~Why Do You Hate Me So Much?~ RomanoXReader(Fluff)More Like This
You were never strangers to dispute, that was for sure. Romano Vargas was the polar opposite of everyone you hung out with, but for some reason he was still in the group. You could tolerate him if he was nicer, or at least if he pretended to be nice. You loved Antonio and Feliciano, but when Romano was there you just couldn’t handle it. He was constantly rude to you, what was his problem? Antonio’s tried to tell you not to take it personally, but you just couldn’t help it, hell, he almost made you cry that one time he was talking about you and didn’t think you were listening. Thank God you had never been alone together. At least not yet.
You were lounging around one day after school when you heard the familiar ringtone of your friend Antonio.
“Hola, Chica! I was wondering if you’d like to go hiking with me tomorrow, si?”
“Sure, Toni! Sounds like fun. Just you and me?”
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*bam* *bam bam* *animal screech*
‘What the F*CK-?’
You heard gunshots and the poor helpless cry of a huge animal as it collapsed to the ground with a crash. Then almost a few seconds later you heard disgusting crushing sounds. It sounded as if a knife was cutting through flesh and bone. You wanted to puke
because you knew whoever shot that animal was now cutting it up.
Thankfully, the grating sound stopped and you heard the person stand up. You heard a gruff voice whisper to himself, “Finally caught that son of a b*tch. Now I can mount him on my wall” You heard him turn and it sounded as if his footsteps were coming toward you!
You looked around for a place to hide. Fortunately, there were a lot of adult maple trees surrounding you so you could at least hide between one of them.
You found one particularly huge maple and tried to make your way toward it. Sadly, your body felt as if it were drugged with morphine so once you final
AmericaXReader: Not Your Choice 9More Like This
Your eyes open to a smiling face. Of course, not knowing whose face it was, you screamed as hard as you could, and started to attack the stranger as much as you could.
"Ow! Ow! Hey!" they shouted. You stopped screaming and attacking to see Alfred groaning in pain. "One black eye and three bruises. Oh, yeah, the pain was so worth it. Ow!" You grabbed him by the ear and dragged him out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen.
"What is he doing in my room?" you demanded. Arthur, apparently the only one home, turned to you.
"What are you-" He took one look at Alfred and his eyes widened. "Yikes mate. What did she do to you?"
"'She' asked you a question! What is going on?"
"Well, I accidentally might have given you a concussion at the park last night. So I carried you home and volunteered to watch over you."
"Or rape you," Arthur joked. The he held up a knife and darkly asked, "You didn't rape her, did you?"
"Ew! Arthur! What the heck?" you shouted. Alf
Canada X Reader: All On Video Hands trembling, Matt subconsciously wound the black strap around his wrist with a few pale, red scratches appearing as he forced it back with the strength he could muster under his numbing spell. The camera held in his palm was becoming slick with sweat, the sleek, silver surface gleaming under the glow of the porch light, and he carefully pried open the side panel, where the screen revealed a darkened view of the street before him.More Like This
Was it so hard to just confess his trepidation? (Name) wouldn't be so naive to ignore his shivering and cowering figure as he would cling to her side.
He sighed uselessly. It would be too late to call it quits then even with the courage he lacked as he stood below his girlfriend's looming house with an anxious knot gnawing at his churning gut. A chill from the autumn air nipped at his neck, bringing heavy chills upon his spine before he was able to tug the maroon jacket's hoo
CanadaxReader ~ Slipped AwayMore Like This
I miss you, miss you so bad
I don't forget you, oh it's so sad
I hope you can hear me
I remember it clearly
Running your hands over the smooth fabric of the gray sweater, you glued your eyes to the darkening sky outside. You pressed your back against the cold window frame and hugged your knees close to your chest for warmth. What was warmth, anyways?
You brought the soft sweater up to your nose and inhaled the fading scent it held. It smelled of cologne and him. Him.
The day you slipped away
Was the day I found it won't be the same
You bit your lip and choked back a few sobs. You certainly did not want to wake your parents up. Not at this hour. It was already nighttime outside and you felt like you were the only one who was still awake right now. But thinking about him meant remembering things and remembering things meant nostalgia.
Matthew was once your best friend. I'm saying once because he isn't anymore. How can you be best friends with someone