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lionhanie · 10 months ago

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boynextdoor playing minecraft! (ot6 hc)

what happens when boynextdoor starts a minecraft server?

word count: 1.2k i think

genre + warnings: crack LOL, cursing, written in lowercase, typos

a/n: this is so stupid LMAO. (i was playing mc earlier whos gonna match my freak)

reblogs ↺ + feedback always appreciated!

featuring… sungho as numberonecatdad! riwoo as LeeSanghyeok! (he didn’t know he was making his username when he made the account. literal full government name out there) jaehyun as myungj4e! taesan as GiantMountain! leehan as 212121_! woonhak as xxBlockBeastxx2006! (he made it in 4th grade. says he keeps the name for the nostalgia he doesnt know how to change it)

→ Join Server?

☆ sungho: the builder

i feel like sungho wouldn’t really be interested in playing mc “seriously” but BOYYYY get him into creative and he’s locking the hell in. ik he does NOT play when it comes to building The Ultimate Spruce Wood Base

he got sick of seeing jaehyun build dirt huts as shelter in their worlds so he took on the role of being the MAIN BUILDER… main vocal? yeah. main builder is his TRUE calling. but i genuinely think he’d be good at it LOL his attention to detail is insane

making entire mansions in survival except he doesn’t even collect the blocks himself. he just waits til people come home with them and he steals them for his builds

In the chat… numberonecatdad: who made this farm by my house 212121_: me and riwoo 212121_: y???? numberonecatdad: … LeeSanghyeok: wjats wrong with it :( numberonecatdad: it’s … so bad LeeSanghyeok: it took us 2 hrs to make btw 212121_: okay but it works numberonecatdad: HALF THE CROPS ARE TRAMPLED numberonecatdad: stay away. leave this to me

the next day its a full fledged farm. windmill in the background. beautiful fields of potatoes and wheat surrounded by a pretty fence. flowers adorning the whole thing. true masterpiece

☆ riwoo: the noob

i think he’s not really the type to play games like mc. like give him tiny tower or something and he’s at like 400 floors.. neko atsume? he got all the cats unlocked. but MINECRAFT? idk i feel like he’s just 🙂 when he plays bc he has no idea what’s going on

everyone will be off adventuring on their own.. minding their business.. and then there's a death message in the chat saying riwoo died to something so incredibly random. everyone is just like ??? bc wdym you died to a berry bush

the members think its so cute how he’s just… there for the ride! but they can’t help but mess around with riwoo because he is truly lost & blindly trusts everything they tell him bc he doesn’t know any better

In the chat… 212121_: riwoo stand right there LeeSanghyeok: why 212121_: ima show u a cool easter egg LeeSanghyeok: okie ^_^ LeeSanghyeok was squashed by a falling anvil. LeeSanghyeok: wat was the easter egg LeeSanghyeok: i dont get it xxBlockBeastxx2006: LKSJKJFHKJSnfd;sf GiantMountain: oh riwoo GiantMountain: if u left click u can pet the bees and they heal u LeeSanghyeok: rlly? thats cool i wanna try myungj4e: DONT DO IT LeeSanghyeok was stung to death. numberonecatdad: leave that poor boy ALONE

after that, riwoo learns to be cautious of the maknae line.... he just stays with sungho collecting flowers for his builds or lighting up the caves jaehyun explores and running from the mobs :,)

☆ jaehyun: the miner

jaehyun is definitely the type to go straight to mining when you start up a new world. the second everyone sees "myungj4e has just earned the achievement [Acquire Hardware]" they KNOW he's clocking into his full time job in the mines bye

it’s 30 mins in and he has half a set of diamond armor to his name and they’re like ?? bro we just started can you be fr rn… if any of the members ask for materials he won’t do it unless he’s getting something out of it (don’t tell anyone but he made riwoo a set of diamond tools when everyone is still using iron 😍 true romance i think)

lowkey everyone is convinced he has x-ray installed or something bc of how good he is at mining

In the chat… numberonecatdad: can i get three diamonds for a new pickaxe myungj4e: lmao NO myungj4e: wat do i get in return numberonecatdad: how do you live in a dirt shack and have diamond armor GiantMountain: embarrassing.... myungj4e: okay making fun of the less fortunate now??? numberonecatdad: ill build u a house if u give me diamonds myungj4e: k fine xxBlockBeastxx2006: OH BUT WHEN I ASK FOR DIAMONDS I DONT GET ANY

at the end of the day tho... he's lowkey a blessing bc if he's feeling nice enough he will hook u up with ANYTHING u need. the boys are spoiled w the way jae's chests are FULL of iron whenever they need it

☆ taesan: the fighter

unironically i think taesan would just be . oddly good at pvp. it’s like one of his random talents LOOOL "good at mc pvp" on his resume LOUD AND PROUD

like you load up into bedwars or something and he’s wiping out teams before you can even get yourself a proper set of armor. its lowkey attractive idk

in your survival world, he’s always instigating fights with the other members in hopes that they’ll want to fight. literally no one can kill him. he can probably 1v5 and still win

In the chat... myungj4e: WHO TOOK THE DIAMONDS FROM MY CHEST WHILE I WAS OFFLINE LeeSanghyeok: it was taesan GiantMountain: …what are u gonna do about it bro. huh. they’re mine now. myungj4e: bro that was like a full stack. it took me like 3 hours to get them. where the hell are you GiantMountain: why? you wanna fight for it? GiantMountain: whoever wins keeps the diamonds xxBlockBeastxx2006: oh ur cooked hyung myungj4e: OK DEAL myungj4e was slain by GiantMountain using Diamond Sword.

the way u can hear jaehyun RAGE through the dorm walls brings a smile to taesan's face bc he KNOWS he stays undefeated when it comes to pvp

☆ leehan: the troll

i think he’s similar to riwoo in the sense that he doesn’t rlly know whats going on but once they start their server you know DAMN well he’s looking up Top 15 BEST Ways To ANNOY Your FRIENDS in Minecraft! on youtube.,.. fucking loser (hearts in my eyes as i write this)

they’re usually harmless ones, like filling up jaehyun's chests with junk or renaming sungho's cat to something stupid like “Poopy Fart” or moving all of woonhak's cows from their pen

but ohh… if you piss him awf BADDD i think he would do some DIABOLICAL damage to the world. like imagine taesan is Also Trolling and he kills leehan before taking all of his stuff and running away into the distance. things would be quiet… too quiet…. until next thing u kno theres a whole trap waiting for taesan the second he walks into his house

In the chat… 212121_: taesan do u still have my fishing rod GiantMountain: ye lol 212121_: can i have it back GiantMountain: LMAO GiantMountain: no 212121_: i think theres a creeper in ur house GiantMountain: WHAT GiantMountain was killed by magic while trying to escape 212121_. numberonecatdad: LOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLL GiantMountain: when the hell did you set that up 212121_: >:)

OKAY YES he spent 46 minutes following a tutorial on how to set up a death chamber full of the WORST potion effects ever ... but it worked so he's sitting at his monitor feelijng like an evil mastermind

☆ woonhak: the sweat

he is like the only one i imagined actually PLAYED minecraft growing up. he unironically enjoys watching minecraft streams too LMAO much like jaehyun, i think woonhak goes straight to mining in survival. except rather than /just/ mining, he’s literally trying to beat the game

he's usually off on his own doing something but ngl .. i bet he's a backseat gamer when he see's someone doing smth wrong. let's say he's out exploring w riwoo and he's falling SO FAR BEHIND he doesn't know how to sprint he will literally walk into his room to show him how to run

bro probably watched Ender Dragon Speedruns growing up idk i feel like he’s determined to beat the world record (he won’t, but he will definitely try)

In the chat... xxBlockBeastxx2006 has just earned the achievement [The End?] numberonecatdad: ? 212121_: ?? 212121_: is that what i think it is myungj4e: ../?//???? ? ??? LeeSanghyeok: wat is that LeeSanghyeok: whys the achievement purple GiantMountain: r u fr rn 212121z: LMAO tryhard alert... xxBlockBeastxx2006: yooo chill we can always respawn it dw myungj4e: HOW DARE U KILL THE ENDERDRAGON WITHOUT US myungj4e: UR FAKE AS HELL xxBlockBeastxx2006 has been banned from the server by myungj4e

woonhak doesn't talk to jaehyun for the rest of the night (he's unbanned the next day, but they force him to restart so he isn't absolutely STACKED)

taglist: @onedoornet @dongminz (ty saki for supporting me with my bonedo mc thoughts LMFAO) @gluion @icyminghao

#ᯓᡣ𐭩 my writing #onedoornet #boynextdoor #bnd #bonedo #boynextdoor hc #boynextdoor crack #sungho #riwoo #jaehyun #taesan #leehan #woonhak #minecraft #boynextdoor writing #kpop writing #kpop crack #boynextdoor headcanons #kpop headcanons

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parfaitblogs · 5 months ago

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lia how do you think spencer would react to you kissing other guys while hes pinning HARD over you. im so sick of reading about him kissing other girls !!!!!!! i want to see him watching you kissing other guys !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! is this too much to ask for !!!!????

