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Every time I see you my heart skips a beat,
My stomach jumps into my throat,
My lungs loose all their air,
and I can't breathe,
I trip over my words,
I go weak in the knees,
I can't think,
And my chest hurts,
I can't form words,
I get flustered
I forget my name,
and worst of all,
My belly aches cause all the butterflies.
Who you are.It's 2:00am. You can't sleep. To much to think about. Why not look around YouTube? You find songs you love. They're rambunctious and exciting... But that's not how you feel. And you can't handle it. It kills you. A stab in your gut, and every happy word turns the knife.. Eventually you find this guy with the voice of an angel, and you pretty much fall in love with his falsetto.. Three nights later you're up again because of the same reasons.. Why not look at what videos he's posted? And then... You find him with one of your songs. One of the amazing songs that make you believe life can be beautiful.. As soon as his voice comes out of your headphones full blast your eyes sting and your arms get goosebumps because he's singing a song you would be dead without. And after holding it in for weeks.. Months, maybe even a year, the tears fall, and don't stop even after the song is done and over, and you just keep crying, because "it's okay no to be okay"
Hypocrite..H... Hard to accept you did it too?
Y... You can't believe I did this to you?
P... Pain? Ha! How do you think I feel?
O... Over you now, Believe me, shit's real!
C... Can't believe I wanted a truce.
R... Right, You're thinking about the noose...
I... I wish we could have stayed friends,
T... Things like this deserve ends...
E... Eventually, you may realize you are a hypocrite..
A song I wrote..I was sitting in my best friend's bed. My knees were up and my head was resting on his pillow.I was subconsciously humming to myself as I read a new book I got for Christmas.
"You know what you're doing, right Hillary?"
I stopped reading and looked up at him with giant puppy eyes.
"You're so sexy, you're giving my bed a boner.."
"Wow, Elliot!" I laughed and threw a pillow at him. He looked really serious all of a sudden. He was playing with my bookmark in between his fingers when I went back to reading. I saw movement and then my book was yanked out of my hands.
"Elliot! Give me my book back!" I laughed again and he landed on the bed beside me with his hair over his eyes. I moved it away from his eyes and laughed again.
"Having fun? Can I please have my book back?"
"What song were you singing?"
"You hum when you read. What song were you humming?"
"Uh, I don't know, one I wrote I guess, can I have my book back please?"
"You wrote that!?"
"Fine." He said lau
That's all I feel.
Or at least I try.
Just seeing you with her, being happy, it hurts.
It's painful to know I wasn't good enough for you.
But I'm okay with that. Maybe eventually her perfect will run out and I'll finally be the one for you.
Maybe someday I'll be perfect, or someone will just think I'm close enough, even when I'm far from.
Maybe you'll realize to late that you had me in the palm of your hand.
You could have played me like a flute and I wouldn't have cared.
You don't even know how I feel.
Right now I'm just your friend.
I want to be more but you're so happy with her.
I have no chance.
So I guess I'll try and feel empty.
Drowning.I had a dream.
In my dream my sister came from her room and started to talk about her friend.
I knew who she was talking about so I tried to talk to her about him.
But for some reason I started drowning. I was choking, sputtering and crying.
"Help! Help!" I yelled. I called for my sister's help.
"Becca Help me!!" I couldn't breathe! My shouts for help only made me float father out to sea!
"Becca help!!" I choked out.
"I can't breathe!" Soon my mom and my sister were staring at me. All of my friends were there too. Right after I looked closer to shore and saw my sister's friend. He was also drowning. I looked to see if his head was above water. As far as I could tell it was.
My lungs were burning now. They were on fire.
"Mommy, help me!" I would yell. But still she just stared at her drowning daughter.
"Mommy! Save me!" My head went under water and I soon bobbed up and over it again to see my sister running to save her friend.
"Becca! Save me too! Becca help!"
She continued to catch her
Promise.Driving. Me in the passenger seat. Mom in the driver's. We're silent. I'm trying to hold on to my sanity. I'm thinking about him. Him and how she'd never approve of him.
"When would I be able to go on a date by myself, Mom?" I said breaking the silence. I played with my promise ring.
"Because, you're 15."
"But I have my promise ring!"
"There's this little thing called temptation, Danielle. Your purity ring doesn't matter."
Fumed. Pissed even.
"You're 15! You wouldn't last that long."
"Mom, I'm not stupid, I can handle myself!"
"Danielle, You're never going on a date by yourself!"
"What are you afraid of Mom!? Me having sex? Getting pregnant!?" I have totally snapped my lid now.
"Yes Danielle I am!"
"Don't be mom! The only reason I got a promise ring is because I never want to have sex! Do you know why mom!? Do you freaking know why!? I was raped okay!? I was raped mom! And so was He! The boy I want to go on a date with! We were both raped. By the
You're playing the my life is worse game?I don't think you should complain,
They have it just the same,
Maybe even worse,
They've been through divorce.
