#ice spice so far is getting the best out of this I think

[taylorrepdetective]

It’s been very interesting to see how this is slowly being picked up in the mainstream media. No one outside the fandom really cared when it was him just being reported as a creepy, misguided edgelord. Then once the porn stuff went around, more people got upset within the fandom, Buzzfeed picked it up and it made it into a few other semi-mainstream publications, like Insider. Black Twitter picked up on it and it spread. But still, no significant impact in the general public. And just when it felt like she might have been winning the PR war with her concerts last weekend and him not being seen, as well as her gaining sympathy because of the crazy crowds, she brought him out again and it picked up again just in time for her to include Ice Spice in the mess, and now it’s in the Washington Post. Regardless, everyone will be watching and listening tonight to see what the fuss is about and I have yet to see any sign of a dent in sales/streams/ticket prices (they keep going up), but I do wonder about that cash grab purple swirl vinyl they put out the other day and how that sold. As well as speak now preorder cancellations. Because those are bought by the die hard fans and that would give them a really good datapoint to see any actual effects from all this, beyond people yelling into the void.

[konigsblog]

Hi! This is my first time asking something :D 

Do you do anything, not nsfw? And if so, what would some random könig headcanons you agree with? Like habits and stuff you’d think he’d do? (does that make sense lmao)

If you just do nsfw you could make them nsfw headcanons.. Or just combine both aha

**HII.. i do write for sfw and fluff, as well as angst it's just not really requested as much as smut :) but here, hope you enjoy this!!! 🌙

silly könig headcannons

⭒ mentions of weed use, fluff.. 🌷🎀

⭒könig who prefers cats over dogs. they're quieter and calmer, has a ginger cat called ‘spice’ that's fiesty to new people. he loves the animal to death, and hands it to his oma when he's on deployment.

⭒i've mentioned this before, but i feel like könig was in a band as a kid, just a school one. he played the drums and was pretty emo in his teenager years...

⭒he sleeps in the weirdest positions. he'll either wake up with his body contorted into different ways, his arms above his head and across his chest with his legs intertwined with eachother.

⭒he's an easily jealous person, always top of his classes and getting 100% on his tests. his mother always wanted the best outcome for her son, so she was shocked when he decided to join the kommando spezialkräfte instead of becoming a doctor or a lawyer.

⭒has 100% attempted to get up but fell because his legs were stuck and tangled in his bedsheets.

⭒gets second hand embarrassment far too easily. he's cringing on the inside when someone does/says something stupid.

⭒absolutely hates the summer. it's horrible; everybody's sweaty and stinks, missions make him want to peal his skin off. definitely prefers autumn/winter.

⭒his favourite food to eat whilst sick is soup, a special homemade soup him and his mother made together while growing up. her own special recipe that he only teaches to his closest of friends.

⭒loves late night conversations. they're so deep and understanding, chatting for hours 'til your jaw hurts and the sun his peaking through the curtains.

⭒either drinks black coffee, really bitter. or drinks the most sugary coffee ever, no in-between. (tell me your opinions)

⭒is a morning person. gets up early and has his breakfast, something quick and easy, like toast or porridge (oatmeal), has a morning shower 'nd everything. (i love adding salt to my porridge/oatmeal)

⭒hates when people say germany and austria are the same. will definitely have a whole rant about the differences 'til you understand fully.

⭒smokes weed a lot, pretty much an addict. he says it's to calm his nerves down but he gradually started doing it more and more often. a stoner fs.

⭒enjoys movies, a lot. he loves sitting down with a blanket beside him, covered in orange cat hair. will probably make a bowl of popcorn to eat whilst watching, but ends up eating it all before he's even 30 minutes in.

big, bear hugs. we all know that the big, brute and towering man gives amazing hugs, but he really wants to lay atop of you, to cage you with his warmth.

⭒has a tendency to over share, rants sometimes while pretending to be confident, finding anything to talk about before feeling a bit uncomfortable with what he'd said.

⭒isn't shy. it's my biggest pet peeve when people make könig out to be someone shy, scared, ect.. he's not shy, he's socially anxious, but that doesn't make him quiet. he either puts on a front and pretends to be confident with a cocky, loud personality.

⭒absolutely adores milk. he drinks like a gallon in two days, that's why he's 6’10.

⭒enjoys mint chocolate chip ice cream, hates strawberry, especially if they have chunks. (self projecting)

⭒enjoys doing the dishes, finds it satisfying. until he touches food and gags.

⭒avid banana hater, the texture to the taste, everything about it makes him feel ill.

⭒listens to music for hours, usually something rock or heavy metal, loud music in his ears and the loud explosions gives him some hearing damage.

⭒usually smells woodsy, fresh cut trees and vanilla.

⭒germaphobe. doesn't like being near people when they're sick and will avoid them, probably because he gets sick too easily, despite having a strong immune system.

⭒isn't a very emotional person, he has sympathy for others but can't express it through tears and emotions. he's cold and aggressive to the recruits, blaming them for his issues because he struggles taking blame and fault for situations and needs a punching bag.

⭒owned a fish when he was around 7, cried because it died. turns out it was alive and he saw it swim down the toilet. never got another fish again, traumatized.

⭒doesn't like being told he's in the wrong, will refuse and deny it 'til he's forced to either apologise or end the friendship.

⭒curly ginger, or wavy ginger, you can't change my mind.

⭒doesn't really understand tiktok that much, or instagram. not really something that he's interested in, but occasionally uses twitter for like 5 minutes.

⭒has anemia, or iron deficiency. takes a couple naps a day because he doesn't like taking his supplements.

these are all i could think off 😵‍💫 tell me your personal headcannons!!

banner credit; @cafekitsune

[angelkissiies]

Hellooo if you don’t do requests totally ignore this rn, but if you doooo I have a request for hockey player!Abby Anderson and cheerleader reader 👀

So basically Abby is watching her practise and some other girl in the squad runs into her on the ice and reader gets injured, Abby then is the concerned gf ofc and takes care of r??

You could do it so the girl who ran into R did it on purpose for some reason to add spice but that’s not necessary, have a good day/night!! :)

playing dirty

abby anderson x reader

cw : descriptive injuries, angst, cheerleaders being horrible, abby is stressed tf OUTTT, blood, again skating injuries read at your own discretion. hockey!au. modern!au. abby lowkey is rich bc her dads a surgeon.

a/n : this got less fluffy more serious and im so sorry !! I got super carried away so I’m sorry if this isn’t how you wanted it! also its not proofread in the slightest.

wc : 2.2k

Abby had a habit of tagging along with you on long practice days, spending her time watching the team go over their routine or doing homework silently so as to not disturb anyone. It was a guilty pleasure, to be completely honest, as she loved to watch you do your thing on the ice- wondering how someone so usually reserved could shine so brightly under pressure. If she’d had the gall, she would've compared you to a diamond. That seemed to be less than fitting, seeing as there was no time in your life she could ever consider you rough or dull. To her, no matter what you were doing, it was showstopping.

It was no different today, she sat on the far side of the rink in silence as her airpod blared music into her ear. She’d gotten into the habit of using one instead of two in case she was needed, which was rare, but it did happen. At some point, the words of 'let it die' by the foo-fighters faded from her attention as she brought herself to peer through the plexiglass to scan the groups of girls for you. She usually had a knack for finding you almost instantly, but today you seemed to be tucked somewhere she couldn’t see as the music for the first routine began to blare over the speakers.

She couldn’t recognize the song as she watched the groups skim over the ice gracefully, performing stunts she was sure she’d never be able to do even with the amount of training she’d been through on the ice. It always put your dedication into perspective, long nights in the rink mixed with early morning workout sessions to keep you at your best- it took a lot to do what you did but you never complained. Not once had she ever seen you unhappy about what you do, with that, she made a mental note to herself to tell you more often how much she admired you.

You, on the other hand, were not feeling so graceful. With a face full of stray hairs from your impossibly loose bun and a uniform coated in tiny ice shards from the girl in front of you digging her skates into the ice- you’d almost had enough. It wasn’t often you had bad days at practice, but when it rained it poured. Seeing as a monsoon seemed to be occurring, you’d been pushing as hard as you could to just make it through this practice and take it back home in one piece. Though, it seemed to be increasingly difficult when the girl before you (yeah, ice shard girl) kept doing her spins a little too loosely and letting her blades come a little too close to your legs.

“Okay, listen, you guys are too far apart. I think we need to come in a little closer.” The coach called out, halting the music before it even got to the halfway mark. That was a clear sign that she hated what was happening, seeing as she at least gave it to the halfway mark to really come together. More stopping meant longer practice which meant Abby would have to carry you home in a bucket of your own tears by the time you were allowed to leave the ice.

You huffed slightly, pushing back the flyaways in a manner that did relatively nothing, before getting back to your original mark. By now, the girl in front of you was so close you could hear her snippy chatter with who you could assume was her friend on her left side.

“She’s totally blocking you from spinning.”

“No, because I was literally thinking the same thing, like, she needs to get it together.”

“For real, like first she shows up to practice looking like that, and now she’s being a total clutz on the ice.”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if you-”

The music beginning drew you from their not-so-private conversation, pushing your mind back to the task at hand before allowing yourself a small glance towards the benches. From your spot, you could see your girlfriend shuffling music on her phone before bringing her attention back to the ice- watching carefully.

Abby was a little bored, her usual girlfriend watching activities halted by the change in density- making it ten times harder for her to find you, so she bobbed back and forth between half-assing her chemistry homework and watching the routine play out. Not that she minded, either way, she’d be able to take you home tonight and admire you then- as she always did. Some might call her cheesy or overly affectionate but she knew you didn’t mind, even liking the way she’d always look for you in a crowd.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You hissed quietly, barely audible over the music as you just barely missed the girl in front of you’s skate. She’d released too early and you weren’t in place to be out of the way just yet, causing the blade to almost skim the sensitive skin of your ankle before you moved away and into your next mark. If you didn’t know any better, you’d be thinking that she was doing it on purpose- but that just wasn’t possible. Everyone on the team knew how dangerous blade cuts were, especially since you had to sit through an entire hour-long seminar on rink safety to even audition for the team.

Even the idea made you wince, urging you to fuck up choreo just to avoid her completely. It was definitely an option. Though, you didn’t get to think about it too long before you felt yourself hit the ice.

