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Chefiplier:

You've been waiting MONTHS to finally try Som Bei. You were on the bottom of the list but somehow the people above you got kicked off. Maybe they didn't show up? Were rude to Mark who owned the place? You would never know. All you care is about is that you could finally eat his food!

You wore the nicest clothes you owned. All men had to wear a suit and woman has to wear dresses. Many people stared at you, probably because you were young, and alone at the table you sat at.

Since you didn't have much money, they put you in the worst table. The one right next to the bathrooms, and right next to outside door for the smoking area. You really hated the smell of cigarettes every time someone opened the door, but you dealt with it.

But, as you ordered. You didn't expect Mark himself to serve your food. "Hello miss, thank you so much for coming this fine night." His voice was smooth as silk, his voice deep but not too deep to be scary.

You stare at him in shock. Mark, the man who owns this place. And the famous Chef who's all over the cooking magazines and news for his food. Was talking to you! He placed down your order and sat right across from you. Now you swear you were dreaming.

He then began to talk to you casually, like he wasn't such a famous person. At the end of the night. You somehow got his number.

Sexyiplier:

Working as an accountant in a large office corp wasn't the job you really wanted. But it was the only place who accepted your application. So you really couldn't do anything about it. You had to feed yourself and pay rent on your apartment. But it wasn't all that bad.

You got along great with your fellow workers on the first day, and they made you feel safe and better about yourself. But one guy put out all of them was...interesting to say the least. His name was Marl, but most people called him Sexy for an odd reason.

You tried calling him by his real name but he told you to call him Sexy instead. Weird. But if he liked being called that, who are you to ruin his fun?

He then started to flirt with you, which would be fine. But he kept flirting with you all day. And it was getting annoying. It also doesn't help he's right next to your little square space, making his flirtatious remarks get old and bland.

You finally told him to stop because you weren't interested. And surprisingly, he stopped. Giving you an 'okay' as he went back to work. Normally men like that continue to persist weather the woman likes it or not. You strangely liked him because of that.

After work, before he left inside his car. You flagged him down and began to talk to him. He was actually a fairly funny and kind guy. He told you how he had a dog named Chica. And many brothers, when yo asked how much. He said too many to count on his fingers.

In the end, you both traded numbers and talked almost all night. Well, you passed out when eleven came around.

King of the squirrels:

You were enjoying a nice lovely day at the park, enjoying the sun, wind, and the nice soft grass. But most of all. The trees that protect you from the sun trying to burn your skin. You really loved sitting under a tree and reading your book.

Right now you were enjoying a nice read under a very tall oak tree, but some strange light brown sticky substance fell on your book. And you quickly knew the smell. "Wait, is this peanut butter-" You were about to say, but a man came crashing down next to you.

The man had peanut butter all over his face, a King's crown on his head, a red, black, and white cape on his back. He let out a pained groan as he looked up at you. "S-Sorry, I fell out of the tree. I'm so sorry to disturb your reading!"

Soon, a few squirrels came down and began to climb on the man, squeaking and licking his face as if to try and comfort him. Making the man smile. "I'm okay guys, don't worry! I just had a little fall. That's all!"

"How are they so comfortable around you?" You ask out of the blue. "Normally squirrels never get close to a person. How do you do it?" You smile at him, pretty amazed by how they were so friendly toward him.

"OH, it's simple! I just come here everyday and feed them, and take the home with me if I know a storm is coming. They really like me because of it. You want to feed them too?" He offers a hand full of acorns to you.

You both fed the squirrels all day. And you two traded numbers. You also. Called him King. Because he's the king of the squirrels!

Yandereiplier:

You were reading on the fountain, minding your own business when you swear you see a camera flash at the corner of your eye. Turning to look you see a blur of clothing.

You rose a brow and got up. Walking over you turn and see a man with bright red hair. He seemed to be drooling over a picture he took.

"Uh? Hello?" Your voice spoke, making him jump. Turning to you as he held the picture behind his back.

"S-Sen- I mean, (y/n) Chan. W-What are you doing?!" He panics. Sweating nervously as he shoved the picture in his pocket. You swear you could hear his heartbeat from where you stood.

"I-I'm Mark, the guy who's in your Geometry class. All the way in the back..." He mumbled. Flashing you a smile.

"Oh! Your Mark Fishbach! I always saw you but I just couldn't say hello because I was always busy!"

He perks up. "You noticed me? You really did notice me? This...isn't a joke right?"

"Why would this be a joke?" You ask, titling your head cutely. Making Mark internally squeal.

"Nothing. Hey, you want to spend lunch with me?"