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GilbertxReader: NothingNo more. You thought.
You watched the headlights through your window and you knew immediately who it was.
You had left him but he didn't seem to understand what that meant. His pathetic face still burned in your mind. He begged, pleaded, and threw empty promises at you but you were stronger than to accept those blank words.
The doorbell rang, but you just sat there.
It rang again, yet you still did not move.
It wasn't long before the unwanted visitor started pounding on the door; slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed and volume. You just sat there and listened to his frantic knocking.
Drunken cries flew into your ears; slurs that were supposed to be your name displayed his regret and sorrow.
But you couldn't open that door. Too much pain was behind it.
The noise never ceased.
It just grew.
Grew to an unbearable level pushing you past your breaking point.You picked up your phone and dialed.
"I'm sorry Gilbert" you whispered.
"Hello? 911. What is your emergency?"
"Yes I'd lik
Accepted- reader insertPiercing purple eyes stared straight down into your soul. Your body trembled uncontrollably. You wanted to rip away from that man's gaze, but couldn't. His eyes were fixated on you.
Placing your hands on the keys, you glanced around nervously. This was the moment you'd been training for since you were four. The moment you'd audition to get into the most prestigious music college in all of Austria. Inhaling deeply, you slowly began to play.
The voice of the piano filled the stale room you sat in. It resonated softly then swelled into a forceful tidal wave of melodies and harmonies.
The song slowly came back down as it ended, a new wave of fear flushing out your other emotions. Lifting your fingers gently of the keys, you glanced shyly at your judge.
His expression was exactly the same as when you started. It looked as though he actually never moved at all. The sullen look he held was all you needed to know you had failed.
Head hung low; you quietly gathered u
Alfred X Reader X Feliciano: Some friendLowering your sandwich, you stared bewildered at your friend.
"I'm telling you!" Alfred repeated. "Santa is SUPERMAN!"
You stared, confused, at him; attempting to comprehend what he just told you. Alfred waited patiently for your reply; practically bouncing in his seat. You exhaled and returned to your sandwich.
Food leaped from the table as Alfred slammed his hands down with all his might.
"HE SO IS!! IT'S THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES SENSE!!" Alfred yelled.
The whole cafeteria went silent for a moment as they stared at the scene the crazy jock was making. Swallowing slowly, you stared up into his intense blue eyes.
You spoke quietly. "It's not that big a deal, Alfred."
You watched as Alfred grew in front of you, the pit of your stomach turning itself in sixteen knots per second. Unable to understand his anger and frustration, you sank into your chair more; praying his anger would blow by. You fixed your (e/c) eyes on the tray in front of you and waited for him to retal
RoderichxReader: Dead dreamsHe grinned at you as you pointed the knife down towards his face; whispering for you to plunge the blade deep between his eyes. Tears stung your eyes, and you shook your head.
"No." You could barely hear yourself. "I can't."
"You have to" His smile seemed to grow past the barriers of his cheeks.
Cold fingers snaked their way down your arms. You trembled and screamed as the wrapped slowly around your hand, securing the knife in you grasp. Although you fought, the hands pulled your arms above your head. You tried to get away from the hands, but they held firm. His face never changed from its pleading expression.
"Do it (y/n). End it." He coaxed. "End my life"
You felt the hands begin to bring your arms down. They forced the faster and faster down. You slammed your eyes shut but you still saw his smile.
Clutching the bed sheets, you jumped awake, still screaming. A bright light collided with your eyes as Ludwig broke down your door, wielding a wooden spoon.
"(y/n)! What's wrong?
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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