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I'll always end up with you"Ronnie" I cry to myself. My best friend .... The only one I could ever love he's in jail and it's my fault if I would've just read the message later.....
2 months later
Craig just told more lies about Ronnie I know he didn't get caught with hereon in prison he's too good for that. He wanted to get sober even before he went to prison . But I just couldn't stay sober because all I thought about was Ronnie and how much I love him.but he hates me and I went to see him in prison and all he said was how useless I am . He is right though I am useless and no one would love a faggot like me....
2 Years later
Ronnie is out of jail now... He is starting a new band 'falling in reverse' he wrote an album it was rather about how much he hated me or how he was sober now. And yet I'm still a druggie. God I should just die . Ronnie said I was going to anyways so why not make it come true.....
I'm going to rehab today . Maybe when I'm sober I can talk to Ronnie again and get back in Escape th
Random poemI think its amazing about how quickly people can change,
how they grow apart into total strangers
how they say there in love one minute,
but it's gone the next
they say they are happy together and it will never change
but then they never want to speak together again
All one ever wants is to find love
but sometimes it never exsist
sp dip what are you hideing chapter 3Craig slams me agaisnst a wall putting his arm around my neck I praticly see the rage in his eyes "why would you tell Stan to break up wih me??!!" he growels "what!" my mind screams but then i remeber....
"you were beating the living hell out of him" i manage to gasp out. that just makes him more angrey he starts punching my face im loosing alot of blood this was going on for atlest ten minutes
I feel myself blacking out.
suddenly the puching stops and i fall to the floor I try to look up but fail miserbly .
soon the blackness overwelms me but i can hear a soft voice calling my name but i just cant force my eyes open................
What south park charcter i amStan:
[ ] You're the normal kid
[x ] You have an older sister
[ ] You often puke
[ ] You have a poofball hat
[ ] One of your parents is a geologist
[x] Your dad can be really stupid/stubborn
[ ] You have a boyfriend/girlfriend
[ ] You have a lot of talents
[ ] You're Jewish
 You own an ushanka
[ ] You have an adopted sibling
[x] You easily get mad
[ ] Your hair is curly
[ ] You're diabetic
[x] Green and Orange are one of your favorite colors
[ ] One of your parents is a lawyer
 You're fat/big-boned
[ ] You get made fun of because of your body weight
[ ] People make fat jokes about you
[ ] You eat a lot of junk food
[ ] You love acting/dressing like Hitler
[x ] You think Ginger Kids have no souls
[ ] You've once made over 10,000 dollars
 You have a single mother for a reason
[x] You hide your face
[x] You're quiet
 You love boobies
[x] You're such a pervert with a dirty mind
 You have cheesed before
[x] You're poor Almost poor,
I never thought ,CuRedI stand at Evans grave theres nothing i would like to do more than scream but I stay silent I look over at the other goths Henreitta is just in shock not moving gerogie is biting his lip to not cry and Dylan has tears streaming down his face.I feel bad for Dylan he loved Evan and i thought Evan loved him as well even though love is for conformists they were just compatable.I sigh somewhat loudly i dont even know why he did this.
I had joined the goth group about 6 years ago. They only let me in because unlike Stan who had joined them for a while in fourth grade I was a true goth. I had alredy smoked and drank coffe so they knew i wasent going to end up like stan. I push some of my black hair out of my face. I'm trying to find Evan I can speak to the dead when i was a kid it used to terrify me but now it dosent bother me that much. I think Evan is trying to avoied us cause he's gonna get a hell of a lecuture from me. Dylan start sobbing more and i go hug him it's all i can do to help if
sp dip what are you hideing chapter 2Damien is watching me I can feel his eyes on me ever since he saw me reading his jornal he's just been watching me. i want to countine reading but i feel like he will notice and i dont want that. Finally the bell goes and i start walkint home it's very riskey since people always throw stuff at me once i got hit with an cell phone which was really starnge. I still feel eys on me so i pick up my pace a little bit.
I finally get to my adoptive parents house and like usal there not there they only got me because they want the $100 check they get for adopting me. But today im happy their not here the would keep asking me what i was reading and they would keep repeting it because of how drunk they would be. I lye down on my bed until i fall asleep. My alarm starts buzzing very loudly and very anoyylingly I hit the snooze butten i want to go back to sleep but instead i pull my self out of bed and slowly get ready.
By the time im done it's 7:30 so i have a bit of time before i have to leave i
Sp dip What are you hideingA Goth girl walks up to me. This goth girl is damiens sister who went goth sometime around when damien became a popular dick. He beats me up more then any of the other kids ever did. Soon the goth girl is face to face with me i blink before she speaks " I made a copy of damiens jornal" she hands me a black book "ive only read the first few pages but it has magic on it so whenever damien writes sometheing it will apper in the book" " why are you giving this to me Alley??" I'm acutally clueless of why she gave me the book "Because ive tryed to not make him a popuplar asshole but it didnt work so im hopeing maybe you can" with that she walks away back to her little goth group
Shes hopeing i can change damien? No one could change damien. but im curios so i start reading his jornal throughout the day. One page sticks out to me he had written a while after he became popular. "what am i doing with my life? ive became a complete douchebag my own sister became goth because she knows i cant stan
K2 confess chapt 6Moments of silence pass the only sound is my now silent sobs. I look over at Star who has a few tears stroling down her face which is very shocking. I'd never thought i'd see Star crying of all people. Stan notcices she crying and pulls her into a hug. Star freezes.
she ushally does this when she has a vishion. She loosens up in a few secounds and realexs. "Cartman" she mutters Footsteps are heard Stan realses Star and Kenny realeses me. Trent walks down with a wooden bat in his hand. Stars eyes widen but shrink within a few moments. he walks to Stan and knocks him out then star then kenny then myself.......
