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She's  faking it she's faking it she treated me like shit she didn't give a fuck about me her own daughter and she didn't "cry" until you answered the phone and Everytime she wasn't speaking she glared daggers at me and she lied her ass off she didn't talk about how she screamed at me and kept screaming and asking I told her nothing's wrong nothing's fucking wrong the only thing wrong is that you won't leave me alone I just want to be alone she doesn't fucking listen I just want to be alone I just want to be alone I want to be alone I want to be alone I want to be alone she didn't talk about how she threatened to cancel my thirteenth birthday

It was a few days before Christmas, and you and your friends were doing some last minute decorating. Sasha handed you a box of miniature wreaths and you grabbed some hooks to hang them by. Christa then showed you were to put them. Everyone was doing something to help. Sasha had migrated to the kitchen, and Armin was restraining her. Sasha had almost obliterated the cookies he had baked. Eren and Jean were arguing about something dumb, and you pushed past them. You laugh and smile at the antics of the others and make your way back to the main room for more decorations. But something blocked your path. You wince, ready for the fall, but you

((Warning! This is a zombie apocalypse AU so yeah zombies are a thing that exist here!)) Jean would never forget the experience. It was the strangest thing he had witnessed since the thing that had started this all. He went to get some food. Eren offered to help, but of course Jean, being the cocky asshole he is, refused, saying he didn't need help. He wished someone had come with him to witness the event. He thought he was crazy. But he wasn't. "September twentieth, 2014. Day 364. It's been what, a year now since this all started? I can't believe I made it this far. No one can." Jean was running. He was trapped. He tripped over someth

"Alrighty then," you say as everyone was dismissed from the table where meetings were held. You and the crew had calculated every step you would take from the moment you enter until you returned to the casino. There was no way anything could go wrong. Or was there? You thought all night about every little thing, so of course you couldn't sleep. You were way too worried. You did what you did on other sleepless nights. You went into the main room and played on the piano. Yes, you were quite the pianist when you were younger.  There were two pianos in the back of the casino's main room: an upright, with a brighter sound for ragtime-style music

Karkat x Reader Prompt 45. Heartbroken It was just going to be a normal day. You were going to watch a movie with your friend Karkat. But no, everything went to crap and now you're gonna be forever alone. So you were visiting your friend Karkat, right? Just watching a movie with your bro. But he just had to go and break your heart and now you're crying and calling yourself a crybaby then crying again. Why are you crying? C'mon, you're better than that (Y/N)! You don't need him! Okay, maybe you do. You really need that angry moron in your life as much as you need air to breathe and plants need sun to grow. You were visiting the aforemen

Bonus ending: It's been a year since he passed. You were unable to find anyone who could come close to being as perfect as him. You had never told the fans, they all assumed he was dead anyway. You pick up your journal and grab a pencil, trying to write something, something for him, but you can't. Tears stain the paper as you wail in agony. You couldn't take it. "Don't cry, baby." You knew that voice. How could you forget? "... Mark?" You turn around. "In the flesh," he says, flashing a grin your way. You slowly stagger towards him, placing a hand on his chest to make sure this was real. It was. You throw your arms around his neck as you

Isn't it funny How someone can break your heart And blame it on you? I find it funny You think no one would do that You already did.

You thought the storm would never pass. You were visiting Armin Arlert, your boyfriend of two months. When you arrived at his house, you were greeted by storm clouds. You were now trapped there, Armin comforting you every time the thunder surprised you. "(y/n)?" "Yeah?" "If you don't have a flashlight, take this one, in case the power-" The lights suddenly cut off, along with the heater, leaving you shivering on the couch. "-goes off. I'll go get a blanket." Armin returns with a (f/c) blanket, enveloping you both in it. You turn on your flashlight and make shadow puppets to pass the time. You nearly jumped out of your skin when a ridic