its a story about you!(does contain some explicit language)

Want to know what your life is like with your dream Overwatch character then you have come to the right place hope you enjoy in. Also new to this so I hop I do well and have fun reading and you can request anything I am willing to give it a shot. Warning- There might be swearing, smut and maybe a few other things

Y/N is an ordinary girl who loves to watch anime and read manga. What will she do when her trip to England turns into a trip to one of her favorite animes? I don't own Black Butler. Credits go to the respective owners. (COMPLETED)

This is Walking dead x Reader but its the video game version K? DEAL WITH IT XD hope u lik plp DISCLAIMER: EVERYTHING THAT I TYPE BELONGS TO (c) Telltale BUT! I OWN GUSHERS THE PET FROG THAT I HAVE IN MY HOUSE, MY ROOM, WITH HER 12 COMPAINIONS. 4 PASSED ONES AND 8 ALIVE, BREATHING ONES YOU OWN YOUR SELF! THE PICTURES ARE NOT MINE THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS

Note: The main character shall have a name, but it will say you for the other things. Example: You dragged your broken leg down the stairs just as you heard Ciel say," Bella, seriously, don't you need help?" Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler. All characters outside of the original ones from the anime are mine.

Welcome back! To the second book to the My Marionette series! There's a new enemy on the loose, but without poor (y/n)'s powers, how is she going to defeat the new foe, a new breed of an underworld creature?

Little stories with a Baby! Reader and the Overwatch

(F/N) has always visited the local cafe to escape and get a little bit of freedom from her life at home. One day when the cafe is packed full, and the chair that (F/N) normally sits on is taken too, she asks whether she can sit next to a man who is sat by himself. Soon she finds herself making a new friend. Hetalia belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya Cover made by Alderheart Any pictures used aren't mine You belong to Italy or yourself If you're sensitive to mentions and scenes with abuse in them, than read at your own risk, I'll put warnings in the beginnings. I hope you enjoy!

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(Eight part story) You looked up to see that your room was completely painted in black, but the words written in red were gone, along with the voices. You shakily got to your feet, thinking it was over with. You were far from right. You looked towards the doorway to try and escape your horrible room. Your eyes immediately widened, filling with tears. You backed away, finally giving up and completely letting your emotions play across your face, despite who was standing in front of your door with a knife in her hand. (I don't own you, Hetalia, the picture, or Sweden. I own the storyline.)