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FrancexReader ~ Butterfly Room
You smiled at your sleeping daughter's beautiful face. She looked just like her father, Francis. She had his skin complexion, his face shape, his adorable nose, and his perfect sapphire blue eye color. And his soft honey blonde hair, well, at least she used to...
You remembered the exact day you found out that you were pregnant with her. You were throwing up like crazy that morning; Francis asked you if you were okay, and you had simply said that you'd be fine. After awhile of sitting against the tub you realized that your period was 3 weeks late.
Fear was the first thing that sank into your mind at the thought. France and you had never tried or anticipated for pregnancy. But, you two had been married for 3 and a half years and it was about time for you to welcome a new member into the family.
But, the first thing that you had to know was that if you were really pregnant or not.
You ran to the drug store immediately and purchased a box of pregnancy test, all of which came out positive.
UTAU Short Story 003: Masanee's GiftMasanee growled and rolled around several times on her makeshift mattress to try and drown out the music that echoed through the vents. Grabbing her improvised pillow, she slammed it over her head and held it there in an attempt to block out the jolly jingles. She loathed this time of the year for numerous reasons; the constant drone of repeated Christmas songs, the bustling crowds that crammed themselves into the streets rushing to gather anything that would serve as gifts for their loved ones. The bright, multicolored lights that ruthlessly burned Masanee’s eyes each time she gazed at them in wonderment.
The list itself would go on and on for days.
From what she knew, her other housemates had left the radio on whilst they ventured off into the cold climate beyond the front door and had been gone for almost an hour. They never did tell her where they were going and in all honesty; Masanee didn’t care. She just wished they would have had the decency to silence the awful mus
Turtle PoxSophie - 7 years old
"Sophie, don't scratch!" Mike said as he saw his daughter trying to itch her inflamed spots. Sophie looked up and instantly looked remorseful. But Mikey could also see the pain and discomfort in her eyes.
"Daddy..." Sophie blubbered as she started to cry. Any anger left in Mikey dissipated as he saw his little girl cry. Mikey was instantly by her side. Picking her up, he went into the living room where two of his brothers were lounging.
"How's the patient doing?" Donnie asked in a concerned voice. Mikey handed the young turtle to his purple clad brother as he went to the kitchen to get her some more apple juice.
"She's just tired of feeling sick." Mikey replied as he handed the young turtle another juice box. Sophie put it beside her, she wasn't thirsty. "No. Come on Sophie, you need a drink. Do it for daddy?"
"I'm not thirsty." Sophie said in a whining voice.
"Come on sweetie, you need to flush all those bad germs out." Donnie said, know
Just a little story...She woke up. The room was dark and cool. She wiggled in the blankets and smiled. "Reese," she said, reaching over to the other side of the bed. All she felt were cold blankets. Then she remembered.
She curled up, a sob escaping her. He was gone. Gone. Never to return. Never to come back. She would never hear his laugh, see his smile, look into his crinkling eyes as he teased her.
Tears streamed down her face. She guessed hadn't loved him enough to keep him around. Where had she gone wrong? What did she do that had made him decide that she wasn't enough?
There was a pain in her chest... A numbness where her heart used to be. It had been torn out, ripped apart. It would never be the same. She would never be the same.
"Why Reese?" she asked. "Why!?" She screamed. She sobbed, grabbing his pillow and holding it.
It smelled like him.
Just like on their wedding day.
