Kitinskey

Sometimes, the things that people need to hear the most can't be heard, but that doesn't mean they can't been said. Your name was {F/n} {L/n}, and at almost Twenty Five years of age you were as independent as anyone, more so depending on who you asked. You were a college student as a small community college close to the town in which you'd grown up in, though it had been a few years since you'd actually lived there. Now a days, you lived in a small One-Bedroom apartment with your significant other, of whom was actually a part of the Fire Program at the same college. Alfred was as sweet as they came, though he was obnoxious to the point wher

From where he sat out in front of a small cafe, Matthieu could just hear the sound of children laughing as they played in the ark across the way. For a Thursday afternoon, both the cafe and the ark were pleasantly calm; Or at least it was when you didn't bring his younger brother into the equation. "Matt? Earth to Matthieu," The sandy haired blond said, reaching over the small table to wave a hand in front of his brother's face. Matthieu flinched back in surprise, only to find that he had started paying more attention to the area around them, and had stopped paying attention to Alfred, of whom didn't seem to like that fact. "Sorry, what did

It was a quiet morning in the Nordic household. It was early morning, somewhere around Six thirty, which meant that sunlight was just beginning to filter in through the closed, but still not completely opaque curtains. (M/n) was sleeping soundly, curled up in the crook of his partner's arm, his (H/c) hair falling across his face. Berwald on the other hand was already awake, and was watching his sleeping boyfriend with mild curiosity. He'd been woken up by the sound of the street cleaner going by almost an hour ago, and he was still amazed by the fact that the (H/c) man had been able to sleep through it. Feeling that he had been lying awake

Comic-Con, the comic book enthusiast's greatest dream. People walked around, talking with strangers and the friends that they came with, most completely at home in the costumes that they had most likely spent hours either making themselves or tracking down on the internet. Booths were parked everywhere, selling their most likely overpriced wares to the enthusiastic 'Geeks' that passed them by. (Y/n) (L/n) happened to be one of those 'Nerds', walking around with a bright smile on her face, the canvas bag on her arm carrying around what few things she had decided to buy as of yet, but then again, she had only been there for an hour and a half,

Warning, If you haven't read the first part of the story, It won't make all that much sense! Please go read this first! "Hey Lovi..." She asked, looking up at the night sky. While her voice was still rough, her tone was as clear as a bell; Calm and Relaxed. Lovino looked at the girl with worried eyes. "Hey-a what Raggazza?" He asked as he inched his way towards her, although he froze when (Y/n) turned her head back towards him, a look in her eyes allowing him to see that she knew what he was doing, and that he was treading in dangerous water. "Do... Do you think I could fly?" She asked quietly, her voice still calm despite the tears that b

The harsh wind whipped at the (H/l) (H/c) hair of a lone woman as she walked down the slick sidewalk. Her whole body was bent forwards slightly as she gripped her coat around her, cutting off the cold wind. She didn't honestly mind the rain, but it couldn't have come at a worse time. She was actually on her way over to a friends house, and was in a bit of a hurry at that. About half an hour before, she'd gotten a call from a close friend of hers, Francis Bonnafoy. Actually, she'd missed the call itself, but the message that had been left had been enough to make her get changed out of her comfort clothes and go out to check on him. There was

Three thirty in the morning Not a soul insight The city's lookin' like a ghost town On a moonless summer night Raindrops on the windshield There's a storm moving in He's headin' back from somewhere That he never should have been And the thunder rolls And the thunder rolls It was late, or rather to be said early as Alfred stepped out into the rain, closing the apartment door behind him. The streets were deserted; Everyone was huddled up in their homes, not wanting to be out in the coming storm. Alfred on the other hand didn't have much of a choice, he had to get home by morning. Guilt wracked his brain, but he knew that what

Sarabeth is scared to death To hear what the doctor will say (Y/n) sat in the waiting room of the local hospital, her legs crossed as she waited for her name to be called. She'd come earlier in the day for several tests, and was now waiting for the results to come in. She hasn't been well Since the day that she fell And the bruise, it just won't go away She hadn't been feeling her best to say in her least, and ever since she had collapsed, she and her family had known that something was wrong. Another sign was a bruise that she'd gotten when she's fell. The bruise itself was nothing special, but it hadn't faded or healed, which worried

(Y/n) was gathering her things up after the end of the world meeting, wanting nothing more than to get home and relax after being stuck in a room full of obnoxious personifications for the last several hours. Unfortunately, luck didn't seem to be on her side at that moment anymore than it had earlier today, when she had been forced to fight tooth and nail with the drink machine just to be able to get her (f/s). “Hey (C/n)!” Alfred F. Jones, the personification of the United States, as well as one of the loudest countries left in the meeting room. (Y/n) resisted the urge to smack her face with her binder, looking up with a wary

((Warning: Contains slight mention of blood and violence, not much, but... Seriously, I don't want to have to put up a filter for something just for that, because there's nothing really graphic.)) All things happen for a reason, or at least that's what I've always been told; At times like this, I can't be sure whether that's true or not. I used to think that I knew, but now... Now is an entirely different situation altogether. (Y/n) looked around her, time seeming to freeze in the mist of battle. She dropped to her knees, the point of her long blade digging into the dirt beneath her as she felt the strength leave her body. Her head turned