Rainbow Dash, 15. Just your average cocky athletic teen. Only cares about Friends, her family, Sports, grades and that's pretty much it. She isn't one of those girly girls who love sappy stuff . " Love is fake" she tells her friends. She believed that until she met a certain navy haired boy. Soarin, 15. Your cliché bad boy, always getting in trouble. Doesn't care about anything except himself. Doesn't believe in Love and just dates girls when he's bored. He tells himself" I'm never falling in Love" that was until he met a certain rainbow haired girl. Read to find out how these two frenemys become more than just frenemys. " If I love you was a promise, would you break it if you're honest?" "I'm the one who burned us down, buts its not what I meant" "I guess you don't know what you got 'til its gone... he wasn't My Everything, 'til we were nothing " 🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥🎶♥ Title Based off Ariana Grande's song "My Everything" 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 This is my second Soarindash Fanfiction, yeah. What can I say? I love the ship! Thank you for everyone who is reading this book, I really appreciate it UwU it means the world to me 😊 The Beautiful cover is made by @goldenflame7 Yeah, this book was me being Demisexual without even knowing it. #Pride Started- December 13, 2019 Completed- check :D ©2020

Writing a memoir at only fifteen years old has taught me a lot. Giving me the time to reflect on the lessons I learned the hard way and the mistakes I've made thus far. I learned, if there is at least two sides to every story, there is at least two sides to every person. What could be a smile is a broken heart in a deeper reality. We all live in a society where nothing is as it seems, the people being more complex and astonishing than the countless novels we read. And in a world ruled by tragedies, we are the survivors. Getting through our own history, more important to us then what we read in school. We take our story one page at a time, word by word because in the end, it will all be worth it. I dedicate this memoir to the people who have been with me on my journey of self discovery, even if only in spirit. Mom- Who has made non stop sacrifices to ensure my happiness and well being. Nothing would be possible without you! Grandma- Who has inspired me and made a huge influence to the person I am now and who I'll be in the future. Callie- My own personal slave, illustrator, editor and full time best friend. You know I love you <3 Ariana Grande- My celebrity inspiration, showing me that it's ok to "love who you love, no one can judge, follow your heart and don't give up", getting me through the long and lonely nights. Be sure to buy her new album "Moonlight", hopefully to be released this year and her new fragrance "Ari" in accordance to the "Be You" campaign. Adam Young (Of Owl City)- My first artist I listened to, your songs make me think of the past and the new adventures to come. Sam Tsui- The album "Make it up" taught me to not be scared of not knowing what's going to happen next. Being young and naive Isn't necessarily a bad thing, as it brings way to new experiences, to be vulnerable and crying doesn't make you any less of a person. That we're all human and it's ok to embrace it.

(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

Taehyung-Let another man touch you and I'll fvck you on the top of his grave. Yn-No matter how far I run or how well I hide.He will flip the world upside down Just to find me Taehyung-You are my dirty little whore and I'm your master.... Yn-I hate you.... Taehyung-I know you hate me and I don't fucking care about it..because I hate you more than anything in this world Taehyung-Cazoo...Fvck...Beg...beg for it "Venom" Yn-Please.... Taehyung- What we are doing is sick but no one else touch you like me... @Mature content @All right Reserve

'I know things started off badly and you probably don't see me the same way I see you. I thought maybe if I told you how I feel, things could be different. The truth is, I can't stop thinking about you. I'm crazy about you. I think you're amazing! But I know these feelings I have are wrong. It's not the way a boy should feel. Shame swallows me whole, just writing these words. My father would kill me but I can't live in his shadow forever. I just...' Travis Phelps x reader This takes place before "The Bologna Incident" and in which Travis has a crush on Y/n instead of the secret someone he did before Started: October 28th, 2021 Ended: (And yes, the note is mostly the same but I don't have any ideas for that.)

