ReaderXSweden: Undo You gazed at yourself in the mirror. Your long, curly, (h/c) locks, falling down around your shoulders, your plump, lightly-glossed lips, Your (e/c) eyes had a certain glimmer in them today, and your soft (s/t) skin practically glowed. It was your 1 Year anniversary with your boyfriend, Mathias.ReaderXSweden: Undo by TheGirlOfManyFandoms
You had been introduced to Mathias by his cousin, Berwald. Berwald has been your best friend since Preschool, when he saved your beloved stuffed rabbit, Lollie, from being thrown in the lake by Gilbert Belschmidt and his little cronies, Francis and Antonio. The two of you had done almost everything together. Gone trick-or-treating together, been in the school choir, studied together before big tests, you went to his hockey games, and he went to your (extra curricular activity you do) (games/ performances) and many other things. You began to gather feelings for him in the eighth grade. You still had those feelings, but you knew there was no way on Earth he'd like you
Live Long and Prosper (AmericaxReader)It had come to that scene in The Wrath of Khan.Live Long and Prosper (AmericaxReader) by DragonDescendant
The scene where he dies.
I sat on the living room couch, my eyes glued to the screen. I watched, silent, as he put his hand on the glass, his middle and ring fingers separate. And he spoke the now famous words in a raspy, dying croak that was choked by radiation:
"Live long and prosper."
A sudden warm drop landed on the back of my hand. Startled, my eyes detached from the television and slowly moved, looking for the source of the drop.
My boyfriend Alfred was crying.
Thick, sparkling tears were cascading down his face, silent as a butterfly's wingbeat. Not even a sob was uttered from him as he watched him die, slumping against the thick glass wall. But the look in his glazed eyes said that on the inside, he was screaming.
Such a sight made my heart crack. I gently whispered, "Alfie? Babe?"