sakura--------haruno

Minutes like these are the worst. Seconds which are full of bitterness and insecurities, topped with uncertainty. All raging within the mind, hidden by an inattentive facade. Your lips turn into a dissatisfied frown when you glance down at the ground. Emptiness and longing cling to you like wet fabric, no matter how hard you try to shake the sensation off. 'Maybe I'm reading into this too much,' you ponder, gnawing your lip. 'He's busy. That's probably why I haven't heard much from him.' Any attempt to reason with yourself proves futile, proving yourself to be your own worst enemy. A discontent sigh leaves your lips, as you prop yourself

 {( WARNING: Slight sexual content further in the story )}    Dating Zen had its perks, even though he was a narcissist and a very a famous actor, singer and model. He was also a very kind and sweet guy that treated you like a princess and would do ANYTHING for you, but he had this thing where he gets jealous and protective when other guys talk with you. But you still loved him. It's pretty cute when he gets jealous when someone other than the members of the RFA(Excluding Jumin) talked with you. You were working at the cafe while Zen was at work. You two texted whenever you got breaks to check up on each other or say ' I love you ' or you

You were looking forward to your date, you spent a lot of time getting ready from the makeup, switching from outfit to outfit to find the perfect one and you didn’t even want to think about the time that you spent fixing your hair. Yet, right now it seemed that all that time has gone to waste, because while your date agreed to meet here at the park at six, he had not shown up…and it was already seven. You understood if he would be half an hour late, but an hour late with no text or Tsukishima to tell you that he was going to be late meant one thing…he had stood you up. You wished he had told because at least that way you wo

“Saeyoung!” you laughed as kisses were pressed against your face and down your jaw, and as his hands tickled your sides, making it almost impossible for you to escape…if you wanted to.   The living room was filled with yours and Saeyoung laughter as he continued his affectionate assault on you on the couch. You tried pulling away, but it seemed that the more you tried, the more his hands tickled you, making it hard for you to do anything about it. “Saeyoung, please stop,” your laughing making difficult to speak.   “and why should I when you have been ignoring me the whole day, I need attention from my lady

    “Let’s start playing!” Viktor said cheerily as he clapped his hands together.    To get this game started, a number from one through seven was written down on little slips of paper. The guys were each given a number and inside a small bag was where the slips of paper were located. Each round, a girl would be chosen to grab a slip of paper from the bag to see who they were paired with. This round, you were that girl.    “You can go first,” he said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the center of the room.    All eyes were on you as you allowed yourself to get pulled towards where the bag was.

In Russia, you are a fashion designer and a relative of the former prima ballerina. You're a Russian fashion designer and a niece of Lilia Baranovskaya. "Auntie Lilia, it's been a while," You hugged Aunt Lilia as she hugged you back as well. Lilia spoke in her home language, meaning she said, "My precious niece." You decided to stay with Aunt Lilia for now. You've been in Japan for a month or so. Also, you went to a ice skating show called Katsudon Yokai, directed by Victor Nikiforov. "Also, I found a scandalous article about Victor and the female main lead Mikohime." You showed your auntie the article where Victor didn't realize that he

            A dramatic groan sounds as your office door is slammed open making you look up from your paperwork. Before you stands Grell one hand posed on his forehead for extra effect while the other still holds the doorknob. A bemused smile crosses your features as you wait for his upcoming speech, “(Name)! William is so horrible to me, he gave me overtime again!” the redhead pouts walking into the room to drape himself over the chair in front of your desk, “Can you help me? I still haven’t gotten through the last paperwork pile he gave me!” “William is a slave driver, I wish I could help you out but I h

In his hand was a small bag, he tugged on the strings to open the bag. You got up from you seat and walked towards him, you placed your hand into the bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper. You unfolded the paper and read the name... "Grell," you say. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the bluenette's butler give a slight sigh and smirk, unsure of what smirk was for you decided to ignore it. A flash of red then filled your vision as the person who decided to play this game leaped into the air, once he had landed he spun on the heel of his foot before lowering into a deep bow in front of you. The wheat haired Earl muttered somet

You were walking to the garden holding a small box of Pocky.  You were looking for a certain black haired man. "Sebastain!" You called out his name once you spotted him relaxing with a small kitten in his arms. He looked up at you with a small smile. "What is it, m'lady?" He asked kindly. You looked down at the box of pocky and then back up at him. "W-Well.. I wanted... to p-play a game... and Finny wouldn't do it, nor would Baldroy." You sighed and looked down. "Very well. I'll play." He gently set the kitten down and you sat down next to him. "What is this game and how do you play?" "Well... It's called the Pocky game and what you do is you

 No friends. No family. No one. You were completely alone. You stood there, taking in the desolation of your surroundings. The bitter cold nipped at your exposed skin, sending a chill run up your spine. Freezing wind stung your eyes, forcing hot tears to spill down your pale cheeks. Where were you supposed to go? What were you supposed to do? Everyone was gone. Everything was destroyed. Everyone you had ever grown to love and depend on had ultimately left you. Some by meeting an untimely end, but most had chosen to abandon you without a second thought on the matter. Collapsing to your bruised knees, your emotions were too overwhelming to