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schlattsdoll · 6 months

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Schlatt from the otk iq test video with school girl reader (praise/corruption kink)🙈

mine. all mine. - jschlatt

fem/afab reader

minors dni

warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, schlatt calls himself daddy, rikki sucks at writing endings

notes: im thinking college au?? innocent!girly!reader x fratboy!schlatt??? inject it into my veins. i felt like a FUCKING GENIUS naming the frat hehe. also this is WAY LONGER than i wanted it to be, i got carried away again

it wasnt his fault you looked so good in your pastels and short skirts, paired excellently with knee high socks. your innocence adding to how badly he had wanted to corrupt you, to ruin you. truthfully, this was meant to be a study date, being paired with jay to do scene from romeo and juliet for an acting class. as you read the lines, your face flushed knowing what came next. sensing your nervousness, schlatt stopped you. "hey, you know we don't have to do this." his hand "unintentionally" on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles. you shook your head, "n-no. we're gonna have too. it's not that i don't want too, y-you're very attractive its just, i uh, i've never done this before."

bingo. something as small as taking your first kiss would be more than enough to satisfy him until he could fully ruin you, make you his.

"i'd be more than willing to help doll." he winked, causing your face to flush again, hiding behind your hands. "don't hide that pretty face from me. i mean it, i won't bite. unless ya ask me too." his hand coming up and holding your chin in his hand. he leans down and kisses you gingerly, a soft moment between you too. as you melt into the kiss, schlatt's hands make their way to your face, holding either side of your cheeks. "wow..." you whispered breathlessly after pulling away, smiling. jay smiled too, "how was that toots?"

"can we do that again?"

you two had practiced the kiss, several more times than needed, each time increasing in force and passion. hands wrapped in each others hair, at one point you wound up in his lap.

thats how you wound up in his bed at the omicron theta kappa (otk) house. your back against his pillows, legs spread and skirt hiked up while he sat between them. his large fingers tracing the wet patch in your pink panties, teasing your soaked core while you wriggled under his touch. "j-johnathan." you whined out breathlessly. "is all this from me kissing you baby? look at you, ever touched yourself before dolly?" you hid your face in your hands ashamed and his smirk grew. "nothing wrong with making yourself feel good baby, lemme make you feel good. can i toots?" he started to pull your underwear down as you nodded your head, words lost in your throat. "use your words doll. i won't do anything unless i hear you say it." you manage to choke out a yes, very weakly. schlatt helps you wiggle out out of the now drenched panties, and smiles down at you. "if it gets too much, let me know."

schlatt takes a headband off his nightstand and pushes his hair back, and tentatively licks your sopping cunt, causing you to bite back a moan. "doll, lemme hear you. wanna hear all the pretty sounds you're gonna make." his mouth returning to your pussy, giving little kitten licks to your clit. normally, he was a complete munch, but he has to hold himself back to not overstimulate you. he brings his hand down to slowly insert a finger into your wet heat. you squirm and a little moan escapes your lips as he smirks once again. "you're so tight baby, gonna have to stretch you out before i can make you mine. that's what you are right, my little dolly?" he leans up to kiss you while he fingers you, tasting yourself on his tongue. he deepens the kiss when he adds a second finger, loving the way you moaned into the kiss. he pulls away to instruct you, "grind your hips down baby. that's it, my good girl."

jay caught how you had reacted to being called that. "oh you liked that didn't you? my good girl, love this tight fuckin pussy. can't wait to taste more of you." his thumb reached up to up to rub your clit, his fingers curling and hitting that sweet spot you've never been able to hit. he felt your walls clench around his fingers and he sped up just a little, "gonna cum for me toots? go on, cum for daddy."

your orgasm hits you like a brick wall, cumming hard around him leaving you breathless. schlatt pulls out his fingers and licks them clean, "so fucking yummy. wanna taste you everyday."

you go to sit up and get on your knees, when he looks at you like a confused puppy. "whatcha doin toots?" you look up at him, "a-aren't i supposed to do something for you now?" his cock twitched in his pants at the thought of ruining your pretty makeup and your pretty glossed lips around his cock, but he was eager to have you a moaning mess under him again. "next time baby, right now it's all about making you feel good. lay back f'me." you listened to the bigger man, laying back down, legs spread again. "such a good girl, listening to me. bet if i asked you to you'd play with that puffy clit again." schlatt pulled down his gray sweatpants and boxers in one fell swoop, so ready to stretch and mold you to his dick. your eyes widened at the sight of him, it was bigger than anything you've seen before in videos. you audibly gasped, stroking his ego. "don't worry doll, i'll be gentle with you. don't wanna break you. not yet at least."

he stroked himself, getting his knees onto the bed and lining himself up with your entrance. he barely put his tip in before you were moaning and writhing under him. slowly, he went in inch by inch, letting out a few guttural grunts and moans himself. "fuckin hell, s'fuckin tight baby. his hand went down to rub your clit gently, and you relaxed a little, letting him slip inside you more. once you gave him the all clear to move, his hips slid back and forward, pulling out just enough to have you whining before sliding back in.

"so good f'me doll. such a good girl, best fuckin pussy i've ever had nd its all mine isnt it? say it. say who you belong to."

you whine at his words, managing a pathetic whine of "you, oh fuck." he smirks and knows what he wants out of you, "say my name baby. fucking say it."

"johnathan!" you borderline screamed as you felt your second orgasm of the night coming on. "that's it, my good girl, cum for me." he felt himself getting close, balls tightening. "fuck, 'm gonna cum." he pulled out and stroked himself until he finished on your thigh with a groan.

running to the bathroom, he grabs a clean washcloth to clean off his sperm and clean off himself. then, he lays down behind you, holding you by the waist close to him. "i wasn't kidding when i said i wanted to make you mine doll. i really do, so whaddya sa? will you be mine?"

"'m yours jay."

