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Timeline, chapter 3. Gerard Way x y/n (female reader)

This is how I want you to imagine Gerard btw

Author's note: wasup!!! here's the third chapter, this one is very angsty, tbh, I LOVE writing angst because I'm an extra dramatic bitch and also I cried a couple of times while writing tho. Remember that english is not my first language, so sorry if you find some mistakes hehe. BTW, I think I've been improving, sooo, enjoy the spiciness and angst of this chapter. Let me know if you want some smut for future chapters, I'm not an expert but I could try ;)

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WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, emotional distress, slight mention of destructive behavior (non-explicit), sexual tension.

tags: angst, Gerard Way x Female Reader, time traveling, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge Gerard, slowburn romance.

As the days went by, the guys had already gotten used to Y/N’s presence. They gave her the most decent room in the cabin, and she helped keep things somewhat organized. She had always committed to not revealing a single detail about the boys’ future, and so far, they had respected that agreement. Still, every now and then, they’d ask her trivial things—like whether a certain celebrity was still relevant, if Nintendo was releasing a new console, and other small curiosities. But soon, the fact that Y/N came from another time faded into the background. They saw her more as a friend than “the weird girl from the future who just showed up out of nowhere.”

Y/N, too, felt proud of having fulfilled her mission. She was still tense and worried about not finding a way back to her time, but she was adapting quite well to late 2003.

Most of the day, the guys were busy recording. Their free time was usually in the mornings, and the rest was dedicated to endless takes. But Gerard always made time to talk with Y/N at night. To him, Y/N was fascinating—like a character straight out of a sci-fi story. In the timeline we all know, Gerard’s life during this period was very different: full of excess and self-destructive behavior. But with her presence, things took a slightly different turn.

One night, just for fun, Gerard and Y/N built a campfire outside the cabin. They brought all kinds of snacks and set up two logs to sit on. The rest of the band was asleep, so it was just the two of them. Gerard wanted the moment to be more intimate than usual—something special—so he purposely brought out his recorder to play a CD he’d burned with slow songs. Y/N felt so comfortable with him that it was easy to dive into those kinds of conversations that last for hours. It felt like they’d known each other forever, and it was impossible not to grow fond of one another. They cherished every moment together, though Y/N always felt a sharp pain in her chest whenever she remembered she couldn’t fall too deeply in love.

“So… you’re almost done with university? That’s cool,” Gerard said with a warm smile, as “Close to the Flame” by HIM played in the background.

“Yeah, actually this is my last semester. No one’s going to believe I managed to defy time and space, but I still need to study how I did it so I can include it in my pre-thesis work. Though I think it’ll be hard to prove—and even harder to make people believe me,” she sighed lightly and continued, “But first, I need to get back to my year. Honestly, I haven’t even been able to focus on that.” Y/N looked up at the sky—the same sky she’d be staring at if she were still in her university dorm.

Gerard noticed the anguish in her voice. “You miss being there, don’t you?”

“Well, I’ve got my friends, my parents—even though they live in another city, practically on the other side of the country. I’ve got responsibilities, exams, and…”

“A partner, I suppose,” Gerard said, a bit downcast.

“No, no, no!” she laughed, breaking the tension and sadness of the moment. “I don’t even have that kind of luck with guys.”

“Really? Nah, I don’t buy it,” Gerard teased as he finished roasting a marshmallow over the fire. “Anyone would be head over heels for someone like you.” Hearing those words from the man she once thought was unreachable, Y/N couldn’t help but smile like a fool.

“Reality isn’t all that interesting, to be honest. Every time I like someone, it feels like a million things get in the way—from tiny details to massive concepts like space and time.” Her silly smile faded, replaced once again by a pained, dim expression.

Though they hadn’t known each other for long, it was undeniable that they shared a special connection. And if they spent just a little more time together, they’d be too in love to ever want to part—completely altering everything we now know about Gerard, the band, and of course, Y/N’s life.

“Maybe someday I’ll get lucky,” Y/N said with a resigned smile, barely visible, as she pointed to the recorder finishing “Maybe Someday” by The Cure.

Gerard shifted his log closer to her. With the warmth of the fire on their faces, he slowly wrapped her in his arms, planting a soft, tender kiss on her head. Y/N returned the embrace, feeling protected—and above all—loved.

“I know, in theory, we should be careful with all this. But it’s not good for you to live in constant worry. Maybe I’m not the best person to say that, since at the slightest inconvenience I’m downing all kinds of crap… but I don’t want that for you,” he said, still holding her close. “Look, the guys care about you—even Matt. So I’ll do everything I can to make every minute worth it. Sound good, sweetheart?”

