"you can never have too many friends" "Eh, maybe I just don't want to be your friend" --- That awkward moment when Ranboo texts the wrong number Spoiler: The texts don't last long, and it goes to a normal story soon after. If you prefer stories that's mainly texts, this isn't the story for you. It wasn't my intention for this to happen, but it just sort of did, I apologize cover made by @TessWillow! go follow them!! first published: September 21st, 2021 ended: December 9th, 2021 Highest Rankings: #1 in ranbooxreader #2 in Youtube #2 in mcytxreader #3 in mcytfanfiction #3 in mcyoutuber #9 in ranboo #69 in ranboo (nice)

213-***-****: Wtf man :( You: Sorry baby gril :( 213-***-****: Wha- Why'd you just call me baby girl Or at least attempted 🤨 You: Damn you're a dumb mfer 213-***-****: Why are you suddenly acting like this?? Did I do something to make you upset D: You: Bestie, please look at the number 😔✋ 213-***-****: Oh OH ---- In which Ranboo texts the wrong number thinking it was Tubbo. Or In which a simple mistake leads to greater things :) ---- • Ranboo x GenderNeutral!Reader • **PLEASE READ 'IMPORTANT INFORMATION'** - Sharky <3 ~> Cover drawn by JohiroTheDevil <~

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 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.

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...

Hello Y/N, My name is Jack Manifold and I'm a twitch streamer/youtuber (you can find me @ jackmanifoldtv). Recently I've been working on designing and getting merch for my subscribers, and I've been looking for a photographer to possibly help with a merch photoshoot so I'll have some pictures for the website. I found your page through Instagram and so far you look like you know what you're doing. I just was wondering about your price range for that sort of thing and when you would be available for a shoot? Jack Manifold (not sus) ---- Hello Jack, Thank you for the request. I took a look at your page, and I would be happy to set up a time for a shoot. The price would depend on how many hours the shoot would be, and my rate is about £100 an hour. As for availability, I am still in school, so it would have to be either in the afternoon or on the weekend if you wanted it earlier in the day. Hopefully that's not an inconvenience! Y/N (also not sus, just in case you were wondering)

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

This was the biggest opportunity of your life. A summer in New York City - the summer before you went off to college nonetheless - interning for Stark Industries, the biggest name in science and engineering in the world. This summer was going to be amazing. --- In which an opportunity falls in your lap, as well as a few new friends - one of whom might want to be more - a delusioned terrorist with a point, a vigilante cause and the adventure of a lifetime. *I didn't rate this mature because there's no sex, but there are teenagers, and therefore some cursing (it's mostly Laurie)*

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.

You are the new heroine in town and one of the shy girls in school. Crushing on a boy named Peter Parker, you try to find a way to become more then friends. But the super hero you, is busy saving people while being a little flirtatious with Spider Man. You start to develop feelings for Peter and Spider Man. What happens next? (Tom Holland as Spider Man) Picture is owned by: fanpop.com (I'm not doing anything from Infinity War. Pretend that never happens)