ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader)

{NateWantsToBattle x SuicidalReader}

This oneshot was requested by @RaidersIsabella18
There will also be a drawing in here which belongs to them. They have an art book on Wattpad, so please go check it out. Also this is a pretty long one-shot, just a heads up.

WARNING: mentions of suicidal tendencies

Please feel free to skip if this is a sensitive topic for you. Also remember to please talk to friends or family about this if you are going through this. If you ever want to talk to me about how you are feeling, do not hesitate. I want to help you. I am very serious, and care about each and every one of you.

(Y/n) P.O.V.

~~~~~Flashback~~~~~

The last day of high school, then I'm done with this hellhole. I rush quickly to grab my lunch from my locker, but bump into someone. He gets knocked down. "I'm so sorry." I say, helping him up. "No worries. I like your shirt." He compliments. I realize we are both wearing the red shirt with yellow star like in Steven Universe. I blush at this, plus he is cute, and thank him. "Steven Universe is one of my favorites." I tell him. "Mine too! I'm Nate." He stretches out his hand, which I shake. "(Y/n)." I smile at him. "I'm leaving for lunch, care to join me?" He asks. I smile a little wider. "Sure, just let me get some money from my locker, and-" He cuts me off. "On me, I insist." He stubbornly says. I huff a little, but nods. He leads me to his car, and we drive over to subway.

We talked a little on the way here, but really talk once we sit down. "So what are you going to do once you graduate?" He asks. I don't hesitate. "Well I love to sing, and draw, so I'm going to continue with my YouTube channel. I do cover songs, some of my own originals, and draw a lot. It's not very big, only a few subscribers, but it's fun. I might go to college for a music degree, but haven't decided. Either way I'll be taking a gap year. You?" "I'm not sure yet. My parents want me to go to college, obviously, and if I did it would be for music because I also love singing, but I don't know that that's what I want." He tells me. I get a bright idea.

"You could start YouTube. It's a great way to share your music, and while it is hard work, it's really fun. I could help too, or we could do a song together." I say excitedly. He smiles. "Sounds fun." He decides. "How about this, I know it's the last day of senior year, and we may go to different places, but promise this. We keep contact with each other. You're really cool, and I want to keep in touch." He says. I feel my face heat up a bit, but nods. We hand each other our phones for our numbers. And I notice that we both have FNAF cases. I laugh. "Something else we have in common." I point out. He smiles, and I swear I hear him whisper, "It's meant to be." But I don't ask.

We continue our lunch break, and then head back to school. But this was years ago.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We still keep in contact. And honestly, by now, I've fallen in love with Nate. But he would never want to be with me. I'm a broken shell of who I was. I'm worthless and bothersome. At least that's what they tell me. I work part time at a local Japanese cafe called the Lucky Cat Cafe. And then, somehow, my old bullies found out I work there. 'You're such a pig.' 'What a whore.' 'Just kill yourself already.' Are things they say to me while I'm working, and have been kicked out before for grabbing me. But they also go to my videos and post there. And that started the wildfire, so now there is so much hate everywhere. I tried hiding how I felt because I didn't want Nate to worry, but it just spiraled into a deep depression. 'I hate myself. My life is garage, I should just die, nobody would care."

I sit in my bed. I look over to the drawing I made after Nate and I met that I taped to wall beside my bed.