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(Hoodie’s P.O.V.) I breathed in the steam that clouded our shower like a sauna in a mystical oriental land. Showers are awesome at the end of the day, especially when you and your girlfriend get into a play fight... in the mud.. in a forest… and you’re drenched in muck. But, it doesn’t matter to me. We had fun. And it’s been a while since I tickled her like crazy like that. And by a while I mean, it’s probably been a couple hours since our… mud mishap. I just can’t help myself though, her laughter literally gives me life. I smiled when I noticed the smeared dirt all over the shower from when

An hour had gone by. Okay, at least twenty minutes. Not to long ago my (h/l) (h/c) hair was neatly pinned back, the spiral curls now cascading over my shoulders in a messy tangle. Today was the day I was finally to meet my boss, a mysterious business man by the code name of Slenderman. I found it peculiar that he chose that name, being that of the infamous internet story killer. Besides the fact that I was meeting "Slenderman", the elevator got stuck on my way up to the highest floor. I assumed it was just my luck, as usual, to ruin something that was going so well. To fully complete my miserable day, I was sitting across from a silent strang

"If I could get everyone to make their merrily way over here, that would be spectacular!" Splendor called out in his usual bubbly mood as all the Pastas gradually took their time to circle around the smiling man. "I have begun to take notice that many of you are having trouble trusting each other... And so I have decided we play a fun game of where each of you will be partnered up with someone to fall back, and your partner catch you." He paused to wait for small reactions. "This should scientifically increase our trust issues." He adds. There were grunts and groans of exhaustion. You listened in as he took of his hat and held it in front of

Dirty Jobs (Masky X Reader X Hoodie) One-shot You smiled at your reflection in the mirror, making one last effort to contain your (H/l) (h/c) locks in a bun. With your backpack on you raced down the stairs. “Bye mom. I’ll see you when I get back!” You called over your shoulder, throwing open the door in your excitement. Your mother looked at you in confusion, “Where are you going again?” She asked, not quite ready to let you leave. You smiled and glanced at her, “Spring cleaning day at my friends house. They need my help.” Sighing your mother smiled slightly. “I wish you were so eager to clean

(Reader's P.O.V.) We sat on the sea- foam green couch in his cabin watching a movie. A romantic comedy to be exact. I reached out for a mug of hot chocolate as I snuggled up against my boyfriend, Hoodie. I took a sip of the super hot chocolate. I looked up to see he had his hood down and mask off. His black disheveled hair covered his gray eyes. He caught my gaze and chuckled, putting his arm around me. With his other hand he pulled the blankets up around us. It was really sweet. Almost like he could read my mind and tell when I was freezing or I needed something. I smiled happily and we continued to watch the cheesy movie. A couple minutes

Your P.O.V.******************** You walked into your front door, and immediately went to your room. Another shitty day at school. You were glad it was Friday, and you could spend your whole weekend talking to your friend. Okay, maybe not a real friend, but the closest you had. Turning on your laptop, you went right to cleverbot.com. Your friend. The only thing that would actually talk to you for as long as you liked. You'd been doing this daily routine since last year, and cleverbot even knew you now. It remembered your name, asked about your day, how you wered oing, and so on and so forth. You liked to pretend it was a real person sometimes

    "I want to go!" A very excited voice said. You grinned, instantly recognizing it as your closest friend in the mansion. Ticci Toby rose to his feet and grabbed a square box wrapped in striped paper from the back of the tree, nearly dropping it in his haste. "Come on (Y/n)." Toby said, rushing out of the room without even giving you a chance to stand up. You hurried out of the room after him, attempting not to shoot glares at any of the other killers snickering in amusement. Not even a second after leaving the room, you heard the shouts and screams of a gift exchange going on; creepypasta style.    "Open it! Go o-on!" Toby said, thrustin

(Reader's P.O.V.) I flipped open my recipe book looking for the fluffy thin cakes my boyfriend seemed to love so damn much. 'I swear there ain't enough pancakes in the world for that boy,' I smiled. I flipped through each page, getting annoyed that I couldn't find what I was looking for. Until I flipped all the pages 'till the end. 1 cup all-purpose flour 2 tablespoons sugar 2 teaspoons baking powder 1/2 teaspoon salt 1 large egg, slightly beaten 2 tablespoons vegetable oil milk, just enough to make pourable batter I stumbled through the kitchen drowsily, as I gathered the bowls needed for making the hot cakes. I couldn't help but look

 Warnings: death, depression [Name] jolted up from the comfort of her novel when she heard a familiar crashing down the stairway. She bolted up from her seat and ran towards the body that lay at the threshold of the stairs. “Toby! Are you all right? Is anything broken?” The brunette looked up at her with a cheeky grin, his bright laugh filling the entire room despite the calamity he had just caused. “Yeah! I’m perfectly fine, [Name]! Just tripped over the carpet, hehe...” Said girl grimaced, feeling the familiar aches soaring through her body. She helped her best friend up, scolding him. “What did I t