Who can you trust?Lovino sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he leaned into the backseat of the car. Today had been-to put it lightly-shitty. Bad deals gone wrong, one of his men dead, and a bullet had nearly ended up between his eyes. Though, if anything, that had been a normal day for the life of the New York crime boss.Who can you trust?4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"You okay back there?" Opening one chocolate brown eye, the mafia boss looked to the driver in the front seat who glanced at him every so often from the rear view mirror.
"I'm just tired of all this shit I go through," He paused then added on as if a second thought. "I'm starving."
Antonio laughed lightly, shaking his head head. Near death experiences through out the day and all Lovino could think about was food-as per usual. "Let's go see Feliciano, I'm pretty sure he has a batch of that spaghetti already made." He suggested, glancing to his boss who held just the hint of a smile on his lips at the mention of his brother's food.
"Go. I want to get there before he turns the lights off
PrisonerLife was cruel to the poor individual's thrown into the concentration camps during war. Those poor unlucky individual's. All to be tortured and endure harsh unfair live's. All hoping to be free of the hell they were enduring.Prisoner6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
However, there was one bit of sunlight where that dreadfully darkened evil place was for one individual. A teenaged boy, of the age fourteen. Black messy hair, crimson red eye's. Pale chalk white skin, wearing tattered and blood stained clothes. His appearanced just screamed tortured.
Beyond Birthday was his name, and it was one day that this boy had turned to look over to the barbed wire fences and catch sight of an individual outside....That was the day his life seemed to brighten.
Walking over to the barbed wire he looked at the person. A boy in blue, wore a blue and white hat on his head. Like a sun-hat. His outfit was very lovely and clean. Sky blue eye's wide and appeared happy and black messy hair almost matching B's but cleaner looking. He wore goggle's ar
Laughter in the RainIt was autumn once again at the Holy Roman Empire's mansion. There was this feeling in the aira familiar coziness and tranquility that only the transitioning season of fall could bring. The leaves on the trees were fading from green to the earthy auburn colors that the young empire loved so much. Holy Rome sighed dreamily as he looked out the window. Just like her hair, he thought, his eyes once again drifting to the familiar figure in the garden. The cracks of sunshine in the cloudy sky were highlighting her just so, making his beautiful Italy appear more like an angel than she already did.Laughter in the Rain4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
From his safe distance, Holy Rome risked a delicate smile. His hand hesitantly touched the cold, rigid glass that stood between him and the outside. He closed his eyes slowly, imagining for a moment that he was holding her hand. Her warm, fragile hand
The country sighed again, more dejected than before. After the previous day's 'incident' involving a mouse and accidentally lookin
The Problem with ItalyHetaliaThe Problem with Italy5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They had no hope of winning. A sacrifice was demanded to ensure no further bloodshed, save but his own, and, with the stroke of a pen, the Holy Roman Empire ceased to exist.
With a gasp, and a cold sickening feeling in his stomach, Germany woke up shivering in the dark of the night. That dream, those visions: Were they really the memories of Holy Roman Empire? Of himself? He groaned at the overwhelming information that pounded at his brain. Why now? Why did he remember this all of a sudden?
Wait. Today at Austrias house, France started picking on Austria, and, had not Hungary intervened, Austria would have lost. Was that trigger? A half done recreation of the past? Ridiculous. Besides France and Austria fought before. Although, this shuffle left a huge mess at Austrias house, and he and Italy offered to help clean. He should had never volunteered. He had to admit, Italy did look cute in that apron. Not as cute as when they were
look don't seeI just I just don't think people get it.look don't see4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They take a look at Gokudera and the automatically think 'rebel' or 'gang'. They see the way he talks to other students with his foul language, the way he chooses his words, his actions. They see how disrespectful he is to his elders, they see how much of an asshole he really can be, and they see how much he just doesn't give a shit of what you say about him. (unless you're Tsuna, then that's a different story)
Don't 'see', look.
