This is a Gerard Way x Any Gender Reader fanfic. I tried to make this as accurate and relatable as possible. I'll put trigger warnings everywhere they are needed. (y/n) is just a normal student in a normal highschool. They don't really know how to make friends but they somehow got some. They only arrived at the beginning of the year, and as the schoolyear is already halfway through, they are getting doubts about their friends... A teacher makes them discover a way to release the pressure and a whole new world opens to them.

"I write best when I'm falling in love, or falling apart." He muttered to himself, his gaze was on the guitar he had gently settled into his lap as he traced over the initials 'BJ' on it with his index finger. "Which one is it right now?" I asked nervously. He looked up at me with his green eyes only for a split second, soon looking back down. Like he feared I would see the pain painted behind his jade green orbs. But if he already knew I had already saw it. "Both." He said, finally looking up at me. That's when I noticed the pool of tears for everything that he had left unspoken, with one blink they would be running down his cheeks. And I hope he didn't let them, because I couldn't see him cry. "I love you, and it's killing me." I bit my lip painfully trying to stop myself from crying. He was the right one, my heart told me when my eyes first landed on him. But he wasn't mine, and that tore me up. Because I craved him to be. I sighed, "you're breaking my heart billie." I whispered, watching the tears roll down his dull face. "I love you. And loving you feels like some sort of self destruction when I'm not suppose to but my god armstrong I love you." I sobbed. It seems to be that love could be labelled poison and we would drink it anyways. I looked at him, the sadness in his eyes felt like it was tearing me up from the inside starting with the heart. But I felt guilty to look away. "But you know we shouldn't." I said Painfully, he nodded biting his lip. "We should only be friends." "But friends don't look at each other the way we do." And I needed him, he was my life line. And he told me he needed me, he said I was his sanity. But although it felt we lived worlds against each other, one thing we both knew was. 'I'm fine.' Sounds the same. Even when it's not true ----------------- She loved him more than he would ever know. And he loved her more than he would ever show. What a tragedy. (Little spoiler, but it does end happily I promise.)

"If Time Allows" is a fanfic with Frank Iero and the reader where they meet and fall in love in person. Due to some events they are split apart physically, but the two are determined to make it work somehow. *This story is meant to be short. .*

[discontinued] Enjoy 19 x reader imagines of your favorite band members from bands such as My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Twenty One Pilots, and Panic! At the Disco!

"So... it's not bad?" "Not at all. I think you're going to be the student that makes my time here interesting." = you're just a bumbling twenty four year old, trying to get through your second year of college, but life isn't exactly kind to the people who are as unacademically gifted as you are. considering that you're a mess in anything that involves using your brain, art is the only subject you actually succeed in, hence why you chose that degree. unfortunately, when the new term swings around, your old art teacher is replaced by the young, fresh-faced, charming Mr Way, who doesn't make it very easy to focus on class material, because of his radiant complexion. you've never been good with teachers to begin with, so this just makes things worse - or, well, does it? - gender neutral (they/them pronouns for the reader) - i do NOT CONDONE TEACHER-STUDENT RELATIONSHIPS IRL!!! ESPECIALLY IF THEY ARE UNDERAGE!! - language and a tiny bit of violence. some self doubt and self harm thoughts too. - reader has intense social anxiety that will be explored in depth

"i'm a person who paints. nothing more, nothing less." - you're an artist. your entire existence is based off filling canvases. you don't think you're that special. Gerard Way seems to think otherwise. - gender neutral - sexual implications - forbidden relationship - implications of cheating/unhappy relationships on Gerard's part - big angst and an ambiguous ending - further msi/lynz slander

For Lily Matthews, it's a lot of work being the makeup artist for Fall Out Boy. It's even more work when there's a certain lead singer who can't keep his eyes off of her. It's all a blissful fantasy for anyone associated so closely with Patrick Stump, but...the sweetness never lasts, you know.

New York, 1934: Working in a strip club as a dancer is not how (y/n) imagined life, but she managed so far. Yet the new band's guitarist, and an unmoral deal she is being pushed into turn her life around, and not for the better. Reader: female Words total ≈ 20 000 Warnings: violence, blood, mentions of nudity, mentions of prostitution, it's set in a strip club, so everything that comes along with that, I guess

The smell of cigarette smoke hit me and I turned my head slightly to see strikingly white hair and tan looking skin. I immediately turned my head back when the man's eyes darted over to me. Of course I recognized him, he had been a huge part of my teen years leading up to now. I wouldn't describe myself as a fan, but my heart beat definitely sped up quite a bit when I registered that Gerard Way had just firmly planted himself next to me.

To get in the Christmas spirit I wrote a Gerard Way oneshot because I might as well. I hope you all enjoy.