Due to weather you and party poison are trapped together and alone. You can't stand each other. It's a miracle neither of you died the first day. All in all, it really isn't your week
Isabel meets a boy at University who she's instantly attracted to. But he seems to have other ideas...
Taylor's world is turned upside down by the death of her mom. Her, her dad and bothers move to New Jersey in hopes of starting fresh. But little did Taylor know there's a lot of secrets hidden in this cold & rainy town that she has yet to find out.
Unholyverse is a collection of fan written stories about My Chemical Romance in which Gerard is a priest. I take no credit from any of this, the Unholyverse series was originally written by Bexless on AO3. This is a Frerard fan-fiction.
Y/n L/n is notorious for her ability to get under her college professor's skin with ease. Hell, she does it without even trying. She pushes her Music Theory professor's limits to the point of him quitting mid-semester. Now she's faced with a new challenge: don't get the hots for Mr. Way - her new professor in his mid...
PLOT: you've just enrolled into Helena Prep, aka hell. you (your name is willow) and mikey cross paths and develop a liking to one another. this story consists of different fandoms and a lot of adventures. it's mostly the plot to the I'm Not Okay (I Promise) video but hopefully i'll be CONSISTENT and CREATIVE enough t...
I used to have a description for this but it keeps deleting itself. Read it if you want. It's a sequel. It's probably badly written. I'm bad at updating ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Sequel to Breaking Hearts Has Never Looked So Cool
Toxic Torrent wasn't your average killjoy. Mistrusting and a nomad, she never allowed herself to get close to anybody. But when the Fabulous Four come into her life, Party Poison is the one thing she can't run away from. I don't own any of the Killjoys except Toxic Torrent, Silver Shock, Blood Beam, and any other orig...
I held the cigarette between my teeth, lighting it up with the lighter and took a drag, leaning my head back against the brick building. I played with the wheel of the lighter, watching it spark, and every now and then, briefly burn. It was a lot like life, about how it would spark and fade. There are those certain mo...
