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So leaving the oven on over night to bake a crispy cake wasnt the best idea... wait, wheres my dad? "DAD??!!?? DAAAAD?!?!" Is he still in there? Oh no hes gonna die, i have to save him, but how? Ill get the guys to do it "come on my dads still in there you have to help him your fire men please help him" these stupid idiots not even saving my dad "sorry sweetheart... theres nothing we can do"
"YOUR WEARING FIRE PROOF JACKETS FOR GODS SAKE"
"They cant survive a flame that big, were sorry"
"YOU CANT LET HIM DIE! DONT LET MY DADDY DIE!!!" oh no, here come the tears "p-please save h-him"
"Honey were putting out the flame, if hes still alive we can we help once we put it out" well lets just hope he survives...
Tears running down my face as they drag the black, body shaped crisp out of the house... still wearing moms silver locket, ill miss you dad, i love you. "What am i going to do now? Im living on the streets..."
"You could go to a family care ho-"
"Dont even THINK that id be going to a family care home" i was so mad, yet upset... i have some cash left over from Wednesday, about $30 in my hang pouch. I guess ill go to starbucks and get the lunch and coffee $6 dollar special... well im not waisting another second i havnt eaten all day.
Well starbucks is affully quiet today, theres a weird guy sitting at the table next to myn wearing a black short sleeved hoodie (wierd) with a pink mustache on it. He seems lonely and sad, ill go see if hes okay, i jumped onto the chair at the other side of the table and began talking. "Hey man... you okay?" I asked lifting up his hoodie, he looked up at me and looked confused, his eyes were such a gorgeous shade of brown. His lips, so beautiful. And his hair, so curly and long, i could run my fingers through the small curls for hours. "Umm, yeah im fine, why do ask?" His voice was like the singing of an angel.
"Oh umm, you looked sad"
"Nah im fine, just a bored"
"Well... wheres your coffee?"
"Havnt baught it yet, wheres yours?"
"Having second thoughts... dont know if i should waste my last $30 dolars on coffee... its all im gonna have to live on now"
"What? Why?"
"My house burnt down and im on the streets now"
"Oh god, thats terrible. Well, let me buy you a coffee."
"Really? Youd do that?" I smiled at him, i think i was blushing too
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darkiplier? (a markiplierxReader fanfic)
Fanfictionthis is a markiplier fanfic on which is about an 18 year old girl whos house burnt down, her father was in the house during the fire and her mom died years before... she finds a man called mark while in a coffee shop (starbucks) and he asks for her...
