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maggots wonderland/ angriest comment section fanfic, lunar runs a little café where people are allowed to have little arguments to get posted on YouTube to get clout, partly why the café is so popular. after all, who doesn't love clout? Brooklyn visits the café purely for the food, and gets endlessly confused by the fights.

When some random guy with blonde hair and an edgy ass scar walks into class and says he's the new co-form for Class 4E, damn. Zak "Skeppy" Skepson, didn't take that too well. He turns out to actually be new the co form for this class, Luke Castellan. Somewhere along the way, they begin to trust each other, and not throw files at each other while screaming Hamilton lyrics. Does Skeppy actually give in and just accept the fact that he's in lo- I mean, accept the fact that he's got an irritating co form? And about Luke.. You think he's actually harbouring a secret that uh he's in lo- not really a secret. That he's an ex-mafia member? • Note: when i say skeppy/zak or any other mcyt, i'm talking about their dream smp character. Though, it is easy to get it confused. Please do not ship real people unless they've given the go signal, and even then, DONT SEXUALISE/BABY THEM HOLY SHIT.

"Who truly...am I?" "...That I don't know." Illness stricken covid19 patient (reader) gets taken care of by a friendly doctor, Kirisaki Shidou, who seems distant, yet familiar. Despite wanting to know more, (reader) can't even get out of their bed. (Massive L, i say.) (Reader) desperately wants to know more about the mysterious doctor, however, it feels as if all their meetings were from behind a glass wall. Somehow, it feels as if (reader) is missing something. And they will stop at no bounds to interact with the doctor and have their well deserved memories back. (Advertisement brought to you by tarts! join the milgram amino 𝕟𝕠𝕨)

"Can I have 3 large bubble teas?" He said. "Sure!" You replied, not knowing that you two would potentially fall in love. And meet each other every day from that day onwards. As the star working of the biggest bubble tea joint, you're exhausted. Everyone calls on you, but your manager doesn't even pay you enough money and its driving you nuts. Until one day, a boy with brown hair and a charming smile pulls up to your bubble tea shop, clearly overworked, started by asking for 3 large cups of bubble tea, and starts coming back every day, giving you more of a tip each time. Do you feel the same way he does? The same exhaustion of just doing work for 34 hours straight and being paid minimum wage? Or is the fuzzy feeling you two share... love? jkjk ... unless? ☆ This sounds like a school project now... tarts. you're getting carried away. for you, you know who ya are;) . i tookt ime out of my day that couldve been for homework for you. be thankful. im thankful too tho, bc this made me explore. i guess. also, longer than oneshot