Zombies | Romano x Reader [Chapter 3] by Und3adK1tty, literature
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Zombies | Romano x Reader [Chapter 3]
"February 14th, 2027. San Valentino: They gave me handmade chocolate this year too. Così buono! I'm so happy. I wish everything would go back to normal too." Lovino plopped another truffle in his mouth after finishing the recorded log. The curl atop his head formed into a heart as he savored the flavor. The bitterness of the dark chocolate created a wonderful harmony with the sweetness of the strawberry creme. It was a delicious heaven for the Italian's taste buds. Before he got another truffle he thought of Y/N, already missing their presence. The both of them stayed together for several hours, but it felt less than that. After all, they exchanged chocolates, napped together, and ate dinner. ~Earlier this afternoon~ DING DONG A loud groan came out of the lazy Italian's mouth. He was just having a nice nap on the couch. Only to suddenly be ruined by a doorbell. DING DONG "Figlio di puttana..." He grabbed the couch cushion next to his feet and slammed it over his left
Zombies | Romano x Reader [Chapter 2] by Und3adK1tty, literature
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Zombies | Romano x Reader [Chapter 2]
"February 10th, 2027: The TV is all news about the giant mushroom and zombies. There are reports of human-to-human transmission. No one around me has become a zombie yet." Lovino was resting on the couch, staring at the TV. He's getting sick from all the news, making him more pissed off than he is, but extremely worried at the same time. He would've gone out to visit Y/N, but it's starting to become dangerous. At least he found comfort when he talks with Y/N. He's been calling and texting them to keep himself company and to ease his anxiety down. He would sometimes call Feliciano, Antonio, or Manon too, although he had arguments mixed in here in there, but not with Manon. "Of course, no one yet... Y/N's still fine because I told them to stay inside unless it's important and mia idiota fratello's living with kraut breath..." A surge of anger rose up after he stopped recording. "ARGH!!" Lovino stood up and rose the tape recorder over his head, bringing all of his anger to his now
romano x reader: ambrosia dumosa by 12bfeygirl42, literature
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romano x reader: ambrosia dumosa
You had barely slept a wink the night before, insomnia and anxiety preventing the relaxation you so desperately craved.
Your mind was scattered; your thoughts were tattered.
The whole morning- getting dressed, communting to the airport, passing through Security, entering the terminal- was filled with debate, mind roiling with doubts.
The flight wasn't much better; every passing breath left your stomach coiling in indecision and apprehensive regret.
You shouldn't have done this.
He didn't actually want you there.
He wasn't going to be there for you.
Logic, of course, dictated that even if he planned on abandoning you, you had enough bet
romano x reader: dysania by 12bfeygirl42, literature
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romano x reader: dysania
Consciousness introduced itself with the softest brush of its fingers across your temple, lightly teasing you as it whispered sweet nothings in your ears.
Each passing breath brought with it more warmth, a weightlessness that made it feel as if you were rising from the very depths of Purgatorio.
Golden light danced on your eyelids, the steady back-and-forth of distant waves a gentle melody bringing more awareness to your still exhausted form.
The ebb and flow was a companionable disturbance, harmonized with the quiet brushing of the sheers scraping against the olive flooring, the distant cries of seagulls adding depth to your surroundings.
100 Themes Challenge - 03. Company by Aethilla, literature
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100 Themes Challenge - 03. Company
Character: South Italy "Romano" / Lovino Vargas
Theme 03: Company
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He hated his job.
Lovino Vargas loathed the stiff fabric of his button down shirt and the chokehold of his tie. He detested the sweat that pooled around his collar and the uncomfortable pinch of his too-tight faux leather shoes, the toes polished until they sparkled. More than anything, he abhorred waking up early in the morning and fighting to tame the dark locks of his hair, eyes bruised from lack of sleep, stomach growling for sustenance, he having been too tired to eat dinner after a long night at the office.
Upon the top of his desk sat a paper cup, ha
RomanoxSick!Reader Jolene: Part Six by VideoDreams, literature
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RomanoxSick!Reader Jolene: Part Six
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, JOLENE!
I’m begging of you, don’t take my woman
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, JOLENE!
Please don’t take her even though you can
In the face of hearing loss, silence is not deafening but instead a series of sounds traveling across the body. Whether or not they are heard, each one is felt from the bottoms of the feet to the top of the head. Heavy footsteps over tile and hardwood floor, stiletto points vibrating the bottoms of one’s heels. Doors of any kind feeling overwhelmingly loud—car doors, elevator doors, the door to an apartment. All of them slammed with an intensity that shook the shoulder
RomanoxSick!Reader: Blame It On The Weatherman (1) by VideoDreams, literature
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RomanoxSick!Reader: Blame It On The Weatherman (1)
It’s just one more day
No one said there would be rain again
Won’t blame it on myself
Yeah
I’ll blame it on the weatherman
CONTENT ADVISORY: Infidelity, description of gunshots, mention of blood, brief transphobia, binge eating
Storms may seem like entities popping up from out of nowhere, an unhappy accident of weather and circumstances. In truth, they come together from factors originating in seconds and years. The climate may have just swelled to the right temperature, but years of wind patterns and a systems of cyclonic rain allow that rise to have a purpose. Dancing together over the stillness of the ocean, the harbin
RomanoxSick!Reader Blame It On The Weatherman (2) by VideoDreams, literature
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RomanoxSick!Reader Blame It On The Weatherman (2)
Get away for a while
Here I am out on my own again
Won’t blame it on myself
Yeah
I’ll blame it on the weatherman
CONTENT ADVISORY: Brief innuendo, graphic depictions of a verbal fight, graphic depictions shattered dishes and glasses, mentions of blood, implied accident
“One last step before I finally get out of this damn gown,” (Reader) said, ducking into the backseat of Bonnie’s car. The Suburban lent itself well to doubling as a dressing room for Bonnie’s Disney Princess party business, allowing performers to change immediately after performances came to a close. Under the seat hatches were reserved for
RomanoxSick!Reader Jolene: Part Four by VideoDreams, literature
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RomanoxSick!Reader Jolene: Part Four
You could have any woman
But I could never love again
She's the only one for me
Jolene
Sleep only came to Romano in one-hour fits, tormenting him with weighted fatigue. Some moments, Romano simultaneously cursed God and begged him to take away the near-agony of the insomniac limbo. Other times, sleep would draw near to Romano’s mind, only to be stolen away by the thought of (Reader) disappearing into the night. Immediately, Romano would spring up in his bed, heart racing and half-screaming across his ears. (Reader)’s face was the sole thing capable of stopping Romano’s panic, capturing and enthralling his heart as she slept