"tubbo guess what... im flying in to come see you !" you tell tubbo very excitedly. "omg y/n i cant wait ive missed you !" tubbo says in return. hi so im writing a tubbo x reader friendship because tubbo is so so so wholesome. this will include other people but it mainly focuses on y/n and tubbos friendship.

"i like you y/n." tubbo admitted. "awh i like you too tubbo." y/n said with an oblivious smile. "no y/n i like you, i really like you." tubbo explains. "oh-" y/n says surprised. _________________________________________ hi everyone this book is part two to my other tubbo x reader called "a friendship" thank you so much for all the support on the last book i appreciate it and hope you like this one! this relationship with be only fluff since tubbo is a minor and i dont feel comfortable writing him in that way anyways, i hope you enjoy. and if you haven't read book one i would really appreciate it if you did! also the cover isn't my original design i added the text to it but i found the picture on pinterest.

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.