#imogen x fem!oc

[rainbowmess823]

So binged Heartstopper season 2, there was a lot of squealing and a bit of sobbing. Loved it, love Imogen even more after watching and lemme just say that I need an Imogen x Fem!Reader/Fem!OC or I will go feral. Thanks.

[mlfywsly]

You know I love you, right?

Summary: This is an imagine. How will he reacts if he catchs you smoking

Pairing: Harry Greene x Fem!OC

Warnings: Strong language, smoking

"Holly, here you are!" Nick said when he saw me and sat next to me "I was confused because I didn't saw you until now, and if we both know it's your boyfriends birthday. Did you saw him?"

"Yeah, we have a small talk a few minutes ago"

"A small talk? Is something wrong with Harry?"

"What? No, of course not. Just... you know, his friends. They are so annoying and they started bothering us because they want Harry for themselves"

"You're totally right, they're all so annoying..."

I smiled to him.

"Well, do you mind coming with me to find the others, I'm kind of lonely right now and Imogen is, you know, a little bit drunk"

"Oh, I guess so, I'm actually a bit bored there"

"Fantastic! Come with me"

He grabbed me by my wrist so we don't get lost and we started walking around the hotel. There was a lot of people and the music was so loud, I was starting to get anxious. We arrive where Charlie and Darcy were.

"Oh, hi!" Darcy greetened me "You must be... Holly Greene, right?"

"Watson" I said "Holly Watson"

"I know, girl. I was hesitating with you. I mean, you're a Greene because you're Harry's girlfriend, aren't you?"

"We're not married" I said

"Yet"

I blushed

"Oh my Gosh, Darcy, leave her alone" Charlie said "I'm so sorry, Holly. She's always like that"

"I know we barely don't know each other but... would you invite me to the wedding?"

"C'mon Darcy!"

"What?"

I started getting more and more anxious.

"Excuse me. I need to find the loo" I said

I start walking through the room until I found the door. I went out and started trying to relax. I took a cigarette from my pocket and a lighter, I put the cigarette in my mouth and light it up. I usually don't smoke, but nowadays I started doing it, specially when I'm surrounded by people, because it makes me so anxious. I expelled the smoke and someone came out.

"Hey, darling"

Fuck. He sat next to me and sighted.

"What the hell is that smell?" he asked with a wrinkle face

I tried to hide the cigarette.

"I- what smell?"

He looked at me

"I don't know, it smell like... tobacco. Are you smoking or something?"

"What? No. What make you think that?"

"You smell like cigarettes"

Fuck

I took my cigarette with my other hand and he saw that. He opened his eyes and looked at me.

"Holly, are you really smoking? Since when do you smoke?"

"Since last week" I said with sadness "I'm sorry, I just... I can't hang with my life at the moment"

Harry hugged me and took the cigarette from my hand. He put it out and kissed my cheek.

"Oh, darling, it's okay. Do you wanna talk?"

I nodded with red eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Remember that I called you one night crying because my mum was so sick and the ambulance had came to our house?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, she... she started getting worse last week and... like, an hour before I started to get ready to came here my dad called me from the hospital"

I started crying and rested my head on his shoulder. He caressed my back.

"Harry, she died"

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry..." he hugged me "You shouldn't had come, darling... you could had call me and we would have gone to the hospital"

"I know but... I didn't want to ruin your birthday"

"You wouldn't have ruined anything. I could have celebrated my birthday another day"

"I'm sorry..."

"Are they still there?"

"Yeah..."

"Perfect, let's go then" he said getting up

"What? No, I..."

"I will go with you, darling" he helped me to get up "But please, anytime. If you have any problem, if you're upset, if you only want to cry... call me. Just call me, okay? But don't do that ever again, I don't want nothing bad to happen to you. I love you"

I hugged him.

"I don't deserve you, Har" I whispered

"Don't be silly, you deserve the world" he took my hand and we went inside. He took a microphone.

"Alright people, I'm so sorry but the party is over. I have an emergency right now"

Everyone started getting out, except of Nick. He came closer to us.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Sorry, mate. I have to go somewhere with my girlfriend" he said with his phone on his ear

Nick looked at me

"It's everything alright, Holly?"

I shaked my head.