Abby watched the entire thing, mouth wide open as she saw the girl's leg fall too early during her move to slash a gash across your thigh. She couldn’t find the will to breathe as she jerked her lone airpod out and let her things fall to the ground before practically throwing herself onto the ice. She’d barely made it onto the ice before she heard a terrified scream fall from your mouth, probably from the sight of the blood that had begun to spill from your thigh and onto the ice. “Oh shit.”

You didn’t feel it until you saw it, eyes glazing over at the sight of the cut. It didn’t look deep enough to need stitches but it sure as hell was deep enough to cause a scene- drawing a scream from your lips unconsciously as the blood created a massive red spot on the previously pristine ice, the sight was enough to make you faint- but as you glanced around for help you saw the other girls staring horrified.

“Girls, get out of the way!” Your coach shouted, pushing past them with a first aid kit that seemed to manifest out of nowhere. You didn’t even see her leave the ice, she was so fast. She knelt down beside you, ignoring the blood as it seeped into her sweatpants.

You almost fainted, vision slightly blurry as you let your head fall back on the ice, only coming into focus when you saw a familiar silhouette pushing past your teammates who stood, continuing to stare, at the scene. “Abby, hey.” You murmured, watching as she audibly reacted to the depth of the cut.

“Did someone call a fucking ambulance?” She shouted, startling a couple of the girls who were close enough to be useful. Her face was two shades paler, making her look sickly as she tried to remain calm. As a hockey player, she’d seen far too many skate incidents, learning that the blades were more than enough to break the skin and even arteries if aimed correctly. That seemed to be her biggest fear now, as she watched the coach clean and dress the wound temporarily. Though, as the gauze met your wound it soaked with crimson, making her stomach churn slightly.

You bit back a morbid laugh, swallowing thickly as you spared a quick glance at your uniform that now sported random splotches of blood that you guessed splattered when the initial impact happened. It was comical considering how many times you’d chided Abby in the past couple of weeks about wearing her padding properly, worried about this exact result. For some reason, you never even considered that it would happen to you. Funny how things pan out.

The coach shed her jacket, dropping it onto the ice to soak up some of the blood before pressing down onto the cut to provide some pressure- much to your dismay. “Did she stutter? Go call an ambulance for Christ's sake.” She sighed, glancing up to see how you seemed to be doing- letting out a relieved breath to see that you were still conscious.

“Hey.” Abby hummed quietly, hearing the music cut off finally and the rink fall into silence only disturbed by quiet murmuring. She moved her hands to push the hair from your sweaty forehead, feeling in the same brush the chill that had entered your skin. “When I said ‘cut it up’ I didn't mean it so literally.” She attempted a joke, her laugh coming out uneasy as she referenced your conversation from earlier.

You laughed quietly, giving a small shrug as you began to regain some color to your face. “What can I say? I follow instructions to a T.” The patch-up job your coach did seemed to be working as you felt your body will with warmth again, attempting to fight off the icy chill of the ice below you (not to mention your sudden lack of blood).

She shook her head, biting the inside of her lip roughly before glancing around at the girls. The girl responsible looked like she was going to be ill, her bloody skate discarded on the floor by the exit as she regained her composure. “Hey, how did this happen?” She spoke again, leaning down slightly to cover some of her words. Though, yes, she did see the girl drop her leg too early- something seemed off to her. The entire situation having been weird from the start.

“Too close, that girl kept getting mad that I was fucking up her spins or something.” You whispered, glancing over to where they sat now- facing away from the ice. “They were talking shit about me before we restarted the routine.” You told her, leaving out all of the mostly unimportant details.

Abby clicked her tongue against her teeth, nodding slightly as she looked back down at you, giving you a soft smile. “No need to worry about that, pretty.” She hummed, hearing the sound of sirens getting closer to the rink. Someone she didn’t notice must've finally called, thank god. “You took that like a champ though, I've seen grown men pass out from cuts smaller than that.” She praised, watching as the blush color rose back into your cheeks- making her let out a small sigh of relief.

“Will you call my parents and let them know what happened? They were supposed to come see me perform at the game this weekend but I don't think that's gonna happen.” You asked, attempting to sit up but failing as it sent a sharp pain through your leg. You made a mental note to sue that girl, especially if this caused your exit from cheering. “I don’t want them to worry though.”

She nodded, tearing her eyes from yours as she watched the paramedics enter and hustle down the walkway to the rink. “Of course, pretty girl. You focus on them, okay? I’ll follow behind them in the car so I can take you home afterward.” She explained, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before getting to her feet to move out of their way.

Abby let you fade from her sight as she focused her attention on the girls who sat unmoving in the team lot. She didn't know them personally but she sure as hell was about to as she shuffled over to the exit door- taking them by surprise momentarily.

“The fuck do you want?” One of them, the less bright one she assumed, spoke- causing the other girl to shush her almost instantly.

She sat nervously on the bench, one skate still laced and firmly on her foot whilst the other one leaked blood onto the ice right outside the door. If Abby didn’t know any better, she would've thought it was an accident. Based on the reaction from the girl now and the sight of it all, though her friends reaction solidified her original assumptions. “Allison, just shut up.” She stated firmly, voice trembling as she wrung her hands. “We’re so sorry, It was just supposed to be-”

“Shut up and listen,” Abby growled, leaning down to their level as she prepared to spell out what was going to happen to them. “You are going to go to coach and tell her exactly what happened, I’ll know if you lie because I fucking watched it. Then, you’re going to go home and wait for my fucking lawyers to call. Think you could do that?”

Was it maybe overkill, yes. Did she care, absolutely not.

The girls nodded, faces warped into a mortified look as they scampered back onto the ice- the main girl almost tripping on her discarded skate.

Abby drew her phone from her pocket, shooting her dad a quick SOS text before dialing up your parents, listening to the dull tone ring before your mother finally picked up.

“Hey! Not to worry you but..”

[drowninginblox]

HideDuo HCs bc we are going through it

The March drought is getting to me y'all. I don't know about all y'all but the anniversary isn't the best thing ever, especially with the Hatsune Miku incident.

I think we deserve a little treat for being dedicated to our favorite roommates. Hence these ramblings.

The following applies to the OSMP characters, not actual streamers themselves. This is gonna be very all over the place, overall cursed, and is projecting. I hope yall enjoy-

Fit:

Can play any sport, but hates all of them (except for ice skating, he fucking loves it but he'll never admit it and he can't skate for shit)

Has read fanfiction before

Knows about dreamsmp lore but doesn't know what it all means in context, very much "Did you know a guy fucked a salmon and had a fox as a child?" "He started a country later? The fish fucker???"

Is into more fru fru coffee drinks than he lets on. Like- fuck yea 9/10 times that mother fucker be drinking that shit black, but he loves some good pumpkin spice- tooty fruity-cuchie deluci frappuccino. He'd only give in around sunny tho.

Was a smoker for a hot minute, quit tho when the ashes nearly lit a TNT. Hasn't picked it up since

Is a slut for pig step

Has read The Art of War

Had a celebrity crush on Philza. He still has it but it's defo diminished since he knows him personally.

Showers daily. I don't care that he's a war-torn mf, that man loves taking showers and will never pass up the opportunity to get one.

Has a poster of Miku Binder Jefferson. Someone gave it to him as a secret Santa present and he has no idea who or what to do with it. He's tempted to burn it but he's kind of afraid of it. It's so cursed that it shows up in his nightmares.

He thinks about Forever a lot more than he wants to admit. He's afraid of the possibility of turning into a monster since he was exposed to the black concert a lot. He understands the fear is irrational since it was long ago but the intrusive thought lingers.

He's thought about marriage in general and with Pac. He'd never admit it but he planned out everything from the venue to the music to the vows. He'd easily swipe it all away if Pac said he had an idea of what he wanted it to be like.

is fluent in Morse code

Knows sign language

Hearing aids mf

Has a family somewhere out there, one that he lost or left only to be dumped into TB2T

Loves crosswords, especially during breakfast and right after Ramon goes to bed.

His favorite smell is cinnamon and cocoa butter

Believes in Herobrine

Can't do long division to save his life

Hates the sound of Velcro

Pac:

Likes the Pacman TV show

Smells like cinnamon and cocoa butter

Has too many scars from the cats he's owned over the years.

Married Mike for tax reasons in the past. They play it up that they're bitter divorcés from time to time

Doesn't shower as often as he should, not because he hates it but because he has a long routine and enjoys baths far more

Enjoys tea and coffee equally

Was a homestuck fan (yesIFUCKINGDIDTHATTOHIMWHATAREYAGONNADO???)

Gay awakening was Rufio from Hook

watches Reading Rainbow as an adult

paints on his prosthetic all the damn time

Has a Post-it note collection. He barely uses them but he has a rainbow of them and each color represents a member of the island.

Has a sticker collection

Always carries small snacks for his pocket dude (I heard about this through the wiki, apparently Pac has a pocket boy? If not then he does now lmao) mostly gummy bears and crackers

Is afraid of the ocean. Idk why that just sounds right for him and if it is it recontextualizes the date he had w fit lol

knows Morse code

Knows some phrases in American sign language (fit is teaching him / is learning for fit, whichever is cuter)

Has hacked into a government-locked server, left lobster porn in place of any files he took. Idk which government it was or why he did it, but he did and they haven't recovered since

Is the type to listen to Jon Bellion and Talor Swift. No, i will not elaborate

Has very vivid daydreams. Aside from drugs and PTSD, he has some really nice ones all on his own. Mostly about Fit tbh.