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kazisonline · 3 months

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My fresskall Hermit College AU, hermit clubs:

Basketball Team:

Iskall

False

Hypno

Wels

Jevin

Gem (Reserve)

Etho (Reserve)

Science club:

Zedaph

Impulse

Tango

Skizz

Cub

Mumbo

Doc

Drama club:

Ren

Martyn

Joe

Scar

Art club:

Pearl

Bdubs

Beef

Student council:

Xisuma

Ren (of course)

Cleo

Grian

No club, but works at a tea house / coffee shop after school:

Stress

Keralis

Big B

Bonus: Empires College basketball team:

Joel

Oli

fWhip

Pixl

Sausage

Shubble (reserve)

Jimmy (reserve)

I've been thinking A LOT about this au and oh god I'm so invested. You might disagree with some, honestly I don't know if I shouldn't switch Grian and Scar when it comes to their clubs, but for now it's gonna be like this :3

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cyncerity · 2 months

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Finally! The Store Shifter AU dad story!!

Holy shit this took so long, i’m still not fully satisfied with the ending but this story has been like genuinely over 5 months in the making so i’m leaving it as is. also this will need a part 2 so expect that hopefully in a shorter period of time than this one took!

guys this thing is like almost 5k words lol

tw vore: don’t like it don’t read it

“Bad, are you sure this is the best idea?” “Yes I’m sure, now be quiet, we’re almost there.”

Skeppy huffed, blowing a few loose strands of hair out of his face. Bad always got like this when they went on retrieval missions. The kind and funny (if not somewhat naïve) man he married buried beneath a stoic, focused outer shell. He couldn’t blame him, though. Humans were horrifying to be around, and if Bad felt like he needed to turn off everything to get them all out of there safely, so be it. Usually it was just the two of them, Skeppy and Bad against the world as it always seemed to be, but Sam was with them today. He’d been pretty silent through their walk, but Skeppy could sense the unease practically radiating off him. Sam was a builder, after all; he almost never went near humans. But, according to him, some homes in their colony had been damaged by storms and needed repair work that would be significantly easier with human tools.

So, here they were. Bad, Skeppy, and Sam, headed towards a human market. Skeppy had been fully opposed, but the hunt and crops had been poor at the colony, and their supplies likely wouldn’t be regrown until a few months from now if they were lucky. Bad suggested the human’s market, where he’d heard other borrowers say they’d seen humans come in with nothing and leave with bags full of god knows what. He was confident they’d be able to find the necessary rations there, and even if he was scared, he wouldn’t let Bad go to some human infested place without him. Then Sam had joined them and off they’d gone, promising the rest of the colony to be back in a day or two.

As they neared the market, Skeppy could see Bad tense. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed the slight crease of his brows, the minute shaking of his hands. That’s part of what made him a great leader for their colony; he was able to stay calm and collected no matter what. But having known him for so long, Skeppy could read him like an open book. He was scared. Sam, meanwhile, wasn’t even trying to hide it. He was quaking, clearly terrified of going into a space filled with creatures he knows could and likely would kill him if given the chance. Skeppy, honestly, was equally terrified. They almost never ventured this far into human society, and certainly never into human inhabited spaces. But, all for the good of the colony.

They approached the building and saw humans leaving the store, making Skeppy’s stomach turn in fear. He was sure that his fear was just as noticeable as Sam’s was, and he wasn’t sure how Bad was managing to keep his cool while him and Sam were panicking right next to him. But somehow, Bad pressed them forward, and they had little choice but to follow. They’d already made it this far, and like hell Skeppy was gonna back down and leave Bad to do this alone now.

They managed to get in the door right behind a human before scurrying back to the shadows for safety the second they entered the building, and holy shit was it bigger than he’d thought it was. There were dozens and dozens of rows one hundred times bigger than any one of them, even if they were small compared to the trees of the forest. “We’ll have to search from above,” Bad whispered quietly, breaking the unspoken vow of silence that the three had been following since nearing the shop. “Skeppy, lend me a rope. We can hoist each other up on each level.”

So, that they did. One of them would climb, then throw a rope for the other two to climb to meet them, only occasionally having to hide behind whatever human product was nearest to avoid being spotted. Thank god there weren’t as many humans in the place as he’d initially thought there would be. After a while, the three had made it to the top, overlooking pretty much the entire shop. Skeppy took note that most of the food they’d need was farther back in the store, unfortunately, but at least the platforms they stood on were close enough together that they could jump them. He also took note that a good number of humans were leaving, which was great for them, but also meant that night was likely coming soon, so they had to be fast. It wasn’t safe to travel the woods at night. Bad seemed to recognize this, as he gestured for Skeppy and Sam to follow him, leading them towards what they’d need. After a few more minutes of the three heading to the back, almost all the humans were gone except for a few in bright green vests. Skeppy reasoned that they were the ones who operated the place, if they all dressed the same and stayed when no one else did. But he wasn’t worried; what were the odds that the humans would look up to see them?

“Hey, Nick, you wanna head home early? You don’t look so good, I’m sure Dream wouldn’t mind.” Skeppy heard a human say. He knew it’d be best to stay back, but Skeppy was nothing if not stupidly impulsive. He leaned over the edge of the platform they’d been walking on, catching the attention of Bad and Sam too late to stop him. The human who had spoken was wearing a white sweater and gold chain with blonde hair and pale skin. He was talking to another human, “Nick” apparently, who was slumped over some boxes he was putting on a shelf, back turned to where the borrowers were. This one had a dark red hoodie and black beanie pulled over his head that almost matched the shade of his hair. The first human was right, though; if human body language read anything like a borrowers, this guy really wasn’t looking good. Nevertheless, he responded. “Hm? No, no, I’m fine, Punz, really.” He mumbled, barely looking up. The blonde one, “Punz,” didn’t look like he believed it for a second. “Bullshit. C’mere, let me take your temperature.” He said, pulling the other human to face him, and-

No.

No fucking way.

Skeppy could feel that Bad at this point had noticed his absence and had come over to drag him away from the conversation by force, but he shook himself free from his grip, eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. That was him. There’s no way it wasn’t. His hair was different, far different from the hazel brown he remembered, the same shade as his father’s, but it was him. He even had the discoloration around his eyes to prove it, the scar that had nicknamed him “Pandas” all those years ago. He looked older, much older, no longer the teen Skeppy remembered, and more tired. Worn down, even. He really did look sick.

