Owning a quaint little bakery in the middle of LA was actually quite nice. You loved doing what you do and love it even more when people eat your sweets that you make in the kitchen. The way their face light up, how they smile and eat more of the sweet delicious mess that you baked. It was nice. Well, as nice as a man going into your bakery and yelling at you to get a coffee faster, yeah, that was nice. But it was sweet for a certain Youtuber standing up for you against the man.

Life was shit. I had to get out, do anything to change this. But then I saw him and saw nothing but a reflection of myself and he became my world. Could he really help me? Could I really help him? Who knows. //Reader is depressed// //Suicide attempt// A slowly built up Jacksepticeye x reader staring some of him friends.

After getting sacrificed in a cult during the 1930s you learn that Hell is worse, yet somehow better then you imagined it. ❗️This story will contain: crappy writing, sensitive topics, and adult content❗️ Read at your own risk. This is my first story, so don't expect much of it These characters belong to Vivziepop.

❝ what if i was your husband? would that make you feel this way? ❞ © -𝐜𝐱𝐥𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

You were the only girl in the town of Mystic Falls who hadn't given in to Damon Salvatore's charms, even though you secretly had a crush on him. But, you rejecting Damon only makes him more interested in you and he tries harder to get you to go out on a date with him. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from "The Vampire Diaries". The general storyline goes to the CW and the creators of The Vampire Diaries. I am only responsible for the progression of Y/N throughout the story.

COMPLETED PG-13 unless specified otherwise - content warnings given at the start of any mature chapter I have the right to reject any request. ** I do not own Friends.