"I will call you, promise. I can't said it right now..."

"I understand that. I'm so sorry"

He hugged me.

"Well... if you need something call me, okay?"

"Thanks" I smiled and he left out

"Fuck, mum" Harry said and called her again.

I was a bit nervous. He came closer and kissed my head.

"Mum! Can you come pick me and Holly? We need to go to the hospital" I hugged him upset and he caressed my back "I can't tell you like this mum, I have to tell you in person"

I looked at him. He had his arm around my waist hugging me.

"Thank you, mum. Love you"

He hang out and looked at me.

"Okay, my mum's coming. By the way, would you mind spending the night at my home?"

"Really? I don't want to be a bother"

"C'mon, Holly, you're my girlfriend. You will never be a bother"

Suddenly we heared a car horn, so we went outside.

"Mum! Thanks God"

We entered to the car.

"Harry, sweetheart, what's wrong? I was so worried when you called me"

"You know Holly's mum was in the hospital because she was so sick"

"Yeah, I remember she called you like at 1 a.m crying. What happened?"

"She died, mum"

"Oh my God, are you kidding me?"

"I wish I was"

"Oh, Holly, dear, I'm so sorry. Let's go to the hospital then"

"By the way, can she stay at home with us this night?"

"Yeah, of course, sweetie"

I rested my head on Harry's shoulder

"Thank you, Harry" I whispered

He kissed my head.

"Anything for you, darling"

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[greengrayeyeswrites]

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

— — —

„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…

Taglist: @wineandionysus​ @chanbaeol​ @rexit-mo​ @scorpio-echo​

[beautifultypewriter]

Stage Door ~ Sean Wallace

Requested: No

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,062

Pairing: Sean Wallace x fem!oc

Summary: When Sean is dragged to the theatre with his family the last thing he expects is to meet a young woman who captures his attention so brilliantly.

A/N: I have so much to say, so please bear with me. First of all, since Gangs of London is now on AMC, I am able to watch it and honestly I have missed seeing Joe Cole on my tv screen. Like I don’t completely understand what’s happening on this show (I’m only on episode 6 - I am behind), but I dig it and mostly because of him. This is written with my OC. I use her name, but there’s no description of her other than the mention that she is Irish, so I’m gonna tag it the way I’m gonna tag it. I doubt anyone is even going to read this. Also it’s written in 3rd person instead of my usual 2nd. Also it takes place before any of the events from the show.

The theatre was the absolute last place that Sean wanted to be that night, but his father had gotten the tickets as a way to make his mother happy, so he couldn’t say no. Sean couldn’t say no to his father about anything really.  Going to the theatre on a Friday night was the least of his worries. The lights flickered and Sean looked up, wondering how a fancy theatre in the West End would have flickering lights, but then he noticed everyone else sitting in their seats and ending their idle chatter. Then the lights turned off completely and the curtain rose, the orchestra beginning a slow but strong tune. Sean wasn’t entirely sure what this play was supposed to be about, but his mother had raved about how great it was, so he figured he would try to pay attention.

 Paying attention was easier said than done. There was so much going on in just the beginning and Sean was having trouble keeping the different characters straight. All the singing wasn’t really helping either. He desperately wanted to close his eyes, but his mother was right next to him and he didn’t want to disappoint her. When he was sure he could get away with it, he let his head roll back just a bit and he squeezed his eyes shut. This had to be over soon. Sean felt someone squeeze his arm and just as quickly as he closed his eyes, his attention was back on the stage.

 And there she was. A simple dress and a timid look on her face as the other actors on the stage surrounded her and sang at her with threatening tones. Sean couldn’t pull his eyes away from her. He watched her fall apart on stage, the scene changing to some shady alleyway and new actors replacing the others, but still just as menacing towards the woman. The timidness that had been on her face previously had melted away to fear to exhaustion to hopelessness. And for the first time since the show had started, the chaos of the stage slowed, and everyone moved away to the wings… everyone except for her. She was alone, still in her simple dress, crumpled on the floor in the middle of the stage. The music carried lightly through the space as she lifted herself up, her arms wrapping loosely around her frame and her voice small as she sang. Sean watched her every move. His eyes trailed over her form, gliding over each and every tiny movement of her head, the rise and fall of her chest as her voice gained power and the music swelled. Sean could feel himself sliding forward in his seat, wanting to be as close to her as he could be. The woman’s voice flooded his senses, and he was finding it difficult to breathe. His chest tightened at the pain in her voice and he briefly wondered how she was able to do all this.

