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Ragazzas death
Two days.
For two days Flavio left (ragazza) with her loving, careful cousin (poppet). Though depressed and a bit “out of it,” (poppet) cared for her younger cousin, her only surviving blood relative, more than anything else in the world. Flavio left his one and only darling niece in the hands of not just her cousin, but a family: Oliver, Francis, Al, Matt. All people he knew oh, too well— a unit of closely knit individuals as protective as they were strange. Flavio left his precious, fragile, only niece in their care for two days.
Two days.
Only two days.
The blonde tapped his pale knuckles to the off-white front door of the little suburban home far out on the edge of town with a polite smile resting on his face as he waited for a response.
Nothing.
He rolled his eyes at what he presumed to be laziness on the half of the home owners and knocked again.
Still no response.
Impatience began to replace his usual gentle demeanor. He clinched his fist and banged against the
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MIiddle School Sweethearts (Chapter Two, 1/2)

Well, I spend the rest of my day on edge.
I don't have another run-in with Cassidy, but I know I'm probably going to have to see her again. This isn't something I can just ignore, and it'll go away. 
After the last bell of the day rings, I mix with the pour of students in the halls as everyone goes off to lockers, classrooms, and the different exits in the building. While I'm walking, I touch the arm that Cassidy punched at lunch. It still stings.
When I make it outside, I squint my eyes due to the sun that's beaming down from the cloudless sky as a breeze comes through, carrying brown and yellow leaves. I move one of my hands up to lessen the sun's intensity on my face, and my other hand searches my pocket for my cell phone. I need something to pass the time while I wait for Ryan to make it out of the building so that we can head to our bus.
As I'm unlocking my phone, someone grabs my arm and jerks me toward them.
"Aww! Was you wait
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Middle School Swwetheart (Chapter One)

Don't worry. I found a way out of that. Don't ask me how. I don't want to talk about it.
Anyway, I give the note to the teacher, then head back to class. The whole time I'm walking, I keep having flashbacks. I think I might be traumatized.
The worst part is, I'm pretty sure that girl is the transfer student, Cassidy. I'm not even in any of her classes, but I still know who she is. Everybody knows who Cassidy is.
So, I get back to class, and I'm greeted with a glare from my teacher as soon as I walk inside.
"It shouldn't take anyone that long to go downstairs and come right back," she says to me.
I shrug then put the pass down on her desk. Kids in the class chuckle behind me.
What? It's not like I have a reasonable excuse, cause saying I got held up hiding in the girls' bathroom is not an option.
"Where were you? W-"
I'm pretty sure my teacher's saying some other stuff, but here is where I seem to stop listening.
The only time she speaks w
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Middle School Sweethearts (Prologue)


I reach my hand out to my teacher, and she gives me two slips of paper; one is a hall pass, and the other is a note she wants me to give to a teacher downstairs. I'm probably one of the few boys in this period she expects to make the run and come right back. Being quiet makes you one of the "good students" in teachers' eyes nowadays. I take both papers and head out the door.
Once I get into the hallway, I take out my cellphone to check the time. I can't believe it's only ten thirty-two. Lunch isn't even for another whole hour. I can't stand the drawl of my fourth-period teacher. It's hell.
I huff then get to walking towards the heavy steel door on the other side of the hall that leads downstairs. My feet drag behind me as I untangle my earbuds.
Before I even get halfway down the hall, the door that leads to the stairwell is pushed open, and the sound of sneakers squeaking against the tile floors echoes throughout the empty
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2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster Parent (part 5)

You sighed as you took the key from the ignition. You sat in your car in the driveway for a second to collect your thoughts. Your body was already drained from ten hours on an assembly line, and you weren’t sure if you were fully ready for the emotional and mental draining that you anticipated inside your house.
The two teenage boys you had were already a handful between your rebellious, smart-mouthed youngest, and his depressed, heavily dependent older brother. Now with a spiteful, angry “foster son,” you almost felt as if you would have been better off just going straight to the army out of military school instead of messing around with Lenard.
You grunted as Lenard slipped into your mind. “That dumbass. All he’s ever done is fuck up my life since the day I met him.” Your hands pulsated from the tight grip you held on the steering wheel, and your teeth felt as if they could shatter at any moment from you grindin
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2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster Parent (part 4)

