Mychemicalromace Stories

Alex is dared by her best friends to ask out the guy across the hallway of her apartment complex.

The Black Parade was never just a performance. A spectator enters the Parade. The ritual notices her. And the story begins to structured in Acts and Scenes, The Cracks in the Black Parade is a descent behind the stage, into the machinery of performance, control, and the moment a narrative stops obeying itself. This is not a retelling. It's what happens when the ritual breaks.

Frank Iero is definitely not in love with Gerard Way. Frank Iero is definitely not writing vent poetry wishing Gerard wasn't such an enigma. Frank definitely doesn't publish his writing online under the pseudonym of F.T. Willz. Gerard becomes a fan of the poems he has no clue are all about him. Hell, Gerard never notices the way Frank is always manically, tearfully, and furiously writing in his notebook. Why would he ever notice Frank anyways? It's not like they'd ever agreed on a label for what they were so why would Frank care? Spanning from approximately 2002-2007, this story is told in non-chronological order.

A rewrite of an old fic I started when I was in 8th grade Gerard Way x Reader Reader is gender-neutral in this iteration but in the last one, reader was fem, so ignore any times I accidentally refer to them as feminine You're not so much living as you are surviving. In your current life, you're stuck. Stuck in a dead-end job, with no chance at a future. Stuck without your band, and without any friends. Until a band comes to perform at the pizza shop you work at that seems a little too familiar.

Ermm I forgot who made the cover ON HIATUS

What originally started as Gerard trying to get rid of Frank's chronic illnesses has gotten...extremely out of hand. Not only does he refuse to admit that he needs to stop, but is roping Mikey into helping him. What Gerard DOESN'T know is that Mikey's taking secret dancing classes with none other than Pete Wentz. Oh yeah, Ray records their practices as well because he's a new technician and works at the dance..practice..building..place.

"All that I'm hopin', now that my eyes are open Is that we can start again, not be pulled apart again" Sixteen-year-old Arden Way is the "Rhythm Ace"-the eldest daughter, the first-born lamb, and the resident fire-starter of the Way household. But when the pressure of being the "perfect" big sister to Rowan and Kennedy clashes with the sharp, irritable fog of February's "Red Week," the fire becomes a wildfire. Feeling like a "ghost" in her own home-a relic of her father's past life before his "perfect reboot"-Arden does the only thing a Way knows how to do when they're drowning: she runs. From the rainy streets of New Jersey to the sanctuary of Andy Biersack's home in Cincinnati, Arden is looking for a place where her "storm" isn't a problem to be fixed. What she finds instead is a father who is finally ready to put on his (metaphorical) glasses and see her for who she really is. Because in a world of tour dates, "Red Weeks," and messy family dynamics, she is loved-more than anything. "I'm not a bad bitch, and this isn't savage... but I'm never gonna let you down."

in this story, the band, My Chemical Romance goes on a trip to Greece. there's 3 rooms but 4 members. and little do they know, two of them are more than just friends.

Spencer finds himself falling in love with a young red haired woman, but as soon as he does. His life turns upside down.

Living within the supernatural life as a human hadn't been fair. It was a survival as the population of vampires grew. All thanks to a group of vampires that called themselves Dandies. Though, a Clandestine group aimed to finally stop the terror for good.

Annabelle Gilbert, the girl who was raised to be a vampire hunter, but what happens when she just wants to be like Elena and get to live a normal life before anything crazy comes?

Dart Petal would not describe her life in Battery City as great, and she wouldn't call her life as a Killjoy any better. Being a Killjoy means making friends you know you could be burying at any second and sticking with her family means sticking to vulnerability. No matter how much you try to protect it, everything has its weak spot, an Achilles heel. And when BL/Ind hits that crack, how is she to fix it on her own? Motorbabies hear stories of the Fabulous Four on the radio and think they're heroes, but when this Killjoy finally meets the desert's "royalty", she learns the most valuable lesson to know out here. And fighting, of course. That's important too. --------------- I have not written a fic on Wattpad in years, so bear with me. (Then again, I do post on Ao3, but even then, it's been months.) I also never wrote an OC insert story before, let alone OC x character, so please give me advice if you have any. I wish to improve. This is an OC x Kobra Kid fic, btw. If you couldn't tell by the cover somehow... Characters do not belong to me, this is a fanfiction. All characters, except for select few, belong to Gerard Way, Shaun Simon, and Becky Cloonan. This is based off the comic series "True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys", and will include aspects of the "California" volume and "National Anthem" volume.

Harley Toro is anything but your typical high school sweetheart. Forced to move from her home in Arizona to live with her uncle and cousin in New Jersey, she decides it's time to change for a major change. Harley stakes her claim at the top of the food chain by joining the (dreaded) cheer squad and acquiring a football player boyfriend. Despite the warnings of her new found group of popular friends, Harley finds herself growing closer to her cousin's delinquent group of friends. Especially the incredibly intimidating yet terrifyingly attractive senior, Gerard Way. Could he really be all that bad?

my chemical romance, fall out boy, get scared, the academy is..., the all-american rejects, pierce the veil, bring me the horizon, taking back sunday, you name it bro probably mainly gonna be petekey

Vam•pire / ˈvamˌpī(ə)r • 𝔄 𝔪𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔨𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔠 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤-𝔬𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔰𝔢-𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯. 𝔅𝔢 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔢; 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔤𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔠 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔴 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔴𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔨. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡. ~ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤!!!: 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔪𝔲𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔫𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔡. ¡¡¡ 𝔈𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶, 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔰. (PS: i had to watch 2025 nosferatu 3 times and listen a lot to type o negative to get some inspo, lol)))

Seventeen year old Gerard's parents send him to a residential treatment centre in hopes that he can get the therapy he needs and become "normal" again. However, Gerard strongly disagrees with the fact that there's anything wrong with him and is convinced he's here to meet his inevitable death. But a certain silent boy with dark hair and skeleton gloves may just be there to change it all.

Frank is a fuckboy plain and simple, and he has a new target for 'The book of scores' aka a book of names and ratings of different boys that the popular gay fuckboys and 'scored'. Yeah it's disgusting, but to them it's a game. Now Frank's new target is Gerard Way. He's reserved only has two friends, which one is his brother, so he's as most would say 'a loser', but Frank's new mission is to get into that losers pants

You are just one of the thousands of MCR fans out there all falling for Gerard Way. There is no almost no chance that he would ever even notice you, and even if he did he probably wouldn't remember you. One day you finally meet Gerard and you find that you might not be just one of those fans. You are special...to him. But It'll come at a cost.

2nd Book! These are probably lame tbh but here's to my first shot at imagines.

During a time of love & destruction, comes a fairytale love story with a heartbreaking realization. What will happen when the two love birds find out the truth between their families? Will their love stay true or will they have to face the truth and end it all? This is the story that might break your heart. This is These Violent Delights.