 And then it all stopped. Her voice faded out and Sean could breathe again as she stared out into the audience without really seeing them. Everyone around him was applauding, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. He just stared.

 The story carried on and her character died, and Sean found himself losing interest now that she was no longer on the stage. It wasn’t until later, at the very end of the production that she came back. He straightened up as she glided onto the stage, still in a simple dress, but this one white, and a serene smile on her face. Her voice was soft and comforting now and if Sean had been different then he may have cried at the feeling she was pulling from his chest.

 The curtain fell shut and everyone was on their feet, applauding. Sean stood slowly as he clapped along with the crowd. The curtain rose again, and the cast came out to take their final bows. He searched for her and he found her nestled between her castmates, a small smile on her face as they stepped forward and clasped hands, bowing until the curtain fell on them again. Sean stared at the spot where she had been as everyone filed out around him, his own family lingering by their seats for a moment until his father was approached by a man. He had missed most of the conversation, but snapped to attention when Jac looped her arm with his and started pulling him after Billy and their parents. He leaned down to his sister, “Where are we going?”

 She shook her head, a quiet laugh on her lips, “Backstage tour,” she rolled her eyes, “only the best for the Wallace family.”

 Sean had never cared much for the theatre, but he was honestly impressed with the backstage. The mechanics of the curtain and the different set pieces was something that did interest him, and he reached out to touch one of the ropes, but stopped when the man’s voice sounded from in front of him,

 “Ah and here we have our own Fantine,” he held his arms out and she was there. Sean tensed as he looked her over. She was still in her white dress, and she was still smiling, only now she looked almost shy. The man motioned her forward, “May I present Imogen O’Connor.” She gave a small wave as she looked over each member of the Wallace family. The man continued, “Imogen, this is Finn Wallace, a very influential businessman here in London.”

 She held her hand out and Sean’s father kissed her knuckles briefly as he smiled at her, “I have my family here with me.” He turned to the rest of them and motioned to his wife, “My wife, Marian,” then he turned to the children, “my daughter Jacqueline, and my sons, Billy,” Sean’s brother gave her a small smile and a wave, “and Sean.” Her eyes landed on him, and Sean couldn’t breathe again.

 She smiled at him before turning to the group again, a familiar lilt to her voice as she addressed them all, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and thank you for coming to the show.” Her eyes fell on Sean again, “I do hope you enjoyed it.” He wanted to open his mouth and tell her that yes, he enjoyed her very much, but her attention was stolen by his mother.

 Marian had beamed at the woman, “It was a lovely show, and your performance was spectacular.”

 Imogen smiled as she looked down to her feet, “Thank you, that’s kind of you to say.”

 His father stepped forward again, “From up North then?”

 “Aye, Cavan.” Sean looked between the three as they made small talk, wanting to interject, but having no cause to do so.

 His father smiled wistfully, “Oh? Cavan’s beautiful, I hear.”

 She nodded, “Yes, sir, it is. Nothing like London.” The two of them laughed and Sean caught her eye again, causing her to look down.

 His mother smiled, “How long have you been in London?”

 Imogen shrugged as she looked around, “Oh, not long. A couple of months.” She nodded as she looked behind her for a brief moment then turned back to his mother, “Still trying to get used to the big city.” She smiled at them all again, “I’m terribly sorry, but I’ve got to be goin’. It was a pleasure to meet you all and thank you again.” There were a few mumbled goodbyes and Sean watched her walk away from their group. She turned back once to smile at him and he managed a small wave in her direction.

 It was only a few nights later that Imogen found herself backstage after another successful performance, a few of the other girls around her as she stared into a mirror, wiping off her makeup. The week had been a long one and she was glad for the day off tomorrow.

 “Imogen, you’ve got an admirer.” The Cavan girl turned to her castmate to see her pointing over her shoulder towards the door to their dressing room.

 Imogen shook her head, “Catch yourself on, Sam. Who’d be waitin’ out there for me?”

