#early releases woohoo

[fistfightinganxietyandlosing]

Me, a Filipino, watching everyone react to the Ithaca saga, knowing I finished sobbing to it a day ago

[plussizefantasia]

Date Day

Summary: You plan a date day for you and your boys. It goes to plan... mostly.

Pairing: Stucky x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ Content ahead! Other than that, reader has female pronouns and some nicknames (sugar, sweetheart) It's mostly fluff though not gonna lie.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Woohoo! This is my submission for Essie's Summer Lovin' 300 follower celebration! @bigtreefest is one of my writing inspirations and I wanted to celebrate with her <3 Congrats, Essie on 300 followers, here's to the next 300 and even more after that!

There are also a lot of firsts for me in this one, first time posting something smutty, first time writing for more than one love interest and I think I did a pretty damn good job so I hope you all like it!

You loved to spoil your boys, it wasn't very often that they would let you but when you managed to convince them to let you take the reigns on date night, it always turned out very well.  Steve and Bucky were never easy to convince. They loved to take care of you and wanted you to just be able to let go with them; not having to worry about anything when it was the three of you.

  However, you had finally managed to get the boys to relax for one day. One whole day that you were going to plan to a T. All three of you had work off, the boys weren’t likely to be called in anytime soon and you were so looking forward to it.

  The day would start softly, the boys were early risers and you were a light sleeper so you had no worries of sleeping in necessarily. They woke you up with soft kisses spread across your body. Bucky always slept at your back. It was the side in between you and the door and he slept better knowing he could keep the two of you safe. Steve usually slept at your front, most of the time with his head resting on your chest and his arms wrapped around your hips. `

 Steve wakes first, still wrapped in your arms with one of his hands clutched in Bucky’s behind your back. He peppers kisses on your chest where his head rests and begins to pull himself up closer to your head. His movement wakes Bucky and he tightens his grip on Steve’s hand, bringing it closer to his mouth and placing a single kiss on his still scraped-up knuckles before releasing it and rolling onto his back.

Your eyes flutter open slowly, the feeling of Steve’s lips along your skin making a smile spread across your face. “Morning baby,” You whisper to him, threading your fingers through his hair, mussing it up more than it already was.

“What about me?” Bucky reaches an arm around you and pulls you closer to his chest, away from Steve. Steve glares at him before making a slew of grumpy noises as he scoots closer to you once more. You can’t help but giggle at the scene of your overgrown puppy of a boyfriend pouting like a kid. 

“Relax boys, I have more than enough sugar to go around.” You place a kiss on Steve’s head before turning your torso and planting one on Bucky’s waiting lips too.

“Yeah, Sugar? You got enough to go around?” Steve’s lips curve up into a devilish smirk and he begins running his hand up the outside of your thigh, wiggling his eyebrows. Bucky picks up the memo quickly and soon you have both boys running their hand all over your body.

“Down boys, I have planned a whole day for us and I refuse to let you seduce me into staying in bed all day.” You said, no fire behind your words.

“Who said anything about all day Sugar? How about just the next thirty minutes.” Bucky moves his hand up to the side of your neck, turning your head so you are looking at him. Steve coughs in the back of his throat from his position, still propped against your tummy and very much still caressing any and all skin he can get his hands on. 

“Okay, maybe an hour.” Bucky concedes. 

“You have one hour, any more than that and I’ll have to start cutting stuff which will make me super sad.” You learned very early on in this relationship that the boys loathe making you sad, they’d do almost anything to keep you happy and you’ll milk the hell out of that if it means keeping your plans.

“Don’t worry doll, we can do a lot in an hour.” Steve winks at you and in one movement flips you onto your stomach. He crawls over you so that he’s practically laying on you. “Especially with the proper motivation.” He presses down on you so that you feel the hardness contained within the sweatpants he wore to bed. 

“Consider yourselves motivated then.” You say from your spot on the bed, turning your head to find Bucky standing on the side of the bed, in a very similar state to Steve.

Bucky smirks at you before shedding his clothes and moving in close. He practically shoves Steve off of you and yanks you by the legs towards him. “Sugar, we’re always motivated when it comes to you.” He flips you back over and pulls you even closer to him, your legs in his arms and your body lying at the edge of the bed.

Bucky falls to his knees and brings your legs with him, placing one on each of his shoulders. Steve grumbles and his adorable pout returns to his face for a moment before you reach out for him again. He takes your hand and lets you pull him to your side. You take his hand and place it on your neck. Licking your lips sightly and looking back and up at him from where you lay.

“You have fifty-five minutes left.” You smile at him.

