jesus x reader

Seriously?!? Why me? I mean, my life is completely normal! Sorta. Anywho, all I did was get a little paranoid and this is what I get? Really? I mean, I'm sorry for not paying attention in socials class but I don't think that means I deserve to be kidnapped. And by a jerk who doesn't care that I need sleep. Bad things happen when I don't sleep. Also when I get sugar. Mmm sugar. Stop it! Alright, I hope you enjoy my book. It's not as random when you get into it. Well not quite.

I'm so sorry if you press on this. I was not intending on destroying your will to live. The only way I was able to write this is because mine's already been destroyed.

I woke up in the morning, stretching tired out of every brain cell I still had left. Today I'm on my way to go put in an application at Tenessee University. I push my blonde hair up and out of my face, the roots untouched. They're currently brown needing to be touched up. My hair's long coming down to the bottom of my breasts. I adore having my hair, truly. Unfortunately though, part of it is the fact that it keeps falling in my face all the time. Consistently. So I decided to throw it up in a messy bun for now. Like I had done millions of times. Even earned myself a lot of views on TikTok, doing a tutorial on TikTok for the style. First things first I decided to clean up my home from the day before. Children's toys everywhere from my niece. As well as ice cream spoons and ice cream tubs near the couch. As well as my bed. From my nightly breakdown.

I wrote this when I was, like, twelve. I deeply apologize for this monstrosity, now that I'm eighteen.

I'm very sorry ;-; I did not make this I just copied and pasted it I don't make that many spelling errors Geesus

I want to start by saying I am no Psychologist, nor do I specialize in any sort of study of the mind. I just happen to have very strange dreams that I prefer to write on paper (ironically) and analyze them myself and how I feel it resembles what I truly think about when I'm not in control. When i'm asleep. each chapter will be a new dream I have experienced and me just ripping it piece by piece to uncover what it is I think about. If this sort of thing interests you, or if you're bored and randomly stumbled upon me. Then please, enjoy.

This will be a Dabihawks Tickletober book. I had a sudden motivation to write this. I have never written something like this before, so sorry if anything is weird. There might be some grammar mistakes since English is not my first language.

So I based this story off my own life with a few changes. Just so you know, I suck at writing. Warning: there will be swearing, controversial topics, and smut. So yeah enjoy!

!!! will edit once I'm free !!! n. this is a work of fiction, and any similarity with other works is purely coincidental. excuse grammatical errors and misspellings, English isn't my first language.

At first I want to say some things, I have no idea what I will be writing because well, I will just go with the flow and write what comes into my head. I do not have any previous writing experience if you don't count a few quick story's in school on my native language class. If you have a suggestion on what I could write in the next chapter feel free to comment it at the end of the previous chapter also I will NOT be writing smut at all. I personally do not like it so I will not write it. Also if you have a suggestion for the title I would love to hear it. Also I will probably not update very often so I will apologize for that already. I hope you can enjoy my little story here and please be ready for all the mistakes me and autocorrect have made because there's plenty of them. One that people love to comment on is: "We are the breakfast" ~ Alexander Hamilton's POV. You have been warned.