Still wrapped in each other’s arms, they kept talking through the night about everything—movies, future reboots, comics (carefully avoiding the fact that Gerard would one day succeed in that field), music, and more. Taking advantage of Y/N’s “sophisticated” phone, they snapped a few photos like any modern couple would—capturing a moment so beautiful Y/N never imagined it could happen. Her and the guy she’d secretly admired and longed for all those years.

As the hours passed, the air grew colder and the fire began to die out. While they were cleaning up, Frank woke up and discreetly peeked through the window, spotting the lovebirds heading back into the cabin—Y/N clinging tightly to Gerard’s arm. It was pretty obvious Gerard was borderline obsessed with her. Sometimes, he’d tell his bandmates that Y/N was fascinating—the girl he dreamed of in his wildest, slightly twisted, romantic fantasies. The fact that she came from the future was just a bonus on the list of things that made her cool.

Once inside the cabin, they took off their bulky jackets and tossed them onto the couch. Gerard headed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vodka and some cranberry juice.

“Want me to make you a shot? It’s totally fine if you don’t,” he asked, holding out the bottle. Y/N accepted without much hesitation.

Gerard said that drinking vodka with cranberry juice made him feel like a vampire drinking blood, and that it was fun to pretend sometimes—it helped him get into character in a way. But unfortunately, he tended to go overboard.

What was supposed to be a single shot to warm up turned into two, then three, then four—until they were both tipsy, but not completely drunk.

“You know? Honestly, all this recording stuff really stresses me out,” he said, staring at a fixed point on the floor.

“I can imagine, Gee. Sometimes I see you come out of the studio completely transformed. With flushed cheeks…”

Gerard was hanging on Y/N’s words. Knowing she paid such close attention to him drove him wild—it felt innocently seductive, even if those two words didn’t always go hand in hand.

“And your eyes? Pfff! It’s like you’re ready to devour the first person who crosses your path,” Y/N continued. “But I love how your gaze changes when you look at me.”

“So you pay a lot of attention to me, huh?”

“It’s impossible not to,” Y/N said, her voice slightly dragged and her eyes half-closed. “No video or photo could ever do you justice.”

Slowly, she closed the distance between them until she was right on top of him, face to face. She inspected every freckle, his thick eyebrows, his small nose, and those expressive eyes—so close now.

Gerard was losing his mind. Having Y/N on top of him, her breath mingling with his, the moment they’d both been waiting for was finally happening. Just a few inches apart, hearts pounding like they were about to burst, Y/N took the initiative. She gently placed her hands on Gerard’s face, closing the gap completely, while he held her by the waist, letting himself be surprised by her boldness. As their eyes closed and their breathing became one, the wait ended in a kiss that danced between passion and tenderness. They had both longed for this.

Between gasps and Gerard brushing Y/N’s hair from her face, she finally ran out of breath.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, trying to steady his breathing, wearing the warmest, most tender smile Y/N had ever seen.

Looking at his face, his smile, and his eyes silently asking for more, she caressed his cheeks with her thumb. Yes, she was happy—there were fireworks exploding in her head—but guilt and fear kept her from feeling like she deserved this moment. She was afraid of breaking something that couldn’t be fixed in the future.

“I’m sorry, Gerard,” she said, a lump forming in her throat. Without much warning, tears began to stream down her cheeks. “I’m sorry for putting you through this. I shouldn’t have.”

Far from being upset or confused, Gerard understood Y/N’s tangled emotions. He set aside his desire to go further and, in the most noble way, embraced her. She sat on his lap, her head resting against his chest.

“I don’t want to complicate things, Gee,” she said between sobs. But he didn’t respond. He simply listened, stroked her hair, and placed soft kisses on her forehead… until Y/N drifted off in his arms.

“If time weren’t an obstacle, I’d never let you go,” he whispered, leaving her with the last words of the night.

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I can’t believe how they treat Frank Lero these days :(

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Timeline, chapter 2. Gerard Way x Y/N (female reader)

Author's note: Hiiii!!! Nancy here!!! Well, here's the second chapter. I'm a slowburner so the story will be a little bit long. Anyways, enjoy!!!

READ PART 1 HERE

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WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, anxiety episode, sudden emotional distress & light body horror elements (non-explicit). Let me know if I you'd like more detailed labels :)

tags: Gerard Way x Female Reader, Gerard Way x Y/N, time-traveling, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge Gerard, slowburn tension, ambiguous romance.