Bad wasn’t letting go, and now Sam was trying to help him. Punz and Nick- no, Sapnap, he was sure of it- were still idly chatting below, Punz trying to convince Sapnap he needed to go and Sapnap insisting he was fine. At another insistent yank from Bad, Skeppy finally snapped, pulling away and grabbing Bad by the front of his hood, dragging his face close. “Bad,” he whispered as quietly as he could with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “it’s our son.”

He saw Bad’s eyes light up for a moment before fear masked his expression. He looked down at Sapnap, who was now sat alone, staring at the ground. Punz must’ve left at some point without him noticing. Bad sat in stunned silence, and for once Skeppy couldn’t read his expression. An expression he could read, however, was Sam’s. He looked an odd mix of confused and mortified. Skeppy was confused at the odd reaction before it hit him; Sam didn’t know Sapnap was a shifter. “That’s Sapna-mph?!“ “Shh!!” Sam whisper yelled before Skeppy slapped a hand over his mouth. “Ok, i don’t know what he’s doing here but yes, it has to be. He can…do this. I mean, he can look human. But he’s not! It’s…it’s a long story, dude.” “I- He..what?? Bad, you knew about this?” Sam whisper yelled again, quieter. “…Yes.” Bad took a moment to answer, like it pained him to admit out loud that the ‘human’ down there was his own son. “How can…how long has he-“ Sam cut himself off as Sapnap’s head snapped up, revealing that his eyes were almost black with how large his pupils were. He looked out of it entirely. He looked…predatory.

Bad gasped, stumbling back from the edge of the platform he’d been watching from and fell to the ground, clutching his chest, unable to control his ragged breathing. Skeppy and Sam were immediately right there beside him, Sam trying to lead him through breathing exercises as quietly as possible as Skeppy asked him what was wrong. After a few moments, Bad managed to choke out words. “We- we need…to go. We..we need t- to go now.” “Why? What’s going on?” Skeppy asked. Before Bad could give any semblance of an answer, they heard boxes be knocked over. To curious for his own good, Skeppy went to see what it was, and Sam and Bad reluctantly followed.

Sapnap was stood again, back turned to the three as he looked up at one of the shelves near him. And there stood- “Alex?” Skeppy heard Sam whisper, hope full in his voice. Skeppy had almost forgotten that the day Sapnap ran away was the last time Sam had seen his own son. Quackity looked older, too. His hair was longer and he looked more well nourished and muscular than the scrawny, scrappy little boy Skeppy had watched grow up. He also still wore his stupid little bandana and the face covering Karl had made him after he’d got that gash through his mouth. But even with that mask on, Skeppy noticed the confusion and pity in his eyes as he looked at his boyfriend.

“Sapnap?” Quackity asked, but there was no response. He kept looking for a little bit before sighing and looking around. What for, Skeppy didn’t know, but what he did find was them. Skeppy saw Quackity’s eyes go wide as he noticed the three, and he looked horrified. Sam stood and waved, moving to say something before Quackity violently charaded to keep quiet. He then started to shoo them, and Bad immediately took the hint and tried to pull the both of them away, but Skeppy and Sam held their ground. “Why?” Sam said just barely loud enough for Quackity to hear across the aisle, but also loud enough for Sapnap to notice apparently, as he started to turn around towards them. “Just go!!” Quackity screamed, drawing Sapnap’s attention back to himself as his head snapped back. Quackity took a step forward about to yell something else before time froze.

Faster than he could blink, Sapnap had reached up and roughly grabbed Quackity off the shelf, holding him to his face for a short moment before stuffing him in his mouth. He could hear muffled yelling, too distant to make out any words, and could see indents of Quackity pushing against Sapnap’s cheeks trying to fight his way out. Bad was silent, ghastly white and completely unmoving, not even breathing, which left Skeppy to turn his attention away from the scene in front of him to keep Sam quiet. He quickly and forcefully wrapped his arm around his mouth and pulled him back, using his other hand to push Sam’s head into the crook of his elbow to muffle him. Sam was yelling and screaming; clawing, kicking, doing anything just to make Skeppy to let him go, but he endured it. It was all he could do to not think too heavily into what he’d just seen. There was no way Sapnap would…eat him. He’d watched Quackity and Sapnap grow up together. Before Karl came along, it’d really just been the two of them. They were best friends from the start, and early in their teenage years, it turned to something more. Sapnap cared more about Quackity than himself, he knew that for a fact. There had to be something he was missing here, right?

All at once, Sam fell silent. The screaming, kicking, everything stopped. Everything but his crying; Skeppy could feel his sleeve growing wet with tears. Maybe this was a good sign. Maybe Sapnap had spit him out, maybe it was all a prank, a joke, anything. Sapnap was raised by him and Bad, after all. He’d seen his fair share of trolling from his fathers. Sapnap couldn’t do this, he and Bad hadn’t raised a monster. This wasn’t happening. Everything was ok.

As he looked up, the sight ahead of him said otherwise.

Sapnap had his head tilted up, one hand lightly pressed on something- no, someone in his throat, while the other was holding something just outside his mouth; a tail. Quackity’s tail. Quackity was moving under the pressure; squirming, thrashing even, under Sapnap’s skin, yet the expression on his son’s face read nothing but bliss. Skeppy could even swear he saw drool seeping out of the corners of his smile. He couldn’t watch this. He couldn’t stay here and stand to see the boy he had raised, had loved his entire life, kill someone that Skeppy had thought he’d watched him grow to love. But he couldn’t move. He stood frozen, tears welling in his eyes and his body cold from fear with Sam limp and silently sobbing in his arms. Sam, poor Sam, who sat here watching his son be eaten alive not only by his previous future son-in-law, by his own best friends’ son. Bad, who’d been so silent that Skeppy had nearly forgotten he was here, barely seemed to be breathing. His only signs of life were the tears pouring down his face and the violent shaking that wracked his entire frame. He looked so scared Skeppy was surprised he was still standing.