[apollos-olives]

i really liked hearing you talking about the geography of the west bank. id love to hear more about what you love about palestine if you want to talk about it. if not i hope u have a good day! i’m sorry anons are being so weird to you and i hope this ask doesn’t cross any boundaries

i've talked about a lottt of different things i love about palestine, but i can talk a bit more about the old city in nablus if you'd like :)

the old city is where you go if you want to find anything and everything. there are hundreds of shops and vendors and you get to meet so many different people and experience so many different things, it's so cool. over the shops and buildings are decorations and long cloths and banners that are colored in so many different ways, and they provide shade on hot days and sometimes the colors reflect off of the buildings and the ground so everywhere you go you're engulfed in bright and beautiful colors as you walk through the streets.

you can find a lot of different shops there, and they usually have huge portions of their products on display so you can pick and choose personally and serve yourself on what you'd like to buy. people who sell spices or nuts have HUGE bags of them and you get to grab a plastic kilo bag and fill up as much as you'd like. people who sell candy and gummies do the same thing, so you get to choose however much you want to fill up your bag. my family almost never is able to eat gummies where we live because it's not halal, so whenever we're in palestine we fill up kilos upon kilos of gummies in bags so we can take them back home and eat them :)) my uncle says the gummies they sell in palestine aren't halal either but whatever man where is the whimsy 😔😔 let us have this. the last time my dad went, he came back with a kilo bag of gummies after i asked him to bring some when he returned, so for months i kept the bag of gummies and slowly ate them. i finished the bag a while ago but i loveeeee gummies and whenever i find ones i'm allowed to eat, i'm very excited about it. i cannot escape my inner child.

there are many refreshments that you can find too. in the summers lots of vendors sell ice cream and slushies (as most places do, i assume) and different juices, one of them is 'tamar hindi' which is a drink you'll often see around ramadan and eid. there are stores that sell different pickled vegetables in barrels, and they'll even let you take some out directly and eat them so you can taste and choose which ones you prefer. of course there are lots of food places, but ohhhh my god there was one shawarma place in nablus that i went to that had the BEST shawarma i've ever eaten in my life. like by FAR it was one of the most delicious things i've ever eaten in my entire life and i'm not exaggerating. i yearn for a shawarma as good as the one i had in nablus. wallahi it was genuinely mind blowing. yall don't understand how good it was. i cry and sob over it all the time.

you can also find lots of clothes!! from our traditional palestinian abayas to modern t-shirts, you can find tons. a lot of the stuff that is sold in palestinian territories is bootleg, because real brands are hard to find their way in through the occupation. because of that, some of the more "modern" stuff is really low quality. i bought a belt from the old city and only was able to wear it once before it literally crumbled in my hands. it CRUMBLED. for 50 shekel too 😭😭😭 absolute shame. that's why i think it's more reliable to buy the traditional stuff, like tatreez designs, because at least that stuff is actually real.

there are jewlery shops too!! they're full of gorgeous designs and you can often find evil eye jewelry in a lot of places. i absolutely love the evil eye design and i have a lotttt of evil eye jewelry. some muslims disapprove though, but whatever. i just think it looks nice. i like its meaning too. interesting stuff to me.

palestinians use different types of currencies too!! we often use the israeli shekel, but that's slowly becoming out of use 🤷‍♂️ but we also use the jordanian dinar, and we even use american dollars, usd, to buy stuff.

OH LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE KNAFEH SHOP !! nablus is famous for knafeh. we're like. THE knafeh city. there's a very VERY famous old white-bearded man who owns the famous knafeh shop of nablus and you can almost always find him every day making knafeh. his place always has a huge amount of people there, watching him as he makes the knafeh right in front of them and then serves it out to everyone. genuinely THE knafeh of all time. him and his knafeh are a very cherished part of our city.

i'm sure there are MANY more things i can go on about, but i hope this was interesting to you! thank you for asking :)

[svmjaeyvn]

love maze, s.jy.

chapter two pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: tbd (series)

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genre: college!au, mutual friends, fake dating, smut.

synopsis: an unfortunate encounter, drunken mistakes, and a sort of (definitely) stalker leads jake sim ‘dating’ his best friend’s childhood crush.

or, your life gets intertwined with a rich boy’s in attempt to not get sued by his crazy personal fangirl and like with all good cliches, sex overcomplicates things.

contents: smut, sort of strangers to fuck buddies to lovers pipeline, childhood best friend!jay, mentions of best friend! yunjin, curly haired & mixed reader, uni!au, rich nepo baby!jake, enha frat boys, lots of kissing, fake dating turning into fwb real quick, totally way too into it for it to be fake early on, big booty reader that’s jake’s obsessed with, partying and alcohol use, slight violence, he fell first and harder trope, stem bf & writer gf, (kinda overly) possessive jake, some angst to spice things up, daddy issues, hyper independent reader who struggles with her feelings, fluff and happy ending!!

a/n: hello~ i’ve never been a tumblr girly but i have went through my w*ttpad era back in 2018 so bare with me y’all. this will be a series but not that long (i hope) so pls look forward to it. warning tags will be placed before each “chapter” to specify what to expect. pls pls reblog and interact, i’d love to have feedback and see what your thoughts are. okay! yay, for now enjoy and thank you sm :D

MDNI, 18+

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CHAPTER TWO: INTOXICATING

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word count: 1.9k

warnings: alcohol, partying, mentions of yeonjun for funzies, jake thinking with his dick even after what just happened so sort of questionable???

a/n: bare with me i’m trying to build the plot a little bit

YOU DIDN’T KNOW how you ended up back at the frat house. Truly, the party was in full swing and after dealing with the encounter that you did, it would've made the most sense to go home and cry it all out, maybe eat some ice cream for dinner and watch a few romcoms. But that wasn't the case due to Yunjin sending you a text saying how she wouldn't be coming home for the night, the date seemingly going well and you didn't have it in you to ruin her night by telling her of yours.

Thus, uncomfortable with being left alone, you opted to go the other route and surround yourself with as many people as possible. Though, the boys hadn't wandered far, keeping you in sight at all times and Jay particularly staying by your side no matter how many times you told him to still enjoy himself knowing how much of a social butterfly he was a majority of the time. Your work uniform was disregarded in his room, changed into a spare pair of flare jeans and lacy top to fit in with the party, courtesy of the few clubbing nights you went to with him and ended up spending the night, leaving your clothes in his dirty laundry after stealing large hoodies and sweats.

All bad things could be washed away with alcohol, or so they said. Thus, you were on your fourth round of shots in the last 30 minutes with a random group who made their way in the kitchen, never one to have been a lightweight but typically better at timing your drinking. Jay was growing particularly antsy by your actions, knowing you were acting out of the need to forget but he didn't want to let you drink irresponsibly.

"Why don't you slow down a bit, yeah teeny?" Jay asks, leaned close to your ear for you to hear over the loud blaring of music. Attempting to take away the can of Twisted Tea, something you typically hated by the taste but tonight didn't seem to care, while you pull it back with a pointed look.

"I'm fine," You emphasize, words clear and steady, the alcohol not hitting you yet much to your relief. Glancing around, you make eye contact with the umpteenth girl who had been shooting daggers your way for keeping Jay occupied thus far. "If you don't go away I'm gonna end up getting jumped tonight by your fangirls," You add with a small snort.

Jay followed your gaze, turning to the girl who's face morphed from a glare into a sickenly sweet smile as she waved at him with a bite of her lip, attempting to be seductive but he merely snorts at the gesture. "Pretty sure she got chlamydia from a dude in the drama department,"

You scrunched up your nose, finding the information one you didn't need to know. "At least you know better than to fuck anyone that offers," Taking a long sip of your drink once more, the slight burn in your throat becoming easier to bare. "Alright, I'm gonna go dance. You go do anything else,"Jay shakes his head almost immediately causing you to send him a bored look. "I'm fine dude, honest. You need to stop worrying so much. Nothing actually happened,"

"You're not in the right headspace," He protests but you let out a small snort.

"Jesus, dude, you act like an overprotective brother,"

"I am!" Jay defends while you shake your head.

"We're not even related!" You shoot back but his jaw drops in offense.

"We were born a week apart, our moms have been friends since high school. We're basically twins, I know you better than yourself," He lists off, deeply concerned by the way you were disregarding your twins in another life theory that your families always joked of since you were young.

"I'm definitely not your twin, you know why?" You start, standing up from the kitchen island with a small smirk playing at your lips. Your head began to feel fuzzy, the start of your buzz coming and the tension from earlier leaving you slowly but surely. "I'm hotter," You finish, a cocky look playing at your features while Jay rolls his eyes.

"Right, and which one of us gets laid?"

"Hey!" You hiss, waggling a finger in his direction. "I don't hook up by choice. Y'all are nasty,"

"And because you're a hermit who doesn't see the light of day," He snickers causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

Decidedly having enough of the banter, you merely spin on the heels of your feet. "Bye Jay!" You call over your shoulder making your way toward the living room which was lively and loud, body's meshed together and dancing to whatever song that was blaring through the speakers that sounded through the house.

Jay let out a sigh of defeat, pulling out his phone to do a headcount of where everyone was. Thankfully, Heeseung and Jake were in the general area you were, him asking them to keep an eye on you for the time being and getting a thumbs up in response.

Heeseung was on the dance floor, a random girl he never met before tonight swaying herself pressed up against his hips. He looked lively, a few more shots in and just wanting to mess around for the time being. You spotted the tall boy momentarily in the jumble of people who nodded over to you ensuring that you were okay, a nod you returned reassuring him and he took it as enough to go back to his business.

Meanwhile, Jake was on the sidelines, leaned up against the wall as he spotted you the moment you walked over. Far too caught up with the events from earlier, he found it hard to enjoy himself, feeling partially sorry for you but also having an unpleasant pit in his stomach, not necessarily angry but he couldn't exactly pinpoint it.

He continued to sip at the cup of punch Jungwon had conducted up, only drinking it due to how excited the younger boy was of his creation but it was entirely too strong for anyone to stomach more than one cup.

His eyes continued to glance over you, taking in each of your curves that was showed off by the tightness of your jeans. They hugged your ass in the right places, emphasizing the perky shape before beginning to flare out from the knee down. The lacy black top was cropped, showing a good portion of your stomach due to the mid rise of your pants, the deep v-plunge neckline providing more to the imagination in seeing your breast that were pushed up with your bra. The shiny gleam that came off of your naval piercing catching Jake by surprise, having to do a double take to ensure he was seeing things correctly.

You were attractive, that was obvious enough. Although slightly shameful, he couldn't help but rake his eyes over you, thoughts filling his head imagining what it would be like to have you under him, staring up with that daze-y doe eyed look that would make him bend to of any of your desires.

But there was a problem with that. He wasn't the only one with eyes, able to see you and the way you swayed your body to the music, your tiny waist and full thighs that he wanted to die between if so lucky. Jake took note of the few guys who's glances began to wander toward you, even ones who had already claimed their fuck buddies for the night and danced alongside them all while drooling at you who danced by yourself.

He watched as a familiar face make his way toward you. Choi Yeonjun, cool dude to be friends with, horrible guy to date. His reputation preceded him in more ways than one, notorious for stringing girls along week by week and the worst part was they knew of his doings. It was embarrassing how they fought to be his newest toy for the day, a sort of achievement to the girls he's strung along to say they've ticked hooking up with Yeonjun off their list.

