Amelia Rose is new to LA, a month prior she left her small town that she lived in her whole life in attempts to get away from her past. She goes to the same coffee shop every single day, she likes the routine and finds comfort in it. Little does she know her entire routine would be thrown off of its axis when the leader singer of her favorite band, Awsten Knight walks into the coffee shop on a Wednesday morning. What comes next is something neither of them could of expected, a magnetic pull that draws them to each other in every way possible; but just as magnets attract, they also repel if put the wrong way. Will this pull to each other be enough for them both to trust each other, and get through the past that haunts them both?

"I write best when I'm falling in love, or falling apart." He muttered to himself, his gaze was on the guitar he had gently settled into his lap as he traced over the initials 'BJ' on it with his index finger. "Which one is it right now?" I asked nervously. He looked up at me with his green eyes only for a split second, soon looking back down. Like he feared I would see the pain painted behind his jade green orbs. But if he already knew I had already saw it. "Both." He said, finally looking up at me. That's when I noticed the pool of tears for everything that he had left unspoken, with one blink they would be running down his cheeks. And I hope he didn't let them, because I couldn't see him cry. "I love you, and it's killing me." I bit my lip painfully trying to stop myself from crying. He was the right one, my heart told me when my eyes first landed on him. But he wasn't mine, and that tore me up. Because I craved him to be. I sighed, "you're breaking my heart billie." I whispered, watching the tears roll down his dull face. "I love you. And loving you feels like some sort of self destruction when I'm not suppose to but my god armstrong I love you." I sobbed. It seems to be that love could be labelled poison and we would drink it anyways. I looked at him, the sadness in his eyes felt like it was tearing me up from the inside starting with the heart. But I felt guilty to look away. "But you know we shouldn't." I said Painfully, he nodded biting his lip. "We should only be friends." "But friends don't look at each other the way we do." And I needed him, he was my life line. And he told me he needed me, he said I was his sanity. But although it felt we lived worlds against each other, one thing we both knew was. 'I'm fine.' Sounds the same. Even when it's not true ----------------- She loved him more than he would ever know. And he loved her more than he would ever show. What a tragedy. (Little spoiler, but it does end happily I promise.)

Ashley Wentz, the younger sister of Pete Wentz, has been in a long term relationship with the man of her dreams for 3 years. However, not everything is as it seems, as he turns out to be her worst nightmare. That's when her best friends and her brother come in to save her, including Patrick Stump. Ashley learns a few things about her feelings along the way, but will they be able to save her before it's too late? Disclaimer: The "Josh" in this story is NOT Josh Dun. You can all calm down now and stop threatening my life in the comments.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Of all the beautiful porcelain dolls in this world, why pick an broken rag doll like me?", I ask as he squeezes my hand and glances at my lips. To my surprise, he simply answers with a grin as if it were clear as glass, "Broken things have beautiful stories. Why not you?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the Victorian era of England, Dahlia Josephine was always an outcast since the day she was born - being born with black hair and hazel eyes in a wealthy and fabulous family of blondes and blue eyes - and she always believed she would never earn the same privileges her sisters got easily. It got worse when an event that her five older sisters orchestrated created both a physical and emotional scar that would remind her of her social standing in this life. When her mother is lucky to work for Queen Stephanie and her three sons in her castle of Palaye Royale, the sisters go crazy for the middle child of the Queen, Prince Remington. But Remington has his eyes (and heart) set on the unique and gentle-natured daughter who he recognizes from a past memory. As he gets to know her better, he'll learn how scared she is of her family, and of herself. *started on 8/30/2019* {New cover created by the talented @infamousbat}

Frank Iero is back. (Y/n) has no idea of their past together. _ Book two to "30 days with a demon | Frank Iero x Reader" Frank Iero x Reader [gender neutral]

[Y/N] [L/N], an aspiring guitarist, shares a room with an annoying peace-tea loving roomate, unknowing that this man's addiction would soon lead her to a romance and a career after she goes on an early morning shopping run and finds a man laying in a pile of soup cans. Thanks, Ky. (A character has been changed)

Through Death, love was found. Through Life, a war was brought. Diana DeLuca's universe was shifted after meets the dark and intriguing Remington Leith. Everything is new and exciting, but dangerous and deadly. Is love worth living, or is the call of Death too strong?

MY FIRST NON BVB HA This is a lil Palaye Royale/Remington Leith story because why not lmao Basically a bit of a Peter Pan story with a more modern twist.

Part 1 of the "Growing Up"-Triology Charlotte Miller has never been known for being responsible or particularly mature. Meeting Pete on a night out at his club, little did she know that not only is he facing similar issues, he also turns out to influence her much more than she ever expected. Part 2 (Irresistible): https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/33123843-irresistible-pete-wentz-fanfic-part-2 Part 3 (Me and You): https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/38313258-me-and-you-pete-wentz-fanfic-part-3

Unlike the majority of weird things that happened to me, I'm glad you happened, because I was able to find someone who listened. Cared. Understood, no matter how weird shit got. I found...a friend. And..you know, maybe something more. So let's face the inevitable, okay? ••• Dear Evan Hansen Fanfic (no one asked for this lol i'm sorry) (note: this story uses she/her pronouns for reader) I DO NOT OWN DEAR EVAN HANSEN OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. THE ONLY THING I OWN IS THIS STORY, NOT DEAR EVAN HANSEN ITSELF. pop culture references (or any known reference) made in this DO NOT belong to me but to their rightful owners -started: feb. 9, 2018- -ended- june. 23, 2019-