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[Name] lay silently next to her sleeping boyfriend, her head resting gently on his shoulder and her arm sprawled out across his chest. Ichigo had just gotten back from the Soul Society once more, running off to help them deal with yet another problem. [Name] loved Ichigo, but she hated how he was always running off to them. She understood they were his friends, but more times than not, it lead to cancelled plans or rescheduled dates. That’s just how Ichigo was, she supposed. He would help his friends no matter what it took. On his return this time, he had sought [Name] out, spending the night with her and letting her know that she was

Italic dialog: "English." Normal dialog: "Well, I guess it would be Japanese.." Enjoy!~ --------------------- You had done it. You had just so done it, that was the last straw! The one that broke the damned camels back! But this is you we're talking about here, this is something he should be used to. Ever since Renji had told you what 'Ichigo' meant in Japanese, you just couldn't let it go and he finally snapped. Finding all the strawberry scratch-and-sniff stickers on his pillow: haha, funny, cute joke! He had to admit that was a good one. The strawberry soap in his bathroom: It was still cute, just a little less! And not that he'd ever a

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Jotaro Kujo x Reader ~What Was That For~ (OOC? I don't know.) You walked along with the rest of the Stardust Crew, on your way to god knows where. You walked between Kakyoin and Polnareff, and occasionally glanced up to see them smiling giddily at each other. With a cocked eyebrow you looked at the two stand users skeptically and they looked away, as if they hadn't been doing anything. You soon felt hands pull you over by the shoulders and push you into something (or someone) quite solid. You shakily looked up to see Jotaro, his sea blue eyes glaring at you. "Yare yare daze, (y/n). What was that for?" You said nothi

Jotaro had developed a love-hate relationship with polaroid photos over the years. It was like a curse; they appeared in his life nonstop, and with great importance. It didn’t matter if it was for better or worse, they were always important. The photos his grandfather shared with him of Dio were the starting place. It had left a bad taste in his mouth to know that one measly photo was all it took to solidify the fact that yes, his life was about to change drastically. But even after that entire journey, a photo was the object that he had walked away with. It held dear memories, some bitter enough to make his heart clench. Fallen frien

Mikoto didn't fully comprehend what he walked into once he returned from his early morning stroll around the Red Clan's territory. Once he'd crossed the threshold into bar HOMRA, he was met with chaotic situation that happened only once every few weeks. ... Well, concerning Chitose, it happened once every three weeks. Sitting on the bar stool in front of the counter was Anna, who watched with Tatara beside her as he filmed the scene before them with a bright grin on his face. To the side from behind the counter stood Kusanagi, who watched with distaste at the fact his precious bar was possibly going to trashed during the event, although to

You were slowly coming into consciousness as you felt the warmth beside you fade. Was he getting up already? "Ugh...It's way to early..." you thought. You started to hear him rummaging through the dresser for a fresh pair of clothes. You began to make slight grunts and moans until he let out a sigh. "What is it ____...." he said in his gruff morning voice. "I was just wondering why you were up so early? I mean it can only be like 6, 7 maybe?", "It's almost 10 o'clock." he said with a slight sharpness to his voice. This made the rest of your exhaustion temporarily disappear and your eyes flash open. Yet you still laid there on your side and co

“What do you mean?” Mikoto asked into his phone, an irritated tone seeping into his voice. Everyone was always trying to intervene somewhere and set him behind. He couldn’t stand it. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Those nosey Blue’s just couldn’t stay out of his business, could they? Without waiting for an answer, Mikoto threw his phone across the room, ignoring the sound that it made as it hit the wall, most likely damaging it beyond repair. Not that he cared. It meant little to him, only a means of communication. His temper flared; he would now have to put his plans on hold for yet another wee

Mayuzumi Chihiro x Fem!Reader Mayuzumi never liked it when people, including you, touched his things. For some odd reason, he also dislikes seeing you in his clothes. Still, that didn't stop you from creeping into his room whenever you have the chance to try on his clothes (despite being told not to, but you're a rebel). This is usually done when he's away, like today. '[Name], I'm going out to the library,' Mayuzumi muttered as he strolled past the living room, grabbing his jacket that was on the couch you were lying on. You perked up at this, and put down the manga you were reading to look at him. 'Oh, okay!' you chirped, beaming like a

    Snow drifted quietly through the air.  Lights from nearby shops lit the streets as people roamed around together.  You enjoyed the tranquil scene as you walked next to your boyfriend.  It was a beautiful winter evening and what better way to spend it than with Todoroki?  You could quietly admire scenes as you walk with him for the rest of your life.  The only thing you wished you could change was the freezing temperature.  You couldn't handle the cold at all.  No matter how much clothing you pile on, you're still freezing.  Right now, you're snuggled in your favorite coat, complete with a hat, scarf, gloves, and a pair of boots.    And

         With it finally your turn, you walked up to the center of the room and placed your hand in side the large bucket. After a moment of feeling around for an item you wrapped your hand around what felt like plain paper. You lifted it out of the bucket to see you were right. It was just a piece of crumpled paper. “Well hopefully there's a name on this.” After straightening out the paper you could see “Pain” written in a very fancy style of writing. “Pain, this is yours.” “Yes, I'm aware.” Pain made no attempt to move. “I should remember what item I placed in the bucket.” &ldquo