Yeah, not happening. Jake didn't know if it was due to him still feeling protective due to you unintentionally calling him for help, or rather the more sinful thoughts that passed through his head moments ago and not wanting to sit and watch you to become a new trophy to a guy like Choi Yeonjun.

Picking himself up from where he was leaned back, Jake took a large swig of his now lukewarm concoction of liquors. Weaving his way through the crowd, he pushes his way to you just as Yeonjun stops in front of your view.

Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, Jake leans close to your ear. "Go along with it," He whispers, catching you by surprise as you were previously engrossed by the music in your own little world, unaware that two of the most lusted over guys at the party were having a silent debate over you at the moment.

Feeling the alcohol now coursing through your bloodstream, you obliged by Jake's words. Continuing on without a word of protest, though you did take the red solo cup from his hand and took a sip from it as you adapted to dancing with him now. Scrunching up your nose upon the drink hitting your tongue, you look at Jake with an incredulous look of disgust in his beverage choices causing him to laugh.

"Jungwon made it," He explains with a small shrug, leaning dangerously close to your face as his breath lightly fanned against your lips. Peering over your shoulder, a small smirk plays at his features seeing as Yeonjun had disappeared from your sight, decidedly giving up on any sort of chance he was attempting to have with you for the night.

"It sucks," You respond back and yet still take another sip, this time longer as you quickly swallow it without time for it to settle on your tongue. Jake's smile turns into one of amusement, watching as you handled the alcohol as if it were nothing before you placed the cup back in his hold. "You either dance with me or go away, your pissing contest with that dude is over now,"

Jake raised a brow. "Pissing contest?"

"You know, marking territory that's not yours," You shoot back, a bored look sent to him as he sheepishly shrugs. "I don't need you being protective like Jay. For one, we barely know each other and two, I'm not that much of an idiot to hook up with Choi Yeonjun no matter how badly I need to get laid. So you either shut up and dance with me or you go away,"

Already rather blunt as it was, the second you got alcohol in your system you tended to be more unfiltered than necessary. Jake finds amusement in your confession but your eyes seem so certain. Though the slight gleam in them as you looked up caused his stomach to do a flip, one that caused him to not think clearly.

Jake didn't respond, instead his arm slips down from your shoulders down to your waist, snaking around and encasing your body against his own. A small smile perks at your lips, sighing blissfully at his lack of commentary and rather allowing you to do as pleased.

"Good choice," You mumble out, breath fanning against his neck as your arms lazily drape from his neck, brining your bodies dangerously close to one another though neither of you minded.

After all, having a little fun with a hot guy never hurt anyone, right?

[flowersandbigteeth]

So Vass and his Dumpling going out into town and his Dumpling he's a booth. As it happens the booth has a Drider selling Betta fish. How would Vass react to his Dumpling asking to get one. It would give his dumpling something to do (which Vass may or may not get jealous of the attention the Betta is getting from HIS Dumpling). Would he let his Dumpling get a Betta?

This is really cute, lol! Driders don't keep other pets, they do keep livestock, however, and I really liked this idea...so I adjusted it just a bit to fit cannon <3

Drider (Vass) x GN reader

Word Count: 900

💕 SFW MASTERPOST 💕

W: sfw monster fluff, raw meat discussion and description, lobster content

All around the meat market was full of carnage and blood. It was quite frightening to be honest, but driders ate their meat raw so on Sundays hunters flooded in from the mountains with their catches to sell and other vendors took the opportunity to share their wares, as well.

There were bright red slabs of venison on hooks and even human thighs displayed on ice. You shuddered and buried your face in Vass’s chest. He absently stroked your hair and hummed as he shopped. 

At home, he’d been trying out all sorts of cuisine for you. Pyldris was far more metropolitan than the city you’d lived in before. The market had a variety of spices and the meat selection was much more varied, including boar meat, forest fowl, and venison.  

After you got lost the last time, he hadn’t allowed you to walk on your own feet through the colony. You were always strapped to his back or front by soft silk threads.

Occasionally he let you sit on his abdomen and cling to his waist when your legs needed a stretch. At that moment, you were happy to be securely bound to him where you wouldn’t be mistaken as livestock.

“Look at this, Dumpling” he said in his soft voice. 

You glanced up and he was showing you a bunch of tanks of live seafood.

“These came all the way from the ocean,” he explained, letting you get a good look at the fish swimming around in the tanks. There were some crustaceans, too, a blue one with big claws that you quite liked the look of. 

“What are they for?” you asked, enamored with the strange creatures. 

You’d seen fish in the river before, but none like this. They were larger and more colorful. The blue crustacean was so strange. It looked like it was waving at you with its big claws. 

He chuckled. 

“For eating of course,” he said, “seafood is best when fresh so you ship it live.”

You gasped, your eyes going wide and wet. 

“They are going to eat them?” you whimpered. 

He looked down at you and frowned. 

“Where do you think your meat comes from?” he asked, “it was all living once.” 

You pouted. You knew this as a trapper, you’d killed plenty of forest fowl and rabbits. Still, you empathized with the chunky blue crustacean and stared at him with your lip out.  

His big black eyes spoke to you, you couldn’t tear your gaze away. Vass looked between you and the creature. 

“That’s a lobster,” he said, “do you want to try eating it?” 

You stared up at him with horror in your face. 

“Hey, are you just gonna stand there…or-” an impatient drider asked since you were blocking the display. 

Vass stepped to the side and the drider ordered a few fish and finally the lobster. 

“Nooooo,” you gasped without meaning to, tears filling your eyes. 

Vass blinked at you, then at the lobster, and without thinking stopped the other drider. 

“Let me buy the lobster from you,” he said, surprising himself. 

He did not like the ugly thing and he certainly did not like that you seemed to be fascinated by it. 

“I was going to eat it for dinner,” the drider said, as the fishmonger bagged it up in a big plastic bag with water. 

“I’ll pay double,” Vass replied, wincing. 

The drider shrugged and handed over the lobster in the bag. Vass sighed as he forked over twice the cost of the thing. 

“Well what shall we do with it now?” he asked, holding it up with one of his legs and examining it with disgust. 

“We rescued it,” you explained, “We have to make it a home.” 

Vass looked at you and then at the lobster and frowned. 

“You realize it’s for eating?” he asked, “it’s not a pet. I’m not letting you name it, you’ll get attached. We can keep it for a while then we have to eat it.” 

You blinked up at him with wide, wet, sparkling eyes and he took in a deep breath through his nose. He didn’t say anything else, leaving the market and continuing to glare at the lobster. You were afraid he might dump it in the trash until he stopped at a livestock supply store. 

He grumpily haggled with the shop owner for a tank that would fit the creature and some lights, then grumbled some more as he hauled all of the stuff the salesman suggested home with you. 

A few hours later you were gazing at a very pretty tank lined with blue rocks and a few plants, feeding the lobster the food the salesman suggested. It was nestled next to the advertisement you’d made Vass put up in the corner of your cave. 

He unhappily watched you watch the lobster for a while, before he got kind of interested in it himself or at least interested in the fact that you were interested in it. 

He wove you both a hammock and arranged you as his little spoon so you could gaze at it together, while he brushed his fingers through your hair and wondered what he could possibly have been thinking. Then he looked down at your happy face, lit up by the light of the tank and forgot what he’d been upset about. 

“What do you want to name it, Dumpling?” he asked, toying with your earlobes, which he’d always thought were kind of an odd human trait. You looked up at him surprised. 

“I can name it?” you asked, “but you said we had to eat him…” 

“Forget what I said, what do you think? What about Bug-eyes or Ditch Crawler?” 

You giggled at his horrible names. 

“Ummm…I was thinking Blue.” 

“Blue?” 

He laughed at how simple you could be sometimes.

 “Okay…Blue it is,” he said, snuggling up with you so you could gaze at the lobster until you fell asleep. 

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

Do you have any food preference HCs? Like I think Craig would be a very picky eater, wouldn't like much seasoning, etc. Kraft mac n' cheese, chicken nuggets, and pb&j sandwiches are his best friend. Was curious if you have any ideas like that about him or the other characters bc I've been loving reading your HCs so far :)

hmm,,, i have a coffee preference post here regarding stan and kyle, but here are some other hcs i have (:

Kenny:

he has a very diverse pallet. he likes just about any food you give him unless its like, boiled unseasoned potatoes, but he'll still eat it. not particularly picky, but he does have preference for spicier foods or anything with loud and/or complex flavor profiles. he loves flavor bombs!

Cartman:

sweets and savory all the way. hes a southern comfort food enjoyer and a fructose fiend. everything from fried chicken, shepards pie, and ham to ice cream, and blackberry cobbler is on his wishlist. hes mildly picky in that hes not a fan of middle eastern or mediterranean food or things that are "out of his comfort zone." but he's still a big spice eater and loves mexican food in particular.

Kyle:

he was raised to not be picky because it's considered rude, but he's pretty picky in nature so he just learned to get around it. has some sensory issues regarding some cooking styles of vegetables and texture stuff. cant do cooked celery or onion because of the texture unless its finely minced, pureed, or powdered. not a fan of fish because he ate so much of it growing up, and because his mom would make these salmon patties that had would have bones in them so now any time he eats salmon or any fish he feels the need to vomit. (these are real btw. my family and many others made them. they had bones that you were supposed to just eat because they were crunchy enough to do so. nightmarish food istg.)

he also goes kosher in middle school when he connects more with his faith so... no more denny's bacon specials lmao.

Stan:

definitely more picky then the other four when it comes to flavor. doesn't like spicy foods and hates the texture of onions so he has to use minced, pureed, or powdered in recipes. he has the cilantro gene which makes visits to kyle's family for dinner pretty embarrassing. he doesn't like to make a big deal about it but he HAS to tell ms broflovski because if something even has a whiff of cilantro the entire meal tastes like soap and stink bug chemicals. sheila is very understanding of this and doesn't mind too much because the flavor of cilantro can be easily replicated with other herbs/spices. also has a huge vendetta against celery. it does NOT just "taste green" kyle, it's WEIRD and SHARP and the cooked texture is GROSS! hates steamed broccoli but tries to get over that in high school by eating it in frozen meals to get accustomed to it. not a big fan of things that are too sweet. sweets are best when they're just sweet enough to be yummy but not overpowering or super rich. the only "rich" sweet he likes is chocolate torte, and ONLY with black coffee to balance it out and it HAS to be in small alternating bites: like bite of torte, sip of coffee, bite of torte, sip of coffee, and so on.

