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morangos com açúcar (chapter three)

Title: morangos com açúcar

Pairing: Dream x OC (fem!streamer!reader) x Quackity

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Mentions of anxiety, depression and ADD.

Note: This may be a Dream x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Dream ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Olivia + Friends — Dream + Friends —Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5

Olivia chuckled. She looked at Esperanza, staring at her phone as if it would explode in the next thirty seconds. "Anza, I don't think he's going to text you this fast" Olivia said. "Who know when Alex will share your number with Sapnap." Esperanza looked over to Olivia. "This is all thanks to you, my gorgeous faceless best friend!" Esperanza cheered and threw herself in Olivia's arms.

"Nah, I simply just tweeted Sapnap's name under your tweet. I didn't told anyone to actually engage with your tweet." - "A few of my mutuals congratulated me for getting noticed by Sapnap" Esperanza laughed. "They say I'm a good fangirl and I deserve all the attention from my comfort streamer." Esperanza looked at Olivia, who was simply smiling at her.

Olivia loved seeing her friends happy and content like this. Even if Olivia probably would get a backlash from Sapnap's fans and other Dream SMP stans, she wouldn't change anything. It was probably a stupid and reckless decision, but seeing Esperanzas smile made it all worthwhile.

"So what are you planning to do, if he actually texts you?" Olivia asked. She had zero to non-existing experience on this topic and didn't know what was going to happen next. A boy, a very handsome boy, Esperanza felt drawn to had her phone number. What happens next?

"I'll probably try and get to know him in a non-creepy way? If he wants me to stop fangirling about him, because it makes him uncomfortable I'll obviously stop." A wicked grin plastered itself on Esperanzas face. "And maybe I'll flirt a little bit? I mean, he did like my tweet and the main focus of that picture was my ass." Esperanza wanted to continue, when the bell of Olivias house rang.

"It's probably just one of my brothers, gimme a sec."

Olivia walked over to the door and opened it, imagining Tomás or Diogo standing in front of it, but once her door was opened and none other than her best friend Alex stomped into the open living room, she knew something was up.

Esperanza waved him from the couch she was sitting on, "Hi Alex!". Alex waved back and looked at Olivia. "You two are so... so..." - "So what?" asked Olivia, kinda confused about how upset Alex seemed.

"What was your plan with those pictures?" the boy let out and sat down on the couch. "Our main point was taking pictures with those cars, Alex" Olivia said. "We immediately fell in love when our professor handed us the keys and made us search for our cars in the car park." The Gemini continued.

"YOU'RE TRENDING ESPERANZA!" Alex yelled. Olivia widened her eyes and looked over to Esperanza, who was sitting cross legged on the couch, her phone clutched in her hands and her black hair in a messy bun on top of her head.

"How?" Olivia asked. She never managed to get viral. Even though she was a Streamer herself. But her best friend who was a full-time fangirl managed to trend? Alex sighed. "Your car girl aesthetics got retweeted and reposted millions of time. Especially Esperanza's!" Alex yelled and turned his phone.

He was on the Twitter search site and one of the trending topics was #SapnapsIdealTypeCarGirl. "I don't even want to know how many perverts downloaded your pic" Alex screamed, when Olivias phone pinged. "Sorry" she excused herself—leaving Alex and Esperanza behind.

Once in the kitchen she saw that an unknown number had sent her a message. She quickly opened the message and chuckled. It was Dream. The super famous Minecrafter whom she played Jackbox with the other day. The streamer that laughed hysterically because of Paddington Bears crippling addiction to sucking whale cocks.

Olivia grinned at the message and quickly saved Dream's number before walking back into the living room. Alex was still screaming and Esperanza looked like she wasn't even listening to him. "Olivia, talk some sense into her!" he begged and Olivia cocked her eyebrow.

It had been a few days since the Car Girl pictures got posted and Esperanza did gain a lot more new followers from that one tweet. Probably because George and Sapnap interacted with it. Esperanza was doing fine though. Olivia didn't see the problem.

"Alex, may I talk to you?" she asked and he lifted his arms. "In private" Olivia added and Alex dropped his arms looking at Esperanza one more time. The Aries was way too busy checking her social medias.

Once back in the kitchen, Olivia leaned onto the kitchen counter and grabbed onto Alex's hands. "You're usually not this worked up mine and Anza's antics... why are you so mad?"

It would be a lie, if Olivia holding onto his hands like this, didn't do anything to the still twenty-year old Capricorn. But he quickly shook his head. "It's just... both of you barging into my friend group is a little" he rubbed his temples and Olivia gave him a soft smile.

"You don't want me and Esperanza in your friend group right? Those streamer boys and girls are your friends... you don't want us to engage with them... am I right?" Olivia asked and Alex's head shot up. "What?" he asked. "You don't want Anza and me to be part of your Streamer friend group" Olivia repeated, cocking an eyebrow and looking at the 5'8'' tall boy—who was still smaller than her.

"What? No! I don't care if Esperanza and Sapnap become friends or whatever." Alex gently ripped his hands out of Olivia's embrace. "It's Anza's and his life. If they wanna become friends or whatever... I don't care." Alex turned his back to Olivia and leaned against the counter. Olivia looked at him.

"What's your problem then?" The woman asked and Alex looked over to her. "I-I don't actually know—" he started when Esperanza started screaming in the living room. Alex and Olivia both looked at each other before dashing into the living room, seeing the young Latina standing on the couch, holding onto the fabric of her skirt, since her crop-top was tightly on her body.

"You okay, weirdo?" Alex asked, when Esperanza grinned towards them. "Sapnap just texted me! And he sent me a selfie!", she fawned, pressing the phone onto her chest. "Olivia, Alex both of you are so pog! I'm leaving now, I gotta text this hunk of a man!"

And with these words Esperanza ran out of Olivia's house leaving the two Twitch streamers alone. Olivia looked at her friend. "So, Alex? What did you want to say before Esperanza started creaming?"

"EXCUSE ME?!" Alex yelled and Olivia started laughing. The Mexican boy looked at his best friend and gently smacked the back of her head. "You're unbelievable."

A few days later Olivia was streaming. She was continuing to play Kingdom Hearts II and continuing where she last stopped. The 8K viewers she currently had were commenting nice things about her gameplay and while playing Olivia even engaged in small talk with her fans.

I'm still not over the picture of you on that blue car! What was that all about?

A text-to-speech donation cheered and Olivia grinned, pressing her PS4 controller tighter in her hands. "Some of y'all have been following me for quite some time and know that I'm an engineering major with my main focus being on automotive engineering" the girl started, "so the blue car you saw on that picture is my midterm exam. Simply said, I need to take it apart and re-build it." Olivia grinned, while she continued playing the game.

Her eyes sometimes wandered to her chat, that was currently just spamming her with cute emojis.

user2323: vroom vroom🏎💨

user9887: that sound's so cool! the fact that you can take apart and re build cars is so cool!

user4636: ngl girls who know their cars are hot

"Feel free to leave some messages in the chat! I try to read and answer as many as possible. You don't need to send donations for me to answer your questions!" Olivia grinned, continuing to smash her fingers on the controller.

"What's your favorite game?" Olivia read and tilted her head, even though her viewers couldn't see her—she was faceless after all. "Definitely Kingdom Hearts: Melody of Memory!" she answered. "Everything about this game is so gorgeous!" A chuckle left Olivia's lips, when another text-to-speech donation popped up.

"I told you, you don't need to—" Olivia stopped speaking as soon as the computer generated voice spoke.

Hi Olivia! Nice stream so far! I'm not that knowledgable in Kingdom Hearts but the game looks fun! Dream.

Olivia blinked and re-read the message. Dream had donated $50 and Olivia sighed. "Thanks for joining the stream, Dream!" She smiled. "I hope you can enjoy the magic that is Kingdom Hearts!"

Olivia continued playing when another $50 donation came in. She rolled her eyes, thankfully no one could see her.

You have to teach me, next time we talk to each other! Maybe I'll can join the game. Dream

"Dream, this is literally a single-player game." Olivia said and rolled her eyes. "And please keep your money." The Gemini added and continued playing. For a while the donations from the green man stopped, until he started spamming her chat.

dreamwastaken: don't ignore me olivia

dreamwastaken: I'll stop sending money I swear

dreamwastaken: add me on discord

dreamwastaken: i wanna be ur friend :((

Olivia sighed. "Dang he's persistent. What are you thinking Chat? Should we add the Dream to VC? He doesn't know anything about us as a community or Kingdom Hearts. What should we do?"

user6652: add him!

user912: omg THE Minecraft dream?

user657: I don't want to share our lovely Olivia though?

Olivia read a few texts from her fans before adding Dream onto a Voice Call on Discord. She had recently befriended him on Discord, after he asked her about her own Discord ID.

The familiar ping appeared and Olivia saw the bubble with Dream's icon on the left side of her desktop. "Hello Dream and welcome to OH_livia!" the girl greeted and waited for the popular streamer to answer.

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morangos com açúcar (chapter two)

Title: morangos com açúcar

Pairing: Dream x OC (fem!streamer!reader) x Quackity

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Mentions of anxiety, depression and ADD.

Note: This may be a Dream x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Dream ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Olivia + Friends — Dream + Friends — Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4

Olivia stared at her phone and sat up in her bed. Thanks to her best girl friend, Esperanza Garcia, the twenty-one year old was now fully awake. Esperanza had been Olivia's best friend since senior year at Highschool. The two of them befriended each other in a time, where Alex was ignoring Olivia because he wanted to hang out with the boys.

Esperanza was an Aries and acted like one. She was fiery, outspoken and an extrovert. She was also a big fan of Alex's friends—the boys from the Dream SMP. She especially liked the streamer Sapnap, whom she was practically a massive simp for.

But Esperanza simply called it 'being in love with'.

Wiping her long, black hair out of her face, she searched her contacts until she found Esperanzas name and called her. The fire sign woman immediately picked up. "Olivia!" The other woman cheered, cheerful and very awake—probably running on caffeine.

"Why'd you freak out over text? You could've texted me in our group chat." - "Sure and show Alex how obsessed with Sapnap I am... no thanks." Olivia rolled her eyes and looked out of the window. "He probably already knows. I mean you always spam tweet about how much you're obsessed with him."

"He's a gorgeous pisces man! How can I not be obsessed with him, Miss Gemini!" Both, Esperanza and Olivia were pretty much obsessed with astrology. They spent hours on the internet searching for new informations on compatibility of various signs and how the signs were acting around each other.

"Not all Pisces men are gorgeous" Olivia reminded Esperanza and the hispanic girl sighed. "You're too stuck up, Olivia. Be a little more like Alex and me!" All of a sudden the girl got quiet. "By the way... how was ist playing with the boys?"

Olivia laid back in her bed, the phone pressed tightly to her ear, as she remembered the strange nervousness she was feeling before she had put in her first prompt. Alex was always looking at her—reassuring her, that everything was a-okay.

"BadBoyHalo is super nice. He's über-innocent and doesn't like curse words or inappropriate jokes at all! I don't think that it's all an act... I really think he is like that." Olivia chuckled. "Karl Jacobs is even louder when you hear him through the headphones" she laughed, "but he wasn't anything new to me. I've already been his friend for quite some time."

"You didn't get the chance to speak to George, since you were his substitute, right?" Olivia nodded, even though she knew Esperanza couldn't see her. "Yeah... but the group was really nice." - "So... how was Sapnap? I'm sorry that I'm asking again, but—"

"It's okay, Esperanza. You're infatuated with him" Olivia chuckled. "Sapnap has a really calm voice. He's pretty cute, when you don't mind the sexual innuendos and jokes he uses. Big Pisces energy though." Olivia pursed her lips. "I can't say much, but he seems like a fun guy to be around." Olivia grinned, remembering how she was matched with him for a round of Mad Verse City and how his cute giggle had interrupted her rap and made her loose the round. "He's a bit cocky... but in a good way, you know? He knows how to push ones buttons and use his charm for his advantage."