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Y/N froze. She was certain it was all a figment of her imagination, yet this Gerard seemed far too autonomous to be merely a dream—especially a lucid one. Normally, in such a state, she should’ve had complete control.

"Why aren’t you answering me?" asked Gerard, visibly irritated and expectant. Y/N felt a knot form in her stomach. She looked everywhere but into the boy’s eyes—until a memory surfaced. At that time, Bob, their later drummer, hadn’t yet joined the band. She found a “simple” way out.

"Don't worry. Everyone—Mikey, Frank, and Ray—will be just fine. Just… be cautious with friendships in general. Technically, you’ll all make it to the top," replied Y/N, her voice trembling from nerves.

"Technically? What do you mean?" Gerard frowned and stepped forward, unsettling her.

"You’re just a dream. You shouldn’t act like this," Y/N whispered, shaken.

"You seriously still think I’m part of your dream? I'm a human being—genuinely scared! Can’t you see that?" Gerard barked, slamming his mug on the breakfast counter.

Y/N began to doubt it was lucid dreaming after all. Gerard seemed out of her control, and more than angry—he was confused. Understandably so. The conversation died right there. Overwhelmed, Gerard returned to the couch, trying to close his eyes.

She wanted distance, so she decided it was time to wake up. Her personal cue for leaving dreams was to wiggle her pinky toe. She tried once. Twice. Three times. Nothing happened.

“This can’t be happening! I have to go back!” she cried, gasping for breath. Her eyes nearly popped out. Gerard jumped slightly at her panic. Frozen, unsure of what to do, he assumed she was having some sort of psychedelic breakdown—something he wasn’t unfamiliar with.

Though dizzy, he hurried to help her from the kitchen to the nearest couch. "Hey—look into my eyes, okay?" he said firmly, holding her by the shoulders. But Y/N was in full panic mode. After a few breathing exercises and finally catching his gaze, she fainted.

For Y/N, only seconds passed. She felt the mattress underneath her, the softness of sheets against her skin. Stretching her feet and arms, she assumed her experiment had ended—she was back in her room. Then, the light pouring through the window dimmed, as voices echoed in.

“Are you sure she didn’t have any ID? Passport, license—anything?” asked one voice.

“No, and I obviously couldn’t leave her alone in some random house. None of us know whose damn house that is,” another voice replied. It was one she recognized: Gerard’s. “Besides, she helped me too… but I think she was just as—or more—messed up than I was. She kept saying it was all some kind of experiment. She looked like someone straight out of Twin Peaks or some weird shit.”

Y/N opened her eyes to find the entire band staring at her. She sat up abruptly, cursing, denying, and rambling nervously. Mikey, the myopic one, seemed the most scared.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re here to help you,” said Ray, the one with defined curls. “Do you have a cellphone?”

Y/N frantically searched every pocket of her sweatshirt and pants until she finally found her device. It looked ordinary by today’s standards—but for the time they were in, it was advanced technology.

She revealed a sleek rectangle with a large screen and no keyboard. The guys collectively took two steps back.

“What... the hell is that? Is that a phone?” asked Frank, clearly shaken.

“That’s gotta be anything but a damn phone,” Gerard muttered.

“I told you from the start—I come from the future, but things got out of hand!”

Under the pressure of the moment, Y/N fainted again—leaving behind more questions than answers.

They had recording sessions starting soon. The new album was about to be born, but they’d taken a few days off to relax, leading to that wild party. Gerard, seeing the house abandoned, felt it was his duty to look after Y/N until her people—whoever they were—came for her. But as the hours passed and no one showed up, the band decided to take her along to their studio cabin and care for her there.

Ray secluded himself in the studio to test out riffs. Meanwhile, the others were in the cabin’s living room, naturally discussing Y/N.

“Did you see that rectangular thing? It had no keys!” Mikey exclaimed with a mixture of awe and fear.

“I know, right? No way that thing’s a phone. It’s too unfunctional. This feels like a movie, but I’m not sure if it’s horror or sci-fi.”

Y/N eventually woke up—resigned. None of the last few hours had been a lucid dream. It was all real: the guys, the mosquito flying around, everything. She felt guilty for scaring the band and, more than anything, for spoiling Gerard’s future.

Guided by their loud voices, she quickly reached the cozy living room. As she stepped in, they all went silent.

“Umm… can I speak to Gerard alone?” she asked, nearly whispering.

Gerard stood up, while his brother and friends remained quiet. They stepped outside the cabin.

