(づ￣ ³￣)づ⊂((・▽・))⊃⊂(･ω･*⊂) please lemme testify. YoU aCcUsE mE oF iT! yOu AcCuSe mE oF IT! The taste of you lips I'm on the run Your toxic I'm slippin' under With a taste of a poison paradise I'm addicted to you Don't you know that your toxic *Dum* *Dum* *Dum* *Dum* And I love what you do Did you know that your toxic
Not much Eddie x readers! (all the attention goes to Zack, no hate he's a good character) So I decided to make a Eddie x reader story!!! Apologizing in ahead for mistakes! Disclaimer: I do not own Angels of death or the art those belong to their rightful owners! However I do own the cover!! I suck at taking pictures...
Light and (Y/N) are best friends since birth. Both are extremely smart and extremely childish. What will happen when Light starts acting strange and secretive? Will (Y/N) discover his secret? Who will she meet? Read to find out. Ranked 1 #llawliet (A/n) Hello! This is the first story I am writing on here. I probably w...
"In the beat of a heart I was yours" Y/N smiled as Loke has a bit of blush on his cheeks Y/N is a red key;what is a red key you might ask. Well they are copies of the Golden Zodiac Keys expect they were hand made and ment to be evil but lucky most of those keys had been destroyed except for one Y/N the Lioness the fe...
(Y/n) is new to anima city. Hereby marked the 10 year anniversary and (y/n) runs into shirou- wait... why did he look so familiar...
|Discontinued| Y/n is the daughter of a overprotective meister, also the most powerful to graduate from DWMA academy, being the sheltered girl she is she's only ever met death scythe spirit, and lord death. so when 4 kids mysteriously showed up on her porch in the middle of the night of course she was curious.
‟Everyone is in here for a reason..." You woke up in a cold, dark room after a peculiar dream... You don't know how the hell you got there... But you DO know to get the crap out of where you were. What is it that you've done to deserve this? And is something like this even close to possible of being real? And why is...
