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Never coming home... by Sophiep1995
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Vaccations are fun right? Well not this one. After Sophie drove into the desert and took the wrong route they all get lost. A storms coming and they all need a place to rest. They see a house and go to check it out only to find the band that used to be My Chemical Romance living there. After staying the night and finding strange things happen, will they ever be able to leave?
S-I-N, I, S-I-N || Priest!Gerard by Electric_Revenge
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'My parents must hate me, why else would I be sent to this hell hole?' Elyria Colfort or better known by her nickname Lainey has pushed her parents beyond the point of no return. Raised in a restricting catholic household Lainey had never been given much of a chance to act like a teenager. She gets good grades, doesn't date rebel biker boys or do copious amounts of drugs but occasionally she does what she has to do to stay sane in a house where you get a slap upside the head for saying damn. She drinks occasionally, goes to a party now and then and goes to concerts with her friends. It was a concert that was the final straw for her parents. After sneaking out to see her favorite band with her friends she comes home to find her parents waiting. So what do they do when their child is listening to the 'devils music' (if you could call The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus devil music)? They send her to a all girls christian boarding school in England. After arriving Lainey expects the school to be filled to the brim with snooty, up themselves private school girls...and she would be right about that but what happens when she meets her tour guide? Enter Gerard Way, school priest, also according to every girl at Rosehill Academy 'the hottest human being in existence.' At first Lainey thinks he just happens to be a very gorgeous but cliche goody two shoes priest. But she's wrong, there's more beyond a book than it's cover and the longer she spend at the school the more things she notices that are 'off' about him. She may just be seeing things though, he could actually be a really nice guy, then again maybe not. So what is he? An angel? Or a bad, bad man? This plot and original characters are copyrighted©
Diary Of A Fake Fan by ImNotObsessedISwear
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Dear Diary, Omg! Today I found out My Chemical Romance did a cover of 21 Pilots's song Cancers! WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY CAUSE EXTREME ANGER AND LOSS OF BRAIN CELLS
I Don't Love You [[GERARD WAY FANFIC]] by Fabbyulous1
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At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar heard noises in her tiny one bedroom apartment. At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar grabbed a tennis racket and armed it like a light saber as she approached the noises. At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar saw a strange platinum haired man in her apartment. At 3:22 a.m on a Saturday morning 19-year-old Anastasia Briar's somewhat normal life was taken, smashed into a million pieces, and scattered to the ends of the earth. -3:23 a.m- ---------------------- Hey guys this is my first Gerard Way/MCR fan fic. I'm working really hard so I would love for you to check it out! More reads=more updates so tell me what you think :):) ---Fabbyulous1
Call It An Obsession ⊷ Brendon Urie || Book 1 by AnxietyAtTheBall
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He was her teacher. She was his obsession. YouTube Trailer: Call It An Obsession // Wattpad
Human Wreckage -MCR Fanfic- by xXChemicalSkeletonXx
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-REWRITTEN/EDIT THE ENTIRE STORY ON 7/24/17- Coughing, the smoke swirled in front of me as beams of black and white flashing lights raced across my vision, disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. My lungs ached as they tried to pull in clean oxygen, my eyes straining to see through the grey haze. Once the smoke dissipated some, I could see we had appeared in the middle of a road. It was cracked and full of potholes, the yellow lines coated with dirt and grime from over the years it seemed. Taking a better look around, it looked like a bomb had gone off and I was witnessing the remainders of a city.