Craig:

very restricted diet that sticks mostly to bland safe foods. every day for lunch he eats one of those uncrustable pb&js or honey and peanut butter. surprisingly a lot of his safe foods are vegetables of some sort because he ate them a lot as a little kid so hes accustomed to them and they feel "fresher" than other foods that can be overstimulating. they cant be cooked though, only raw. so he loves those veggie platters. broccoli is crossing the line a bit for him though because of the odd texture, so that's iffy for him. carrot sticks, celery, and ice berg lettuce are great though. some other non-veggie safe foods are white meat chicken or turkey, and instant mashed potatoes. he cant do normal mashed potatoes because they taste almost... smotheringly starchy?? the same with baked potatoes. but instant Idahoan brand instant mashed potatoes are lighter and smoother with a different taste. he can do cooked green beans as long as they still taste green and weren't cooked in a broth/grease of any sort, but he cant do peas because they're too mushy and weird.

[husbandhoshi]

ok 2:45pm and mingyu. take your pick as far as mood goes haha

[2:45]

“i will actually reach across the counter and strangle the next person who yells at me about a pumpkin spice latte.” you slam the coffee pot you’re holding on the counter (as gently as possible. you cannot deal with spill number four of the day).

“please do,” yeri says. “i would pay you to do that.”

it’s a busy wednesday at the cafe you work at, which is normally fine and good, except your manager forgot to restock the caramel sauce and you’re out of croissants already and for some reason people are already bugging you about fall drinks in the middle of july.

then, as if the universe has a big red sniper laser pointed to your forehead, the phone rings for the seemingly twentieth time this hour. yeri’s got her head five miles deep in the fridge, so you pick it up and summon your best customer service voice.

“hi, welcome to—”

you hear a laugh on the other end, and you are so over the whole thing until it goes quiet and then you hear a quiet babe? you still there?

and then you realize it’s your man written by a woman husband kim mingyu, who of course calls you at work to cheer you up because he can’t be real. you still pinch yourself every morning.

“oh my god, yes, sorry, gyu,” you stammer. “sorry. it’s been…a day.”

“don’t be sorry, honey,” he says, and you can swear you can physically hear his pout on the other end of the line. “called to say i miss you.”

you hear some commotion on his end, and you try to parse out what he’s doing—maybe grocery shopping for dinner, maybe even fighting with a fitted sheet fresh out of the laundry. the image of him in his frilly apron surrounded by folded clothes brings you unspeakable joy, and you smile for maybe the first time today.

“i miss you too.” you watch yeri ring up an iced mocha and wiggle her eyebrows at you like she’s in second grade. “is everything ok?”

“yeah,” he says, and you realize he must be in his car because you hear the jingle of his five pound keychain (he loves those little charms, and you’ve bought him one too many). “wanted to see if you had time for one more order?”

no, i don’t, you think, but it’s mingyu and you’d do anything for the man. “anything for you,” is your lovesick reply, even though you already bring him an army’s worth of food home from work.

you absentmindedly look out the window of the cafe overlooking the parking lot. that car looks a lot like mingyu’s, is your first thought. your second is, man, that guy looks a lot like my husband.

“can i get five minutes of your time? and maybe a kiss?”

you look at the man outside again and realize it is, in fact, your darling husband. in one hand is the phone, and in the other, a bouquet of flowers bigger than both your heads put together.

and on his face is his wicked smile with his wicked snaggletooth and you think you will die of happiness on the spot.

“well?”

“hmm…i can squeeze you in.” then you hang up because yeri’s pointing at him through the window as if you had no idea he was even there.

“does he have a brother?” she teases, and then she tells you to get the hell out of there and say hi to your husband before he steals all the customers.

(you do. you hug and kiss and he looks at you like you are the moon, even though you’re down four espresso shots and in a parking lot. he does that thing where he presses his forehead to yours and calls you his everything and your heart melts to the ground.

and then your five minutes is up and you’re back to work, but he still waves at you as he drives off, almost clocking a fire hydrant in his enthusiasm. that’s my husband, you announce to the entire cafe, still oohing and aahing.)

[rowdyhughesy]

Meet me in Toronto - Jamie Drysdale

part one

“ love, love isn’t having butterflies all the time. I think love is calm. Love is comfortable. I could sit in silence with you for the rest of our lives and it would mean more than a thousand words with anyone else “

- anon

Word count: 707

It felt unfamiliar, odd for the girl to be back in Toronto. To be back in the streets she used to call home, buildings that held so many memories from her childhood. Summers spent eating ice cream at the small parlour down the street from her old house, movie nights in the basement with her best friends.

The summer with Jamie.

There is a life before Jamie and a life after Jamie, she longs for the life before. When she didn't feel so hollow and restless.

Maybe it's the need for closure that brought her back to Toronto or to torture herself even more with the ghost of Jamie, it's hard to tell at this point.

So she lets herself practically be dragged by the collar of her T-shirt by her friends. They're giggling and talking amongst themselves. Not paying attention to her falling behind, gaze far away and stuck inside her own head.

It's not until one of the friends throws her arm around the girls shoulder leaning her head on hers. Skin sticky with sweat from the summer heat and the small amount of wind doing bare minimum to cook them down.

"So tell me Y/N/N, is secret Canadian boy still in town you reckon?" Y/N's body goes rigid at the mention of Jamie. She's never told any of the friends she made after the move his name, who he is really. Only telling the reason why dates never worked out or why she doesn't have interest in boys being a boy she met when she was younger. Someone that took her heart and nobody had compared since so she just stopped trying.

There was no point in trying to replace Jamie when nobody could. Nobody will.

"No he isn't, I haven't talked to him in years you know that. Doesn't matter anyway." It's a lie and they both know that she's just saying it to brush off the hurt that lingers. Hidden between the words leaving her lips.

The AC blows against her face as the group steps inside the smoothie shop. To focused on their conversations Y/N doesn’t notice the dark haired boy sitting in the corner.

Brim of his hat covering most of his facial features, engrossed in some video his friend is showing on his phone. He barks out a loud laugh, this making the girls ears perk up at the sound.

Her head turning in his direction so fast she’s surprised she doesn’t get whiplash from the force. Eyes wide as she finally sees the boy she’s been missing for years. Mouth opening and closing as she tries to find the words, will he even remember her?

“Y/N?” Jamie stares back at her with the same shocked expression as she adorns. Stumbling out of his chair Jamie blinks his eyes repeatedly. Wondering if she’s a hallucination or he’s making a complete fool out of himself and it’s not her. Maybe it’s just a look alike and he’ll leave the shop mortified.

“Hi Jamie.” The hockey player towers over her, he’s so close she can smell his cologne mixed with laundry detergent. Apples and pine wood with a hint of a spice she can’t place.

Jamie lifts a shaky hand, gauging her reaction before placing his hand on her cheek. Caressing it with the pad of his thumb. She leans into it, eyes watery and bottom lip wobbling as she tries to hold back the tears. The happy tears because he’s here and she can feel him. It’s no longer just a memory or ghost haunting her in her dreams.

“I missed you, shit I can’t believe you’re standing in front of me right now.” Shaking his head in disbelief as a watery laugh bubbles up from his throat.

Y/N just smiles at him before she throws her arms around him. Hugging him as tight as she can and Jamie is quick to reincorporate the hug. Burrowing his face into her neck.

Neither of them thought they’d ever be here like this again. Holding each other, hear the rhythm of matching heartbeats.

After years of being lost they finally took the right turns and found their way back.

They found their way back home.

[romanstheory]

I'm The One a Jey Uso Fic pt 3/?

Warnings: Arguing, Language

Word Count: 900

18 +

Last Part

We wake the next morning to the sound of Jey's phone alarm, It's 5am. "Well good morning" Jey says throught his long stretch. "Good morning daddy" I say with a devilish grin. I was never the relationship type, but Jey has me thinking otherwise. Maybe it was the orgasm from las night talking, but he has me in a chokehold now. We get our things together and meet Jimmy in the lobby. Jey is grinning from ear to ear, walking with a little pep in his step. "Enjoy yourself last night?" I tease while we ride the elevator down to the first floor. "Best time of my life" Jey responds quickly "You look refreshed". It felt like he had me under a spell or something, but I was cool with it. I even liked it..... a lot.

He was soft yet assertive, caring yet dominate, sweet with spice. The perfect blend of everything, and good in bed. It was like he knew my body, what ways to push and apply pressure, when to be soft and when to pound me. I'm not sure what to call..... us right now...... but what ever we are I like it. Jey and I seemingly float through the hotel and to the lobby to meet Jimmy. Jimmy looks up from his phone and laughs "What the hell are you grinning about uce?" He chuckles. Jey tries to stop smiling when Jimmy looks over at me in lala land. "Oh I see, I'm the third wheel now" Jimmy laughs while we all head out the door.

The airport is crazy, I've always hated it. TSA is annoying, it's just so stressful. I huff my way through the entire clusterfuck that is the airport, and now we're waiting to board our plane. "So what y'all wanna do as far as Solo goes?" Jimmy says. "I think we should pop up on em at the show and get them to give us a match at SummerSlam". "Well there's three of us and two of them so unless they're feeling bold one of us is going to have to sit out" I begin "I have unfinished business with Solo, and Vince is already willing to bend the rules for me. I need this match..... I need to get him back". Jimmy nods. "Look uce I know you wanna get back and big dog but I need this too. I need to prove myself..... I need to shut him up" Jey says to Jimmy.

Jimmy ever had an issue with being ringside, so he was okay with doing it again for the sake of us getting our revenge. "Yall got it, I understand but I'm ringside because you know how Paul is" Jimmy says looking at both of us. We land in LA, the sun is almost blinding but it's beautiful. Our day of craziness begins...... Meetings, planning, hair, makeup, warming up. I keep catching Jey staring at me, his deep brown eyes make me melt like ice cream in the summer heat. No man has ever been able to do that to me before. Who would of thought i'd be head over heals for Solo's brother...... Not me.

"Alright I need you to stay outta the way because Solo is probably gonna be here soon" Jimmy says looking at me "I don't need you getting in trouble and ruining what we have planned". I huff and roll my eyes, Jimmy is right, I need to stay out of the way and be patient. I cant wait to get my hands on Solo. What he said to me after I lost my title rings in my head over and over again.

