Crylover

“Oy! Where are you going ________?” Havoc called after you as you walked down the hall. “Nowhere! Now I suggest you keep your big assed nose out of my business!” You yelled back at him, turning around a corner of the military building and disappearing from sight. “Woah, jeez.” Havoc mumbled. “She’s right! You really need to mind your own business sometimes.” Fuery said as Havoc walked back into the conference room, shutting the door. “Yeah, but haven’t you noticed she’s been kinda moody lately?” He pointed out. “Now that I think about it, she HAS been kin

I can't stop thinking about you. The more you're in my mind, the more I want you here, by my side, holding me so close, feeling your breath on me. What I'd do to be in the same room as you, to a room connected to your's, for being a fly on your wall, to watch your lips move as you tell me the things I want to hear. ... I need your touch, the sweetest feeling known to all, slowly and gracefully, over my body. I need your taste, when our lips touch, as the passionate kisses begin. I need your scent, the scent I could never forget, as you hold me closely. I need your voice, to feel you close to me, as you whisper in my ear.

There is a battle that many people fight in this world. A battle against themselves I'm familiar with this battle, I fight it as well. Living this way is not easy, but it's the only way I know how. I've come too far to surrender now. I never met him, never even saw his face. All I know is that he's gone. By his own hand was his life snuffed out. This man, with a family, and a life he had spent years building Gave It All Away. He must have been familiar with this battle, fighting it for who knows how long. Realizing how hard living this way can be. Finally choosing to surrender. Another casualty in this silent war... His choice does not

You smile as Romano turns into the color of, as Spain would put it, a tomato. You giggle, and that makes the color of his cheeks become a deeper scarlet. Romano is possibly your best friend in the whole world, and even if you aren't a country (a state, actually), he hangs out with you a lot. While he gets angrily easily, and you tend to grin a lot, you two are inseparable…and he can cook for you~ Well, he can…but he isn't making this pizza for you. "Roma, you're so adorable~" you coo as you pinch his cheek, trying to get him onto your side. "And you're annoying, ___________. Now go away so I can finish making this pizza." "But