BEEP BEEP BEEP. ugh what is that anoying sound. BEEP BEEP BEEP. Fuck thats anoying i open my eyes im not in the basment any more im in a stark white room "what the fuck??" all the sudden im in a tackle hug. i look down and see Star Stan and kenny hugging me. " how the hell did we get here??" Star laughs " Cartman found our asses and saved us but we were all passed out so it was dif
sp cured 2I'm awaken to my phone going off i look at dylan who is still asleep i grab my phone and look at the I.d unknown i shurg and pick it up "hello??" " i will find him you know and he will be under my control once again" i pause for a moment "mike?" "very good evan dylan will be under my control you cant watch him forever" "fuck you count fagula" i hit the end button on my phone and throw it across the room. dylans green iris open after here my phone it the floor.
He shifts a bit before looking in my blue eyes " why'd you throw your phone?" i think for a lie i cant tell he about mike it would freak him out to much "Jeysea was just being a bitch" he rubs his eyes "thats starange Jeysea isnt ushally like that" " i dont know why she was being like that but thats not important" he sits up but cringes and lyes back down i brush some of his hair out of his face "are you ok??" its a rather stupied qustion its clear that he's not. " yeah im just sore" i dont reply i dont need to i shift to get up
Investigator!Levi x Ghoul!Reader |A New Light| AU"You disgust me." Those three seemingly simple but dreadful words were spat at you on a daily basis. Not that you appeared to care, but inwardly you cringed whenever a certain man in particular told you them. The man that not only stole your freedom, but the man that unknowingly captured your interest. Who was he?
Levi Ackerman. Strongest Ghoul Investigator out there, known and respected by the public. At first glance he was a person most ghouls with a brain would detest and avoid, but you, grew curious. How a man with such an acid like tongue and short build grasped your attention, was something you still pondered on in your confinement. But as the saying "curiosity killed the cat," goes, your inquisitive ways were your demise when he finally caught your snooping and captured you without a second thought.
Why he didn't kill you on the sight, was something else you couldn't manage to come to terms with. If you could kill a ghoul like yourself nowadays, you would take that chance if you
Dark LinkXReader-A Demon's love~Part 23
All the Kokiri gathered at the news of Helio's tragic death. Around, you all stood together in the forest as Saria placed Helio's tiny body on a lily pad and let it drift further into the forest surrounded by the other fairs who drift through. Once he was adrift, Saria began to play a soft and soothing yet nostalgic melody to symbolize the passing of a friend.
You stood next to Link the whole time. His hand clutched yours firmly and his blue eyes were staring intently forward on Helio's drifting pad. This was all Dark Link's fault. He was too blame.It was a mistake to think that he could go free a live amongst you and him like a normal person. It was a mistake to think that he could actually be a brother and a lover. Link was a fool.
He shook his head and clenched his free hand into a fist. Perhaps he should have killed Dark Link when he had the first few chances.Helio would still be here if he had and you wouldn't be in so much agony. So much heart ache. He wished he could heal
~A World Of My Own~ Dark!Mad Hatter!EnglandXReader
You felt yourself drift into consciousness. You began to fall back asleep but you noticed something odd. Where was your bed, your sheets, your mattress? Eyes still closed, you could feel yourself on laying on your back, on what you knew was the ground. Your arm shifted, causing a rustle of leaves. The forest, you thought. How did I get to the forest?
Eyes still closed, on the edge of dreaming again, you went through the previous night. It had been so normal, you thought. You brushed your teeth, you got into bed, what happened? You were in your own home, weren't you? You must have been sleepwalking, straight from out of your house and into the lawn. Strange. Or perhaps you were still dreaming?
"Wake up, love."
Finally, your body jolted adrenalin into your veins and you lifted your heavy head off of the floor. You could have sworn you heard someone say something, but it was too silent and the world felt too empty for an
Dearly Beloved- (Levi x Reader) [AU]
*A/N: The title is from kingdom hearts but it has nothing to do with it or the content ^^
( x )
Stay with me. Even if I hurt you so.
The lull of the hospital machine is a pounding persistence in his ears, mimicking the slow, steady beating of his own heart. The thick familiar haze of hospital atmosphere is suffocating, the plastic tinge paired with the scent of medicine and pumping machines doing little to give him breathing room. He lets out a labored breath, arms tightening in its cross, and sinks deeper into the comfort of the chair, the only positive piece of furniture in the room.
