Wasted Stories

juice wrld song lyrics :))

A collection of one shots between the My Hero Academia characters, Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo. Other ships are included too. Gay! I do not own My Hero Academia!

She is not an ordinary girl. She's proud and bold. It's like she knows everything. He likes her. He wants to impress her. That's where the haircut comes in. He messed up. What happens next?

Being shut in or on a leash can do nothing for you Being let go will only make you Strong When your forgotten with no one to care This is were it will leave some one This is a mind with nothing to gain With no soul attached

Are all cross dressers gay? Do gay people deserve equal rights? Find out what Casey thinks in this hilarious, heart- warming adventure!

Lyrics to songs I make

This is purely fiction yet not very far from reality. These are stories of the people who could have been saved but are not.

'I regret those times when I've chosen the dark side. I've wasted enough time not being happy.' #Oneshotstory

Wasted chances are the one's untook, missed and may even be taken for granted. But chances are made to be encountered, chances are made to be recognized. A true to life oneshot story written by experience from a rendezvous situation by a girl wishing to take the mistook chance given by life. Ig: @kaira_the_hooman

Amber is 17 and the most popular girl in the school, she lives the American teenage dream by having plenty of friends, being the head cheerleader and having the perfect boyfriend, who is the most popular boy and also the captain of the football team. At least that is what she thinks her life is like, until she's in a car accident and gets loss of memory. She cant remember anything before the accident. Until someone comes into her life.

b o d y l a n g u a g e .

My name is Lumine. A name that sounds radiant, filled with light-but I feel none of it. I am nothing more than a doll, a puppet dangling from the strings of my parents' suffocating pride. They crafted me into their perfect display piece, parading me like a prize they won rather than a person they raised. Every step I take, every word I utter, every breath I draw-it all feels scripted, rehearsed for their audience. My life is not my own; it's a carefully choreographed performance. My parents are meticulous directors, their eyes sharp and unyielding. They've perfected the art of pretending, of projecting an image of flawless family bliss. Behind closed doors, though, the air is icy. My father's commands echo through the halls like thunder, and my mother's criticisms drip with venom cloaked in sugar. They don't see me as a daughter, only as a mirror to reflect their imagined perfection. I am their legacy, they say, their ticket to admiration and envy. But at what cost? I've forgotten what it feels like to have a dream of my own. Their expectations have choked every flicker of ambition from me, leaving only a hollow shell. I wake up each day, not with hope, but with a crushing sense of inevitability. I know exactly how it will unfold: the forced smiles, the heavy silence when I fail to meet an impossible standard, the cold praise when I do. It's a cycle I can't escape, no matter how much I try. I try to imagine a world where I am free, where I can breathe without the weight of their demands pressing down on my chest. But even that feels futile-like a cruel joke my mind plays on me. How do you fight when you've been drained of the will to even lift your head? The strings tighten around me with every passing day, and I am too tired to resist. My life, my choices, my identity-they've all been stolen, wrapped in a glossy bow, and presented to the world as something to admire. But beneath the facade, I am drowning. And the worst part? I don't know if I even care anymore.

I'm making short stories based off of songs. Please give me your suggestion of songs and wheather you want it in a boy's or girl's POV and I'll make the one shot dedicating it to you. It's just for fun and I hope you have fun reading it :)

Little summary - Erm so basically in my reincarnation au, Focalors is the president of Fontaine and she married Neuvillette (who is still the chief justice, idk) and then they had Furina, their daughter. After some time, Focalors passed away from an uncurable illness. Years passed, Furina is now an adult (18 years old) which means she can live by herself now. Neuvillette didn't want her to live too far away from their home so he brought an apartment near their house for her. He would often go visit Furina and also greet) her neighbors (oh and one happens to be wrio or rizzly idk how to spell). Neuvillette then started to visit wrio too and they eventually fell in love, he doesn't want to keep this a secret from his daughter so they told her a week after they started dating. Furina doesn't seem to mind, she agreed that perhaps it is time to move on from the past, and she is glad that they are at least honest about it and that her dad aint crying over her mother anymore.

Ad interim ad interim;for the intervening time: temporarily. temporary. our 'us' was just temporary. Yes, i loved you. . You also said you love me too. But why? why did you chose her still? am i not enough? please baby stay. . Stay with me and let's make this thing real. It's been months since we knew each other, we get along so well, so good. So good to be true. We were miles away from each other, but distance didn't stop us. . .or so i tought it didn't You may have not promise me a forever, lifetime, or an eternity. But every time we talk, it feels like a happy ever after spree. You made me believe of things i didn't used to. You indulge me with your sweetness and brought me to the point of drowning. Drowning and i didn't had the chance to get up. For you, i was just a chapter. But for me, you were the book. You were my moon. But for you i was just like one of the stars from the galaxy.

Not your usual goodbye story. Jeremy a boy broken inside. How will Emmanuel and Janth bring the smiley and joyful Jeremy back?

Sequel of : STONED *Completed ! 5th written book