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Under Warning- Jeff and ReaderUnder WarningUnder Warning- Jeff and Reader by DJ-Sky-Storm-117
Jeff & Reader
There is someone in my house. I can almost feel their touch, their breath heavy in the summer breeze. I thought opening the upper windows on such a night would be a good idea, but some intentions aren't the best at times.
I don't know when the power went out, but I had jolted from my bed seeing my nightmares in the corners of my room, the visions fading into only emotions when I staid like that for some odd minutes. Swiping the sweat from my forehead, I had come to see that my fan was off, and my alarm clock was no longer shining it's lime green numbers.
Power outages were common during this time of the year, but I was hoping that the electric company would get it fixed soon. It had suddenly seemed very hot. Deciding that a glass of water would be nice, I slipped out under my sheets and made my way across the wall. It was in that process that I realized something very strange.
Depths-BEN and ReaderDepthsDepths-BEN and Reader by DJ-Sky-Storm-117
BEN & Reader
You know those times you loose track of time and space? Those moments of lost reality, where you wake up out of your thoughts and realize the world around you is ahead? I just had one, but.....it was different then the others.
I know you expect me to be vigilant when playing with you, the games are fun. Though, I do get tired of CoD after a few hours. It's just, I was here, then I felt myself slipping. Like, my feet lost contact with the ground and I just started to fall back into this darkness.
There was no fear, no moment of horror, just this airy relaxing free-fall. Then, I went under. The darkness was water, actual water. I could see the rippling waves of blue above me, a few air bubbles floating up and up to the surface. It was slightly cold, but cooling, as if I had a fever or something. I don't know how long I was there, or why I didn't need to breathe, so I guess it wasn't long before I saw him.
Almost like a shadow co
Please Just Laugh-Laughing Jack and ReaderPlease Just LaughPlease Just Laugh-Laughing Jack and Reader by DJ-Sky-Storm-117
Laughing Jack & Reader
Things aren't doing well for me. For how long, I don't know. Maybe it started a month ago? Or last week?? I can't remember. Every time I try, this blank emptiness fills the void that should be showing me what I did, what I ate, where I went. There's....nothing. Nothing at all. Except...
I try not to acknowledge this, because of all the health problems that relate to memory loss. It's bad enough that I suffer from so many disorders and diseases that I have on my black list, some too complicated to pronounce even after years of hearing it. I guess there is only so much that I can learn.
Yeah, adding amnesia would only make my doctor want to put me out of my misery, the poor guy the number one contact on my cell. It's all that bad. I have had so many surgeries, medications, therapies, hospital visits, everything medically imagined. Everything a harsh experience. Except cancer. No, that is the one thing I am blessed withou
Tainted Dreams[Darkiplier x Reader, with implied Markiplier x Reader. 2nd Person POV (I/You/She)]Tainted Dreams by ISmellGooood
Wow, you loved what you did.
When you told people you made YouTube videos, they accepted it easily, but as a CAREER? Hardly anyone believed it. How could you make money by playing games and goofing off?
Well, either by being hilariously bad at it, or totally fucking awesome at it. You happened to be the latter.
On top of being absolutely boss at video games, you were also extremely sarcastic, and not afraid to get a little silly from time to time. Your fans absolutely loved you. Anything from Indie Horror to Comedy to Drama, any game tossed at you was completed with ease, and you were pretty funny while doing it. But of course, there's no better video for YouTube gamers than when playing with OTHER YouTube gamers!
That, of course, is why making a huge Prop Hunt video with some other Famous YouTubers for your 1,000,000 subscriber special made the most perfect sense.
"I demand a hint!" You heard Pe
MarkiplierxReader - Agateophobia - IMarkiplierxReader - Agateophobia - I by alexjackson1988
You half expected to hear "Good evening, Clarice," as you went to meet your new patient.
You had taken a particular interest in the mentally disabled when you were studying at [college/university]. Now, a few years out of graduate school, you earned the right to be called a doctor. Within the medical community, you were well known. Wesley Psychiatric Hospital took an interest in you, and you returned it, nearly curing patients with your, well, patience. Some say you connected on a deeper level than most doctors could. But that came with a price.
You were vulnerable to picking up their habits. One patient you had would tap both feet, right, left, right, like he was marching. The week after he checked out, you caught yourself tapping your feet like he did. Sometimes you acted out like them. You were lucky you hadn't been talked to or even fired. Actually, you wondered if you weren't crazy yourself.
Today, however, there was nothing to mimic. Your shoes clacked on the concrete floor as yo
The Perfect Storm~2P! Canada X ReaderThe Perfect StormDepends on length. (Lemons, OC'c, Canon, anything goes!!)
2P! Canada X Reader
Slight cuss, and a little dead person. Don't worry, he's a nobody!
Mirrors reflected on the ground the one, emotionless face that Matt made. They sometimes shifted and then flattened out again, constantly moving. They had the ever changing ability that he didn't, expressing any feeling they had that he couldn't show. It maddened him.
For now, he sat alone on a bench in the park of a degraded city, ever so slightly ignoring the drone of cars and people. The sun would be setting, the colors bleeding across the sky with dazzling appeal if not for the steel gray screen lying across the abyssal blue. A cold breeze was blowing by, but it went unfazed by the Canadian. Nothing really concerned him now days, not the screams of agony and misery, nor any cuts or bruises he received in fights. No, only one thing bugged him. His ever changing moods.
Al told him it was nothing but a faze, he'd s