TheCrazyPanda2001

I wish I was like all of the other girls. Pretty girls. Pretty girls with tiny waists, long hair, beautiful vibrant colored eyes, rich designer  clothes, plump and tiny kissable lips, and a crowd of adorable friends and fans. But god just didn't bless me with those traits. Instead, I have a waist I think is large, [h/l] hair, dull [e/c] eyes, dark colored street-style clothes, dry lips, and no friends at this hell of a school I now go to. I felt like the most ugly girl alive. But why was I worrying about how I looked? I obviously had harder and more horrible problems in my hands right now. I wish I never even came here. I mostly wished my mo

    It’d been going on longer than you would have liked.    The secretive glances to one another, the whispers that were almost immediately by muffled giggles. They’d look up at you, whisper fervently before he would ask you that dreaded one question.    Eren leaned into Levi’s side and shot a glance your way before whispering something into his ear. Levi’s grey eyes rose to meet your own, then settled back on Eren’s. The corners of his lips twitched at whatever was said.    Didn’t they have any shame?    Didn’t they know they were hurting your feelings?    Eren peeled himself away from Levi

"Right now he's probably slow dancing with a bleached-blond tramp, And she's probably getting frisky... Right now, he's probably buying her some fruity little drink 'Cause she can't shoot whiskey... Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick, Showing her how to shoot a combo..."                                            You looked up at the clock hanging above the stove. 10:35, and Levi still wasn't home. You had a pretty good idea where he was and what he was doing. You had been suspicious for quite some time now, and him not coming home wasn't helping. The icing on the cake though, he smelled like another women's perfume a

--- Count the Ways - Yandere!Boys x Cursed!Reader --- [warnings for language, violence/gore, CREEPINESS and trigger warnings for unhealthily obsessive/controlling relationships.  The yandere ship should also be a clear warning here] My entry for the Halloween Contest.  Let's begin. 8D --- [Songstamp: "Rossini William Tell Overture Part 2 and 3" - from the "Catherine" OST] It had all started with a rumor. Legend spoke of a maiden from long ago who was famed for her never-ending love and devotion for a young soldier in the Recon Corps.  When the soldier was assigned to an expedition where doom was the only possible outcome, he was despera

     You watched nervously as a group of semi-popular guys from your university entered the small coffee shop you worked at off campus. You watched their eyes glance over in your direction before whispering ensued. You glanced behind you where Krista worked clumsily on a latte. Noticing her immense failure, you hurried to her aid and ended up making a new one from scratch.     After waving the customer off, the boys previously noticed came back into view. A dark brown haired one and a blond one gave doubtful looks to one with two-tone hair and the fourth boy, one covered in freckles, frowned at whatever was being declared. The dark brown hai

A/N: The following story discusses drug addiction, and implies an abusive relationship. If any of these things make you uncomfortable or trigger you, I'd suggest you stop reading. ~*~ "(Name)... I will not tell you again. Give me the needle." His tone. It was unrecognizable. A side of a calm and collected person that you had never seen. You trembled at the intensity of his glare, and the eeriness that surrounded him. You knew that Levi was dead serious, but so were you. "L-Levi, please, a-at first I honestly had know idea how bad this was, but now I know you need help. Pl-Please, if not for me, think of your friends-" "Who the actual hell

Quieter than a mouse, Faith peered through the bushes, watching her father, Levi, trudge his way to Recon’s Headquarters. You specifically told her to remain at home, since her father had quite a bit of paperwork to catch up on. (Naturally, you knew this since he’d been complaining about it every night.) But, she couldn’t resist. She wanted-no, she needed time with her Daddy. The boys had been dragging him inside and forcing him into roughhousing and wrestling. She couldn’t ignore her own tomboyish tendencies. She loved getting dirty, fighting and bruising as much as her brothers did. On certain days though, she enjoye

“Hey hotstuff.” A cadet sat beside you, his flirtatious gaze looking at you. You felt uncomfortable but you shrugged it off. You just keep silent and eat your so called ‘meal’.   “Aw babe stop avoiding me.” As soon as he said it, a tick mark appeared on your forehead. You tried not to punch his guts. You just sighed and replied “Stop your freaking nonsense.” He laughed, the annoying tone disgusting you. You’re trying not to hurt him and he’s tempting you to do it. You looked at him as you tried to slap him but he caught your (s/c) hands. Your face frowned as a ‘tch’ esca

You walked down the hall as the whispers reached your ears, you knew what they were, the rumours, the damn rumours your asshole of an ex spread. You ignored them, the rumours were that of you being an abuser at home, that you were a tyrant at home, hitting him when the reality was that it was the other way round, you hid the bruises, he had no bruises at all, you were an alcoholic, you never drank in your life, that you slept to get top of the class, you worked your ass off in training and that you were twelve when you started military training, so you called him a sick bastard when he made that one up, and that you were weak, and yet you hav