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If it was you... A Ian Hecox (smosh) fanfic by spaceisalicorn
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This is a smosh (Ian) fanfic yayyyyyy..! So yeah I feel kind of awkward writing this but in the same time I think it's going to be cute! You're 25-26, and you live in another state other than California or you just live in another country. Your job involves something about video games or YouTube. Or you can just be an Artist. The name of the girl is Isabelle (me) but you can change the name and other personal info such as your age ( choose between 25-27)and where you live. So here you start your quest at Vidcon, you meet Ian (even thought you kind of already know him because of YouTube, he's just a normal youtuber for you right now) also I don't like cheesy stuff (still kinda cheesy sometimes but whatever)but I promise it's realistic and cute! ^-^ ( BAD WORDS, SMUTTY AND STUFF) Enjoy! <3
✔| Long Way Home (Anthony Padilla x Reader) by djarinbaby
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Title says it all... We're taking the long way home. HIGHEST RANKING #3 IN "LONG WAY HOME" [Editing] I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 12 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
The Quiet Ones (Ian Hecox) by smoshcentral
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The quiet ones. That's what everyone called us. We were a small group of high school kids in the corner of the library. None of us really knew each other that well and nobody made an effort to get to know one another. Each of us had our own story to why we were quiet. Some of us had self-confidence issues, others simply didn't like social interaction. We seemed perfect, until one of us finally spoke up and decided to change everything. His name was Ian Hecox.
Back To The Start - Anthony Padilla by youtuberboys
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First, all I saw of him was his back and hair. Nothing about him at that point made a stand out, but I still walked over and sat on the bar stool beside him. I turned my head to look at the man, and instantly recognized him, but I noticed his eyes most of all. Blood-shot and glassed over. My eyes then next traveled down to his hands, playing with something on the bar top. The ring he held in his hand shined and glimmered in the light. I asked him the first thing that came to mind. “Kalel?” He just shook his head, and slipped the wedding ring into his pocket.