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Marcescent.- Romano x Reader
WARNING: CONTAINS POSSIBLE TRIGGERING MATERIAL AND PROFANITY. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.
1. Withered; weak
2. Withering but not falling off, as a blossom that persist on a twig after flowering.
Etymology: from Latin marcescere - to grow weak, from marcere – to wither
She had always been a messy sort of person.
The tangles of her hair brushed his skin in a way that he couldn’t describe. Smudges of charcoal stained her fingertips, and her clothes were often splattered with paint. She was strange in her own way—she loved herself even with the full bottle of sleeping pills under her bed, and she said she liked the way she looked but she hated mirrors.
She was beautiful.
He, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure of himself. Her lips were lightning, but his were rubber. The emotions flickering between them were deflected, and she would always pull back frustrated, an expression on her face he never wanted to see. There
Intangible.- England x Reader
It was something that Arthur didn't quite know how to describe. The feeling was fleeting and corporeal, like the ends of a butterfly's wings skimming the tips of his snatching fingers.
His fingers were always snatching.
Arthur felt it in the confines of his chest when he was looking at your closed eyes, limbs entwined and sheltered in the soft heat of bed sheets. He fumbled with it for a few moments, but by the time your eyes were open, the feeling was almost gone, and little more than an aftertaste. It was never raw and powerful, the way Arthur imagined it to be. Instead, it was sneaking and saccharine, gliding beneath his ribcage when he was looking the other way. Although it was pleasant and more than enough to make Arthur stay, it felt like only a diluted taste of the real thing.
Arthur felt guilty about it, but he had never thought you were beautiful. He had seen much more attractive women, but he preferred the endearment of your familiarity. He became accustomed to the easy curve
Responsible.- 2P!Canada x Reader
[Hold me responsible, it’s all my fault…]
“Look at me, bitch!”
A rough hand grips your chin and forces it up, trying to your eyes to him. Your face is impassive.
“I said, look at me!”
You slowly turn your eyes from the ground to his. His nose is only a few inches from your own, and you can see his teeth are clenched tight.
“Yes, Mattie?” Your voice is soft, but more than a whisper.
“Don’t call me Mattie.” a deadly hiss seeps through his lips. It smells like cigarettes and alcohol.
“Yes, Matthew.” Your eyes have darted down to the ground again. A growl rumbles through his throat.
“Don’t ignore me! I hate being ignored!” another hand wraps around your wrist and squeezes painfully. A sharp inhale pierces your lungs. You force yourself to be calm, to take deep, slow breaths.
Your eyes find his again. You give a weak, reluctant smile.
“People didn’t notice me tod
Masquerade.- Hetalia x Reader
Plain curves, smeared with dazzling colors and made into temporary beauty. Bright eyes are framed by bold, heavy mascara and light eyeshadow. Suits are worn like armor, and gowns drape themselves across bare skin. Everyone wears a mask, whether basic or glittery or adorned with feathers and jewels.
The bottoms of the azure and indigo dress brushes against your ankles as you twirl and twist. Soft, loose ringlets graze your flushed cheeks as you dance. You waltz with a quiet man with violet eyes and a white mask sprinkled with red. You tango with a stranger with dark hair and smiling eyes, and you do the foxtrot with a tall, silent man who is surprisingly graceful for his size.
Your hand is kissed by a green-eyed gentleman with a British accent, along with a blue-eyed stranger who gives you a rose and tells you you’re beautiful. A man with a cowlick and a spangled mask asks you to dance. When everyone is dancing the Charleston, a man with a strange curl on the side of his head admi
Poet.- Germany x Dying!Reader
I do not know if this is a letter or a poem
but you always said I was a poet
so poet I will
You know I don’t believe
and you are too smart
for hollow comfort,
so I will try my best to avoid that.
I think that the problem with
is that fate mixed us up.
I think I was supposed to be the one
leaving this world
and you just got in the way.
For that, I am
The people in green scrubs
say I can’t visit anymore
so this is my last letter.
But always know
that I won’t forget
the way you smelled like spring
and the way you looked like summer.
I will remember
your expression when you laugh
and say I’m too serious
now I have something
to be serious about).
I hope there’s an afterlife
just so we can meet again,
even if I do find somebody else.
We both know
you will die
so let’s not sugarcoat anything.
I am running out of spare wishes,
and a wish can’t stop something like death,
I can’t say I h
I'm Still Here (N. Italy x Reader)A casual stroll, a moonless sky, a gunshot. "Feli, watch out!" You rammed into your friend, causing him to crash to the ground with a yelp. You gasped as the bullet entered your flesh and curled yourself up in a tight ball on the pavement, clutching at your stomach. The mugger cursed and took off. Feliciano didn't see the man flee; his widened brown eyes were focused on the red staining your clothes and hands. He was frozen at what had just happened; too shocked to even cry like he usually would.