Her mother had told her it would never work, but she had faith in him. He had a bad past, but she was helping him through it. Sh
Quant's Confused Christmas MiracleChristmastime… It’s a time of magic, love, and friendship. And for one girl that never celebrated it before, she is about to experience that first hand…
Quant Smith-Footsies was a girl that’s been through a lot through her first 11 years. For starters, her mom NEVER celebrated Christmas, or ANY holiday. In fact, she would be whipped if she even thought of trying to celebrate the holidays. Although when she was forced to go on the newest Total Drama, a pink-haired angelic girl, named Xylia, was her savior. Although she insulted Xylia at first, she was really brainwashed, thanks to her mom. And after being beaten to near death by her mom, when she visited the Playa, she managed to get her way back to the Lot, where Xylia helped her out, even risking her life to take down the deranged mom. After the show, she was taken in by Xylia’s family, and later adopted into said family. From there, Quant would change for the better, both in appearance
Time for a change - FTM story (chapter 2)I went to the bathroom after at least half an hour to wait to calm down. I was washing all of the makeup that was smeared; not placed but smeared as my brother, had no self control to what he was doing. My eyes stung, not just from how long I was crying but because of the force of the eyeliner that was placed in and on my eyes. Yup.. On. He even bent my eyelashes back into the eyeballs, with the force of the mascara brush. It took me at least an hour, to get off all the make up I mean it wasn't just a few cosmetics like foundation and eyeliner. It was full pink blush, blue eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. It made me look like a clown.. My mum came into the bathroom as she wanted to know where I was.
"Emily? Are you okay?" I looked at her a little, not fully but my eyes were in her direction. "Yeah, I'm fine just taking a wash why?" She responded with "I was just wondering what you were up too. Dinners going to be done soon so don't be too long, love you." I nodde
TMNT: Bad Dream"Thoughts. Think happy thoughts... come on mikey," Mikey sobbed
"Mikey? Are you ok? I heard you whining and...." Raph was in shock to see his little brother on the floor crying.
"Whats wrong?" He asked curiously
"I-I'm Sc-scared," Mikey admitted.
"Why are you scared, Mikey?" The red masked turtle asked.
The turtle didn't answer
"Come on Mikey, you can tell me. I just....want to help."
"I......I have fear. I fear one day, I am going to lose everything I had ever dreamed of. L-Like h-h-having you guys in m-my life forever."
"Oh Mikey, it was just a terrible bad dream. You will never lose us. EVER. We might fight each other, and even bad guys, but what we fight most about, is with us sticking together. That is a challenge I am going to carry out. And no one. I MEAN NO ONE! will ruin it.. understand?
The orange masked turtle then looked up at his older brother with them pretty gorgeous baby blue eyes, and smiled.
Raph then hugged him and held
GriefA/N: Sent about four years after the previous chapter, Needing You.
The sun was just beginning to rise to start the day but the sky was still shrouded in the darkness of the night. The two siblings returning to the Metro Tower were silent. Neither uttered a word as they trudged into the building they called home.
Inside the headquarters an eerie silence had settled throughout the building; usually at this time the hustle and bustle of Leaguers would be heard as they rose and got ready for the day. Today, however, not a soul could be seen. Everyone seemed to be tucked quietly away in their respective rooms.
"Look, I know this isn't what you wanted to hear when you just got back," Rex said gruffly. He had been trying to keep up a brave front, as long as he was still with Emma. However his dreary face showed he was failing miserably. Emma's head remained down, as she stared intently at the floor.
At this point, Mareena walked into the room. "Hey Rex, why don't yo
Top Ace- Go to SleepTop Hat and Ace awoke in the middle of the night, again. The baby monitor was filled with crying and squeals. Top Hat looked at him. “YOU got us into this mess… YOU can go check what is wrong while I sleep” she said. She turned around and went back to sleep in the comfy bed. Ace sighed and got out. He was only in his boxers and he put his tie on. He trudged into the triplet’s nursery and sighed. They were ALL crying. He sighed. He grabbed three binkies and put them in their mouths. Queen looked at him like he was crazy. She spit it out and glared at him as to say ‘I don’t like that color, it doesn’t match my onesie!’ then her eyes began to water. “No! No! No! Please don’t cry, Queen! Look Daddy has your princess outfit!” Ace said as he showed her the pink baby dress. She giggled. King stared at her. Queen didn’t like that and pulled his hair through the baby railing. He cried. That set Joker off crying. Queen felt
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LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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