MY GODDDDD Normal girl about this of course but also not really. this got long. Oops?

if we’re honest i don’t think he would really clock that he’s got feelings for you until he does start feeling jealous about it?? if that makes sense. but he would not act on anything… avoidant jealous spencer my beloved angel…

he’d probably feel ridiculous for feeling jealous because wdym he has feelings for you… lmfaooo that’s soo silly why would he have feelings for you. you’re his friend he’s not supposed to have feelings for friends we all know how that turned out last time (Cough jj Cough).

as i said avoidant jealous spencer my beloved. so yesss that manifests in both him avoiding his feelings but also avoiding YOU. at all cost. and you’d be very confused why your good (or best) friend spencer reid is suddenly very withdrawn and not talking to you at all.

bff spencer reid and you would have some form of weekly tradition, especially if the two of you don’t work together just so you have a set time to see each other weekly (put in place by him — is he seriously stupid enough to not know he liked you… goodness me…), so he can’t really avoid you come that weekly tradition, and you know it’s your time to properly figure out why he’s avoiding you.

at which you’ve successfully deduced the timeline matches up to when he saw you kissing another guy, and alongside subtle gestures over the months, you have to wonder if spencer does like you. but you’re not about to straight up ask him that, so instead you ask him indirectly with a lot of strangely worded questions to coax it out of him.

and yess he slips that he didn’t like you kissing that other guy, but he knows it’s stupid to feel that way and it’s not his place to. and happy spencer reid boyfriend era to all because he would find out that kiss didn’t mean anything to you and you also really like him.

#asks 🦌#headcanons #spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader

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miss-choco-chips · 7 months ago

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One of my favourite bits of yuuram canon, that I didn't know existed until I listened to the official CD drama recordings, is when Wolfram casually, shamelessly, with his whole chest admits that he has people tailing Yuuri at all times and reporting to him. 24/7 all around the clock spies just following the King and running to Wolfram immediately when there's tea to spill. Like, this boy made stalking a thing before the concept even existed in their world.

And when Yuuri asks just how is he paying these mysterious people to spy and snitch on their king, Wolfram is like "wdym pay, I just smile at them and they tell me anything I want to know?? Should I have been paying them actual money??". Pretty privilege at its strongest.

And then Yuuri is like "no, no, I understand why they do it, I see the vision. You don't need to pay them, they are already getting plenty out of this" and he just accepts the fact that there's no way he's convincing this shadow people to stop stalking him, because if a Wolfram Smile is on the line, he completely gets why they'd risk treason for it.

#kyo kara maou #yuuri shibuya #wolfram von bielefeld #Beautiful Wolfram #he invented pretty privilege #and Yuuri just accepts it like its a force of nature #like there are hurricanes thunserstorms and then Wolfram's smiles #kyou kara maou #kyo kara maoh

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ewmily · 17 hours ago

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kiss me when you’re sober.

negan smith x fem!reader

word count. 5.9k

summary. feelings slip to the surface and shenanigans ensue when negan’s had one too many drinks.

notes. college!roommates!au (no apocalypse), idiots in love, mentions of alcohol, silly drunken behaviour, soft!negan (no bc he’s actually so pookie wdym), fluff ‘n banter, love confessions

gif by pedrospascaled & divider by enchanthings

A heavy irritation settled in your chest, a sensation that gnawed at you with every growing moment. You briefly clenched your hands into fists over the steering wheel before releasing them, trying to keep your muscles awake, but you could still feel your body thick with the thought of sleep, the bleariness etched onto your eyes.

Darkness enveloped your surroundings, save for the glow of traffic lights and a few open windows of shophouses, along with rows of street lamps illuminating the sidewalks. The asphalt road stretched before you, the car’s headlights paving the way towards the campus. The roads were occupied with minimal activity at this ungodly hour, and the full moon gleaming above acted as your only companion throughout the drive.

You let out a grumble once more, allowing it to fill the silence of the vehicle.

The week had been particularly grueling—consecutive, hour-long lectures that drained the energy out of you as assignments only piled up one after another, contributing to the never-ending workload. Not to mention, you had started extending your shifts at work in an effort to keep up with the daily expenses, and by the time you had finished, your legs would be aching from standing all day, your head throbbing faintly from having to deal with the various personalities of customers.

So when Friday rolled around, the weight of your accumulated exhaustion had come crashing down in full force. Resolved to get a good night’s rest, you had already hit the sheets by 10PM, hoping to start the weekend with a fresh mind.

That was, until the loud vibration of your phone woke you abruptly in the middle of your sleep.

At first, you had only stirred in your bed, shifting away from the nightstand as you tried to ignore the buzzing sound. When it didn’t seem to stop, you grabbed the edges of your pillow, pressing down against your ears. The attempt was futile. The sound was incessant. Eventually, you pried open your weary eyes, a scowl etched onto your features as you begrudgingly rolled over to the other side.

You turned on the lamp, taking a brief moment to adjust to the sudden beam of light. The glaringly red numbers ‘1:12AM’ read on your digital clock. A torrent of anger rippled through your body. Who the fuck would be calling you at this hour?

Beside your clock, your phone continued to drone against the wooden surface, a bright, intrusive glow hovering over the screen. You leaned forward, squinting your eyes. The contact name read ‘Doofus’, the large letters engraved in bold. You let out an almost theatrical groan, slumping back into the bedsheets.

Negan.

You should’ve known. Who else would disrupt you from your sleep? He certainly had a gift of becoming the constant subject of your exasperation, a talent of getting on your nerves, a knack for acting like a complete nuisance of a roommate.

When you had first decided to move out of your college dorm and into a more spacious apartment off-campus, you weren’t expecting the package to come with an obnoxious, loud-mouthed, and overly flirtatious roommate who had thought of the same idea. You only shared one class with Negan, and had seen him a couple of times around campus, but it was mostly word of mouth that cemented your image of him as one of those insufferable frat boys who indulged in extravagant partying nearing the weekends.

And quite frankly, being able to see a domestic side of him—an unpublicised aspect of his character that was only displayed within the confines of your shared apartment—wasn’t even close to dispelling your judgement or changing your unimpressed view of him.

The first few months were the worst. Dishes would pile up in the sink, and heaps of dirty clothes failed to be loaded in the washing machine by the end of the day. You had chewed him out over and over again for not following the chore chart you had created and stuck to the fridge, but he always had the same lame excuse lying around, that it simply “slipped his mind”, but you knew he was just too caught up playing video games with Simon.

There were also the occasional dates he would bring over to spend the night with, which you wouldn’t have minded if your walls weren’t so thin, and if he would just give you a quick heads-up beforehand. It wasn’t a pretty sight stumbling upon a complete stranger using your shower in the morning. And in response to your rightful complaint over the lack of a restful night, he’d only reply with that infuriating smirk of his—

“Can’t help it. Ladies love screaming my name.”

But you supposed these days his presence had grown slightly more tolerable. His intrusive guests were noticeably less frequent, and six out of ten times he would stick to his end of household duties. He still had that annoying habit of drinking straight from the juice carton, though. And despite his irreverent and childish sense of humour, you couldn’t help but find yourself a little amused sometimes, your small conversations enough to elicit a sound somewhere in between a scoff and a short chuckle.

But at this moment, the sentiments you held towards your roommate were completely negative. You didn’t understand why he had to be calling you at this hour, and disturb your precious sleep at that. You knew Negan was always out late on Fridays, but he’d never call while he was attending one of his parties.

A faint spark of curiosity swirled in your irritated mind. With your body still attached to your bed, you extended your arm, grabbing the phone in one sharp, resentful movement.

“What?”

Your tone was clipped. Dryness etched onto the back of your throat.

On the other side of the call, a familiar, aggravating voice instantly prickled your skin. “Heeeey,” Negan drawled. There was a thick, raspy quality to his voice, more prominent than usual. Alcohol’s doing. “Took you long enough.”

Your words came out emphatic and impatient. “What do you want?”

“Can you…” Loud beats of music pulsed in your ear, drowning out his speech entirely. “Pick—”

You begrudgingly sat up, letting out a sharp exhale. “I can’t hear you, dumbass.”

“...Sorry, one sec.”

You huffed out a sigh of exasperation. Your head fell against the bed board, allowing your gaze to wander nowhere in particular around your dimly-lit room. There was a scuffle of movement. You heard his breathing grow ragged, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps against stairs and the loud click of a door. The music became muffled in the background. Then, after what felt like an eternity, his drunken voice stirred once more, his words sounding almost child-like.

“Listen—can you, um, pick me up?”

His request sent a jolt of anger through your body. If you weren’t so weighed down by exhaustion, you might’ve even shot fully awake. Why on earth would you crawl out of bed at this hour just to fetch him? It wasn’t like he hadn’t come home from parties on his own before. The way back to your apartment was still within a walkable distance. Plus, he had said it himself—he could hold his liquor. Or at least, he managed to get into his own bed.

There were a few occasions where you had caught a glimpse of his return, when you were slouched over the coffee table, burning the midnight oil to catch up on your assignments. You’d hear the loud fumble of keys, lasting longer than a beat. The door would push open with more force than necessary. Then, he’d shoot you a heavy-eyed grin, steps slow and unfocused as he stumbled towards his room.

You couldn’t be bothered to wonder why this time was any different.

“No. Walk home yourself. Or call an Uber.”

A snort came through the phone. “Nah—’s past midnight. Prices are fuckin’ stingy.”