“Feeling better?” he asked, his brows lifted with genuine concern and a trace of warmth.

Y/N blushed lightly. Seeing Gerard in person, she realized he was far more handsome than any photo or video had shown. “Much better, though I’m a bit worried, to be honest. I’m not asking you to believe me… but I might have said too much, and now I’m scared it could mess up the timeline.”

“After seeing that... ‘phone’, I think it’s pretty clear you’re not from here,” he joked to lighten the mood, trying to ease her distress. She let out a small laugh. “And as for the rest—never thought I’d be hit on so boldly. Props to you.”

Y/N almost fainted from embarrassment, but was secretly relieved he thought she’d been flirting. When she’d spoken of his “future wife,” he assumed she meant herself. The conversation seemed over—he reached for the cabin door, but Y/N gently grabbed his shoulder. Once again, face to face, with kind but tired expressions, an air of tension hung between them.

“Thanks for not leaving me alone. And sorry for all the trouble.”

“Pff… don’t worry about it. I’d like to believe none of us are the type to take advantage of someone vulnerable. So… I figured the right thing was to make sure you were okay. Despite my drunken state, I was the most lucid person with you. That made it my responsibility. As long as I’m here, I’ll make sure you’re safe—until you can return to… wherever you belong.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile like a fool. These moments—where your favorite artist says something sweet and protective—don’t happen every day. They belong to those pre-sleep daydreams, yet here it was… utterly real.

Recording for Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge began. They spent countless hours locked in the studio. Most days, Y/N got to watch them lay down tracks for songs that hadn’t even been released yet. It was mesmerizing—helping her forget the anxiety of it all. She could’ve watched for hours, though not always. Especially not when Gerard was recording.

When it was his turn, only the audio engineer and Gerard stayed in the booth. It was widely known that Gerard became someone else during recording—a strange, bizarre, sometimes dirty persona. Though Y/N never saw him do anything improper in front of her, she now knew him in person, making it hard to believe this sweet guy transformed into a beast in the vocal booth.

Sometimes, she’d see him emerge with flushed cheeks, sweat glistening down his neck, and an intense gaze—but the moment he saw Y/N, he softened. Like her presence was his signal to return to being Gerard—the shy and sensitive soul.

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Timeline, chapter 1. Gerard Way x y/n (female reader)

Author's note: Hello, I'm Nancy! This is my first fanfic published here. I'm sorry about my english. I'm from Argentina, so my english clearly isn't the best, but I hope you enjoy what I wrote.

I know many people don't like LynZ, and I'm not a big fan of her either, but her small mention is important for the sake of the plot.

WARNINGS: mention of alcohol and drugs

Tags: Gerard Way x Female Reader, Gerard Way x Y/N, time-traveling, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge Gerard.

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Time travel has always been one of the greatest enigmas of the universe; it would give us the chance to right our wrongs, to see once again those we miss the most, and we could make a difference in history—for better or worse. Y/N was so interested in the topic that she was studying quantum physics and metaphysics, dedicating most of her time to researching whether time travel was possible. She was determined to find an answer, whether through a scientific or spiritual method.

Likewise, Y/N was a huge music fan—music was her best companion at all times. However, most of her favorite artists and bands were no longer current, and their golden years had already passed. In part, her desire to time travel also stemmed from wanting to witness those performances she wished she could have attended, but due to space and time, it was impossible.

Y/N always thought that discovering how to travel through time would take years and years of study. However, one ordinary night in her dorm room, she decided to try a special meditation that was supposedly meant to induce a kind of lucid dream—something akin to time travel.

She had spent the entire week preparing for the meditation, writing in detail what year she wanted to visit, the location, and how she wanted to arrive. Every night before going to sleep, Y/N would read her notes to ensure there were no errors in her experiment, until finally, the big night arrived to put it to the test. She put on her comfiest clothes and began listening to sounds with a specific frequency. Her eyes grew heavy, about to be overtaken by sleep, but that moment was crucial for achieving her goal. Y/N felt a heavy weight settle on her feet, then climb through her knees, abdomen, arms, and finally her face, while trying to decipher what her eyes were seeing—she described it as an explosion of colors.

Although it wasn’t a comfortable setting, Y/N endured until she felt as if she’d suddenly fallen onto a somewhat soft surface. Opening her eyes, she saw that she was in a rather filthy house—she figured a wild party had taken place there. Cups were scattered everywhere, plates, snacks strewn across the floor, streamers, and a young man fast asleep beside her. As bizarre as it seemed, that was exactly where she wanted to be.