I wasn't special, I wasn't a marine or a scientist sent here from earth to study Pandora, I was a behaviorist-some say behaviorists are scientists too; but the brain isn't made up of mathematics and hope, it's like the roots of trees. Forever speaking but unheard. I study people's brains and their behavior. I don't look at it with hope and faith. I'm nothing special, not really. When I was accepted to help with Project Pandora, I was exhilarated. This was my big break, something to get me out there. I never expected for it to spiral into my life unprofessionally-become personal, emotional. That I would have to fight in a war between man and alien, choose between my own people and a clan of beings that accepted me-welcomed me, trained and made me one of them. This wasn't supposed to become personal, but it did.

This is a sequel to my story "Walk Me Down The Aisle" ___ It has been several months since our last conversation, and the details of that exchange have faded from my memory, clouded by a haze of deceit and regret. I've come to accept that perhaps our connection was not destined to endure, merely a fleeting respite from the trials and tribulations we each faced. My love for him once blinded me, yet in the aftermath, I am struck by how I projected an image of myself that fell short of authenticity. It took only a matter of months to realize my error and confront the truth that I had been so engrossed in my own pursuits and aspirations that I failed to recognize the depth of Scott's heartache. At this juncture, I find myself pondering the endless "what-ifs" and "what-might-have-beens." If only I had been sincere, open, and genuine from the start, perhaps our story would have taken a different turn. I once coveted the adoration that fans bestow upon their idols, only to realize that I had squandered the chance for such a love to flourish. My actions have led to our parting, and for that, I am filled with remorse. Hindsight has illuminated the cracks in our foundation, revealing the fissures that widened into chasms over time. Now, I grapple with the weight of my own missteps, calling into question the integrity of the connection we once shared. The echoes of our fractured bond resonate within me, serving as a solemn reminder of love's fragility and the consequences of lost opportunities.

"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕, 𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒂" Y/N has always been a huge fan of Ariana, although she never thought she'd ever meet her biggest celebrity crush. Well, one beautiful day she does, but that day did not go as expected, nor did the rest of her life, does it change for the worse or the better? Read to find out! COMPLETED BUT UNDER EDITING!! Not g!p Y/N is she/her TW's will be shown only in the introduction! Started: March 30th 2024 Finished: May 8th 2024 I OWN EVERY CHARACTER AND THE STORYLINE!!

"I had always fit into people's standards. Perfect. People don't tell you how much it sucks to be perfect. They expect happiness. They expect a put-together life, but my life was anything but happy and put-together. Some days were great, but more often than not I would find myself screaming into my pillow in the early hours of the morning." ~~~ Picture-perfect body, picture-perfect hair, picture-perfect friends, picture-perfect boyfriend, picture-perfect life. But is Faye's life really so perfect? Is she really what is shown in the media under the blinding lights? Is being a cover girl really that great? TW: Anorexia/bulimia, emetophobia, body dysmorphia, emotional abuse, suicide, self harm *If LGBTQ+ topics make you uncomfortable don't read this* *VERY BAD. WILL REWRITE SOON*

First: an object in motion stays in motion and an object at rest stays at rest unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. Damien Haas had to learn that lesson the hard way, that it only takes an outside force to change his life around, this outside force being Y/N. Second: force equals mass times acceleration. Shayne Topp didn't see that one coming, because if Y/N didn't charge into his life with speed, things would have been different. Third: for every action, there is an equal opposite reaction. Ian Hecox drew the last straw when he met Y/N and he realized that whatever he did would turn his world upside-down. Three boys. Three laws of motion. Fifteen oneshots to move their lives completely. --- STARTED: 04/02/2020 COMPLETED: 05/28/2020 Cover: Made in MS PowerPoint, photo credits to Smosh (SmoshdotStore) 2200+ words per oneshot Disclaimer: I own this story but nothing else! Smosh is a-may-zing, and you guys are all my favorite pizza places. (2020) Highest rankings: #1 in smoshfanfiction #1 in ianhecox #23 in smosh