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."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *regurgitates*

He's the reason everyone locks their doors at night. He's sinister, he's sick. He's the kind of man that people tell their children about, in front of a camp fire on a dark, spooky night. She prays she'll never meet anyone like him. But when she's least expecting it, he'll be expecting her. "You'll be my victim," •A Wednesday 13 story •Horror/Thriller •Mature Content! •Stockholm syndrome Ratings: #1 W13 #1 Wednesday13 #1 JosephPoole #1 mrmotherfucker #1 Murderdolls #13 Wednesday

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"You're a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind and high expectations." "Pardon me Professor, but I'm failing to see the problem." Predisposition~noun a liability or tendency to suffer from a particular condition, hold a particular attitude or act in a particular way. Real love is always chaotic. You lose control, you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. Guinevere will learn what real love is in the year of 1993, assigned to the protection of Harry Potter, she thought her year would be busy enough. Yet she somehow finds time to fall in love, uncover her mother's secrets and meet the infamous Sirius Black and discover that all is not as it seems when legends come lurking into her life. Thank you for choosing my story! This will have smut in it. I will be combining elements of the movies and the books because I love them and this will span from Prisoner of Azkaban right till the end but there will be time jumps I hope y'all are okay with this :) I hope you enjoy the ride... that's what he said. #2 in maraudersfanfiction 24.05.2021 #1 in remuslupin 27.04.2021 #1 in Moony 20.10.2021 #1 in fanfiction 06.05.2021 #1 in marlenemckinnon 11.01.2021 #4 in Wizarding World 29.01.2021 #6 in orderofthephoenix 29.01.2021 #4 in magicalrealism 31.01.2021 #3 in oldfriends 04.02.2021 #9 in aurors 04.02.2021

tw for mentions of abuse and suicide. this work also contains sexual content. thank you :) slipknot - joey jordison + corey taylor / jorey

Corey has an illness, it was something someone gave to him if you like, something he had no choice of, PTSD. No matter what he does he cant forget it, but he has no clue of what his head is doing to him. Joey is a happy go lucky, kinda crazy individual, him and Corey are a standard hook up, friends with benefits kinda deal, but Joey wishes to be more..only Corey wont let him. Completed A few disclaimers Trigger warnings Some things in this book are true to Coreys life or my life please be respectful I do not own any characters and there is no malice intended Not because I actually ship them (This is written from the perspective of someone with menchioned disorder of ptsd and bipolar. This is for now a coping mechanism. Thank you)

{Inspired by Unsainted by Slipknot} -World War II AU- ❝I didn't come this far to sink so low, I'm finally holding on to letting go.❞ Triggers: major character death(s), violence, gore, and swearing/curse words/homophobic slurs

You turn to speak but you're alone million miles from home, you're on your own. DWAYNE HOOVER / FEM OC [ LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE ]

(Jon x Munky) Jonathan Davis, a senior, depressed and alone. Thats until he meets a young man named James Trigger warnings (This is written from the perspective of someone with menchioned disorder of ptsd. This is for now a coping mechanisms. Thank you)