Y/n is popular 16 year old streamer. What happened whens she gets a very special invite that could change her life forever. what happened when they all decide to meet in person and ho on a huge roadtrip.(Read to find out :D) (Im also gon a see how long I make this book before I get bored of writing it) *Sequel * Sleeping Under The Moonlight THIS WILL NOT HAVE SMUT SINCE THEY ARE BOTH MINORS. ⚠ Theirs will be mentions of anxiety and panic attacks also some depression may include some self harm or mentions of it⚠ If anyone in this story is uncomfortable with it I will take it down. This is not a shipping book I just wrote it for fun and entertainment purposes only.

if you have no yet read Reach For The Stars you should as this is the Sequel When death comes knocking and know one know how to react after the incident. with guilt tugging everyone's hearts into different directions. Will things ever go back to normal or can things be so broken that no one knows were to start. Sound essay right. Only if they knew the damage left behind. Very Angst Story ⚠️TW warnings will be addressed at the beginning of the Chapter THIS WILL NOT HAVE SMUT SINCE THEY ARE BOTH MINORS. If anyone in this story is uncomfortable with it I will take it down. This is not a shipping book I just wrote it for fun and entertainment purposes only.

I wasn't living- I was surviving- that is, Until I Met You.

"Okay TommyInnit, you win this time." "I win every time." You never had a PC, until your minecraft streamer brother, Sapnap, had bought you one. You met this guy named Tommy, and developed a crush on him. You always found that dumb. It's silly, he doesn't like you back. Right?

cover picture made by @blueplanetz !!!! <333 • "i'm glad it's just you and me now." . .. . after a long journey through the dangerous seas, you found a land that shined of determination and confidence: lmanburg. you had no way back home, but the residents there were kind enough to let you stay. however, the current events in lmanburg began to grow into pure destruction, and you walked right into the middle of the fire. luckily for you, someone was always willing to shield you from the chaos. . .. . this is a tommyinnit x reader, folks ! this will also be a female reader. !!! IMPORTANT !!! PLEASE READ THE INTRODUCTION BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE !! these are important things to note and setting what i'm NOT going to do in this book. don't ask for any changes unless it is something that TOMMY HIMSELF has stated he is uncomfortable with. if any new info is released, i will make changes accordingly. but on a different note, thank you for finding this small book of mine. expect a full series of dream smp related books, i have a lot of ideas ! thank you for reading <33 thumbnail art by SAD-ist ! reached #5 on tommyinnitxreader !! reached #22 on xreader !! reached #2 on tommy !! reached #13 on minecraft !!

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

You're attention of the captivating, midnight black horse, whose main you were brushing, gets broken when a soothing monotoned voice speaks out. "Elegant, aren't they." Startled you look over to see a tall man with long, silky, bubble gum pink hair tied into a braid. You gasp, and bow to the prince who was standing only a few feet away from you. "Yes, sire, she is very elegant." The prince chuckles, a chuckle you could feel yourself listening to for hours. You raise from your bow and make eye contact with the god looking prince who was now towering over you. The other maidens in the castle were right, he was charming. "Yes, while the stallion is beautiful. She wasn't who I was talking about." #2 in MYCT (Friday, 2 April)

Rest well, King.

(DISCONTINUED) 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝙿𝚒𝚐 ---------- TechnobladexReader DreamxReader ----------