The three of them watched in silent horror as finally, after what felt like hours, Sapnap let go of Quackity’s tail. They watched his form fall farther and farther down Sapnap’s throat little by little until finally his struggles had disappeared beneath his lover’s collar bones, sealing his fate. Sapnap dropped his head and sighed, the blissful, at peace expression he wore making Skeppy sick. He watched Sapnap seemingly subconsciously trace a line down his torso, no doubt following where Quackity was within his body, until he finally placed a palm on his stomach. And if there was any doubt (which at this point could only be chalked up to wishful thinking) as to what fate Quackity had truly met, it had all been dispelled as the three heard horrible, violent gurgling sounds coming from Sapnap’s stomach. Sapnap covered his whole midsection with his arm, face tinged pink in apparent embarrassment as he whipped his head side to side to make sure no one was around. Luckily for the three of them, he still didn’t think to look up. He blinked a few times before looking down at where his arm laid for a few seconds and subsequently sighing, rolling his eyes (which Skeppy belatedly realized were back to normal instead of the horrifying all consuming black). He began rubbing his stomach as a few more gurgles were heard and he pulled a little thin black box from his apron, tapping it a few times before holding it to his ear.

A few seconds of silence later, Sapnap was speaking. “Hey, Dream! Did Punz tell you I was sick? He said he was going off to find you like 10 minutes ago.” More silence. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine now. I think I just needed something to eat, if you know what I mean.” Skeppy’s heart skipped a beat hearing Sapnap so nonchalantly refer to his own species, to someone he loved, as food. “I’m just gonna go on break now if that’s ok. Could you meet me by the security office? I need you to help me, uh…get rid of something.” Another break. “Ok, sounds good, I’ll meet you then. Bye.” He said, tapping the black box again before slipping it back into a pocket and moving to leave the aisle. At that, Skeppy decided it was far past time to go. He went to grab Bad before realizing that he was fully unconscious, likely having passed out from fear. Sam, on the other hand, lay sobbing. Skeppy could do nothing but try to drag him to away, but ultimately failed. “Sam,” Skeppy whispered, voice cracking through tears and shivering, “We…we have to go.” “I failed.” he responded, not bothering to whisper since Sapnap was gone. “I failed as a father. I couldn’t save him. I- I couldn’t save them. Either of them.” He chocked out, tears pouring harder. Skeppy stood shocked; Sam rarely mentioned his other son anymore. It’d been so, so long since he’s been around that Skeppy (as much as it pained him to admit it to himself) had almost forgotten he existed completely. And didn’t that just make this all the more sad; Sam didn’t deserve to lose another kid. He didn’t deserve to have these old scars ripped back open again. “You couldn’t have known.” Skeppy said, sitting down beside him. “There’s nothing you could’ve done. I…I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Sam.”

Skeppy wasn’t sure why he felt the need to apologize, but in some way, this felt like his fault. Sapnap was his son. What had he done wrong? How long had Sapnap been planning to do this? What would Karl say if he saw this? Is Karl even still alive, or did Sapnap get to him first? How were they gonna tell Tina that her younger brother got killed by his fiancé, of all people?

Skeppy was only snapped out of it when a hand rested on his own, and he turned to see Sam looking at him. His tear-stained expression held no anger, no contempt for the man who had raised the person to have just killed his son, just…pity and sadness. Sam didn’t hate him. Sam felt…sorry for him. Sorry that his son had turned out like this after so many years being away from home. Sorry that the boy who they’d both loved growing up was gone, twisted into a psychopath and cannibal. In a way, they’d both lost their kids today. Skeppy couldn’t do anything but break down, clinging to Sam and sobbing as he finally processed everything that he’d seen today. Sam just hugged back tightly, like Skeppy was his only lifeline, and sobbed with him.

“We should get going.” Sam sighed after what felt like hours. “We need to help Bad, and I’m sure the others are wondering why we’re not back yet.” Skeppy, still numb, just nodded and helped sling one of Bad’s unconscious arms over his shoulder while Sam took another. The walk back to where they had come from was silent, neither of them willing to bring up the fact that they hadn’t actually retrieved any supplies and the whole trip was kinda pointless, but were met with a sight that neither had been expecting.

The doors were tied shut with chains. They couldn’t get out.

They were stuck there till morning.

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Sapnap sat in the break room fiddling with his phone when he saw Dream come in, twirling a set of keys on his finger. “You said you needed access to the security room?” “‘Bout time.” Sapnap responded sarcastically, standing up off the beanbag chair with a hand over his stomach to keep the extra weight in his gut from swaying as he moved. Seriously, no matter how many times or how often he’d done this, he was never going to get used to it, was he? “Sorry I needed to lock up the store, asshole.” Dream replied, leading him out of the room to the security office down the hall. “Ranboo is staying at my place tonight so Tom and Tubbo aren’t alone, so I had to lock up from inside today cause someone invited me to stay the night to work on parkour stuff.” “Don’t pin this on me, I’m being nice to you for once.” Sapnap replied, lightly elbowing Dream as he tried to unlock the door and messing him up. Dream flipped him off without even moving his vision away from the lock before getting back to work. “Are you at the security office yet?” Quackity asked, startling Sapnap which in turn startled Dream, who gave him an odd look. Sapnap just pointed to his stomach and Dream rolled his eyes and went back to work on the lock.

“Yeah, we are. Holy shit, dude, you scared the fuck outta me, I thought you were asleep. You haven’t said anything like this entire time.” “I couldn’t fall asleep. Something…something happened, man.” “…Well that doesn’t sound ominous at all. What kinda something? Something bad?? Are you ok, did I do something?” “I’m fine!” Quackity quickly responded, picking up on his fiancé’s nervous tone. “It’s just…well I don’t know yet. You’ll be able to see for yourself on the video camera. I don’t want to freak you out if it’s nothing.” Sapnap went to ask what that meant before Dream finally managed to open the door with a little cheer of celebration. He ushered Sapnap in as he started to log into the camera’s system.

