Greece x Reader: Cats And Naps
You were driving off to Greece's place. Your boss told you to make friends with him and you obviously had to since he's the boss. Japan said that Greece was a good friend so you didn't complain. Though when you saw him in meetings he just slept so you never got to talk to him.
"Um, hello?" you said. The place that Greece was said to be at was a area with ruins of what seemed to be ancient.
"Hello," a quiet voice said.
"Greece? Is that you?" you asked.
"Yes," Greece said. He was sitting on a bench with three cats beside him.
You walked over to him. "Hey, I'm (C/n)."
"I know," he said looking to the side. "Sit down."
You sat and a cat sat in your lap.
"Aww, this cat's cute," you said, petting the cat.
"Yeah, I like cats," Greece said. "Don't you?"
"Yeah I prefer cats more than dogs. I guess it's because it seems like cats are less touchy than dogs."
"Actually, cats can be very comforting at the worst of times," Greece said.
"I know. I've heard they are."
"Cats are amazing," Greece said,
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You yelled loudly, prolonging each syllable as you stomped into Izaya's office, face bright red with anger.
Izaya's hands stopped typing; his amber hues turned from the screen and stared at you. "You know, [Name], the more time I let you hang around Shizuo, the more you start to sound like him," he stated with a sigh.
You walked over to his desk and slammed a folder on his desk. On the cover, [Full Name] was written in neat handwriting and surrounded by tiny hearts; a small passport size picture was paper clipped on the top right corner, a photo of you.
The informant glanced at the folder momentarily before meeting your angry gaze. "Well, it's not nice of you to go through my belongings."
"Izaya!" You exclaimed again. "How many times do I have to tell you not to go through my information?"
"As many times a
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♡“You take care of me so … “♡
The bittersweet scent of chicken soup travelled the air like an airplane, from the kitchen to the living room and repeating the process.
An utter mess was the only adjective that could be applied to the living room. Tissues everywhere, some dirty some clean. The TV on a random channel, echoing a strange foreign language, maybe Spanish or even Mexican… or maybe it was the same thing. The heater was on, giving the person laid on the couch comfortable warmth that for other living people would be described as scorching heat. The body of a cold victim was securely wrapped around 3 covers, that didn´t allow any cold to seep in.
Interrupting the alien soap opera, a loud sneeze was given. The poor victim extended a trembling arm towards a clean tissue, but the confusion from the fever was making it a difficult task. After some blinking and shallow breathing, the ill person was abl
Call Me Maybe [Yato x Reader] CRACK!
You sensed a disturbance in the force. A dark presence loomed over you. The skin on the back of your neck prickled. Goosebumps formed along your arm. Your stomach churned, and cold adrenaline shot through your limbs as if preparing you for an attack.
Slowly, but surely, you crept towards the corner. To say the least, you were terrified, and you thought of every single horror movie you had ever seen. This might end poorly for you, but you would rather eliminate the threat than allow it to follow you home.
Your heart raced faster...faster...until the pulse pounded your ear drums. Your breaths came in short. You muscles tensed.
With a yelp, you jumped in front of the entrance of the alleyway only to find....
a stupid, dark haired hobo in a track suit making the stupidest face you had ever seen in your life.
Seriously, he looked like a damn cat with his mouth hanging open, and blue irises shrunk.
You groaned and planted your face in your hand. "Yato, what the actual hell?"
"Hey," he said,