When a glitch in the game causes some active players in Minecraft have their consciousness get sucked into the game, 50000 people enter a coma. A coma where in they are stuck in a multiplayer based version of Minecraft, and the only way out is to beat the game. But as the weeks pass, and the trapped are slowly dying in the real world, countless pros are being sent into game in hopes helping beat it. Unluckily, Sapnap was playing at the time of the glitch, and of course as his friend Dream jumped in soon after. However when George tries contacting Mojang to get himself logged into the game, he is refused and denied the access. So now he has three goals: Get reunited with his friends Beat the game And Free the End And maybe confess his sprouting feelings for his long time bestfriend- *** Cover art is made by star.qazer on instagram.

You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

tubbo x reader because tubbo is adorable <3 Started: 28th December <3

You can't reach a desire until you face a fear. You can't face the fear until you overcome the flaw. Book Two of Her Melody&lt;3

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

[BOOK ONE OF THE BENCH TRIO TRILOGY SERIES ONE] In which a tiny American girl falls in love with the boy who saved her life years ago.. {COMPLETED} [PICTURE IN COVER IS NOT MINE] Started - Oct. 28th 2020 Ended - Jan. 31st 2021

Knowing him since you were children Tommy and you have been quite close. Both of you started YouTube channels and you saw him grow to such a big streamer. Wanting you to also get big he is always there to help you come up with ideas! Some where along this journey you seemed to have developed some what of a crush on this loud mouth .Now with this crush growing more and more everyday and both your fans finding out that you two know each other this is going to be one chaos of a life. And will you and Tommyinnit get together _____________________________________ *no smut ew he's a minor don't even just ew* Note Tommy or anyone associated with him, I am BEGGING YOU to not read this! THIS WAS A CUTE STORY I THOUGHT OF ONE DAY. And if you still read this a you are uncomfy with it just please let me know and I'll take it down immediately.

︵ . . 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆 𝘅 𝗼𝗰 ₍ 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰 ₎ 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰 --- 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ! in which two loud mouthed streamers find their platonic soulmate ! --- started on - 12. 02. 20. finished on - 5.26. 21.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.