"(N)-(Name)..." He whispered. Feliciano shook his head and reached into his pocket for his phone. It wasn't there. He searched his back pockets. There was nothing. His eyes filled with fear as he struggled through his options. Deciding to act quickly, Feliciano rushed over to you and gently picked you up in his arms. "B-bella, stay with me." He asked you desperately as he set off for the hospital at a hurried pace. It was only a few blocks away; close, yet it could still be too late once he wa
HetaOni, HetaQuest, RomaHeta and Others (update)In these days I'm re-watching these 3 Hetalia game series on YouTube...
I dunno why, but I feel to give them a short review right now (and also a vote :3)
Well, first of all, HetaOni:
This is the best Hetalia game I watched on YouTube (and also played...XD), And the first too.
I really enjoied it, even if the author didn't continue it....(I'm still waiting the 17 2/2 part)
If someone doesn't know HetaOni It has only to go to see the videos: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=509lzLd7t2Q&featurelcp (Original) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1FsJDQjDNk (english Remake that can also be downloaded and played)
(I won't make spoilers for who doesn't watch it yet )
'Bout the story
The background story is amazing and yet so complicated... Even if the game starts in a really simple way...
"All the Nation who Entered the Mansion have to escape from there."
The story never bores you, at least this is what I think, and in so
Bully!France x Bullied Reader pt.3Bully!France x Bullied Reader pt.3
A/N:This chapter will have myself and a friend helping you out
You where walking to your English class when you bumped into someone."Ah! I am so sorry" you mumbled and looked up.'Shit' you thought and glared."(y/n)...I know you want me but please control yourself!!" Francis said loudly causing everyone to stare at you.
You rolled your eyes and smirked slightly "Right....Of course I want you" you said sarcastically.He glared at you noticing the sarcasm and pinned you to the wall. "Let go french fry" you hissed."But why,if you want me so bad should you be happy?" he smirked.
"You idiot I wasn't being serious" you told him."Besides I can do better than someone like you" you replied.He let you go and was about to slap you when a knife was thrown in between both of you causing him to flinch.
You chuckled quietly knowing who it was."What the fuck!" Francis yelled and looked at the direction the knife was thrown, and there she was,one of the two only c
Forgive Me (FrancexReader)
THIS IS SAD, SO TURN BACK NOW IF YOU WANT SOMETHING HAPPY!:
“(Name)” A voice cried, “Please open ze door.” Your small frame shook in the agony of your once lover and fiancee’s anguish. “Please, (name). Give me another chance!” You backed away, pressing your hands to your ears. No! You wouldn’t listen.
“Damn et! I know you ‘re en der! S'il vous plaît ma chérie. Pardonnez-moi! J'ai péché, et j'ai pu vous blesser. " He yelled, banging his fists against the door. “Please, mon cher! Please don’t le moi! S’e meant nothing! I know you can ‘ear me!”
You whimpered, a small broken sound. How could he do this to you? Beautiful, funny, smart, playful Francis. You had loved his as if he were the stars. And he had cheated on you with some, some, h-
Hoe, you were going to say. But you couldn't bring yourself to. Yes, surely the girl you had seen the love of your life in bed with, was a
(Maximum Ride) Iggy x reader: Blind and Deaf
(Maximum Ride) Iggy x reader: Blind and Deaf
You and Iggy has known each other since we were in the school. We both always got put together which the two of
you liked because you two were the most comfortable with each other. Your name is ___________. You are about 3 days
younger than Iggy, when someone would talk to you you would freak out and Iggy would calm you down. You got use to
the rest of the flock so they didn't scare you, but you were still the most comfortable around Iggy. But some stupid
doctors decided to take Iggy and improve his eyesight which failed and not long after that they took
you to try to inhance your hearing they also failed and you came back deaf. You are deaf and Iggy is blind,
Iggy is alwys with you always next to you.
When we were getting question
Hetalia- Chibi Austria x Mommy Reader- Chapter 15(Reader Name)’s POV
The once loud and crowded city streets in the capital city were now quiet. Streetlights lined the sidewalks, and the silhouettes of several pedestrians could be seen from your hotel window. Most of the children who had played outside earlier had already gone home to sleep, and the few children left stayed close to their parents as they walked home.
You glanced outside the window and saw the town, and then closed the blue curtains. The room became darker, and the only source of light in the hotel room was from the opening bathroom door.
Otho walked over to you, dressed and ready for the ball. His eyes were narrowed, and he let out an annoyed sigh. He didn’t complain, but you knew he hated wearing the uncomfortable clothes he had bought for the party. He was holding his masquerade mask in his hands.
You barely managed to control yourself, almost bursting into laughter at his facial expression.
“Come on, it’s
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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