“Not my problem,” you retorted, raising your voice to the microphone. “Bye.”

“Wait, don’t—” An edge of panic rushed to his voice. You clicked your tongue, pausing before your thumb could land on the button. Negan whinged through his words, sounding almost comical. “Look—I really don’t want to walk. I can’t. Just drive me back, alright?”

Your tone sharpened immediately. “No. I’m sleeping.”

There was a tinge of disbelief. “Pfft. You sleepin’ that early?”

You rolled your eyes, the teasing edge of his voice only aggravating you further. “I’m fucking tired, Negan. I’m not driving you back.”

“Oh, c’mon,” he slurred. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise. Do whatever y’want.”

You huffed out a dry laugh. “Yeah, right. You won’t even remember having this conversation.” The thought made you pull your eyebrows together. You dragged a hand down your face, slipping out a question. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Well, a lot—I dunno.” Negan chuckled, as if he was found guilty of something.

You only grumbled in response, imperceptible to his ears.

Then, his voice suddenly picked up energy, like the gears of his head were turning despite the intoxication muddling his state. “Actually—the guys spent some sweet cash on booze, ‘n we got this new beer pong table. It’s fuckin’ awesome. ‘S not too late, y’know. Maybe you wanna come over and—”

You cut through his words, curt and irritated. “Don’t want to. G’night.”

And so the call ended just like that. You plopped your phone onto the mattress, quickly turning off the lamp and sinking into the bedsheets. Your cashmere blanket snugly enveloped your body as you settled back into the darkness, allowing your mind to quieten down to the low hum of the air conditioning.

Except your mind wouldn’t quieten down. Easing yourself back to sleep would require some great effort. You simply couldn’t find yourself able to relax, not when a certain someone had so effortlessly worn your patience thin within a span of minutes. You let out a frustrated groan.

You truly didn’t care about the usual debauchery Negan got himself into. You didn’t want to hear about his antics, and you certainly didn’t want to participate in them. The last thing you needed were distractions.

He’d be fine on his own, right?

And yet, something uneasy crept up your skin. It wasn’t outright discomfort or the strongest strong sense of concern—just a dull, misplaced feeling of unease. But it latched onto your thoughts, and with each moment that passed by slowly, your mind still refusing to succumb to sleep despite your exhaustion, the feeling wouldn’t budge. So you weighed your options.

If something did end up happening to him, who would you split the rent with?

And before you knew it, you were throwing yourself out of bed, slipping out of your sleepwear and into a plain set of clothes, too tired to fully bother about your messy appearance. You grabbed your car keys and stepped out of the apartment.

Which led you to where you were currently, rounding a corner to the frat house.

Even from a distance, a bass pulsed through your ears, permeating the quiet of the night and killing off the much-appreciated silence in your car. The music only grew louder as you rolled to a stop in front of the house, drowning out the shut of the vehicle door as you stepped onto the sidewalk.

You frowned. The building was two-storeys high, large enough to house a few groups of people. You always wondered why Negan couldn’t just live here instead, seeing as he so frequently partook in whatever went on in the place.

A bunch of plastic red cups were haphazardly discarded on the grass. You passed by a few party attendees as you neared the house, some chatting idly among their own circles, while others had their arms slung around one another, stumbling along the pavement with a clumsy gait.

As you approached the porch, neon lights rotated and flashed through the front windows, creating silhouettes that danced on the inner walls. A set of Greek letters stuck above the door, as if only meant to be decrypted by those in the fraternity, though you swore nobody in the house was currently upholding the virtuous motto.

The door appeared unlocked, the cacophony of noise and raging lights all threatening to spill over the tiny gap. You took in a slow, controlled breath, trying to calm the ever-growing impatience that hovered over you like a cloud. Then, your grip tightened around the knob, and you let yourself in.

The overwhelming stench of alcohol and musk assaulted your senses almost immediately, making your nose twitch in repulsion and sending you wide awake. The air felt humid and sticky, the cool breeze that endowed the night suddenly replaced by a thick heat that pressed against your body. You nearly wanted to recoil.

As your eyes were left with no choice but to adjust to the dim corridors, you peered into the nearest room, where a mass was gathered. Bodies pressed against bodies as music blasted in your ears, punctuated by the sound of raucous, drunken cheers.

Your jaw ticked. This was a mistake. Maybe you should’ve just stayed in bed. It was infinitely far better than searching for your troublesome roommate at one in the morning, in a foreign house that stank of sweat and liquor. How the hell were you going to find Negan in all these rooms full of people?

“Woah! Look who decided to join the party.”

Definitely a mistake.

You could barely register the sound of his voice over the speakers, but it was distinct enough to make you scowl instantly. You turned behind, pushing away from the door frame only to meet Simon’s wide grin, although the rest of his features were a blur under the strobing lights. He had his arms opened wide, as if in some grand, dramatic gesture, and his drink sloshed in his cup.

“Did mention it was invite only, though,” he added as an afterthought, though it was loud enough for you to hear. “I guess no one’s keepin’ track anymore. But hey—there’s plenty of room for everyone.”

You exhaled sharply through your nose, folding your arms across your chest. You raised your voice in an attempt to be heard over the music. “I’m not here for your stupid party, Si. Where’s Negan?”

“Ah,” he simply said, casually indifferent to your impatience practically shooting through the roof. He whipped his head back to glance at the room behind, the same revelling scene raging across. His hand moved to scratch the back of his neck. “Well, um—dunno, actually. Got myself a refill, then I came back and just couldn’t find him at all.”

There was a sharp click of your tongue as your gaze darted to the corridors.

Then, his eyebrows raised almost suggestively, and a sudden lilt came forth in his voice. “Why you askin’? What’s the cause for concern?”

“He called me to pick him up,” you stated matter-of-factly, not in the mood to entertain his perpetual habit of teasing. An accusatory tone sliced through the humid air. “You should’ve known better than to leave him on his own. He sounded wasted as fuck.”

Simon only scoffed, raising his hands in defense. “The man can drink as much as he wants. What am I, his mother or somethin’?”

You bit through your words. “No, you’re his best friend.”

He snorted in response, a gleam of amusement in his eyes as the next words rolled from his tongue. “And who are you supposed to be, his girlfriend?”

You glared at the audacity. “You—”

“Chill out, I’m kidding!” He chuckled, reaching to pat the side of your arm, oblivious to the way it made your body tense up all the more. “Though it’s real cute how much you pretend not to care ‘bout him.”

You only scoffed, as if it suddenly seemed more exhausting to fight against Simon’s words than to just let them hang indignantly in the air. Don’t get yourself wrong, though—the notion was ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. Even if a tiny, misplaced, meaningless fraction of concern you had for your roommate somehow managed to get you to where you were.

Tiredness seeped through your voice instead. “Just help me find him, alright?”

“Sure,” Simon replied, returning you a lazy smile. “But let’s get you a drink first. You look like you’re in desperate need of some booze.”

“No th—”

You couldn’t even reply in full before his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you flush against the side of his body as he dragged you into the room he had come from. Your protests fell on deaf ears, muted by the jarring party beat. You squeezed past the crowd, trying to endure the stench punching through the air as the strobing lights seared your vision.

The music dampened as Simon led you to the kitchen, and you were at least relieved to see fewer people crowding around, all talking amongst themselves. The kitchen was incongruously well-lit, almost unsuspecting unlike the rest of the party scene. You pushed away from Simon’s hold, swatting him in the shoulder before he moved around the kitchen island.

He motioned to a row of alcoholic beverages strewn across the counter, shooting you a grin. “So, what’cha fancy? Whiskey? Rum? Vodka?”

“Aspirin,” you muttered under your breath, feeling a headache brewing in the back of your head if you stayed in the house any longer. You began to speak, “Simon, I don’t have time for this. Can you please—”

Without warning, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. Your balance nearly faltered as your back was suddenly pulled against a toned chest. A warmth enveloped you from behind, but it wasn’t the same, intrusive, discomforting body heat that pervaded the air—in fact, it felt almost tolerable. Then, just for a mere second, a set of soft lips pressed against your cheek. Your entire body froze in an instant.

Shit, did he just—

“You came,” Negan slurred, settling himself into the unsolicited embrace, as if you had wordlessly agreed upon this newfound intimacy. His throaty chuckle sent a vibration down your spine. “Oh, I knew y’would.”

You flinched away when you felt his hot breath ghost over the side of your neck, tickling your collarbone. His back immediately found the counter as he leaned on his elbows for support, his head slack on his shoulders. You took a good look at Negan under the steady light. His skin was flushed, the alcohol tinting his cheeks a bright red, and his dark curls were more disheveled than usual. He sported a stupid, close-eyed grin, like he was caught in the middle of a dreamlike state.

You uttered the first two words that came to your mind. “You idiot.”

Something aggravated you just seeing him this disoriented and blur. You moved closer, jabbing a finger at the centre of his chest. “This is gonna cost you laundry duty for the next two weeks.”

Negan peeked his eyes open then. “No,” he murmured, eyebrows pulling together as he dragged a hand over his mouth. “Are you fuckin’ for real? That’s bullshit.” He glanced over the counter, hastily reaching to grab an unattended red Solo cup.

“Enough of that—” You yanked the cup away before he could tilt it to his lips. The contents nearly spilled over as you propped the cup back down hard on the counter. “You said you’d do whatever I want.”

