❝ I don't want to be your quiet afternoon crush. I could, but it will never be enough to satisfy me. It won't even come close. ❞ | anne with an e | | gilbert blythe × oc |

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.

Hey it's me again, my 4th story!!! Here's the rundown if you're new. Female reader btw ____________ Y/n helps teach a cute boy with his homework. And her knowing sign language gives her the upper hand in this friendship, or more. Well come and find out!! ___________ No smut they are minors No unwanted shipping (Tommyxtubbo) No offensive or racist comments!! _________ TW// Bullying Abuse Depression Blah blah you get the deal Now join me, as I steal your genders while writing your daily dose of simp material. I maybe dyslexic but I'm one heck of a writer ;)

"𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞?" "𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐨, 𝐲/𝐧. 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭." 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. I now realize this story is less of an xreader and more of an oc named y/n. I apologize, this was my first ever xreader so I didn't really know what I was doing. *intentionally lowercased* *tommyinnit is only uncomfortable with fanfics that contain smut/nsfw. i will not be putting any smut or nsfw into this fanfic* (ps the beginning is probably really cringy in quality, and i'm slowly working on revisions :)) 100k on Dec 1, 2020 <3 200k on Jan 11, 2021 <3 300k on Feb 4, 2021 <3 400k on Feb 23, 2021 <3 500k on Mar 14, 2021 <3 600k on Apr 7, 2021 <3 700k on May 9, 2021 <3 800k on Jun 14, 2021 <3 900k on Jul 22, 2021 <3 1 million. Sep. 1, 2021❤️ started: september 29, 2020 finished: february 18, 2021 :p revisions started: june 8, 2021

You found him, his back against the thrones arm rest and his legs draped over the other. The light shone directly on him. He held an old looking guitar in his arms, his hand strumming along as he hummed a soft tune. You tilted your head as you quietly listened in, completely forgetting the reason why you were looking for Lord Wilbur in the first place. You could doze off to his calm melody, it was nice. You closed your eyes as you blocked out noise other than Wilburs strumming. You could've stayed there forever just listening to him. You actually began to doze off, causing you to jump a little. As you did the sound of your potions clinked together which got the attention of Lord Wilbur. Your eyes met with his dark brown ones. "Lady Y/n?" He questioned.

Y/N is a talented artist in the Kingdom of Enderia. There, a faceless prince lives and according to rumors, once you see his face, you're dead. Dead as in dead but Y/N learns that it isnt true at all. Ranboo is a prince who's face has been hidden from everyone but why? No one really knows. Ranboo has lived inside the castle walls which he sees as eerie and gloomy but once Y/N came to their castle, his world began to shine bright with colors. Will Y/N get Ranboo's trust to show him who he truely is or will their lives stay the same, Y/N being a simple artist and Ranboo living in a gloomy world? ================================ Second book poggers! I don't really have a good inspiration here and the first few chapters were pre-written at 12 am so I wasnt in the right mindset to write that time sorry lmao. - Disclaimer: I do not write about the cc's themselves, the characters in this book are different versions of their characters in different universes :)