JadealynnArisa

Warnings: bullying, self hate, suicide attempt A/N: a little bit darker than usuall, also Vic’s POV, I planned on also writing self harm, but it triggered me too much and maybe it would have triggered someone else too, so I deleted it, anyway fluffy ending [Y/N’s POV] It was about 6 pm in the afternoon and I was looking at my laptop screen, tears streaming down my cheeks. A few minutes ago I posted a picture of the dinner I made for Vic and me, which was a very bad idea. Within a short time I got a lot of messages on tumblr and tweets on twitter, telling me that it looked gross and how I am not able to cook. That alone didn̵

Another chapter that had been unfinished in my scraps for SO LONG. So I finally decided to finish it. I don't know if I'll be writing another chapter for this fanfiction. I mean, this is the freakin' 22nd part... and I feel like a lot of people have lost interest... I know I have anyway... But I guess we'll just have to see what happens. I may come back to it if I ever feel like it. "Stop with the god damn cane will you?! You're gettin' on my nerves!!" Black Star screamed at him. "Black Star, calm it, will you? We'll all need to be working together. It's no good if you're gonna be like this." Stein calmly stated. Black Star narrowed his eye

(Y/N) = Your Name (W/N) = Weapon's Name (His name) = Name of ex-boyfriend ------------------------------------ "What do we do...?" You questioned, looking over to Maka and Soul. You saw Soul's face shine in the scythe. "Well, all we can do for now is... Not get hit by his wavelength attack. We need to somehow get the angle on him and when we do, we can take him down. Maybe once we've gotten him and (his name), they can tell us where Medusa is." Soul said. You nodded a little. Looking over to Stein, you frowned. You felt pretty useless without a weapon. There wasn't a whole lot you could do without (W/N). "Okay, Maka, you ready?" Soul questi

(E/C) = Eye colour (W/N) = Weapon's name (Y/N) = Your name ----------------------------------------- Coming to a stop in the hall, you looked to the others. "I think I'm gonna go to the bathroom!" You said. "O-Oh, okay." Kid said, un-linking his arm from yours. "Do you want us to wait or...?" You shook your head, managing a smile. "No, you guys can go, I'll be fine! See you!" Before he could protest, you ran into the bathroom. Darting into one of the stalls, you slammed it shut and leaned on it, still feeling light headed. You couldn't believe after all this time that your mother was being brought up. You and your mother never really got a

"Believe it or not, you brats have done an excellent job throughout this year. And, I'm proud to call you graduates of this school." Mr. Ackerman said, clasping his hands together. A nice homeroom teacher, just a little strict and cold with not a lot of emotions. You just saw him as a great inspiring teacher. He acted almost like a father. "Jean! Wake your silly ass up, it's the last week of school, you guys will still be learning!" The short man said, whacking the boy over the head with a hard covered book. "Sorry, Levi, but Jean is a horse, not an ass!" Connie called from the back of the class. "I told you kids not to call me by my first

Levi/Rivaille Ackerman You should have been delighted to see the name on the small slip of paper, but you slowly felt a small dread begin to fill you. A heavy weight lay in your stomach, and you struggled to swallow. A dozen eyes looked at you expectantly, burning into your skin and setting your body aflame. "Well~~?" Hanji asked from the other side of the room. "C'mon, speak up!" You looked up, biting your lip in an effort to stifle a shy smile. "Levi" You spoke, voice loud and clear (if not a little shaky). All eyes directed themselves to the other side of the room, where the corporal sat, eyes narrowed. "Oi, four-eyes, I thought I wa