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~~NOTICE, IS IN READER POV~~~ ~~~BECAUSE READER TAHT AWESOEM~~~ One More Day (FINLAND X READER) ~~~ MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ~~~          As the wind blew through my hair, I couldn't help but think of how tall this building was. Why on earth did Ihave to choose one with no chance of survival? Was it because I wanted to die quickly? Most likely. And my body slimed on Times Square for good measure. Oh, well. At least I accomplished my bucket list: Make sure EVERYONE knows my name, and never forgets it. Although, it isn't what I thought it would be. I wanted to be a famous doctor or engineer. I ended up an Internet idol for

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO THE FAN-FICTION I WROTE CALLED Jacksepticeye x Reader(One-Shot) Can I have a hug? YOU'LL PROBABLY BE FINE IF YOU READ THIS BY ITSELF BUT THERE WILL BE BACKGROUND KNOWLEDGE COMING FROM THE FIRST ONE. (y/n) = Your name (l/n) = Your last name (y/y/n) = Your YouTube Name (s/n) = Subscribers names   ie. Bobble heads, Swamp's, Bros (d/b) = Dog Breed So first things first, it's been almost 2 years since that fateful Friday night. And a lot of shit has happened. Don't worry it's been mostly good, but there have been some rough patches. Sean and I DID get together, yippy, and have been going out since our first kiss. About 2 mont

♛ Author's Note: Story contains swearing. Also, Reader is over 18. The teacup in your hand clattered against its tray as you walked down the hall on your way to Levi's office. You took in a sharp breath as another wave of arctic air assaulted your freezing skin; the only warmth you had was the steam from the hot tea you struggled to prevent from spilling. Each step on the cold floor allowed more chills to somehow seep through your boots, causing you to shiver violently. You were worried for the sake of Levi's tea and decided that you couldn't keep such a timid pace in an environment with such a lack of heat, so you held the hot cup fi

You sat on the hotel floor cradling your four month old baby, Junior. You really liked the name Lawliet and L had no real comment about the baby's name. Except "I think there is a fifty percent chance that the boy will be ok with this name..." Was all he said as he poked the newborn in his arms. He tried his best to keep you and his small child safe. Though nowadays you grow restless in your docile little hotel room. There was a soft knock on the door and L's head swiveled to look at it. "Who's there?" He called out. "Watari. I have your afternoon snack. "He said gruffly. "Come in. "He said turning his head back to the monitors. Watari o

Prince Emil Steilsson... I've heard that name before... Princess (Name) walked around the Royal Gardens, as the bittersweet breeze of the early morning made her gorgeous {H/C} hair flutter elegantly. Rumors have been spreading around our kingdom... Rumors about Prince Emil... Saying that he is cold-hearted and reckless. Yet I do not believe these rumors, since... I haven't met him in person yet. The young princess' {F/C}-colored dress swayed gracefully, as Princess (Name) stopped near a small grassland where certain flowers grew. Beautiful white flowers, an emblem of Prince Emil's kingdom... White Dryads. Smiling confidently, the y

Deciding that, for once, America would be the most enlightening person to talk to, you headed over to his house.  You were still confused about that other man.  Where did he come from? What was his name? And most importantly, why did he look so similar to America?  An exhausted sigh vocalized your frustration.  At least you were almost to America's house, and this could all be sorted out. You didn't bother calling America to tell him you were coming; the two of you were close friends.  Both of your doors were always open to one another.  Because of that, you also had no qualms with waltzing directly into his house.  Undoubtedly, he would eit

Vash hated wasting money, and he was pretty sure that, as his girlfriend, you would know that. So why… …why wouldn’t you drink the damn milk? “_____,” Vash growled, shoving the spoonful of milk in front of you, “Drink the milk. I spent money on this and it expires in a few days. I don’t want to let the money I spent on buying this go to waste.” “But Vaaaaash,” you whined, turning your head away, “I don’t wanna!” “And why not?” Vash hissed, his voice dripping with frustration as he once again redirected the spoon towards you. “You wanted milk,

Your parents always said that you lived in a heavenly world; or, at least, you were going to. You were moving into a new area today for personal reasons, and the area you were going to live in was a place your parents used to stay at. Here – well, according to them – the lovers are Italian, the cooks are French, the police are English, the mechanics are German and everything is organized by the Swiss. Apparently that was a good thing. You didn't really know. Nonetheless, as you trudged up the porch of your new house, you were pretty sure you were in anything but a heavenly world. In order to save money, you’d driven up

If there was one thing you could say with absolute certainty, it was the fact that you were completely and utterly not scary. While it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing – on the contrary, others would usually be glad to know that they didn’t frighten people - you actually took it a bit… personally, so to speak. “Romano!” you whined, limbs sprawled haphazardly across the Italian’s couch, “Why can’t I be scary!?” There was a sigh from the kitchen before your friend poked his head out from the doorway. “What are you talking about now, _____?” You mimicked his sigh. “I

    You’re in your bedroom, staring at the ceiling blankly. You softly move the fingers on your left hand. They tap on your soft sheets, like they would on a piano. The tune goes to (Insert Your Favorite Piano Played Song), making you smile at the slightest.     But after a while, the silent tune turns dark, and low. The notes that sang in your head, now dead and haunting. Behind your closed eyelids, a flash. A single flash of a pyramid. A moment flash of an eye. In other words… It’s him. Because he just can’t seem to leave you alone, he doesn't even have to be there to pry into your mind once more. Hell, he doesn't