“Brat.” the two of them say in unison, the word bursting with affection.

They use their time well you have to admit. Bucky feasts on you from his position between your legs, he makes you finish twice before he even moves and you have a sneaking suspicion that this is going to be one of those times when the boys try to one-up each other. 

Steve quickly removes your top and starts lavishing your breasts with attention, leaving love marks all over them and across your collarbone. Once Bucky is satisfied with you, Steve takes his place, making you cum once more on his fingers. He takes you apart methodically, using every trick in his book. 

Both boys manhandle you seven different ways to Sunday and you can’t help but giggle every time they do. Your previous partner wasn't nearly as strong as your boys are, and having two men who can lift, flip, and throw you around has done wonders for your self-esteem in the bedroom. 

They close out the hour together, laying on your sides similarly to how you woke up. Steve lays at your front, placing sloppy kisses up and down your neck, occasionally catching your mouth with his, not too often though. Both of the boys love your noises too much to swallow them. They fill you up perfectly, as one thrusts in the other pulls out, this goes on for far longer than you’d like, the boys taking you to the edge a couple of times before they finally let you fall over. They follow you quickly and the three of you lay together in one big heap of limbs and sweat. 

Bucky looks over to the clock on the wall, “Four minutes to spare.” He chuckles out.

You groan lovingly and throw your head back against his chest. “Good, it’s going to take at least that long for me to be able to function again.”

Steve laughs at that and pulls away from you. “Well, while you learn how to function again I’ll go make us some coffee.”

Bucky follows Steve’s example also pulling away from you and heading to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to clean the three of you up. He pulls Steve back into him by the wrist before he’s able to leave the bedroom. He kisses him deeply and smiles like a goof at him. “Good Morning.” Steve laughs and kisses him back before pushing his lover closer to the bed.

“Morning Punk.” 

You smile like an idiot at both of them, loving to see your two favorite people be in love, especially because you know how good that love feels.

Bucky cleans you up quickly and pulls you out of bed with the promise of pancakes and scrambled eggs. You kiss him before he leaves the bedroom and set out to begin preparations for the day. 

You dress quickly, having planned weeks ahead in your mind what you would wear. Once you finish picking out your own outfit you pick outfits out for both of your lovers. You pull out a white undershirt and colorful button-up for Steve, along with a pair of khaki shorts. For Bucky you pull a deep red shirt that he loves, it’s a lightweight knit piece with a small V and buttons running down the front. You lay a pair of black jeans next to it and smile at your choices. 

You make your way to the kitchen where you hear your boy’s bustling around. Bucky is making good on his promise; making pancakes and adding each of your favorite mix-ins. Bananas for Steve, chocolate chips for yourself, and blueberries for him. Steve is next to him making the scrambled eggs and looking handsome while doing it.

“So Sugar, gonna let us in on the plans for today.” Bucky looks up from the pan and cocks his head at you.

“Well, I thought we could start the day with a trip to the boardwalk, followed by a picnic on the beach, and then finishing up with dinner at that diner the two of you like so much?” 

“Sounds like a great day sweetheart, when do we need to leave?” 

“I knew you two wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourselves so I scheduled the car to come pick us up in about forty-five minutes. Plenty of time to eat, and for you two to get dressed while I grab the rest of what we’ll need.”

Steve places your coffee in front of you and presses his lips to the top of your head. “You think of everything Sweetheart.” You practically preen at his praise and cover your smile with your mug. 

Bucky finishes breakfast and the three of you eat and talk for a couple of minutes before you shoo them off to get ready and you start putting the last touches on the picnic basket you had prepared the night before. Also grabbing a nice big outdoor blanket, some sunscreen, and some snacks because if you know your loves and you do, you know that they will certainly get hungry again before it’s time for lunch.

The boys come back into the living room and you whistle at them in their outfits. Steve smiles bashfully and puts his hands in his pockets while Bucky smirks and gives you a little twirl showing off your choices.

“Thanks for the fashion expertise Sugar.”

“What can I say, I love taking care of my boys.” You shrug before handing the picnic basket to Bucky along with his sunglasses a hair tie and a baseball cap. You hand the backpack with all the other stuff in it to Steve along with his hat, wallet, and phone. You grab your purse off the counter and place your own sunnies on your head before clapping your hands together. 

“Alrighty Gents, who is ready for the best date day they’ve ever had.” You grab one hand from each of them as they take their rightful places at your side and lead them out to the black SUV you arranged to take you to the pier. 