It's time.... Roman is opening the show doing his usual acknowledge me speech. USOOOOOO rings through the arena like lightening and out goes Jimmy and Jey shortly after I come out as well. Roman and Solo stand in the ring, disgust and shock smeared across their faces. My eyes lock on Solo, fierce and intense. "No no no no! Turn your asses around and get out of my ring" Roman demands. "Your ring?" Jimmy asks "Didn't you just get pinned by Jey in YOUR ring?". A scowl forms on Roman's face. "I think he meant MY ring" Jey adds. The twins and Roman carry on their banter as Solo and I engage in another cut throat stare off. "You know what, I'm not about the talking" I say looking at Roman and Solo "Jey and I have some unfinished business with you two". Roman cackles "So YOU wanna fight US? Little girl you could never"

I laugh getting closer to Roman "Seems like you're afraid to get knocked on your ass by a woman" I say. Jey looks at me, his eyes locking on my ass in my tight leather pants. Jimmy softly nudges him getting his head back in the game. "Ain't nobody scared of you" Roman says flustered. "Then prove it tribal bitch" I say, Jimmy and Jey's mouths hit the floor and they both laugh. The crowd begins chanting tribal bitch over and over again. "YOU CAN'T CALL ME THAT! RESPET ME! THIS IS MY SHOW!" Roman screams, throwing a fit "AT SUMMER SLAM BE PREPARED TO GET SMASHED!" The three of us laugh as the crowd continues to chant and Roman has a meltdown.... We did it!

[docwritesshit]

One Small Change

Blurb: After years of forgetting, you finally bit the bullet and got new glasses, which your SO took notice of very quickly

Authors note: Tooootally not based on me getting new glasses after 5 years, what are you talking about?

ALSO: I am taking requests, just send them in and I'll see what I can do. I reserve the right to refuse any and ignore you if I dont

Pairing: Redson x Reader

You weren’t surprised to find yourself hauled out of bed by Mei, you were confused about the trip to the optometrist though.

“You have tortured yourself for far too long, get yourself examined and I’m paying for your new glasses!”

You tried to fight, honestly! You had promised that you would get yourself an appointment, but she had pointed out that you have had the same pair of glasses and prescription for 3 years now, and she caught you squinting way too many times to realize that your prescription wasn’t working.

After the exam, you persisted in paying at least for the medical part, you and Mei were now in the main room of the building, looking through the frames they had to offer. You found yourself drawn to one specific pair, but paled at the price tag. Mei noticed your look of dismay and shoved the pair onto your face.

“Don’t even think about it! I’m paying.” She announced. You rolled your eyes, but turned towards the mirror.

You scrutinized your reflection, before smiling and looking at your friend who gave you a thumbs up with a grin on their face. You faced the attendant at the counter and placed your new pair of glasses down on the table. She smiled, taking your insurance and prescription, measured your glasses, and informed you that they would arrive in 2 weeks.

In the meantime, you went about your daily life. You went to work, hung out with your friend group, and occasionally texted your significant other who was in the desert regaining her family reputation and status through the construction of their new fortress.

Was getting with a demon with you being a mortal the smartest idea? Maybe not, but it wasn’t exactly your fault either. But that’s another story.

While at your desk at work reading the weather patterns that should be generated in the next few weeks, you got the notification that your prescription was ready. You texted Mei to grab it and drop it off as you had to work on the weather generator a bit because of some safety concerns, and Buddha knows that you would want your vision to be top tier and not get blasted with a tsunami.

You met her by the door, taking the glasses from her and turning to go inside before she caught your arm.

“And a special delivery from a certain red boy~” She handed a brown paper bag to you. You could smell all the spices emitting from it, causing you to chuckle

“Lamb?” You asked. Mei nodded, and handed you your favorite drink as well. You sighed, taking out your phone from your pocket.

You spoil me far too much.

Only the best for my dear, so don’t even dare think you deserve less!

You scoffed, but stuffed your phone back into your pocket in defeat. There was no point in trying to argue when you knew they had the money to spare to get you some nice things, or cook you good food.

You replaced your glasses, placing your old pair in their case, and widened your eyes at the difference it made. You moved on though, shoveling the food down to get back to work, chugging down the drink when the spice built up too much. You quickly moved on to actually working, rolling up your sleeves and reaching over to zyour work table and rolling it closer to the problem place.

You unscrewed the panel, and groaned. This was gonna be a long night.

Two hours later, you staggered up to your apartment, unlocking the door and dragging yourself to the kitchen to get some much needed sweets after that whole ordeal. You dug through your freezer for some ice cream, but froze yourself when you felt a sudden heat wave from what felt right behind you in the living room

“I don’t get why you insist on not bothering me when you get home, nor text me when you get off of work, but I know for a fact that you should have been home two hours ago when I had dragon horse girl drop off the food-“ The heir to the demon bull lineage continued to spew out his frustrations at you working later than normal as he made his way to your bedroom door and knocked.

“Hello? Are you in there?” She stood cross armed, tapping her foot on the ground. You let out a snort, catching the demon off guard. You smiled, walked up to your partner and offered a spoon while gesturing to the two containers on the kitchen counter with your and theirs favorite ice cream flavors.

“I would have sent something, but it slipped my mind because I had a massive problem with the weather generator. The cloud synthesizers were almost used up, and made sparks which ate the wiring-“ You continued on ranting about the long list of problems the generator went through as you grabbed your ice cream and plopped yourself down on the couch with Redson following suit, full attention on you. Well, kinda on you.

“- and don’t even get me started on the sun warmer, I- Reds?” You stopped your rant when you realized Reds regular heat they emit cooed. You looked over to them, noticing the slight tilt of their head, their pursued lips, and the raised eyebrow. You furrowed your brow and waved your hand in front of his face, causing him to blink a few times.

“You there pops ?” You teased. Reds scoffed at the nickname. She regretted drinking wine that night, causing her to slip out how poppies were her favorite flower because of how her mother decorated the house with them on her birthday.

“I’m here, just… did you get new glasses?” He asked. You raised an eyebrow, then remembered the drop off Mei did. You smiled, adjusting them back up your nose bridge.

“Yeah I did! Mei and I picked them out a few weeks ago. Do you like them?” Red continued to stare at your face for a uncomfortable amount of time, before cupping your cheeks and kissing your nose bridge. You froze, processing the sudden affection while Redson smirked.

“You look good, but I would have preferred you to come to me for a new upgrade. I could have fitted you with night vision and infrared, only the highest quality of course!” They declared. You chuckled, reaching up and running your hand through their hair/ ears, trailing your fingers over the ridges of the horns sprouting from their head.

This was your favorite activity to do when you guys were alone, as no matter what, Redson could not hide the blush when you coo over their appearance like this.

“Thank you for the offer, but I like them the way they are.” You determine. Redson chuckled, taking you in their arms and resting their chin on your shoulder. You could hear the faintest whisper of so did he.

[zannenilsson]

Bubastion

Originally published in Issue 5 of "Vulture Bones." New illustration by @stariteart CW: ableism towards main character

Oh shit. Putting in a prescription never takes this long. Is there a problem with the insurance? Oh no, please don’t let it be my insurance. This is the only place in town that takes it.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Winters” the pharmacy assistant says, “but it looks like we don’t have any Bubastion in stock.”

Shit.

“We’ll have to put in a special order for it. It’ll get here in about…” Rapid typing, a few clicks, and the punchline: “One week.”

SHIT.

“Ah,” is what I say out loud in my bright work-voice, now with a bit of an edge. “Is it possible — I mean, do any of your chain’s nearby locations have it in stock? Can you transfer it there?”

The assistant hums and says she’ll check; clicking ensues. Behind me, the next person in the drop-off line sighs loudly. Screw them.

My grip on the edge of the counter tightens. Please, please say yes.

“No, sorry,” she says instead. “It looks like it’s backordered at every location within a fifty mile radius.”

My hands release and fall to my sides. “Okay. Thanks for looking.”

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” she says in a sympathetic tone. “We’ll get it to you as soon as possible, I promise.”

I thank her and turn away; the next five people in line sigh in relief.

My feet shuffle over the scratched linoleum floor, but my mind is racing. I struggle to remember how I managed my condition back in college, before I finally got treatment. Well, “managed” isn’t the right word. Back then my condition managed me.

Before Bubastion I missed classes all the time — the bad days outnumbered the good ones. So I kept failing, and failing, and failing. I was smart, they said, but didn’t apply myself. Of the seven off-and-on years I spent in college, only the last one was with medication. Suddenly I aced everything. Things were so easy that I was downright angry, because it could have been like that the whole time.

Shit, I’m going off track — is it starting already?

Focus. I used some kind of home remedy to help keep myself together. Think. I start snapping my fingers to help me think. A taste comes to mind and I struggle to place it. Wait…

“CATNIP TEA!” I shout. Nine people in this crowded pharmacy turn to stare at me. I smile apologetically.

I stroll towards the herbal supplements aisle and grab the last two boxes of catnip tea. Hm. I need something else to explain why I look nervous. My free hand snaps its fingers: condoms and lube. God bless the sex aisle.

At home I leave the tea to steep and check myself in the mirror for any signs of change. Things look good — no sign of whiskers, excess hair, tongue roughness, or anything else inhuman. So far.

No, stop it. Deep breaths. Getting anxious only makes it worse.

The kitchen timer dings and I pull the teabag out of the cup — can’t let it steep too long. Squeeze in some fresh lemon juice, or maybe add a touch of mint, and bam: a damn fine cup of catnip tea. It isn’t as tasty as spiced chai, and it doesn’t handle my symptoms as well as Bubastion does, but it’s the best I can do right now. So: bottoms up.

Another cup follows, and another. I start planning ahead, making a few gallons of iced catnip tea to put in my work thermos in the coming days. Excessive? Yeah, but necessary. There is no way in hell I can let my coworkers know I’m an ailuranthrope.

Yes, I know ailuranthropy isn’t that uncommon anymore. And save me the speech about how the stigma will never go away unless people affected by it talk about it, okay? I know. It’s nothing to be ashamed of and it’s not my fault and I know.

But I mean, spontaneously changing into a cat-person isn’t the kind of thing you can bring up in normal conversations, let alone work conversations. “Sorry, I need to take a personal day today. I can’t get out of the house — it’s raining, and I’m having one of my cat days. You understand.”  

Yeah, like hell they will.

My coworkers absolutely wouldn’t get it — not even my manager, as lovely a person as she is. I hear the jokes they all make whenever somebody’s being “catty” at the office: “Did you forget to take your meds or something?” They throw it out without thinking, but I notice it. Every. Single. Time.