The last bell of the day rung, and Roderich tossed his bag over his shoulder as he weaved his way through students who raced to the door. He stopped at a desk on the far left side of the class in the second row from the back. The girl who sat there looked up from packing her bag as Roderich tapped her desk.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hello?” she said and tilted her head.
He touched his chest and shook his head before he offered his hand. “Sorry. Roderich.”
She nodded. “Yes. I remember, you said your name at the beginning of class.”
He laughed some as he dropped his hand to his side. “True, but I never got yours. What is it?”
“Neddie,” she said and got up from her seat. She had a couple of inches on him in height.
“Well, Neddie, can I walk with you?”
She lifted a brown and asked, “What do you want?”
“To walk with you.”
She stood quiet and just stared at
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2p!Germany x Mom!Reader- Handling A Child
8. Gan-ma's House!
“Daddy! Daddy! Juice! Juice please, daddy!”
Lutz sighed as his eyes went from the television in his living room to the two-year-old in front of him. He only gave the boy a quick glance before the TV gained back his full attention.
Tyler smacked his hands against his dad’s knees as he pleaded with the blonde who seemed to pay it no mind. The child bounced and continued to hit him, probably thinking that Lutz couldn’t hear him-- for some strange reason-- and that bouncing and hitting him harder would help his ears.
Lutz rubbed his throbbing head before he grabbed and lifted the boy into the air. He stared at the now quiet child for a second. “No.”
The boy threw his arms about in dismay. “Daddy! I want juice, daddy!”
“You don’t need any more juice, Tyler,” he said as he got off the couch. “You just had a whole sippy cup.”
“Apple juice!”
“Tell you what. I’l
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2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster Parent (part 3)

Roderich couldn’t have had a better first day. After first period, word of his name got around fast. Though he did get questions about his dad, which wasn't that bad, he also had a bunch of long, deep conversations with some real music nerds. He learned a lot of cool new bands, songwriters, producers. He also got to tell them about some of his favorite artists and musicians, which some of them had never heard of but were eager to listen. He had even met this one older kid, a junior named Nigel, who wanted to start a band with him. He was good too. He'd shown Roderich some videos of him on the drums, and he even had a Youtube account where he posted piano covers to songs.
Besides all of the musical discussions, there was also all of the girls to love. For the past year and a half, he’d been in an all boys’ school and had almost forgotten what great company girls were. Not even music talk could beat flirting with the cutest girl
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2p!Austria x Mom!Reader- Foster Parent (part 2)

The next morning, you awoke to the alarm on your phone blaring in your ears. You flinched then let out a loud, irritated grunt as you reached and slammed your hand down on your phone. Its vibration pattern shook your hand as you pulled the aggravating device down from the night stand and poked your finger around on the screen until you found the stop button to silence it.
You lifted your body up into a sitting position once it was quiet and rubbed your nose around with the heel of your hand, causing a long squealish sniffling sound to echo through the room whenever you stopped to take in a breath through your nose. You sighed and hopped onto your feet, and your hands went on to wipe and flick crust from your eyes so you could open them, then to ruffle around your messy bed hair.
A pair of your cats followed you out of the room and strutted off to the living room as you dragged to Gilligan’s room across the hall from yours. You pounded your han
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2p!America x Reader- Work For It Ch. 1
Dyah grabbed her book bag from her bedside after she slipped into her sneakers. She got up from her made twin bed and tossed the dark green bag over her shoulder. As she walked across the small dorm room to the exit, she waved to her roommate who sat at one of the two light wood desks opposite of the two beds in the room.
“I'm out,” Dyah said to the black haired girl. The female didn't look up from her textbook and just lifted her hand a bit as Dyah left the room.
She headed out into the large hallway of the building. As she started for the exit, a few girls passed her. Her eyes drifted along with them and studied their shapes. One of the girls-- a short, petite redhead with a switch in her walk-- Dyah knew. The bright eyed girl smiled and waved to Dyah as they passed one another. She smiled and waved back before turning around again.
"Ugh!" Dyah groaned as she made it to the heavy steel push bar door. "All I can ever talk to are straight girls."
The early morning sun hit h
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Over winter break

I intend to bend my schedule

And reach new levels of art and creativity

Cause really

This lack of content

My slow, inactive involvement

It’s breaking me

Slowly but surely it’s making me

Realize

Just how much

I’ve lost touch

With my fandom

The randoms

Who helped bring to my attention my true passions

Through my actions

I’ll give you

All the ideas I’ve kept bottled up

And stuck

Well, with any luck

Over winter break

I intend to

Get into

My old habits

Back when doing this shit was so simple

My mental

It’s changing

Rearranging my prospects

Having me switching

And questioning my authorhood in the process

But it’s all good

I’m still me

Bursting with stories

Soon, I’ll be loud enough

No one can ignore me

My story

Has only started

I’ve drifted but not departed

Look out for me

I promise, I’m gonna finish what I started

...