Figure it out.
Put all the puzzle pieces together.
Gokudera was once a rich boy, who knew how to play the piano, and grew up with anything and everything he asked for. He had a mother who loved him, a father who didn't keep secrets from him, and a sister he could with stand being in the same room with.
Now, it's all gone.
His mother died, his father lied. All of this happened to such a young boy at once. There was nothing he could do but run.
Gokudera grew up on the streets by himself. He learned how t
It All Feels The SameI can't understandIt All Feels The Same7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why the tears won't stop falling
I've cried so many times that I don't know who I'm crying for
There are no words for this depression
I no longer wish to live
I don't want to breathe anymore
I hate this state of being
Time is a punishment
As it cannot be stopped
And all it seems to bring is pain
I don't want to break another heart
And I'm sick of mine being broken
I've cried for one girl 1000 times
But for another I've only cried once
1000 and 1
They both feel the same
They both feel like knives being driven into my chest
After a certain amount of pain
It all feels the same
LoveLoveLove7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My love is meant for her
But her love is not for me
What shall I do
To make her love me too
I wish I could make her mine
To love till the end of time
So I happy I would be
Just to make her happy
Ive been there for three years
Shes been there for more
because she visited me
Without opening the door
She came inside my head
And filled me with joy
Some call it a dream
But I think it was more
All I do is think of her
And about what to do
Theres nothing I wont do
To make her love me to
My love is meant for her
But her love is not for me
She still visits me at night
In my never ending plight
I want her to love me
Because I love her true
Oh what can I do
To make her love me too
Paper PlaneIn the dreadful aweful world human's lived in during this dark time. At some place, a boy threw a paper plane into the air...Paper Plane6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Life was quite, the unfortunate one for many individual's. More so then others. Which was sad but true. There was one individual in particular. One that seemed to appear to have a good home, clean clothes, taken very good care of and yet....This person never truly felt happiness.
Alexander After, was his name, better referred to as A. A thirteen year old boy, with bright blue eye's, pale skin, and messy black hair.
Life could be called 'dull' for the most part for A. He was, unwell and was kept in the hospital. His family of course tried their hardest to make sure he was alright and he was fine.
After all, A was not living to well. He could not hear too well at the time. But then it was on that one day, he had gotten bored and wanted out of the dull cold hospital he resided in.
The boy got up out of his bed and snuck off into another room. Slipping out of his ho
My Path of Self DestructionEvery path that I chooseMy Path of Self Destruction7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Leads me to a dark place
Where the ghosts in my past
Constantly whisper, disgrace.
Theres a path that I follow
I know this path by heart.
Its the path of Self Destruction
This path tears me a part.
Self Destruction takes over
As I try to break away.
Im screaming and Im crying,
Although from this path I do not stray.
Im being trapped in the vines
As they slash my dreams and soul.
I fall down to the ground now
As I quickly lose control.
I watch my blood run freely
Some how Im feeling rather calm
Even though I sadly know
This composure wont last long.
Self Destruction lures me closer
Soon Im caught in its core of pain.
I try to flee towards the light
Caught in these branches I remain.
With every emotion that takes over
The wounds become more deep.
From the marks of my aggressions
My spirit slowly seeps.
I struggle to find the clearance
I need to escape the darkness Im in.
I leave the path of Self De
NormalNormalNormal7 years ago in Other More Like This
What is normal?
