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I want to go back to the time where us older Creepypasta fans tried to summon them to whisk us away to Slendermansion
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HI GANG. SORRY I HAVENT POSTED SINCE JANUARY, IM HOPEFULLY GONNA FINISH A FIC TODAY OR TOMORROW, IVE BEEN SO LAZY BUT ITLL BE FINISHED EVENTUALLY!! IM EVER SO SORRY!!
#gerard way#mcr#my chemical romance#my chemical frank#swarm tour#three cheers for sweet revenge#frerard#mcr tumblr#mcrmy#secretary gerard
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Britney Spears and Gerard Way “parallels” (not actually tbh) i just am hyperfixated on both of their music and I think it looks kind of cool cuz of the 2 different aesthetics
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"LEATHERMOUTH WILL RELEASE A NEW ALBUM" i scream as they drag me back to the asylum
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lava lamp
paring: oblivious!gerard way x drug addict!user
summary: surroundings are bright and colourful your insides feel like jello, more a lava lamp to be exact, will gerard realise and help?
warnings: drug use, self harm, angst, needles, getting high, smoking, weed, bad Spelling, use of y/n, mention of puke.
A/N: hai!!! this is my first post on tumblr. minors dni!! this includes heavy angst and drug use everyone experiences stuff differently! I have never done drugs so it isn't perfect. I am writing my about me as you read this x_x . you: purple. gerard: red. other: green.

Gerard had gone out with frank a few minutes ago giving you the chance to get high before he came back home.
as soon as you heard his car pull out of the driveway you perked up from your spot on the couch and ran to yours room.
scavenging through your drawers to find your stash, you found the ziplock bag and pulled it out. you had what looked like about 4 ounces of weed left. you grabbed it and put it all in your grinder deciding you would get more later.
grabbing the paper as you finished grinding your leftover stash and rolling it into a cigarette. you walked into the bathroom ang locked the door and opening the windows, you grabbed a lighter and lit the cigarette before taking a drag. the smoke filling your lungs before you blew it out and coughed.
immediately feeling relaxed after your second drag. as you put it out you let the smoke go outside the windows before leaving the bathroom and walking to your backyard, giggling at the birds eating the seeds you left out earlier.
you felt hungry. so you went to go get food. what tho? a sandwich, bag of chips? oh I know! leftover pasta from yesterday. you only had to reheat it. you grabbed it from the fridge and put it in the microwave for 8 minutes. accidentally pressing the 1. 18 minutes you didn't realise and went to sit down and watch TV.
it had been a while and you smelt something burning and saw smoke coming from the microwave. you got up and opened the microwave door. it was burnt.
you groaned and immediately felt upset. deciding to just eat a bag of chips. you sat in your room after eating them. you felt exhausted and passed out on the bed. waking up after who knows how long.
finding gerard still wasn't home you felt even more upset. "is he cheating on me?" "he said he would be home soon!" "am i good enough for him" before you knew it. you found yourself standing in front of the mirror insulting yourself.
. . .
you broke down as you stared at yourself. blade in hand. your arms bleeding. filled with cuts. trying to stop the bleeding but you just made the cuts deeper. you dropped the blade. you fell to the floor. ravaging through under the bathroom sink for your needle. you know you washed it the last time you used it.
you had the needle in your arm. injecting the heroine into your bloodstream. you felt nauseous. you laid down and stared at th3 ceiling. everything was colourful and bright. you barely heard the front door opening and gerard calling your name.
"y/n! are you asleep?-"
he froze at the bedroom door as he saw you laying next to a needle. fresh cuts on your arm with dried blood. staring at the ceiling. he walked over to you and sat you up. you finally realised him and felt shocked
"you told me you stopped.."
"I'm sorry."
"I- I'm. I'm staying with frank..while you sort yourself.. out"
"gerard- wait-"
you heard the front door open and close and his car drive off. you grabbed your phone and called your dealer.
"I need alot more. at least 30 ounces."
"that's enough to last you a week? and it's going to cost alot."
"I need it. how much is it."
"550."
"shit..alright"
. . .
who knows how long it's been, since you downed nearly 2 bottles of alcohol. injected yourself with the heroine. you laid on your floor. getting lost in yourself.
it was all too much, the white powder left on your bench for who knows how long. the spoon, lighter, the needle laying somewhere in your house. the headaches the next morning, the alcohol bottles left broken, or empty around yours and gerards your apartment.
you had to face it. he left. because of you. your addiction. you knew he wasn't coming back anytime soon. or was he?
you barely heard the front door open and gerard appear from the hallway. he stared at you in shock. you didn't know what was happening, you couldn't see, your breathing was erratic.
the last thing you heard was your name being screamed.
Gerards pov.
i finally had left franks house to go check on y/n it had only been maybe 3 days since I left for them to figure themselves out. bad decision gerard.
as I pulled into the driveway and got out, locking the car, grabbing my key. damn key never worked. I jabbed it into the door and pushed it open.
silence. dead silence
I walked down the hall too the kitchen, seeing a mess on the bench then a mess on the floor. . . then a pale looking y/n. oh.
the mess, the needles, the powder on the tip of their nose, the gross smell of vomit lingered. before my eyes fell to your face.
Oh. My. Fucking. God
their face. it was so pale. cheeks sucked in. hair was a mess. a puddle of drool beneath them. oh God. the foam. it was a unsettling sight. greenish gray foam falling out of their mouth.
"what the fuck happened here?"
I couldn't stare any longer. I knew they were in pain. I grabbed my phone and dialed 000/911.
"oh God it's horrible. please hurry"
I left my phone on the bench, I rushed to y/ns side. so unsettling, but I couldn't handle staring at my partner. who looked half fucking zombie I should've never left them alone.
it had been a few minutes before the sirens came into ear distance, the front door opened and the people took them, they would be fine, right? right.
. . .
it had been weeks. at least and you were still passed out on the hospital bed. until late at night gerard got a phone call. you had finally woken up.
gerard immediately got out of bed, snatching the keys and running outside. locking the front door and hopping in his car. trying not too speed, it felt like hours (15 minutes) before he arrived, he parked and got out the car, rushing to the hospital doors, buying a visitor ticket and getting in elevator.
he dreaded as he walked towards your room. he pushed the door open and saw the once again, unsettling scene before him. you were hooked up to wires. tubes going down your nose, leading down your throat. he felt sick knowing it was partly his fault.
your eyes widened and tried speaking but nothing came out. these dumb tubes. you kept trying.
"n-ot. your- fault..please- com-e 'ere.."
the rest of the day was filled with hugs, and sobs.

hurrah I hope this was good for a first time post!! let me know if u want a part 2 :3
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real.
just two fags staring at each other

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