Maybe

—-

Yeah, I’m probably gonna start posting again over my winter break.

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Two days.

For two days Flavio left (ragazza) with her loving, careful cousin (poppet). Though depressed and a bit “out of it,” (poppet) cared for her younger cousin, her only surviving blood relative, more than anything else in the world. Flavio left his one and only darling niece in the hands of not just her cousin, but a family: Oliver, Francis, Al, Matt. All people he knew oh, too well— a unit of closely knit individuals as protective as they were strange. Flavio left his precious, fragile, only niece in their care for two days.

Two days.

Only two days.

The blonde tapped his pale knuckles to the off-white front door of the little suburban home far out on the edge of town with a polite smile resting on his face as he waited for a response.

Nothing.

He rolled his eyes at what he presumed to be laziness on the half of the home owners and knocked again.

Still no response.

Impatience began to replace his usual gentle demeanor. He clinched his fist and banged against the door as he shouted, “Hey! There seems to be somebody at your door!”

Not a sound came from the house.

His impatience faded into uncertainty and unease.

He knocked again, losing most of his strength behind it. When he was met with silence for a fourth time, his unease turned to panic.

He tried for the door knob only to find it locked. Being as he wasn’t strong enough to force the door open, he had to compose himself enough to focus and pick the lock via a few tools he had in the car. It took no more than two minutes, but it felt like hours as he steadied his hands the best he could with a sinking, unnerving feeling weighing down his stomach. His concentration clouded and fogged by worst-case scenarios flooding his mind.

The click of the turned lock snapped his brain to one thought; (ragazza). But as soon as he turned the knob and rushed the door back, the potent, undeniable, gag-inducing scent of blood and decay filled his nose.

His heart and breathing stopped along with every detail of the world around him. Nothing existed in that moment. Nothing was real. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

“(ragazza)!”

It took every fiber in his being, but he forced his feet to push off, and he ran through the house. As he got farther and deeper in, down the hall the smell of death only became more evident and unmistakable, but he pushed on. He kept on to (poppet’s) bedroom where the door had been left open. He came to an abrupt stop in front of the room and stared in from the hall. He stayed there. Expecting, but hoping differently. Praying different. Begging God to not let this be true.

He staggered to the door.

“(r-ragazza)?”

As he came closer and closer to the door frame, his legs seemed to become weaker and weaker, showing signs that his knees might give out on him any second.

And they did.

When his eyes came across (ragazza’s) motionless, ghost-white body laid out on the messy, blood soaked bed, his entire body gave up on him as he fell to the wood floors. Tears that had been streaming down his cheeks since he stepped foot into the house had only just became noticeable as they began to form a puddle in front of him. He choked on a scream that begged and pleaded to be let out, but he couldn’t find the air necessary to release it. It held in his throat until it willed its way out.

“No!” A long gasp of breath interrupted by hiccuped cries. “N-no, no, no, no, no…You can’t. Y-you can’t do this to me. No. No, you can’t…”

He rocked back and forth with his hands gripped and choking his upper arms. His body shook and shivered as his tears refused to quit, and his eyelids wouldn’t dare budge to blink the insistent burning away.

“(r-ragazza)…”
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It wasn’t meant to be that long.

Luciano had only sent his daughter (ragazza) to live with his brother Flavio for a few weeks. One month, tops. After some time, she would cool off he thought. She just needed time. She knew he loved her more than anything. Nothing mattered more to him than her.

Why did she have to be so stubborn? So hot-tempered? Why’d she have to be so much like him?

She should have been a fun-loving, studious, normal teenage girl. Her biggest problem should be which shoes to wear to lunch out with her friends. She should be at home with him— pampered, spoiled, and spending all of his money on clothes, sweets, and whatever else her little heart desired. This— none of this— this entire situation shouldn’t have even been a thing happening.

But it was. His little girl was filled with rage, resentment, and hate. All especially and directed just for him. Feelings she shouldn’t even have to experience. How could he let such feelings touch his only child?

More than two weeks it had been. For over two weeks, Luciano hadn’t gotten to see, hear, or embrace his only daughter. The only human-being he cared about more than himself.

On this particular day, Luciano’s phone rang. The dull, average ringtone played and dragged until Luciano decided to check it. The screen identified the caller as his brother, so he answered.

