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(Woo~ More fanfiction. c: Blah. Contains OOC Antonio and Lovino. Sowwy. :c) 'For now you can stay, Right here we will play, Until somehow you can find, A slightly different Frame of Mind' Lovino stormed out of Antonio's house, in a boiling rage. Oh, he HATED when he called his pet names! He hated how HE thought HE WAS STILL A CHILD! WHEN HE WAS A GROWN MAN! "Lovi!" Antonio called, but Lovino ignored him, going into a forest. He was still mad, filled to the brim with anger. Rage. Nobody listened to him. They all thought he was a rude person. Nothing else. Nobody liked him! Hell, they all loved, adored, and overall WORSHIPED his young bro

(Yo. Here's a fluffy short reader insert I wrote like a month ago.) The bright, white sun beamed onto your bed, hitting your eyes with harsh light. Your (h/c) was spread about your bed, messy and tangled, as your grey walls of your room looked like mirrors, as the light bounced off. Your eyes were gloomy and refused to open to the morning light. Your name was (F/N) (L/N). You never left your room. You were in your little world- The outside world was weird to you, you hated it. Society is stupid, and your parents abandoned you, and you lived in this house, and took care of yourself. You were very thin, and limited outside contact, if any. T

(Warning: Contains Character death. I know canonically Sweden is homosexual but I posted it anyways.) For years now, you loved and adored Berwald. There wasn't really anything you could do to stop it from lingering, knowing he was with Tino, and was just as happy like that. You weren't mad, you and Tino were best friends. Ever since childhood you were friends with him, and he was like a brother to you. One day, you and Tino were walking home from the park. Both of you were chatting along on this blissful, sunny day. What could go wrong? As you walked on the sidewalk, shining brightly in the sunlight, you heard the screech of car tires, maki

He felt... cold. The world seemed so surreal, an icy hell. He stared at the dark ceiling, his eyes tearing up. He was lonely; he hated this one feeling. Like nobody cared; it made him feel like putting on a bubbly act for his friends wasn't worth it. His heart was still beating, but hollow and thin. More the pace, more the damage. He tried, he really did, to ignore the feelings like he was worthless. Unwanted. Idiotic. Each word made his mind freeze and made him glum. Soon, the tears started spillin', down his sun-kissed cheeks, his auburn eyes turning green, from the overflow of tears. He held his fingers to his mouth, trying to stop his we