Olivia opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling of her room. "And how's Dream?" Esperanza asked, her voice nothing but a whisper. "Dream?" Olivia asked and heard her friend hum. "Dream... he's really cheerful. He laughed about almost everything... not gonna lie, he left a big impression on me and I don't even know why. The way he called me New—" Olivia shut her mouth.

The way Dream had said 'Newbie' was flashing through her mind and she blinked. "Esperanza, Dream is not a fire sign by any chance, right?", she asked. "He's a Leo" Esperanza confirmed and Olivia chuckled. "Makes sense."

"But what did he call you, Liv? You can't just stop talking... what'd he call you?" - "He called me Newbie... and that was kind of cute..." Olivia turned in her bed and hid her face in the cushion. "Oh hell no!" Esperanza yodeled. "He did not!" - "It was cute though... kinda endearing."

Esperanza started screaming. "Watch him raid your Twitch channel one day or another." - "Won't happen, Anza." Olivia said. "I'm not a Minecrafter. Nor am I a regular streamer. I'm literally studying engineering."

Esperanza sighed. "Just let me write that damn fan fiction in my head", she pouted. "And I know you're studying engineering. I'm in your course dummy." Olivia sighed. "Would you join again, if Alex would ask you?"

Olivia leaned back in her cushions. She could hear the alarm clock of her brother turn on and him climbing out of the bed, screaming his lungs off. Olivia was already used to Tomás screaming his ass off at four-thirty in the morning.

"I don't know if I'd join. I was pretty anxious and seeing his Chat go wild wasn't really my cup of tea. They don't really like me a lot." Esperanza grunted. "I know... I spoke to some Quackity fans in a Discord server and they literally threatened you. I beat their ass, obviously."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Thanks for that, Anza." A yawn left Esperanzas lips. "I guess I'll head to bed now. I have my first lecture at noon. What about you?" - "Ten-thirty" Olivia answered. "I'll probably sleep a bit as well. I'll see you on campus later?" The half-Portuguese asked her Latina friend.

"Of course, you need to tell me more about Dream calling you Newbie! And about Sapnap." A maniac chuckle left Esperanzas lips and Olivia rolled her eyes. "You're literally a crackhead" she whispered. "You love me, mi amor."

"Of course I do, amor da minha vida." Olivia answered before the two girls hung up and Olivia got at least a little bit of sleep.

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[New Character unlocked]

Esperanza Garcia

to be continued…

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shit-faced in love (chapter ten)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 1,246

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 — Chapter 8 — Chapter 9 — Chapter 10 — Chapter 11 — Chapter 12

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„L-Look up“ Corpse quietly said and Imogen slowly lifted her head. In front of her stood a tall young man, a little taller than herself. He wore a face mask and his dark hair was covering his eyes. Imogen blew up her cheeks and stepped aside to let the man enter.

„Hi“ she greeted him again, closing the door behind her and leaning onto it. Her flat hands were pressed against the wood and she bit her lip. Corpse was looking around the suite and nodded.

„Nice place you got there“ he said, his rough voice sounding even hoarser than on the phone. Buddy slowly walked up to him, his snout touching Corpse’s hand. The boy flinched and looked down to the husky.

„Fuck, you scared me“ Corpse said and put his hands towards the dogs snout, letting him smell it. „You’re kinda cute, Buddy.“ Corpse said and Imogen held her breath, still leaning onto the door.

Somehow she lost the words she had planned to say to Corpse and just watched the man put their lunch on the dinner table of the suite. He took out the plastic cutlery from the bag and looked for two glasses by the mini bar.

Imogen felt her heart beat faster. He was here… in the same room as her… breathing the same air as her… She slowly pushed herself off the door and walked over to him.

„D’you want any help?“ she asked, surprised that her voice wasn’t cracking or anything. He looked over to her and shook his head. „Just sit down, Imogen Hennessy.“ Imogen nodded and sat down. „What’d you get for us?“ The Irish lass asked, while Corpse sat down opposite of her. A quiet yawn left his lips and Imogen felt bad.

„I got Aglio Olio and Carbonara“ Corpse said, opening the packages of pasta. The food smelled amazing and Imogen gulped. „Dang, that looks so good!“, the 28-year old whispered and Corpse laughed.

His raspy chuckle sent shivers down her spine. She bit her lip. „I hope it tastes good too“ Corpse scratched his nape. „I only had their pasta once a few months back.“ Imogen grabbed a fork and started moving it in her pasta, looking over to Corpse who was still wearing his mask.

Imogen laid down her fork. „Y-You know… you don’t have to take off the mask… but… how will you eat?“ Imogen felt nervous and Buddy waddled up to her, bumping his snout against her naked legs. She looked down at her dog. „It’s okay, Bud“, she whispered—hoping Corpse wouldn’t hear her talk to her dog. Imogen looked up. „You planned on eating with me, right?“, she asked unsurely and Corpse nodded.

„Y-Yes I did, Imogen.“ - „But you don’t want to take off the mask… right?“ Imogen looked at Corpse. His hands laid flat on the table, nervousness lacing his whole aura. Even Buddy seemed to tense it.

Imogen nodded towards her dog and Buddy walked over to Corpse, booping his leg and laying his snout on Corpse’s knees. „He can sense distress in people“ Imogen explained. „And your whole aura is currently screaming how nervous you are.“ - „Can you blame me? Here you sit, looking like a ten course meal in your tiny little skirt and the hoodie and your perfect smile and…“ Corpse sighed. „What if you don’t like my face?“, his voice was small and Imogen bit her lip.

She stood up and walked over to him. Her hands automatically went to his shoulders—his tense shoulders—and rested there. Imogen tried to ignore the way her heart was beating faster, while she was touching the younger man.

„I don’t think I could dislike anything about you…“ Imogen whispered and Corpse turned his head to look at her, surprised how close those two actually stood by each other.

„Whoa… Miss Imogen… you’re a bit close.“ Imogen took a step back, but Corpse shook her head. „No, no come back“, he whispered. Imogen breathed out. „Don’t“, she whispered and Corpse chuckled. „Our food is getting cold“, Corpse said. „Then we should start eating.“

Imogen went back to her chair and sat down. She tried not to look at Corpse, stuffing her mouth full of pasta. In her peripheral vision she saw Corpse moving his hands to his mask and slowly take it off.

She looked down, seeing Corpse stuff the mask in the belly pocket of his hoodie. „Let’s eat then“ he said and Imogen slowly looked up. Corpse was quietly eating his pasta and she smiled.

„Hey…“ she started, „you’re pretty handsome.“ - „For a fucked up guy?“ Corpse asked and Imogen chuckled. „From a fucked up girl point of view you’re pretty handsome.“ She smiled and saw a pink hue on Corpse’s cheeks.

Imogen started laughing and Corpse had to chuckle as well. The two of them soon finished their lunch and sat down on the couch, overlooking San Diego, Buddy lying between them, his head resting on Imogen’s lap.

„So… I don’t want to pressure you or anything“ Corpse started putting his hand on Buddy’s soft fur, „but have you thought about what I told you?“ His voice was slightly shaking and Imogen bit her lip.

„You mean if I thought about your confession?“, she asked direct and Corpse nodded, furiously petting the husky. Buddy looked up to him and snorted. Imogen pursed her lips. „I did think about it. A lot, to be honest.“ Imogen couldn’t look at the younger male. Her heart felt as if it was exploding.

„I-I… I like you, Corpse“, she said and looked past him. „A lot actually.“ Corpse sat up straight. „So you reciprocate my feelings?“

„I guess I do… but I don’t know how well I can actually like you, Corpse.“ Imogen gulped. „I’m severely mentally ill—“ - „So am I.“ Imogen rolled her eyes and gently punched his shoulders. „And I am probably not the best partner one could wish for.“ - „So am I“, Corpse sang and Imogen looked at him. „Oh my god, can you stop and let a girl speak?“

„Only you, Imogen Hennessy.“

Imogen pursed her lips and looked at Corpse. „I don’t want to be a burden to you, Corpse. You’re literally a shining star at the moment. Everyone’s obsessed with you—“ - „But I am obsessed with you. Only you.“

„So?“ Imogen asked. „Should we start dating or what should we do?“ Imogen seemed rather nervous. Buddy grunted and nuzzles his face into her leg, pushing the skirt up her thigh. Corpse looked away from the dog.

„If you’re too afraid to actually date me, you don’t need to. You know?“ Corpse slowly moved his hands towards Imogen and she bit her lip. „Is it okay for you, if we start things slow? And if we don’t label what we are? At least for now?“ Imogen looked at Corpse. The younger male seemed to think about her words.

„I like you, Imogen. And if I can spend time with you, holding your hands and well… being with you as your… whatever you want to call me… I happily agree.“ Corpse took Imogen’s hand and gently rubbed his thumb over it.

„So? You have a crush on me, huh?“ Corpse asked, his raspy voice making this sentence sound more suggestive than funny. „Wow, really?“ Imogen asked, cocking an eyebrow. „You were literally the first one, who liked me.“

Corpse chuckled and gave Imogen’s hand a little squeeze.

to be continued…

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morangos com açúcar (chapter one)

Title: morangos com açúcar

Pairing: Dream x OC (fem!streamer!reader) x Quackity

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Mentions of anxiety, depression and ADD.

Note: This may be a Dream x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Dream ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Olivia + Friends — Dream + Friends —Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2

Authors Note: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

Olivia was staring at the prompt in front of her and rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe she was actually playing Jackbox with some of the most famous Minecraft streamers that were currently out there. Sometimes she looked at the chat, but since she was mainly keeping quiet, answering the Quiplash prompt in front of her, Alex’s chat didn’t need to complain about her being a beard.

“Ten more seconds Olivia!” Alex screeched and Olivia rolled her eyes quickly typing in the answer to the prompt. “I’m done, I’m done!” The Gemini let out and lifted her arms, when the first prompt showed up on the display. It wasn’t the one Olivia had gotten.

“Forget the cat in the hat and prepare yourselves for blank in blank” Karl read before the answers appeared on the display. BadBoyHalo had written ‘Muffins in the Oven’ and Sapnap had written ‘Cum in the hat’. The boys immediately started laughing about Sapnap’s answer. Olivia kept quiet and voted for one of them.

“Liv, what’chu think?” Karl asked, realising how quiet their newest player suddenly was. “My opinion?” she pursed her lip and Alex looked over to her. He chuckled. “Y’all should see her face” he grinned, making his chat and the boys in the discord call go feral.

userjkl: That’s unfair! Quackity can always look at Olivia!

useryui: Thank god we can’t see her. 🙄

hatercvb: #cancelOH_livia2021

“So newbie?” Dream asked, “what’s your opinion?” Olivia nodded. “Sapnap could definitely do better than ‘cum in the hat’” Olivia started, “y’all don’t have to hold back just because I’m here. I’ve been friends with Alex for fourteen years. I’m used to inappropriate sentences.” - "What are you suggesting then?" Sapnap asked and Olivia grinned. "There was this super old song from Lonely Island... I think it was from 2009—"

"Dick in a box?" Alex said and Olivia nodded. "Exactly! That was the first thing that came to my mind, when I read the prompt." Just as Olivia finished her sentence the results came in and Sapnap won with a massive difference from Bad. “Thanks for voting Olivia!” Sapnap laughed, when the next prompt appeared. Olivia held her breath. It was the one she had.

