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2pItaly x Reader - Bully2pItaly x Reader - Bully by Geni-chan
Feliciano Vargas was a changed man. His eyes were a peircing purple, yet still beautiful. His hair was a dark burgundy.
He might've not been the Feliciano you fell in love with, but he was still so sweet to you...and a dick to others, like Lovino.
The Italian had a more punk swagger to him. Instead of you two holding hands, you'd just loop your arms together, Feliciano's hand never leaving the pocket of his dark jeans.
And, for some reason, people looked at you when you were with your Italian lover. A lot.
Pretty damn weird.
School was just released. After saying your good-byes to your friends for the weekend, you found your way out of the building and to Italy's side.
Italy gave you a soft grin."Hey, _____. Is that same bastardo bothering you?"
You shook your head."Ever since you spoke to him, he's layed off."
"He better have.", Italy replied.
You smiled and looped your arm with Italy's, leaning against him gently.
You really loved Italy so much, and to see him change, it
Norway x Reader - Where I BelongNorway x Reader - Where I Belong by Geni-chan
Your hand really, really hurt. Dispite, you continued to paint on the wall.
After finding a few buckets of paint in the storage room overnight, you and a few people from your floor decided to create a masterpiece.
And it was coming along well...
The year was 2000. The turn of the century.
You were locked up in the Trans-Alleghany Lunatic Asylum in Weston, West Virginia.
It was just because some people, a lot of people, thought you were freakin' insane.
Just because you had anger outburts, then you were the happiest, sweetest, most innocent person in the world.
...Maybe it was a problem. Nobody was ever hurt, though!
At least...nobody that mattered to the world.
You gasped as you dragged your brush along your cleaned canvas, only for water to follow.
"Can somebody get me more blue paint?!"
Urgent footsteps were your reply. You looked back from the wall to see a friend of yours in the asylum.
He stayed in the intensive care ward, but sometimes he came down to yours for a few visits.