"𝗔𝗱𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘁, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲." "𝗕𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘆. 𝗪𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁?" -𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. Warnings: Swearing Started: May 1st, 2021 Finished: RECONTINUING!

As Technoblade's sister, you have always been a fan of Minecraft YouTube. Little did you know the quiet yet handsome boy from school was one of the most popular Minecraft content creators on Twitch...and your personal comfort streamer. --Yes, I know Ranboo came out as gay. This story was completed about a year and a half before he announced it. I mean absolutely no disrespect to Ranboo himself, and I respect his identity 100%-- Milestones: Holy cow we're at 4K reads already...Thank you SO MUCH!!! (Aug 2021) YOOOOOOO WE HIT 20K READS!!!! i legit can't even absorb that number... (Nov 2021) i left for 5 mins and now we have 40K reads, 1000 votes, and ranked #8 on #ranboo. guys what happened help (Dec 2021) 50K????? WHAT?????? (Jan 2022) 2K votes!! 70K reads!! What??!! (April 2022) WE HIT 100K READS! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!! (Nov 2022) 150K reads and #2 on #streaming!!!!! (Nov 2023)

There he was again. The same boy from across the street, staring at you like always. He looked like he was in the middle of throwing the trash away. Even after you talked to him he still looked over here like he had to ask permission to speak to you. You glanced over to him, waving hello as well. You could see him stiffen and continue to throw away the bag in his hand. You closed your book, rolling your eyes. You threw it into your room then carefully hopped down from the little roof perch under your window. You fell down on your back, that wasn't as graceful as you were hoping but you quickly brushed yourself off and stood back up. You hurriedly ran across the street to his house. He heard your footsteps from behind and turned around. You rested your hands on your knees, panting. He chuckled. "Uh you good?" You slowly stood up, nodding. "Yeah i'm good." You placed a hand on his shoulder, a smile creeping onto your face. "Meet me at our spot."

Dream has lived a long, Fae life- he's still living it. A couple centuries old, but still young, Dream is notorious for his line of work. He was once foolish and rebellious, but now, he knows better than to make mistakes. You can call him an assassin, a mercenary, a hitman, whichever one, it doesn't matter. What matters is that Dream does his job and he's good at it. When a certain mortal stumbles across his path, will Dream change his ways? Cover artist: sanek_molodes (on Instagram) Possible TWs: Swearing Blood Death Violence Abuse Gore Angst Sad warning- but also bunch of fluff too, so ya know, keep your head up :) 9/2/2021 - #9 in shipping!! <33 10/19/2022 - #1 in georgewastaken!

when the small streamer y/n makes her spotify activity public her mods start a twitter page dedicated to tweet every song she listens to. turns out, her music taste was very similar to ranboo's, the faceless streamer who finds an interest in the girl. she/her pronouns no smut

'Of course I was the one to fall for the boy that never speaks.' This is a story where you are in the Dreamsmp like everything is real life

You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

You, the princess of a kingdom, being the only child becouse of your mothers sudden death after your birth. Your eighteenth birthday is coming up soon, and your lovely father is preparing a fancy ball. You being not too fond of public spaces and new people, don't enjoy the ball, until you meet a young man, maybe a few years older then you. And the whole night changes, maybe not only the night, your whole life too. First story about an mcyt ^^ It's my first time writing x reader as well, so I might mess up sometimes- But I wanna improve and try. Hope you enjoy the book. <3 completed