“Before marmalade, Paddington Bear had a crippling addiction to blank” Alex read and Olivia felt heat creep up her cheeks. She had written the first thing that came up. “‘self made drugs’” Alex continued, “or ‘sucking whale penises’.” Alex started wheezing and Olivia heard the boys going crazy in Discord.

“WHO WROTE THAT?!” Dream yelled. He sounded as if he was banging his hands on his desk. "A WHALE PENIS?!" Olivia heard Karls voice. "DOES ANYONE OF YOU KNOW HOW MASSIVE THAT IS?" Even Bad was screaming. Olivia felt heat creeping up to her cheeks. "I'm googling this shit now" Alex said, typing away on his keyboard, while Dream asked again, "Who wrote that?" The faceless man was still wheezing and Olivia felt weird. “I did” Olivia spoke quietly, not sure if anyone heard her over Alex screaming that a whale's genitals could be up to 9'8''.

“Olivia!” Karl wheezed. “What?” the girl chuckled. “It’s not that big of a deal, right? Me making dick jokes, right?” She looked over to Alex, who gave her a cheerful grin. "I'm used to your jokes, but the whale penis is something new." He grinned.

Suddenly feeling self-aware she glanced over to the chat. She couldn’t really make out what most of them said, but she saw a lot of shocked emojis and stickers flying up in the chat.

"No offence, but this one definitely goes to our Newbie" Dream spoke, openly confessing whom he was voting for. Olivia blushed and waited for the results to come in. "Obviously Liv get's a Quiplash from this!" Karl chuckled.

The shyness and awkwardness she felt from the first time she interacted with the boys was immediately gone and even the bitter taste of the hateful comments seemed to be washed away for the moment. Olivia was happy to be with Alex and the boys playing a game she never played before and making them laugh.

They continued playing for another hour, mostly Quiplash and Mad Verse City, when Alex asked if any of the boys was streaming afterwards. Karl said he wanted to stream a little bit. "Maybe I'll join. What are you playing tonight?" Alex asked, while Olivia was leaning in her chair. "Probably a round or two of Among Us" Karl announced, "or GTA. Not sure yet. Wanna join?"

Alex told him he was thinking about it, before muting and deafening his Discord and saying his goodbyes to his Chat. His fans were sending some last minute donations and Alex took his time answering the last questions until he turned the stream off.

Olivia took off her headphones and watched Alex do the same. He pulled his beanie off with it and ruffled his hands through his dark hair. Olivia tilted her head and watched her best friend sighing and throwing his head back.

She understood all the fans who were crushing on him. Alex was a gorgeous specimen of a man. He seemed mysterious and exotic with his longer dark hair, his dark brown eyes and the lopsided, cute grin on his lips.

It'd be a lie, if Olivia would say, she had never had a crush on the six months younger boy. When she was thirteen she used to have the biggest crush on him. She was infatuated with him. But he was pretty childish back then and while other girls in their school started dating their crushes, holding hands and even kissing them, Olivia was content with just hanging out with Alex and playing dumb video games.

Her crush disappeared as quick as it came and since then, Alex had been nothing but her bestest friend.

"I know I'm handsome, no need to stare mi vida." Alex said and side-eyed her. "I'm not staring at you because you're handsome, I'm looking at you, because you look tired mi vida." Alex lifted his head and pushed his chair closer to the one Olivia was sitting in.

She was cuddled up in the chair, her knees pulled up to her chin. He grinned. "You haven't called me 'mi vida' in ages, Liv." Olivia rolled her eyes. "Don't get your panties in a knot, Alex" she slowly stood up and stretched herself. Alex watched her hiding her hands in her hoodie. "Already leaving?" he asked, a sad look on his face. "Yes." She simply said. "I haven't even told Diogo and Tomás that I was leaving, lol."

Diogo and Tomás were Olivia's older brothers. Diogo was twenty-seven and Tomás was twenty-five. Both very protective of their youngest sister. "They love me, they know I won't harm you in any way." Alex grinned and stood up, following Olivia to the front door.

Olivia opened the door and Alex grabbed onto her hand. Olivia looked down and cocked an eyebrow. "Clingy much?" she asked and gently took out her hand of his embrace. "Let's meet again this week" Alex called, while Olivia walked over to her car. She waved him and climbed into the seat of her car.

She looked over to the house once more, seeing Alex still standing in the frame of the door. Grinning down at him she sighed before she started the engine of her Mustang and driving home towards her and her brothers shared house.

to be continued…

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morangos com açúcar (prologue)

Title: morangos com açúcar

Pairing: Dream x OC (fem!streamer!reader) x Quackity

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Mentions of anxiety, depression and ADD.

Note: This may be a Dream x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Dream ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Olivia + Friends — Dream + Friends —Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2

The stream started as chaotic as ever, with Alex singing Gen-Z anthems to his audience, while waiting for his friends to arrive. He was just belting out the last tune to High School Musical's "Breaking Free" when a loud knock was heard on the door of his streaming room. "Yeah?" he asked, waiting for the door to get opened.

"Hey, Olivia" he said seeing his best friend since childhood days, stand in the doorframe, two cups of ice creams in her hand. "The camera's on, just a heads up", he said and watched his best friend walk over to the desk.

Olivia María Sousa was twenty-one years old and has been friends with Alex since they were seven years old. They shared similar interests and had the same kind of humor—which was exhilarating.

As a Mexican it was nice for Alex to have a friend with similar roots as him, since Olivia was half-American, half-Portuguese. They often spoke in a mix of Portuguese and Spanish to each other just to tease each other—and their friends.

Olivia was also a Twitch streamer, similar to what her best friend was doing. The only difference was that Olivia's audience was much smaller and Olivia was pretty much faceless.

"It's okay, Quack" Olivia spoke and moved towards the desk. She carefully stretched her arms towards his friend, showing the stream nothing but the sleeves of her black hoodie and her watch and bracelets.

Chat was immediately freaking out.

userxy: Ngl, her bracelets are cute af

userabc: aye! main girl Olivia is back!

haterdef: ugh, I hate her. she's ruining the stream again.

haterghi: making it all about herself again, huh? she's basically using Alex for clout. women are trash.

Olivia couldn't see what Alex's chat was saying, since she was looking at her best friend only, while handing him the ice cream before carefully moving her arms out of the frame again.

Alex tried to ignore the nasty comments, he knew he couldn't protect Olivia from any hate, but he just hoped she wouldn't see them. Olivia wasn't a Minecraft player like he was, she usually streamed herself playing Kingdom Hearts or Genshin Impact. She loved those games more than anything else in the world and usually streamed when she continued playing.

For Olivia, streaming was like a diary. She could come back and see how she played this or that quest and how she reacted to cutscenes and to certain characters. It was something she mainly did for herself so she wasn't even annoyed that she had only 14K followers while her best friend accumulated 4.3 million Twitch follower.

Once out of frame, Olivia sat down in one of Alex's plush chairs. "I'm really excited for the stream, Alex", she grinned. "It feels like you haven't played Jackbox in ages!" Alex grinned at her, watching her eat her ice cream before concentrating back on his stream.

"Chat, Karl and George just came online, I'll add them to the call!" Alex said and Olivia leaned back in the chair, putting her earphones in and watching Alex's stream on her phone.

Once her earphones were in she could hear her and Alex's shared friends voice. Karl Jacobs was a bit older than both of them but enjoyed their company a lot. He had met Alex multiple times but hasn't seen Olivia's face at all yet. The only one who had ever seen how Olivia looked like was Alex.

Karl cheered on Alex and both of them went feral. Olivia chuckled to herself. George seemed kinda tired, complaining why he had to join another feral stream of Quackity when he could simply go to bed and sleep. (A mood to be honest.)

Olivia kept quiet for a while until Alex called her. She could hear Karl in her earphones asking if she was with him and Alex hummed. "Yes, Olivia came over today. She brought me ice cream, isn't she pog?"

Karl let out a jealous sigh. "I want cute Livvy bringing me ice cream as well. I'm jealous." Olivia walked over to Alex, waiting for him to give her his empty ice cream cup and walking out of the room, when her eyes fell onto Alex's chat.

A lot of warm messages from fans all across the world rushing on the side of his stream. Some of the comments were seemingly written by horny fourteen-year-olds and then there were the comments Olivia was most probably used to already.

Hate comments.

She knew Alex tried to keep them from her as much as possible, but she even got hate comments on her own account because people told her she wasn't going with trends or popular games but rather spent 70+ hours playing a Kingdom Hearts game from 2002.

But the comments she got on Alex's channel were nasty. She knew most of them were written by jealous people who didn't want their favorites to be friends with girls. Others were written by trolls who just wanted to spread malice and as much as Olivia tried to keep a healthy mindset, some of these comments were just too much for the twenty-one year old.

userhdf: I absolutely despise Olivia. she's basically a money sucking vampire. she's only with Alex because he's rich.

It hurt. Olivia had known Alex for most of her life and she had shared lovely memories with him. She didn't need money from Alex. She might not have as much viewers and partners as Alex, but an average stream of her with up to 8k viewers could get her up to 20,000$. She didn't need Alex's money.

She was happy with the money she was owning. Sure, it weren't millions of dollars that were raining down into her bank account but it was enough to buy her family a gorgeous house and pay the tuition for her brothers and her own university. Plus, a super nice looking Mustang that was currently parked outside of Alex's house.

Olivia didn't need to brag about money. She was happy with what she earned and with the sponsors she was working with. She didn't need anonymous people on the Internet telling her she was only Alex's friend because of his money.

It still made her feel vulnerable though. Reading comments like this made her self worth plummeting. Leaving her behind as a sad, empty and anxious blob. She often felt depressed and antsy when she read comments like these over and over again. So she did the only thing that helped in a situation like this.

She banned the words "money", "Alex", "Quackity", "despise" and "ew" from her comment section. It felt liberating to not see people hate on her with these words, sure people always found other ways to insult her. But for now they kept quiet.

Just as Olivia threw away the trash, she heard Alex's other friends yell into her earphones and took a look at her phone. The boys had already started the first game—Quiplash and were literally yelling into each others ears.

It was an hour later, that George decided that he wanted to stop playing. He was way too tired. The boys all begged him to stay but George was eager to go to sleep and went offline in the blink of an eye.

Olivia, who was sitting opposite of Alex's gaming set up chuckled into her fist seeing the boys trying to find a backup for George. "Skeppy's not picking up" BadBoyHalo said and Karl sighed. "I don't want freaking Gene to join" he grunted talking about the AI extra player that joined when the party had too little members.

"We don't have another choice I guess" Sapnap said when Alex's eyes lit up. "Guys, I think I have a brilliant idea" he looked over his monitor looking at Olivia being cuddled up on the couch her earphones in her ears, not even looking towards her best friend.

"Q? What's the idea?" yelled Karl. Alex's Chat was equally as confused as Karl as they were able to only see Alex's torso, since the Mexican boy had decided to stand up a little. Without looking at his chat or his Discord, he started speaking.

"Y'all remember my best friend right?" he started and Karl grunted. "Olivia? Of course, she's an angel" Karl said and Olivia's head shot up. She looked over to Alex, seeing him watching her with eager eyes.

"I know none of you except of Karl know her, since she's pretty much—no offense Liv—a loser... but she's currently here... would y'all be fine with her joining?" Alex looked at Olivia who's eyes were as big as plates. She stared at Alex and shook her head.

"No" she mouthed and he pouted. "No" the girl repeated and slowly stood up, trying to flee out of the room. "Olivia, please!" Karl's voice rang in her ears, in hope she was watching the stream to hear the curly haired lad beg. "I don't know your innuendos though!" the girl adressed, loud enough for Alex's microphone to pick up her words.

