Just some x Reader Oneshots from SCP, really.

(COMPLETED) You are a mortal girl with a mortal life you're nothing special, at least you think so. Being able to do something other humans can't, you meet a mysterious figure that changes your life forever. [ Contains (a lot ): Violence, Suicide mentions, Mental Health, cannibalism etc, You have been warned. ] Cover art Is Mine do not use without permission Probably gonna remake the cover art because I keep changing art styles (Another note : This story does not immediately jump into the ships, it's not like most Countryhuman X reader stories where the countries immediately fall in love with the main character, this story has character development and the relationships will build up overtime.)

Your F/n L/n! And you're a complete boss, Your channel had gained more then 7 million subscribers over the paste few years! Yay! Anyways, you meet youtubers and join thier little universe, Slowly connecting yourself to each of them. Oh and your whole persona is based off your love for anime, being a total weeb, and your somewhat innapropriate jokes you say. Yknow, the usual

fluff and smut discontinued mcyt :)

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.