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “Yeah, but I was thinkin’ more of—“

“Doesn’t matter what you think,” you dismissed, letting out a sharp exhale as your words cut through the air like a whip. “Look—we’ll talk about this in the morning. Let’s just go.”

“But y’came all this way. At least stay for a drink.”

“I came all this way to pick your ass up. As requested. Now c’mon.”

Itching to get out of the house, you turned on your heel, moving across the room in quick, measured strides. Unfortunately, you hadn’t made it past the door frame before you got a sense that Negan wasn’t trailing behind, making you stop in your tracks. You looked back, only to find that he had remained stationary in his spot, a hand hovering over his forehead as he rubbed at his temples.

You crossed your arms, features settling into a deadpan expression while your voice carried a mock intonation, as if you already knew the answer to your own question. “Can you walk?”

Negan squeezed his eyes shut. “Yeah. Maybe. Hang on, I just—might need a moment.”

You sighed in resignation, shifting on your feet. Tapping a finger along the side of your arm, you waited for him to get a hold of his balance. Progress seemed to be moving impossibly slow. Then, your gaze drifted to the corners of the kitchen, not missing the fact that Simon had been lingering near the cabinets, like he had been quietly watching a spectacle unfold all along.

He took a long, purposeful sip of his drink, returning your gaze as his eyes glinted with amusement over the rim of his cup. After what felt like forever, he set his drink down, the familiar, teasing edge of his voice carrying across the room. “You lovebirds in a rush to leave so soon?”

You only frowned. “Just help me get him to the car.”

Things moved by in an uneventful fashion, mostly because you wanted it to. You went through the motions, walking ahead of the both of them as you manoeuvred past the noisy partygoers once more, before stepping out of the house, finally managing to get a breath of fresh air. Your mind was only focused on one task—getting home. Once Negan was propped in the front passenger seat, you quickly said your goodbyes to Simon, though you appreciated his effort of having to practically drag Negan to the car. You drove off the campus in silence, letting only the steady hum of the engine softly roar through the vehicle.

Traffic lights haloed the night as you drove onto the main road, street lamps bathing the town buildings in a dim, yellow glow. When you came to a stop at a traffic junction, you glanced to the side, where Negan was slumped in his seat. The quiet had lulled him, and the slight drop of his head denoted he was dozing off already.

You rather appreciated moments like these where your roommate wasn’t running his mouth, which were incredibly rare, but unfortunately you’d be in for a tougher time in the next five minutes once you reached your apartment.

You broke the silence, your voice sharp and unavoidable. “I swear I’ll leave you in the car until morning if you fall asleep.”

That managed to stir him then, and he shifted in his position, rubbing the weariness out of his eyes. He took a long moment before responding, his voice thick and rough. “You fuckin’ wouldn’t.”

”Oh, I would,” you challenged, not missing a beat.

You heard him huff out a short laugh. The traffic light flicked to green, prompting your gaze back onto the road as you drove on. When another round of silence followed, you didn’t need to throw another glance to know that Negan’s eyes were still on you, the feeling persisting even through the nearly pitch-black confines of your car. His gaze was steady and intent, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Something unfamiliar shifted in your chest.

Then, his hand moved over to the dash stereo.

“If you like piña coladas,

and gettin’ caught in the rain…”

Just as fast as he had turned on the radio, you switched it back off, abruptly severing the classic tune of Rupert Holmes. Yacht rock was not exactly the defining genre for the current mood. You clicked your tongue, shooting Negan an irritated look. “Don’t touch that.”

“Why not?”

“Just don’t.”

He gave you a blank expression. “Car’s mine s’much as it’s yours.” And with that, he turned the radio back on.

“If you like making love at midnight…”

Your hand flew to shut off the music again, bringing it to a swift and forceful end. “Quit it,” you snapped, words biting through the cool air.

Negan let out an exaggerated sigh. “How the hell am I supposed to stay awake, then?”

With your eyes still fixed on the road, you reached for the glove compartment, pulling out a small box of breath mints and handing it to him. “Here. Take one.”

“What for?”

“Just take one,” you insisted curtly. Negan took the box, and you brought your hand back to the steering wheel. “Should help you stay awake ‘til we get back. Plus, you’re stinking up the whole car.”

He snorted in response, amusement laced beneath his voice as he popped a mint into his mouth. “That bad?”

“Oh, yeah,” you replied. He did reek of alcohol—you had caught a strong whiff of it during the embrace, the way his breath mingled with the smell of flat beer. But with an air of exaggeration, you couldn’t help but add, “You’d need a whole bar of soap in your mouth, but this’ll have to do.”

Negan let out a chuckle then, and eventually you followed after. Your eyes flickered to him, noticing the way the ribbon of street lights caught onto the edges of his features, the way his eyes crinkled and the dimples appeared in his cheeks. It sent a strange flutter in your stomach, making you look away within seconds.

There was a short pause before you heard him speak again. “Y’know, you’re real fun to be with. Dunno why you act like y’not half the time.”

That made you furrow your eyebrows. “Well, I’m sorry,” you replied, tone thick with sarcasm. “Maybe you’re fine with living in a dumpster truck, but I’m not. It’s a shared space, Negan.”

You heard him scoff, though his voice was noticeably softer. “I do my part.”

“You do the bare minimum. Which you think is fine, considering your standards.”

As the car turned into a corner, the apartment building came into view. You took his silence as room to continue. “You know, if you’re so bogged down by responsibilities, why don’t you just live at the frat house instead? I mean, you can party as much as you want, drink as much as you want, hook up with whoever you—”

“Nah. ‘S nice livin’ with you.” Negan allowed his body to fall back limply against his seat, his head tilting towards you as a small grin formed on his lips. “…I really like livin’ with you. Even when you get mad sometimes.”

For a moment, the words were caught in your throat. The mood suddenly seemed to soften, but something wasn’t allowing you to return his gaze. Your thumbs twitched restlessly over the steering wheel as you entered the parking lot.

“…Thanks,” you eventually managed to say. The word hung awkwardly in the air. Your voice grew quiet, low enough to be interpreted as an afterthought. “I guess you’re not as bad as you were months ago.”

You let Negan trail behind you quietly, glancing back every so often to make sure he hadn’t tripped on his own feet. He mostly clinged to the handrails as he trudged up the front steps, a shoulder wedged against the walls as he walked along the hallways and stepped into the lift. His pace was excruciatingly slow, and yet, your impatience that had been running throughout the night had somehow disappeared. Or maybe you had grown too tired to care. You didn’t dwell too much on the matter.

Eventually, you both reached the apartment door, the smooth click of your key welcoming you home into the quiet space of your living room. The area had been somewhat cluttered for weeks, since you had been too busy to tidy up properly—books and whatnot strewn across the coffee table, jackets draped over the armchairs, pillows rumpled on the small couch—to the point where it almost had a cozy feel, and the slight mess had become a normalised sight.

“Go change. Get some sleep,” you ordered, mechanically moving towards the kitchen. A low hum of acknowledgement followed from behind, along with a heavy pad of footsteps as Negan retreated to his room.

You took a jug of water, pouring it into a glass. Reaching for the cabinets, you fished out a small box of painkillers. Then, with both items in hand, you made your way towards his room, pushing open the door with your elbow.

The dim glow of the bedside lamp barely outlined his figure. Negan stood beside the closet, his head cast downwards, eyebrows drawn together as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

He looked up when you entered, exasperation flickering across his features. “Can’t get this damn thing to—” He sighed wearily, his brown eyes looking at you almost expectantly.

Your lips pressed into a thin line, shooting him an unimpressed look. But you moved without a second thought, setting down the glass and painkillers on the nightstand before closing the distance from where he stood. Your hands latched onto the two small buttons, the gentle tug pulling him slightly forward as your nimble fingers made quick work of unfastening them.

You couldn’t help but notice it again. The way he’s just staring at you. It didn’t help that your faces were merely inches apart. That same, strange feeling stirred in your chest. You swallowed, deliberately training your eyes on the buttons.

You remembered that very first night, when you had made it crystal clear you weren’t interested in him at all. It didn’t stop Negan from throwing playful innuendos every now and then, but he never once overstepped your boundaries, and you figured all the flirting was just part of his nature. So you brushed it off without much thought.

But nothing had suddenly made you question everything until now, under the weight of his steady gaze. No crude remarks, no sensual touches—just a simple, intense look in the eyes. You could question what happened earlier at the house, but that had been nothing more than a drunken embrace. Actually, maybe the alcohol was to blame for everything. Of course, what else would it be?

Shaking the thoughts out in your head, you removed your hands when you realised they had been hovering over the opened buttons for a little too long.

You pulled away momentarily, reaching for the white t-shirt he had thrown onto his messy bed, handing it to him. “Here,” you said, your voice suddenly reduced to a soft whisper.

You caught the way his throat bobbed, but he neither responded nor moved. You thrusted the shirt into his chest, but when he still didn’t take it, you narrowed your eyes, giving him a slight look of confusion. “Negan? You alr—”

It was as if time stopped registering. It barely processed with the way it happened so fast. Your cheeks were held in the crevice of his hands, sending a warmth that instantly tingled your skin. Then, his mouth pressed against yours. Your eyes automatically shut, and your fingers involuntarily released hold of the white t-shirt when a pool of lightness rushed to your head.