A unfamiliar voice from Alex's Discord chuckled. "We can play a stranger friendly round for once" the man spoke and Olivia immediately recognized the voice as the loud voice from Alex's friend Dream.

She didn't knew a lot about Dream, but she would recognize his voice from watching Alex's streams. He was a pretty popular Minecraft streamer and as faceless as her.

"Please Olivia!" Alex begged and Olivia sighed. "Fodas" the girl let out and pulled up a chair close to Quackity but still far away from his face cam. The only thing one could see was her hands when she was fumbling with the set of headphones Alex was handing her.

to be continued...

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shit-faced in love (chapter nine)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 1,286

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 — Chapter 8 — Chapter 9 — Chapter 10

— — —

Stepping out of the airport and letting Buddy free roam on a piece of grass by the San Diego International Airport felt like freedom for the Irish girl and her emotional support dog. They have spent the last seven and a half hours on two different planes with a 40 minute long layover in Denver.

Imogen didn’t even have time to panic, since the flights were rather stressful. She could barely close her eyes on the four and a half hour flight from Charlotte to Denver. And once in Denver, she quickly grabbed a bite to eat before climbing the plane to San Diego, where she was currently standing.

She had never been in California before, but the humidity was already a whole other level. Not as bad as Texas had been, but very different from the other two US-states she had visited so far.

Imogen waited for Buddy to do his toilet business before walking back into the airport and towards a car renting service. She had called them beforehand, reserving a SUV for her and Buddy to use while in California.

Instead of the iconic lime green Wrangler, she had chosen a rather sleek looking car this time. A blood red and polished Porsche Cayenne was waiting for her and Imogen gaped open. „God, this car is sexy!“ She screeched, taking a few pictures from the car—immediately in love with it. „Buddy, remind me to buy a blood red Porsche, when we’re back home“ the woman grinned, gently letting her hands move over the exterior of the car.

„People will think I’m in love with a car“ Imogen shook her head and fixed her suitcases in the trunk before fixing Buddy onto the backseat. The Husky was immediately laying down. The Californian heat was getting to him. „We’re soon at our hotel, I promise.“ Imogen climbed into the drivers seat and started the engine. The Porsche was purring under her feet and she grinned, while typing the address of her hotel into the GPS.

The traffic in San Diego wasn’t as bad as Imogen had feared and she soon drove into the underground car park of the Marriot hotel she was staying in. She had booked a suite for three weeks, not sure if she was staying longer or keeping it with three weeks. She hadn’t spoken to Corpse yet.

All he was aware of, was that she was finally in San Diego and that her pole dancing classes would start on Monday—so in three days.

After Imogen had checked into her suite she sat down on the couch and stared out of the panorama window. San Diego stretched itself into the distance and Imogen immediately fell in love with the sight. She took a picture and texted it to Baylee.

Taking a deep breath, Imogen grabbed her phone and immediately called Corpse. Without shooting him a warning via message. While the phone was ringing she bit her lip. What if he was sleeping? Imogen was aware of how fucked up Corpse’s sleeping schedule was. She’d never forgave herself if she would wake him.

„Whaddup baby?“ Corpse’s signature greeting rang in her ears and she held her breath. „A-Are we looking at the same sky now?“ She asked before even greeting him. A hoarse chuckle left Corpse’s lips. „Probably not, Imogen. My blinds are closed.“ Imogen gulped. She felt her heart beat faster. Somehow Corpse’s voice seemed even closer.

„I’m in San Diego“ she whispered and heard Corpse hum. „I know. I saw your updates. Nice Porsche, Mo.“ Hearing her nickname out of his mouth made the hairs on her arms stand up. She still hadn’t given him an answer to his sudden confession.

„My pole dance classes start on Monday“ the Irish lass continued. She didn’t know why she was this nervous. She was just speaking with her good friend Corpse—who had a crush on her and was probably somewhere in this city, cuddled up in his bed sheets, his head resting on a cool pillow, while his body was snuggled in between warming comforters, giving him the solace he needed.

„I know, Imogen. You told me.“ - „What’s the plan now?“, she asked, her voice nothing but a whisper. „You tell me. What do you want to do?“

I want to see you.

The words didn’t leave Imogen’s mouth. She couldn’t just drive over to his house, bang on his door and intrude into his safe place. „Do you want to face time?“, she asked. „Why face time, when I don’t even show my face?“ The boy asked and Imogen opened her mouth. „True…“ a weak laugh left her lips. „Do you“ Corpse started, „want me to come over?“ Imogen gulped. „You don’t want to face time, but you want to come over to my hotel?“ A hum was coming from the other side of the phone. „I want to see you with my own two eyes, Imogen.“

Imogen bit her lip. „Would you mind giving me an hour to get ready? I can’t possibly meet you when I’m sweaty from the flight and when my make-up looks like shit.“ A chuckle left Corpse’s lips. „I bet you’re gorgeous.“

Ba-dump, ba-dump.

Imogen gulped. „Please“ she whispered, suddenly becoming nervous. „Text me the hotel, I’ll get us some food. How does pasta sound?“ The young man asked and Imogen nodded—even though Corpse couldn’t see it. „That sounds great!“ Imogen had a lump in her throat. Her heart was beating faster and her hands were sweaty.

„Then I’ll see you in an hour, Mo.“ Corpse said and Imogen hummed. „See you then“, she whispered and the hung up. Once Corpse was off the phone, Imogen yeeted it across the room. Buddy looked up from his cushion to see Imogen stripping off her clothes.

„I need to take a quick shower, straighten my hair, put on nice clothes and do my makeup… in AN HOUR?!“ Imogen started screaming and ran through her suite. „Oh my god, where’s my toiletries?!“

Looking at herself in the mirror, she seemed happy with the outcome. The pink plaited skirt seemed a bit short at a second glance, but Imogen wore black safety shorts under it and the black, oversized hoodie covered a bit of her arse.

Her makeup seemed on fleek too. Her eyeliners looked practically identical and the hot pink eyeshadow made the colors of her eyes pop even more. She had straightened her hair and put it up in two high setted pigtails making her seem way too cute and innocent.

„Buddy? How do I look?“ Imogen asked, when a knock made her flinch. She and her dog both looked towards the door of the suite. Imogen gulped and quickly scanned the suite. It was tidy—Imogen had cleaned up the mess she made (when she panicked)—and seemed presentable.

With a deep sigh Imogen walked over to the door, Buddy hot on her heels. She peeked through the peephole of the door and saw nothing but a black hoodie and some silver chains. „W-Who’s there?“, she asked through the wooden door; her hands pressed flat against the surface.

„It’s me, Imogen. Corpse.“ His hoarse voice was heard through the wood that separated the two of them and Imogen heard her heart do a tumble.

Blowing up her cheeks, she looked down, while she unlocked the door and stepped aside—hiding herself behind the door. „Imogen?“, Corpse’s raw voice hit her ears and she carefully stepped up from behind the door, her eyes still glued to the floor. „H-Hi“, she whispered.

„L-Look up“, the young man said quietly and Imogen slowly lifted her head.

to be continued…

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shit-faced in love (chapter eight)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 1,513

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 — Chapter 8 — Chapter 9

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Imogen stared at her phone and gulped. That was a strange request from Corpse. His request to talk to her came so suddenly, she actually choked on her Chick-Fil-A takeout. She swallowed the sandwich with some white Monster, before standing up from the kitchen table.

„I’m going to my room and make a call“ the Irish lass apologized herself and ran up the stairs, Karl following her with her eyes and Buddy dashing upstairs, following his owner.

Imogen could feel her heartbeat speed up and walked her room up and down. Her hands felt sweaty, while she went onto her contacts and pressed Corpse’s name. She bit her lip and pressed his number, slowly lifting the phone until it reacher her ear.

Her heart was beating so fast and loud, Imogen was sure, Corpse would be able to hear it through the phone. The hairs on her arms were standing up and goosebumps were washing over her body. She slowly sat down, listening to the phone ringing in her ear—until it clicked.

Imogen’s whole body tensed. „Whaddup baby?“ Corpse’s voice reached her ear and she gulped. „You wanted to talk?“ Imogen went straight to the point—a little too fast for the faceless YouTuber. „You’re a quick one… wasting absolutely no time“ he chuckled, but Imogen was way too anxious to laugh.

Her mind was making excuses to why Corpse suddenly wanted to speak to her. Worst case scenario: he didn’t want to see her and she didn’t even need to drive to San Diego. She quickly went to her bed and sat down on the edge of it.

„Your text sounded urgent“ she choked out and Buddy sat in front of her, laying his head onto her left knee. „You didn’t have to call immediately… especially not if you’re busy with Karl.“ Imogen’s eyebrow shot up. „Busy with Karl? What do you mean?“, she asked and heard Corpse sigh. „All the selfies you took with him. Must be fun to have such a nice boy with you.“ Imogen tilted her head. „Corpse, I don’t think I understand you…“ - „Of course you don’t.“

Imogen knew that sound in his voice. He sounded passive aggressive. It was a tone, the mentally ill girl has heard plenty of times. It was disrespecting and made oneself feel tiny and useless. Imogen’s bottom lip started shivering.

„What’s up?“ She asked, knowing it was untypical of Corpse to speak to her like this. „I said what I said“ the Leo boy answered and Imogen blew up her cheeks. „You texted me that you needed to talk and now you don’t speak? I can’t read your mind, Corpse. Either way you talk to me or you hang up.“

„Are you dating Karl?“

Corpse’s questions came out of nowhere and Imogen widened her eyes. Her heart almost stopped in her chest and she grabbed onto Buddy’s collar. „What?“ The 28-year-old asked, gulping.

„I just want to know if you’re dating Karl. I know it’s not my place to ask, but I… I need to know if you’re dating him or if I’m still allowed to have these feelings inside of me.“ Corpse’s voice was shaking towards the end and Imogen gulped.

„F-Feelings inside of you?“ - „Yes. Feelings, Imogen.“ The woman bit her bottom lip. „How can you have feelings for me, though?“ she asked, not able to stop her heart, that was beating crazily fast in her chest.

„It just happened over the time, okay? At first I only wanted to be your friend, but then we texted and talked more frequently and I started to like your personality… even though how severely mentally ill you are. And then I fell in love with how you look. You’re unholy gorgeous and hot and I just got super jealous seeing you with Karl so I wanted to make sure the two of you aren’t dating… and now I accidentally confessed to you and I don’t know what to do anymore.“

Imogen had no words. She bit her lip, while Corpse told her, how infatuated he was with her. „I don’t think you should like me, Corpse“ she whispered. „As you said, I’m mentally ill. I don’t think that—“ - „I don’t care about that!“, the younger male let out and Imogen sighed. „First of all, no, I am not dating Karl and second of all… I don’t know what to say to your confession… I-I’m sorry.“

„It’s okay. I don’t expect you to say anything immediately. I’m surprised about myself to be honest. I didn’t think I’d say anything at all.“ Corpse chuckled, while Imogen started to feel miserable. She took a deep breath. „Can you give me a bit time to think about this? I need to sort out my feelings before I can properly answer you“ her voice almost broke and Imogen could hear Corpse hum. „Sure, Imogen. I’m sorry that I dumped this on you so suddenly.“

Imogen laid back in the bed. „I’ll shoot you a text or call“ the Irish lass whispered and Corpse hummed. „Take care, Mo.“ Corpse said before hanging up.

