A Shot in the Dark [ XReader Inserts ]

The Last Call [Romano x M!Reader]

WARNING : Strong language!!! [It's romano! What were you expecting?] Also, A bit of Yaoi... Yes
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You are stupid.

You are impeccably stupid.

Why in the world would you just get up from your warm, comfortable, pleasant home and think about life by going outside in the middle of the night to take a walk in the memory lane in the bad part of town where bad things happen? I don't know. Even I, the writer, do not know. You've always lived in this part of town, not that you are bad but because it had a nice deal with a cheap price apartment and you stuck to it for 4 years. You were okay.

You've been going through a lot lately with you just graduating college 2 years ago. Your parents separated when you were young and you have a little sister who just started college. You got a decent job at a decent company and you're basically the one keeping your family together since your mother is getting quite old and your sister has barely anything pay for her college. It was tough. But you were okay. Were okay.

Now you laid there. In the alleyway. Bleeding.

You got mugged then stabbed on side. And you know what is the biggest most stupidest thing you could've done in the whole entirety of you insignificant existence?...

You called for your best friend whom you secretly love...

You could've called the police or maybe an ambulance for that matter, but you decided to call your best friend, Lovino fucking Vargas....

That's right... Now I remember why you decided to do all this. Because you were gay for Vargas. ((Goddammit Reader)). You both met in high school and went to the same college together but you've only found out that you're in love with him by the time you were graduating high school. You never did came out of the closet. Not to your parents, sister, friends nor your best friend. You hid this with everyone from the day you graduated till present. You considered him as your best friend since you were always seen with him, even more so than Antonio and the fact that he was okay with you accompanying him was a big surprise to a lot of people since it's quite hard to get along with the hot-headed Italian. He would always yell at you though, but you were okay with that because you knew he cared, just not in a gentle way.

You waited there with anticipation if he would pick up.

Beep.

Beep.

Click.

You heard some grumbling. 'I guess he just woke up' you thought to yourself. You chuckled a bit just imagining him with bed hair and a tired look. With his green eyes opening in the moonlight making his olive skin seeming to glow in the dark night. His dark brown hair messy but otherwise soft and silk smooth to touch and that never dying curl of his that always popped out on the right, tempting to be pulled just to see why it was there. You remembered your first night sleeping over at his house, you didn't know about your love back then but it just brought you to a whole new side of him. He was naggy, rude and just overall a pain to deal with but he was also caring, cautious and has a bad time showing his true emotions. He told you this. You slept over because his brother, Feliciano, got food poisoning and their parents were out to a business trip and since he didn't really know what to do, he just let everything out to you. He showed you, some quiet guy in class, the side of him that he never showed to anyone other than his family with complete trust.

God, you were just head over heels in love with him.

"[name]? Why the fuck are you calling me in this ungodly hour? It's like, what? 1:30 in the fucking morning?"

"Uh.. Hi Lovino. Sorry. I just couldn't sleep, that's all, I guess...... We haven't really seen each other for a while now, what's up?" Hoarse. Would he notice?

"Don't you fucking 'what's up' me when you fucking know that I'm taking a rest from all the preparations for the restaurant. Anyway, yeah, we haven't seen each other­ - blah, blah, blah. Why the fuck can't you sleep? You know you can just call me when you need something, [name]" His voice softened at the last part. This was one of the moments that I told you about. Usually he would just yell at others and hang up but he was always different with you.

You were still holding in the pain and with the blood you're loosing right now, things are not looking good. "I don't know. I've just... been thinking about some things. How's it going with the restaurant?" You tried your best to keep up the conversation but you then went to a coughing fit. You heard some rustling on the other side of the phone.

"uhm... yeah, everything is going fine. Are you sure you're alright? Your voice sounds a bit hoarse... Wait" You then heard padded footsteps. "You know what? I'm gonna fucking come over there"

You chuckled... you know it'll probably be too late and you'd probably be unconscious or more so, dead by the time he gets here. You knew it would happen and you did the thing you never had the courage to do.

Either way it's all or nothing right?

Now... Let's go to Lovino. Lovino was bothered. He had this upset feeling in the pit of his stomach and he knew something was up. And it was bad. You never called at this time cause everyone knows you just love to sleep. In class, lunch time, park or under a tree as long as you're comfortable. He never would admit that he did find your face adorable when sleeping because he was sure he wasn't that type of guy... was he?

And second of all, your voice was hoarse as if you haven't drank water for a whole day in summer and you just went into a coughing fit and that was enough for him to get up and go out to go to you. He didn't know why. He never did know why he was okay with having you around. He never did know why he showed a side of him that others didn't know (not even Antonio). Why? Why the fuck was he so happy and contented when he was with you?

His thoughts were broken when you chuckled hoarsely. "Hey, Lovino? Could you come and get me?"

"What the fuck do you mean 'come and get me'? Where the fuck are you? Are you fucking drunk?" He was already out the door wearing only his pajamas, a coat and some boots. The dread that he felt became worse and he was already hurrying to his car and starting the engine up.

"uhm... I'm near my house... oh; you know that antique shop with the nice old lady? I think I see it here"

'You were near your house? Then why-you know what... I won't ask' Lovino thought to himself.

To him, your voice seemed... off. It wasn't the usual quiet and happy tone that he would usually hear, it was dull and a bit sad but right now Lovino was okay with that because it just goes to show that you were still there awake and still alive. He didn't know what was happening to you but the anxiety he was feeling as he drove closer to where he thinks you are made him feel like it was an emergency.

"Hey Lovino... I have to tell you something" You breathed in, your vision getting blurry, your head getting dizzy and you started seeing dark spots.

Your voice was pine. It was longing. Lovino could tell, it was normal now because of how much you've spent time with each other. And that made him just go faster in the dark quiet streets.

"Yeah? What is it?" Lovino's voice softened more. It was caring.

He was there, at your street. He parked and just started running, looking.

He found you, finally, just as you said those last words. You collapsed in the alleyway in a pool of blood. The scent was metallic and eerie. He felt a cold chill run down his spine, going through his skin making him have goose bumps.

He cried out to you.

"You stupido! Why [name]? Why the fuck are you so stupid? Goddammit! Goddammit! God fucking dammit [name]!" He cried. He brought out his phone again and called for help, anyone would do. 'please help him' his heart was banging through his chest, his thoughts were jumbled and his emotions were all mixed-up.

Then those last three words you said rang out to him.

"... I love you"

Tears were streaming down his face as he looked down at your pale face... " I love you, too"