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     You had cancer. Stage 3 stomach cancer. But no one knew. You had had boyfriend, his name was Gilbert and he didn't know either. You only had a month to live and you wanted to spend every moment with Gilbert, meaning you were being the clingy type. Whenever Gilbert spent time with his friends you would always go with them. Basically anywhere Gilbert went you were with him. Gilbert always loved being with you but now you were just being too clingy for his taste.     Today Gilbert was going to the bar with Francis and Antonio, at least that's what he said. You only had 10 days left to live. You didn't want Gilbert to worry so you haven't

     Your name was (Name), daughter of Lovino Vargas, a six year old who loves her father very much.     You were playing your legos your 'zio Feli' got you for you 5th birthday in the living room. You were trying to make those 3D sculptures you saw on TV so the legos were scattered on the floor. Lovino was going to pass by you;barefoot when "What the fuck!" You didn't know what those words were so you thought nothing of it. "What's wrong papa?" "These bastards that's what's wrong" He didn't know what he was saying cause he was too focused on his foot. "I'm sorry papa" You said looking down. Lovino looked at you and smiled. "Its fine. You w

Chapter 18 "Who are you?" Loki snarled. "You're not (Name)." A pretty young Asgardian maid stood in Loki's chamber holding Loki's breakfast tray. She had short blonde hair and blue eyes, she looked terrified. "I was your fifth maid. I quit after you cut off all my hair." "Ah yes, I remember that." a brief smile flashed over Loki's face. "But why are you here?" "(name) is sick, so I am filling in until she returns to health." She dropped the tray on the table. "I will be leaving now, sir, if you do not require anything else." "Wait." Loki called out. "Get me Thor." "Yes sir." She slinked out the door. After a moment the doors reopened

Alfred walked the halls with his head down and his books close to his chest, trying not to have a meeting with you. You were one of the school bullies and picked on him on the regular, so he tried to avoid you as much as he could. That was harder to do each day. He was shoved roughly into the nearby lockers. "Yo, loser! Looks like you're speed walking," the oh too familiar female voice rang in his ears, being at a fairly close distance. "N-no. I-I was just trying to get to class," he assured. "It looked like you were trying to hide from me." "N-no! I-I was just walking." You punched the locker behind him, making the blonde jump a little

Chapter Ten - Revealing the Truth. As the alcohol slowly clouded away from your mind, you slowly woke up and glanced around. "Where am I..?" You asked yourself, trying to figure out where you were. How long have I been out? You wondered. You remembered, that you talked with Sadiq and Jercales.. No wait, his name is Hercales. You cursed lightly at forgetting it again. So.. they fought and I tried to figure out why.. They also said, that their nicknames were Turkey and Greece.. Country names, isn't that strange? Or maybe they are Coun-- "So, you are finally awake, I am glad~" You heard a sudden voice, that cut off your thoughts sharply and b

  Popular! Prussia X Tsundere! Nerd! Reader- Too Easy 3   Heyy everybody ~moesmileplz (https://www.deviantart.com/moesmileplz) I’m pretty busy and I have requests so I need to work on those too o3o, CONTAINS SWEARING. It’s a Tsundere, what else?   ---- -Your POV- He looked at me like I knew about a top secret mission or something...  I look at the other students… THEY’RE STILL TRYING TO WASH THEIR HANDS?!  I not only have classes with Gilbert, but a bunch of idiots!   Maybe I'm being too rude to Gilbert? I mean... Trusting people isn't easy since the past loves to haunt me, so what if I'm still mean to him? Things will be the same anyways. People leave

     Soccer. You had hated the sport ever since third grade. So you didn't know what to do when your best friend Feliciano called you to ask you if you wanted to play "Calcio". He knew you hated soccer too, so why did he call you?     "Toni's going to be there," there was your reason. You could almost picture the Italian smirking. It was so unlike him most of the time, but when it came down to you, Feli's "Migliore Amico per Sempre!", and Toni, his brother's best friend, there was nothing more fun to deal with.     You groaned, Toni was the deal breaker, "Fine, it's just for fun though... right?"     "Of-a course il mio amico!" he said

      "Oh my god Romano..."     "Calm down! We have to contact the others!" the said name shouted back, gripping your wrist even tighter as he ran. In the Italian's other hand was a bloodied knife. You looked at him in shock from his previous actions. His honey brown eyes gave out the fear within them as tears were slightly formed, and sweat ran down his face. "Q-quickly! Send out the signal!"     You looked at him with your widened eyes, slowly processing what he just said. Romano's actions from back there repeated in your head. "But you've... killed someone..." you murmured, eyes darting to the knife in his hand.     "That is the rul

Sanibel Sunglasses Company- Dave x Reader: ''It's the wrong time of year for Sunglasses but why not?'' You  put tossed your drink shoved your hands in your pocket and strode over to the store. Inside music was blaring rap music.  You tapped your foot to the music and looked at the glasses of all different shades. You tired on a few different pairs and smiled at the results. They were dark shades with a thin rim. You stroke a pose and smiled. ''Those look nice.'' You whirled around very uncool like. You squinted and tried to make out the face.   ''Dave?'' You asked. ''Who else?'' He smugly grinned. You moved the sunglasses down your

"{Name}… You… How could you do this to me...?" Dave's accusing red eyes, usually hidden behind the mask he called his shades, were dulled and downcast, his eyebrows furrowed in what seemed like concentration, or a tight lidded rage. His hands shook minutely and his nails dug into his palms, something your averted eyes did not catch. You pushed yourself further into the worn-out love-seat, desperately trying to hide from his view. You hugged yourself as surprised tears began to well up and the guilt deep inside you makes it harder for you to breathe, "D-Dave... Y-You know I never meant to-" "Never meant to do it?" Dave cocked a

"Daaaaave!" You moaned. "I wanna see your eyes!" You swatted, trying to rip the shades off his face. "Woah! Get away!" Dave said as he grabbed a hold of your wrist. "Why won't you let me se theeeem!" "Because, your ovar-" "Yeah, yeah, I know my ovaries will explode." You rolled your eyes. "Now come on! Lemme see!" You swatted for the shades again, failing miserably as Dave grabbed your wrist every time. You pouted. Then, it hit you. A smirk grew across your face. "Well fine, I can just call Terezi over. She can lick your face until she knows what you're hiding and trust me, she'll find out." You smirked at him. He gulped. "You wouldn't."

"So … tell me, Emil … how do you feel today?" You asked You were in your office with Emil Steilsson, an Icelandic patient who had attacked his Older Brother, Lukas, on several occasions with blunt or ineffectual objects and tried to burn the whole house down with of his friends and brother still inside, which was why Emil was sitting in front of you in a strait jacket and confined in an insane asylum for Countries. You were his therapist, and your job was to find out why he became a danger to those around him, and himself. He was looking at the floor, saying and doing nothing. He often gave you the silent treatment, so you were use