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Markiplier x Bi!Reader: Stay This was bullshit. Really big fucking bullshit. Over something so small, too.Markiplier x Bi!Reader: Stay by KingofHearts709
"Get out," she told you. You left, pulling out your cellphone as tears ran down your face.
"Hello?" came the deep voice of your best friend.
"Hey, Mark," you answered, trying to sound as cheerful as possible, though it was difficult. "Can I come over, now? Please?"
"Yeah, sure." You hung up as he was about to ask why.
"Hey, what happened?" he asked as soon as you entered the door. You took a deep breath.
"I'm moving," you said finally. His face look questioning.
"To a new house? To your own place in LA?"
"Washington. Spokane." Mark's face faltered, as did his voice.
"What happened?" You closed your eyes tight.
"I told my parents I was bisexual...and they're kicking me out. I don't have enough money for my own place, so I'm living with my aunt soon. I move Friday." Mark
AU!Markiplier x Reader: Pictures Last Longer Click.AU!Markiplier x Reader: Pictures Last Longer by KingofHearts709
Mark Fischbach with all his college glory, and he was taking pictures. Pictures of literally nothing. Trees, stairs, grass.
Well, maybe it wasn't nothing to him. It was beautiful to him. Fantastic. He loved photography. It was his thing, really.
But, of course, there was something he loved even more.
You with absolutely no college glory, and you were drawing pictures. Pictures of anything. Characters, cubes, buildings.
It didn't feel like anything to you. It was boring. Dull. You loved drawing. But it was extremely difficult.
But there was one thing you would always draw.
It started on a Tuesday about a month ago. A piece of something slid under your dorm room door, a photo. It was a picture of the front steps of the school. On the back was a note.
"If you ever have trouble drawing, you can always draw my
Cryaotic x readerCryaotic x reader by Cryaotic8008135
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-Pick a dress that you are wearing-
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-Pick a high heels-
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Your heels clicked against the warm sidewalk as your dress caressed your soft gentle skin. You felt eyes upon your figure, but you didn't notice since you had your music on full blast. You saw in the corner of your eyes some guys talking and checking your body out, but you just flipped your hair and continued walking towards your bffl Cry's house. You and Cry have been friends since the sand box. You remember the times where he never wore a mask over his face, until he became a famous YouTuber. You two became very distant as he became more popular. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair, calming your nerves.
You were on your laptop one day, watching Game Grumps play Mario Party, until your phone went off. It was an unknown number, but as soon as
Cryaotic x ReaderCryaotic x Reader by Cryaotic8008135
You were backstage, watching the famous people of Whoes Line is it Anyways mess around. You name is (f/n) (l/n), a very famous YouTuber with over 26 million subscribers. Your best friends are Cryaotic, Pewdiepie, and CinimonToastKen. You had received an email to be the star guest on Whoes line is it, so you accepted and dragged non-other than Cry with you. Through the ride there, you and Cry were singing to Limelight. Cry did his lines and you did Boyinaband’s part. After a while, you both were singing to random songs while Cry would try to mess with the steering wheel, but you slapped his hand. He would pout under his mask, but you waved your hand waving his pout away. He pulled his mask up some to reveal his lips and nose, still wearing the pout to you. Your face burned pink, but you kept your eyes on the road. You felt his hand on your leg, making your leg twitch.
“Cry, hands to yourself!”
He chuckled and moved closer to you, knowing that you had feelings for
Father!EnglandxDaughter!Reader Growing upIt was your 16th Birthday. You had a great day! You had friends over, you got to cook food, you even got to teach your father how took cook a few things. After everyone left, you put all of the new stuff you got in your room, and your Father was downstairs, reading a book.
You were putting some of the new clothes you got in your closet, and dropped one of them. You bent down, and picked it up, and saw a box in the back of your closet. You reached in your closet, and grabbed the box and pulled it out.
"Hey, a box of my old toys.." You smiled, and opened it up. There were dolls, little animal things, and a bunch of other stuff.
You stood up, and walked out of your room, and went up to the attic. You went over to a big box, full of your old toys, drawing, some pictures, baby clothes, ect.
You grabbed a picture, and looked at it. It was Big Brother America giving you a piggy back ride. You frowned, you were to big for piggy back rides now...You really missed America giving you playing with
Camera Shy [Hetalia: Prussia x Reader]You grimaced as the small digital camera edged closer to your face. You blushed slightly and moved towards your small plane window and leaned your forehead against it, trying to act as if you were interested in the fluffy white clouds which looked practically solid below you. The camera edged closer closer
"Will you STOP it, Gilbert!"
"Kesese! What's the problem, [Name]? Scared of a camera?"
"No! It's just uncomfortable and creepy with you doing that!"
"If you were wondering, [Name], the Awesome Me did accidentally take a picture of you looking out the window."
You lunged for the camera, screaming something like, "GIMME THAT!"
You were pretty photo-shy. You hated seeing yourself on camera or in photos with a fake smile or being taken a photo of while you weren't paying attention at all.
"Nein! Kesesese[Name], ahh!"
At that point, Gil as leaning as far away from you as possible without squishing his brother Ludwig, who was dozing with a Skymall magazine open in h
Neko!Prussia X Reader Bathtime (Pt. 3)“Gilbert~!” your voice echoed through your house, “Bath time~!” There may or may not have been a sadistic smile on your face... You walked slowly and stealthily down the hall into the living room. There was a silvery-white tail protruding from behind the sofa. It flicked up and down nervously. You used your ninja skills to creep forward without making a sound. Then, you pounced.
“I’VE GOT YOU!!!” you cried as you threw yourself onto Gilbert’s crouching form.
“Mraow!!” he cried out as he began to struggle. You were pretty strong though, and you held him down. However, Gilbert, being a cat, was lean and muscular and his thrashing was wearing you out.
“Hey Gil,” you whispered sexily as you leaned down and licked his neck, “if you don’t cooperate, I’ll make you take two baths.”
Gilbert’s body went limp, and you relinquished your hold on him. There were tears at the corners of his sca
Nordics x Mute! Reader: Easier Done Than Said
“I love the snow.” You said to yourself as you were walking to the house of your friends, the Nordics. You were staying with them while your place was going under construction. You held a couple plastic bags in your hands filled with your purchases from the grocery store. You breathed in the cold air as you smiled. You were about half way to the Nordic’s home when the winds started to pick up. The snow that was picked up in the wind was so thick you barley could see where you were going. “Well there are the bad sides of the snow I guess.” You told yourself as you heard a cracking from above as you looked up seeing a large branch tumbling down on top of you.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help, Sweden?” Finland asked as he and Sweden were on their way back from cutting firewood. He shook his head as he held the stack of firewood on his shoulder.
As soon as they saw their home in sight Hanatamago stopped and looked do
Cafetalia X Reader - Norway “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Norwegian Airlines flight 23 with non-stop service to Oslo, Norway. Please turn your attention to the flight attendant nearest you for our safety demonstration. Please follow along with the safety card located in the seat pocket in front of you. Please make sure your seatbelt is securely fastened at this time. To fasten, insert the loose metal buckle into the holder. Tighten so it fits firmly around your waste. To fasten, pull the loose belt. Also, make sure all carry-on items are stored in the overhead bins or under the seat in front of you…” The perky flight attendant recited.
You let her speech fade into the background as you took in your rather big surroundings. A three seat aisle connected you to your friend who decided to spend her college break going to Norway with you, her younger not-quite-in-college-yet companion. She has heard the safety speech before, so she had all of her stuff tucked a