Sapnap, a notoriously sullen computer science major, is attending North Carolina State University, along with his roommate and long-time internet friend, Dream. While Dream has been pining over the pretty British boy in a couple of his classes, Sapnap finds himself having a much harder time avoiding a certain gray-eyed ray of sunshine that their mutual friend, Quackity, introduced him to. *The story will not be told chronologically. Chapters will vary from Freshman year (2015-2016 school year) to Senior year (2018-2019 school year). Chapters will be dated at the top to avoid confusion. Also, for reference, 'present day' is spring semester of senior year.* (The classic, 'the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one' trope)

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑. ◦ ❪📝❫ ❝ I MISS HER, TOMMY! ❞ ❝ THIS ISN'T HIM. ❞ wilbur soot x oc mcyt - minecraft youtube CREATED BY LOVEJOYED

Though he desperately refuses the conformities of modern novel tropes, George acknowledges he's just the same as every book character. A side character that is. Studying his way into writing a hit novel George has to master the ups and downs of his college life, overprotective roommate, and the friends with benefits he has going on with his best friend. Only problem is the line of feelings had been blurred years ago, and Dream's future lies between a pretty blondes watermelon flavored lips. Will George be able to skate past the due dates of writing or will he fall victim to the hockey captain once more? *** His brows furrow a bit but he seems to keep his cool when he asks, "can I still kiss you?" And what else am I supposed to say to that? *** This is a mature book. Check the TW in the first chapter <3

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.

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

"What are you doing in my kitchen?" he asks groggily as he makes his way over to the barstools. I laugh at the way he rubs his eyes. "Making pancakes." He squints up at me, hangover all over his face. "Why are you doing it so early in the morning?" "First of all, it's noon." I shake my head as I flip a pancake over. "And second of all, Saturday mornings are basically made for pancakes."

completed! (georgenotfound x fem!oc) Sequel to "Ethereal". After finally being able to relish in their shared feelings, George and Aspyn explore their new relationship together and fight through the struggles that are sent their way. George's lacking childhood comes back to haunt him- after all, it's hard to love someone if you've never felt it before. disclaimers ! - i don't own any of the mcyts - i don't own any of the pictures used - strong language is used frequently

"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.

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)

"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?"