yokubo-kuro

He looked so gorgeous in the morning. The way his auburn hair glowed in the light peeking through the curtains. How he would huff a little just before he would shuffle his position in his sleep. His shirt wrinkled as he lay, displaying the pale expanse of his chest and the rise and fall that moved it. You found it kind of funny, whenever Julian did wear just a shirt he never really did any of the buttons, so although not being new it was still breathtaking. Your favourite part had to be the look of peace on his face. His eye patch lay on the bedside table, allowing you to admire his face entirely. The flush in his cheeks and his slim jaw. Hi

~Flash back~age13 A nervous young Obito walked up to his teammate hiding flowers behind his back "(Gulp) hey (y-y/n-n)?" You turn around looking at the fidgeting boy in front of you with a bored expression "Yes" "U-um....Here!" He shoves the flowers in your hands You look at them "Well you see...I...I really like you...A-and was wondering- "Didn't you give flowers to Rin. And acted the same around her" you asked(stated) bored with the situation He looked at you in shock, he tried to say something, but no words would come out You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck "It seems you don't know your own interest. So let me make this

Reunion (Vincent Phantomhive x Reader) Vincent Phantomhive, a well known, handsome man among the nobles had recently married Rachel Dalles. Sure she was pretty and seemed sweet, she was actually extremely fickle and aloof towards Vincent. He tried very hard to join the two rich families, eventually succeeding two months prior your reunion with him. Your Father was the wedding photographer for them, you had no idea that your Father photographed their wedding, perhaps he kept it a secret so you wouldn't be hurt by the news. Your Father was old and sick, yet still kept up his job to his very last  breath. Vincent was very shocked to see your Fa

You flinched when a small pain hit your finger. You quickly pulled your hand to your chest and stared as a red ribbon of blood slowly trickled down your finger. Popping the finger into your mouth, you sucked the blood off as you twirled the red rose in your other hand. Placing it gently on the workspace you searched the draws for a Band-Aid. You sighed when you found none and glared at the delicate rose. Before you could abuse the rose in return the sound of a bell distracted you. Strolling out into the main part of the shop you saw a tall, young man standing there. He didn’t remind you of the usual males you strutted into the flower s

Yandere!Kaneki Ken x Human!Reader TRIGGER WARNING: kidnapping Author's note: An update for all of you, I'm sorry for the wait! In case you were wondering, my trip in Canada was an absolute spectacular one and I won't forget it! Anyways, I hope you will enjoy this chapter and forever feel free to comment any feedback below or simply your thoughts! They will be gladly appreciated. Thank you. Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Ghoul or support any sort of triggering aspects in this story, this is only for my pure interest and to entertain my fellow readers Chapter Two Your eyelids lifted, but all you managed to see was darkness. A blindfold.

~(Canada's P.O.V.   )~  I sighed as I sat in my usual seat in the back. I scanned around the class room and saw the usually faces, my brother Alfred being his usual outgoing self, getting noticed by everyone, getting to have girls fawn over him, and having guys look up to him. I can't help but get jealous. The others barely notice me. Even if I dress in the most ridiculous outfit, no one would even know I am there. Only a few people actually notice me which was Gilbert, Francis, and sometimes Alfie. Our first period teacher walked in and cleared her throat, making everyone quiet down.  "Okay class, today will be welcoming a new student to

You ran as fast as your short, scarred legs could. Your body ached but you didn't care. Anything to get away from your pursuers. You were an 8 year old girl who recently became an orphan. A few days ago you had been thrown out of your home, by your own father, your only living family. Your mother had died when giving birth to you and you didn't have any siblings. The abandonment forced you to mature above that of an 8 year old, but not in a good way. You had managed pretty good on your own so far, hiding in the shadows, sneaking small amounts of food from bypassing people and sleeping under a bridge. But this time you weren't feeling well a

  America poked his heads in one of the tents, surprised to see the German man up and moving. Both blue eyes locked for a second, sharing the same amount of worry and anger in them for the same reasons.   "Where is she Lud?" America said in a sharp tone.   "I told you not to call me zat." Germany rebutted, crossing his arms across his chest. "Ivan already took her avay from me so you can go."   America pushed the entrance of the tent open and stormed in, glaring at the slightly-taller German man,"I swear, if you did anything to hurt my little girl while I was gone-"   "It vas a mistake." Germany cut off, pushing A

Hearing Heaven Wesker X Reader   I hit the piano key one last time as the music faded in the air. I breathed a sigh of relief as the sleepless tension escaped my shoulders. Maybe now I could deal with the problem at hand, gazing across the city skyline at the blotted dark sky. A few people could be seen walking under lamp lights, or cars driving leisurely by, common for such late autumn weather. It was distracting to see them all living dull, yet innocent lives. “I didn’t know you could play.”   His deep, velvet voice almost startled me, the silence of the room now cut by him. I turned to Wesker. His blonde locks were