ImNotTwistedImSpiral

         Nearly three years had passed since the day Itachi had received his pardon from Lady Tsunade. During those three years, you had done everything in your power to show the rest of the village that Itachi was worthy of their forgiveness. The two of you had worked hard, stayed out of trouble and done the best you could not to give a single person any reason to dislike either of you. Despite all of your efforts, you still felt like there were those who judged you. You weren't sure why it had taken you so long to see it, but you knew now that there were some that would never, ever see past Itachi's past. He would be criticized and scoffed

It was the weekend and that meant that it was time to kick back and relax even if it was spending the day with the turtles.  You were sitting down beside Michelangelo on the couch crafted from pizza boxes and a few cushions.  While you two were in the living room Leonardo was in the dojo practicing with his katanas, Raphael was lifting weights, and Donatello was working on a couple of new gadgets.  Michelangelo got up from his seat, went to his boom box and pushed the on button.  One of your favorite dance songs started to play as you watched the orange clad turtle begin to dance.  You giggled as watched him bust a few moves.  Honestly, you r

     It's not that you don't love Dean. Quite the opposite, you told him you do love him, said that if these last six months of dating proved anything, it's that you think of him as more than the physical pleasure he offers. He balked at your confession, tried to make light of it, and when you pushed the matter towards the border of seriousness, he near turned on you. He insisted that he couldn't accept the idea that you love him no matter how much he wanted to. Whether it was because he wasn't ready, didn't care, or because he truly thinks he doesn't deserve love, he declared he needed time to process your words.     Seven days later, you

Well… Draco hadn’t lied to you when he said he’d take care of it. He certainly did just that. From what you could gather from Hermoine and your other friends that visited you in the infirmary, Draco had pretty much ripped Blaise a new one, ending with the scum having a broken leg, a black eye, and multiple rib fractures. Meanwhile, Draco had walked away with a few bruises and a sprained wrist. The minute he returned to your bedside to check on you, you scolded him. “What are you trying to do?! Get yourself kicked out?” You were trying not to move too much since your ribs still had bruises. Draco merely smirked

"So... when were you born?" There was a pause as if he could quite remember. "Um... 18....90?" "Oh." "What? Did you think I was older?" "Kinda...?" "Heh heh. Yeah, I'm not ancient. That'd be cool, though, huh?" "I don't think so..." "Why's that?" He sat up. "Living forever... doesn't sound fun... you know? Like, everyone you know would die around you... It'd be sad." The Vampire laughed. "You're funny! Who do you think I am? Some kind of sappy, emo vampire? I don't care that much." She frowned. "So, if *I* died... you wouldn't care?" "Oh, don't be like that. I don't get attached to a lot of people. I have *some* friends." "Yeah, I

“…Okay, that seems like enough supplies to last us a few days…what do you think, bud?” Hiccup’s voice was quiet as he turned to face Toothless, who simply let out a small grumble in response. The Night Fury’s gaze flickered to you for a moment, before settling back on the boy, watching him with trusting eyes. You were currently sat outside of Hiccup’s home, perched on the steps to his house as you watched Hiccup prepare for the trip. The trip back to your island. “…Hiccup? Do you need any help? I feel a little useless just…sitting here,” you asked, rising to your feet and dus

I DON'T LOVE YOU A/N: This is a Draco/Harry SLASH fic. As usual, all the characters of Harry Potter, as well as these two yummy boys, belong to the esteemed JK Rowling. Enjoy! I DON'T LOVE YOU ‘I love you.’ Looking into emerald depths, clouded by adoration and absolute worship, I couldn’t help the smug smirk that surfaced. I am Draco Malfoy after all. He stared at me in silence but behind that curtain of unconditional love, I saw doubt and fear. He wanted an answer. He wanted my answer. ‘I don’t love you.’ Shattered was the only way to describe it – the way his glimmering eyes faded into darkened shado