Normal is when you act like most people think you should
Normal is when you are quiet while other people talk
Normal is when you say sorry when you accidently walk into people
Normal is when you get a boyfriend when you are around the age of 15
Normal is when you do not stand out of the group
Normal is when you do not have any disabilities
Normal is when you do not make munching noise while eating
Normal is when you use cutlery while eating
Normal is when you have the same ideas as every other person
If that is normal
I rather want to be odd
I have my own ideas
I have my things
Normal is a word invented by the main stream
Normal is something that actually doesnt even exist
Normal is nonsense
Because no-one is normal
Thats why I say
I am normal in my own way
I never...I never told you I loved you,I never...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
kept hidden the things we shared
I never told you I loved you,
pretended that I never cared
I made believe you were my chaplain
even though nothing ever happened
I never told you I loved you
when I used to hide
you helped me perceive,
made me believe,
opened up deep down inside
I never told you I loved you
never before have I tried,
but Ive taken too long
and now youre gone
never to see the tears that I cried
Three, Two, One -- GerItaThree days.Three, Two, One -- GerIta4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was the amount of time that it took Italy to realize what had been bothering his friend.
Three days. Three days after that Buon San Valentino.
The first day had been spent in panic, of course. Germany being nice was okay and alland he was being really nice! Playing soccer with him, bringing him flowers, giving him hugs, inviting him out to dinner and everything it was really nice, and Italy was happy to be spending time with him!
but it wasn't like Germany at all!
At first Italy thought that maybe Germany had just eaten something funny but as the days went on and the behavior continued, he couldn't help but become wary. There must have been something wrong with Germany for him to act like this, right? A cold the flu? It wasn't like him at all!
Wariness only turned to distress when the German arrived at the restaurant they had arranged to meet.
It didn't start out well. Even when the German walked into the restaurant, he had already start
ProphetessChapter OneProphetess6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sibyl Tracy grinned as her best friend Dylan Adamson sauntered up to her, sun glinting gold off his blond hair. "You ready for this?"
Ready for her last year of high school? Ready for the mix of fear and relief of finally graduating and being on her own? "Psh, no. You?"
"Hell no," he laughed, sky-blue eyes twinkling. Dylan set down his backpack and stretched, yawning. His blue Aeropostale shirt stretched taut across his lean chest and Sibyl caught a glimpse of gray boxers with red hearts above his khaki-colored cargo shorts. "I should still be in bed right now!" he grumbled and then smiled at her. Sibyl didnt notice his appreciative appraisal of her own form clad in a snug V-necked, cap-sleeved gray and green-striped T-shirt, slightly low-riding black cargo pants, and green flip-flops, with her red hair throwing off sparks of fire under the morning sun.
Sibyl laughed. "How late did you stay up last night, Dylan?" she teased.
Scoffing, he replied, "Not as l
Painful Love -MelloMatt- Ch.1Beep. Beep. Beep. Boop. Beep. Click! Clack! Beep, beep, beep, boop! Click, click, click, click, CLACK.Painful Love -MelloMatt- Ch.17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sounds echoed through the decomposing apartment; the source being a Gameboy, played by a stripe-clad, goggles-wearing boy the one and only Matt.
He watched the tiny, pixel-formed cars race around the miniature race track. Pressing absently at the buttons, he attempted to lead his own car to victory. Usually he was completely absorbed in such mindless games like this but there was something else that kept coming up in the boys mind something covered in tight leather and addicted to chocolate.
Matt admitted to himself that he had developed a crush on said chocolate addict when he first saw him at Wammys house though hed never say that aloud.
The door flew open, hitting the wall and bouncing back; almost hitting the person who strode into the room. There was the clicking of boots on the floor and the swish of a jacket being thrown down.
Chocolate -MattxMello-It had been a rather boring day at school, and Matt hadn't been paying attention. He was more interested in playing his video game. He didn't even notice that class had ended until Mello tapped him on the shoulder and said "Matt, I have to talk to you later. Meet me at the playground of the school when everyone has left!" before trotting off to grab his backpack. Matt suddenly snapped to attention and got up quickly to grab his backpack.Chocolate -MattxMello-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
'I wonder what Mello wants to tell me. He's been acting kind of weird all day and as soon as I walk by him if he's talking to someone they'll both get really quiet. Hmm...' Matt thought of all the possibilities in his head. 'Maybe he wants to tell me a big secret...maybe hes gay maybe he rapes small children** maybe he's gonna kill himself...oh please, don't be that!'