 Samantha shrugged as she smiled, “I don’t know. All I know is that a fit lad is out there asking for you and he’s got a big bouquet of flowers in his hand.” Imogen could feel her body heat up. She truly didn’t know anyone in the city, so who could possibly be bringing her flowers? She didn’t have any more time to dwell on the question though because she was being gently shoved towards the door, Samantha’s quiet laughter ringing in her ears.

 Imogen stumbled out into the hallway; the dressing room door swinging shut behind her. She cleared her throat as she hesitantly looked up to see her “admirer.” A smile broke out on her face when her eyes met those of the young man from the other night, “Mr. Wallace.”

 Sean’s face twisted as he shook his head, “Please, just Sean.”

 She nodded to him, her smile growing smaller, “Sean.”

 He seemed to relax as his shoulders dropped and he smiled at her, “Miss O’Connor.” Imogen pursed her lips as she folded her arms over her chest and Sean laughed, glancing down and back up quickly, “Imogen.” She smiled again, tucking some hair behind her ear as she looked down at his shoes. He cleared his throat, gaining her attention, and held out a bouquet of pink lilies towards her, “These are for you.” Reaching out, she gently took the flowers in both her hands, looking them over. She looked up at him, but before she could get a word out, he was speaking again, “That was an amazing performance.” He pointed over his shoulder, towards the stage, nodding his head.

 She smiled, “Thank you and thank you for the flowers,” she looked down at the bouquet again, “they’re beautiful.” Imogen looked up to Sean again, quickly glancing behind him, “Here alone tonight?” She gave him a knowing smile and he nodded.

 “Thought I might treat myself to a night at the theatre.” Before she could stop herself, Imogen let out a laugh, which she then tried to cover up by pulling the flowers up to her nose. Sean looked offended as he placed his hand over his chest, “Do I not look like the type of man to enjoy the arts?”

 Trying to control her smile, Imogen lowered the flowers, “Truthfully?” Sean nodded and she bit her lip, his eyes darting to the movement as she shook her head, “No, not really.”

 He scoffed, a smile threatening to break loose, “What kind of man do I look like then?”

 Tilting her head from side to side, Imogen narrowed her eyes and brought her index finger to rest against her chin. Sean grinned as he held his arms out to the side, his head tilted slightly as he waited for her to finish her assessment. She smiled, “You look the type of man who does his honest day’s work and then goes down the pub for a drink with his mates, watches whatever game is on the telly.” Sean nodded and she chuckled.

 He stepped closer to her, “If we’re being truthful then the reason I came down to the show tonight was because I wanted to see you again and I thought that, if you had the time, then I could show you around London,” he shrugged one shoulder, “help you get used to the place.” Imogen tightened her grip on the lilies as Sean’s words rattled around in her brain.

 Then she smiled at him, “I’ve a free day tomorrow and no plans.” Her eyes moved down to the floor again as she cleared her throat.

 Slowly, Sean placed his fingers under her chin and lifted until their eyes met and then he smiled, “Tomorrow it is then.” She nodded at him, moving quickly to peck his cheek before she stepped back from him, waving as she slipped back into the dressing room. The door was ajar and he could hear a few voices whispering to each other as he stood waiting, rocking back on his heels. The whispering ended abruptly and Imogen was in front of him again.

 She held out a slip of paper as she smiled, “Tomorrow.”

[mlfywsly]

My Best Friend...

Summary: You were friends with Harry. You both had a crush on eachother but no one wanted to say anything, until this happens...

Pairing: Harry Greene x OC!Fem

Warnings: Strong language

A/N: I'm actually going to use this to my Wattpad story, but I was literally needing to write this asap 😭

I got up pretty early that day and sighted. There was not even a week since school started again and I was sick of that. I went to the bathroom to brush my hair and put my uniform on. I went downstairs and have breakfast.

"Hey, Livia" Nick greeted me "You ready for school?"

"Honestly no. But what can we do?"

"True"

I took my bag and we started walking to school. I meet my friends at a table and started talking.

"So... how's everything going with Harry?" Imogen asked

I looked at her and shrugged.

"It's like... everyday. Why?"

"He didn't declare to you yet?"

"Oh my God"

I sighted tired.

