Latenightwriting Stories

This is a Suicidal!Hinata Shoyo X Reader and Shoyo has depression sadly- I'll put warnings when needed ofc But a few warnings I think I could mention now are Cutting, Swearing etc So uh yeah ALSO I took this story from my old acc @yuki_jason_kirida Let's all just pretend that's Shoyo on the cover even if I think that's Oikawa- I couldn't find a good crying Shoyo- - Door/Jason

I mean i dont know i just started writing it

Welcome to my compilation of poems some old some new. Others are made by my questionable mind late into the night. Others made in the slow afternoons where time goes slowly and you just write to appreciate and encapsulate that momment. Is that even a word. Oml its so late at night. Also other stuff like a vent turned to one shot heck I might even do art for that one shot. (A/N) Theirs gonna be some poems about certain issues that might trigger people from body issues...to other things...feel free to skip those and read the light hearted ones *mutters* If I could even find some. But I will write a disclaimer again in my authors notes. Ok hope you enjoy reading this.

A sad romance story which I have not finalised the storyline yet but it could turn out to be a melodrama. I wrote this I think at one point when I could not sleep XD It is sort of romantic which I did not intend to write about at first because I wanted to make it sad I planned dis piece of writing to be in chapters but honestly idek if I can be fucked continuing

A quiet collection of thoughts written in the stillness of the night-when the world slows down, but your mind doesn't. For the overthinkers. The tired but still trying. The ones who write to understand, or maybe just to let go. A collection of scattered thoughts, reflections, and moments that found their way into words. If you've ever felt stuck, restless, or left behind- maybe you'll find a piece of yourself here, too.

This story does not address a single nationality. It address all who live. All who struggle. And all who fight.

Someone tries to send their dead cousin flowers, not knowing someone had moved in to their house. They don't know this but the person who got the flowers is a friend of their friend who they've only met once and never really spoken to. They keep passing the flowers back and forth with little notes, kind of like Dash and Lily but instead of a notebook it's a bouquet of daisies.

Midnight is a poem about missing someone.

This is mostly short stories that I come up with. There might be romance, letters, sci-fi, fantasy, any combination of the aforementioned things and anything else I can't think of right now. I also use this "story" to experiment with different things, and I would love to get some feedback! If you have any you happen to enjoy, feel free to comment on them what you liked, and I'll try to come up with similar stuff. Also, everything I write should be regarded as fiction. Let's be real, I don't have actual fire-controlling powers, no matter how awesome that would be. My main skills are lying/storytelling and generally being sarcastic. TL:DR, this is just a completely random collection of short stories written by yours truly, with some other cool stuff thrown in if you want.

Late night writings. A lot of these will be inspired by songs I'm listening to. Warning a lot of these may be sad. Some may just be random thoughts I have

??? (I'm to lazy to write one yet)

This is what happens when I write late at night/upset/bored, or all three! Enjoy this feels trip, cause I sure don't 😊

Princess Abeloth of Kingdoms of Δράκοι ( dragons) would get married when she is 17 years old to prince Shoto Todoroki prince of Flăcări. Which when the princess found out she planned three years to escape marrying the prince of her enemy. But her plans of three years got interrupted by two special individuals. Warning - Cussing - mention of rape - viriaty of abuse - old slang

What comes to mind in the early, early hours of the day . I hope you like it !

I'm not a good writer and I'd never be a poet, but my thoughts are drained into here during the oddest hours. It's not particularly "venting" but more of just rambling. Just blabbers. I hope you enjoy somehow. I don't post these the day or hour I write them, but I do include time stamps. I'm often up at the early a.m.s just thinking, distracting myself with my phone and writing it all down in here. Sometimes I won't even post within the same month I wrote.

"A late-night conversation with myself - about fear, failure, and the weight of never feeling enough. Written in the quiet hours when honesty feels louder than sleep."

It is exactly what it sounds like. This is the wonderful story where I collect all of my writing practices. Yeah it's pretty not dope.

Just simple poems, written at night when I can't sleep or early in the morning when I'm trying to calm down.