Matt slowly put his stuff in his backpack in order to waste as much time as possible. He knew that if he tried to do it quickly he would seem a little
ReunionShit! Matt kicked the door in frustration as his key failed to go into the keyhole for the third time. He was already shaking with the effort of supporting Mellos weight, and on top of that his keys had somehow ended up in his left hand.Reunion6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
On the fourth try, he finally managed to get his door open. He dragged Mellos dead weight through it with him and awkwardly kicked it shut again.
The stairs were the next challenge. Matt groaned. He doubted that he outweighed Mello by more than a few pounds these days. He slipped Mellos body behind him and hauled both of his arms over his shoulders. Then he leaned forward and hoisted Mellos bulk off the ground. Pick me up, Matty, he said in shrill imitation of Mellos voice as he mounted the stairs. I blew myself up! Youve got nothing better to do than clean up my mess
Origins: Wammy's House. Ch.4It was six weeks after Mellos arrival that he snuck into Matts bedroom at night for the first time. Matt struggled up from the depths of sleep, fighting confusion and disorientation as he tried to understand why the whole world was shaking. He blinked groggily and found himself staring up at Mellos face. The blonde was shaking him.Origins: Wammy's House. Ch.46 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Nngh, he mumbled, fighting the clinging strands of sleep. What?
Finally! exclaimed Mello in a hushed voice. Ive been shaking you forever!
Matt rubbed his eyes blearily. m a heavy sleeper, he mumbled. Whaddya want?
Come on, get up! Mellos voice was commanding, even though he was barely speaking above a whisper. I want to get some new clothes, and some chocolate.
Matt would have groaned if he werent so tired. This ha
Hellfire Chapter 2 holywows D:Chapter TwoHellfire Chapter 2 holywows D:7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My eyes popped open as nausea flashed through me, making my knees buckle. I fell to the ground, stomach heaving.
It was the first time I'd ever thrown up.
For a moment I couldn't remember what had just happened, oblivious to everything but the discomfort of puking my guts out.
"Happens to everyone their first time," a deep voice said with a hint of a sneer. My head jerked up to look at the tall, dark, red-eyed man. Then it all came back to me, making me feel sicker.
Then I gasped, images flashing in my mind, the reality of him standing above me here and now mixing and blending with a vision of him infront of a dark, blood-hued sky filled with ash and fire, covered in wounds, blood, and soot.
I fell back, fear gripping me with icy fingers. I had no doubt in my mind that he would bring about death and destruction to innocent people. "Mon Dieu!"
"He is not your god, vampire," a husky, feminine voice purred. A tall, voluptuous woman slunk around the even talle
Halloween+L's Birthday. 1?I bounced around a hall in Wammy's house. Looking at all the Halloween decorations that were everywhere you looked. I twirled to get a better view at all the decorations, taking in the fake spider webs, decorated pumpkins, and hanging spiders.Halloween+L's Birthday. 1?5 years ago in Teen More Like This
My brain clicked and I remembered I was late. I started to run down the hall towards Mello's room, reaching the door I tumbled in with a ninja roll and ended up flat on the floor. Mello, Near, Linda, and Karol were all staring down at me. Linda and Karol started to giggle at me as I stood up and laughed at myself.
"Matt, your late." Mello stared at me, a secret smile tugged at his lips. I knew he was laughing with me on the inside. He was also looking forward to later when we were alone, as was I.
"Nice entrance Matt." Linda and Karol both said between giggles.
Near sat down on the floor carefully, one of his legs turned to the side like it was broken and twisted wrong. I always wondered how he could sit like that comfortably. "Shall we finish? I
Origins: Wammy's House. Ch13Jury glanced up from the book he was skimming as motion caught his eye. It was Matt, walking calmly across the damp grass field.Origins: Wammy's House. Ch135 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He did a double take, then watched the redheads progress furtively with his head lowered. This meant that Mello was alone in the secluded spot by the stream where those two liked to study. He almost couldnt believe it. Hed been waiting for this to happen for so longno teachers were out patrolling the grounds, he had more than an hour before his next class, Mello had his rosary with him, and he was finally alone. It was the perfect set of circumstances.
