Makithehybrid

You knocked on the door of your long time friend and local crazy, Dr. Franken Stein. To tell the truth, you had developed a little crush on the silver haired, glasses wearing weirdo. You were startled by a call from inside "Who is it?" "It's [Name], Stein!" You called with a smile There was a long, slightly worrying pause. You began to wonder if you had interrupted him dissecting something or conducting some dangerous experiment of some kind. But, to your surprise, he called for you to come in. Nervous, you opened the door, half expecting there to be some sort of trap attached to the handle. Luckily, that wasn't the case and you went inside w

Reader x Sealand – Started with a Promise Note:  Okay, while Sealand is an adorable little guy I think I kind of screwed up his character.  I’ll let you guys decide lol and I kind of went back and forth with this story, so I apologize if it’s not as good as the other chapters. “Vell (Name)?  Is zhere anyvone you wish to stay vith? “Umm… I honestly don’t even know who to pick.” He nodded in agreement as did most of the other countries.  They couldn’t expect you to just choose someone at random, especially when you really only knew them from the anime.  They could all have different pers

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

Kankri Vantas: That's when a car flashes its brights, and you hear a loud whistle tweet from the rolled down window. You turn on your heel, tears still streaming down your cheeks, eyes widening. If you could see yourself, you be easily compared to a deer in headlights with your shock. A figure climbs out of the car, a black shadow to your current vision with the lights glaring in your eyes. Your shoulders shake, and you go to take a step back when the figure advances on you. How you managed to forget you were perched at the top of a bridge, is a complete mystery, but you did, until your body started to fall backwards. A scream erupts from y

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

Drocell Keinz/Reader one-shot - Master of Mine ♥----♥----♥ So this was it. You peered up at the old painted wooden sign of the shop that held a vast collection of various dolls inside. You didn't know anything about the old run down shop except the fact that you now held the keys to it. Your parents had been the one buy the quaint little shop for your birthday. They knew how much you loved dolls and decided it would be a good idea to buy you your own doll house. This wasn't exactly what you were expecting and quite frankly it wasn't exactly something you even wanted. Your parents just happened to be very wealthy people who

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

He looked over the ominous shop looming in front of him, one with a big and colourful advertisement above the heavy doors and he immediately felt outraged and jealous. There was THIS shop, one that was always full of Elsen clients, one that was always colourful and had that happy vibe despise from the zones’ usually boring air. This thing stole his clients, all of them, and even Batter went to buy there sometimes, the shop even took over the mall, and had great variety of merchandise. This was the one which name was everywhere, named by everyone and the one that had a ginormous office in every zone; Solaria. That was the name that mad

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

  "You don't love me," you said quietly.        You stood with your fists clenched, bowing your head quietly. In front of you stood Eren whose eyes were wide in shock, his mouth open, but no words coming out.        "Hey, [Name], it's not-" Eren started.        "Don't bother making any excuses," you sneered. The shock had slowly faded into anger. It had only been just minutes before when you had caught your so called loyal boyfriend cheating on you with some other girl.        "How long has this been going on?" you demanded. "Why couldn't you just tell me? Damnit! If you stopped loving me, you could have at least told me so we would h

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

Author's Note: Hey Everyone! A little one-shot for everyone... But not just everyone, for thesapphirestar! It was a request asked not to long ago.... AHEM. I'm sorry, it was requested a month ago. I apologize for uploading and publishing so late. Happy Belated Birthday, my dear! I really hope you all, and as well as star, enjoy this! I love you guys! -- Every stroke he made, he thunk. What should I do... Every breath he inhaled and exhaled, he imagined. Should I surprise her... Every lap he completed, he envisioned. Hmmm, I could have everyone help me out... A slap on the edge of the pool side, he completed. Yeah, I could probably p

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

    Francis sighed peacefully through his nose, letting his mother run her fingers through his soft blonde hair as the two of them watched a French movie, The Intouchables. It wasn’t exactly appropriate for a child his age, but Francis begged (Name) into watching it. While it may not have been age appropriate, the story was very nice.    “Mama . . .”    (Name) turned her head to see Antonio and Gilbert standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing their pajamas. She quickly paused the movie, gestured them to come over and they did, climbing over Francis’s legs to sit on the couch next to (Name).    “We’re

You sat on your towel nervously looking out at the crowded beach. It was the summer holidays, a few more days until school started and your friends and you have decided to go out to the beach to have some fun. You were never the party-goer or the party pooper but since Hinata had summoned up the courage to got to the beach, why couldn't you? Most of the lunch times, you stayed in the library: you were never the out going girl. Group work in class was the worst. The teacher would often put you in groups where he or she thought you would belong. You always ended up doing the whole project by yourself. That's not entirely true. Not always wer

You sat on your towel nervously looking out at the crowded beach. It was the summer holidays, a few more days until school started and your friends and you have decided to go out to the beach to have some fun. You were never the party-goer or the party pooper but since Hinata had summoned up the courage to got to the beach, why couldn't you? Most of the lunch times, you stayed in the library: you were never the out going girl. Group work in class was the worst. The teacher would often put you in groups where he or she thought you would belong. You always ended up doing the whole project by yourself. That's not entirely true. Not always wer

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3QMpozPvUQ Please listen while you read!) Gone... The man you once knew, the gentle, compassionate man you once loved, the positive spark that lead you from darkness, every last part of him, was snuffed out. Veins throbbed in his forehead. White teeth, baring, sharp and ravenous, glimmered in the dim light. Bloodshot eyes peered into yours. Flaming hair pooled over his shoulders. Every muscle in his body tensed as his nails dig into your wrists. Escape diminished within the bars of the cell, and the walls seemed to close in around you. “Kou...jaku,” your voice broke as smoldering breath ca

Shinomiya woke as the sun was barely rising. The morning light peaking through the slight gaps between the heavy lidded curtains signaled the dawn of the new day. Shinomiya could feel your steady breathing on his naked torso as well as the rise and fall of your chest against his. Your serene sleeping face which greeted him brought a smile to his face. You were deep asleep, he could tell, seeing as you barely nudged as he combed his fingers through your tresses. Knowing you to be a light-sleeper, it surprised him how fast asleep you still were. He supposed the events of last night played a part in your current predicament which further broad

          Eager to finally have your turn, the second you saw the last couple exit the bathroom, you jumped to your feet and took your place next to the watering can. Unable to wait for Genos any longer, you lifted your hands to your mouth and called out to him. “I'm going to go ahead and get my item if that's okay with you.” Only now making his way towards you, Genos nodded. “I don't mind at all. Please, be my guest.” “Perfect.” Honestly, you had already begun your item search, but at least now you actually had his permission to be doing so. A few seconds after your search began, however, you felt a shar

Blue eyes look around the house empty of all your belongings. Tears fall down her cheeks as her hand holds the note you left her. She hasn't read, but she knows it can't be good, considering the circumstances. She opens it and the first four words are enough to make her sob. I still love you. I still love the way that I would feel when I'd wake up to you. I still love the goofy dance you would do when we'd beat Anna and Kristoff at board games. I still love the way you would laugh at my attempts at singing. I still love the way that your hair would flow in the wind. I still love the way your hand fit in mine. I still love the way you w

you definitely weren't expecting to find a confession from him in your high school planner [warnings: discussion of weight based insecurity, quite a lot of swearing?] {Last year of high school} It was the end of yet another school day, and like every other school day, you were just glad it was finally over. Well, you would have been, if you could find your school planner, but the thing seemed to have dissipated into the aether sometime between lunch and your last lesson. How were you supposed to get home to relax – you mean, to study – without your planner? Just as you were about to give up, frustrated at the loss of all that i