He gently pushed me against the wall, making my breath hitch in my throat. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he trailed a finger slowly down my collarbone. "You're not scared of me?" He cocked an eyebrow. I shook my head, earning a chuckle from him. "You're scared of something," he pondered for a second. "Ah, got it. Flight. Baby, you're scared of flight." -- Rylah Miles is not afraid of anything. Any challenge put in front of her will be faced with a glare and a steely determination, no matter the consequences. But when Jesse James Rutherford waltzes into her life with his never-ending pools called eyes and interesting tattoos, that life philosophy is tested to its limits.

"I'm a goner, Tyler," She shouted, holding back tears, "It's inevitable. I was born to die." "I'll catch your breath, Jenna. Don't let yourself down." -- Tyler Joseph was in love with his best friend. Jenna Black was his life. Breathe her in, breathe her out. Until she runs away and leaves a suicide note that leaves Tyler in tears. What happens when he searches for her and tries to save her from certain death?

Something woke me at precisely midnight that Tuesday night. I'm not sure what it was, until I heard a faint tapping, spanned in a specific rhythm. Tap. Tap tap. Tap. Tap. It was growing larger, until I couldn't take it anymore. I wandered to my window, where the noise seemed to be coming from. Pulling back my blinds, I stifled a scream. -- If you wake in the night, someone is most likely watching you. For me, that was true. The man murdered me. Over. And over. And over. At exactly midnight every time. The challenge? Trying to stop the endless loop.

In which a girl gets picked up by a band at a concert. -- "So," I tutted expectantly, "Why am I here?" "Because," Ashton said vaguely, "You're our new toy."

A book of one shots, short stories based on the band members of 5Sos. There may be some smut but mostly cuteness. Written by request.