KayDbear

“You need to get out more. Seriously…” You told your boyfriend as he switched from playing videogames to going on his laptop. Lately, this was all he had been doing and it was getting really damn annoying. Not to mention whenever you told him this he would simply tell you “IDGAF”. This made you want to slap him. “Why should I? You know that IDGAF.” Okay, that was it. That was the final and last straw. It was all going to end here now. There will be no way of him ever saying those 5 letters again. “Would you give a fuck if I…” You paused to show him what you were about to do. Scis

<----~lovelyplz (https://www.deviantart.com/lovelyplz) (Name) sat alone in the middle of a field of sunflowers. It was break time and instead of hanging around with all the other workers she preferred sitting alone. Well... even thought at the moment she did look a lot like a boy. She's shoved on a large hat to keep her hair invisible and wore a large coat. Overall, she didn't look much like a girl. Except maybe her face which she usually kept hidden. Even though today it was very warm and sunny, she had no choice but to stay hidden. The job she worked in was a 'men only' so she had been forced to change how she looked. It was lead by a man named Ivan Braginski. Most of

I slammed my fist down on the table. ”Damn it!” “¿Qué pasa, (Name)?” My closest friend, Antonio, asked me. Even in his native language, I could still understand what he asked. “I lost my job as the waitress at Applebee's, now I don’t know where to look for another job!” The reason I lost my job was because a man that I was passing by had his hand slip up my skirt when he thought I was one of the “vulnerable” types. I decided to prove him wrong with a roundhouse kick to the jaw, which I shattered. His wife saw what he did, so I wasn’t charged for any degree of assault. But my boss d

         A pale milky moon shines above the running woman. Her long ruby hair billowing about her as she sprints across the field, clutching her new born son tightly in her safe arms. She quickly shoots a glance over her shoulder, only to see her punisher. The black Shire horse is galloping at full speed toward her, its rider, his blonde back length hair braided slightly and his dead cerulean eyes flashing with anger.        "Aine!! GIVE ME THAT ABONINATION!!!" he shouts pulling his sword out and kicking the horses sides making it speed up. The mother continues to run shouting Roman prayers into the shy praying for her child's safety. She

It was raining hard one Saturday afternoon, Roderich sadly poked at his piano. Everyone had left him....everyone....Feliciano....his servents.....even Elizabeta. Remembering her brought tears to his eye, which he quickly shook away. Of course she called now and then, but not nearly enough. He wouldn't admit it, but he was missing everyone of his old friends. He was missing Feliciano's cheerful annoying voice, Gilbert's rants about his "Awesomeness", hell he even missed France spying on him. He sighed, not even his piano could cheer him up. Everything was wrong, his life was missing something. He missed the cheerful surroundings and the happy

Work was never peaceful ever since that day. Of course you successfully planned your first wedding, made your first gown, made your first tux, and your first bakery order but...it was so hard to do when you were always bothered by him. Your neighbor Francis. He had always came in everyday...he would ask you many questions because he wanted to get to know you but you always pushed him away. You really didn't feel like interacting with any men, really. But today he didn't come in. You had to admit that you felt a bit lonely without his smile and Frenchie "ohonhon". You wondered where he was that day and as cliche as it sounded, you missed him

“Joan was murdered, vous American stupid child!” Francis roared, even though a nagging voice reminded him that she was standing before him. Both child nations cried in fear, Alfred and Lisa looking startled. France was shaking as Gil removed the frightened Canadian from his arms. Prussia gave France a partially sympathetic ‘cool it’ look. “I-I didn’t realize.” Lisa  murmured, looking like an abused canine. For some reason, France’s headache only worsened. He couldn’t think straight, his brain felt like it was turning into pudding. And then, it was gone. “I’m s-sorry, Lisa.

You sighed as you grabbed your books for the next 3 periods left at school. You carefully closed your locker and headed to class. Only to be greeted by the 'players' at your school. All vary tall. And pervy in the head. You didn't pay much attention to them. Which of course, gave them interest. You loved video games more then people. You were in the state of thinking about Amnesia when Francis, being the perv he is, smacked you butt making you blush a dark shade of red. "Pervert.." You mumble as Toni winks at you and Gilbert laughs a bit. You glare and head to Social Studies, your favorite class. Social Studies was your favorite because well