Imogen dropped her phone and closed her eyes. Corpse had a crush on her? The Corpse Husband had a crush on her? On a nobody like her? Imogen felt her breathing hitch and curled into a ball. Buddy immediately jumped onto the bed and cuddled into Imogen. The woman held onto the fur of her dog and hid her face into it. She didn’t knew why she was feeling so anxious all of a sudden, but the feeling that someone like-liked her seemed so scary to her.

Especially since she absolutely hated herself. How could someone like her, when she didn’t like herself either? Imogen’s head felt dizzy and she felt hot tears prick at the corner of her eyes, as she hid herself in Buddy’s fur and started bawling her eyes out.

Imogen couldn’t even hold the phone to her ear, when Baylee called. She had it on speaker and it was laying next to her head, while she was laying on her back—staring at the ceiling.

„What happened boo?“ Baylee asked, her soft voice immediately calming Imogen down. „C-Corpse“, she whispered. „What happened to him? Is he okay?“ - „He told me he like-likes me.“ Imogen let out and all of a sudden it got quiet on the other side of the line.

„He, more or less, confessed accidentally… He was kinda jealous about Karl and I and wanted to talk about it, then he got unfair and then he confessed… How can he like me? How Baylee? No one likes me… I’m a fucking freak!“

Baylee knew it was her mental illness speaking out of Imogen right now. Pure, raw, unfiltered emotions the twenty-eight year old couldn’t control. It still hurt the Texan girl. She knew how black and white the thoughts of her friend were. She knew that Imogen didn’t mean it like that, but it was still hurtful.

„Hey“ Baylee started, her voice soft and warm like a hot chocolate on a cold day. „I know how scary that must’ve sounded, but he has his thoughts and you have yours. And if his mind tells you, you’re the most gorgeous human being on the planet, then you are. At least in his point of view.“ Baylee started. Imogen gulped. „I know how hard it is for you to accept the fact that other people like you. I know you, Mo. I’ve been your friend for almost six years now. ‚As long as I don’t like myself, no one can‘“ Baylee said and Imogen bit her lip.

„Bay…“ the Irish lass said, but Baylee sighed. „How do you feel towards Corpse? You seemed so giddy when you were talking about him, when you were with me.“

Imogen closed her eyes. „He’s a gorgeous human. I like talking to him… he’s great company.“ - „Then what’s stopping you?“ Baylee asked and Imogen sighed. „Is it the fact that you haven’t seen him?“ Baylee asked and Imogen grunted. „I don’t even know. I guess I’m just way too afraid to show him that I like him too. I don’t want to burden him with my feelings… wait…“ Imogen sat up. „Baylee, I guess I like him too.“ Imogen’s whole body was shaking. Was she really this interested in Corpse? Was she romantically drawn towards him? Or was she just drawn to him, because he was her friend?

„How do I find out if I like-like him or if I like him as my friend?“ Imogen asked and Baylee chuckled. „I guess you can only find out, by spending time with him. One on one in San Diego. Don’t run away from the fact, that he’s waiting for you. I know why you’re still in North Carolina… You’re too afraid to disappoint Corpse. Am I right?“

Baylee was spot on. Imogen gulped. „I guess I need to fly to San Diego…“ Baylee chuckled. „Of course you do! Go and get him tiger!“

to be continued…

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morangos com açúcar

Title: morangos com açúcar

Pairing: Dream x OC (fem!streamer!reader) x Quackity

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Mentions of anxiety, depression and ADD.

Note: This may be a Dream x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Dream ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Olivia + Friends — Dream + Friends —Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2

Dream

GeorgeNotFound

Sapnap

next: Prologue

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morangos com açúcar

Title: morangos com açúcar

Pairing: Dream x OC (fem!streamer!reader) x Quackity

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Mentions of anxiety, depression and ADD.

Note: This may be a Dream x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Dream ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Olivia + Friends — Dream + Friends —Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 

OH!livia

Quackity

Karl Jacobs

next: Dream + Friends

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shit-faced in love (chapter seven)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 749

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 — Chapter 8

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„Imogen… I think we broke the internet.“ Karl stared at Imogen’s phone with wide eyes. Imogen nodded while she watched the numbers under her newest TikTok change every two seconds. She already hit the three million mark and gulped.„It wasn’t even a trend or anything“, Imogen gulped and looked over to Karl. „I didn’t even use any unique sound.“ - „Mo, you literally used the slowed down part of ‚E-Girls Are Ruining My Life‘.“ Karl commented and watched the TikTok repeat all over again.In the beginning of the video Imogen was seen in her skinny jeans and one of Karl’s oversized hoodies, the hood covering half of her face and her hands were hidden by the sleeves of the shirt. When the line „date me, when you fuck me“ she did a slut drop and the transition showed her in a tiny black tanktop and a low rise mini skirt with a leg choker decorating her thighs. Next to her sat Buddy, with his head tilted and Imogen rubbed her face in his fur, while still showing off her outfit and figure.„I bet it was the shock of seeing your figure so “, he coughed, „obvious.“ Karl looked at Imogen who was wearing loose clothes again. „Not gonna lie… I wash shocked when you changed your clothes…“ - „Karl… I was wearing an E-Girly look. Even though I am more of a grunge-alt girl. I’m not eighteen anymore.“ Imogen rolled her eyes, when her phone pinged with yet another notification.

„We really broke the Internet, Mo.“ 

Imogen was ignoring Karl and stared at her phone. She had taken a few pictures of her outfit before she changed clothes and she was staring at the comments that were rushing in, when a notification pinged up and she saw Corpse re-posting her TikTok on his Instagram. „We did not only break the internet, we broke Corpse.“ Imogen turned to look at Karl.

„What do you mean?“, Karl asked, when Imogen turned her phone and one of Corpse’s fan arts blinked up on the display. „Sis, he’s calling“, Karl grinned and Imogen turned the phone around and stared at the big white letters on her phone.

„Oh shit…“, she mumbled and answered the call. Before Imogen could even say hello, Corpse’s raspy voice tingled her ears. „Whaddup baby?“, he asked and Imogen bit her lip. „I’m doing great, Corpse. I broke the internet!“, Imogen laughed.

„I saw that. And you used my song.“ - „I thought it’d fit“, Imogen grinned and stood up. She gave Karl a short wave and walked into her guest room. Buddy lifted his head from his cushion and looked at Imogen. But since Imogen had a big smile on her lips and threw herself on the bed and into the cushions, the husky calmed down and laid back onto his cushion.

„Not gonna lie, but you gave me a heart attack with that drop“, Corpse laughed and Imogen grinned. „I practiced my slut drop“, she laughed. „D-Did you like the TikTok?“ Her question lingered in the air and Imogen wondered to herself, why she wanted to know if he liked it.

Of course, making a TikTok to one of her friends’ most famous song held a bit of pressure—she didn’t want to disappoint him. But she was pretty confident in her thirst trap. Even though she knew she would wake up tomorrow, wishing she could delete the video and all the memories of it.

„I downloaded it“ Corpse finally answered and Imogen widened her eyes. „Why’d you download it?“ - „In case my wifi dies tomorrow and I can’t go on TikTok and watch it again. You should disable the download function though. I don’t want any creepy guys watch that video though.“

Imogen started laughing. „I can’t believe you, Corpse! That’s so random!“ Corpse chuckled. „How long will you tour the states until you come to San Diego?“, he suddenly asked and Imogen gulped. „MrBeast needs me for a few videos here in Greenville. It’s not clear yet, how long I’ll stay here. Karl also planned a few collabs with me and I agreed to it.“

Imogen could hear Corpse sigh in the background. „Corpse… why’d you sigh?“ Anxiety crept up Imogen’s back and she felt her hands shiver.

Buddy immediately jump on the bed and bump his head against Imogen. „I just wish you’d already be here. Even though I can’t promise you that I’d be able to look at you.“

to be continued…

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[greengrayeyeswrites]

shit-faced in love (chapter six)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 1,066

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7

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It took Imogen two days to reach Greenville, North Carolina. After multiple mental breakdowns while getting lost, she finally reached her destination; the driveway of a pretty normal looking house. Turning the engine off, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts.

Not even a second later, the young male stepped out of the door and toward the grass green Wrangler. Imogen jumped out of the drivers seat and practically flew into Karl’s arms.

Imogen and Karl got to know each other through Corpse, who invited both of them to a match of Among Us a few months prior and the two of them soon clicked.

Imogen was amazed by Karl’s positivity—something she didn’t really possessed. She liked how energetic Karl was and loved him in the MrBeast videos.

When they started to befriend each other, it took Karl a bit of time to get along with Imogen. He was a bit overwhelmed about how open she was with her mental health—especially her illness. But once the first awkwardness dissolved the two of them started to become inseparable. 

Karl laughed into Imogen’s hair, while the older female hugged him. „God, I almost lost hope“, Imogen started. „I got lost at least three times!“ Imogen chuckled and slowly let go of Karl. 

The younger male laughed and watched Imogen free Buddy from the car. The husky immediately went to Karl and started sniffing his legs. Karl bend down and held his hand towards the emotional support pet.

Buddy tilted his head before sniffing the boys hand. Sneezing once he bumped his head against Karl’s palm. Imogen chuckled. „That means he approves of you“, the 28-year-old explained, while taking out her baggage from the trunk.

Karl ruffled Buddy’s fur and went over to help Imogen. „I already cleaned the guest room for you. You can use the streaming equipment to your liking!“ He smiled and Imogen grinned.

Her heart felt safe being around Karl—even though she just met him in person. „Thanks for letting me crash over at your house“, she started and Karl laughed carrying one of Imogen’s suitcases into his house.

„You’re welcome!“, he quickly announced and Imogen bit her lip. „I could’ve rented an AirBnB“, she exclaimed but Karl shook his head. „You’re my friend so you get to stay in my house.“

Karl led Imogen up the stairs to the guest bedroom. Buddy followed the adults upstairs. „Especially since we’re starting to work together from tomorrow on“, Karl continued and Imogen nodded.

„What exactly are we doing for the video?“ Imogen asked, when Karl opened the door to the guest room and the YouTuber was presented with a clean and wide bedroom. 

Next to the window was a huge streaming set up with a computer, two monitors, a microphone and a tripod for a camera. Next to the computer stood a Play Station 5 and opposite of the desk was a huge bed.

„I hope this is okay“, Karl said, when Imogen turned quiet. „This is more than enough, Karl. I really appreciate it!“ Imogen grinned at Karl and whistled for Buddy, who entered the room and started sniffing around until he laid down on a sunny spot in front of the window and closed his eyes.

„The drive drained him“, Imogen spoke and walked over to her dog, patting him. „Imma leave him here for a while.“ The older woman put her suitcases next to the bed and followed Karl out of the guest room. 

Karl showed her around the house and introduced her to his roommates, where Imogen turned shy again. Karl chuckled at her behavior. 

The two of them decided to cook together for dinner and Imogen told Karl everything about her best friend Baylee. „God, it was healing staying with her. But life has to go on, right?“, she asked while watching Karl checked the chicken in the oven.

„But you can always come back and visit her. You know that, Mo?“ - „I do… but god! I have to send her a selfie of us! She has a massive crush on you!“ Imogen laughed and went to get her phone.

„She has a crush on me?“, he asked, slightly blushing. Imogen chuckled. „Don’t act like your fans don’t crush on you. I mean look at you, Karl!“ Imogen pointed at Karl. „Baylee loves your style! Sometime she goes thrifting and finds things similar to your wardrobe!“

„Why send her a selfie when you can FaceTime her? I wanna see the girl that has a crush on me!“ Karl laughed and Imogen rolled her eyes. She quickly texted Baylee, asking if it’s okay to FaceTime her. Baylee send an ‚Okay‘ emoji and Imogen dialed her number.