"Don't start again, please... it's like 7 a.m., i don't wanna die yet"

"C'mon, you're overreacting" Sahar said "But you know, it's pretty obvious you both fancy each other"

"I do not!" I blushed

"You said it yourself. You like him"

"Well, of course I like him but he just d-"

"Hey"

I screamed. I turned around and saw Harry.

"Shove off, man, you scared me!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to"

He sat next to me.

"So, how you doing?"

"Pretty great until you came in" I smiled

"Rude"

I laughed.

"Should we leave?" Imogen said smiling

"Oh, no, I'm sorry" Harry got up "So... um... well..."

I looked at him confused. He shaked his head.

"See you in class"

He leaved.

"That was... weird" I said "Anyway, I wanna die because I have history today... it's not fair"

"Is not it the only class you and Harry shared?"

"Yeah..."

Sahar made a sarcastic sound.

"I would be jumping if I were you then"

"Pipe down"

She started laughing and we went to class. After the break, I went to my history class and sat on my desk. Harry came in and sat next to me.

"Hey"

"Hi"

"So... I'm sorry about what happened later, I mean..."

"Don't worry" I said fixing his tie

He blushed.

"Oh, um... great"

"You're acting weird recently" I looked at him concerned "You know you can count on me, Har, what's wrong?"

"I'm alright, don't worry" he smiled "It's just that... being a teenager is so fucking hard, I'm so confused about myself"

"Why?" I laughed "Do you like a boy or something? It's totally fine if you do"

"No, God. I mean, yes, I like someone. But not a guy"

"So what's the deal?"

"The deal is that I shouldn't be having this feelings about her" he sighted sad "She was like my little sister, you know? I didn't though that I would end up falling in love with her"

"Well, that's love blondie. You never expect to fall in love with someone you didn't expect to"

"Yeah... I guess you're right... but it's so complicated everything, I just..."

He looked at me and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Harry. Everything is going to be fine, promise. And if it's not... you will move on soon. That's how teen love works..."

"How am I supposed to move on, Livia? I don't want to, but I love her since a while ago. A long while ago"

I sighted

"Guess we're feeling the same right now..." I whispered

"What?"

"You know how hard love is? At least it is so hard to me. I'm always falling in love with boys that don't even care about me or that don't even know I exist. Even if we have like... the minimum contact it was like everything to me, it makes me happy for the rest of the day. And if he's my friend I'm literally the happiest girl ever. But it's also hard, because sometimes they just see me like her little sister, or like a very good friend and I can spend nights and days crying and crying and crying. And if they're not my friends I try to do my best but it's never enough. And we end up always like... them talking shit about me and bummed me out. Always. So i'm kind of sick of love, but at the same time it's the only thing that makes me be alive"

He didn't say anything. He just kept looking at me. I sighted and focus on my books.

"It's kind of weird to me to think how... everything changed between us. I mean..."

I looked at him

"We used to hate each other... I would never though about talking to you anytime I was upset and I would never though about vent to you..."

I looked down. It's pretty obvious that wasn't going to happen... we were so different and we hated each other...

"Yeah... you're right. I would never though about telling you stuff I won't tell nobody... it's weird but... you're actually my biggest support since what happened with my dad..."

He smiled. We didn't talk again until the class was over.

"By the way... do you mind coming to my home today after school? I mean, just so we can do history together"

I picked my bag and looked at him. I smiled.

"Sure! I will text you"

"Great! I have to go, see you"

He gave me a kiss on my forehead and leave. I smiled to myself. After school I went home with Nick and we ate. Around 5 p.m. I picked my bag and went downstairs.

"Where are you going?" Nick asked

"I'm going to Harry's to do history"

"Oh, lovely. I will walk you"

We leaved home and started walking to Harry's house. When we arrived, Nick knocked on the door. The door was opened by a sleepy Harry, with his pyjama and his messy hair. God, I love him...

"Nick, mate! How you doing?"

"Pretty fine. You're kind of a sleepy beauty, aren't you?"

"Pipe down, man. I'm tired as fuck"

"Right, right... well. I just went to accompany Livia so... I'm going back. Have fun"

"Shove off"

I got in and he closed the door.

