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Mr. Handsome Markiplier x shy!reader   Bit fluffy. Or really fluffy. My first fic. Please don’t be too harsh, I tried. (y/n) – your name (b/f/n) – best friend’s name (y/f/c) – your favourite colour 4,036 words You’re finally relaxing at home on the couch after a long day at work catching up on some of your shows when your phone starts ringing. You look down to see your friend (b/f/n) calling, you let out a bit of a sigh and roll your eyes before answering. You know that if she’s calling at this time on a Friday it’s because she want to go out to a club or bar, which you were never too thr

Until Dawn - Your Story A tiny butterfly flapping its wings today may lead to a devastating hurricane weeks from now - The Butterfly Effect "Hey, Beth... Oh my god. Josh passed out?", you ask smiling as you enter the kitchen. Beth turns around to look at you. "(Y/N)... you should know him. He always drinks too much", she replies, while you make your way towards the sleeping man. The empty bottle on the table explains everything. "Jeremiah Gragg... Woah", you read the label on the bottle. Laughing you pat his shoulder, but Josh doesn't move an inch. "You are drunk as hell, buddy", you add and ruffle his hair. Usually he doesn't like when you

Snow was falling outside the Washington cabin as a storm was blowing in. I was sitting in the kitchen next to a passed out Josh drawing, Beth was staring out the window "hey sky, did u see that?" "Hu?" I ask not even looking up "My dad said it was just suppose to be us this weekend" "Yea" I mumble Beth sighs "Sky are you even listing?" "no" she laughs and walks up behind me "is that Brozer?" I smile "yea" "its good" I nod in thanks as a go back to drawing. Beth picks up a piece of paper "Hanna you look so damn hot in that shirt...I bet you're even hotter out of it. come to the guest room at 2:00 am, mike" she reads the note out loud, I

  AU in which Beth and Hannah never died and the prank never occurred and everyone is safe and not in danger of wendigos (especially Josh) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   You were riding the cable car with Chris; you along with the rest of your friends were going to the annual Blackwood getaway that Josh organized each year. You and Chris wanted to be the first ones to be there, mainly because you were Josh’s best friends, and being close to the Washington twins, they insisted on you being there first. You were looking out the cable car window, hearing your phone vibrate you reached for it, feeling your cheeks heat up with seeing Jos

*Male Cruella De Vil X Reader: Part 1* ~Author's Note: Bonjour!! As mentioned below: male De Vil inspiration came from another, characters all mine. I guess you could say this is the origin story for where Cruelle gets his iconic mink fur coat. Have fun!!~ ~Cruella=Cruelle~ The jarring vibrations of your phone accompanied by obnoxious music violently jolt you out of your slumber, pulling a groan from you as you debate whether or not to answer it. Your (e/c) eyes strained in the darkness to read the clock on your nightstand—2:36 a.m.—and you cuss under your breath after reading the caller ID. It’s your manager, but why the

*The Viper's Muse (Male!Cruella DeVilxReader): Part 1* ~Author's Note: Howdy howdy!! Glad to see ya'll reading my work :) Enjoy! NEXT PART IS UP!!~ ~Cruella=Cruelle~ “Muse: somebody who is a source of inspiration for an artist, especially for a poet.” At the time it seemed like an honest enough job, one that would require you to just sit there and be inspirational, right? Nothing sketchy or compromising in any way; just a model for an artist. That’s all. You remember repeating those notions to yourself as you drove to the loft of man you had zero clues about. You had been hired to act as his muse—maybe hired wasn