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Gilbert x Scientist!ReaderGilbert x Scientist!Reader by KayBay1thebeast3
This Ain't No Thinking Thing
As a young child, you had always scoffed at the tales of true love. Sparks flying, stomach flipping, heartwarming, HA you laughed. That is sci-in-tif-ic-aly impossible. You said.
Or at least you used to. But lately you weren’t too sure of yourself. Which as a scientist, you absolutely hated. So you took matters into your own sterilized hands and strapped on your lab coat and goggles. This was going to be the most meticulous, most important, most surprisingly and secretly terrifying experiment of your life. And Gilbert Beilschmit, the one who was the cause of all this drama, was going to be your test subject.
I been thinkin' 'bout our love situation
All this attraction in the present tense
OFFICIAL DOCUMENT OF OFFICIALNESS
__Y/N____’S LAB REPORT
DAY 1-TEST 1
You set down your fancy pen that you only use on special occasions and turned to face the man of your—ahem—test subject and abruptly stopped and s
Dark!EnglandxKidnapped!Reader (Fiancee)Dark!EnglandxKidnapped!Reader (Fiancee) by ValentinesForever1
Warning! Contains a dark England! There's language, violence, etc.
For (F/n) (L/n), living with Francis Bonnefoy had its disadvantages as well as its obvious advantage. For instance, he spent a lot of money on good quality wine because he didn’t “care for” the cheap kind that people on budgets got. However, he tried to make the bottle last and would wait a few weeks before getting a new bottle, so it wasn’t a weekly problem.
Although, the worse problem she had with him was centred on the women he brought to the apartment. There was always some woman that had a serious problem that it seemed only he could solve, but whoever it was would shoot her a glare as soon as they saw the (birthstone) ring on (Y/n)’s finger. He’d gotten it for her a year ago, but he was insistent that they have enough money for a proper proposal and a big, romantic wedding back in Paris. That meant that they’d have to wait for who knew how long