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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.
Yandere!Levi x Reader |Notes| AUA/N: It is creepy at times.
You always thought that nobody liked you. No, not in a depressing sort of way - just that nobody had a "crush", or any romantic feelings for you. It didn't really bother you, you didn't need a man's attention. That's why you felt genuinely surprised when you saw a piece of paper on your desk.
It was an average day at school, nothing more, nothing less. The bell rang, signaling class was about to start, and that's when you noticed the slip of paper that managed to find your desk. Thinking that maybe one of your friends left you a note, you opened it was low expectations. Boy, did your eyes widen when you read the contents.
Your hair looks absolutely gorgeous, as do you.
Letting out a shaky laugh, you figured that it was probably just a prank. People liked to sadistically deceive one another all the time, right? The bait was set, but there was no way you'd snap at it for a cheap laugh. Ignoring that note, you just stuffed it in your backpack, and carr
Secret Admirer V [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: Themes of kidnapping and Stockholm's syndrome]
Click. Click. Click.
The familiar footsteps immediately diminished your drowsiness. You jolted from your pillow, directing your body towards the sounds and curled your knees to your chest. Though the sound of the iron grating against the bricks normally made anyone sick, you were used to it. In fact, you found it comforting. It signaled that the only person in your life, your captor, your mysterious lover, your secret admirer, approached you. As his steps halted at the edge of your bed, you shyly held out your hands, questioning his whereabouts. You couldn’t hide your smile as the warmth of his calloused hands encircled your frigid fingers, and his weight shifted you a little closer to him. After cradling the back of your head in his palm, he pulled you into a slow, sultry kiss. At first, you thought of this term of affection as intrusive. It invaded your space physically, emotionally and mentally. But, overtime, you loved
Is Creepypasta Ruined? (Short Rant) I'm not sure if people are going to listen to me,but...
many people complain how creepypasta fandom is AWFUL
✔how ocs ruin the fandom
✔how yaoi/porn ruin the fandom
✔how fangirls ruin the fandom
✔how the stabbing accident is related to all of us.
I am kind of tired of listening how people whine
that they want old creepypasta back.
Sad thing that,
they blame people
who do what they enjoy,
ART is not going to ruin stories
▪nor your be hated fangirls
Just leave the talented artists alone.
stop bullying every living creature just to please yourself.
You cannot take old creepypasta back.
Nor you ever be able to complain to every pasta fan.
Our fandom is not ruined,
Everyday this fandom joins thousands of people.
We are not dying.
we grow up every day. ❤️
Secret Admirer VII [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping, Stockholm’s syndrome and sexual elements]
“Say it again. Say my name.”
As Levi latched his lips around the tender spot beneath your ear, you complied, squeezing your eyes shut. He lightly tugged at the cloth concealing your shoulders, sucking hard down the contour of your neck and leaving purple indentions along the way. His name rolled from your lips in weak moans. As he pulled himself away from his assault on your neck with a low gasp, his slender fingers slipped through the first loop connecting your shirt, his knuckles brushing against the concealed flesh. Your cheeks tinged red.
“Again,” he said, compressing the button between his thumb and knuckle. “Louder.”
Heart racing, you muttered his name once more. Unsatisfied with this result, he unfastened the buttons of your shirt. A little part of you still tried to pull you away, to keep you from this madness, but his touch was so intoxicating. Despit
Secret Admirer VI [Yandere!Levi x Blind!Reader]
[Warning: themes of kidnapping and Stockholm’s syndrome]
“My name is Levi...”
The words repeated in his mind over and over again. As he gripped the iron bars harder than ever before, the frigidness of the metal cut into his skin. He watched you with an aching heart as you twisted and tangled yourself in the covers. Tears rolled down your temples, down the contours of your face. Face contorting to a grimace, you whined incoherently, too exhausted to fully express your worries and feelings into full sentences. The only words you were able to whimper were,
“Levi-! Why! Where-? Please...,” all in between choked sobs.
He thought about your reaction when he finally revealed the truth to you; beating his chest, demanding every possible answer for your current state, hisses and curses. He couldn’t blame you. He let it happen. Once originally a trusted friend, he became a criminal, stealing one of the most sacred human rights from you. Even worse, what made h
Melodies (Yandere!Erwin x Singer!Reader) [AU]
The lights are dim, and the air is cold, a faint smell of lavender wafting about. The relaxed ambiance makes the bar popular with customers, their chatters heard over the music playing in the background.
You step up onto the stage, and the music stops, voices lowering in volume, and the spotlights shine on you. Heads turn, eager to listen to your performance, and you promptly sat on a stool, positioned in front of the microphone.
You look behind your shoulder, relief flooding through your veins as you see the copper-haired figure — Jean — shooting you a grin, a guitar resting against his form. You once again direct your attention to the audience, your eyes fluttering closed as you hold your breath, waiting for the guitar to start playing out its rhythm. You finally opened your mouth and began to sing, the melody filling your ears, a subtle smile playing on your lips.
♪ Love is so different here,
Bite of '87"CREEEEAAAAAAKKKKK"
The year was 1987, and a recently added attraction at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was developing a lot of popularity. The show featured, obviously, a pirate's theme, and the star was a red fox animatronic, cleverly titled "Foxy." The children already adoring the pizza place's animatronics instantly fell in love with it.
However, parents felt another perspective on the fox. His mouth made a constant creaking sound whenever he spoke, and he made such haphazard movements that the hook on his hand would tend to swing dangerously close to the children watching.
It was too bad that the show was shut down so soon after it started.
The cause was a child asking her dad to take pictures of her with Foxy during the show. Nobody had really noticed how much the animatronic's creaking had intensified that day. There had also been the rumors going around about the animatronics being alive, with personalities and thoughts.
But more importantly, nobody really noticed how much Foxy glared
Yandere!Hanji X Reader ||Scientific||part 2
Death, violence, swears, the usual. I had to make a second cause you guys, and myself loved the first one ;D
p.s this one is actually pretty damn gory
You shakily tried to calm your breathing as her footsteps furthered away from the room you were locked in. Your eyes gazed down towards the multicolored haired boy who was lying in a pool of his own blood. "Oh Jean, I'm so sorry..." you mumbled as you turned your head away. You tried to escape the entire time she was gone, but all of your efforts only ended with rope burn on both of your wrists.
She nearly slams the door into the wall as you watch her drag a bloodied, and tied up Eren into the room. She throws him onto the floor in front of you and smiles, "See darling? Look at all the things I do for you!"
You shudder as you watch her pick up the same bloodied bar she had used on Jean. "I loved my experiments on Eren, but I love you even more. Look at all I give up for your happiness!"
She brings the bar down onto E
Corpse Mine 6
Ty bolted through the door, panting and gasping, collapsing in a corner.
He gags louder, they slowly turn to wet coughs and sputters.
The sound of sprinting foot steps is heard as Sky runs in from another corner. He quickly rushes over and kneels next to Ty, just in time to hold his hair back as the Dead Army Leader pukes.
The younger whimpered, his legs and arms shaking. Sky rubs his back in comfort as Ty wipes his mouth.
"A-Are you okay...?"
Ty looked up at the older when those words left his lips, and his eyes glistened with tears. He hugged the commander tightly, letting his tears of fear spill into Sky's shirt. He was acting much like a frightened child.
The older held him close, not minding his tears and wails. He simply stroked his hair, cooing to him to calm him down.
"I got you...."
Ty whimpered, hugging him tighter, tears still flowing down his cheeks. He couldn't help it, but he looked up, and kissed Sky fully on the lips. He pulled aw
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
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