my sweet tomato. | romanoa/n: usage of an OC, moderate cursing.my sweet tomato. | romano2 months ago in Romance More Like This
"Stupido German Potato Bastardo! Stupido fratello. ACHOO!"
Lovino Romano Vargas, the great Southern Italy was sick. In Bed. With a cold. Grabbing his last tissue from the Kleenex box, he gave a big blow, crumpled up the dirty tissue, and tossed it into the small metal garbage can sitting next his bed. Lovino groaned and lay back in bed, pulling the covers up over his face. More muffled groans and curses were heard as the front door to his home creaked open.
"Lovino?~" A feminine voice sang throughout the dark house.
"F*cking stupido cold-- ACHOO! Ugghh!!"
The young woman smiled and made her way to the master bedroom, light footsteps drawing closer and closer to the muffled yells. "Lovino? It's me, Elena... I'm coming in."
"No, Elena! Don't come in here, or else you'll get sick too!" Lovino protested as the door opened. The Italian ducked under the covers, believing that if he hid underneath his blank
Live Long and Prosper (AmericaxReader)It had come to that scene in The Wrath of Khan.Live Long and Prosper (AmericaxReader)2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
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?"
Good Morning SweetheartGood Morning Sweetheart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Good morning sweetheart
Wake up and smell the trees
the wind through the window
Its another lovely day
I can make you happy for awhile
Let me see your eyes
They glisten like a galaxy
A thousand tiny stars
In a yawning blue sea
Let me kiss your lips
as soft as a gentle wave
and as sweet as ice cream cake
Don't let go of my hand
I need to feel yours here
Its my only summer home
And remember always to smile
Yours shines brighter than the sun
And brings my eyes a tear
And in that tear is all
my life, my happiness, my love
my gifts I have from you
I'll never let you go
I'll hold you here forever
And dream with you forever
Is the sunshine in your eyes?
Did I hold your hand too tight?
I'm sorry if I woke you
I only wanted to say
Good morning sweetheart.
Asperger'slike my own universeAsperger's5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
jokes only I understand
handwriting that's illegible
to everyone but me
I want to approach you
but I can't figure out
I'm also as mature
as the rest of you
I just don't want
to be alone
you all think I'm stupid
but I'm a genius
I just can't prove it
Guns N' Roses vs. High SchoolAlarm clock goes off)Guns N' Roses vs. High School7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Axl: Ugh! (throws alarm clock on floor breaking it)
Guns N' Roses vs. High School
Steven: I can't believe it freshman year in High School.
Slash: This is gonna suck.
Izzy: I have Math first what classes do you guys have first?
Slash: Me too.
Slash: You took cooking?
Steven: What I'm not aloud to cook?
Slash: No I'm just afraid for you to be near anything that involves flames or knives.
Steven: Okay you may have a point there.
In Science class
Teacher: Now will all know that Boron is stupidest of all elements. Hey Axl are you falling asleep back there?
Axl: That depends are you teaching?
Axl: Then hell yes I am.
Teacher: Hey watch your mouth! Now get a partner and we get the experiment started.
Slash: (with Axl goes by the chemicals) Axl what are we suppose to do?
Axl: I don't know.
Slash: This green one looks cool.
Axl: Let's see what it does with this blue acid!
The beaker that they put it in starts t
Ouran Host Club OC TemplateOuran High School Host Club OC ProfileOuran Host Club OC Template6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Middle Name: (if their not Japanese, cause the Japanese dont use middle names)
Talents & Goals
Family, Friends, & Acquaintances
Do You Go To Ouran High School?:
If Not, Which School Do You Go To?:
Are You Part Of A Club?:
If So, What Club?
Have You Heard Of The Host Club?:
If So, What Is Your View About It?:
Are You In The Host Club?
Camping"Stan! Get your ass out here, we're going to be late!"Camping5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kyle waited impatiently in Stan's doorway as his best friend got himself ready. Said Jewish boy heard his mom honking outside, which only made him even more eager to get going. His mom could be so god-damned annoying sometimes.
"Just my ass?" Stan smirked back, appearing at the bottom of the staircase. The raven was carrying a suitcase in one hand, a backpack slung over his shoulder, and a pair of black and white converse.
"Shut up smart ass." Kyle joked back, rolling his eyes and holding out a hand to help with his friends bags. "I'll take these to mom's car, get your shoes on already. I cant believe you just woke up!"
"Yeah, yeah." Stan waved, as if he was shoeing Kyle away. He handed his bags over to his friend, knowing that insisting he do it would only result in Kyle insisting right back that he do it. "Thanks dude."