The kiss was soft, and his lips parted against yours gently. Something in you didn’t want to pull away from his touch. You wanted to remain. And before you knew it, you were kissing him back.

But it only lasted for a few seconds—when his tongue brushed over the seam of your lips, throwing you back into reality. The taste of mint and alcohol made for a distasteful combination. Your mouth drew back from the kiss. You forced your eyes open.

“You—” Your resolve was weak against the tenderness of his palms still cupping your cheeks. “You dumbass,” you blurted softly, slightly furrowing your eyebrows. “You’re drunk.”

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you,” Negan only slurred, his half-lidded eyes still staring down at your lips. “None.”

You freeze, unsure of how to respond to the alcohol talking.

“D’you want me?” he continued, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours, noses nudging against each other. A breathy whisper feathered over your jaw. “Like I want you?”

“I…” Your voice grew thick, as if the words were becoming stuck. A dry laugh escaped from your throat. “Negan, you don’t know what you’re saying. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

As if you knew what you were doing either. You had just kissed your roommate back, for goodness sake. The same roommate who was a thorn in your side, who annoyed you to no end.

“Course I fuckin’ do,” he replied quietly, searching your eyes. His thumbs glided back and forth over your cheekbones. “I want you. I always have.”

The words sent a pang in your heart, and you wondered if he was consciously making his voice low and rough, despite knowing how wasted he was. That would explain why your knees had suddenly become weak.

Still, the skepticism was evident in your tone. “You act like this with all the girls you bring back?” you tried to joke, your voice wavering, though you didn't realise the slight resentment attached to your words until it was said out loud.

You were surprised with how Negan caught onto it almost immediately. “They… they don’t matter.” His eyes bore into yours, a sincerity etched to his words. “Darlin’, I swear—’s only ever been you. M’sorry if I hurt you like that.”

You made a light attempt to scoff. “I’m not hurt—”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. ‘S written all over your pretty face.” The corners of his lips twitched upwards, before they fell after a beat. “But ‘m serious, I—”

“Look—” You reached for his wrists, gently guiding his hands away from your cheeks and letting them fall to your sides. “You should sleep it off, really,” you said, motioning your head to the nightstand. “Take the painkillers when you wake up.”

“But I…” His fingers loosely curled around yours, as if not wanting to let go of you just yet. “I need to know. If y’feel what I feel.”

“Like you’ll even remember,” you murmured in response, scrunching your eyebrows. Then, you let out a soft sigh. “I’ll… tell you in the morning if you do, alright?”

You saw him give a slight nod, as he slowly released your hand, though you could tell he wasn’t satisfied with your answer.

It was simple, really—he was drunk. He wasn’t thinking straight. Not that he really ever has.

A thick silence stretched between you two, until you realised all else had been said, or at least the things you weren’t afraid to address. You eventually exchanged a soft ‘good night’, barely managing to say the words before you promptly left his room.

Truth was, you didn’t have a concrete answer. Or maybe you just didn’t want to answer it—knowing that you nearly melted into a puddle under his touch, and that you didn’t pull away the moment he kissed you. You didn’t think he would even remember the bulk of your conversation. But a small part of you wanted him to remember. A small part of you wanted him to kiss you once he was sober.

As you crawled back into the comfort of your own bed, the thought of him continued to leave you awake all night, much to your dismay. And while you knew Negan would never cease to infuriate you, disturbing your sleep at that, something had definitely changed.

notes. i personally had sm fun writing this, so i hope this translates to something a little enjoyable for you! my academic year started mid-april so i sadly have less time on my hands to write, but i’m always up for writing soft and silly scenarios for negan bc i think he deserves more fluff, canon/au’s whichever 💓 thank you for reading as always!

#negan smith x reader #negan x reader #the walking dead #negan smith #jeffrey dean morgan #negan #twd fanfiction #twd negan

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revelauver · 1 month ago

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⌕ race review! ֢֢֢ ◝﹝china [ 03/23/25 ]

🏎️_⠀ i missed quali last night BUT OSCAR ON POLE OMG I AM SO HAPPY

the start!! lando norris saw the return of the bottled start memes and took that personally. oscar i was worried for u for a hot second ngl

alonso dnf for the brakes (brakes in their flop era bc wtf happened to lando--like that seemed like a crazy safety hazard mclaren wdym u were unconcerned) i know ricksf1addition is rioting

i know george was kicking himself for not only losing the start to lando, but also the pit lane exit. but he's been cooking this season though

OSCARRRR PIASTRI you have brought your a-game, karma from australia, and pole position from china to get this win 💪

MAYBE I'M JUMPING THE GUN. MAYBE. but he has done nothing but improve on his weak points year by year. 2023 is was tire management, and he worked on it. 2024 was quali and guys i think he worked on it 👀 a pole to win for oscar is a sight that i could get used to

could not have asked for a better result 🫶 totally worth staying up until 3 am to watch

charles was having Such A Race between the front wing damage, instructions, and then getting overtaken by max verstappen returning from the depths of hell

ferrari direct team orders for a position swap before mclaren was not on my 2025 bingo card, even if it was lewis's idea lmao

literally

my biggest race highlight besides the oscar clean sweep to victory was 100% ollie bearman. i am soso happy he had an amazing weekend after australia

the cunty little "ciaos" were everything to me you don't understandd

he's my pick for driver of the day (not me acting like i even vote in these lol) for those bold overtakes and moving up 7 positions in a haas (double points!)

speaking of which has the haas been revived in a single weekend? bc ocon was also in front of kimi in the merc lmao

i am all for kimi winning awards for just standing there 🧍‍♀️ but dotd came at the expense of half of the grid who either (a) pulled some crazy overtakes, (b) was leading the race, or (c) had no floor damage starting from lap 1 😭 bro was just as confused as the rest of us when he heard the news

but if the delayed dotd trend continues than ollie is getting it next week dw 🫡

and toto, there was no need to clock me like that 💀✋

if i were yuki, i would already be arrested for arson of the vcarb pitwall

they screwed him and isack over with the strategies so bad

max verstappen is a Chill Guy. meanwhile, liam lawson aged 10 years in 2 races

maybe i'm being picky bc this race was lowkey boring compared to australia's chaos?

happy birthday alex albon! 🎂🎉🎈

I WOKE UP AND FOUND OUT BOTH FERRARIS WERE DISQUALIFIED THIS TEAM IS NOT REAL 😃

contact me @ ⠀꒱⠀ . ⠀ 1-800-hot-n-fun ⠀ —— ⠀ ✧ !

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aballadforbarbatos · 7 months ago

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fanfic

fairly long i guess. i’m going through a bit of a mephisto brainrot right now tbh; took a long break from obey me and came back to see 1500 AP. immediately spent all that to get a mephisto icon when the card was at level 10

was it worth it? hmm.

you have no goddamn idea what prompted you to do this

YES you applied human logic and it turned out to be right but maybe you should just stop doing that. stop thinking

mephistopheles had been a bit too mean for your liking. that’s what kicked this whole thing off to start with

maybe he didn’t mean it. maybe he did. anyway it ruined your whole day

satan had noticed your mood change and suggested something nice, which was:

“why not read something nice and fluffy?”

and then the idea had stuck itself in your head and just not let go

you do a quick search on doogle, and to your delight, the demons have not let you down!

searching up “mephistopheles x reader” returned thousands of results, and while you knew there’d be a lot of ooc writing, the idea of mephisto being not mean to you was enough to make you excited :D

you want to open up a fic right there and then, but something makes you stop. the brothers would get awfully suspicious if they saw you all blushy and giggly and pink…

you leave it for lights out where you can get all blushy and giggly and pink in secret.

you see mepisto the next day and excitedly wave hello at him. he looks at you strangely. good enough!

and then it kind of becomes an addiction. you can’t read anything else and your textbooks are a struggle when you’re thinking about all the fake mephisto romances you could be reading instead

satan asks you to review a book he found and you have to turn him down saying that you’re reading a book that’s vaguely related to horses but he wouldn’t like it because the narrator sounds like lucifer

you’re lying of course, but he doesn’t know that

and then one day, when the fanfics aren’t hitting the spot, a new idea comes to you. what if you wrote your OWN mephisto x reader fic?!

you totally brush over the fact that you actually know mephisto irl and sometimes even have conversations with him. if you just stick to the ooc template that everyone else uses it’s like a totally different person

so you jump on the devildom version of ao3 and start posting. you do this for many, many months and nobody in your circle finds out, but BOY does that fic get popular

you end up skipping a chapter because of an event and then promise to release it on wednesday, but then wednesday rolls around and you still haven’t done it AND THERE’S A STUDENT COUNCIL MEETING

the clock is ticking away and you have stuff to do, like it’s also your turn to cook dinner and you’re failing your classes, so you kind of have to go home like right now? you stick your hand up

“what’s up, MC?”

“can i go home? i really have to write this chapter.”

everyone perks up except for lucifer who’s ready to tell you off for not messing around. too bad he’s drowned out by literally everyone else

“wow! you’re writing a story?! what is it about?!”

no wonder you chose “nothinky” as your username for this fic cause you don’t think about the answer and how these demons that are crushing on you fairly obviously will react

“oh yeah it’s about me dating mephistopheles”

silence.

lucifer looks like he’s bitten into a lemon, which is kind of funny but you’ve just thought of a great line to put in your fic so you scribble that down instead

“mephistopheles. like the mephistopheles WE know or,”

“i didn’t know mephistopheles was a common name in the devildom. yeah it’s the mephisto we know?? oh, but i did write him based on the template that others used, so it’s really just a totally different person”

“wdym others.”