Once the face of her best friend appeared on the screen, Imogen’s heart did a little spin. „Hey Bay!“, she greeted her friend, who immediately asked how the drive has been. „Man… sounds stressful. Especially the getting lost part!“ Baylee was rolling her eyes, when Karl appeared behind Imogen.

The face Baylee made, when she saw the streamer, was priceless. She froze and Imogen thought the connection broke when Baylee started stuttering.

„H-Hi Karl Jacobs“, she spoke and Imogen laughed. „Hi Imogen’s Best Friend“, Karl greeted Baylee who started having a full blown fangirl attack.

„You didn’t lie when you said she has a crush on me“, Karl laughed when they had dinner. Imogen chuckled. „I may be mentally ill but I don’t lie!“ She stuck out her tongue and looked at Karl. „Hey Karl… I have a question?“

Buddy was lying by Imogen’s feet, watching the two of them eating their chicken. „Would you like to help me shoot some TikTok’s?“ Karl immediately noticed Imogen’s sinister smile and coughed. „We’re not speaking of thirst traps, right?“ He asked and Imogen grinned wide.

„I mean I promised my viewers that I’ll go pole dancing when I reach 2 mil and when we’re already planning to hoe on a pole, why not make some thirst traps!“ Imogen’s cheeks were tomato red and Karl gulped.

„Are you sure?“ - „Yeah… I always wanted to do a few traps… show my fans I am more than just a depressed mentally ill chick.“

„You want to show them you’re a hot depressed girl?“ Karl asked and Imogen grinned. „Yes… that’s the plan. And you my pretty friend, have the honor to help me!“  

to be continued…

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[greengrayeyeswrites]

shit-faced in love (chapter five)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 1,158

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6

Author’s Note: Hello guys! I am very, very sorry that I didn’t update this any sooner. I’ve had a lot of troubles with my mental health lately, especially my bpd acting up and making me feel so worthless I wanted to punch myself in the face with a chair... But I thought that I need to get my shit back together and post a new chapter. I am really sorry about the delay. All these likes I am getting on a story that I mainly write for myself is overwhelming... so a massive thank you!

Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY CORPSE!

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Imogen ended up being MIA for two whole days. She didn’t update her Twitter after cancelling the stream and didn’t upload anything on her Instagram story and her feed. 

The day after her bad mood swing she stayed at home and Baylee came over. The two girls were spending the day on the couch watching silly old-school romcoms; Buddy sitting in between them in case Imogen needed him.

They were watching movie after movie, falling asleep in between and Imogen felt bad for Baylee. She apologized for being so unmotivated, boring and weird today but Baylee quickly shook her head and told her that it was okay. 

Imogen couldn’t believe how happy she was to have Baylee as her friend, but since she was shifting from black to white thinking and back to black, she couldn’t really feel the happiness she knew existed somewhere. 

All she felt was emptiness and sadness. The episode lasted four whole hours and Imogen fell asleep crying in the middle of it. 

On her final day in Houston, Imogen and Baylee decided to go shopping and Imogen wanted to spoil her best friend. She got her a new computer and a new phone—which Baylee couldn’t quite believe. But Imogen was persistent and wanted her to keep the things.

Imogen then rented a beautiful NCT green colored Jeep Wrangler; which the girls immediately tried out when they were driving to the Space Center Houston for their last day.

„You almost sounded like MrBeast, when you gave me the phone and Macbook“ Baylee chuckled, as the girls looked for a parking lot in front of the Space Center. „I mean I’m meeting him and the crew next week for the first time, so I have to practice“, Imogen grinned, feeling way happier then a few days back.

„D’you already know what you’re doing with them?“ Baylee asked, but Imogen shook her head, when her phone rang with a message notification.

„Would you mind?“ Imogen asked nodding towards her phone, that was peeking out of her totebag in front of Baylee’s feet. Buddy was lifting his head from the backseat, looking at his owner and her friend.

„You got a voice message from Corpse“ Baylee read the notification on the lock screen and Imogen gulped. „Would you mind playing it?“ The twenty-eight year old asked and Baylee nodded, unlocking Imogen’s phone and pressing play.

The first thing both girls could hear was shuffling in the background before Corpse’s deep voice rang in their ears. „Whaddup baby?“, he asked and a shiver went through Imogen’s body, while she maneuvered the car into a parking lot. 

Baylee slapped her hand over her mouth, staring at Imogen in shock. Hearing his go-to phrase so close to her ears and so intimate was kinda scary. Baylee felt like she was eavesdropping.

„How are you feeling?“ Corpse asked, „We were kinda worried when you didn’t respond to the group chat. I know I go MIA as well but you usually told us what was wrong. Rae was worried and I was as well. Please text us soon, so we don’t have to worry anymore.“ 

A quiet breath left his lips and Imogen looked over to Baylee, who was still covering her mouth. „I hope you finish your MrBeast stuff soon. I want to meet you real quick!“ Corpse finished the message and the phone screen turned black.

„Oh my god“ Baylee let out and stared at Imogen. „I felt so bad for listening, Mo!“ She cried out and Imogen gulped. „I feel so bad for not telling them what happened. I know how worried they get when I don't text!“ Imogen shook her head.

„Here, here!“ Baylee pressed the phone into Imogen’s hands. „Text them now! Tell them how you’re feeling and what you’re up to today!“ Baylee turned around to Buddy.

„Buddy, I can’t believe I heard Corpse speak like that! He was genuinely worried!“ Imogen watched her best friend and shook her head.

She had to be honest. Hearing Corpse’s voice like that made her heart jump a little bit. What was he doing with her? She didn’t even know what he looked like, yet he made her heart do weird dancy-dances. 

She knew Baylee was watching her, while she typed into her phone. She knew Baylee wanted to know what she wrote—and she would’ve told her, if she wouldn’t be so shy about it.

When the women came home this night, Baylee decided to crash over in Imogen’s AirBnB. They stayed up most of the night and talked about everything and nothing. They were talking about Baylee’s crush on her co-worker, that didn’t even notice her presence. They spoke about Imogen’s therapy and medication and how Buddy had helped her out of so many dark places already; and then, as the sun was about to rise again, they fell asleep.

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They woke up to Buddy licking their faces, wagging with his tail only a few hours later. Baylee sat up and looked at Imogen, fighting her dog off her.

„You know what? I’m going to miss you.“ Imogen finally got Buddy off her and looked at Baylee. Tears filled her best friends eyes and Imogen looked at her. „Bay“, she whispered and crushed her best friend in a hug. „This week went by way too fast“ Baylee cried into Imogen’s shoulder. „I swear, before I go back to Ireland, I’ll take you on a vacy to Hawaii. So be prepared to take a few days off, once I’m done with my travel!“

Imogen started laughing and Baylee grinned. „Gotcha!“

After having a breakfast together, Baylee helped Imogen pack her stuff and load it into the Wrangler. Imogen was fastening Buddy in the backseat, when she closed the door behind her and hugged Baylee once more.

„Take care, Mo.“ Baylee said and squished Imogen’s cheeks. „I will.“ - „No, I’m serious. When you feel low or sad or empty , turn off the cameras and hold Buddy. Okay?“

Imogen smiled. „I will. Thank you, Bay.“ The girls hugged once more, Baylee clinging on to Imogen as if her life depends on it. „I just wish I could quit my retail job and follow you around, being your camera woman or something.“ Baylee sighed and Imogen looked at her.

Imogen’s brain buzzed. „Keep that in mind, Bay. Okay? I’d even pay you.“ Baylee looked at Imogen and the Irish lass grinned. „Whatever you say, big girl“ Baylee grinned and softly banged the side of the Wrangler.

„Go and take the NCTzen car through the states.“ Baylee grinned and stepped aside to her own car. Imogen grinned and climbed into the Wrangler.

„Good luck on these 1,270 miles!“ Balyee yelled, as Imogen turned on the engine. „Take breaks in between okay?“ Imogen nodded and started backing out of the driveway.

Baylee disappeared into the distance and a piece of Imogen’s heart broke, when she left Houston behind.  

to be continued...

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[greengrayeyeswrites]

shit-faced in love (chapter four)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 1,181

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5

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Imogen enjoyed her time in Houston to the fullest. Even if she had to wear her mask at all times. Spending time with Baylee and finally getting to know her best friend in real life, meant the world to her. 

The day after Japan Con, where a lot of visitors asked Imogen to sign her notebooks and phones, a lot of hashtags were trending. #imogenblacksus was one of them and Imogen didn’t really understand the issue, until Baylee explained her the issues her fans had with the black Among Us character she bought.

„Are you serious?“ Imogen had asked, while feeding Buddy and looking at her laptop—that was on top of the dinner table, uploading a new Buddy Vlog. „I wish I would be joking“, Baylee said, browsing through Twitter. „This one update page of yours, imogenhenupdts, posted a whole thread about us on Japan Con. Well, more about you but my name was said as well.“ Baylee chuckled and Imogen lifted her eyebrow.

„I always wonder where they get those informations.“ Imogen shook her head. „The fact that they called the insider OP though… seems like they were a K-Pop fan account before they were yours.“ Baylee said and read through the thread once again.

„Lol, your fans can’t live with the fact that you chose Corpse’s color! You should make Corpse’s mask for him!“ Baylee laughed and Imogen pressed her lips together. „That reminds me! I wanted to tell him!“ Imogen grabbed her phone and texted the younger male.

Imogen could hear Corpse’s confused voice in her head and started laughing. She turned the phone to Baylee who chuckled. „He seems confused“, Baylee chuckled, still scrolling through Twitter.

Imogen chuckled and texted Corpse that he should add Corpse-Astronauts into his merchandise. The boy only answered with a confused emoji and Imogen chuckled.

„What are your plans, Imogen?“ Baylee suddenly asked and Imogen put the phone away. „Plans?“ - „Yeah. You bought a one-way ticket to the states. What are your plans here?“ 

Imogen was quiet for a while. She leaned back into the green chair she was sitting in. „Well, first I wanted to spend some time with you. You’re off work for the whole week, right?“ She asked and Baylee nodded. „Mr Beast invited me to join one of his videos“ Imogen continued. „Then I wanted to meet Rae and Sykkuno and of course my“ Imogen took a deep breath, „my pole dance classes in San Diego.“

Baylee and Imogen looked at each other and Baylee started laughing. „I still can’t believe this is happening. You’re doing pole dancing.“ Baylee laughed. „This seems so weird. But we both know what your real reason visiting San Diego is.“

Imogen felt heat creep up into her cheeks. „I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m planning to visit the whole country.“ - „Then why aren’t you visiting Dream in Florida?“ Another heat wave crept up into Imogen’s cheeks. „Baylee…“ - „We both know that you are visiting Mr No-Face, Corpse.“ 

Imogen looked away. „Maybe I am. But it’s not a big deal. He’s just another friend of mine.“ - „A friend who’s Among Us color you got when there were a ton of white ones.“ Imogen opened her mouth. „Now you sound exactly like that update page of mine!“ Baylee started laughing. 

„I like teasing you, Mo. You know that!“ - „I do. I feel it, very vividly.“ Imogen acted as if she had to gag and Baylee chuckled. „Jokes aside. Why aren’t you visiting Dream?“ Imogen lifted her arms. „Excuse me? He’s super famous!“

„And so are you?“ Baylee lifted her shoulders. „I only played Among Us with him once. We’re not really friends. He has a whole other streaming friend group than I do. We’re just acquainted.“ 

„In case you ever get to know him more, hmu. I want to know all about him!“ Baylee’s eyes glimmered and Imogen opened her mouth. „I am so disappointed! What happened with your undying love for Seán?“ Baylee ignored the Irish woman and stood up. „I need to head home. I promised my mum to take care of the dinner tonight.“ - „Way to ignore the topic“, Imogen grinned but stood up and followed her best friend to the door.

