toleratings

  “Gilbert, give me my phone back!” You demanded, your brows furrowed slightly as you reached for the device the albino had gripped tightly in his hand. A mischievous kesese escaped his lips as he held it higher, knowing that you couldn’t possibly reach it. It was frustrating that he underestimated you due to your height. It’s not like he was that tall, either.   You see, you had gone over to the Prussian’s house to complete some homework. You both were sitting on the couch, copying down some answers, when all of a sudden – he just grabbed your phone. Out of nowhere. And all you were trying to do was get it

[Listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eB6mfr1Cbxs x] We keep behind closed doors Every time I see you, I die a little more Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls It'll never be enough It had been one year since you had met Ludwig Beilschmidt, the boy who instantly stole your heart with his beautiful azure hues, which mesmerized you to the point where he had to snap you out of the trance they managed to set you in. Although you adored seeing those baby blues, on the inside, it killed you. You always wanted to see those eyes, day and night, at anytime. . .but you knew that it was a simple fantasy you manuafactu

 "Alright everyone, please listen to your classmate." Your third grade teacher says, clasping her hands together, then turning to look at you with a warm smile on her face. "Alright, sweetie, you can begin reading." You returned the smile and held up the book in your hands, which was titled 'Our Everyday Heroes'. You see, you and your class had made a small book that was about someone that you felt was a hero in your everyday life. Many of your classmates had written about their parents, others about their siblings, but you had chosen one person in particular to write about. "My everyday hero is my best friend, Alfred." You began, a bit slo

I don’t like the way he’s looking at you I’m starting to think you want him too Am I crazy, have I lost ya? Even though I know you love me, can’t help it You sit at the Lucky Cat Café, watching as your boyfriend, Tadashi Hamada, rushes back and forth behind the wooden counter. A small smile etches onto your lips as you think about how hard he works to help his Aunt with the Cafe, and how you ended up with someone as amazing as him. No one could ever replace him. You glance around, immediately locking eyes with a blond male. It seems that he's been staring at you for a while, but it doesn't really matter to you.

"(y/n)." A stern yet soft voice says, causing you to flutter your eyes open. "Vake up, it's time for our run." A groan escapes your lips as you turn around, burying your face into the warm sheets. "Ludwig, it's five in the morning! Can't we skip the morning run, just today? Please, I just want to sleep. . ." You hear him sigh, a bit upset. "Liebe, I don't think zhat's a good idea. Zhen you'll vant to skip tomorrow, and zhe day after--" You sit up slowly and look over at him, a small pout on your lips. "Just today, please? I promise we'll go tomorrow." Ludwig thinks about it for a minute, then sighs. "Fine." You smile tiredly and lie down