Short, terribly written fanfics done in under 5 minutes with barely any proof reading. A.K.A. The ramblings of a bored mcr fan who cries a lot

She wasn't born cool for the summer, so they locked her up in the basement thinking she would rot there. How wrong they were when they found out that she lived a secret life down there... and what a life! Oh, I forgot to introduce her to you. Her name is Poot. INTRODUCTION VIDEO BY THE AUTHOR: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtYdReP7xnU

Frank is twenty eight: he's mentally stable for the most part, and well nobody has to know about pills he takes twice a day, do they? He's normal now, he's a person now, he's a fucking adult with an office job and he fucking hates it and that's fine, because he got out of the mental hospital three years ago, and these past three years of mundane nothingness have been the best three years of his life. Ten years ago, or so, Frank was in love with a boy called Gerard with fiery red hair and the personality of a switchblade knife, and ten years ago that boy called Gerard had killed himself. Frank still saw him though: hallucinations, as he knew them to be now, and it took him years in a hospital he never thought he'd get out of to convince himself of his newfound sanity, but he was okay now. Twenty eight year old Frank Iero had been officially 'okay' since he was twenty five. He hadn't seen Gerard again, and he didn't even think about the guy - he was just normal, and he was almost painfully content with being the secretary to someone with a five figure salary. But of course, on one fateful morning in December, that has to go and change, doesn't it? (Technically a sequel to Summertime, but I wouldn't say you need to have read Summertime to understand and enjoy this)

Kellic fanfic I made with my friend Emily. We were bored haha, this is what happens when we are bored. #noregrets #yolo #jk #okimdone Enjoy!

Vic is the new family dog, and he honestly couldn't be more excited. He's the perfect dog, with his shiny coat, clean teeth, breath that doesn't make you want to die. He thinks that now he's got a family of humans to look after, he's got it made. What he doesn't anticipate is the cat that also lives in the house, Kellin. Kellin has been in the house for a while, and he knows now how terrible it can be. Vic immediately hates Kellin because, I mean, why wouldn't he? But what happens when they end up having to share the doghouse for a week when the family goes out of town? - Edit: You're all a bunch of godless furries, and I can't escape this hell.

1st DRAFT EDITION Disclaimer: I was 14 when I started and 15 when I finished this draft. It gets better towards the end, but by the time of-age characters seemed appropriate to me, this book was long since complete and I was already working on a second draft. For everyone's sake, in this draft, just figure they're 18. (Because istg im this close to offing marley with how much crap I'm still getting over their ages. I was that age when I wrote it. At the time it felt far more inappropriate to write about anyone older than 15.) Copyright © 2014 by Kira Greer All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the writer, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Under certain circumstances, e.g. as in fanfic, the original author may allow use of characters, settings, etc. with expressed written permission so long as the work is non-commercialized, garners no monetary gain, and proper credit is given at the beginning of said work. Should circumstances change, the said work must be ceased from distribution and not be made available to the public.

((Basically this is one big messy gay bandom AU, features just about every ship in the emo trinity and a few more)) Frank is the only gay guy he knows, stuck in the rather restricting and conservative world of Catholic school with his two best friends and their Catholic upbringings, where his daily adrenaline hits come from smoking behind the art block with Jamia, who he reckons is on her path to being the next Lindsay Lohan. But then, things really do change, because perhaps Jamia's matchmaking abilities aren't quite as shitty as Frank reckons, and perhaps this 'social gathering' he's dragged along to, does have some benefit to him after all. And perhaps, Frank will draw a face to the name of Gerard - Mikey's older brother, who really despite living in the same town, is worlds away from the reality Frank's stuck in. And on the subject of the unlikely, will Mikey ever finally figure out that Alicia Simmons really doesn't give a fuck about croquet?