! WARNING!: Smut,suicide,MCR breakup, and more! Reader discretion is advised

I loved him. I loved how his lips contoured to hold a cigarette, or how those same ashy lips met perfectly with those of my own. I loved his beautiful mind, I loved sitting with him and working out his emotions by the facial expressions he pulled. I loved how he would always wake up a few minutes after me, and I would have just enough time to make a pot of coffee and get him a cigarette ready for the day. I loved him. Correction: I love him.

idek heck

instagram au inspired by @thisisryanross gee posts aesthetics frank posts nature at night -

Gerard loves his new job at the Kick's Diner. All those roller skating lessons from when he was younger finally paid off. Working a 10 hour shift on rollerskates didn't feel the best, but it paid the bills for the tiny, grimy apartment he lived in. Frank is the son of a very rich father who happens to own a little less than half the business's in New Jersey, including the Kick's Diner. It's one of the places not many people go to. Frank goes to the place on a daily because of the simplicity, secrecy, and of course, the hot new waiter. When Frank starts taking notice of the new waiter and how well he seems to do on those skates, will Gerard still be able to keep his job, or will he end up skating his way into a gigantic mess?

*t a k i n g r e q u e s t s* *sing it for the ones that hate your guts*

I found a bunch of really funny and some embarrassing encounters with our favorite boys, so I decided to write a full one shot for every situation. None of these stories mentioned are original, unless I specify. These posts were 'stolen' from the Internet, via Tumblr, Pinterest, Instagram, etc..

"How could you agree to all of this?" I felt a knot tied in my stomach the second I spoke. "I guess it made made me feel something. I guess you made me feel something" he said before taking a long drag off of his cigarette. - Gerard hates living in New Jersey. He can't stand the pathetic, depressing lifestyle he's holding on. Every day feels heavier for him so, instead of giving up, he decides to run away from everything that's weighing him down. **A/N: this a frerard fic so probably get ready for some fluff, maybe smut and possible tw about certain topics (death, mental illnesses, ...) so if you're really sensitive read this at your own costs :) This is my first fic ever and I'm from Spain so probably my grammar isn't going to be perfect. Enjoy!

what the actual fucking fuck?

Just random shit cause why not. Honestly I have no idea what this is.

Fuck my life