"𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅... 𝖤𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋." - High school sweethearts meet by chance the very first day of the year, as they try and rekindle their long lost admiration for each other... Or more accurately, coming to terms with how they've really felt since they've left each other's lives. [ ~86,000 words ] - In all honesty it's kinda just an English Telenovela. Started February ended August 7th 2020. - Inspired by Neil Sedaka's song Calendar Girl. - All rights reserved, story written by @giolibi 2020

for the stories that weren't long enough to be turned into books mcyt x reader oneshots that include: -dream -george -sapnap -wilbur -alex quackity -techno -karl jacobs & more! didn't think I'd have to make this disclaimer but: Y/N is written as 18+ whether the age is mentioned or not. The only exception with this rule is when Y/N is blatantly described as otherwise. I write for adult SMP members, it's common sense. most impressive rank: #69 in #george - may 30th, 2021 #10 in #oneshots - june 30th, 2021 milestones: 100k - may 31st, 2021 200k - july 7th, 2021 300k - august 4th, 2021 400k - september 14th, 2021 ┊❪ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ❫ ━━₊˚𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴

A book of your guys' requests! this is an old work, 4-5 years old, so it's from back in the day. That's also why people like Dream, Wilbur, etc., are still included in them despite all the stuff that has gone down since then. No longer updating :) Credit to @_j0j1_ for making the awesome cover❤️

𝗠𝗖𝗬𝗧 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀丨"𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺."

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 +𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 🎧 IMAGINES AND PREFERENCES ₊⊹ ⤷‧₊˚﹟ ⋆ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, i write about pretty boys who play minecraft ₊⊹ DISCONTINUED !!!!! ﹟ @DUMBGOGY 2021 ❜ !*. 🦷 ˚⁺. 𖦹 (username has since been changed)

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.

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.

Mrs T clapped her hands, eyebrows raised and a smile curving at her lips. "Exactly y/n, you start with your heading, you say dear and then the person you are talking to, and then put a comma. Then you put a space under it and say what you want to say. Then you say from, comma, and then your name. But..." Mrs T.'s eyes glinted mischievously, "do you want to know a really fancy way of saying 'From'?" All the kids shouted a yes in unison, but no one louder than y/n. "Sincerely" her teacher stated, writing on the board at the same time. The word sort of stuck with her and she didn't know why. Sincerely, sincerely, sincerely Finally, it was her classmate Caleb who voiced what everyone was wondering, "why are we learning this miss T?" "Pen Pals, my dear kids. You're going to make a new friend today!" #1 in MCYT- April 5, 2021 #1 in Sincerely #1 in Big Q #6 in dreamsmp

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"