POTATOES AND MOLASSES

 wtf was I on when I wrote all this

That yummy hannikinns shit makes me wanna curl up and cry but hey it's cringy

now-a-days they wouldn't even look in eachothers directions. Though, it wasn't always like that.
          
          
          Mikkel, was a transgender jr high student, struggles with moving from foster family to foster family due to his horrific temper. This soon causes his grades to sink due to him having to switch schools every time. 
          
          with this is current principal places him into an after school program where highschool students help out struggling Jr high ones. Normally it flops with people like mikkel but one person seems to stick.
          
          This person is non-other then Oliver Anderson. A pastel goth highschool student who's only problem in life is crying.
          
           how did tutoring turn into this? 
          
          
          
          

PT 4 (bad end)
          
          Antonio gently picks up the males body and places them on the bed. He softly pets their hair, humming and gently plucking the flowers. 
          "I'll make sure you won't ever get hurt again" he whispers. He knew that the other couldn't feel anything, yet they didn't care.
          
          Hours pass and he had the body in the bath cleaning up all of the blood that had dried onto him. "See all clean!" He says smiling. Draining the water and drying Lovino's hair. Gently taking them out and dressing them.  Brushing out the hair and even put a tad of blush to make them look slightly alive.
          
          Antonio's sane side was screaming on the inside; knowing damn well this is wrong. He softly kisses the others cheek. Leaving them on the room while he rushes out the house to a world meeting: the real meaning for the visit.
          
          Sure lovino was Antonio's rock and vise versa but Antonio never truly cares for the younger. Driving to the meeting in his beat up car he softly played music yet all that played was static. Not thinking anything of it he shrugs
          
          "Toni~" a soft voice whispers in his ears, he gipped the wheel only one person called him that- "come on Antonio- let us be together again!" A new voice joins in making him go pale. "We all can be so happy~ if you would just -a tug on the wheel from some ghost- crash!" 
          
          And he did. Surviving the crash he was faced with everyone he had ever loved and left. Lovino's being amongst them. His eyes seemingly more sunken in and his hair over his eyes. 
          
          "Lovi i-" and before he could finish the sentence a knife plunges into his chest and everything goes black.

PT 3(also tw for Spain being a little crazy)
          
          "Until next time I see you, my love" Lovino says in-between  hiccup sobs. His world goes dark as the flowers over take him, filling his lungs and showing on his skin. Yet he was happy! Happy that he would finally - after years - be encased in something Antonio loved. A small smile was on his faced when he took his final breath. Finally his suffering was over with. No more hurting.
          
          
          It wasn't until a few days later when a certain Spanish man walked into the house and to Lovino's bedroom did anyone even notice anything was off. He softly knocked
          
          
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          He slowly opens the door and peaks in. Nothing could be heard except the soft hum of the A/C going on half blast and the soft dripping of a shower. It wasn't that, that ticked him off seeing as it was normal;  it was that the room reacked of death and once Antonio realized the smell he covered his mouth a sobbed. 
          
          "L-lovi!" He starts to walk over to the lifeless  body of Lovino. Getting on one knee holding onto the others face. "Lovino...wake up, darling wake up!"  Antonio was shouting now, begging him to wake up. "Please ...please! I can't lose you! I can't! Not you too" Antonio licked his thumb and ever so gently wiped the others face with it. Carefully avoiding the flowers that had formed over it. He softly hummed, a song he had sung to Lovino when he was younger and on the verge of sleeping.
          
          "Lovino please...please wake up!" He shouts standing. He knew they where dead, beyond return. Even with his nation stats it was unlikely to return from such a thing the same. It wouldn't be his lovino if it  was to happen. 
          
          He saw the note and read over it, "oh dear...how long have you known" Antonio whispers softly petting the lifeless body's head. "I never knew what to do with you" he says gently pulling the flowers of the others lips do he could place a kiss. 
          
          "Just like death" he jokes, the taste was all to the norm for him. It made him wanna die.

Pt 2
          
          'I-it won't be to long now lovino"he whispers to himself looking at the  Red carnations in the sink. He breaksdown, gripping the sink harder with every broken and hurtful sob. Looking at themselves in the mirror only makes it worse. His curl seemed to go lip but had a faint heart shape, his brown eyes where now dull and lifeless. 
          
          "STOP CRYING!" he shouts at the mirror, almost wanting to just punch himself. He let go and slid down the wall, pathetically throwing up into the toilet through sobs. It was more blood then anything by now. 
          
          "Of all the ways you wanted me dead...you pick this one?" He asks hunched over the toilet bowl. Everything was hurting now, his throat, his head, his mouth but most importantly: his lungs. He thew them up again. 
          And again.
          And again.
          
          Not even able to suck in the little air he was allowed before it was to happen again. It reminded lovino of drowning with no one near you. 
          
          Your head finally able to break the surface to get a fighting chance, but the waves drag you down farther and farther. Each time taking you deeper until it wasn't possible anymore. 
          
          He was at the point of fully drowning. No return, he lets out a string of apologizes. Ones that the world would never hear. Most dealing with being a jerk, yet some where full on confessions. 
          
          He flushes and stands slowly gripping onto the sink to support himself.  Soon going back into his room emptying the petal filled trash bag into a bigger one. Getting a pen and a notebook out of the dresser drawer and quickly writes a few things down, knowing someone will find his flower covered self soon.
          
          "this was no one's fault my own. One I had full control over that I decided to treat stupidly. Antonio, you bastard, one of these days you better meet me. Understand? I...I have and will always love you"
          
          As he writes, buds start sprouting on his skin making his scream in agony. "I-i. Hur-" he got cut off by the flowers coming out of his mouth, covering the paper.

Short Spamano story (aka I make Romano suffer) pt 1
          Lovino woke up in a fit of coughs and wheezes. Dreaming of Antonio, his ex-caregiver and long turn friend, always seemed to make everything worse, he started coughing in his hands a feeling he had grown all the acquaintaned with. The knowledge that he knew he would never have them was unbearable.
           
          It hurt the Italian more then anything to deal with this. This disease, one that had fully taken over his life, was now killing him. Lovino keeps coughing, now small pieces of a flower where coming out, as well as blood.
          
            "S-stupid Toni! Making me feel! damn him!" The male, in his early 20's cursed looking at the petals in his hands, he let out a pathetic bark of laughter. " Red carnations...they always where his favorite..." He trails off
          
          He gets overcame by yet another wave of nausea, quickly turning his head to the left and throwing up into a bucket. He knew this month - week if lucky - would be the last. Everything had been getting worse and energy had hit an all-time low. Even his stupid fratello moved more then he had been!
          
          Looking over at the clock lovino groans. "Three am!  Three fucking am! " He shouts to the best of his ability with such a raw throat. He slowly sits up, wincing in pain already able to feel the stems taking root inside him. If he wasn't so far gone taking them out wouldn't have even been such a problem.
          
          He stands, wrapping a blanket around his now slim frame, walking the the bathroom using the wall as support. Clutching his sided whenever a stem would rub inside him. It was painful. Lovino gets in the kitchen only to rush to the sink and throw up yet again. This time with more blood and nearly full flowers.

to all sandersides fans
          
          any good remus x deciet stories?
          
          
          

owo #killme
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owo, #killme
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