“Yes?”

“Luciano,” Flavio’s tone was flat and somber. It gave Luciano a sudden and unexpected feeling of dread.

“What? What happened? (ragazza’s) okay, right?”

Silence.

“Flavio…? Flavio, do not fucking…fuck with me right now; tell me she’s fine!” His hands twitched and gripped at the phone as he paced back and forth in his room. His patience was quickly running low for his brother’s silence. “Answer me, god damn it! Where’s (ragazza)?”

“…(ragazza)…” Flavio drifted off. “(r-ragazza)…is dead.”

Luciano’s ears had been playing tricks on him that day.

They had to be.

There was no possible way that what they heard was right.

“Wai— W-what? Say that again.”

“(ragazza) is dead, Luciano…She’s dead.”

His head involuntarily moved from one side to the other as his brain attempted to form a sentence. “H-h…H-how?”

“(poppet),” Flavio paused midway before drawing in a breath. “(poppet). S-she…she stabbed her.”

“Y-you’re lying.”

“She smothered her with a pillow and stabbed her.”

Luciano shut his eyes. “No,” he forced out through his gritted teeth.

“Right through the chest,” Flavio continued, though Luciano wanted nothing more than for him to stop, “and she pointed a gun in her mouth and killed herself.”

Luciano’s free hand covered his mouth as his eyelids squeezed tighter. “Oh, god no.”

“Along with everyone. Else. In. The house.”

“S-stop.”

“I-I saw (ragazza’s) body laying in the bed.”

“Flavio just…”

“S-she had been dead for over twenty-fours hours before I found her.”

Luciano broke down and fell to his knees by his bedside table. “Stop. P-please I—.”

“T-there were dried tears on her face, Luciano!” Flavio cried. “Her blood was stained, dried into the floor. I-I saw it…I saw it…”

“(r-ragazza)…” Luciano choked on tears he refused to let loose, but his burning eyes couldn’t hold on for too long. “(ragazza). T-this…This shouldn’t have happened to you. Why? Why would…My little ragazza.”
Ragazzas death
And four years later, we get to see Luci and Flavio’s reaction to (ragazza’s) death~! Cry! Cry, my children!

Anyway, this was kind of a spur of the moment type thing. I was listening to Stephen King’s Misery on audiobook and became overwhelmed with the urge to write this. I haven’t written about anything in the last probably two or three months maybe, but I started and finished this in about an hour.

Gawd, I missed writing and actually finishing things. That’s why I love one-shots so much. XD

Anywho, hope you all enjoy. And remember! I’m gonna post some stuff over winter break. Mark my words, by damn it!

and link to the last chapter before this here: eriko-neko.deviantart.com/art/…

and the very first chapter in thee series, cause why not? I don’t read it, but you might like it: eriko-neko.deviantart.com/art/…
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Over winter break

I intend to bend my schedule

And reach new levels of art and creativity

Cause really

This lack of content

My slow, inactive involvement

It’s breaking me

Slowly but surely it’s making me

Realize

Just how much

I’ve lost touch

With my fandom

The randoms

Who helped bring to my attention my true passions

Through my actions

I’ll give you

All the ideas I’ve kept bottled up

And stuck

Well, with any luck

Over winter break

I intend to

Get into

My old habits

Back when doing this shit was so simple

My mental

It’s changing

Rearranging my prospects

Having me switching

And questioning my authorhood in the process

But it’s all good

I’m still me

Bursting with stories

Soon, I’ll be loud enough

No one can ignore me

My story

Has only started

I’ve drifted but not departed

Look out for me

I promise, I’m gonna finish what I started

...

Maybe

—-

Yeah, I’m probably gonna start posting again over my winter break.
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I took some pictures and edited them with an amateur hand and iPhone filters.
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Yo! What's gucci, my killah? I'm Dyah. It's really swell to meet ya. I write fanfictions. Sometimes I draw some stuff. If I'm feeling particularly ballsy, I'll even write a poem. I have not had training in any of the three activities listed. Though it may sound illiterate of me, I don't even read for real, for real. I'm just a young adult following their dreams. I used to be a kid following my dreams, but like, some years happened and like...now we're here. So...sup.

Oh! And now you can check me out on Tumblr and Wattpad! Ya know, if you like using those sites. I'm trying to post to all three now.

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Why, thank you very much! I appreciate it! >w<
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Happy birthday! I hope you had an amazing day today! 
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Thank you, darling! It was pretty dope.
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