WhiteFlowerQueen

You were in front of the Memorial Stone, a bouquet of flowers in your hands. You bent down and placed the bouquet in front of the stone as you let out a sigh. “You don’t have to hide, Kakashi.” You said and your childhood friend jumped down a tree. He stood behind you but you didn’t turn to see him nor did you say anything else. “You never come here no matter what I say or do. So why now?” Kakashi finally asked you and you chuckled dryly. “For some reason I feel really bad when you say it…” “Don’t change the subject. Answer my question.” You could hear it clearly in

I DO NOT OWN NARUTO SHIPPUDEN OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM. THEY BELONG TO ALL RESPECTIVE OWNERS AND ONLY THE PLOT IS MINE. (h/l)=hair length (h/c)=hair color (e/c)=eye color (s/c)=skin color You were sitting at your favorite spot on top of a hill, under a tree. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair swayed with the breeze and your (e/c) eyes were scanning the text of your favorite book. You had just returned from a long mission and thankfully, Tsunade was giving you a break. There was a rustling sound besides you and you already knew who it was without even looking. “Hey, you’re early today, Shika.” You said and you

    You watched his lips move in mute fascination, the thin, pale petals flowing over antiquated terms. You learned on the hard oak table while your chin was cupped in your palm. You vaguely understood that Sebastian was discussing that Shakespeare fellow, but you couldn't care less. All you needed to know was that gorgeous cardinal eyes were fixated on your young form, and that his blindingly handsome face looked so sexy when he concentrated.    "Miss?"    You blinked, sitting back so quickly the chair wavered. You felt like he had asked something of importance. Hot embarrassment crept up your neck as a heavily awkward silence set in.

A bored yawn escaped Uta's throat as he lazily zapped through the television programme. Soap operas, crime thrillers, cartoons, documentaries – there were plenty TV-shows, yet nothing caught his interest. Turning the television off, the tattooed ghoul got  up from the couch before stretching himself and starting to walk from the living room into the kitchen. Just as Uta was about to reach it, there started a loud banging against his apartment door. *knock knock knock knock knock* "Uta? It's me, (f/n). Get moving and open the door, it's frigging cold outside!" Upon hearing your voice, the male ghoul turned around and started to strol

"I can't thank you enough, Uta! If it weren't for you, I'd still have to carry at least 10 boxes." You flashed the male ghoul beside you a bright smile as you put the carton you were carrying down on the floor next to many other moving boxes. "Don't mention it, (f/n). We're old friends, after all, aren't we?" Even though his words kept a kind tone, Uta's expression remained completely blank to which you couldn't but crack a small smile. Uta hadn't changed at all since you'd seen him the last time – and that was nearly 6 years ago. He was still the nice and friendly, even if sadistic, guy with the expressionless face. Back then you'd b

Uta x Reader - Affectionate His hand rested on your waist, a leg thrown across on yours as his nose was buried in your hair. Your face was nuzzled up against his neck, an arm hanging loosely across his side. You were asleep but Uta was slightly bored. He got up, gently as not to wake you up and stretched. A sleepy moan escaped your lips as you shifted in your sleep. Uta took note of this and looked back. His features couldn’t help but brighten up, even in the slightest, at your sight. Your hair all messy, cheeks smushed up against the pillow you balled up around, that peaceful expression on your face. You just seemed so calm to him.

Crossing the street along with countless pedestrians has always been an amusing activity to you. Maybe it's because how you find them oblivious to a certain presence walking with them -   - such as yours. A small smile graces your lips as you pull your hood closer, blocking the sunlight from hitting your pale face. It's been three weeks since you have actually 'eaten', and the inviting situation you are currently in is somehow getting on your nerves. You don't usually go out during this time of day, which is exactly why you opted for a work that puts you in a night shift. Besides, the work schedule had already proven itself quite con

You've been walking for a long time. Far too long. You never really belonged somewhere and decided to travel. Going from town to town was fun, the sights were unforgetable and the people were nice. You had a limited amount of time though. It'd been a while since your last meal and choosing an abandoned side of the city was not very smart. You started feeling it. Hunger. The feeling was taking over you, making you unable to think straight. How long has it been since you had feasted upon human flesh? The tender meat practically melting on your tongue, the crimson colored liquid's fragrance still lingering on your lips. Ah~ just thinking about

“You looked like you needed a little pick me up.” With your fingers curled against the handle of the mug, you couldn't help but enjoy the heat radiating onto your knuckles. This cup of coffee wasn't for you however, it was for your boyfriend who had acquainted his face with the top of his desk. You had never seen Uta work so much in the years you had been together. Honestly, it unnerved you how his eyes hardly blinked or how his diligent fingers never seemed to halt as he created his facial masterpieces. Yes the fruits of his labor were beautiful, but his quota seemed to be never-ending nowadays. Uta had discussed to you how he

Toudou vividly recollected the memory of his confession to you - the way your complexion flushed as your hands fretted with the hem of your pleated skirt, and the breathless squeak that suspended from your thin lips before they curved upwards into a blithe smile - and it was the most fortunate day of his life; he was uneasy at first you wouldn't want to engage in a relationship with a third-year since you were still a first-year, but when you avowed the same heartfelt feelings to him, exultation skated over his insides in short bursts and the world never looked so iridescent before. Every time his slender fingers entwined with yours, the smo