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 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.•°*"˜ In which every day is a perfect day to be a badass bitch *-*-*-* You've spent your whole life looking for your long-lost friend. Not once, would you ever have considered imagining that he's been right in front of you for the past several months, hiding behind his mask. Uh, Alexa, play 'Watcha Say' by Jason Derulo-

"But what if Clay didn't know?" I grab his hand, "Think about it. If he doesn't know then we can make sure we actually work before we tell him." He lets that sink in for a second. "Y/n, i understand what you're saying" he says slowly, "but I need to hear exactly what you're thinking we do about it?" I give him a smile. "Can you keep a secret, Nick?"

You're roommate has moved away with her boyfriend. After some time you decide to put up another add, needing someone to share the rent with. Clay messages you, and you two start to text about details. Soon he comes over to take a look and you two click, so a moth later he's settled in, but.... 'I'll be working in my room.' You nod at him before he turns and goes upstairs. You get a notification from sapnap who is starting a stream, so you go and watch, seeing how Nick is a friend of yours. During the stream you hear yelling that adds up with that of your roommate. Can it be?

Archer Morales's life is finally perfect. He's married to the girl of his dreams and finally has a job he enjoys. But when something completely unexpected happens, Archer discovers that his wife, Hadley, has been keeping secrets, and that his past isn't going to be staying in the past for much longer.

17 year old George had always had trouble with bullies, so his father decided to get him a BodyGuard. Who knows what will happen from there. Fanart is not mine This story include sexual references, swearing, smut, and angst.

GeorgeNotFound and Dream have been online friends for years, and one day George moves to The United States for his mother's job, and just so happens to be in Florida. At his new school he meets the flirty school jock named Clay, what could possibly go wrong..? [high school au] [No one has shown faces online, just for the purpose of this fanfic] THE COVER ART IS NOT MINE, I did in fact add the title, but other than that, it's completely not mine. This story will be in 3rd person POV unless I say otherwise:)

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals