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DirkJake: Find Your VoiceYour name is Dirk Strider and you are currently freaking the fuck out. Youve always thought of yourself as the cool one, the man in control, the one with the plan and the guy who always has the answer to everything.More Like This
There was never anything in your mind that could prepare you for the biggest obstacle youve ever faced. That obstacle happened to be one Jake English.
Jake English. The boy youve been dreaming about meeting for years. The very same boy youve had a crush on since you were thirteen. Hes tall, and tan, and about as awkward as you. You watch him shift from foot to foot, then smile a bit and walk forward. Hey there buddy! He greets you and laughs. I never thought the day would come Strider!
You want to say Me too. You want to say something so bad, but you just cant seem to find your voice. Instead you pull him into a hug and squeeze him tight.
Dirk? His voice sounds confused, but it soon melts in
I'm A Member Of The Midnight Crew (4)##I'm A Member Of The Midnight Crew!: 4##More Like This
#A few weeks later##
You hadn't thought about the incident a few weeks ago, for some odd reason. (A/N: If it was me, I'd never leave the Midnight Crew's hideout. xD) You had picked up a couple of routines a while ago. If you slept at your apartment: You'd go to the hideout, make lunch for everyone, play card games with Deuce, mess with Slick, run away from Slick if he chases you, watch tv with Boxcars and Droog, go on a heist at night, make dinner if you weren't too tired, shower, and go to bed. If you slept at the hideout: You'd make breakfast, be bored for about two hours and start cleaning, poke Slick with the broom a few times, dodge Slick's knives, finish cleaning and sit Slick's lap, fall off of his lap from him pushing you, sit in Droog's lap and read his paper with him, poke Slick with your foot, laugh when he threatens to cut it off, make lunch, play cards again, annoy Slick more, dodge more knives, tv with Boxcars, dinner, (sometimes)
I'm A Member Of The Midnight Crew (1)##Second point of view (A/N: It's easier for me to do reader inserts in second pov.)##More Like This
It's been a few days after the incident with The Felt and your joining of the Midnight Crew. And, today, your brain decides to be an ass and make you bored as fuck. (A/N: Ass fuck hurrhurr. /shot\) CURSE YOU BRAIN. So, out of pure boredom, you started cleaning your apartment. You plugged your ipod into the ihome and let it blast through the apartment. You were safe, most of your neighbors had went to work. You put it on your english song play-list and got to work. (A/N: Seriously. I have a play-list for Hetalia, Vocaloid, and then one for English singers. xD) Super Psycho Love by Simon Curtis started playing, which made you move along to the beat. (A/N: IF YOU HAVEN'T HEARD IT, GET OUT AND LISTEN. THEN COME BACK AND READ THIS.) You moved your hips to the beat as you dusted everything.
Suddenly, a knock sounded on your door. Sadly, your music was too loud. The person knocked louder, but you were obliv
Rufioh x Reader Looking for My WordsYou smiled up at Rufioh, quite literally as he was flying at the moment. "I should show you the sky, (Name)~ It's so amazing up there." You giggled and shook your head. He poked you cheek and pouted. “Come on, (Name)! Maybe you'll like it so much, that you'll start talking again!” Your smile softened and you patted his cheek.More Like This
-No thanks, Rufi. But thank you for offering. I love you.- you wrote. He smiled and kissed your nose affectionately.
“Flushed for you too, lovely.”
Rufioh watched as you played with fish. You’d been even quieter today, which worried him. No giggles or the like. Letting you play on, he began remembering back on your life before him. It had been a bad situation before he’d even stepped in...
Your parents had been a fairly rich family, loving and spoiling you. On a planet stuck with another species called Trolls, you’d been raised away from them and despite your kind upbringing by your parents, you had been encouraged to look
Karkat x Reader || Don't Go.// " D O N ' T G O ; I C A N ' T D O T H I S O N M Y O W N . " //More Like This
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There was absolutely no one in the entire universe, be it his or the human’s, that Karkat Vantas hated more than himself. He’d spend hours looking at his own reflection, picking out each unnoticeable flaw on his face and scowling at it. Sure, maybe in the other’s minds, it wasn’t noticeable, but to Karkat, it was all he saw. An ugly nose. Eyes that are too narrow, too black with bags and bitter apathy. A disgusting mouth, chapped from him continuously licking and biting his lips in the unconsciously nervous way that he always did. His grey cheeks, always flushed with a nasty red when he’s angry—which was all the time. His damned blood color. He hated that candy red. He hated that mutation. He a