The morning is going well, Steve and Bucky walk hand in hand with you up and down the boardwalk, looking and laughing at all the dumb junk in the tourist shops that line each side of the pier. Bucky begs you both to stop for ice cream and you can never say no to him so you do, continuing your day now each holding a cone in your hand. You drop Bucky’s hand to hold your own ice cream and he looks downright offended before you point out that he was the one who wanted ice cream in the first place.

Walking the boardwalk was nice, it was a perfect day too. Not too hot and with a nice breeze that made everything look so beautiful. The trees sway and the birds are flying. Your boys stay by your side the whole time and the three of you walk and talk, you go up and down the pier before you start guiding them to the spot on the beach you had scoped out earlier. You don’t stop the conversation and just take in the time you had with your lovers, cherishing these quiet days when none of you had anything to do but love each other. 

Eventually, you happen on the spot, it's a little further down the beach from all the people which affords you the privacy you need. Being with two heroes is nice in a lot of ways and not so nice in some others. People recognize your boys all the time and usually, it's not a problem, most of the public is super nice and doesn’t take up a lot of time but you really just want today to be the three of you, with no interruptions and no random people coming up to you.

You task Steve with setting out the blanket and Bucky with finding some rocks to weigh down the edges. He quickly pecks your lips before giving you a joking salute and setting down the beach. When the blanket is all set out and secured you sit down with the basket and begin pulling things out. Starting with the cooler that holds the sparking white wine and the strawberries that you had already cut. You pull out a container of turkey and cheese pinwheels, some chips and salsa, deviled eggs which Steve loves, and lemon bars which Bucky loves. As you reach in to grab the last container your hand meets something wet and sticky and you groan.

“Why’s it… sticky?” You pull your hand out along with the broken plastic container full of chopped watermelon and make a face at the residue on your hand. Bucky laughs at the look on your face and takes the watermelon from you. Steve jumps into action and begins looking in the backpack you packed for any napkins or wet wipes but before he can find them, Bucky takes your hand in his and runs his tongue down the side of your wrist licking up the juice. 

You pull your hand from him and give him a look, “Now my hand is sticky and covered in spit, thank you, James.”

“Just trying to help Sugar.” He winks at you.

“No, Stevie was trying to help,” You take the wet wipe from his outstretched hand, “You were being a perv.”

“I told you Sugar, when you’re around I’m… motivated.”

“You need to be motivated to eat all the food I packed because it’ll go bad before we get back home.”

“It looks great Sweetheart, thank you for making everything.” Steve, grabs one of the pinwheels you made and takes a bite, moaning a bit at the taste.

“Damn it Steve, now I’m… motivated.”

“I can help you with that Sugar.” Bucky wiggles his eyebrows at you. 

“I appreciate the offer Honey, but I don’t want sand to get all up, everywhere.”

“Fair enough Sugar.”

The three of you spend several hours lounging around the beach, you don’t have anything else planned until dinner later so you let yourself relax a little bit. The boys have no problem finishing all the food you packed and after a while of just sitting and watching the waves, they get a little restless. 

You smile and shake your head. You really do know your boys. You pull the backpack closer to you fishing out the frisbee you brought and a book for yourself. You toss the plastic disk at Steve, “Go crazy you too.”

They practically jump up and start running a little ways away from the blanket lest you accidentally get caught in the crossfire. Sometimes you forget that they haven't had much time to be young, the war stole so much from them and neither of them has had the chance to let go in a really long time. 

They play and you read for another hour or so, you occasionally take glances at them. They’ve graduated from just tossing the disk back and forth to trying some trick shots. Their laughter lifts your heart and sticks a smile firmly on your face. 

What drops your smile though is the sudden darkening of the sky and the water that falls from the heavens shortly after. Your book gets splattered with a couple of drops at first and you glance up at the sky, cursing lightly. It wasn’t supposed to rain today, you double and triple-checked the weather before you left. 

It certainly wasn’t supposed to start absolutely pouring, it’s like the sky opened up and in a single moment you and everything around you were soaked. 

The boys run back towards you as you scramble to start packing everything back up. They help and in a few minutes, the three of you are once again, hand in hand except this time you’re sprinting down the beach back toward the bridge you had passed earlier. You practically collapse once you’re under the shelter. Dropping everything in one big pile and falling backward into the sand. 

The boys look at you in concern for a few seconds before you just start bursting out in laughter. You look like a drowned rat you’re sure but they still look at you with heart-eyes. They sit down next to you and start laughing along with you. The rain only lasts for a few more minutes, departing just as quickly as it arrived.

“Looks clear Sugar, we can go.” Bucky pulls the backpack onto his shoulder and stands, offering you his hand to pull you up.

