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 “Huh?”  finding no one in front of you but then suddenly   “Good afternoon (l/n)-san” a very familiar voice was heard   “KYAAAA! Ku-kuroko-kun? I didn’t see you w-what’s up” you composed yourself   “I am just in front of you (l/n)-san, anyway I am here to seek help” he said   “what’s wrong?” then you heard Nigou Kuroko’s puppy barking and it seems having fun chasing a kid? That looks like someone you know “KUROKO!!!!” the kid shouted with his cute little voice. The kid run towards Kuroko and trying to get away from the puppy   “Kagami-kun,

Not Shy Anymore Warning: Contains some mild fluff You glare up at the bag of coffee beans sitting innocently on the top shelf.  Hiro, the little rascal, had hidden the step ladder that morning and then ran off, doing who knows what.  The café was running low on coffee and Aunt Cass asked you to ground a new batch of beans.  The only thing standing in your way is the fact of your vertically challenged nature. Placing a hand on the shelf at eye level with you, you use it to try to balance yourself as you lift onto your tip toes.  You reach your other hand out, stretching it as far as it will go.  Your fingers bar

[Please listen to this while you read, It's what inspired me!]    Ever since you started high school, Makoto was always kind to you; it drove you crazy. You were so rude to him, but he would always show up with that same smile, greeting you every morning.   "Hey [Name]-chan!" He would call out to you, waving      You hated the way he would talk to you like he was your friend, though he obviously wasn't. You hated that smile and the way his bright green eyes would shine.  You hated the way his hair would catch the sunlight, making it look like it was glowing.  Even so, every time you told yourself these things, you always saw Makoto's face

You were apparently, surprising, in the infamous pirate crew of the strawhats, but it's not like you hated being here. You love it! Especially one blond haired cook. But you obviously couldn't tell him that. You just arrived at the inn of the island you guys recently reached. Sadly, there are only rooms of two, each with one bed. "Nami!/Nami-swaaan!" you and Sanji shout at the same time jumping at your orange  haired nakama. But Nami moved away, causing you two to fall to the ground. "Sorry Sanji-kun. Sorry (y/n). But I'll be staying with Robin" she said but winked at you at the end. Sorry my ass!! That bitch knows I have a crush on him!!

Of pregnancy and husbands *-*-*-*-* A/N: Another of my old stories. I actually changed the name to fit in here with my other drabbles, so... well, I hope you enjoy ^-^! *-*-*-*-* “Hibari, Hibari!” You narrowed your eyes as the yellow, feather ball, chirped loudly from your bedroom’s window. The fat, fluffy and hellish thing had been doing that stupid, yet cute sound of singing Hibari’s name for the past ten minutes. And it had annoyed you. A lot. If your carnivore of a husband wasn’t as fond of that creature as he was, you would’ve called animal control by now. Or you would’ve gotten him a bi

You sneaked into the kitchen trying to be as discrete as possible. It was the middle of the night and you could hear snoring coming from the men's room. You knew that even though only a huge storm could wake them up you still wanted to make as little noise as possible. You carefully closed the door behind you and headed to the cupboard searching for the only thing that kept you awake this whole time: a jar of chocolate spread. You grabbed it alongside with a spoon and served yourself a huge glass of cold milk. You sat crossed legs in front of the table keeping a watch on the door. You opened up the jar and licked your lips in anticipation. Yo

IzayaXReaderXShizuo Chapter 5: The First Move "You said you needed an apartment, soon, right? Well, what better than sharing one with your best friend?" He smirked, walking in further into his home. "C'mon, what's not there to like about it? It's in Ikebukuro, it's close to your work, close to everyone, no charge, and of course, you get to live with the one and only." He could see your unsure expression, attempting to convince you more. "Wait...no charge? What does that mean?" "Means just what it is. You don't have to worry about the cost." Izaya sat on the couch, letting his body sink into it slightly, one arm resting on the top of the