“Ok, so can you tell me what happened?” Dream questioned. “It’s been a while since I did the instinct thing, so I guess I looked kinda sickly, so Punz ran to get you. After that I started to feel nauseous and sat down and passed out. When I woke up again, Quackity was in here and I felt a lot better. I think my instincts just fully took over so I wasn’t conscious, like, at all. I figured I would see what exactly happened and then delete the footage so no one else could see me lose it.” Dream nodded. “Yeah, I figured that’s what you meant by ‘needed something to eat.’ Kinda also figured that instincts had something to do with why Punz said you looked sick, so I asked Quackity to go and look for you.” Sapnap vaguely heard Quackity confirm what Dream had said. “Oh, thanks dude.” “No problem. Now, where and when was this again?”

Sapnap gave a few more specifications on what had happened, and at this point he could feel Quackity nervously pacing in his gut, which felt…weird, to say the least. “Quackity, dude, are you ok? You never move this much in there, it’s kinda freaking me out. And it feels weird.” “Sorry.” He heard as he felt Quackity drop back down to sit, almost immediately starting to tap his foot. “You’re nervous about something.” “No I’m-“ “You’re sitting with your eye sockets pressed into your knees while tapping your foot. I’ve known you my entire life, I don’t need to be able to see you to know what you’re doing. You only do that when you’re really anxious, what’s up?” “Like I said, you’ll see on the video.” Sapnap was about to respond again, but was agin cut off by Dream. “Found it! Oh shit, yeah, you look really out of it, I’m surprised you made it as long as y- what the fuck is that??” That bit caught Sapnap’s attention. He moved closer to the tv and noticed what Dream was questioning: on the grainy monitor, there were 3 small silhouettes on top of an aisle in front of Sapnap. “Are those…borrowers?” Dream asked, looking over to Sapnap. “They have to be. What the hell are more borrowers doing in the store? Q, is this what you were worried about?” “…Mostly.” Quackity responded, and Sapnap nodded to Dream so he could follow along. “…fast forward, see if you can tell when they leave.” Sapnap relayed the request to Dream, who did as he asked.

“Oh no…” Sapnap whispered. “What?” Dream asked, but Quackity was apparently more than aware of the issue. “They didn’t listen, did they? They didn’t go when I told them too?” “No, no they didn’t…” Sapnap whispered again, in shock. He felt Quackity stand and start to pace again, but this time couldn’t care to correct it. “What? Who didn’t what?” Dream asked. “The borrowers on the aisle. Quackity was signaling for them to leave so they wouldn’t see me do..that, but they didn’t. They’re seeing everything.” Sapnap gestured back up to the screen, where at this point he could see Quackity entering his throat and the borrowers backing up, one even kicking and fighting another to do something. “Well…thats not good, but it can’t be that bad, right? I mean, what are the odds you’ll ever see them again? I mean, sure they can tell a colony about a human that ate a borrower, but you guys have always kinda been under the impression we did that anyway, right? At the absolute worst, they’ll have another horror story to get kids to bed on time.” “Dream, I just traumatized 3 random borrowers for life.” “I was under the impression you were all just kinda traumatized from shit in general, is this really that much worse?” “Sapnap, tell him to shut up.” Quackity interrupted. Sapnap obliged by smacking a hand over Dream’s mouth and putting a finger over his own lips. “…I need you to let me out.” Sapnap looked confused for a moment. Quackity had only been in there for a few hours; normally when this happened he would just stay the night since it was more of a hassle to get dry and clean just to put on pjs. Something was wrong, still, Sapnap would never hold the man he loved against his will.

Sapnap quickly brought him up, placing a hand under his mouth as Quackity climbed out. Quackity’s head snapped immediately to the security footage. At this point, Sapnap could see himself finally swallow Quackity down, and the 3 borrowers react accordingly with varying levels or fear and distress. One of them even went unconscious. Quackity watched with a look of worry that made Sapnap anxious; in all the years he’d known Quackity, he’d never seen him like this. Why was he this worried? He barely registered that in the video he had regained control, only focused on what could have caused the fear in his fiancé’s eyes.

Until one of the borrowers turned enough for their face to be seen in the camera.

That…that was his dad. That was Skeppy, holding onto someone who had to be Sam. His other dad was taller than that. That means that the last one, the borrower who’d passed out when Sapnap had swallowed Quackity was…

Sapnap felt his breath speed up. He quickly set Quackity down on the desk as he clutched a hand to his chest and his vision started to blur. “Sap?” Dream questioned, hands hovering around him in concern, “Sapnap are you ok??” “That’s…Those are…” He couldn’t get the words out. Fuck. No, fuck, god no, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go, they weren’t supposed to know, they weren’t supposed to ever see him again but now they knew everything.

They knew he was a monster.

“…those are our dads.” Quackity whispered, barely audible as dreams eyes widened. “The one crying is my dad, the other two are Sapnap’s.”

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hadleymc · 2 years

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[College AU]

There are two types of roommates

Calm and Chaos!!

#myct #dream #dream fanart #mcyt dream #george not found #george not found fanart #mcyt george #wilbur fanart #mcyt wilbur #technofanart #technoblade #mcyt technoblade #georgebur #meow duo #rivals duo #My art #college au

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definitelynotshouting · 8 months

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(Hunger au) I'm going into ecology and it's fascinating looking at your au's ecosystem, especially since this doesn't necessarily seem driven by natural selection and instead by just. The universe creating what it needs, with a purpose in mind. That's so different from our world that it's fascinating to think about the implications. Rather than existing to take advantage of and respond to resources and selective pressures, theyre basically creating said resources/pressures. The watchers are having to manually adapt to survive after a bottleneck effect, which to be fair even if there was natural selection they'd probably have to cuz adaptation takes a looong time in species with long reproductive cycles. Do they have a genome? Or are they just being arbiters of mutation themselves (by that i mean theres no genome so theyre changing their species themselves since theres nothing to mutate)? Do offspring inherit traits? What does this mean for natural selection (cuz like. If they survive differently depending on how their traits match up to the environment and selective pressures there is)? With the seekers gone are expected to have a population rebound barring any other selective pressures/fitness independent factors on their population? Their reproductive strategy seemingly aligns with the low pressure they're facing... I read a paper to understand this and it's really cool:

(From https://www.nature.com/articles/s41598-019-42562-7)

They seem to be an r-selected species and invest a lot in their offspring, but they just naturally have low infant survival rates. This is the sort of species that does not do well in the long run so that adds urgency to their efforts to edit themselves.