“well i did devour like hundreds of mephisto romance stories before this you know…”

“MC what the fuck.”

you keep going because basically you don’t know when to stop and if you keep going they might let you out earlier

“yeah i’m coming up to the part where he proposes but i was gonna ask one of you guys about that since i don’t know if it’s different down here. AND i need someone to read the story with me because even though he was supposed to be based on this template i feel like it’s a lot closer to the actual mephisto, and that would be a problem because i’m really starting to fall for this mephistopheles-not-mephistopheles”

that’s not a joke. sometimes you think about how crazy it is that you got here. as you’re explaining things about the story you don’t notice that everyone’s eyes have shifted from you to above you.

“i can teach you about how nobles propose, MC.”

you freeze up and feel your face burst into flames. you can’t even turn around and say “great!”

but if you had turned around, just by coincidence, just a few moments earlier, you would’ve seen him there, slack-jawed and eyes wide. a sight completely unbefitting of a noble.

how nice that you’ve made the first move for him.

and you said that you needed someone to read your story, didn’t you? perhaps he can show you how much better the real thing is.

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catiuskaa · 1 year ago

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new task: valentine’s day [ACTS]

A/N: reposting by acts! [see full version here]. wanted to see if this format works better (and yes i will squeeze everything in this one right here cause its amazing and i 100% worked my ass off on it)

PAIRING! seungmin x reader ; enemies/rivals2lovers!

SUMMARY: boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments…to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

WC: 0.651k

CW: fluffy comfort, use of spanglish (not relevant to the plot, dw), use of text format, the reader is stupidly short (which i know all about), academic rivals, bad student reader x good student seungmin, mentions of the unability to deal with complicated feelings, mentions of masking feelings, slight hint of bullying, mentions of being followed, (pet)names: little one, shortie, shortcake, smallable, pretty, hyunjin as a walking therapist, and the ending is kind of a reference to a show i'm obsessed with (not gonna say it so i don't spoil it for you guys hehehe)

|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|

[☆★🌷★☆]

{PROLOGUE: THE GROUPCHAT}

At first, you didn’t really know him.

To think for a second that there was a time where you didn’t know who he was made you sigh. Oh, how you wish you had never, ever encountered him.

…Kim Seungmin.

Some may say that ‘rivals’ or ‘enemies’ is a term that could seem too intense regarding a simple statement: that you two didn’t get along.

But no. Because those kind of words were exactly how you’d define your relationship.

And it had all started the first day of your last year before graduating. When you made the class groupchat.

> you created ‘Year 13-A 😼😼’

> you added ‘lucas🤺’ ‘atenea🛐’ ‘noa🫶’ and 16 more.

> you: guys help, am I missing people?

> you: @ atenea🛐 told me to create this group for homework n stuff but idk if I have everyone’s numbers 😵‍💫😵‍💫

< noa🫶: tía you’re missing two people no?

< lara💋: hala, new people?? 👀

< noa🫶: pero- they’re literally from the other group, girl

< abril🌻: you even know them lara

< abril🌻: se te va la pinza JAJSJA

< miguel📚: sí, there should be 22 people (creo)

> you: oh right, Lix told me!

> you: yeah i’ll add them now, brb 🏃‍♀️

Well.

Rookie mistake.

> you added ‘kim seungmin™️’, ‘hyunjin🎨’

> you: omg i even added everyone

< lucas🤺: omg omg

< kim seungmin™️: omg omg so crazyy

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you texted. But that was just because you hadn’t talked to him before.

Now was a different story, of course. You wouldn’t smile, not for Kim Seungmin.

> you: @ kim seungmin™️ what was crazy is how difficult it was finding someone who had your phone number, lol

< han(gry)🐿️🎙️: fr fr omg

< lucas🤺: que es omg

< lucas🤺: ‘oh me gustas’ ? omg?

< lara💋: you’re such an idiot, asshole

< lucas🤺: ohhh you love me so bad 😌😌😌

< isabel🌸: she knows better lol

< lucas🤺: dude, you’re my sister

< lucas🤺: shouldn’t you be backing me?

< isabel🌸: there’s a fee for that, dude.

You giggled at the stupid teasing, used to your mates’ shenanigans that never ceased to make you laugh.

But then, he replied.

< kim seungmin™️: @ you the only difficult thing here is you reaching graduation

…

Your smile faded.

You read that once more. Then again. And another time.

You chuckled dryly.

What was this guy on about?

> you: ah? wdym?

You remember thinking that maybe he was joking. That maybe he was someone who talked to people with a lot of harsh remarks without really meaning them. That maybe he was trying to be funny, or something.

Other texts showed up, but Kim Seungmin —named like so in the contact Felix had shared to you— wasn’t replying.

< minho🐈: guys wtf it’s 00:12

< lucas🤺: oh he uses the other clock

< lucas🤺: so its am-pm for us but not for you

< lucas🤺: think you’re special? wanna fight?

< noa🫶: lucas just shut up and go to bed

< han(gry)🐿️🎙️: damn right 🛌🛌🛌

< miguel📚: guys, stop texting 😓

> you: yeah guys lol

< minho🐈: no u started this

< minho🐈: u shush

You snickered softly, used to Minho’s humour, quickly playing along.

> you: ?! unfair ☝️🤓

< kim seungmin™️: no, minho’s right for once

< kim seungmin™️: you should shush

< kim seungmin™️: you’re less annoying when you’re quiet

You frowned at your phone, your face contorted in angry confussion.

Who did this guys think he was?

With a huff, you typed a rapid “gtg guys!”, ignoring Seungmin’s texts, and quickly settled your phone back on your pocket, getting off the bus and finally arriving home.

You groaned, the text that that Seungmin idiot had sent still rolling in your head even after you laid in bed. You passed your hands through your hair.

“Difficult to reach graduation?” You mumbled, eyes fixated ln the chatroom the sentence feeling like acid in your mouth.

Kim Seungmin wasn’t ready for how difficult his last year was going to be, solely for his stupid text message.

[☆★🌷★☆]

SPECIAL THANKS! To my lovely pookies @lyramundana and @tonks-21 for ideas and support, plus also, most of the classmate’s names are thanks to gorgeous gourgeous @stayconnecteed and her spanishverse series bc i’m so invested! Go check all of their blogs out! 100% recommend. son mis chicas españolitas, hehe<3

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theellipelli · 8 months ago

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I need you to know how my jaw DROPPED when I saw you were the author of Nostalgic Chill like wdym I've been following peak without realizing they've been writing peak too??? That fic is like cocaine to me you have no idea how much you inspire me and my work this is like finding out you walked past Jesus on the subway to me

Adore how you write yanqing he never has a good time 10000/10 would recommend to my friends and have and now they understand why Yanqing makes me so ill

hahaaa thank you for all the support!!

ive been writing nostalgic chill for like a year at this point (posting it for half of that) and im genuinely so surprised how many people are only now clocking that im the author! even though my ao3 username is. almost identical save for one letter, but maybe thats a thing one overlooks when lost in the sauce.

thank you for reading and recommending the fic :) i enjoy working on it very much but people loving it so much and being so vocal about it is definitely what has turned the estimated word count from 30k to 100k

#asks #nc

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eggo-da-axolotl · 9 months ago

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chapter 1 of Opposites attract <3

Thursday morning a certain blue meme guardian woke up feeling.... Happy ? No that wasn't it and he brushed it off and started cleaning the castle because his friends and smg3 were coming over! He checked the calendar and it was the 23rd of May so he started to clean and what not and his phone started to beep and he opened the group chat with his friends!

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DA COOL GROUP

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Fish🐟: My cousin’s doing a back bend while watching little bus

Squid🦑: Good for you boopkins

Gamer girl🎮: What

Maryo🍝: GUS I CEE DAT PIZLE GIY

Ex-enemy🟣: Guys what is Mario talking about-

Everyone: idk-

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Smg4 chuckled a bit then put his phone down and continued cleaning and after a bit he heard a knock at the door. He opened it and saw.... Smg3....?

3: hey Smg4..?

4: hey 3 your um here early?

3: wdym I thought u said 3:30-

4: it's 2:30-

3: what. Oh crap my clocks one hour behind I'll just go-

4: no it's OK you can stay

3: really-

4: yea u can help me set up

3: sure!

4: your so tsundere smg3

3: s-shut up baka!

Smg3 and Smg4 were cleaning while a certain.. TV host.. Was in his studio...

Mr puzzles: UGH I GIVE UP ON THESE 5 STARS

He would throw papers against the wall in rage

Mr puzzles: I think it's time I get a job...

He would go on his computer and look for places hiring.... That won't be important

Right..?

Anyways let's go back to the ga- I means guys

3: crap I forgot my gift for the white elephant

4: go get it I'll finish cleaning and the others should be here soon

3 would leave and the others would starts arriving...

Boopkins: hiya smg4!

Meggy: Hey guys

Tari: hello!