"I'm sorry" he said rubbing his eyes "I fall asleep, actually"

"Don't worry, you're kind of cute with your messy hair"

He blushed.

"Yeah, well..."

I smiled and we went to his dorm. We lay down on the floor and we started doing history. I groaned.

"Man, I hate history so much, it's not even funny"

"Hey!" Harry smiled "What's wrong? I can help you"

"I don't understand anything. And when I say anything it's ANYTHING"

He laughed.

"Give me that, I will help you"

We started doing homework together but I swear he didn't stop looking at me. I looked at him and smiled.

"What?"

He looked down and lick his lips. I blushed, that was actually hot... He looked at me with his bright eyes and I felt like dying. I can't stop myself for feeling that. He started to lean in and I didn't even think of going back. Our lips finally touched and it was magical. He kissed me softly and then pulled out. He looked at me completely red.

"Uh, oh my God, I'm so sorry, I-"

"Don't worry..." I comforted him "It's okay"

"Shit. I didn't mean to..."

I looked down and we finished homework. I got back home and I sighted with sadness. The next days everything between us were so akward.

"What happened with Harry?" Imogen asked one day while we were leaving school "He used to came and greet you at morning but now you barely talk..."

"I don't wanna talk about that..."

"Did he do something? If he did I swear to God I will-"

"No, Sahar, he didn't do anything. It's just... well, something very akward happened between us and... well... it's weird"

I went home without saying anything. The next day it was the same. Harry didn't even look at me. I was entering to school when suddenly someone grabbed me and push me into a wall inside an empty room.

"What the hell are y-"

He shutted me out kissing me so hard. I opened my eyes but slowly kiss him back. His hands started going down from my back to my hips. I put my arms around his neck and we deepened the kiss. He moved his hands to my tights and I wrapped my legs around his wrist. He moaned and I bite his lip. We pulled out slowly, but his lips were at inches from mines.

"I'm sorry..." he said trying to breath "I... honestly I wanted to do this since the prom dance"

"You're messing with me"

"I'm not! I'm in love with you, Livia. I swear to God I am"

"Since when?"

"Since I know you. You're the most enchanting girl I have ever met... and since we became friends I fell harder for you every single second"

I didn't know what to say. I was in shock. He started to step aside.

"It's alright if you do-"

I took him by his cheeks and kissed him so hard. It took him by surprise but he grab my wrist and pulled me closer to him while he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my hands on his hair and I started stroking his hair. He introduce his tongue on my mouth and we started making out like two crazy teenagers in love. 'Cause it was what we were, two teenagers crazy for each other.

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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…

Taglist: @wineandionysus​ @chanbaeol​ @rexit-mo​ 

[greengrayeyeswrites]

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…

Taglist: @wineandionysus​ @chanbaeol​ @rexit-mo​ @scorpio-echo​

[greengrayeyeswrites]

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…

Taglist: @wineandionysus​ @chanbaeol​ @rexit-mo​ @scorpio-echo​ 

[greengrayeyeswrites]

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 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.

— — —

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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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 (prologue)

Title: shit-faced in love

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

Word Count: 1,061 words

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.

Chapter 1: Here

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Anxiety washed over Imogen’s green-gray eyes as she looked at the big, fat two million that decorated her YouTube channel. She blinked twice; she just woke up from a weird, paracetamol induced dream, when she decided to check her social media accounts.

Two of her YouTube friends had sent her tweets, congratulating her on the milestone she had apparently reached over night.

Imogen was starstruck. What started at a hobby at the age of twenty-two turned out to become her full-time job. And one she enjoyed more than anything else in her life.

Her channel, itseffinimogen, had been her safe haven for the longest time; and once she started documenting her mental health journey it skyrocketed.

Imogen was really happy, that she could live off making videos. She loved giving mental health advice to her viewers and spread awareness of her illness and her journey to become a happier version of herself.

Even if it was a hard journey. She was a naturally sad girl and living with borderline-personality-disorder and depression wasn’t the easiest. But Imogen tried her hardest. She tried her best to become a better version of herself.

She wanted to prove to other people out there, that taking the first step towards a stronger version of yourself was never wrong.

Now, twenty-eight years old, Imogen would upload her mental health journey and her Buddy Vlogs, which were the most popular content on her channel.

