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TRIGGER WARNING: #swearing #slightooc -------------------------------------------------------- He was irritated; much more irritated than how he usually is. He laid on the couch in the living room trying to take his mind off of what was irritating him by watching his favourite rom-coms while hugging the pillow his moirail gave him. However, he couldn't keep himself focused on the movie in front of him. He looked out the window, seeing the dark grey clouds setting up outside. He sat up and let out a deep sigh. He ran a frustrated hand through his shaggy, ebony hair, making sure not to touch his nubby horns that sat on his head. "I have to fi

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Author’s Note: Whelp we’re about to get some feely feels up in this B!tch, least I thought it was sad. Probably not tear worthy though. Anyway it’s been a while since I have done something other than fluff and decided to write an angsty sad story. This is a one shot and isn’t planned to have a sequel, though it might there are no promises being made. Also this started out for 2003 Donnie but it just works better for 2012.                                   Donnie x Reader (2012) Could the guys be any louder? "Great... Raph and Leo are at it... again. No

(WARNING: SOME EVENTS IN THIS ONE-SHOT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED) *(Y/N)'s P.O.V* I sucked in a deep breath as I held on weakly to the pole supporting the bridge. I stood on the cement railing, looking down at the eerie waters below. How the water crashed against the sharp rocks sent fear shooting through me, this was it. This was the time that I could finally, finally let it all go. That I could be happy again and if not at least I won't have to feel like I do any longer. What I was doing may have been obvious to most but if you couldn't tell, I was about to throw myself off the edge of this bridge and say goo

"It pleases me to see that you have finally accepted the inevitable, (f/n)." "Shut up." You slipped on the black mask slowly, regretfully; your once clear (e/c) eyes now an unforgiving gold, stained with anger and hatred. Vanitas smirked beside you, or at least that's what he seemed to be doing behind his own corresponding mask. You glared at him, knowing he would get the message even without seeing your face. "Now. (F/n), Vanitas, it is time for your final test." You both nodded. For now, you would put aside your self-loathing to deal with the man who betrayed you. Master Eraqus. You had flocked to him as if you were his own daughter, and

"See you later!" You wave to your friend as you begin your short trek home from her house. "Be careful!" She called back from the front of her house. She then said something in Japanese that you believed was the equivalent to what she had just said in English. Your friend was a quarter American, her father being half, and she lived half her life in Japan. She kept almost a flawless "perfect Japanese" mask but you knew all the cracks. She was a huge trouble maker and loved being in America, though she will never admit it. You have a feeling all her cracks in her mask were your fault but oh well, that made her more interesting. You wrap your

The king sized bed was placed in the center and against the wall, right in front of the door. It was adorned with black silk sheets and the fluffiest of pillows also clad in dark silk. Bedside tables were placed on either side of the large bed, with lamps placed on each. I lay on my side, my arm over the sheets. I clutched the sheets with my hands and hugged them against my chest, my chin near my chest and my legs slightly folded under the onyx fabric. My body was slightly curled as I looked at the dress I was wearing earlier, laying in a pile, contrasting against the white pristine carpet. I was a storm of emotions. I was angry, hurt, sad, i

It was around midnight when you woke up with cold sweat. You sat up and leaned against the wall. You were at the Phantomhive house, and your childhood friend was the new head of the house – Vincent Phantomhive. His family took you in when you had lost your parents a long time ago. You were both at the age to marry and his parents were planning on getting you two wedded. However, you had caught ill and had to postpone it. It has been a few days since you have felt alive. Breathing hard, you started to cough. You covered your mouth to not wake up anyone at the mansion. Your cough became more violent, and when you looked at your hand, yo