They Want You To Make Fried Rice

Chrissy: Oh, there Steve is. Do you mind if I slyly mention you’re single?

Billy: Do not do that, Chris

Chrissy: You won’t even notice!

Steve: Hey, you guys needed to see me again?

Chrissy: Billy’s single!

Billy: Chrissy!

“William-“

“Once more is all I ask, Steven”

(Literally obsessed with the idea of Royalty!Harringrove, wherein William the stable hand can’t help but take one last visit to Prince Steven’s chambers the night before his lover is wed to the princess of a nearby kingdom)

Re: I NEED YOUR HELP!!

Greetings my cubs! X3 And thank you so much for your help in this!! 😁 the winner of that pole is Brohm/Brycewrecker! So get ready with your stuffed bunny and try to dress your cat like purple chicken!!💜💜

I’m going to start the drawing…well some scribbles…and yes I’m going to start now cuz I know my lazy ass and I can call myself lucky if I am able to get it finished ‘til EASTER…. (Yes I saw that mistake later…😅 sorry I’m not really good at splling😂) Well that’s all I had/wanted to say!

Until next time my cubs! X3 ~ bey 😄

This is the best explanation I could come up with for why it takes me so long to do updates sometimes when, at other times, I’m typing them up like clockwork.

Is it just me, or is there something completely deranged about finding a fic so good it fundamentally alters your brain chemistry, only to realize it has spawned an entire fandom multiverse of inspired works?

And then those fics have their own inspo chains, and suddenly there are thirty variations of the same concept, spiraling outward like some kind of chaotic, beautifully unhinged literary hydra, and now I’m just sitting here at 3 AM, eyes bloodshot, vibrating with indecision because where do I even start?

Do I go in order of influence like some kind of academic scholar? Do I pick at random and hope for the best? Do I chase the one that promises the most emotional devastation because apparently, I don’t value my own well-being?

Or do I just sit here, staring at my screen, paralyzed, because every time I try to choose, I remember there are more of them, and they keep multiplying? And let’s not even talk about the comments section, where people are linking even more fics in an ever-expanding rabbit hole of shared brainrot.

And the worst (best?) part? I know I’m not going to stop. I can’t stop. Who needs sleep when I could be reading just one more fic that’s technically the same idea I’ve already read twenty times but slightly different? My body is running on pure hyperfixation and maybe half a cup of cold coffee I forgot about six hours ago. I am too deep in this, and I don’t even want to leave.

Anyway, thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

Because of a bet... - chapter 1 -

Greetings my cubs! X3 here is the first chapter of my first (not official) request! It’s a Brohm/Brycewrecker ff and I hope you have fun to read it as much as I had fun writing it^^ oh and btw a new friend of mine (@skaisummers) helped me to get rid of pesky spelling and grammar mistakes(thanks again😉) this story is an AU, because…duh…never gonna happen in reality anyways…xD

~ ~ enjoy 😄

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P.o.V.: Ohm

So… I just might have a small crush on Bryce. Just a little one. Ok, so I may have fallen in love with my best friend. No one has to know, right?

Today, I feel like playing some Uno with the gang. Delirious, Cartoonz and to my utter happiness, Bryce agree. It is Delirious and Cartoonz versus Bryce and me. Per usual, Delirious is up to his tricks.

…

“Take this you son of a bitch! Boom! UNO!” Delirious insanely laughs as he places a ’+2’ card on top of the deck.

“Noooo!” Bryce yells playfully as he is forced to draw two extra cards. His outburst is followed by his trademark giggle.

So cute…

“How could you Delirious? I thought we were friends!” Bryce screams comically.

“No! We only have each other!” Cartoonz interrupts.

"Yeah!” Del agrees. "We only have each other, brother!”

“Oh, yeah? Well then…!” I exclaim.

I pause for a moment for Bryce to play his next card.

“Bryce, you got me?” I ask.

“Yeah Ohm!” He confirms.

“UNO BITCHES! WE WIN!” I yell with excitement.

"YESSS!” Bryce yells in victory.

“NOOOO!” yell the losers.

I barely hear the resounding “no” from the other team, I’m too busy focusing on Bryce.

My Brycie-poo is happy that we won~

…

“Of course I’m happy that we won! Uno is so fun!” Bryce giggles for the third time.

God, he’s so adorable!

I wonder what expression he’s making right now? I wish I could see him, instead of having to wait for his uploads. His adorable face. His giggling face. His “o” face…

Wait..

WHAT?!

Let’s save those thoughts for the bedroom.

“Ohm, are you happy about your precious ‘Brycie-poo’?” Toonz mocks and I feel the heat creeping up my face.

“Um.. yeah,” I say still embarrassed at how good his guess was.

“Ohm, are you guys fucking again?” Del asks egging on my embarrassment.

Oh shit! Okay, play it cool Ryan. Use this opportunity to flirt with him!

“No, but I’d love to feel 'dat ass in ma’ hands!” I say with conviction.

Though it’s not a lie.

“Yeah and 'dat ass on your d*ck!” Cartoonz yells mockingly.

“How’d you know?” I joke back.

Ok, it’s cool. I’m making them laugh and I get to flirt with Brycie~

“Ohm, no! Just no!” Bryce says giggling.

“Ohm yes!” I nearly moan. “That’s how you’ll sound all night!” I say and start laughing because I cannot control myself.

“I’m uncomfortable. I need an adult. I need an adult!” Bryce exclaims and laughs.

Bryce is so innocent. That’s what I love about him. I laugh and tease him more until I’m sure he’s blushing on his side of the screen.

“Ohm seriously! Stop!” He yells.

I laugh at how he tries to end the flirting. Still, I can’t let it end here now can I?~

“Why? You don’t like me talking about our sexy times?~” I ask teasingly.

“I-“, Bryce starts but he is cut off by Delirious before he can reply.

Damn, just when we were getting to the good part!

“Well, Luke and I are having a sleepover tomorrow, so good night you two!” Del says, followed by Cartoonz.

“Yeah, good night you fuckers!” I reply jokingly.

I love those guys.

“And have fun with that 'sleepover’,” Bryce adds, putting emphasis on the last word mockingly.

Del and Toonz say their parting comments and get offline.

Yeah, I really do love those guys. But not as much as I love Brycie~

Max, slamming the Ouija board down on her bedroom floor: Listen up, asshole; I come bearing gifts. 

Billy/Planchet: W H A T  I S  I T?

Max, pulling several polaroids out of her hoodie pocket and setting them on the floor: Steve took his shirt off at the pool and El took a bunch of sneaky pictures. I snagged a few of the good ones while she was busy. You’re so fucking welcome. 

Billy/Planchet: B E S T   S I S T E R   E V E R!

Max: I know. 

Billy/Planchet: N O W  G O  A W A Y

Max: What, why? There was swimsuit clingage, dude. Don’t you want the rest of the details? 

Billy/Planchet: N O  I  W A N T  S O M E  P R I V A C Y

Max, flipping the board over and gagging: Oh, gross! Ugh, you’re so nasty. Jesus fuck, Billy, even in the afterlife? That’s so- ewwwww. 

@labratboygirl haii doing the twomptober thang too lol

I love this scene so much. Why you Boiling an Orange

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