Annabel Lee, aptly named after the poem by Edgar Allan Poe, was an English major by day and a screaming crackhead of a streamer by night. What happens when she meets a soft, equal crackhead, of her own? What happens when they have the same love language? --------------------------------- OC x Karl Jacobs

she runs into a weirdo at the airport while escaping her old life (this is not my best work sorry lol)

If you watch Karl Jacobs' streams, chances are you've heard of candle girl I haven't seen any stories from her point of view, so I decided to write one Hope you enjoy :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~ No smut Strong Language

What happens when an emotionally damaged girl who's sworn never to date again tries to fight the feeling of falling for the guy if her dreams? Who knows? I hope you enjoy, this is my first time writing but probably not the last :) I appreciate you all (:

You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.

˚* ੈ✩‧₊ 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 | ❝ and now i know what they mean, he's a love machine, oh he makes me dizzy. ❞ - ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦, ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 , 𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑎 [ karl jacobs x female oc ]