I was harshly ripped from my life and catapulted into another. For one hundred and sixty years, I've been sleeping in a metallic tube cryogenically frozen, preserved and lunged through the wraps of time into the dimension of Mass Effect, a year before Eden Prime. Not even miracles can help me now. Self-Insert.

Sometimes, the smallest and seemingly insignificant things that one had done in the past, will find its way back to its source. Michael will learn that it certainly is true for him when a piece from his past catches up to him. A daughter.

After a shattering disaster, my friend and I are captured by a Host Club. I'm forced to work as a maid, while my friend has to entertain female guests. Tamaki/OC. Hikaru/OC. Possible Kyoya/OC. HIATUS.

He's cynical. Sarcastic. A dork. He's also my science partner, who I slowly begin to realise means a lot more than that to me. But with his deep rooted infatuation on Lydia Martin, he only see's me as a friend. How can I deal with being friendzoned in the middle of a supernatural battlefield? Ah, such is the life of a teenager. OC/Stiles HIATUS