Kyle always won their arguments, so Stan just figured he would give up before they even started.
Worshiping the Religion I was Burnt ForOver a hundred years agoWorshiping the Religion I was Burnt For3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I knelt and bent my head
I prayed to a God to
Pardon me of sin
I went to mass every Sunday on the dot
Every gloomy week
I was fifteen
I was special
With promises to keep
I had some friends I cared for
I loved them very much
But they knew I was in danger
I couldn't stay much longer
For my parents were skeptical
Of just what I am
The boy I loved
Took me by the hand
He said we'd run away
Then soon after
We'd be wed
But someone was a sinner
More dealier than I
Who turned and quickly told them
Not exactly a lie
They shoved me to my knees
Made me plead
For sins I did not commit
For the hardships they endured
Were not caused by a witch
My hands were bound
Tears began to flow
To a plank of wood
I am tied
Put up for show
My family and friends
Gather to see me
For my sins
To search the crowd
For his face
As they light the flames
Fire licks my toes,
Burns off the clothes
Then moves to the skin
I cough and scream
They cry, they l
Love Scars - Creek Part 9The walk home was shorter than it usually was, or at least it seemed that way to me. My thoughts were going rapid in my head and I was sure if I didn't stop thinking soon my brain would explode. Oh Jesus! If my brain exploded then I would DIE. I don't want to die yet! If I died, then I wouldn't be able to go to Craig's later! Then HE would kill me for making him wait all night! My body would be ripped to pieces all over the street and no one would care enough to clean it up because no one likes me!Love Scars - Creek Part 95 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sweet Jesus!" I shrieked, speeding up my pace enough to reach my door before someone had the chance to try out my overactive imagination.
"Hello Sweetie." My mom greeted as I slammed the door shut. I peered up at her overly happy and serene face and nodded, mumbling something to myself about how they were out to get me. I wasn't even sure who 'they' were. "How was school Hun?"
I mumbled something and scooted past her and up the stairs, heading to my room. "That's good honey." She smiled bef
Kyle's CrushI have these feelingsKyle's Crush5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I keep deep inside
These feelings I cant show
I must save and hide
I don't think he feels
The same way that I do
When i was confused
I usually came to you.
When we are together
I gather my might
When he is around
It just feels oh so right
I dream about what
I could possibly do
Oh, the scenarios
My mind can pursue.
I yearn just to feel
His kind gentle touch
And when he must leave,
I miss it so much
I want to feel his
Soft lips on top mine
And feeling our bodies
For now I'll just love him
From here, From afar
And one day I'll express this
How special you are
Until then, that day
I'll contain this strong rush
When I'm around you
That thing called a Crush.
Love Scars Chapter 12"Well?"Love Scars Chapter 124 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tweek jumped, eyes wide as they stared at the crystal-eyed beauty. He couldn't even remember why he was here, let alone what Craig had just asked him. Oh God- Craig would be so MAD if he knew Tweek had been so preoccupied with staring at him that he had totally forgotten to listen- "Nnngh..." Tweek whined pathetically. "I-I don't- I-don't remember" He murmured shyly down at his feet. "...what you asked, I-I mean..."
Craig rose an eyebrow, resisting a glare in the boy's direction and simply taking another step closer to the boy. Bending down only the slightest, Craig brought himself head-head with the boy leaning in on himself so...self-consciously.
"I told you I wanted to hang out, yeah?" He murmured into Tweek's ear, a bit of a falter to his usual confidence but still a hell-of-a-lot stronger than Tweeks. "I told you, you didn't have to come."
Oh God. Craig was RIGHT next to him. He was so close that Tweek could smell him. He smelled like...like a mix of vanilla and...and bamb
GerIta Mpreg part 3Italy walked into the house and spotted Prussia in the living room, playing with Herbert the couch. Prussia heard the Italian and looked up. "Hey, where's mein not awesome bruder at?" Prussia asked when he noticed Italy was alone. Herbert grabbed Prussia's nose with his tiny hand. Italy giggled at the sight. He regained his composure.GerIta Mpreg part 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"~Ve. Doitsu's getting my prescriptions filled. The doctor said as long as I took them, it should help with the puking." Italy said, walking into the living room.
"So, what was wrong with you, Italia?" Prussia asked as the Italian sat down next to him. He pulled Herbert's hand off his nose.
"~Ve! You were around England when he was pregnant, weren't you? I was thinking that maybe you knew I was pregnant from the symptoms, but since you didn't mention anything I guess you didn't know..." Italy said excitedly and hard to understand. Prussia looked at Italy and held up a hand.
