"God, English majors are so lame." "This is the part where you remember that 𝘺𝘰𝘶 were an English major, Techno." "Yeah. English majors are so lame." ⤫ CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING ON CHAPTER 37- 41 The list of things that Teagan Kato loved was a short one, but appropriate nonetheless. It consisted of mainly two things -- video games, and literature. The first was the reason she became a Twitch streamer. The second was the reason she went to college. It just so happened that somewhere in the middle, she found something else to add to her list. ⤫ *DISCLAIMER* This story was written in 2020, and is undergoing complete editing to remove certain characters. Reader discretion is advised. [book 1] [technoblade x female oc] [social media] [12/1/22- # 1 in Youtube] in memory of the man himself. teagan and i love you.

completed! (georgenotfound x fem!oc) ANGEL was a fitting name for someone like Aspyn - possibly one of the only names that were perfect for her. George found himself entranced by her presence, in a daze whenever she was there. Aspyn and George both grew up in a love-deprived childhood, but somehow, they manage to find it in each other. disclaimers ! - i don't own any of the mcyts - i don't own any of the pictures used - strong language is used frequently

y/n gets stuck in London after losing their passport. In their franticness, they call their friend Clay, who seems to have a solution. He has a friend named George who lives nearby who could take y/n in. y/n has no choice but to say yes, so now they have plans to stay with a stranger for three months, without even knowing his job or last name. (they/them)

"Can I tell you a secret?" he says in a hushed voice in the ill-illuminated room. "Spill," I smiled, thinking it was going to be something stupid like he peed his bed till he was six. Those were the kind of secrets we've been blurting out for the past thirty minutes as the tiredness of the late night got to us. "I'm Dream." he said in total seriousness, "Like the minecraft youtuber." I was quiet for a second before I laughed out loud.

❝ we're all just a bunch of addicts, struggling with our drug of choice ❞ This is just another basic, totally normal, nothing out of the ordinary high school cliché romance book but on CrAcK

in which a twitch streamer calls dream a dick ironically and starts ww3 on twitter (cover art by qyukie on twitter)

In the entirety of the minecraft community, there were bound to be two creators that didn't get along after meeting. It just so happened that GeorgeNotFound and Isla were the unlucky ones. Introduced to one another by Dream and Badboyhalo who assumed they'd get along great, were wrong. So wrong. Maybe it was a bad first impression? Surely they can't actually hate each other. Right? ----- GeorgeNotFound x Fem!OC ----- Accomplishments: •#4 in karl jacobs! •#1 in gnf!

dream x oc "wrong number sorry." "wait no please, stay." "so is george a 36 year old from luton or a 24 year old from brighton?" "what is wrong with you?" "my therapist is still trying to figure that one out." 🏅 #1 dreamteam #1 streamer #1 xoc #1 text #1 minecraft #1 dreamwastaken #1 dream started: 23/03/21 ended: 30/06/21

you've known dream and his friends for a while, but when they come to visit you and your roommate/childhood bestfriend karl for the first time, you wonder if your relationship with the famous youtuber is solely platonic after all. this story mainly surrounds the growing feelings between dream and the reader, but it also describes great friendships with sapnap, george, quackity, and karl. :] cover sketch by me LOL

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.