EternalAlice24

    Yaku was good at a great number of things.    Being a motherly figure for the team.    Receiving.    His studies fared well most of the time, never having any trouble. But if there was one thing he was bad at, it was talking to you. It wasn't that Yaku couldn't talk to girls or had any trouble talking to anyone in general but there was just something about you that made his tongue tied and his knees go weak. He couldn't tell if it was your smile. Your smile had him tongue-tied. The way your lips curled upwards as you joked around with your friends was something the teen often found adorable and had, for quite some time, loved to ima

    The cameras started rolling with a loud gurggly sputter. Staff from every corner started to fuss over the set, buzzing to and fro busily like a bunch of bees. There was a short moment of silence before the director cued the stylists to leave and eventually signalled for you both to start walking into the apartment. A loud hiss escaped the can of hairspray as Nishinoya's stylist let it breathe against his spiky locks for the last time before running back towards the other staff, almost tumbling over the bags and luggages you brought. The stylist, Nobuo, apologized clumsily, tripping over his own two feet this time in an attempt t

  One minute prior to the situation at hand, Maehara was happily listening to you singing along to the Christmas songs on the radio, enjoying the way your hips swayed to the beat alluringly in which the blonde would admit to be his secret obsession. Your fingers worked skillfully as you cooked dinner, not minding your lover's gaze even the slightest. A little while later Maehara could hear you screaming profanities as the lights flickered for a few seconds before blacking out entirely and plunging the entire apartment complex into darkness. The temperature dropped along with it since the heater seemed to have shut off as well.     Just our

  And maybe it was the very fact that you've hurt others that makes it hard for you to believe you can learn how to love. *     Kaneki winced as your grip on his hand tightened around his wrist, your nails digging into his pale skin as you released yet another cry of pain. His fingers strayed towards your forehead to wipe away the beads of perspiration with a dry cloth then proceeded to encourage you with soft whispers of praise and cheer.Though, with your mind hazed and foggy, the only reply you could muster was another sharp intake of breath. The silver haired male couldn't exactly blame you either for your inability to speak as he conti

  It was during the midst of your winter break when you happened to end up on the front porch of a quaint looking house with a basket of freshly baked Christmas cookies to share to your blonde upperclassman and current lover, Kikuchi Touma. This wasn't the first time you came to visit him but amongst your record of visits this was the first time you came unannounced. You weren't even sure if he was home or not, considering it was almost the holidays he must have made some plans with friends or family and you surely didn't want him to be left behind. Knowing how kind Touma was, there was no doubt he'd willingly give up his time to spend it wit

    "I'm the strongest man in the world! Which means that there's nobody better than me! Is doubt even you would be able to stand a chance _____." Adlet boasted, chest puffed out and hands on his waist, looking down at you with his strangely colored hues. You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time that day since the conversation started. Normally, you would have let it slide, but the male had been going on and on about how great he was since breakfast. This was just one of more than just a few hundred reasons that urged you to punch him in the gut and silence him forever.     Oh you would definitely do it.     The temptation to silence h

*Story is set before the selection of the Six Braves* A ball was to be held at the palace at exactly seven in the evening. Your father, the king, was the host. As a princess, it was only common sense for you to attend a ball your father himself arranged but unlike the hundreds of princesses who lived for the thrill of gowns and handsome men you'd rather skip out on the stuffy formal greetings and the restricting evening gowns and opt for a simpler way to pass the time which was either reading or stargazing out on your spacey balcony. You've tried asking your father several times to consider letting you off the hook for once but he firmly dis

     Letting go was never an easy task. People come and go, feelings change and pass. The sweet years of your college life had ended in a blur of flying colors and now here you were landing a job at the 20th ward's CCG branch. Never expecting that the moment you stepped out of the sultry afternoon air and into the building's air-conditioned halls that you'd bump into Hide Nagachika, the bubbly blonde junior of yours back in Kami University. You've only talked to him once, but from what you've heard he was a very intuitive person and a good friend to keep. "____? What are you doing here?" "Nagachika? What are you doing here?"    You spoke

    Long ago before the virus had struck, Mikaela would have done everything he could to sneak past curfew and stay awake till late at night, to the point the moon was already so high up and not even a cloud drifted by to interrupt it's sickly shine. A carpet of stars surrounds the full moon and every night he'd gaze out of his window right after putting the little ones to sleep. He was content just like that and every once in a while he'd pull Yuu along with him to watch the stars. The latter often complained it was girly but Mikaela didn't mind.    He'd occupy himself with thoughts about the future, how great his life would be if he was f

Years have passed since the last time you've seen Suzuya Juuzou. Back then you were a scrawny looking kid but that didn't stop Madame from taking you under her wing. You were sold off of an auction and you swore if you concentrated hard enough you'd still be able to hear the loud shouts of men bidding for your possession. At first you felt glad to finally be out of that wretched auction hall but the more you spent time with the large ghoul you mentally reminded yourself that this ghoul was just the same as the other ghouls, she bought you and there was not even a single shred of reason for you to feel relief. This woman was a ghoul, and you w