|My Uta no Prince Sama OC, Annette Williams. Her theme song is: www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_cnbw…|
Forever In Your Love -Final- (Stein X Reader)Forever In Your Love -Final- (Stein X Reader) by cimberla
"Do you think she'll be ok?" A voice said
"I think so. We stopped the bleeding just in time. The fall to the ground was a serious toll on her head. She was lucky she didn't end up in a coma." Another voice said.
Coma...? What happened?
"That boy she brought back has been sitting in his room for days now. The only reason we are sure he isn't gone is because when we give him food the tray comes back empty."
"And what about Stein? Has anyone found any trace of him yet?"
"No. He almost killed 4 of our guys and broke my arm. Wherever he is, we have to find him and put him down for good."
Put him down for good...? NO!
"Spirit, he's going to be a father. Don't you think that's a little rash? Thin
Stein x Reader: Experiment in Romance~Stein x Reader: Experiment in Romance~ by D4RK-CH4N
You never liked the holidays. You couldn’t accept the fact that people were just happy to be together. In fact, the thought of happy people made you nauseous. You never had that experience, so you never liked it. You never tried anything you didn’t like anyways.
The DWMA seemed icy cold during the middle of December. All of the smiles and cries of joy- it was sickening. You walked down the halls to your classes with your warm coffee in your hand, and your (f/c) sweat jacket held it close.
“HEY!” A young voice tried to call you. Not this kid.
He pushed you down, your coffee spilling on the carpeted floor.
“Where’s my breakfast, dog?” the kid was now standing over you, his ego making a huge shadow.
“I didn’t bring you any. Deal with it.” This kid was starting to piss you off.
“Oh, yeah? Tsubaki! Ninja star!” Apparently, this kid wants to fight today. This is about to make a turn for the worse.
“I’m not fi
Reader Insert:The Princess Bride *Extended Ending*England x ReaderReader Insert:The Princess Bride *Extended Ending* by little-soka
You woke up in the middle of the night to the pitiful whimpering of an infant so you quietly got out of bed as to not disturb your husband, Arthur, from his much needed sleep. You looked at his peaceful, sleeping face, his eyebrows scrunched a bit from the stress of his days when he was awake. He worked so hard to keep you and the baby safe from harm...these hours of peace were sacred in themselves.
The ship beneath your feet swayed a little, making you lose balance slightly as you walked to the bassinette on autopilot. You lit a candle to give you some light and you rubbed the sleep from your eyes before you peered over the lace coverlet.
Staring up a
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