Based off the One shot 'stuck' written by @soysawce. Remington leith Kropp - Lead vocalist of Art/Fashion band Palaye Royale, Bother to Emerson and Sebastian. Harlan Crynn Mahelona - Aspiring tattoo artist, Graduate of Art institute of Nevada. Best friend of Emerson Barrett. The two hadn't connected from the start, they never had a relationship other than bickering like divorced spouses, years into this complicated duos non-friendship they find themselves in a less than ideal situation at the hands of the bestfriend/brother who just wants them to get along, involving cuffs and confessions. Resulting on an interesting and unexpected journey. XxXxXxX

"i don't mind being hated, but I hate being misunderstood" AP soysawce 2018

"Who are you anyway?" He asks. "Ember Mason. I would shake your hand but I don't know if I'm worthy enough." "Listen princess, just shut up yeah? Run back to your boyfriend he'll care. Because shock horror, I don't. I don't even know you and nor will I." Ember Mason (Barakat) and Alex Gaskarth are unlikely to meet. But through it all, they manage to find something. Fans, Ex's, you name it, but nothing will bring them apart. April 29th "You may now kiss the bride." Mr and Mrs.

Kendall Carney always had her head in a book. Alex Gaskarth was your typical punk high school senior. What do two polar opposites have in common? An English teacher who gives a pen pal project. The catch? You don't know the other person's name. All you know is their address. Dear Book-Girl, Everyday at school, from the second I step out of my car, I'm searching for you. I look for anybody who fits your description of yourself. But I keep coming up empty handed. Maybe I'm looking too hard and you're right in front of me, but maybe I'm not looking hard enough. Maybe you're sitting in that one corner I forget to check everyday during lunch reading a book. Maybe you're not even real. Maybe this is all a dream and all of these emotions I feel while writing you aren't real. Maybe. Love Your Pen Pal, Guitar-Guy

This book contains adult themes of a sexual and violent nature, along with gratuitous drug use. Also topics covered include self harm and eating disorders which may be triggering. Poppy Hart is a young woman, bored with her life. She takes a risk on an interesting job opportunity that takes her thousands of miles away from home and her comfort zone but all that glitters isn't gold and they'll be some tough roads along the way. She'll have to fight for the man she loves against her own demons and discover if she's strong enough to overcome her darkest days. fanfic with Palaye royale, asking Alexandria and Andy Biersack.

We all die for something, but in our world we die for love. Spelling errors I'm sorry but not lots! Sequel coming soon!

"I hate you, Denis Stoff." #1 in 'Denis Stoff' Fanfiction

This is the story of a revolution. Happy endings in the real world are more of a fairy tale then the wives tales told around campfires. People don't live long enough to find the felicity that this world can bring when all around there is death and destruction. However, lights can be lit and hope can be instilled no matter how desolate the situation may seem. A raised fist can cause a population to follow in the footsteps of a great man in hopes of being lead to some paradise. This haven can only be won through the blood and woes of war, one with a story forged in the vermillion gore. When love is caught up in the midst of an uprising such as this, there comes a choice. The choice is obvious but... There is no path but to win...even if it means losing everything you hold dear to you.

My eyes filled up with warm tears, my lip quivering as I clenched my fists. This was not the Andy that I knew and loved. No, now he was a monster. A cold hearted, disgusting monster. "Get out, Andy." I snapped. "Snow please. I didn't do it!" He cried. "You liar." I said through gritted teeth. Andy shook his head. "Snow I swear-" "Get out, Andy! Now!" I screamed at him, tears running down my face. Andy dropped to his knees and grabbed my hands with his cold ones, bringing them to his shaking lips. He kissed along my skin delicately before looking up with pleading eyes. "I- I love you. I love you- and- and only you Snow. Without you, I'm lost." Andy said in a shaking tone as he shook his head. I snatched my hands away from him and folded my arms over my chest. "You fed from me. You took too much so I wouldn't remember a thing." I said angrily, pushing against his chest with full force. He swayed back a bit but still sat on his knees, shaking his head. "Yes you did! You lied to me! You're a monster." Andy stood. "Snow, please." "Get out." I snapped. "I was trying to protect you!" "Protect me? From what! You sneaking around? Trying to cover up your lies?" I hissed angrily at him, shoving against his chest. Andy stumbled back a bit and looked at me, tears streaming down his face. "No, Snow. Please listen!" "I don't want to hear it." I snapped. "Snow... please." Andy begged. "I don't want to see you again."

"You only care about yourself." I snapped. His face softened. "That's not true." Such a lie. He had no shame in lying to my face, nor did he have shame in his behavior or actions towards me. He was selfish. He only cared about himself and no one around him. The games he played with my head. The things he said to my face. Everything he's done to me has broken me more than I already was, so why was I still here? Why was I here with him? Why was I thinking about him and thinking of his feelings instead of my own? "I care about one thing." "What's that?" I asked gently. "You."