Melony: hi!!!

Bob: WhAtS uP gAnG

Mario: HEY ES M GEE 4

Saiko: こんにちは(hello)

4: hello everyone! Meggy: um smg4 isnt someone missing

4: oh yea smg3 said he'd be here any minu-

Smg3 would arrive

3: h-hey guys

he'd be out of breath from running

Everyone would say hi

4: come on giys lets go to the gamimg room and we can start the white elephant!

They would all go to the gaming room and there would be 9 gifts in the middle of the circle

4: ok guys pick a number from the hat and thats the order your going in

They woukd all pick numbers from the hat and the order would be

1 mario

2 meggy

3 bob

4 boopkins

5 melony

6 smg4

7 saiko

8 tari

9 smg3

4: let's start!

Mario would open a gift and there would be spaghetti..?

Mario: OMG I GOT A RESERVATION AT SPAGHETTI PLACE!!!

Meggy: um mario its says an italian restaurant but ig they have spaghetti there-

meggy would go next and get a beanie

Meggy: aww this is so cuteee

After a while bob would get a manga book which he was mad about boopkims ofc took the book from bob then bob got another gift and got a gun, melony would got a pokemon plush and then it would be smg4s turn amd he would get a... Mysterious pink potion..?

4: what is this-

Boopkins: i took some potion making classes!

4: what does it do..?

Boopkins: idk

4: Uh- anyways lets continue anyways Saiko its your turn!

Saiko: ああ、かわいい桜のピン(aww cute cherry blossom pin)

Tari would get a duck and smg3 would take the last one and would get a hoodie.

After a few hours everyone except Smg3 had left...

3: i bet u 20 bucks u wont drink the potion

4: wanna bet

3: bet.

Smg4 would grab the potion and start chugging it and would be empty in a few seconds.

Unknown to smg3.... smg4s eyes would have a hue of........ Pink?

3: dang i didn't think you would actually do it-

Smg3 would be getting his money out when smg4 would stop him.....

#smg4 #smg34 #smg4 fanfic #smg34 fanfiction #mr puzzles #smg4 smg3 #smg3 x smg4 #smg3 #smg4 tari #smg4 meggy #smg4 saiko #smg4 mario #smg4 bob #smg4 melony #smg4 boopkins

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loverboyfang · 3 months ago

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I NEED to have your take on me and dabi lol I'm ready to be clocked. I'm an INFJ.

time is so fake wdym these were sent in january.... hello.... anyways sorry. these take me a long time to write so i always wait a bit to write them out.

ahhh infj x isfp....this pair is interesting to me because the relationship between them in media is rogue and advisor - but the person who plays the rogue is more often the isfp. infjs are also known for being pretty brooding so this is something both types have in common, but infjs are pretty isolated when they take on that role. isfps require more community.

i think your relationship with dabi is interesting because i think you guys probably bicker a lot, and that arguing is actually a sign of you getting along which is very funny and easy to misunderstand. your main and most fundamental disagreements kind of have to do with interpretation on the same things. you have completely different perspective informed by completely different experiences on the same things - and this is root cause for a lot of back and forth you have.

on the surface and at it's best it's just witty banter - and i think dabi probably only engages it with you as often as he does. to be clear again this isn't really arguing. you're not often debating with the intent to change the other persons perspective when it happens - at least not on most things.

dabis attraction to you is based on the same thing he often teases you for which is a kind of fundamental optimism that he deeply and sorely lacks. he has a very pessimistic view of things and generally bleak outlook on his life - and it goes beyond just the trauma he experiences as dabi. even as touya i think this is a crucial part of his personality, though it's less dreadful in the au where he does not become dabi at all.

your attraction to dabi is kind of his selfishness. his self-orient and self-interest. how his interest in you is an extension of himself rather than something he has to think about about with any kind of conscious effort. you're endeared by both his lack of willingness to completely acknowledge the extent of his feelings and the concrete and literal ways he often treats you with mercy and consideration. its a very very delicate balance to maintain but between you both it just kind of... works.

there is something very normal about the way he is when you're together - a comfortable safety that he finds in your presence. and you are like... emotionally intelligent enough to know how exactly to navigate and deepen that intimacy with patience without driving him into an emotional corner because of his general hostility about anything related to forming deep attachments.

i think this something general crucial for any touya interaction, but specifically between you - dabi is kind of spellbound by your ability to even think of anything bigger than yourself in day to day to life. he has a sincere interest in listening to you even when he thinks you're being all kumbaya (his words). so it makes his attachment to you a lot more annoyingly strong. rip

at first, i do think it takes him longer to understand you're not trying to preach to him (he definitely feels this way. dickhead) when he sort of is forced to acknowledge you also have shit going on. and after that he kind of clumsily treats you less and less hostility. you catch onto all of his ten times quicker and are generally just normal to him and that's all he really needs to bond with you.

you guys have a very like. balanced relationship when dabi is dabi which is saying a lot given that mans insane instability. at the very least it gives the illusion of domestic normalcy sometimes in a way that makes dabi both very clingy and clinically insane. you probably feel way more fine about all of it.

lmk if this was accurate or not beloved!!! at least i hope it was fun to read and thank u for letting me analyze your selfships

#answered #friends selfships

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annimator · 4 months ago

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I’m at a loss for words

(This is a lie, this episode was so fucking good and devastating at the same time holy shit-)

• Damn Ivy’s cooking. Thx for reminding me recap

• poor Logan ;-;

• Byeeeee Ted

• Intro still never gets old :>

• FAWK, EVERYONE IN BLUE TEAM’S FUCKED UP AFTER TED LEFT

• NATALIA FEELS BAD FOR LOGAN

• Lynda, I swear to god-

• Richard carried this entire episode fr

• As someone that’s also a swimmer, I related a lot to Logan talking about his skills & swimmers coming up for air. GOD THESE CHARACTERS ARE SO GOOD

• Ngl, Anastasia, Marissa, Isabel, & Natalia would be a great final 4 imo. It’s probably not gonna happen, but an enby can dream :>

• Ofc Anastasia’s still upset towards Lynda. Still understandable tho

• Awwww, Nat still wants to include Logan in their alliance :D

• Marissa’s sad ;-;

• WAIT OMG ANASTASIA WAS GONNA GRASP HER SHOULDER- HOLD UP, WHAT’S WITH ISABEL & NATALIA SMIRKING AT EACH OTHER AFTER THAT

• ok now that I think about it, they probably ship Anarissa as much as me lol

• OKAY THIS CONVERSATION IS GENUINELY MY FAVOURITE SCENE FROM THE ENTIRE EPISODE. IT’S PROBABLY TIED WITH TRISTAN TELLING ZAID THEY’RE NON-BINARY AS MY FAVOURITE SCENE FROM THE ENTIRE SEASON SO FAR

• Marissa’s so hard on herself fml ;-;

• “I won’t betray my morals to win… on or off the battlefield” Good for her

• SHE CALLED HER ANA AGAIN OH MY GOD

• She was gonna enlist in the military because of expectations, I felt that so hard

• MARISSA’S ENTIRE MONOLOGUE IN THIS SCENE WAS AMAZING. HATS OFF TO HER VA

• THE HAND HOLDINGGGGGG

• “Oh, Marissa, you could never become that. From day one you’ve seen me as an actual person, not a Barbie doll. Seeing you take charge, not once underestimating me, makes me want to follow you into any battle.” Girl, you could’ve just told her that you love her /j

• “Whatever your decision, I’ll stand by you.” “Really?” “I mean it.” HOW DID THEY NOT KISS AFTER THIS. THEY HAD FUCKING SPARKLES IN THEIR EYES

• Also love that Anastasia said those last words in Russian. I love seeing characters implement other languages besides English in this show :>

• I LOVE THAT THEY CONTINUED TO SHOW HANNAH & DIEGO’S BOND AFTER LAST EPISODE. YIPPEEEEEE

• Hannah’s acting like a little shit, I love it lol

• “Diego is such a breath of fresh air. I feel like he’s the first person in the game to truly get me!” Oh no, I don’t like where this is going

• Ohhhhh, Benji was making an idol! It looks like shit dude, I’m so sorry

• “I know I’m not the poker player, but there’s a reason he’s still in, right?” Benji, I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this

• ZAID & IVY CLOCKED HIM SO HARD LMAOOOOO

• MORE ZAIVY CRUMBS >:DDDDDD

• Did anyone notice that Ivy’s been acting kinda… off? She said she wants to prove that Hollywood doesn’t turn you into an asshole, but she’s been poking fun at Benji a lot…

• They’re acting’s pretty cute, they’re totally canon :>

• “So, it’s Benji if we lose.” “Then Hannah, we got two shields.” OKAY EVEN IF I LIKE BENJI A LOT, I’M FINE IF HE GETS OUT, BUT WDYM HANNAH

• DIEGO DOESN’T WANT HANNAH TO GET OUT. THANK YOU BRO

• “Spencer, a word?” I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING

• “Hmm, you guys think they’re making out?” LMAOOO IVY

• “Ah, oh young love.” ngl I thought Ivy said this when I saw the trailer, but the fact that is was Tristan makes the line EVEN BETTER >:DDDDD