So, for the next week, I decide to keep my head down, stay at my desk, and get so much work done that nobody will think anything’s wrong. The fewer people I see and the fewer people I talk to, the less I’ll have to worry about anyone noticing. I count down the days until I can get my Bubastion again.

Five days. David, the office gossip, refuses to leave me alone. He sets his coffee on my desk, which means he plans to stay a few minutes. Great.

“Hey, Freya. Did you hear about Amy in H.R.?”

I haven’t, and I don’t care. I hum neutrally and he continues.

“She went all werecat right in the middle of a meeting. Apparently she ran to the bathroom and tried to splash water on her face to make it go away but, like, you can’t wash off being a cat.”

I hum again and keep my eyes on my computer screen. My typing intensifies.

David shakes his head, smiling. “Crazy, right? I would have never suspected her— she doesn’t seem like the type.”

There isn’t a ‘type,’ asshole. “Crazy,” I echo.

Only now do I realize how close his coffee cup is to my right elbow. Perfect.

I look up at David and fake a laugh. “Oh man, that reminds me of this one time at my last job.” I turn towards him, keeping eye contact. My elbow hits the cup and sends it flying off the desk and onto the floor, splattering coffee all over David’s new shoes. He yelps.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry,” I say, grabbing a tissue out of my desk drawer. “Here, I’ll clean it up.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” he mutters. “I’ll take care of it.”

Four days. My arms are definitely getting furry now, but thankfully it hasn’t spread to my hands yet. Ginger tabby fur is hard to explain away, even if it matches my normal hair color. Long sleeves will take care of it.

“Aren’t you hot?” David asks during his morning coffee break. He’s wearing his old shoes.

“Hm?” I say, looking back to my computer.

“You’re wearing long sleeves and it’s ninety degrees outside.”

Well I’m not outside, am I? “I’m always cold in here. They turn the AC up too high.”

“Seriously? If anything, it’s not high enough.”

I make a neutral noise, and eventually he leaves. The truth, of course, is that between the fur and the sleeves I’m hot as hell. Soon I won’t even be able to sweat anymore, except through my paws — I mean hands. Hands.

Three days. My tongue is getting rough now and I keep getting the urge to groom myself. I guess that’s understandable; with all the fur I can’t really shower anymore unless I want to take thirty minutes blow-drying everything.

At home I brew more tea, even though I’m sick to death of it. How the hell did I do this through most of college?

While the tea steeps I call the pharmacy hoping the Bubastion came in earlier than they expected. It hasn’t. After hanging up I let out a long, complaining whine. Well, not exactly a whine; more like a meow.

Shit.

Two days. And I’m starting to think I’ve developed a cat allergy sometime since my last transformation. Is it even possible to be allergic to yourself? Guess I’ll find out.

My eyes are too noticeably catlike now to get away with at work. Sunglasses? No, wait, then they’ll think I’m hungover or stoned. Do I still have…?

Digging through my bin of assorted junk under the bathroom sink, I finally find my old cosmetic contacts. Probably gonna get an infection or some shit, but what else can I do?

I keep rubbing my eyes all through the workday. Stop touching it, dumbass, you’ll make it worse.

When David wanders over for his daily chat and opens his mouth, I immediately excuse myself.

“Gotta put in some eyedrops, be back in a minute.”

He seems a little offended but doesn’t say anything, which is exactly what I wanted. Not even remotely sorry. My patience will be back once the Bubastion comes in.

Last day. I don’t have hands or feet anymore. They’re full-on paws now. Sure, they’re polydactyl paws so I can theoretically keep doing the thumb thing, but this isn’t something I can easily hide. Gotta call out sick.

Have you ever tried to operate a phone with cat paws? Even with pseudo-thumbs it’s goddamn impossible. I dig out an old stylus and use it to pull up my manager’s contact on my phone.

In my best sick-voice I answer her greeting with: “Can you all handle things without me today? I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’ve got some kind of stomach bug — it kept me up all night. If you need me to, I can come in, but if not, I think it might be best if I don’t spread this around the office, you know?”

She agrees and tells me to stay home. As soon as I hang up, a knot of guilt forms in my stomach. I hate lying to her. Hell, I hate using sick days even when I genuinely need to. But I can’t function like this. What work can I even do when I can’t type?

Long naps eat up most of the day until I get the call I’ve been waiting for; the Bubastion finally arrived. Tomorrow morning can’t come soon enough.

Refill day. Finally.

But, I’m a full-on cat now. Sure, a human-like one that stands upright and all, but a cat in every other way.

In the front hallway, I look from my paws to the door and back. I struggled my way into real outside-world clothes for this but I just can’t seem to get out the door.

It’s not the driving to the pharmacy that’s the problem — I’ve already learned how to manage that on a cat day. It’s the being out in public part that has me sweating through my paw-pads.

I can do this. I’ve done it before. Come on. Just open the door.

But when I do, I’m frozen with indecision. Do I go out and face the stares and judgements and laughter, all for a medication that some people say I don’t really need?

I try to snap my fingers to help me think, but I don’t have fingers anymore. Dammit.

Do I put up with the people treating me like I’m infectious or unpredictable, that I’ll scratch them and they’ll get this, too? It doesn’t matter how many doctors say that’s not how you get ailuranthropy. Some people still believe the cat-scratch “truthers” who perpetuate a myth that was used to drown people like me for centuries.

Maybe it would be better to stay inside where I know I’ll be safe. Maybe this will go away on its own. Maybe the Bubastion isn’t worth it.

Wait. I know these thoughts — they followed me all through college. They prevented me from getting treatment for years. I spent those years struggling and hating myself. They were never really saying the treatment wasn’t worth it; they were saying my life wasn’t worth it.

Fuck that.

I step outside and slam the door behind me. I’m not going to let anyone’s ridiculous thoughts — including my own — stop me from doing what I know will help me.

Ten minutes later, I stomp through the door of the pharmacy. Or try to at least; stomping isn’t really possible with cat feet. I walk straight back to the pickup counter through the center aisle, disregarding the whispers of the people I pass. I patiently wait my turn in the pickup line.

“I can help the next…” the pharmacy assistant’s voice trails off when he sees me, and it takes him a moment to remember to smile as I approach.

Smacking my front paws down on the counter, I look the assistant dead in the eye and tell him who I’m picking up for and what my birthdate is. He goes back and fumbles through a few bags before returning with mine.

“We have one prescription for you, it’s the—”

“Bubastion. Thanks, I know, I’ve been waiting for it.”

“Ah,” he replies and quickly looks away to finish processing it.

When he asks for a signature on the touchscreen, I leave a paw-print. He hands over the bag and mumbles something about having a nice day.

“Thanks, you too!” I reply in my work-voice and turn to leave. When I do, I bump into the next customer behind me: David.

“Sorry, David, I didn’t see you.” I’m not surprised he’s here; like I said, this is the only place in town that takes my employer’s health insurance. I smile at him.

“How do you — wait.” His eyes widen. “Holy shit. Freya? You’re… you’re a…?”

“Ailuranthrope, yes.”

He looks me up and down as the shock on his face morphs into disgust. “And you didn’t tell me? What if I’d caught it from you or something?”

“Well, David, I’ll put it like this.” And while he waits for my explanation, I lean towards him and hiss directly in his face.

As he stands there stunned, I walk by and pat him on the shoulder. “See you Monday!”

[cookierunauprompts]

yo, it’s the thing I promised I’d write! I enjoyed what you wrote for golden butter, so here’s arcane egg suffering. (Note I copied this from the original post I wrote it on hope theirs no spelling errors) have a good day!

If you’ve lurked on my blog you’ve seen I’ve created my very own ancient “beast” cookie, who I’ve dubbed as arcane egg. You’ll also know although unspecific that they have very poor mental health at the moment, this little drabble / explanation will explore one of if not her darkest moment. That being said…

Warnings: suicide ideation, general dark thoughts, and almost committing suicide / letting yourself get killed (if you don’t want to read such things skip to the end to the tldr, take care of yourself)

Now this takes place during the dark flour, at this time arcane egg has taken on the persona of a cookie mage named “lemon curd” cookie. They were probably fighting within or close to the hollyberry kingdom, a large group of dark cake monsters had just began attacking and it was chaos. Lemon curd was doing the best they could to minimize the damages and loss of life, they were so focused in fact they didn’t see the magical blast heading their way.

It was a blinding cold that they felt first, like one of the times a frost potion blew up in their face. Second thing they felt was being launched threw the air by the force, and than thirdly skidding across the harsh ground… It was so cold, they were so cold. They could see their chilled breath and couldn’t feel their limbs to well.

The only thing keeping them from thinking they instantly kicked it were the sounds of war and battle. They could see arks of magic and sparks traveling through the air, and the sound of metal against metal… the smell of jam was there as well. But… it all felt so far away.

As they layed  there they could notice how tired they were, how their limbs ached and how their mind yearned for rest. Proper rest. The cold was making them so sleepy… so cozy… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… if they just, fell asleep. It was enticing, to simply stop. To stop all of this… to never wake again.

…it scared them how inviting death was, how it felt so cozy, or how it felt like a credible option. As they pondered and almost slipped out of consciousness they saw a faint glint. It was the necklace they always carried with them…. The ones their friends gave them. 5 gems on a circular pendant, each one a different color corresponding to their beloved friends. Their

family.

What… what would they think of them now? They surely wouldn’t care, right? They were sealed away for becoming heartless beings, why would they care for them. But for a moment she did let themselves wonder… surely burning spice would say

“Hey! Don’t give up now! We got a fight to win”

Or maybe eternal sugar “ why now dearie this isn’t the time for a nap, you need to get up. I promise you some r and r afterwards. Alright?”

Or mystic flour “ cmon now, I see the path to victory. We’ll be blessed and live this day that I promise”

Or silent salt, no words exchanged but they would help you to your feet, keep you steady

… or how shadow milk cookie might lightly tease you “ hey now! No need to get all scrambled now is there ! I’d rather you do that to the enemy! I’d be funnier “He’s always make you smile…

You don’t know why or how you got the energy or willpower, but you get up. And help win the fight, quite viciously at that. After the battle you’re praised as a hero for saving so many lives … but you don’t feel like one. But you continue on anyways, like always.

After the fight dear lemon curd cookie continues to fight in the ear until it’s over, and they continue on not really taking the time to process her feelings. Or really addressing them at all no matter how unhealthy that is.

