When troubled student Mallory Valentine is caught by the eye of her new music teacher Mr Armstrong, her life becomes surprisingly and quickly messy. Taking on the challenge to teach her at a subject she is aimlessly failing at can seem so much more impossible when she simply doesn't care. "Y'know its your future that's going down the drain here, not mine." He smirked over at me. Tapping the end of his pen on the piece of paper covered in scrawly hand writing, which was an attempt at the task he given me earlier. "Then why are you trying so hard to teach me?" I smirked back, watching his slowly drop. "Because its my job," he stated bluntly, his smug facial expression long gone as his emotionless eyes dropped on to me. the bags under them definitely made him look like some sort of dead undead creature. "Well Mr Armstrong I'm sure my brilliance at this subject will come to me at some point." I Bitterly smiled snatching my sheet back from off his desk. He dreaded teaching me as much as I dreaded being in his class, but the tension between us was only starting to get fun. "Good things come to those who wait," "Oh yeah? Well I'm not the patient type Miss Valentine," "I've noticed and noted, as to why it'll take a while to come to me," "You're a nightmare to teach," "Not to sound too egotistical Mr Armstrong but I do believe I'm probably the funnest nightmare you'll ever experience," "Is a fun nightmare not a dream?" "Not at all. Nightmares are fun for the nightmare... not the one experiencing it," He sighed loudly as I watched him bite away a smirk. "Go sit down. stay still and pay the lesson some attention. And for the love of God be quiet."

"You've been weird with me for days now!" I shouted, "Why? Billie what happened between us? You won't even look at me any more, do i mean nothing to you or something?" "-No! It's not like that-" "-I've known you my whole life and now you act like you don't know me. Do you care about me?" "Of course I do-" "-then why are you staring at your converse right now?" He looked up at me finally, his eyes meeting mine. "Because looking at you makes me nervous recently," he sighed lightly. "Why?" "I don't know. It's not that you don't mean anything to me because- by God phee you do. You're my BestFriend and I've always been myself around you but now I get all nervous and my stomatch starts feeling weird and-" he cut himself off as he stopped talking mid way through sentence. "And?" "I don't know. One moment I can't take my eyes off you then the next I'm scared to let them lay onto you," "Why? Billie it hurts when you don't look at me, why do you dodge my eyes when they try to meet yours?" He breathed in lightly. He looked back down but made sure to quickly look back at me. "It isn't that I won't look at you cause you don't mean any thing to me, I don't look at you sometimes because the impact your gaze gives me now, scares me. You make me feel all tingly and gooey. And it scares me." "Why does that scare you?" "Cause I've never felt this way before, i don't even know what it means," his eyes looked back down at the floor. And instead of getting angry about it i let them. Because I understood why they were scared to look at me. I make him feel new feelings he's never even knew exsisted, and he doesn't like it. he doesn't even know what those feelings are. And call me crazy, but maybe he loved me too, not in the friendly way. Maybe he loved me but he didn't realise. He looked back up to me, he gave me a half hearted smile before he spoke up again. "Seeing you use to be so easy, but now you breathe and i turn to stone."

Larry Stylinson version of the movie "The devil wears prada". This story is already fully written, updates every week.

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

harry likes pretty pink flowers and louis enjoys ink and piercings. **This story contains possible triggers. Read at your own risk.** started in 2015, finished in 2017. slowly editing.

A loyal dog wanders the realm of an apocalyptic world in search of food. To his surprise, he finds his owners, but it isn't the happy reunion he expected. TW: gore, death

𝗔 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✍︎︎ ➪𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

Imagines for: Emerson Barrett Sebastain Danzig Awsten Knight Remington Leith Geoff Wigington Otto Wood

You accidentally piss of the wrong green monster and end up becoming a maid, more like slave for a band you've never heard of! How long will it last? Will you fall for the blue haired, black eyed lead singer or will it end in heartbreak? •THIS IS WRITTEN USING FEMALE PRONOUNS•

Recently there have been a number of unexplained deaths in my neighborhood. Everyone is on edge. Many believe it is murder. The main suspect is a girl living alone in the huge, old-fashioned house at the end of the street. Her name is Melanie Martinez. [August 2015 - August 2016]