"Wait, run that by me again?" Prussia asked.
Italy giggled. "~Ve! I'm p
DJames - MATH PROBLEMSDJ and James were both sleep deprived, hungry, and late for class. The blond arrived just a few seconds before the dark haired boy, both quickly taking their seats and sighing tiredly. The teacher looked over the class, before giving each one a sheet of paper, full of numbers.DJames - MATH PROBLEMS4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You all have these twenty questions to answer. Since most of you are tired, and I have important issues to see for, you may solve those in group and leave as soon as the whole sheet is finished." With that, she gathered her things and left the room, leaving all eight students to discuss the endless numbers squished into complex questions onto a single piece of paper. In the middle of class, DJ stood and left, leaving all others confused.
James was the one who least understood, or the one who cared the most. The other six went back to discussing the math, while he just stared at the door, trying to find some reasonable explanation for DJ having left that way. A few minutes later, he was brought back from his thou
Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 2Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The big day is just around the corner.
Your parents must be so proud, Rose.
Arent you excited?
No. Rose was decidedly not excited. The giddy anticipation she had once experienced had recently been invaded by an intermingling of doubts and insomnia, making excitement a far distant feeling. Every time she had slowed her thoughts enough to perhaps sleep, another worry would arrive to distract her. This was the day she should be looking forward to more than any other, but all she could feel was uncertainty. Her family, excluding Al, all seemed beyond jubilant about it. As each day passed, one more enthusiastic thought would somehow be turned into a panic inducing horror. The night before was the very worst she had experienced.
Around midnight Rose had fussed over whether she should wear her robes or not. She got out of bed to look them over, and decided that shed not be out of place wearing them once on the train. At two thirty-five she decid
Thoughts of a WitchI lie huddled in the corner of my dungeon cell. It is dark, it is cold; the air is moist and stinks. Pale light pours though a small barred window. I am alone. The straw on the floor stabs into my naked feet. The dirty sackcloth robe scratches at my bloody, abused and bruised skin. Everything hurts and throbs with numb pain. I know I will die soon.Thoughts of a Witch4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have confessed under the torture. I knew that it would seal my fate, but I could not stand the pain any more. I shiver and tremble as the memories of the unspeakable things they had done to me come back: Their cold hands and fingers touching my body everywhere in search for the mark. As they did not find anything to prove my guilt, they had started to hurt me for a confession. They stab needles in my birthmarks, beat me with sticks and the whip. What followed was the torment on the rack, tearing and stretching my fragile body until I passed out from the pain. The chair with its sharp metal spikes, the screws that crushed my fingers and toe
This WayI'm smiling all the timeThis Way4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It proves that I'm okay
That's what people think
But It's not always that way
I'll smile when I'm sad
I'll smile instead of crying
I'll smile so you think I'm fine
Even when I think of dying
I had to pretend for you
It had really become a routine
It just had to be that way
How would you have felt
If I had dropped that fake smile?
And told you that I haven't
Really felt right in awhile
How would you have felt
If you saw all my invisible cuts?
I know if I tore them all open
You'd look at me like I was nuts
Before I come to this decision
Of parting ways and pretends,
This is how I would have felt
And left this poems unrightful end:
"So I'll smile for you
And act like I'm okay
It's become a daily thing
And it'll always be this way"
But no, I'm done
I cant hurt anymore
I'm hurting you now
And forever more-
I'll stop pretending smiles for you
I'll stop acting like I'm okay
Although it's become a daily routine
I'm ending it now, It has to be this way.
My Mommy's name is KyleMy name is Paul Brovlofski. Im six years old and I go to South Park Elementary. My foster parents told me that its the school my real parents went to when they were little. I was given up when I was a baby so I dont actually know a whole lot about them. But I know my mommys name is Kyle.My Mommy's name is Kyle6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I think thats weird. Kyle is a boys name. The only Kyle in South Park that Ive heard of moved away a long time ago and he was a dude. He went to California with his boyfriend Stan. That Kyle had red hair and green eyes. Sharon, my foster mom when Ive lived with for a couple months now told me that my mom had red hair and green eyes. People at school call me Harry Potter because I have black hair and green eyes/
But whatever, a guy cant be my mom.
Wake up Kyle
I hear someone calling me and I open my eyes.