All this to say that I'm rotating the concept of an ecological system that has one of ecology's core tenants (evolution) heavily altered/removed. Tis fascinating.

between you and chem anon im going to have a heart attack over sciency people looking at my silly au /lh

I really did want to go like vastly different from how our world works since this is such a video game setting-- it was really fun to noodle about what a universe made out of code instead of DNA would look like!!! and having the universe be quasi-sentient, affected by a form of evolution itself as well (thank you julien gough for the universe evolution theory that i have wholeheartedly adopted into my worldview).... idk its led to some very interesting worldbuilding for sure 😂😂😂

Watchers-- or any entity in this universe, actually-- dont really have a genome like we'd understand it. Instead, theyre made up of code and code blocks, which i guess would sorta mimic that to a certain degree, but its more tipped in favour of computer programming than biology. The whole au sorta just wholesale marries the two together, along with physics and chemistry (i am currently percolating on how crafting works in this au rn and my current idea involves the concept of the crafting table acting somewhat like a catalyst, which. okay dont take that as gospel yet i havent fully cooked on that one) etc etc etc.

But the Watchers did intentionally change their coding to help defend against the Seekers when they were being hunted into extinction!!! Watchers already had a natural affinity for deep coding, so while it took a lot of effort and caused a lot of damage to themselves, they managed to rapidly change their code structure (aka this universe's version of genetic makeup) to get better at, well. Watching. Seeing the Seekers coming far enough in advance to run before they got there became their primary defense against getting voraciously hunted, and by the end of it the Seekers starved out and went extinct bc they'd gotten so adept at avoiding them.

Offspring is interesting because in my mind at their base level (so genetically/code structurally speaking), Watchers are identical clones of each other. They reproduce asexually-- think uhhh mourning geckos and some species of aphids, which reproduce via parthenogenesis. So yes, in a sense they do inherit traits, but its in a direct line from the parent as a genetic copy. Their memory codes and surface code layers are what differentiate themselves from each other

Reading this chart is so interesting.... i'd say you're right in that Watchers would be considered an r-selected species!! I think if they werent like. Essentially made out of tissue paper thats constantly getting damaged and having to be repaired, they would be able to bounce back to the point of population rebound for sure. The problem with that though is there are only about 40 Watchers left-- thats how bad and out of control the situation got. And since they have such a long reproductive cycle, and such a high infant mortality rate, and their experiment with Grian went so wrong, AND the universe formed Listeners to replace them via direct competition (Watchers cant feed from Listener-infected Players!!), they are unfortunately headed right for extinction too.

Hopefully this makes a modicum of sense and isnt just me totally talking out of my ass wkdnjedjkejdke but i hope this answered most of your questions!!! Im really glad you like the direction ive taken this, its a lot of fun to conceptualize a world that works on different rules than our own :]

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #evo watchers #minecraft worldbuilding #mcyt #long post #i need u to understand how insanely intimidating it is to have ppl who actually study this stuff eyeballing it AKDNAKDJKSKS /LH #I NEVER WENT TO COLLEGE!!! IM OPERATING ON A HIGH SCHOOL LEVEL EDUCATION HERE!!!!!#i just also supplement it with a metric fuckton of research and bullying my brain into understanding hyperspecific terms #me reading these incredibly dry papers like i WILL force myself to get it. gun to my FUCKING head #😂😂😂😂😂😂😂#txt

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thechanglingchronicles · 10 months

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Modern day pearleo

I’ve been writing them in my fic (pinned to my blog)

If you’ve been reading it, the scene is them kissing at the party a year ago.

Some stuff about them that may or may not come up:

Pearl: she/her, bisexual. oldest sibling, Grian and Jimmy are around the same age as they have different moms. She’s been dating Impulse and Gem for a while, they all live in an apartment together. Scar and her are really close as they go to all their classes together because their both art majors. She’s been hanging out with the same people her whole life, the only person from her childhood she doesn’t really hangout with anymore is Bigb. They kinda just grew apart, but they miss each other.

Cleo: they/she, queer. Foster kid their whole life, at least they have cheap schooling. Her best friends are Joe and Bdubs, they love to drag Cleo to parties and into their drama. Cleo always finds themselves being the mom friend and being the common sense for the people around them. They are a film major and are planning on being a director. She’s been stalking Pearl on Instagram and is really happy they get a second chance to talk to Pearl.

Also I actually drew a background???

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lacystar · 1 year

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there is an apartment somewhere. and there are 3 people who live inside but rarely at the same time.

technically 4-- George doesn't pay rent though and stays on the couch. its supposed to be a "temporary solution" but he just sleeps the days away or plays video games or watches tv but nobody really has the heart to kick him out.

its not very fancy or anything bc well half of them are in school and don't make a lot of money. there are some custom pieces of furniture from their friend foolish who's a builder of many trades and gave them side tables as housewarming gifts. there are cute posters of cartoons on the wall (from Karl) mixed with dumb anime (from sapnap) and unflattering pictures of them and their friends and family guy memes (from George and quackity alike). the furniture is passed down, thrifted, dumpster-dived and completely mismatches and there is an air mattress on the ground of the bedroom without a frame-- theyre trying to get a proper mattress by Christmas . its usually dirty with unwashed dishes and sheets used as curtains and empty cans over the floor but its home.

karl is finishing his last year of college for journalism with a minor in history. he wants to own a library or bookstore someday. most of the crammed books in the apartment are his, and even fewer have been read. he likes to buy novels and not read them. he wants to seem like he reads. he wants to do a lot of things. Between classes he sits at the college library desk for 7 hours and does nothing since students don't know how to use the library, and gets his minimum wage.

the books that aren't Karls are law books and they're quackity's, and they /are/ read and thoroughly dog eared and tabbed and written in. q is a law student and a dedicated one at that. disciplined mentally but not emotionally. he's either silent and focused and pissed off or laughing. he will become a lawyer some day and will buy Karl his library, and they'll own a second home in Vegas for vacationing.

