ResidentEvilHetalia

Today was supposed to be like all the others. Same boring classes, same boring teachers, and the same, glorious boyfriend. Matsuoka Rin. As the last bell rang, you followed your routine. Went to your locker, and headed straight for the Samezuka Academy pool to watch Rin practice. Little did you know that today was going to be just a bit out of routine. * * * When you arrived, your boyfriend had just gotten changed and left the locker room. He strided over to you, gave you a large embrace and that toothy smile, huskily whispering in your ear, “You up for dinner after practice?” “Food is food, Rin.” Your eyes spark

**** NOTE THERE IS SERIOUS TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR CUTTING AHEAD SO PLEASE DON"T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT. AGAIN THERE IS CUTTING AND SELF HARM AHEAD****** Makoto x Self Harming Reader (Request) This is story for xClerithFan1x Drip Drip Drip The sound of drops of blood hitting the cold tile floor echoed through the bathroom.  You didn’t even flinch as you added another stripe of red to your wrist, followed by one more to each hip and several along each ridge of your collar bone. Lines of blood dripped down your body creating the oddest mixture of sensations, filling the air with a metallic scent. You weren’t worried about bl

 To: [First] [Last] From : Marco Bodt We're here (:   To: Marco Bodt From : [First] [Last] Alright. Be down in a minute To: [First] [Last] From : Marco Bodt Okay And so it began. You didn't get up from the bed immediately. Your eyes blankly bore into space, your shoulders sagged as if a great weight had been placed on them, and you drew in a deep, cleansing breath through your nose. Crap, you were just so not ready for this. Not at all. You held it in for about five seconds then you let it out through your mouth, nodded once for yourself before heading out of your bedroom. After making it down the steps without tripping over your not-qu

 In your training class, you graduated nineteenth. Nineteenth. Or in other words, not only did you epically fail at making it into the elite top ten, you got to kiss your dream of joining the Military Police goodbye. The majority of your friends died during the operation to retake Trost, half of them being killed before your very eyes, including a dear childhood friend. The 'success' of the operation didn't soften the blow. You weren't entirely sure how it happened or what came over you in that moment, but Jean Kirschtein, the boy who once preached and raved it was practically suicide, convinced you and several of your classmates to join the

Marco's eyes surveyed the quad in front of him, it was heaving with students who were walking to their classes, or just meeting up with friends and as far as he could see, none of them were you. He hoped you weren't mad, he was a little late afterall but it hadn't been his fault, his class had let out ten minutes later than it was supposed to have done, it was beyond his control. You were here somewhere, obviously you would be because you'd picked the meeting place and you had that kind of irritating habit of turning up everywhere at least ten minutes early. But you weren't on the bench where you usually sat, which meant that you'd probably

[[There's a couple of spoilers from recent chapters in here, so be careful.]] --- You sighed, your eyes flickering up to the clock on the wall, one more time to add to the countless amount you'd looked in the past hour, but hey, another two minutes had passed. Your eyes fell from the clock to your phone laying on the couch next to you and even though you knew you'd have heard it if anything had come through, you checked that too. No missed calls, no new texts. This wasn't like him at all and honestly, you were starting to feel a little bit worried now. You reached a hand out to the snacks you'd prepared and laid on the coffee table and sho