HeavenAngel31

Ugh. It was late already. You checked your watch. 10 PM. Your everyday schedule was bursting at the seams, packed with extra classes, tutoring, and clubs. Not that you didn't enjoy it, of course. But today's bustling events had left you as the definition of exhausted, and all you wanted to do now was return to your dorm room and collapse onto your bed. Shower optional. Wearily you trudged up the stairs, cursing the school for not installing an elevator, ski lift, magic carpet... something that got you up and down this 5-floor building besides the steepest flights of stairs that ever existed. Honestly, if you were going to live here during yo

"{Name}… You… How could you do this to me...?" Ludwig's sparkling blue eyes were dulled and downcast, his eyebrows furrowed in what seemed like concentration, or a tight lidded rage. His hands shook minutely, something your averted eyes did not catch. You pushed yourself further into the worn-out love-seat, desperately trying to hide from his view. You hugged yourself as surprised tears began to well up and the guilt deep inside you makes it harder for you to breathe, "L-Ludwig... Y-You know I never meant to-" "Never meant to do it?" Ludwig's glaringly blank eyes gaze into yours. You somehow held your heavy breathing in, slowl

     Soccer. You had hated the sport ever since third grade. So you didn't know what to do when your best friend Feliciano called you to ask you if you wanted to play "Calcio". He knew you hated soccer too, so why did he call you?     "Toni's going to be there," there was your reason. You could almost picture the Italian smirking. It was so unlike him most of the time, but when it came down to you, Feli's "Migliore Amico per Sempre!", and Toni, his brother's best friend, there was nothing more fun to deal with.     You groaned, Toni was the deal breaker, "Fine, it's just for fun though... right?"     "Of-a course il mio amico!" he said

The Vargas brothers, or rather, Feliciano, told you to hang around for a little bit while they closed their produce stand for the day. So, you stood off to the side while they did some last-minute haggling with some customers before packing their leftover produce into a small crate and hiding it beneath some tarps behind the stand. "Vee~ are you ready to go, bella?" asked Feliciano as he squirted some hand sanitizer into his left palm before offering the bottle to Lovino. "Yep," you replied with a friendly smile. You had just met the happy-go-lucky Italian and you were already fond of him and, on a lesser note, his grumpy twin. "Andiamo!"

“You’re sleeping with that thing again?” The familiar voice of the Italian carried a disgruntled tone as you clambered onto bed, his words raspy from drowsiness as he cracked one eye open to look at you. “There’s nothing wrong with it,” you retorted defensively, clutching the soft material of your teddy bear closer to your chest. “It helps me sleep. Really.” His scoff wasn’t very subtle as Romano propped himself up with his elbows, eyes narrowed at the plush animal that was held in your arms. You’d recently received the teddy bear from your mother who’d been digging through

Hours passed. Exhaustion had settled deep in your bones, and you felt the oncomings of a fever. All you did was try to rest as you walked knee-deep in snow behind Bucky. And by rest, you meant occasionally closing your eyes and letting your mind drift. You had sustained a few cuts from the attack this morning. In the heat of the fighting, it had slipped your attention that your assailant must have had a knife. “Hey, thanks for the coat by the way...” You swayed as you shifted your bag’s weight onto your left arm, nearly tripping as you did so. “I’m glad I gave it to you. It’s cold, I wouldn’t want y

A/N: As always, I highly suggest/encourage you to read the description if you haven't already. Thankies~! Captain Kirkland's POV    I walked towards the main cabin slowly and pridefully. We had just won another battle, surely there is some pride in that. Some of my crew members cheered as I passed by. I grinned at them, but didn't stop. After a successful battle, a party is always insured, and there'd be plenty of time to talk during that. I strolled past a guest room and stopped momentarily. I pushed the door open and grabbed a fresh pair of clothes. The ones the girl wore seemed a bit... tattered.    Being lost in thought can make the

Prussia x Glasses-wearing!Self-conscious!Reader     *RIIIIIIIIING*     The loud, harsh sound of the school bell roughly jerked you out of your daydreaming. You hurriedly looked around to get your bearings again and then started following everybody else's example by packing up.     Your head snapped up, I forgot to write down my homework! You squinted at the white board that displayed the homework. To your dismay, the words were too blurry to be read. Slightly frustrated, you stopped packing to wait for everyone to leave so you could move to the front to copy it. Fortunately, you did not have to wait too long before the majority of the p

     Your breath caught in your throat, effectively cutting your conversation short.  What was that? What was in his eyes?     Without conscious purpose, your feet shuffled in the direction of that – that… well whatever the hell it was.  It enchanted you in a way you couldn’t describe.  In all your years of life, you haven’t been taught any word to describe that thing that filled his irises.  It held a quality unlike the scenery around it.  The closest word you could imagine was “glowing”, but even that didn’t seem quite right.     The person, with whom you had previously been conversing, called

Feliciano looked out over the pristine blue sea.  Light waves played with the side of the ship he was on and a zephyr toyed with his hair with frivolity matching that of the sea.  The afternoon sun warmed his skin and clothes.  The brilliance of the aforementioned celestial body made him squint through his examination of the sky.  A few clouds were enjoying the blue sky as well, and none were gray with a sour mood.  It was a perfect day for sailing. Ships were very comfortable to Feliciano; he grew up fishing, among other Mediterranean activities.  The Mediterranean had always been kind and nurturing to his family, supplying them with copiou