- Description - In which I write about you, the reader, falling in love with Tommy. Except it's full of cliches that a lovely user I met on a TommyInnit fanfiction loves. So yes, this story is mainly for them, but you can also read it if you want. - Info - If this makes Tommy or anyone else in the Dream SMP uncomfortable, I won't hesitate to stop writing and delete this. I am not, in any way, sexualizing Tommy. The farthest I will go when writing this is cuddles, hugging, and kissing. This will be gender neutral and will include a short part in the story where you come out to Tommy about using they/them pronouns. Tommy will be supportive. No homophobia will be tolerated. - Trigger Warnings - This story will contain swearing. It also mentions a specific situation that may make some readers sensitive (when Tommy tells Tubbo the discs were- yeah). May trigger some anxiety or just sadness in general. I haven't decided exactly everything I will add into this story, but I will definitely add triggers as I go along. - Important Update! - This story has been paused until I find motivation to write anything but short one-chapter imagines. I promise I will continue, I really will! The story is just going on a bit of a break. Edit: Okay, the story is continuing. I can't promise daily or weekly updates, but I'm trying my best. Started: Monday April 17, 2022 Ended: ???

Ivy, 16 years old, hyperactive and juggling between work and studies, has a boring and annoying life. But everything changed when she met those 3 guys, identical and so different at the same time. She feels so good with them but with Chris it's different...No one's ever made her feel this way. He makes her laugh cry, shout, dance, sing...He is just perfect for her TW: swearing and maybe a bit of violence

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.