Mark X Reader
I let the bath water run, making sure it was almost hot before adding a dash of liquid soap to it. The instant foaming of bubbles and the scent of winter spice filled the steamy air, inhaling it as I sat on the edge. I put everything aside, in reachable distance, and made sure to start adding cold water to temperate the hot. It made the room feel incredibly nice.
“Mark it’s getting ready!” I shouted, but I didn’t get a response, which made me bit my lip. Ever since Mark had this ‘little accident’ with a stone staircase, he had been stuck around the house lately, his cast preventing him from moving most of the time. He sat around, playing games for his fans, or doing mundane things to waste time, but I could see he was eating himself up in boredom, even resorting to prank calling Wade during the night.
Because of this, I had been spending more time over here, fighting his objections and taking care of him. For
(Sally = Sal) (Jack = Jackie) (Zero = Same name but is now female ghost cat)
(Dr. Finkelstein = stays the same but it now female)
(Just pretend you're some kind of Halloween Town creature in this fan fiction; like a vampire, witch ,etc.)
Your best friend Jackie Skeleton was obsessing over this strange brand new holiday called Christmas. The tall lithe skeletal woman dressed in a gothic black and thin white striped dress was currently wrapping objects in colorful paper, many in green and red. You didn't quite
Warning: Hetalia men are flirting with YOU! Also there are a few curse words!
“Ravioli, ravioli!” Veneziano cheered and served the pasta. “Bella, won’t you give me your numberoli?”
“That’s so cute, Veneziano. You made number and ravioli rhyme!” You giggled at his silly pick up line.
Francis sat down beside you and put his arm around your shoulder. His sultry voice mumbled low into your ear. “If you chose him, he’ll make you breakfast every day, but if you chose me, I’ll be your breakfast every day. Je t’aime.”
“Wine bastard! Fratello! Let me show you how it is done!” Romano strolled into the room and locked eyes with you. “Rose are red. Violets are blue. Damn. Let me kiss you!”
“Blunt, but straight to the point.” You smiled.
The testosterone levels were rising. Why were these men being extra flirty today? V
"WAAAAHH, NO! BAD PLU-PLU!" You squeal loudly as you are most literally drug through the busy streets of London behind the overly happy dog man known as Pluto. The albino dog like man howled excitedly as he kept charging down the streets hunched down like an actual dog. "Why in the world did Sebastian make me take you today!? You're all wound up!" You cry while trying your best to pull back roughly on the leash that was attached to Pluto's black dog collar. Pluto's head yanks back as you tug on the leash to make him stop running for absolutely no reason. "No, Plu-Plu! Bad boy!" You scold him as he finally stops to look back at you. His bright crimson red eyes squinted as he began whimpering from your harsh tone of voice.
"Just stay still, Pluto! And you need to stand up like a normal person and walk next to me! Not in front of me!" Pluto finally listening to you, he obediently stands up
“Sure, what is it dear?” Quickly, you followed him into the other room, seeing as he was actually willing to talk to you tonight.
“Daddy, how much do you make an hour?” A gasp left Arthur’s lips as his mind began to wonder why you felt the need to know. He shook his head to rid himself of sleep, seeing as he could barely see straight.
“Why do you ask such a thing?” he questioned while setting his briefcase
"Who did you say was a super-ultra short kid?!"
"Who did you call an ultra hyper midget?!"
"Who did you call miniature size?!"
"Who did you call a shorty who's so small that he's barely visible and hard to target?!"
"Who did you call a shorty that has to be looked through a magnifying glass to actually be seen?!"
"Who are you calling a bean?!"
"Who are you calling a super midget that makes you want to step on him?!"
"Who are you calling a tiny bug that escapes the wrath of a shoe because he's so small that he fits in the grooves and can't get squashed??!"
"Oh yes, I'm so small that you can't see me amongst the grains of sand, like always--!"
"Who're you calling small enough to fit in a microhematocrit tube?!"
"Who are you calling smaller than Endolimax nana??!"
"Who're you calling so small you have to use an oil immersion lens to see him??!"
"Hey!!! Who's calling me a short little shrimp you can't even
He rubbed his 6 month belly, the baby wouldn't settle and he groaned at the pain.
Six months ago he wouldn't even think that would be in this position. Though no relationship is picture perfect. His ex-boyfriend kicked him out immediately, as he never wanted to have children.
At first he tired to beat him, but when that didn't work throwing him out on the streets was the next best option.
He heard a crash above him. The sky darken and the winds changed. He sighed putting his hoodie on and shoving his hands in his pockets.
The rain began to fall as he lowered his head in hopes of blocking some rain droplets from his belly.
Male pregnancy wasn't at all new to the world. It is normal in some places and to some people, but there are always those people who shun others.
Which is another reason why he finds himself on t