"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙨" "𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣." *old*

"𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞?" 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾. "𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲/𝐧." . this is my first book! its honestly angsty fluff, with a blend of romance. The idea has been flowing with me for a while, and i wanted to make it real. I hope yall like it!

*cover photo belongs to its rightful creator.* When you find yourself bumping into someone you never thought you would, it ends up different than expected. Dream, also known as Clay is the person you feel safest around, but as you develop feelings, more complicated obstacles grow in your path.

You were one of the first people to arrive in the piano room - probably because your form room had been so close by. The room was empty when you walked in, so you just made your way to the back of the room, sitting down at one of the pianos near the window. There were no desks in the room besides for the teacher, only keyboards lined up in rows facing the front of the room. You set your books down under the piano, not knowing where else to put them, and sat down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt in your hands as you waited. You would have much preferred for at least the teacher to be in the room - sitting by yourself was not really what you wanted to be doing. You turned your attention to the window in the room, absently watching a couple of songbirds dart in an out of a small shrub while you waited. Hopefully someone else would get here soon and it wouldn't be so stiflingly silent- "Oh. Hello." Your head snapped back to the front of the room to see a boy standing there, hovering awkwardly just inside the door. He was rather short, and his arms wrapped around his books in a hug. You wouldn't have noticed him in the hallway if you had passed him - his height combined with brown hair and brown eyes made him the sort of person that would just blend in to a crowd. He didn't look particularly mean though, so you just tried for a smile. "That's my seat." He said, still hovering by the door.

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.

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...

"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.

Alex, also known online as Quackity, recently got the reputation of being kinda dumb, dumb to the point where another streamer heard about it and has to go see for herself. You and Alex quickly become friends after your encounter and the fans are all for it. However once you two finally meet, things change between the both of you, feelings you never thought you'd feel quickly arise. Maybe you should've never left San Francisco. Started September 2019 Finished March 2020

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚 𝟐𝟐 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. - "𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞." - 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃! 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘! - 𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒! #𝟒𝟗 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓 #𝟖𝟎 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐍𝐀𝐏 #𝟑𝟐𝟒 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 #𝟑𝟖𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

Melody, known as Medusa online, is a fairly successful Twitch streamer who plays a variety of games. She's primarily known for her appearances on Love or Host, where she flips a coin to decide which she'll choose. After being convinced by her friend Will, better known as Wilbur Soot, she becomes a contestant in GeorgeNotFound's Love or Host, where she meets someone who catches her eye. • • • • Sapnap x Female OC 🎖 #1 - sapnap #1 - dream #1 - dreamteam #1 - wilbur #1 - minecraft #2 - georgenotfound #3 - mcyt (January 25, 2021 - August 28, 2021)