They're only Five,
and a little sister who's one
and you're complaining?
Okay, so you've been through divorce,
and you barely have anything,
But there's that,
and Loosing your father,
Their dad was kicked out,
but here's the catch,
He wasn't even their dad,
She was cheating on him.
I think it's pathetic that you think your life is ending,
Is your mom abusive to your father?
Is your mom addicted to drugs?
Is your little sister only related to you through your mom?
I'm glad I realized this while you were playing the my life is worse game,
that two five year old's and a one year old, know what you're going through
and worse, and they don't even know what's going on. . .
Quotes: Be strongThe people who bully you are uglier than they say you are, they only see the pro's in themselves and the con's in everyone else.
Don't let people get to you.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Yes, you may be breakable and fragile, but so are those beautiful porcelain dolls.
I'm not as fragile as you think I am.
Be the good you want to see in the world.
I thought about giving up, but then I tried harder.
Look to the lord when there's troubles, not a knife.
I can be who I am and proud at the same time.
Don't believe it if you don't know who conceived it.
You want someone to tell you it's okay? What happened to the people who gave up everything for you?
speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.
You're never really alone.
Be who you want to be, not what others want to see.
You don't have to be a clone to be beautiful.
You know who's beautiful? Read the first word again.
I don't want a prince charming because I'm not a princess.
Sometimes a pen and paper are the best listeners.
Five Nights at Freddy's - 1987It wasn't supposed to happen, it really wasn't. 1987 would've just been another year of Freddy Fazzbear's Pizza; a happy place for kids and grown-ups alike. A highly-rated place for children's birthday parties or just to have a fun night out as a family. There had already been a few... strange occurances at the place; five children had disappeared and the animatronics were appearing more... undead. More foul in the smell as well. Nonetheless, the children were blissfully unaware.
But no one knew what that day was like, the notorious day that was known as The Bite of '87. Perhaps for the humans everyone know. Gruesome, full of screams that were heard from outside the damn restaurant. Journalists took snapshots from the pizzaria all the way to the hospital. The poor boy didn't see it coming. The parents never went back there, filed multiple lawsuits, won a few thousand dollars.
But no one had meant for it to happen, not even...
It was a wonderful business day going on for the workers of
Animatronics x reader Five nights at Freddy's p3Your plan was to check the cameras only for Foxy and to check the lights to see if anyone was outside. It sounded simple but, it proved more difficult when you actually tried it out. You were making small mistakes like forgetting to shut the right door when you checked on Foxy. You knew when the time was around 3 am that those mistakes would be crucial to your life. You checked the time to see how much longer you'd have to do this. The time was 3 am. "HAHAHA HAHA AHA HAHA" You stopped. That noise told you Freddy was getting closer. You knew this meant you'd have to change up your game plan a little bit. You lessened looking at Foxy every 2 seconds to every 5. You were finding it a bit hard to check the cameras even with your plan. There would be times where you would just catch Bonnie about to walk in on you. You glanced at the clock and saw it was 4 am. 'Just 2 more hours' you encouraged yourself. You checked Foxy again and he was gone.
You immediately went for the
Foxy x Reader Part 1 (Five Nights at Freddy's)
You sighed as you walked into the security room for the 3rd time this week. The first couple of days were freaky, the animatronics would move on their own! It was mostly the 2 named Bonnie and Chica. Freddy stayed put.
But the one place in the restaurant that confused you was the place on your map called “Pirate Cove.” You didn’t understand why the curtain was always closed, and why there was a “Sorry! Out of Order” sign in front of it all the time. What exactly was behind it? Was there another animatronic? If so, why didn’t it try to kill you already?
As it became 12:00am, your heart began to beat quickly as another night of terror began. You switched your camera to 1A, where the 3 animatronics were stashed. In horror you saw all 3 of them staring at the camera. You jumped back away from the camera and switched it quickly to camera 3, which was the supply closet.
You decided to simply listen for the animatronics. Usually you could hear their clangin
Regret (Chapter 29)
An hour ticked by, and then another, each second being even more painfully long than the last. Germany kept looking up at the clock, barely even noticing how the time went as every time he glanced up, it still practically looked unchanged. Every so often, he would push his seat back as if trying to get up to go try again, but one look from Romano and he sat back down. It wasn’t yet time to go back into Italy’s room.
None of them flinched as the clock rang about three times, it being the only sound echoing through the house at this point. Romano tilted his head very lightly, as if trying to keep an ear out for any other noises. Nothing. He nodded his head once towards the German, leaning back in his seat as he let the blonde get out of his seat to head to the back of the house. It was time.
Germany walked very quietly towards the hallway to Italy’s room, making sure not to make any loud noises to alert or startle the Italian. He breathed deeply before opening the door,
Five Nights (Levi X Reader AU) Prolouge(I hadn't seen any AU's for Five Night's At Freddy's, the current spooky scary game that most people seem to be talking about and playing. So I wanted to write something and since I have been low on ideas, this seems to be the best thing right now. Enjoy.)
