"Best friends are supposed to be.. Well, best friends. No bad history, no problems, no fights, and an almost perfect life. My best friend isn't like that. I'm not like that. Orphans are supposed to get adopted and live a happy life with our 'New parents'. We weren't like that. We were anything but normal. Although it seemed like a constant race for freedom, we were fine with the life we lived. Running from the cops.. we were fine with that too. The pact was that as long as one of us didn't die, we'd go everywhere together. We couldn't risk splitting up. Not even for a second. Our friendship would be questioned by literally everyone... But Sean and I were fine with that too..." Y/N's life is a constant downward spiral, but the one thing they do keep fighting for, is their best friend, Sean. •Gender Neutral •Trigger Warning •Read "Inactive: Time" to have a better understanding •This is a fanfic (jacksepticeye story)

"It looked so familiar. It looked like I had seen it yesterday... maybe even only hours ago. I saw them. At least they looked like them... But it wasn't. It was something else, trying to mimic them. If you only saw the outside, the skin, and the clothes, then you would already be doomed. I wasn't fooled. The figures slowly faded, but I started to feel their presence behind me. No. In front. Beside me. They were everywhere." Y/N is a drug addict and survivor of the economical depression called the "Black Wave". They encounter many interesting characters and knowledge of the aftermath as they hunt down the ones in charge of torturing the poor, and pampering the rich. • - Gender Neutral - Trigger Warning - Disturbing Situations - Enjoy - This is a fanfic - Read original story before this one for a better understanding/experience (Time)

"The sting. I know the feeling. It's the sting of either my desire for death, or the alcohol. It washes all my thoughts. My life of crime just... fades. Along with my worries, and stresses. But it also distracts me while it makes my problems grow. It grows about as much as my pain of living. Mark's jobs have been the only things that keep me here. The cash. No matter how much I hate it, it's my key to a way out. Money. I can't do this alone, as much as I abhore the task of splitting the reward. I. Need. That. Cash. I think I might trade my life for at least the crew's cut. The alcohol... It destroyed my worry for myself. I need this money. No matter what I have to give up for it." This is the story of Y/N, an alcoholic who has frequent jobs in illegal activity, including weapon and drug selling/buying, and has found themselves caught in a war between two cold-blooded killers. •Disturbing Chapters •Trigger Warning • Read original Story before reading this one for a clearer understanding. (Time) •This is a fanfic (markiplier, jacksepticeye, crankgameplays, teamiplier)

"The park. The small food place with karaoke nights. The coffee shop. The clouds. The streets. Denim jackets and jeans. All of these remind me of all the time I spent with him. The nights where we just unwind and talk about... everything. All the songs we sing. Every time I melted when I saw him and his stupid stride. I wish all these moments wouldn't leave as soon as they arrive. Where I wouldn't need a picture to relive a certain day. Every second I spend with him... I want to keep it in a jar. So I can open it whenever I have an aching heart. With him I feel like this life is only what I want it to be. It's the best feeling ever to wave to him and have him wave back at you. I feel... at home." Y/N finds themselves in emotional and mental struggle when their significant other, Mark, has left them for unknown reasons. They decide to move to LA with their long lost friend, Ethan Nestor, where they help each other look for love when in actuality, the ones for them are just each other. •Gender Neutral •Trigger Warning •Read "Inactive: Time" to have a better understanding of this story. •This is a fanfic (crankgameplays x reader)