What can I say? I'm not some kind of monster,demon, or angel just me...a girl which met 'a terrible fate' I don't know why fate decided to throw me in this hell, to make me suffer that much. I guess someone needs to be the suffering one, and that someone just so happened to be me. Sit down and listen carefully. I'm going to tell you a story, our story.

Second book is at your service. This book will change a bit but our Karma will flash here a few times and maybe more. In this part things will be messed up and Gasoline will try to help Creepypasta out with their mansion and remind them what it feels like to be cared about. It's not cheesy and not full off kisses and all that pink fluffy unicorn stuff with fake CP behavior, not saying I'm better at something just sharing my opinion. With love - CW999

The first thing I notice about him is his bright red hair. It literally looks like his head is on fire. The second thing I notice us that he's pretty young, I would say 23 at best. And god he's fit.The third thing I notice is how tight his jeans are. And the fourth thing I notice is how tight MY jeans are. Fuck.

"Oh, it's you, the sad boy." People know Frank Iero, they all use his name in vain. Well, not his name, per se. It's more like his alias. Fun Ghoul is what people most commonly know him as. His infamy reins on with every life he takes. A small boy becomes the next prey of Frank, a boy who just wants to wear skirts and play with stuffed animals. Just a boy who has a sad life that doesn't cower in the presence of Frank Iero.

<b>Every bridal party has that one girl who manages to turn the joy of a dream wedding into an absolute nightmare. Shana Benedict doesn't see the problem with that.</b> Here's a riddle: What two words are the most fun to say, but are the most horrifying to hear? Give up? The answer is: "I'm engaged." And just so you know, this story isn't about me getting to say them. It's not that I'm jealous or anything. Well, okay, yes. I'm a little jealous that my best friend is getting married. But it's not like I'm going out of my way to sabotage her wedding or anything because of it. I just don't spend every waking moment focused on the thing. If my best friend in the entire world can't understand that, it's not my problem. I have a life of my own, you know. I mean, I'm getting married, too! Someday. And trust me, when I do, my wedding is going to be awesome. I've already got the groom picked out and everything. (He just doesn't know it yet.) Livia thinks I'm being ridiculous. I think she's being selfish. I mean, who says this entire year has to be about her? Like I'm just supposed to drop everything and be a slave for the next twelve months? Yeah right. If that makes me The Girl You Love to Hate, so be it. I don't care what anyone thinks. I know I'm better than that. <i>AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is not a sweet, romantic love story. It's a cringing, screaming, throw-the-book-across-the-room story. It's also a standalone, but reading "Down the Shore" first is highly suggested.</i> <b>READ WHEN YOU'RE IN THE MOOD FOR: Validation, angst, snark, and ripping your hair out. Consider yourself warned.</b>

((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?

Just a little Frerard story I'm writing. Hope you enjoy it. :x

[this fic is very very old! i am actually rewriting it right now!! go to my page to check it out :)!] (Well actually it's kik fic but this title seemed to work better.) - Frnk: hey Frnk: hey its me Frank Gee : I don't know any Franks Frnk: whoops sorry Frnk: wrong number then Frnk: or like kik username thing Frnk: well sorry for interrupting your shit bye [This fic is trigger free! No depression, suicide, eating disorders, or anything of the sort]

A kik fic including Frerard, Cricky, Kellic, Perrentes, and more!!

ryden, petekey, jalex, frerard, joetrick, joncer, joshler a no plot multiship kik fic texting au nov 17 2017-april 22 2018 copyright gothurie-2017 2nd work #1 in ryden tag 6/19/18, #1 in petekey tag 11/2/19, #1 in joetrick tag 4/8/19, #1 in joncer tag 5/25/19