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Fireflies. [John x Male!Reader]"John, where exactly are you taking me?"Fireflies. [John x Male!Reader] by FullyUnique
The black-haired teen beside you chuckles, his grasp on your hand tightening for only a fraction of a second before loosening once more. He dismisses your concern with a wave of his other hand, or at least, you assume he does, the douche. You're blind-folded after all, have been for the past thirty minutes or so, and the only reason you've put up with his shenanigans and haven't demanded to be released is because you trust the prankster. You know that when he says making you go through all of this is "worth it" he means it, though whether this is all some elaborate prank and it'll be "worth it" for him has yet to be determined.
"Just a little farther, [Name], and we'll be there!" John says, and somehow you just know he's sporting a grin that reveals a pearly pair of large buckteeth. The thought makes the corners of your own lips twitch upward, though the action is brief as you suddenly trip over a rather large tree root,
Red Carpet (Trenderman x Male!Model!Reader)"(Male Name)! (Male Name)! Look this way!"Red Carpet (Trenderman x Male!Model!Reader) by xXDarkNymphXx
"Pose for us!"
"(Male Name), I love you!"
Your entire world was currently a blur of sounds, smells, and flashing lights as you left your third fashion show that week- your twenty-first show ever. The amount of attention you received was astounding, but you took it in stride as you strutted down the plush, red carpet toward your (f/c) Lamborghini Aventador.
Armed guards held back the screaming fangirls, and the paparazzi swarmed you, trying to claim the best shots for the various magazines they were tied to.
You paid the people surrounding you no mind, instead striding forward with such confidence that it made the screaming girls swoon.
The tail of the minty (f/c) scarf that was draped around your deep grey t-shirt floated behind you. Your (e/c) eyes reflected the cameras' lights as you glanced around, making them seem that much deeper and more mysterious. Your (shaggy, straight, etc.) (h/c) hair that was basically trademarked ruff
Expiration Date MedicXMale!ReaderAs you'd suspected no one decided to tell there last wish or whatever. The only two that put cards in the bucket where you and Scout, and so far it seemed so far all of Scouts were just drawings that made fun of Spy. With a snort you grab one of Scouts cards.Expiration Date MedicXMale!Reader by Bunnola
"I'm surprised you can draw so well..."
Holding in the rest of your laughter you flick the card to Spy.
"For the record, I think you and the Eiffel Tower make a lovely couple."
With a roll of his eyes Spy starts to dig around for a card that wasn't one of Scouts. He finds one and reads it over for a moment, before nodding to himself in agreement. You raise a brow figuring it has to be your card. Your (e/c) eyes lock with Spy's, and he nods again.
"This is kind of personal I'd rather not read it out loud..."
Oh thank god...
This statement does bring a few raised eyebrows from the other men around you though. Running a quick hand through your hair you clear your throat, not wanting every member of the team to know
[JohnxReader] NumbNumb[JohnxReader] Numb by BexieCain
Your name is (y/n) and you were, are, and always will be just that; Numb.
You hardly speak, you rarely blink, your breath is so slow and so shallow that if you didn't know better it would look as though you weren't breathing at all. Your skin is cold and your limbs are stiff, your eyes are dark and dim and lifeless and you're as white as a sheet of paper.
And you don’t feel anything.
You do not feel fear, nor pain, nor warmth or heartbreak. You feel not love nor happiness nor anything else.
All you feel is Numb.
Numb and lonely and oh so lost.
You just want it all to go away.
Your existence is so bleak, so bleary and so pointless.
What's the use in living if you've got nothing to live for? But then again, what's the use in dying if you've got nothing to die for? What's the use in anything anymore?
You don't know, you don't think you've ever known.
You let out a puff of air through your nose as you ran your fingers delicately over the soft, silky rose petals before
I am an aspiring anime artist!|
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