A few times, during the cusp of consciousness and dream abyss, he notices his heartbeat and yours were one in the same.
His name breathed from your lips was the magic key, and his eyes fly
Levi X Reader: I'm not drunk“Oh, [Name], just the person I needed to see!” Hange called to you after you had your meal with the others.
Your first thought was that the squad leader ran out of people to talk to about titan’s (probably because everyone did run away), and you recoiled at the thought. You were already a victim of one of her “discussions” already having spent a whole night until dawn listening to her prattle. You weren’t eager to repeat the experience too soon. As she got closer, you were ready to prepare an excuse if it came to it.
“Y-yes, what is it?” you asked warily.
“I just have a tiny little problem,” Hange said, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment.
Oh, did you just notice? You thought but kept it to yourself.
Hange looked at your face and noticing no reaction, her face contracted into that of concern.
“What’s the problem then, squad leader? I can’t assist you in… whatever it is y
Cheater!Dave X Reader
She was strong, and everybody that knew who she was knew that.
She went through such tough times, and never shed a tear.
At least, that’s what everybody thought.
When alone, she would curl up in a ball and cry all her worries and pain away.
But when she was with people around, she would always put up a smile.
A mask to hide the pain.
She though nobody knew that.
But he did.
He would follow her around, asking if she was really okay, which she would always answer with a smile.
He could see in her eyes that she suffered.
When he caught her alone, he would pull her in a warm embrace and whisper in her ear.
‘It’s okay. You can cry, I won’t tell anyone.’
Such simple words said in an expressionless tone, but made the girl’s eyes widen and tear up.
Finally someone noticed.
Every time she felt like crying, he was there.
On her birthday, he gave her a bouquet of Dahlias.
He told her the meaning of them.
[Jake x Reader]
The twinkling lights reflected off his glasses as he stared up at the sky. A melancholy air had surrounded the young lad, who brought his green coat closer to his body to maintain some of the warmth that he was without. [Name] had always said that he needed to properly dress for the season since it was Autumn now, but he had an odd reputation to uphold. An adventurer was not an adventurer without a jacket, cargo shorts, and a thin t-shirt. Sometimes it included the hat. But only when the adventure was supposed to be grand.
"I'm not seeing anything," he murmured to himself, adjusting his spot on the blanket that he had laid out. "I don't see how she loves this and calls it peaceful."
"Perhaps you're looking too hard, dear cousin?"
Jake turned his head slightly to see John coming up the hill toward him. "John ol' boy! Lovely to see you again! But what the devil are you doing here?"
"Wondering what the fuck you're doing," the blue-eyed boy answered, as he plopped do
RomanoxReader - Wondering
Arms wrap around Lovino's waist as he's chopping up ingredients for dinner. He turns his head to see the top of your head as you rest your forehead on his shoulder.
"Is everything okay, ________," he asks, quietly, putting down his knife and turning in your grip awkwardly so he's at least facing you and able to return the hug.
You look up at him when he does so and smile a bit, "...Lovi, can I ask you something?"
"Of course. What's wrong?"
You hum in thought for a moment, wondering how to actually ask. You didn't know how Lovino would react to being asked such a thing like this, but, then again, if you never asked then you would have to spend your life just expecting it to happen someday.
"...What do you think about babies?" Your voice is quiet as you ask, you biting your lip as you wait for his answer. There's a pause, but you're pretty sure he knows why you're asking and you can pretty much see him working out what he can say.
This freaks you out, however, because if his answer is go
Promesas (Levi x Reader)Bye Bye
It was nearing autumn. The trees had begun their transition from lively shades of green to yellows, browns, and reds. No longer were the cadets given extra breaks from the excessive heat, but rather more laps to ensure they would not have to endure the chill that seeped through their light jackets. Windows were shut in order for the draft to be kept out instead of open as they had once been to let in the cooling summer breeze. Fireplaces lit up more often, picturesque families gathering around to trade stories before bed, or events of the day. It was the season to bundle up and stay inside, spend time with family and friends.
And yet, this was the season for expeditions. Possible last moments to ever be seen alive again.
This was the season for death. Of pallid cold skin, often stained with the remnants of crimson.
Despite the oncoming symptoms of a harsh winter, tragic endings and bittersweet beginnings, this was the se
Sp kyleMy name is Kyle Brofloski Im a nerdy ginger jew i get beat up at school even my own boyfriend beats me he tells me he has to keep up with his reputation at the end of the day i feel like im almost dead. The only person i feel like i can trust is Kenny he is always there for me no matter what sometimes i wonder if i was with kenny it would be better. But im scared of stan going after me so i just stay silent.
Sometimes i wonder if death would be better. I dont talk as much as i used to and i barley wiegh a thing because i dont eat to much anymore. If i did more people would go after me. I'm tired and beat when my mom asks were all the brusies come from i just tell her im a clutz if i told her the truth she would probably start a war and i dont want that happing again. For the life of me i cant stop cutting it makes some of the pain go away for a while so i enojoy it i know it sounds strange but i just want to feel something other then hate but id rather feel pain then nothing at all so
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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