Owning an ESD, emotional-support-dog, gave her the opportunity to upload even more content, even if it was just a simple video of her taking Buddy on a walk.

Buddy was a three year old Siberian Husky with gray and white fur and the friendliest eyes. He was always by Imogen’s side and was a pillar of strength for the young woman.

She wouldn’t know if she would be able to handle the daily dose of anxiety, just from going grocery shopping, if Buddy wasn’t with her.

Imogen rubbed her eyes and liked Rae and Seán’s tweet. Rae, Rachel Hofstetter, was an American YouTuber and live streamer who noticed Imogen in one of Seán’s Among Us streams.

The Irish YouTuber Seán William McLoughlin started taking Imogen under his wing late 2018, when she started her mental health journey after leaving the psychiatric ward and meeting Buddy.

Ever since then, Séan has invited her to some of his multiplayer games and streams and brought the world of Gaming YouTube closer to Imogen. Ever since then, Imogen casually streamed herself playing Pokémon or Animal Crossing.

And then 2020 happened and the pandemic forced more people to stay at home. That was when the game Among Us rose to popularity. Seán quickly invited his fellow Irish friend to one of the streams and this is where Imogen was confronted with Rae.

The two girls immediately clicked and a cute friendship soon blossomed between the American Capricorn and the Irish Aquarius. Rae soon invited Imogen to more Among Us streams and that’s where Imogen met more of her, now, friends.

Imogen quickly typed in a confused tweet, thanking her viewers for putting up with her random shit and thanking them for giving her a opportunity to live her dream.

She grinned, before answering Rae and Seán’s tweets. She couldn’t quite believe what was happening. And soon her mentions were overflowing with people congratulating her and wishing her the best for her channel. Imogen took a deep breath.

Her feelings seemed to spill over any minute and she grabbed onto the quilt of her bed. Her heart speeding faster than a 808 drum. She looked next to her bed.

On the floor next to her bed was a black, fluffy cushion. On said cushion lied a huge, white-gray Siberian Husky. His eyes were closed and his head rested on his paws and Imogen smiled. She didn’t wanted to wake him, but her hands were shaking.

She was overwhelmed—like always, when she reached another milestone. Whistling through her teeth, the husky looked up and tilted his head. „Buddy, come ‚ere!“ Imogen whispered and the fluffy dog quickly jumped up and nestled itself next to Imogen’s thin form.

The woman dropped her phone next to her thigh and hid her face in the fur of her dog. „God, I can’t even deal with reaching 2 mil“, she sighed and scratched Buddy’s ear. The dog tilted his head and looked at her.

„It’s okay, Bud. I’ll get through this wave“, Imogen took a deep breath and moved her dark hair out of her face, before grabbing her phone and checking her mentions again.

Twitter was blowing up with hashtags like #sadimogento2m or #imogens2mparty and the resonance from the fans were warming Imogen’s heart.

A tweet by her best friend caught her attention and Imogen’s insides felt warm and fuzzy. Baylee Macasa had been Imogen’s best friend for the past four years and had been with her through all her ups and downs.

Even if the two girls lived way too far away from each other, they still texted everyday and Imogen often had invited Baylee and her friends into her gaming streams—just to have some more people to play with.

With a smile she liked Baylee’s tweet and moved on to the next one. The tweet was one of her other YouTube friends. Rae had introduced Imogen and Sykkuno, to each other and Sykkuno’s soft and well spoken personality had immediately warmed Imogen’s jet black heart.

His tweet was as cute as he himself was and she quickly liked his tweet. The next tweet she liked was from her friend Pokimane, Imane Anys, who also congratulated her.

After liking some of her fans’ tweets, she hid her face back in Buddy’s fur, when her phone pinged next to her. Outside of her window the sun was slowly rising over the river Lee and Imogen sighed.

She had to go out today. Buddy was almost out of dog food and she had to get groceries. Her hands started sweating and she wiped them on her quilt, before taking her phone. The lock screen showed another Twitter notification and Imogen tapped it.

Reading the tweet made her hands even sweatier and she subconsciously typed an answer, before hiding back in Buddy’s fur. „Bud, I fecked up big time“, she confessed and petted her dog.

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

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„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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[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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[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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