Hey, Kentin! he hissed. His friend glanced up at him with raised eyebrows. He jerked his head towards Matts departing form, and Kentins eyes widened immediately in understanding. They both scrambled to their feet, and Linda followed suit immediately.
SebastianxCiel - Dreams Pt2SebastianxCiel - Dreams Pt26 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ciel stepped a foot out and onto the cold hard floor, it landed heavily. Following; his right foot. His body weighed down with water, Ciel allowed the cold air to punch him. He walked slow to the bathroom sink and splashed his face. He looked up into the mirror and met his own eyes. Slowly he began to shake from the freeze of his wet skin and the atmosphere. His wet hair lay in thick strands over his eyes. He pushed them out of his face, so his ocean eyes were visible. Slowly he leaned closer to the mirror's reflection, leered towards himself.
The dreams had been becoming more frequent. Once a week, every other day, every night, twice a night. His sleep interrupted by flashes of Sebastian's twisted smile, Sebastian's lips, hot bodies, whirring emotions, gasps for breath. He cursed at his reflection. He cursed his thoughts that caused the dreams. Slight fear of embarrassment, growing slowly to paranoia. Maylene, one of the Phantomhive household's workers, had asked Ciel why he
BirthdayHetaliaBirthday5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Heehee. Italy giggled while looking down at the bag he carried. Germanys going to love these. He said with a smile on his face, and continued on his way to Germanys house. Sure, he could have driven there, and saved some time, but how could he pass up an opportunity to enjoy such lovely weather? The sun shined gently on the land, a cool breeze blew over the country side, the flowers were in bloom: It was a picture perfect day.
Ah Its so peaceful. He murmured while listening to the twittering of the birds and the cocking of a rifle wait. Rifle? Crap. Ah! He screamed and ran. He thought for sure he was on Austrias side today. Italy didnt stop running till he reached Germanys house. Then Italy wondered why he ran. After all, Switzerland hadnt shot at him for years. Must be old habits. He cheerfully exclaimed, and went to Germanys door.
He didnt even bother kn
things you never hear L say?god, i'm f-ing tired.things you never hear L say?7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
mogi-san, would you mind just rolling me to the other computer? i don't feel like getting up and i'm sick of Light's profile....
if misa sat like this she'd show off her panties better *stares at misa*
i feel like dancing.
i used to be fat, you know.
:: gummy bears...!!
pull my finger.
Takada-saaaannn :: come sit with me and Light-kun!
if i see another fcking strawberry on my plate, i'm gonna bang my head on this tabletop.
can we move the cameras to see under misa's skirt?
$10 Light's not wearing underwear today.
...i hate marshmallows. i saw that scene in sherlock holmes. ::shudders::
has anyone seen my eyebrows? i can't find them...
i think matsuda and light should get it on. that's some real motivation, i tell you.
duuuhh... what was i saying?
You See MeI would write you a million symphoniesYou See Me6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
If my fingers could actually move
Once upon I time I would sing you to sleep
Now my throats filled with venus fly traps in bloom
Lying side by side; just to say I was here
This bed could never recreate those nights
Secret whispers and hushed kisses
Id sleep holding your hand because it felt right
Where memories would hang
Theres just wires and machines
My heart shall break without the morrow of my bones
Today I felt a little less human; a little less me
Id give anything to breath again on my own
And through it all you still see
Ive lost track of the transion of day to night
But the at least at night theres a little less screaming
The only crying is mine; only you shall ever see
Weakness to a point not even you would believe
Theres a draw full of love songs back at home
Thats just catching dust when they could save a life
My heart shall break without the morrow of my bones
Today I felt a little less human;