7 min in Heaven Reader X Markiplier
"Sure." I put my hand into the hat and pulled out a box of cheese its? "Okay,how did you get an entire box of cheese its in here,Mark?"
"I'm just that manly,(y/n)!"
"Stop wasting time you two!Into the closet," Cry pushed us into the closet. "7 min start now."
"So Mark I see you are sober now."
"Yes I guess so." A few seconds later I decided to talk but was interrupted with Mark moving closer to me.
"Mark,what are you doing?"
"Nothing." He said getting closer.
"Mark?"He was inches away from my lips.
"U-um..."I blushed,he smirked then closed in and kissed me,I was shocked for a little and just when he was about to pull away and apologize (Possibly?) I pulled him back in for a kiss. I felt sparks instantly I deepened the kiss by wrapping my arms around his neck.It was just perfect but of course the need for air had to ruin it/ (Damn it air XDD) "I love you Mark Fischbach!"
"I love you to (Y/N)(L/N)!"
"Why are we yelling!"
"I don't know!"
"Both of y
Hetalia X Suicidal!Reader: Farewell......The pen in your hand burned. Just holding it in your shaking grasp caused intense pain and discomfort. But what else was new? This feeling was something that had made itself a home in your daily life. It left you broken, beat, tired, and depressed. If there had been any bit of light left in your dark hole of self hate, it would have been your friends. But it was unnecessary to cause them any trouble. Surely they would move on eventually, you were not something to be dwelled on after all.
The pen kissed the paper and danced along the blurry lines. Your writing came out a bit shaky, but what else to be expected? It was readable, and that was all that mattered.
Slowly your words were formed on the paper. They were clear, blunt, and got the message across. And if there wasn’t enough emotion laced in the letters themselves, then the occasional tear stain should do the trick.
Would this hurt them? Would it