Were landing in five minutes, babe
SP Dip Bees and Wasps"D-Damien! Stop!" Pip exclaimed as the raven black haired boy slowly nibbled on his boyfriend's neck.SP Dip Bees and Wasps6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"All right, all right. You're no fun." Damien said let going off the brit's neck and placing his arms around his waist. He pulled Pip closer, so their bodies were physically touching. Pip could feel the Devil's son heated breath brush his cheek. It was an intense second, a short, intense second until their lips were connected, smashing into each other. Not even another second passed until tongues were battling each other, fighting for domince. The coldness of the small, redneck, mountain town wasn't affecting either of the boys in the heat of their love.
"Damien! Is that you?" Damien's father, Satan, called from inside the house, hearing strange noises from the porch.
"S-Shit..." He said wiping his mouth and pulling away from Pip. The Devil opened the front door, wearing a pink apron that said, "Kiss the Cook"
SleepoverIt's just a sleepover.Sleepover5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know this.
Kyle knows this.
So...what the hell?
Stan Marsh couldn't fall asleep...his mind was focused on the mane of red hair before him, fast asleep.
Staring at the boy's unconscious face, Stan decided there was no point in looking away again. He had been staring at his best friend for, easily, an hour or so now. They had had sleepovers in the past -hell-they were super best friends after all, but now was different...
Stan had no idea.
He just knew it was, and for some reason, he couldnt look away. Bringing his hand to the Jewish boy's head, Stan brushed his fingers slowly through his curly hair. Why was he doing this?
He still had no idea.
It was just sort of an urge, an urge he had succumb to about an hour ago and since then couldnt stop doing...it just felt good.
Repeating the motion, Stan allowed his mind to wander. He needed to know why he kept feeling this way around Kyle. Why everytime Kyle came over, all he w
Every TimeEvery new beginning set,Every Time5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Comes from old beginnings end.
Every time your killing me,
I am always born again.
Every time you close this door,
Another door is pushed wide open.
Every time I say goodbye,
A different word is simply spoken.
Every time you look at me
My back is facing far away,
Every time you ask for me
I'll have a reason not to stay.
Every time I tried to see,
My gaze was torn, a short sharp tear.
And every time I ever loved you,
I'd pretend I didn't care.
Love Scars - Chapter 14It must've been a good 5 minutes before Craig finally broke apart the boy's gazes. It was a strange feeling to have not been able to pull his eyes apart from Tweek's. He didnt really try to fight it, though, either, so he didnt really feel the need to complain. Something about holding Tweek this way, Tweeks hands in his own, made Craig question why he ever hated the twitchy blond in the first place. If he was being entirely honest, he didnt even remember when he started to dislike him...maybe setting aside the incident in Shop Class where they fought...maybe that had been where it all started.Love Scars - Chapter 144 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Tweek, let's just lay you down for a bit...alright?" Craig tried, calmly releasing Tweek's hands for a moment to move onto the bed with Tweek. It wasnt until he was up there, however, that he noticed the glass that was still shattered on the floor. "Oh fuck, uh- one second. I'll clean this up." Fishing around in one of his drawers, Craig pulled out a mini broom and pan which he used to sweep up
My WayIs it okay,My Way4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I miss you?
I love you?
Will you want to be with me,
Or will it scare you,
Will it make you,
Or weighed down by these,
There's no intention,
Or caging you,
I just wanna say,
What I came here,
I miss you,
And at least for,
I love you,
Perfect LiePerfect Lie5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfect family
With the perfect smile
But all i see
Is the perfect lie
Maybe if you could look deeper
You'd see the real us
The one that i see
And, the real me
The one that has to hide
The one that must force
This glimmer in her eye
And a smile on her face
Though on the outside
I appear to be fine
I can fully assure you
That I'm not
Infact, without you
Right here by my side
I dont think I'd make it
No, Not alone.
Dip CityPage 1Dip City5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Damien sat on his porch, watching the fire imps play. He just loved the way their flames twisted and twirled with them.He felt a heavy thump as his Father, Lord Satan, sat next to him.
"Son, there's...something i need to tell you..." he sounded hesitan, which was odd since he'd always beed so confident after he broke up with Sadan and Chris.
"Yes Father?" Damien asked in his tenor voice.
"Well, you're 16 now, so i cant realy keep this from you anymore," he paused here, giving his son time to internaly freak out.
"Damien, you, werent, the first Anti-Christ..." he trailed off after seeing his son's face.
"Y-you mean...i have a big brother?" The raven boy exclaimed, his eyes burning with indignation.
"And a sister. Well, 2 sisters, she has split personality." Satan replied, getting up. "And she'll be here to meet you in a few minutes. Your brother, Hitako, is a hardcore catholic and refuses to come within 100 miles of you, so forget about him comeing to visit." he said,