As she kept inspecting the place, the sleeping boy began to cough—a cough that seemed like it might soon lead to vomiting. His long jet-black hair covered part of his face. Y/N knew exactly who he was, and seeing the state he was in, she felt deep pity for him and decided to help so he wouldn’t choke. Gently, she brushed his hair away from his face and, while he was still asleep, moved him just enough so that he wouldn’t choke if he vomited. At that moment, the young man abruptly woke up to find Y/N’s kind face.

“I’m a damn mess and I smell awful,” the boy mumbled.

“Shhh, don’t worry, I’m here to help you. It’s okay,” said Y/N in a soft voice, trying not to scare him.

“Who are you? Are you my fairy godmother?” he asked groggily, still waking up.

“I’m just someone who… wants to help. Looks like the party ended a long time ago, and you’re the only one left.”

“I must be really drunk, but I don’t remember seeing you at the party. I probably would’ve asked for your number if I had.”

Y/N let out a small laugh at the boy’s comment. “If you weren’t so drunk, I probably would’ve given it to you.” The boy looked at her with a mischievous expression. Although he didn’t fully understand what was going on, he liked Y/N’s attitude.

“Water or coffee?” she asked, as if she’d known him for years.

“Uh… I don’t know, I want to find my friends. Coffee, please,” he replied while sitting up fully on the couch.

Without hesitation, Y/N went into the kitchen as if it were her own house and started preparing a strong cup of coffee for the boy. Meanwhile, he tried to get up from the couch and followed her into the kitchen.

“But seriously, who are you?” he asked with intrigue, leaning against the doorframe.

“Well… about who I am,” she paused, stopping her stirring, “at some point I’ll wake up. This is just an experiment, so I guess I can tell you who I am since it’s just a dream—I won’t alter the timeline. I’m Y/N, I come from the future and I’m only here because of a small meditation experiment. Any other questions?”

“So a girl from the future, huh? I know I’m still drunk and probably high, but I’m not… stupid. You really expect me to believe that?”

“I don’t expect you to. After all, you’re just a product of my subconscious. But let me tell you: in 2006, you and your band are going to release the best album of your lives, you’ll have a wife and a little girl later on, so if I were you, I’d start cleaning my underwear,” she said as she handed him the coffee.

“If this were just a dream, I wouldn’t be feeling this awful,” he said, taking the cup with some indignation.

Y/N was completely convinced it was a lucid dream, as the meditation indicated. Everything felt so real and perfectly aligned with what she had written during her preparation. Generally, people can tell they’re dreaming due to details like not being able to read or count numbers properly. Since Y/N hadn’t needed to read or see any numbers yet, that detail wasn’t important—but something to keep in mind.

“Okay, girl from the future. Impress me. What am I like in the future?” Gerard asked mockingly.

“In my time, your band is more popular than ever. They’re on tour right now. Like I said, you’ve got a family—you’re married and have a daughter. And no, you won’t be bald, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Married? Stop joking. I mean, are you really from the future or are you just as intoxicated as me and decided to play a weird prank?”

“I really am. By then, you’ll be completely sober, married, and have a lovely family,” Y/N replied, not giving too many details or making a big deal of the moment.

“So, if that’s true… who’s my future wife?” he asked, frowning slightly and nibbling one of his nails.

“Even if this is a dream, I don’t think it’s very smart to give you too many details. But she’s also a musician—she plays bass, has tattoos, and is generally good at what she does. I think you’re a great match.”

“Lots of tattoos?” he asked, eyeing the ink peeking out from Y/N’s sweatshirt sleeves. “No one’s ever tried flirting with me like this, huh. You’re clever. So you play bass too?”

“Uh… How’d you know?”

“Just a hunch… Are you describing yourself?” Gerard teased, making Y/N huff.

“Pfft… No!” Though Y/N always found Gerard attractive, her goal definitely wasn’t to flirt. “I already told you I’m experimenting. I’ll wake up any minute and—boom—I’ll be gone. If this were the real world and I had met you for real, I probably wouldn’t even be able to speak.”

Gerard was deeply confused. He wasn’t sure if he liked Y/N or if she was starting to get on his nerves. To him, it still seemed like a tasteless joke. He wanted to end the conversation so he could process whatever was happening, but one question lingered in his mind. Upon hearing that My Chemical Romance would still be a band and reach unimaginable success, a thought began to haunt him.

“Just one more question, girl from the future.” The girl simply nodded, and Gerard asked:

“Are all the band members… still alive?”