„I’m streaming Pummel Party with some of my friends tonight, in case you want to log in and watch my stream“ Imogen smiled and Baylee nodded. „I won’t ever miss any of your streams, Mo. You know that.“ Imogen nodded and waved Baylee before closing the door behind her. „Bud, we have a great friend, don’t we?“ She asked and Buddy slowly lifted his head and looked at Imogen, before laying down again. 

Imogen sat down on the couch, Buddy lifted his head once more and scooted closer, before laying his head on Imogen’s lap. The woman started patting his head, while scrolling through the pictures she and Baylee had taken these past days. 

After finding one, she quickly posted it on her Instagram, looking at the comments and likes that were slowly rolling in.

Imogen smiled at her phone and locked it. She enjoyed being with Baylee a lot. Yet she knew, she couldn’t stay in the states forever.

Panic crept up her back and Imogen closed her eyes. She knew that she couldn’t run away from her home in Ireland—and she didn’t wanted to do that. But staying in Houston with Baylee felt like healing.

It felt like all the weight of her mental illness and her fight against BPD and depression was taken off her shoulders. She felt like a normal woman and not one with major mental issues. 

She sighed, while her eyes filled with tears. She felt an episode creeping up. „Buddy“ she called and the dog immediately lifted his head. He stared at Imogen with intense eyes, waiting to calm her down.

She felt low and sad all of a sudden. Her mouth tasted irony and her heart hurt. Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes and she grabbed Buddy’s fur. The dog scooted closer and licked her cheeks.

Imogen took a deep breath and the tears spilled. She started crying and shivering, hiding in Buddy’s fur. She hated feeling like that. Even though she was medicated, these quick mood swings ruined her.

She was feeling happy just a second ago. And now she felt empty and sad and just wanted to sleep. With a sigh she grabbed her phone and tweeted out, that she wouldn’t join tonights Pummel Party stream. Her fans were worried and quickly tweeted encouraging words, but Imogen had already shifted and was in her black and white thinking.

She texted her friends and told them, that she wouldn’t join tonight and wouldn’t stream. She told them she wasn’t feeling well. She wouldn’t tell them that she fell into a hole of self loathing and sadness. She couldn’t put this on them. 

Imogen looked at Buddy and sighed. „Let’s just hope this episode ends quick“ she whispered and held her dog close. She hated this feeling. She absolutely hated it.

to be continued...

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[greengrayeyeswrites]

shit-faced in love (chapter three)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 1,151

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn’t like fanfics about him, I’ll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4: Here

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Imogen’s hair was messy, her make-up was smudged and her feet were feeling weird. She looked for the outside area of the airport so Buddy could go to the toilet. Her mind was racing, while she waited for Buddy to finish his business.

Then she searched the sleeping capsules and booked one for three and a half hours. Finally on her own in her own, private capsule the twenty-eight year old could finally relax.

She laid on the little bed, checked her social media and soon fell asleep. The jet lag was killing her. She flew eight hours into the past and it took its toll on her.

Buddy was lying on the floor on his cushion and was gently snoring away. Imogen’s whole body relaxed, while she laid on the bed, the quilt covering her whole face. 

She was glad she didn’t have to go through security once more. Her checked-in luggage was already on it’s way to the next airplane. 

Imogen almost slept through her alarm, when Buddy wouldn’t have woken her up with a wet kiss on her cheek. She exited the capsule and went to the closest restroom to refresh her and fix her make-up. 

Looking fresh and clean she entered the next airplane. The flight to Houston only took three hours and Imogen reached the lone star state at 3:30 am. 

To call Imogen tired and fucked was an understatement. The woman was completely wrecked, and felt sleep deprived. She had been flying through different timezones and was wrecked.

She almost fell asleep, while waiting for her luggage. But Buddy woke her up right when her carrier rolled past her on the treadmill. She quickly took it down and went to the rest room once more, freshening up.

She didn’t want to stand across of Baylee looking like a homeless person. She redid her whole make-up, put some peach-colored blush on her cheeks and redid her eyeliner, the wing looked even more pretty than before. 

With some finishing touches she looked at Buddy and nodded. „Ready to meet Baylee in real life?“ She asked the dog, that only tilted his head. 

Walking through the doors to the arrival hall, Imogen’s heart started beating faster and she nervously looked around.

She had facetimed with Baylee a lot and have seen her pictures. She knew how the woman looked like; yet here she was nervous about meeting Baylee for the first time.

Imogen’s hands were shaking and she held tight onto Buddy’s leash, when she saw a sign that said her name SAD-MOGEN the sign said and Imogen chuckled. 

She looked at the woman holding the sign and immediately recognized her. It was Bayle Macasa, her best friend. The smile on her lips was even prettier in real life than through the screen. 

Imogen slowly walked up to her, unsure of what to do. But once she stood infant of the smaller girl, the urge to hug her overwhelmed her and she crushed Baylee in a hug.

„I can’t believe I’m really here!“ Imogen almost cried, while holding Baylee in her arms. Her best friend, her backbone, her favorite person was standing right in front of her. 

„And I can’t believe you’re here!“ Baylee said and her voice send a shiver down Imogen’s spine. „Your voice is even prettier irl!“ The Irish woman was out of words, when she felt Buddy tug on its leash. 

„Oh, right!“ Imogen tugged on Buddy’s leash and the Siberian Husky walked a step forward. „Baylee, this is Buddy. Buddy, this is Baylee!“ Imogen introduced her dog to her best friend and vice versa. 

„Hi Buddy, it’s nice to meet you!“ Baylee bend down and let the dog sniff her hand, before she petted him. „Whoa! His fur is even softer than I imagined it!“ Baylee laughed and Imogen nodded. 

For a split second Imogen forgot that it was three in the morning. But while she followed Baylee through the George Bush Intercontinental Airport she started yawning. Baylee looked at the taller woman.

„You must be super tired“, the Filipina started and Imogen nodded. „I’ve travelled so many different time zones in the span of sixteen hours… I’m completely wrecked.“ 

Baylee laughed. „How about I drop you off at your AirBnB and we’re going to explore Houston once you’ve had a handful of sleep?“ Imogen looked at her dark haired friend and nodded. „That would be fantastic, Bay… I’m so sorry but Buddy and I are dead.“

The two women started laughing and walked to Baylee's car. „Completely understandable. It’s not everyday, that you cross the Atlantic Ocean!“ Baylee chuckled and opened the trunk of her Jeep. 

After they load the car and fixed Buddy’s car straps the two woman drove to Imogen’s AirBnB. Imogen had rented a beautiful, completely furnished Condo for her and Buddy in downtown Houston, close to the Memorial Park.

The owner of the AirBnB was super kind and told Imogen more than once that it was okay that Buddy was going to stay with her. 

Baylee soon found the condo and parked in front of it. „Whoa, that looks fancy.“ She grinned towards her best friend. „No wonder, for a rich YouTuber“ Baylee winked and Imogen blew up her cheeks. „I’m not rich… I just live comfortable…“ 

Money wasn’t Imogen’s favorite topic. She knew she owned more than normal twenty-eight year olds, but she worked hard for her money. She had deals with companies and had to advertise their products, to gain all that money.

„I know, I know… I was just kidding, Mo.“ Baylee grinned and climbed out the car. Imogen followed her and freed Buddy from the seat. The husky jumped out of the car and started sniffing the driveway of the condo.

The women unload the trunk and Baylee helped Imogen carry her stuff into the condo. Both women were shocked when they say the interior of the house. „Dang… this is beautiful!“ Imogen whispered and looked around.

The condo had a spacious living room with beautiful paintings all over the walls and beautiful furniture. There was a white dining table with green chairs. 

Imogen and Baylee both looked at eachother. „NCT-green chairs“, chuckled Imogen and Baylee nodded. „I bet Hyuck and Jae would like these chairs“, the twenty-five year old grinned. 

Buddy was sniffing around the house and went out to the backyard and pool area to do his business. 

After Imogen and Baylee looked through the whole condo, Baylee bid her goodbyes for now and Imogen hugged her. „Call me once you wake up, okay? I’ll come by with breakfast!“ The Filipina promised and Imogen nodded. 

Once Baylee left, Imogen went straight to the bathroom to wipe off all her make-up. After fixing Buddy’s cushion next to her bed, she fell asleep. 

She couldn’t wait for her American adventure to start.

to be continued…

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shit-faced in love (chapter two)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 1,076

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn't like fanfics about him, I'll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 —Chapter 3: Here

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Imogen was holding the leash tightly in her hands. The people standing in front and behind her in the queue for the security check at Dublin airport were looking at her weirdly. She felt their stairs. She knew they were wondering why there was a full grown Siberian Husky doing here.

Why wasn’t he checked in and on his way to cargo? Why was there a grown-ass woman, dressed all in black with two messy braids holding on to its leash as if her life depends on it?

Because it did. Imogen was already in a state of panic but knowing Buddy was with her calmed her down. She took a deep breath and took a step forward. 

The woman in front of her put her stuff into the containers and the airport worker nodded and looked at Imogen. She lifted her eyebrow. „Dogs are not allowed in ‘ere“ she said and Imogen nodded, before handing her the assessment from her psychiatrist.

The airport staff read the letter and snickered. „Ye didn’t really look like ye need emotional support“ the woman said and Imogen blew up her cheeks. With a weak smile she demanded her letter back and put her backpack into the container in front of her. 

„Any laptop or tablet?“ The staff said and Imogen took her laptop and her camera out of the backpack. She took off her rings and watch and threw her phone and AirPods into the container as well. 

„The dog has to go through first“ the staff said—annoyance dripping off her voice. Imogen’s mind was racing. She was nervous. She bend down to Buddy. All the other people were watching her and she felt her anxiety cripple all the way to her hands. She was shaking.

„Buddy, go through there and wait“ she whispered and let go of his leash. Buddy looked at her and slowly walked through the metal detector. The other airport guests were looking at the dog. Some of them started laughing, others shook their head.

Buddy slowly walked through the metal detector and sat down on the other side of it. One of the staff chuckled and picked up Buddy’s leash and led him to the side. There, the husky sat down again.

Imogen took a deep breath and stepped through the metal detector. She was sweating under her face mask and was shivering, when the machine beeped. 

A woman checked her and nodded. Imogen quickly took Buddy’s leash and went to take her stuff from the container. She stuffed her laptop and her camera back into her backpack and walked towards the information board. 

Her hands were still shaking, when she grabbed her phone and quickly send a tweet. She blew the air out of her cheeks and turned her shaking hands into fists. How was she supposed to survive an eight hour flight, when the security check was already taking her to the edge of a panic attack?

She scratched Buddy’s ear and looked for her gate. Out of her mind the woman arrived at the gate and sat down. „I don’t know if I can do this“ Imogen whispered and looked at Buddy. „I don’t know if I can do this“ she repeated more to herself, than to her dog, when her phone pinged. 

Her mouth formed a surprise ‚O‘ and she turned her phone to Buddy. „Look who texted me!“ Buddy tilted his head. „Bud, it’s 11pm in San Diego.“ 

A smile spread on her lips. „He worries…“ she pouted and took a deep breath, before answering him.

Pressing her phone to her ear, she waited for the male to pick up. „Waddup baby“ his voice rang in her ears and Imogen had to laugh. 

