Just Your Fangirl (LeafyIsHere x Reader) {<EDITING>}
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  • Parts 34
  • Time 2h 3m
Complete, First published Apr 21, 2016
Mature
Hey, I'm (Y/N) (L/N). I like LeafyIsHere. In other words, I'm his fangirl. He's my neighbor, just across from my home.

I go to the same school as him. I live in the same street as him. I love his YouTube career, liking every single one of his videos.

I want to be something of worth to him, he pushes me away. I gave him attention and gifts, he turns them away.

I like him, he doesn't like me. I move on from my stupid crush from him, he wants me back.

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Crappy description.

And no, I'm not a die hard fan of LeafyIsHere. But I admire his YouTube content and magical words.

So... I made a short fanfiction, not really sure if it short, tbh.
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Mark's close friend Joseph had just died and Mark didn't know what to do. He had never felt so empty and cold. It was like there was a black hole inside him, sucking away all the light in his life. And Jack ends up in LA to spend time with his American pals and ends up finding a new home trying to rebuild the broken places in Mark. (This is NOT meant to be disrespectful to Mark or Jack or anyone else. This is a fan-made story and is a respectful one and is 100% fiction -though it is based very VERY slightly on an actual event. This is not in any way affiliated with any youtuber I mention, nor is it affiliated w/youtube itself. I post links to all the fanart/videos that I find because none of it is my work. Only the writing is mine.) Please enjoy. Also, the cover image was made for the story by my lovely little Sheepy &lt;3 thank you so much