• THEY’RE STILL TAUNTING ZAID ABOUT HIS CRUSH ON IVY, NOBODY COULD EVER MAKE ME HATE YOU TRISTAN

• “He made it clear he’s not interested in Diego. Well, he is, and he isn’t. I dunno, but he’s smart enough to not pursue it.” I uh… I still don’t like where this is going

• IM SO EXCITED TO SEE HOW THIS PLAYS OUT

• HE REALLY WANTS HANNAH TO STAY IN. OMGGGG

• AAAAAA HE’S HOLDING SPENCER’S HANDS

• ONC FUCKING BAITED US. I THOUGHT HE WAS CONFESSING HIS FEELINGS WHEN I SAW THIS IN THE TRAILER

• “Diego…” “Spence?” AAAAPNFIPQWFQEIFPNEWNGPIEWBGPIQEHGIPQEBG

• HE WENT IN FOR THE KISS- aw man it didnt happen ;-;

• OH MY GOD NO, THEY’RE IN A FUCKING MISUNDERSTANDING

• Spencer’s gay pancaking so hard lmao

• “Is it, um… Is it bad that I want it to happen again?” NO. NO IT ISN’T

• “What was that?! What was that?! I was tryin to save Hannah, and my emotions got in the way again, and… Oh, no… Maybe Jade is right! Maybe falling for someone in this game… isn’t a good idea.” I need to shoot somebody

• IM CRYING, BENJI JUST MUTTERED “FUCK” AFTER HE REALIZED TED GOT ELIMINATED

• Challenge sounds interesting. Richard’s gonna have a blast with this one

• “This is the once-flourishing corn maze, where we would see plenty of kids get lost and forgotten. Hehe!” Trevor?????

• Ofc Anarissa’s holding onto the blue team’s hoop together after THAT scene

• Logan’s still hurt after what happened last elimination during the challenge ;-;

• Oooooo, Nat & Isa are getting into a small arguement. Isabel’s having too much fun with gaslighting when it comes to the idol

• uh oh, animation error- WAIT OMG SPENCER & DIEGO FEEL SO AWKWARD ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED, FAWK

• “Hell yeah!” Isabel, what was that

• IM CRYING, DIEGO FORGOT HE WAS IN A CHALLENGE WHEN SPENCER SHOWED UP

• “I don’t think Diego… is an ally anymore. He’s… he’s my liability.” OH GOD NO, NOT THE ANGSTY DOOMED[?] YAOI.

• Tristan’s teasing Ivy now lol.

•”Hmm, I think he might be into you :D!” I guess he’s kinda cute. I like that he’s tall, and he can cook, and the bead isn’t hurting any eyes.” YAYAYAYAYAYY

• “But it won’t work out.” WDYM

• GIRL HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF OPPOSITES ATTRACT. WHO GIVES A FUCK IF YA HAVE DIFFERENT VALUES. STOP THE “BETTER OFF AS FRIENDS” BULLSHIT

• BENJI GOT HIT IN THE BALLS AGAIN LMAO

• MORE ANARISSA CRUMBS WOOOOO

• “Thanks for earlier, by the way, really.” AWWWWWWWW

• YEAAAA HANNAH >:D

• oh yeah that’s right, Richard’s a basketball player turned coach. He’s gonna hard carry this for the blue team.

• “Is everything OK, homie?” I’d honestly say smth like this tbh lol :>

• DAMN DIEGO’S FUCKING STRONG

• Trevek keeps glancing at each other throughout this episode (GAYYYYYYYY)

• “As a matter of fact, no. I wanted to extend an olive branch””I’m not buying that. I voted for Anastasia!” Fuck you Lynda (tbh my opinions on her are pretty love/hate-ish as of recently)

• Marissa did it :D Lynda’s on good terms with her :D Lynda’s gonna abuse this isn’t she?

• RICHARD YOU SHOW OFF

• “How couldn’t I, looking into his big beautiful, lens-covered eyes? I came here to experience how beautiful the world could be, and it found it— him. I had to seize my opportunity.” GODDDDDD

• “You need to talk to Spencer honestly. No more flirting games.” “You’re right” y’all

• RICHARD CLUTCH

• WAIT OMG, ANASTASIA & MARISSA HUGGED EACH OTHER. THOSE FUCKIN SPARKLES IN THEIR EYES ARE BACK

• WAIT THAT SCENE FROM THE THUMBNAIL DIDN’T EVEN HAPPEN. DID JARED & ROBERT JUST MAKE IT TO PISS OF HOMOPHOBES AND MAKE YAOI BAIT???

• Silly Billy’s having too much fun voicing Trevor & I love it

• Hannah, I was thinking the same thing about Benji’s “idol” lol

• “I might’ve gotten Zaid & Ivy to see it. They could have bought it.” They didn’t Benji. They didn’t

• SPENCER WANTS TO VOTE OUT DIEGO BECAUSE HE’S A MENTAL/EMOTIONAL LIABILITY. GOD

• Spencer & Jade’s alliance is getting testy? I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING DOUBLE CROSS HIS GAY BRITISH ASS JADE-

• wait what, who said that

• WAIT HOLY SHIT TRISTANNAH CRUMBS. LOOK AT HOW HAPPY THEY LOOKED WHEN HANNAH SAID THAT THEY & ZAIVY HAVE THE ABILITY TO THROW OFF SPENCER & JADE

• IVY?????? YOU DID NOT HAVE TO BE THAT RUDE TO HIM, BUT THAT “FUCKING STICK” LINE WAS HILARIOUS

• OH MY GOD. OH MY GODDDDD

• “Spence!” “Y-yeah?” “I want to apologize. About earlier, I-” “It’s fine. I’m sure it was an honest mistake.” “No, no it wasn’t. I like you, Spencer. I like you quite a lot. You’re driven, funny, and you hide such a big heart. I’d didn’t expect to meet someone so wonderful here. And I… was… hoping… you felt the same.” I NEED TO BE SEDATED, PLEASE

• “My heart tells me we can keep playing this game and go far! Together. Do you trust me?” “…We’re voting Benji tonight.” SPENCER.

• “Fuck! I- I can’t do this.” YEAH, YOU SHOULD FEEL CONFLICTED FOR DOING THAT. GO SIT IN THE CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU SAID

• Spencer going to Ivy for a favour? This is gonna screw him over in the future, trust me guys

• OH GOD. THERE’S SO MUCH GODAMN ANGST

• DIEGO STILL DOESN’T WANT TO VOTE SPENCER MY FUCKING GODDD

• HANNAH MENTIONED TRISTAN, THIS COUNTS AS A TRISTANNAH CRUMB TO ME YALL

• I love Hannah & Diego’s friendship sm. Rlly grew on me!

• HELP WHY IS DEREK READING OFF A SCRIPT. ALSO YEA, WHO TF WROTE THAT

• EVERYONE BESIDES BENJI DIDN’T HAVE A HAPPY FACE WHEN THEY WERE VOTING. FAWK

• im scared for this y’all

• Oh god.

• OH GODDDDDDD

• FUCK FUCKFUCK FUKC

• IM GONNA SHOOT SOMEBODY

• “Yes! I’m saved! I mean- Sorry, Diego.” BENJI, PART OF ME’S ALSO GLAD YOU AREN’T OUT, BUT READ THE ROOM MY GUY

• JADE’S PISSED AT SPENCER OH FUCK

• “Hey, remember what I told you, okay?” “No goodbye. Only see you later.” DUDE.

• HE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE ANY HARD FEELINGS, AND ZAID & TRISTAN FELT BAD ABOUT SEEING HIM GO. DIEGO JUST WANTS HIS TEAM TO BOUNCE BACK. THEY REALLY CAN NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU DIEGO

• “You know… after everything… I still didn’t vote for you.” WHO. THE FUCK. DECIDED TO PUT THIS LINE INTO THE SCRIPT. I NEED TO PERSONALLY TALK TO THEM

• Someone on twt said Diego played the game with his heart, and wounded up getting his heart broken and it DOESN’T MAKE HIS ELIMINATION EASIER TO HANDLE, WHAT THE FUCK-

• “Even for a million dollars, Spencer couldn’t control his true emotions. Now he’s MY liability.” YEA GET HIS ASS JADE

• IVY HAVING A STRATEGIC/VILLAIN ARC? THAT WASN’T ON MY BINGO CARD

• I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR BULLSHIT SPENCER, YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT VOTING HIM OUT. YOU WEREN’T SMILING LIKE A LITTLE SHIT WHEN YA SAID THIS GAME’S JUST GETTING STARTED

• OKAY, DESPITE ALL THE ANGST, THIS WAS A FUCKING AMAZING EPISODE. PROBABLY MY FAVOURITE SO FAR THANKS TO ALL THE SHIPPING CONTENT AND STUFF

• Also friendly reminder… WE’RE ONLY ON EPISODE FUCKING 5. AND NEXT EPISODE’S SUPPOSEDLY GONNA BE ANOTHER MUSICAL ONE FROM WHAT JARED SAID ON TWT. GOD I AM SO EXCITEDDDD

• aight, new Elimination Devastation ranking

4th - Amelie

3rd - Ted

2nd - Alessio

1st - Diego (YEAH, IT WAS THAT FUCKING SAD FOR ME. RUNNING ME OVER WITH A TRUCK WOULD’VE HURT LESS)

• Anyways, I have a comment to make on Spencer’s audition vid

#disventure camp

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