„You can’t answer the phone like that, Corpse!“  Imogen chuckled and Corpse chuckled as well. „Sorry, couldn’t hold back“ he chuckled. Imogen leaned back. „I’m honest, I don’t know if I’ll survive this.“

Imogen looked out of the window next to her. Planes were everywhere and her skin felt cold. „The anxiety is eating me alive, Corpse.“ - „I know this won’t mean anything to you, but I know you can do it. This will sound so selfish, but I really want to meet you.“ 

Imogen didn’t know what to think about this. She liked Corpse. He was a good friend of hers and playing Among Us with him was heaps of fun. It was always funny to play Imposter with him, since he was such a clever gamer—but she still didn’t know what to think about meeting him.

The twenty-eight year old knew he was a very private person and cared a lot about his privacy. And yet he wanted to meet her. She didn’t want to cross boundaries where he felt uncomfortable. 

She sighed. „It doesn’t sound selfish“ Imogen stated and leaned back in her chair. „It doesn’t?“ His voice was raspy and Imogen could hear that he wasn’t in his best shape. „Corpse, I think you should go to sleep. I know how hard it is to sleep for you, but you sound tired.“

The twenty-three year old male was quiet and Imogen sighed. „Are you worrying about me, Imogen?“ Corpse finally asked and Imogen opened her mouth. „What the hell?“ She let out and Corpse chuckled. „Sorry, you sounded like you were worrying about me.“ - „Don’t get ahead of yourself“, Imogen said and bend forward to hide her face in Buddy’s fur. 

„When are you boarding?“ - „Half an hour“ Imogen sighed into Buddy’s neck. „You can do this. Text your friend Baylee. Maybe she can calm you down a bit.“ Imogen looked up and smiled. „Thank you“, the woman whispered and Corpse chuckled. 

„I hope I could calm you down a bit“ the young man said and Imogen nodded—even if Corpse couldn’t see it. „You definitely distracted me from the panic attack that was creeping up“ Imogen confessed and Corpse chuckled.

„You’re very welcome, Imogen“ Corpse said and Imogen grinned and promised him to text him once she arrived in Washington. They bid their goodbye and Imogen hung up.

Her body wasn’t shaking anymore and she felt more calm. She took a deep breath and looked at Buddy. „I’m so thankful for my friends across the pond. I seriously am!“

A smile spread across Imogen’s face and she grabbed her phone. She quickly texted Corpse before leaning back in her chair and waiting for her plane to board.

to be continued…

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shit-faced in love (chapter one)

Title: shit-faced in love

Pairing: Corpse Husband x OC (fem!youtuber!reader)

Word Count: 1,630

Warnings: Mental Health/Mental Illnesses are a big topic in this story. Mentions of depression, bpd and other mental illnesses. Angst, Fluff.

Note: This may be a Corpse x OC story but feel free to insert yourself into the main girls role. If Corpse ever announces that he doesn't like fanfics about him, I'll delete this.

Prologue — Chapter 1 — Chapter 2

— — —

„You did what?!“ Baylee screeched into the phone and Imogen sighed. She was standing in Ballinlough Community Park and watched Buddy run around in circles, greeting the other dogs. 

„Baylee, please don’t yell… This is stupid enough even without you screaming in my ear.“ Imogen rubbed the bridge of her nose and Baylee sighed. „I just can’t believe you pinky-promised on taking Pole Dancing classes when reaching two mil… Imogen, you know you’re depressed and suffer from BPD, right?“ Imogen chuckled. 

„I know, Bay. I was diagnosed often enough“ she quickly rolled her eyes and watched Buddy stumble over his feet. „To my defense, I was shit-faced hammered when we made that plan.“

Remembering the drunk game of Proximity Among Us a few months prior, where Imogen had a playful banter with the deep-voiced Youtuber Corpse Husband, send a shiver down her spine.

She was already tipsy. Tipsy and the imposter and running around like a maniac, killing everyone who came across her, when Disguised Toast asked her, what she wanted to do once reaching two million subscriber.

Her drunk laugh had ringed in everyones ears as she promised to document herself taking Pole Dancing classes like Seán and Mark had once done. 

„Do it in San Diego“ Corpse had chuckled and Imogen had pursed her lips. „You want me to fly all the way to the states to take Pole Dancing classes?“ She had asked before killing off his little astronaut.

Once back in the lobby Corpse, whom she was getting to know at that time, started talking about the weird and drunk induced idea.  „You wanted to visit your best friend in Houston anyway, right?“ The man spoke and Imogen had nodded—even if no one except her chat could see it.

„Then come to San Diego. I bet there are good schools here.“ And after taking another sip from her Vodka Imogen grinned. „Sure, why not!“

But Imogen had low-key forgot about this situation and when Corpse tweeted her this morning, her whole face flushed and she remembered everything about the drunk Among Us session.

„But are you doing it?“ Baylee’s voice brought Imogen back to the reality. „Are you really coming to the states?“ Imogen bit the inside of her lip. „I’m meeting my therapist later today. I will definitely talk about this with him and see what he has to say.“

Imogen heard Baylee hum in the background. „I would be happy if you’d come and visit me“ she started and Imogen pouted. „Me too!“ She watched Buddy run towards her, with a stick in his mouth.

She knew she had pinky-promised Corpse that she would fly over to San Diego and document her Pole Dance classes. But was she brave enough to actually do it?

— — —

Two months later, it was a hot and sticky day in June and Imogen was looking at the suitcase in front of her. She still couldn’t believe what she was about to do.

With a one-way ticket to Houston and Buddy’s pet passport in her hands, nothing was in her way to travel over the pond. She got tested negatively for Covid and was ready to embark on this new journey.

She had a good talk with her psychiatrist about the upcoming journey and he told her that she was currently stable enough to travel. He stacked up her medication and told her that she could always call him, when she felt like the mood swings were too much to handle.

It took Imogen two months to prepare Buddy for the upcoming trip, and a lot of meetings with his vet to check if the fluffy dog would be okay in two eight hour flights. 

Imogen had her phone at her ear and was currently talking with non other than her internet friend Sykkuno. „Do you think Buddy is going to be okay?“ Imogen asked, fumbling with the hem of her pajama top. „You’ve prepared him well! You checked his health with the vet and talked with airline. You also got a letter from your psychiatrist, that Bud needs to be with you at all times!“ Sykkuno spoke and Imogen sighed.

„I know, Sykk… But I’m a little anxious that he’s going to get sick throughout the flight.“ She looked at Buddy, who was still sleeping on his cushion. „I just read so many horror stories about pets dying during flights.“ - „I feel you, Imogen. I would be super scared if something would happen to Bimbus.“ 

Imogen sat down on her bed. She still had a few hours before she had to head to the airport. She was happy Sykkuno had picked up the phone, otherwise she would’ve freaked out.

„I’m seriously happy that there are no size requirements for emotional-support-dogs… I already booked business class seats so Bud and I can have more space.“ She sighed and Sykkuno chuckled. „Just imagine the faces of all these business men wondering why there’s a full grown Siberian Husky in business class“ his laugh rang in her ears and her heart jumped.

„Not gonna lie, Sykkuno, but I can’t wait to finally meet you in person!“ She grinned and looked at all the documents, that were sprawled out on her bed. 

There was the letter from her psychiatrist, stating that Imogen needed the animal for psychological reasons; a prescription of why Imogen needed said animal and all the other veterinary documentations.

Imogen could hear the one year older male laugh. „Me too, Imogen!“, his voice was as soft as usual. „I can’t wait for Bimbus and Buddy to meet!“ He chuckled and Imogen nodded.

She had contacted almost all of her closest Youtube friends and had asked them if they wanted to meet, once she and Buddy set foot in America. 

Sykkuno was one of the first to tell her, that he wanted to meet her and Buddy. Then came Rae, that invited her to do a collab or something for their channels. Poki also contacted Imogen, asking if she wanted to hang out with her.

But the one, Imogen hadn’t believe would approach her, was Corpse Husband. Corpse had called her—it had been one in the morning in Ireland—and told her that he wanted to meet her, once she was in San Diego for her Pole Dance class.

„You want to meet me?“ Imogen asked him. „You never show your face and yet you want to meet me… in person?“ His deep laugh rang in her ears. „Yeah… is that weird? We’ve been texting everyday and I really want to meet Buddy!“ Imogen rolled her eyes.

„You want to meet the dog, not me?“ He laughed even louder and Imogen was worried for a second. His breath hitched. „Are you okay?“ - „Yeah, you just sounded as if you were jealous of your dog.“ Imogen rolled her eyes and bit her fingernails.

„You know he’s not just my dog, but my companion, right?“ - „Yet you’re jealous of me wanting to meet him.“ Imogen knew that it was no use talking to him and sighed. „You know what? Let’s meet and see if you really only want to meet Buddy.“

Imogen shook her head as she remembered the late-night calls and texts from the faceless YouTuber. And she could only fathom how stressful it must be for him to actually invite Imogen over.

„When’s your flight?“ Sykkuno asked and Imogen sat down on her gaming chair, overlooking her room and sleeping Buddy on the floor. „It’s in few hours. I still need to dress properly, I’m still in my pajama. And I still need to head up to Dublin.“ Imogen laughed. „Your layover is in Washington right?“ - „Yes, I wanted to stop in Washington because Buddy can only hold in his pee for about nine hours.“ A chuckle left the black haired girls mouth and Sykkuno laughed. 

„It’s his usual sleep duration“ Imogen looked at her wristwatch. „Dang, Sykk… I’m sorry but I really need to hang up. I definitely need to get ready. Sorry Bub!“ The YouTuber on the other line laughed. „It’s okay, Imogen. Get ready. Text me once you’re boarded and in case you need anything!“ 

Imogen grinned. „Thank you Sykkuno. Really, thank you!“ She said her goodbyes and hung up. Looking at the watch one more time, she took a deep breath. 

Imogen stood up and put her phone on her desk before rushing to the pile of clothes she decided to wear for the journey. She decided on a simple black skinny jean and an oversized black print tee. 

It was one of her go-to outfits and one she felt the most comfortable with. Even if people on the internet were sometimes thirsting over her posts and pictures; she still didn’t give them thirst traps by choice.

 She would’ve never imagined people nutting over her posting a picture of her legs covered in cuts and bruises. 

Imogen never thought people would find her scars hot. And she always exclaimed in her videos, that it wasn’t pretty, that she wasn’t romanticizing her illness. She wanted to spread awareness that it was be ugly. That’s why she posted pictures of her legs. 

She wanted to show, that it wasn’t pretty, having legs covered in self-inflicted cuts and bruises. But people still thought it was hot and edgy because she dressed like that. 

Imogen straightened her hair and checked herself in the mirror. Her eyeliner had the perfect wing and her usually dark eyebags weren’t as prominent as usually. 

She took a deep breath. „Americas… here I come…“ she looked at her dog, before taking her phone and posting one more tweet, before getting ready to head up to Dublin for her first flight of the day.

to be continued...

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C O R P S E H U S B A N D

shit-faced in love Imogen forgot what she had promised to do once she reached two million subscriber and is friendly reminded by non other than Corpse. A trip to the states changes everything in their friendship and within Imogen herself.

Prologue — Chapter One — Chapter Two — Chapter Three — Chapter Four — Chapter Five — Chapter Six — Chapter Seven — Chapter Eight — Chapter Nine — Chapter Ten — Chapter Eleven

D R E A M

morangos com açúcar Olivia is a faceless streamer with a small audience who's been friends with a rather famous streamer since childhood days. One day said streamer needs a back up player for a round of Jackbox which literally changes Olivia’s life.

Olivia + Friends — Dream + Friends — Prologue — Chapter One — Chapter Two — Chapter Three — Chapter Three — Chapter Four — Chapter Five

K A R L J A C O B S

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S A P N A P

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