sapnap wakes up earlier than he'd like to goes to the gym for hours. he isn't in college. he likes to protect people and he likes to fight. he doesn't want to go into the military or the police force because that sounds dumb and like hell, and it's too late for a sports scholarship. he's not sure what he wants to do with his life yet, but he wants to stay with Karl and quackity and maybe even George. he works out, breaks at the nearby subway for a disappointing lunch, then goes back and works as a hired personal trainer and gets flirted with a lot. he flirts back but only to get paid more. He does other odd-labor jobs for cash when he can. and when he's not there, he's the homebody motivating George to do anything and doing the dishes when it gets to be too much and forcing himself to make the bed for them and cooking and cooking and COOKING which he doesn't mind because he's good at that. he'd become a chef but he doesn't want to cook for random people-- only for his family.

quackitys classes take him deep into the evening- studying takes him longer into the night (he can't study in the apartment-- too many distractions and too many arguments about distractions). Karl goes to classes too, and then work, but then shops around and spends all the money he just earned on whatever sparkly thing catches his eye, he doesn't come back until sunset. sapnap is up and out the earliest, but back around 3 to meal prep. they miss each other most of the day and Karl comes back ready to chatter and eat and doesn't see how poorly George is doing because sapnap's convinced him to get dressed right before Karl comes home, and Karl shows off all the new things he's bought and sapnap smiles and nods and tries not to think about rent coming up. and they eat in front of the tv and Karl stays up way too late because he's put off homework while sapnap sets aside a portion of dinner for quackity because he knows he won't be back until after everyone else is asleep. and quackity comes back around 12 AM exhausted and Karl, who's about to go to bed after finally forcing himself through a paper, asks him how his day was and offers to keep him company while he eats, and quackity says for him to go to bed-- he's already not gonna get enough sleep before class at this rate-- and Karl promises him he'll drink a monster and that he's fine. and Karl snacks and they have a second dinner, quiet while George sleeps on the couch (not that they'd wake them if they shouted, though, to be honest). and then either Karl or q will nod off at the table and the other will usher them to bed, depending on the night. and then for a few hours the house will be empty until sap nap's up early enough to prepare everyone breakfast before he leaves for the gym again.

and there are weekends where they laugh and stay up all night and play games and watch movies and invite Tina from a few units down over to chill with them and they have fun and it isn't until Sunday that they start to Dread again. the monotony of not knowing when the future will finally decide to happen.

but for a few hours each night on their shitty airmatress and covered in blankets, they all get to be together every day, asleep on sapnaps chest, hand in Karl's hair, lips against quackity's cold fingers. because no matter what happens, the future will always always be each other. and thats enough

#/rp #so the karlnapityisms came out of a 4 month dormancy to floor me again #I think it was the wedding today ahahah dies #anyways this was gonna be a short 'cute domestic college au' post but now you have this #idk if karlnapityblr is alive enough to bother reading all this but erm well this is for me so #ha #dream smp #mcyt #karlnapity #karl jacobs #sapnap #quackity #tinakitten #georgenotfound #college au #long post

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pom-hello · 7 months

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at the end of every september

Beta-read by the lovely and incomparable @myriad-of-things! Go check out their fics :)

Summary (excerpt included below):

In March, George falls in love, drenched in flinty sunlight and clear, cold air; in the waned warmth at the end of September, he tries to come to terms with it.

It’s not something he can do alone, he finds, especially when his head is aching, he can’t get warm no matter what he does, and he just needs someone there.

Link: AO3

Status: 1/1 chapter up; complete

Pairings/characters: DreamNotFound

Word count: 6504 (lol that's more than 10 Common Apps)

Genre and rating: Romance, hurt/comfort, angst

Excerpt:

“Hello? Hey, George, you okay?” Dream’s voice is quiet; speakerphone is off. Even so, George feels a pang at the concern in his voice, laid out so plainly. So honestly.

George swallows hard and holds the phone up to his ear. Something nameless swims in the pit of his stomach, and it’s making his hands shake. Drying up the words on his tongue.

“Yeah,” he finally manages. “I…”

“Hold on, you don’t sound okay. Are you sick?” Dream asks. There is something like the sound of wind in the background, beneath his words.

“Think I’m”—he clears his throat violently—“coming down with something.” A pause. “You…shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t? Shouldn’t what?”

“Shouldn’t come here. Shouldn’t be here.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Don’t wanna give it to you.”

Silence on the other end of the line. Then Dream laughs lightly.

“I don’t care about that,” he says, like it is a foregone conclusion. “You know my immune system is stacked. I haven’t been sick since high school.”

“It’s too far,” George protests weakly. “Too much trouble.”

More of that light laugh. “Too much trouble? Not for you. Never for you. George, do you want me to be there?”

#mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #mcytumblr #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dreamnotfound #dnf #dnf fanfic #dnf fluff #college au #sickfic

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gay4azi · 1 month

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hey, do you like charlie slimecicle?

do you like american road trips?

do you like ao3?

if you said yes to any of these things, then my fic is for you!

i present, the gender neutral reader and slimecicle on a road trip durning college: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55520335/chapters/140899429#kudos

#slimecicle #charlie slimecicle #mcyt #ao3 fanfic #x reader #slimecicle is pookie #road trip au #college au #fluff

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kailjoi · 2 years

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new dream ref for the college au!! i'm back on it, babeyy

#dream team #dreamwastaken #dream fanart #dreamwastaken fanart #mc dream #mcyt #minecraft youtubers #mcyt college au #.mine #my.art #m.mcyt #m.dt #c.dream

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londonisacountry · 9 months

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Rushing~ dream x reader

Art: quinnsreverie (pintrest)

Summary: college au, Y/N typically stays in their dorm and studies, but not tonight. Will playing truth or dare with their friends spice things up?