TLDR: arcane egg cookie who at the time was lemon curd cookie, got struck by a powerful ice blast during the dark flour war. After they were hit they seriously considered letting themselves die since life at that point was all too tiresome. It was only after seeing a necklace made by her friends, the five beasts. that for a reason they don’t know why got back up and finished the fight. Afterwards they never really thought about those feelings even though that dread and sadness continued to persist.

But they will be forced to face these feelings eventually, wether they want to or not… yeah they need therapy. 

Anyways I hope you enjoyed!

Arcane egg... /pos

[bigtreefest]

Im currently dying of unknown illness so I need comfort (and snacks).

How do you think the different babes would take care of their sick partner?

Mack! I’m so sorry to hear you’re a little sicky!!🥺🤧 comfort and snacks are pinnacle. And maybe a hot lemonade? That’s my moms old remedy. I think the babes would take great care of you:

Jake: this poor baby probably got sick before you, and then you caught it while trying to nurse him back to health. After two days of him in bed with a little red nose, suddenly he wakes up just fine and you feel like you’re dying. He feels so bad, and looks at you so 🥺🥺, apologizing for passing the illness on to you. But luckily, now that his immune system’s kicked in, you can get all the cuddles and kisses you want. He’s got soup ready for whenever you want it and a little basket of snackies by the bed so you can sit and watch tv all day together as he holds you.

Steve: Pulls out all the home remedies he can think of. Old ones from his ma, new ones he’s heard about from coworkers, or researching online. Some are so odd, but worth a shot because he wants to fix this for you. You’ve had Vick’s rubbed on your chest, you’ve eaten spicy food, and hung upside down off the side of the bed. None of it works, until he takes you for a hot shower and dresses you in some nice, comfy clothes that smell like him. And then you realize that your nose has opened up. He brings you a glass of ice water as you sit on the couch wrapped in a blanket, and he makes note of your true remedy.

Curtis: You’ve been throwing up all day and it pains him so much to see you like this, knowing there’s not anything he can do. Earlier this morning, he thought pancakes might be nice, but those came back up, too. He felt terrible. So now, he’s putting on a pot of rice and boiling chicken on the stove so you have a bland meal that should hopefully settle your tummy. As you’re still hunched over in the bathroom, he settles in behind you and brushes your hair, throwing it into a simple braid like you showed him one time. He’s doing his best to support you, and getting your hair out of your face is one step of many, followed by soothing rubs of his big hands over your back.

Ransom: he is…at a loss. You texted him how terrible you felt and he was almost speechless on the phone. Any time when he was sick when he was younger, his parents just let the maids give him soup and some weird remedy, so he tries to look up that weird tea recipe his old nanny made. When he walks into your place and makes his way to your room, he has no idea what to do, which manifests as a head pat and you’re not sure whether to laugh or cry. There’s a period of time where he disappears from your room, saying he left some things in your kitchen that he’ll bring back to you in bed. He returns with a spiced tea and a To-go container of soup he forced the 24 hour diner to give him this early in the morning. It’s not in a bowl, but that’s alright. You drink the hot, nasty tea, and he doesn’t fail to notice the shiver that runs through you. He’s just been sitting on the edge of your bed thus far, but lets out a soft grumble about you only being in a tank top as you cold sweat right in front of him. He takes the sweater off his back and slips it on over your head, pulling up the covers and shuffling in next to you and a smile grows on your face at his silent comfort.

[slyth-princess]

This is part one of my live blog post of RWRB. I’ll put it below the cut to avoid spoilers but if you want to see my mildly incoherent screaming… we’ll, this is the place lol!

Happy viewing friends.

- I love that they listed Alex and Nora as the first “who’s who” lol.

- Lol at Alex trying to ditch the reception

- My boy is jealous of Henry 😭

- Didn’t even make it in the door without downing a glass of champagne lol

- “When the revolution happens it will because of this wedding”

- Bea and Nora are amazing already

- Omg Bea didn’t even let Nora meet Henry before she stole her away

- Oh man Alex. You need to slow down love.

- Henry is dying

- Oh so THATS how he got the icing on his hand

- “We are the same height!”

- This is the best possible music for this scene, I can’t

- Fucking Bea “oh” as she’s trying not to die

- That intro was perfect. And I love these graphics at the start.

- Alex’s joke still sends me

- My darling Uma, that accent though, hunny

- “I was out polling the spice girls”

- The buttercream summit 😂😂😂

- Yay Alex is still smart and political!

- Alex and Ellen’s relationship is amazing. And Zahra is amazing.

- “Mitch McConnell eating a banana” “We’d ship the ashes to Heathrow” “No one in their right mind would give you a gun”

- These quotes are everything

- Oh my god Jonathan 😂😂😂 (“That’s my son your talking about”)

- Jesus Christ Henry is so fucking hot in that car. And in those sunglasses.

- I’m obsessed with how Henry says Alex’s name.

- Alex is already turned on and no one will convince me otherwise

- Henry is trying so hard to look uncomfortable because he’s angry and not because he’s in love

- The long pause before the “yup” lol

- Henry doing his best to not roll his eyes constantly lol

- “It happens more often than you think in the palace” oh my GOD Henry

- FIRSTPRINCE AROUND KIDS

- Oh god the fucking closet scene

- Alex’s fucking glare and Henry’s guilt and their fucking proximity I’m dead

- “You could have helped me and you didn’t”

- I’m glad they are getting so much of this out in the open and the little changes in the narrative are amazing

- ALEX AS A STRAWBERRY IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWED BY HEART EGES OH MY FUCKING GOD

- First complaint, that we didn’t get the conversation in the hospital

- WAS HE LOOKING AT HIS LIPS OH GOD

- I love his dad so much 😭

- That fucking shot was BEAUTIFUL

- MIGUEL OMG FLIRTING AND GETTING ASKED OUT WTF

- No. No. No one says eyelashes but Henry. Go away.

- His little smile when Henry texts him 😭😭😭

- Busting up in class. Running through the park. The GIF. CORNBREAD!

- “Perhaps this conversation”

- God I really am obsessed with them having all the conversations with them in the same room and not. God. The two of them looking at each other even though we know they aren’t.

- “Have I surprised you in any way” I’m fucking dead

- THEY DONT WANT TO GET OFF THE PHONE MY GOD

- There are some lines I’m sad we didn’t get so far but I’ll survive

- Alex has so much ambition, I love him

- “People like him more than they like you” “well they wouldn’t if they knew him”

- I do wish they had gotten to the party a little slower. It is going to make what comes next feel a little rushed.

- Pez is fucking everything

- A whole party of people and Alex only has eyes for Henry. A girl asks him to dance and he tries to bring Henry Jesus Christ. And then he watched him the whole time.

- AHHHHH THEY FUCKING GOT THE SONG

- Henry is drinking out of the fucking bottle lol and his little dad dancing

- Oh god fuck me the staring across the dance floor with everything slowing down and they just stare I cannot

- Even though I knew it’s still so hard to watch Henry’s puppy dog face get so sad

- “Who would you be?” “I’d be a writer, live in Paris, certainly date more.”

- God the kiss. The fucking kiss. I’m dead. It was even better than I expected s. Henry’s hands playing with Alex’s hair. Alex leaning in and totally kissing back. Alex watching him walk away. I’m not alive.

- I legit watched that kiss like 7 times

- Alex misses him so bad 😭😭😭

- “So… funny thing happened on NYE” lololol

- “More like the first 50 rows of a Gaga concert kind of gay”

- Pez and Nora… cuuuute

- I am missing the gay panic and Nora’s reaction

- Wtf does Alex’s rugby vs football mean? Lol

- I like this but they probably should have kept June and Nora separate because I think the two different personalities mattered

- I do appreciate the easy acceptance but I do miss Alex being totally ignorant to himself lol

- This is good but I do think they nerfed Alex’s character a bit

- Alex totally ignoring a topic he actually cares about in favor of Henry is adorable

- THE FUCKING RED ROOM ALEX BABY YOY AGE SO AWKWARD

- THE MAKEOUT OH GOD THAT WAS SO HOT

- “Are you still?” “Like Stonehenge.” “His Royal Hardness.”

- The ass grab I fucking CANT

- “Yeah, tell me”

- Henry is so fucking into this. He’s gobsmacked. He legit froze for like 5 whole seconds.

- Alex is so confident and Henry is so here for it

- The classic “this changes nothing” of a RomCom. Of my sweet summer children.

- Alex is way less shocked by the when than expected.

- Oh god the little whimper. I’m unwell.

- WE STAN A BI KING

- “Are they known for their homosexual tendencies?”

- Jesus the way they look at each other. And Alex’s look when he says it has to be casual. Dear fucking god.

- They are so sweet and so awkward I love them

- Henry is so sarcastic I adore him

- Henry’s little head shake when he left the room. And he looked so FUCKING HOT in that doorway. Gawwwwd.

- Alex looking at him playing polo. Me too, babe. Me too.

- I loved the way they did the polo hookup was amazing

- They have so much fucking chemistry oh my god

- “He is” OH MY FUCKING GOD

- They are so good together. They play off each other so well.

- Alex wants to grab his hand so bad when he’s sad

- “Can he ever belong to someone else?” My poor baby 😭😭😭

- I need the picture of them in front of the window with the Eiffel Tower in front of them

- “I think we should make love tonight.”

- This scene is everything. They are so sweet together. And so flirty. God I love them so much.

- Oh my god. Oh my god. I have no words. This scene is everything. They managed to make that hot and romantic and sweet and everything it should be.

- This conversation after is so damn sweet

- And that right there is a man in love. He’s so happy. His little smile on the plane. God I’m so glad I know how it ends.

- I know the scene between Alex and his mom is heavy but I’m also dying over Alex in that Henley. He looks gorgeous.

- I’m really glad Ellen came around fast. And I’m glad he’s going to Texas.

- I don’t love the fact that his parents are married. And now I’m pretty sure the lake house is going to be very different. Though I do love how active he is.

- The emails. THE EMAILS.

- HE CALLED HIM DEAR

- “And then I want to lick it off”

- I’m obsessed with how important Alex is in this

- Ah. I see it now. It’s going to be Miguel who outs them.

- The way Henry looks at him when Alex says he hasn’t seen the movie he loves. They are so damn cute.

- “Where IS she?”

- She’s legit crawling all over the furniture. Zahra is so funny.

- “Technically I’m the spare” these idiots

- “You, little Lord Fuckleroy” 😂😂😂

- How was that scene even funnier in the movie 😂😂😂

(Pausing here because this post is a monster)