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It's dark. His head is pounding, whole body bruised with pricks of metal and glass. He can't hear his heartbeat, it's being drowned out by the sounds of an blaring ambulance that is surely coming in his direction. His breathing is heavy, his body shaking. The cold air numbs his face, his unexposed fingertips against slippery ice on which he happened to lay upon. He doesn't remember exactly what happened, it had gone by too quickly. He's scared, he is so scared so many things are rushing through his head and it hurts, it hurts so much. As he tries recollect his thoughts, he can hear multiple foot steps rushing towards him. "How many are over

It's late at night when I start to feel like shit. There's only four hours left, that's it. And I'm constantly being consumed by the thought of "Who'd ever love you?" What he says is true. Me, me? Oh, cant you see Just how toxic I can be? Who'd ever love me? With the tear filled eyes and the heavy beating of my heart I choke on words. "Who'd ever love you?" "Who'd ever love you?" "Who'd ever love you?" He's right, he's right. What he says is true. "No one really cares about you, they're stepping on you, all they do is pity you, they don't care, they don't care at all about you." I know that he's bitter because all he's ever been is

Inhale. The cold air fills my lungs, there's freshly fallen snow beneath my feet. I look to the west, the sun is setting. The sky is a mix of pinks and blues, all blending together. Looking behind me, the sky is dark. And it's coming. But I look back towards the sun, the colors continues to fade. As the last bits of light meet the horizon, the skyline become a bright red. It's like it wants to hold on to day, if only just a bit longer. But then, it lets go. The sky is now a blanket of black and I can see softly glowing stars that shouldn't show in a city and yet, I smile. Because it reminds me of you.

Author's Note: Okay, so I actually got some inspirations and some feels and BOOM this is what it ended up with. Enjoy~! Prussia x Chubby!Reader You hear Gilbert sighed loudly as you cuddled next to him on the couch. He had been doing that a lot lately. It didn't bother you that much the first couple of times, but now you were concerned. "What's wrong, babe?" you asked, while you rubbed your thumb over his warm, larger hand. "You've been sighing a lot lately. I'm worried." "I just...I feel like I'm not doing enough," he said. "What do you mean?" you looked up at him, questioning. "______________, you know what I mean." "No, I don't, Gi

Author's Note: Haha guys, guess what?! Re write time!!! I know many of you loved this series! Enjoy~! Otoya x Reader You were going to drop all your groceries when you saw a red head running in your direction. You could hear him yelling at you, but you had your earbuds in so you couldn't hear him. You didn't want to stop the song, but you sighed and pulled out your earbuds. He bumped into you, and laughed nervously. "I'm sorry!" "Um...," you stared at him. You knew exactly who he was. Ittoki Otoya. 'What an obvious disguise,' you thought. You shook your head. "Uh, it's alright. It's just--," you replied but was cut short. "Oh my god

    Most days, he'd sit and watch. He was small, a young boy with bright almost orange hair and freckles, and eyes that looked almost dead. He wore dark clothes, and tried to hide. "He should die," the kids said, and he stayed quiet.    Most days, he'd sit and watch. He sat in last row, last seat to the right. Everyday. No one cared. "He should die," the kids said, and he stayed quiet.    Most days, he'd sit and watch. There was a short time that he seemed happy, a small smile on his face. But soon faded away, he was scared. "He should die," the kids said, and he stayed quiet.    Most days, he'd sit and watch. His skin cold, his face a p

Author's Note: So I saw some random sentence prompts and I'm like, "Shit, these are the greatest things ever I'm gonna write about this" and here we are, lol. Enjoy~! Prussia x Reader You woke up, startled by the loud noise coming from outside of your room. What in the word was going on? You sat up painfully and walked out the door. You heard cursing and noticed a mob of white hair in your kitchen. Could it be?? "Gilbert?!" you exclaim, running into the kitchen. He looked at you and waves nervously, putting some pots and pans back into a cabinet. You stood there in uttered shock. You were sure that he...three years ago...what the fuck w

Author's Note: So I was in the middle of coloring my drawing I thought of this story and yeah. It's been a while, and I'm hella rusty but spring break isn't too far, so wait guys! Enjoy~! Prussia x Reader Although today was nice outside, you felt the complete opposite. You deeply sigh as you lay on the bed, staring at the blue ceiling. Today, you were waiting for your flowers to be delivered. They came every Sunday, always the same kind of flowers, and always came along with a different note. You didn't know who delivered them, and you were curious. It's also been three months and a half since he's been gone. You've been so depressed sinc