Word Count: 1233

Tags: college au, drinking, provacative language

Note: "Adei" is pronounced like "Addi"

Please enjoy! ‐>

Your Pov

"I can't believe you dragged me to this stupid party, I mean, come one. Me, at a party? Adeline, are you crazy?!" I whispered to my best friend. She convinced me to go out with her tonight because the guy she likes is supposed to be here. I am a sophomore at the University of Orlando in Florida and have managed to skip every party since school started. I don't drink, and since I may or may not have overwhelmed myself with classes this year, partying isn't a priority for me. We walk inside and are immediately assaulted by the smell of sweat, alcohol, and pot. I scrunch my nose and Adei leads me through the house into the living room.

"Adei! You managed to get the home body outside, what a miracle!" Levi yelled, waving us over.

"Yeah yeah Levi, I only came to be the two of you's wingman because without me neither of you would get as much dick as you do." I tease. Levi throws his hands over his heart as if he was hurt.

"Don't listen to him," Jared interrupted, "we were all about to play truth or dare, you two should join us." he offered. Adei nodded and Jared led us further in the room to where a group of people were sitting in a circle. My breath caught in my throat when I saw who was sitting there: Dream. He is a year ahead of Adei and I in school, and I have had a crush on him since I started here. Trying to keep my cool, I sat down between Aedi and Levi. Levi and Dream are in most of the same classes, so they are pretty good friends.

"Levi, glad you could make it man." Dream greeted, leaning across the circle and dapping him up. He then turned to me,

"Y/n." he said, making eye contact with me before sitting back down.

"Alri-hi-hight!"Sapnap, Dream's friend, yelled, getting everyone's attention. "Who wants to go first?"

Some blond girl volunteered, and I wasn't asked until it was Sapnap's turn.

"Truth or dare y/n?" He smirked. I felt slightly panicky, but managed to answer,

"Truth."

"Are you single?" He had to ask.

"Yes I am."

"Why?"

"Hey," I scolded, "you only get one question."

"Fine. George it's your turn."

George took his turn, and after a few people went, It was my turn. I dared Levi to go kiss someone. We went around the circle again, but this time I was asked a few times. I was dared to take my shoes off, and then dared to hold toes with George for a round. Then, Dream asked me,

"Truth or dare y/n?" My name sounds so amazing coming from his lips.

"Truth." I gulped, starting to feel flustered.

"Why are you single?"

"I um, I was rushing. I met the wrong person." I replied, looking at my lap, twirling my thumbs. Thankfully it was dark in the room, I know my face is beet red.

After a few more rounds Levi was shirtless, George swapped shoes with Adeline, and most of the people had stopped playing. It was Me, Adei, Levi, Dream, Sapnap, and George left.

"Truth or dare Levi?" Adei said.

"Truth."

"Out of everyone playing who do you think is the best kisser here?"

Dream Pov

"Out of everyone playing who do you think is the best kisser here?" Adei asked.

"Probably Dream. He looks like he has experience." I smirked when I heard a bunch of 'oohs' from the group, but underneath them all, I heard a whisper

"I would test that." I followed the voice only to find it came from y/n's lips, this made me smirk even more. Next it was y/n's turn.

Your Pov

"George, truth or dare?" I asked.

"Truth."

"Why are you single?"

"The girl I like is gay." he deadpanned, my heart twanged for him. Everyone went around, until it was Dream's turn.

"Y/n." He paused, almost as if he was unsure of himself, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Out of everyone here, who would you consider to be the right person?"

I froze. There is no way I can answer that. Just as I was about to answer, Adei spoke up;

"Actually Dream, thanks for the invite, but I think we are done for the night." She said, giving him a 'so fake you don't know its fake' smile. She stood up, helped me off the floor, and headed towards the exit. Once we got out of sight she pulled me into a hallway;

"I have to use the bathroom before we leave, stay here." she said, disappearing into one of the many doors in the hallway. I leaned up against the wall, taking my phone out of my pocket. Before I even unlocked it I felt someone brush against my shoulder, leaning against the wall next to me. I looked over, and to my surprise, Dream was standing there.

"What happened to your shirt?"

"Your friend Levi dared me to take it off as soon as you left."

"Okay, why'd you leave?"

"Irrelevant." He said, adjusting himself so that he was in front of me. He put one hand beside my head, and used the other to tilt my chin up to look at him.

"Did you really mean what you said?" he whispered, his voice quiet, barely loud enough for me to hear. I felt my face flush and tried to look down, but his hand held my face firm. He backed up slightly before continuing;

"Did you mean it when you said you want to kiss me?" his gaze pierced right through me, and before I could answer, Adeline came back.

"If you mean it meet me by the oak outside the Fictional Writing building at one." he said, before hurrying away.

I was just catching my breath when Adei met back with me, "Hey, are you ready?" she asked, I just nodded. Neither of us had drank so she drove us home. When we got there it was just past midnight. Adei and I got ready for bed, and before I knew it I had 15 minutes to get to the tree after Adei had fallen asleep. I hurry and put some shoes on and rushed down stairs and to the walkway. I walk across campus and make it at 1:02, when I see Dream start to walk away.

"Dream!" I whisper yell, chasing after him. He turns around and I can see the smile on his face.

"Y/n." he grinned.

"You really need to stop saying that." I chuckle.

"What ? It's just your name."

"Well if you keep saying it like that I might actually kiss you."

At this he grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips, planting a kiss on my knuckles before hesitating. "Did you walk all the way here?" he paused, looking down at me. I just nodded my head.

"You should really be more responsible y/n, you could catch a cold." he scolded, sliding the jacket he was wearing off his broad shoulders, putting it around mine, and taking my hands in his. He could hold my hand in the entirety of his.

"I'm fine, really. It's not that cold." I protest.

"Y/n, you are shivering, besides how would you know if I was a good kisser if when I kiss you your lips are numb?" he teased.

"Well we could always try it..." I mumbled.

"Well now sweetheart, don't get to far ahead of yourself. At least let me take you on a real date first."

"Why me?"

"It's simple sweetheart, I like you."

#dsmp #fanfic #college au #dreamwastaken #dream #mcyt fanfic #creative writing #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #fluff #lovers #love #mcyt x reader #x reader #oneshot #dsmp imagines

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