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Eagerly logging into his Skype, Cry put his mask on, hiding a rather large blush. Hearing the familiar ‘bloop’ of a message, Cry read it, barely finishing when a call blocked his view. Clicking the accept button, Cry bounced a little in his seat, eager to hear the other person’s voice.
‘H-Hello?’ He called out nervously, when no greeting was said.
‘Hey Cry!’ Cry yelped, as the other voice laughed, knowing he had scared the American. Over the mild shock, Cry noticed there was no video, and he frowned, wanting to see the face that went along with the laughter.
‘H-How come your video is not on?’ He asked. There was a pause, before there was a nervous laugh, followed by a sound of an echo, which he ignored.
‘Don’t w-worry about it, Cry!’ Cry blushed, looking away from the monitor. Unlike a nickname most couples had, Cry had been given that phrase, which always made him act like a love-struck teenage girl.
Ignoring his mewling cat, who was scratching at his door, Cry began to talk, oblivious to the sound of his door inching open. Getting no response, Cry tapped his monitor, thinking that his microphone had cut out. He squeaked moments later, when familiar thin arms wrapped around him, familiar lips pressing against the back of his neck.
‘I missed you.’ They murmured, turning the chair, and gently kissing Cry, slipping his mask off at the same time, hitting the floor with a clatter. Turning tomato red, Cry kisses back, wrapping his arm around the others neck. Parting for air, the other nuzzled Cry’s nose, giggling as he turned tomato red.
‘I told you not to worry.’ He chuckled, nuzzling Cry once again. Cry blushed, pecking the others lips, hugging him close.
‘I-I missed you too, Pewds.’ He admitted with a blush, kissing the other again. Pewdie chuckled, burying his face into dark brunette hair.
There truly is no place like home, especially when Cry was there.
‘H-Hello?’ He called out nervously, when no greeting was said.
‘Hey Cry!’ Cry yelped, as the other voice laughed, knowing he had scared the American. Over the mild shock, Cry noticed there was no video, and he frowned, wanting to see the face that went along with the laughter.
‘H-How come your video is not on?’ He asked. There was a pause, before there was a nervous laugh, followed by a sound of an echo, which he ignored.
‘Don’t w-worry about it, Cry!’ Cry blushed, looking away from the monitor. Unlike a nickname most couples had, Cry had been given that phrase, which always made him act like a love-struck teenage girl.
Ignoring his mewling cat, who was scratching at his door, Cry began to talk, oblivious to the sound of his door inching open. Getting no response, Cry tapped his monitor, thinking that his microphone had cut out. He squeaked moments later, when familiar thin arms wrapped around him, familiar lips pressing against the back of his neck.
‘I missed you.’ They murmured, turning the chair, and gently kissing Cry, slipping his mask off at the same time, hitting the floor with a clatter. Turning tomato red, Cry kisses back, wrapping his arm around the others neck. Parting for air, the other nuzzled Cry’s nose, giggling as he turned tomato red.
‘I told you not to worry.’ He chuckled, nuzzling Cry once again. Cry blushed, pecking the others lips, hugging him close.
‘I-I missed you too, Pewds.’ He admitted with a blush, kissing the other again. Pewdie chuckled, burying his face into dark brunette hair.
There truly is no place like home, especially when Cry was there.
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Sleepy Head [PDC]
“You’re cheating!”
“Nope.”
“Uh-huh!”
“Nuh-uh!”
Pewdie rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat with a mock pout. He heard Cry laugh through the speakers on his computer. Currently, Pewds was in a video call with Cry as they played Bloody Trapland for a bit. Pewdie was in Sweden for a few weeks, visiting family and some friends.
Cry and Pewds talked almost every day, most times in early in the morning for Pewdie and very late at night for Cry. When they found the time, they’d have a small video call or waste a few hours playing video games before Pewds went to visit another fami
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Being Sick [PDC]
"Cryyy!"
I blinked open my eyes and lifted my head as I heard my name being called.
"Cryyy!"
Groaning, I realized it was Pewds. I shut my eyes, wishing I could fall back asleep. I had been sick for a few days, and ever since, Pewdie had decided he would take care of me. I didn't mind, though, besides the terrible-tasting medicine and coughing. It was pretty cute, actually. He always had a determined look on his face when he gave me medicine. Plus, he would always lay down next to me, and we'd talk and relax. Sometimes, he'd even fall asleep. Those were the best moments, because he looked so cute and innocent..
"Cry! Want some food?" Pewdie
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Hidden Feelings... [PewdieCry Story] Chapter 1
Pewdie/Felix' POV
I woke up 'cause the loud Skype ringing tone coming from my laptop was thrilling in my ears. I was covered with the blanket on my head and the bed was still wet of my tears.
When I looked up to my laptop on my bedside table and saw the picture of Cry. I wiped away my tears and answered his call.
"Hello, my friend" Cry said with a happy and amused voice and with a grin showing under his Cry-mask, but as soon as he saw me he stopped grinning and looked confused... then he asked with concern in his voice: "Uhm... Pewds? What's wrong?"
I just looked down on the keyboard, shrugged my shoulders and then finally said: "N-Nothin
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