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Marco BodtXReader _______ struggled in pain as she dragged her torso to the nearest wall, leaving a thick trail of blood painted behind her. She dug her cracked nails into the bricked building and propped herself up against the cold surface the best she possibly could without the support of her lower body. It hurts...its hurts so much Marco... Small tears fell from her eyes as she looked up at the darkening skies. She clenched her fists tight as pain surged up through the remainder of her body, managing a small yelp of pain to escape her lips. She looked down at where her legs used to be connected to the rest of her body. Blood was still

/;/;/RomanoXReader/;/;/ Lovino Vargas.  That was an interesting name... It sounded either Spainish or Italian... You read the return address, and your eyes widened. Italy. You threw your hands up in the air like a child on a roller coaster and suealed, " YES~!" Everyone looked at you like you were crazy, except you two best friends Alfred and Ariana. They just busted out laughing. Mr. Maccarelli told us to shut up, and said that the class had an hour to read the letters, write back, and discuss your letters with a group, of course, you would go to Alfred and Ariana. "You guys understand? Yes? Good. GO!" Within 5 seconds, Alfred h

RomanoXReader You sat in your class tapping your pencil against your desk, listening as your teacher droned on and on about the upcoming assignment. You glanced around at the surrounding classmates, one of them being your best friend Alfred F. Jones, who was the class clown... he was asleep as usual. You decided to actual focus on you teacher for once, your social teacher, Mr. Maccarelli. " Alright human babies! Its this time of year, that we do with all the highschoolers. PEN PALS~!" You picked your head off of your hand and actually put your full attention to him now. Pen pals? As in... writing to a random child somewhere that's your a