Well darn it.
You just got fired from your job.
You were working as a cashier in a small shop nearby to your apartment. You weren't really making a lot of money anyway, and you were fired because apparently you were 'slacking off', 'not paying attention' and 'always was picking a fight with your boss'. Well, that was ONE time, when you teased him about his eyebrows. They were like big grey caterpillars on his forehead.
So he yelled at you today and fired you. Not like you didn't care. It's just that if you lose your flat you didn't have anywhere else to go, and you didn't want to be the person who asks to stay at someone's place for a while and when you do practically feed off of their money and food.
So here you are now, in your apa
Yandere!Tsukiyama x Reader - Pretty little girl RQ
Warning: Some scenes may be a little explicit
The books you were holding were heavy. The science book and the math book were thick books that you swore you could never lift from the look of them.
You fixed your hold on them and sighed as you walked to the library to return them as you were done with the classes.
Reaching the library a person came out almost hitting you with the door and excused themselves only catching their purple hair before they ran out of the room and down the hallway. Shaking your head, you rushed into the room quickly before the door closed on you.
Once inside the library, it was empty save for the librarian placing a book back onto the shelf. You walked to the front desk and saw a bell on the desk, ringing the bell the librarian quickly came to the desk and looked at you.
“May I help you?” You nodded and handed your books to her.
“I would like to return these books please.” She took the books and scanned them only to place th
What Time Is It, Mr. Fox? [Foxy/Reader] PreviewNote: Based on Scott Cawthon’s Five Night’s at Freddy’s. Will contain a twist ending.
Your boyfriend Mike had been in desperate need of a job. So he got one at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, which was where you had your first job. You suggested he use you as a reference.
“So, how did the interview go?”
“Oh, yeah, they hired me almost as soon as I got there,” Mike answered, locking the door to the apartment behind him. He leaned over and kissed you on the cheek before walking into the kitchen.
“Did you drop any names~?” you persisted, almost jumping after him.
“Yeah, after I was hired,” he replied. Your shoulders slumped. He gave you a weird look before opening up the fridge and grabbing a box of takeout leftovers. “Want any noodles, babe?”
“No, I’m good.”
You shut the refrigerator door with your shoulder and leaned against it. Mike Schmidt, the man of your dreams, sighed.
Don't Forget... (A FNAF fanfic)It was another frightful night at the haunted pizzeria. All of the animatronics have moved from their original spots, and begun wandering around the pizzeria to cause tension to the security guard. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica are almost convinced they know all of the guard’s strategies to avoid them all, and have thought of the most foolproof plan to finally catch the security guard.
Freddy was the one calling the shots, telling where Bonnie and Chica could go, while he stayed in one spot to add tension. He stayed in the shadows and listened carefully for a beep that tells the camera is being operated and the guard is looking through the camera. He stays still like a statue, and waits for time to pass, to know when it’s his cue to move.
Bonnie was moving slowly to the security room, following Freddy’s orders carefully. He is also listening carefully for a beep to know someone is looking through the cameras. He moves at a casual pace of walking, but h
TWD Fanfic: Common Ground - Ch.5
Clementine catches sight of Kenny walking towards Luke and her; she smiles, in order to greet him, but her happiness vanishes as soon as she sees the grim expression imprinted on his face. He's literally boiling with rage.
"Kenny, what's happening...?"
The man doesn't seem to hear her voice, his uncovered eye fully focused on Luke. "You. With me. Now," he spits out, stressing every word with anger. The younger man turns his head towards him and arches a brow, but he doesn't have the time to make a sound as he's instantly yanked off the ground with force.
"Hey!" Luke protests in surprise, trying to free himself from his death-grip. "What the hell, man? Get your hands off me!"
"Shut the fuck up and move, asshole," Kenny snarls, releasing Luke's orange shirt only to shove him across the hall, towards the exit. "We gotta lots of things to talk 'bout..."
"Kenny," Sarita's voice is filled with fear as she makes her way towards them, attracted by the comm
Surrender to SlenderMy legs. They ached. But I still had to run. I could sense him behind me. Just there. He didn't walk, he didn't run. He was just there.
I turned off my light in hopes that he would loose me. No hope. He was behind me and he couldn't get any closer. Maybe it was my breathing that was drawing him in. In. Out. In. Loudly. I'd been running so long. My breathing was so heavy that it wouldn't take long for him to find me. He could probably hear me from across the forest. Where's the truck? maybe keys were in there. It wouldn't take much to run him over. He wouldn't be able to resist going in front of it.
In. Out. In. Out. Was it by the rocks? Or was it closer to the bathroom? Was that him!? I can't see! Don't turn your flashlight on. Don't turn it on. You'll find the truck eventually. Is that it? Nope that's the four pointless walls.
This was pointless. I'd lost the friend I'd brought. He got them. Why would we do something as stupid as going to the forest? Especially after someone warned us
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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