i wish 😭 but unfortunately it’s still there…
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Listening to the new basement yard episode and picturing an MC that tries to stump Zayne like that 😭 just being a menace
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I need a card trading update in lads bro what is the point of the friend feature I can’t talk to them
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It’s your birthday and yet you’re also giving me gifts.
I know we mourn the lost of cake customization. But this cake is still very pretty.
Please let us make plushies of ourselves so we can display them next to the boys. It would be so cute.
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Radio host: Y'all remember this? Yeah, a scene came to mind
Word count: -100
Tags: gn!reader; angst; verbal argument; insults being thrown around; reader is a jerk, out of fear and desperation, but a jerk nonetheless;
“I just want to help!”
“Well you’re not!” You exploded, pushing away from her as your vision blurred at the edges, “You’re not helping! Actually, you’re making it fucking worse! Will that be enough to get you to fuck off and leave me alone?” Your chest heaved as your breath quickened and anger pumped warm adrenaline all over your body.
“You know what, let me frame it this way for you, since you wanna help, oh, so fucking badly. You want to help? You want to make it better?” You didn’t wait for her to nod, to answer. It wasn’t like you could see her anyways, the tsunami of emotions that invaded you kept you blind to the tremble of her lip, the wetness of her eyes, “Stay the fuck away from me. That is what would help me. If you just stopped being so pushy and suffocating and left me the fuck alone– have you considered how annoying that is?"– you took a step forward, no longer a cornered prey but a prowling hunter as the anger spilled. With no more space for it to be contained in your body, it spilled and spilled and spilled– "To have someone hover around you? Asking questions all the fucking time and pestering you to no fucking end? How vexing it is to want some fucking peace and not get even a moment of respite ‘cause a bitch just can’t catch a fucking hint no matter how big of a billboard sign it is?”
The room quieted, stilled, but you carried on, “You keep pushing and pushing and pushing. Flying around me like a pesky little fucking fly, no matter how hard I shove or how much I insult you. Is it a masochist thing? Why can’t you understand that I want nothing to do with you, huh?!”
