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"We can make it through most anything, if you can just believe."
Every night for the past week, you've had the same dream.
It's dark outside, and you're alone. You're standing in the middle of an empty street, you can barely breathe, and you don't recognize your surroundings.
There's a boy staring at you from down the street. He's far enough so that you can't see his face or notice any distinguishable features. He's bathed in the glow of a streetlamp; if you walked forward about twenty or thirty feet, then you'd be face-to-face.
Without knowing why, you begin to run towards him; for you'd suddenly felt an intense affection for him—even if he was merely a stranger. Just as you're about to approach him, he gives you a somber smile.
You gasp at his beauty; you didn't recognize this boy. But in that moment, everything starts to disappear.
You're swallowed by your own shadow; the world around you subme
Mismatched 2p!F.A.C.E.xBullied!ReaderMismatched 2p!F.A.C.E.xReaderMore Like This
It started with the eyes. It was always the eyes. You would have thought that people have never heard of heterochromia iridum before or something. You peers seemed to be under the impression that just because your eyes were two different colors, they had some sort of inherit right to pick on you.
Your eyes caught the attention of your school’s resident bullies but they weren’t the only odd thing about you.
Even since you were a child, you had had an affinity with animals. When you turned thirteen, however, it reached its peak. One day, a gray wolf pup just showed up on your doorstep and refused to leave. You tried to shoo it away, attempted to use a broom to move it away from your house, and finally called Animal Control.
The wolf remained.
You parents honestly weren’t too pleased by it, and neither were you at first, but as the wolf wasn’t leaving, you all decided you would make the best of it.
The wolf followed you everywhere. If
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Mornings. Usually, you would sleep in, considering it was a Saturday, but today was different. Instead of waking up past noon, you got up at 9:00. You didn’t smile, or act grumpy if you usually woke up this early. You were too sober. As you woke up, you looked at the ceiling with blank eyes. Time to get moving.
You slowly made your way towards your closet, and choosing formal attire for the day. You put on a simple black pencil skirt, with a white blouse and black vest over that. Instead of pulling your hair up like you did every other morning, you let it fall naturally. You put on some simple black pumps, and headed down your stairs.
You didn’t stop to eat, all you did was grab your bag, umbrella and bouquet of flowers then proceeded to head to the garage where your car was. You got in your car, and backed out of your driveway. Soon, you were on your way to your destination. The clouds above looked grey and full of rain.<em>
Hetaloid x Reader(RP) What is your wish? YellowMore Like This
You pick up the yellow piece of paper, turning it in your fingers for a moment before opening it. It was Angels handwriting. Your eye the crate and back away as if it might explode.
Pick up the small box.
You do just that, setting it on the far end of the couch-but you made sure it was at arm length in case you needed to throw the thing out the window...last thing you need is a bomb or something. You return to the note.
(y/n), incased in this crate is a being called an Angeloid, though many others like me have been calling them Hetaloids.
Your eyes drift to the crate in fear. There's a live thing in there?
I imagine you are shocked, but do not fret. This being is much like a persocom or a robotic entity. It is not activated at the moment so you do not have to worr
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Russia x ReaderSlight warning: Strong language, gore, and I dis America. A lot. Fuck I hate that whiney little bastard...More Like This
"Are you listening to me?" your boss asked impatiently.
You doodled in your notebook, "No, actually. You're quite boring."
"_____, you have to be prepared for this. You're still young..." And he droned on and on. You just stared out the window watching the snow start to fall. Frowning, you watched it collect on the ground. Snow was alright, but you hated the cold.
Your lessons had been hell today. Sure, you were still a new country, but all the strategy and tips they were trying to force down your throat were fucking annoying. After feeling bad enough that your mother died giving birth to you, they still all jumped up and tried to make you as strong and smart as her once more. You knew that was how things worked, countries came and went, different reincarnations of each other, but you were human. You supposed you were relatively strong. Pretty big too. But all of the harassment