“Damn, we can’t go to the diner dripping wet and covered in sand.”

“How about…” Steve starts, “We head home, take a shower get changed, and order a pizza from that place in the city you like. Then we can watch a movie and snuggle on the couch for the rest of the night.” He pulls you into his chest, looking down at you and pushing some wet strands of hair off your neck.

“That sounds fantastic Stevie, what do you think Buck?” You turn to look at him.

“I just want to spend time with you, I don't care where.”

“Sap.” You throw at him. He just shrugs and walks closer to you and Steve, wrapping his arms around you both and placing a kiss on the side of both of your heads. 

“Alright,” you go to pull out your phone, “I’ll call the car and we can head home.

The car doesn’t take long to meet you back at the entrance to the beach, you make a mental note to apologize to the driver for getting sand on the seats and add a couple of bucks to the tip you had planned.

When the three of you get home you do just as Steve said. All three of you make your way to your bathroom, you strip out of your still kind of wet clothes and climb into the shower together. You each take turns washing each other, sharing kisses, and cleaning all the sand from your bodies. 

You get out and put on some pajamas, a pair of loose cotton shorts, and a tank top along with a pair of socks that have dinosaurs on them. You had bought a pair of them for each of you as a simple no reason kind of gift. 

You make your way out to the living room where Steve and Bucky have already begun setting up, lighting some candles, and putting your favorite and most soft blanket through a quick cycle in the dryer to get it nice and toasty.

“Alright Sugar, the pizza is on its way the couch is set up for some serious snuggling action all we need now is our girl and a movie to watch.” He pulls you down so that you are lying across both him and Steve, your legs propped up on Steve’s legs. He immediately grabs ahold of your calves and starts massaging the flesh there. 

Steve puts on Muppets from Space, one of the hundreds of movies on the list he and Bucky have to still watch and he dims the lights with his phone.

“You know, I wanted to take care of you guys today, this isn’t really fair.” You spoke out into the room.

“You do take care of us Sweetheart, every day you take care of us.”

“Yeah sugar, you took care of everything today, you scheduled the car for an hour later, you packed some of our favorites, you brought a frisbee and you had planned a nice dinner at the place we love. It’s not your fault the day got messed up by some rain.”

“Still, I almost got everything perfect.”

“Sweetheart, every day with you is perfect whether or not we end up soaking wet and covered in sand.” Steve squeezes your thigh to drive his point home.

“I love you guys.” You sit up to give each of them a kiss.

“We love you too sugar, now hush I want to find out what kinda creature Gonzo is.”

“I take it back, I love Stevie, I tolerate you.” You stick your tongue out at Bucky.

“Brat.” the two of them say in unison, voices laced with affection.

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Day 3 Early Access! 💖

Day 3 is now available for everyone to play in the 14DWY Discord server! Feel free to join here! (you'll need to verify your age to get in!)

After waiting so long, you can finally meet Moth and Kiara ^^ (character sheets coming soon!)

There's (yet another) woohoo scene, as well as a new Dead End!

New easter eggs! Fox Ren is real and he's sitting on his tail /silly

A noticeable update to the GUI and overall game "aesthetic"!

A brand new CG for Day 3! As well as all previous CG art matching Ren's hair length now!

And a ton of other things that I don't want to spoil ;v;

——— Day 3 is only available for Discord members right now, but it will be released to the public soon! Thank you for your patience ♡

[losergames]

update time! - 11th dec '24

we're here, it's almost time, it's happening!

a quick update from me as i haven't done one of these in a long long time -- episode 4 is now done! woohoo! the wordcount comes to about 58k. i have just handed it off to my lovely beta readers and will be continuing to edit as the comments and feedback rolls in.

normally i like to give the betas 1-2 weeks for feedback and another week after for myself for editing. but, since the holidays are very very close, i'm not sure the usual timeline will be in effect. so, i don't have a solid release date yet, either some time late december or early january, but it is close!

also very excited for this update as i've implemented a 'challenge' mode that disables the back button - so if you want to play cog style you can! shakes up the gameplay and gives people choice!

that's all from me right now, i will keep you guys posted when editing is completed and when the update will drop! cheers pals and much love <3

[yosajaeofficial]

ROTTMNT OC: “Hanging With Donnie” - Birthday Special!

A/N: LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO WE GOT THE COMIC INNNNNN!!! I’m so happy with this comic and I had so much fun doing it during April. It gave me life to do (all because I was early as hell and didn’t rush with it-) and so here it is! Everything is vague of course so spoilers wont be spilled, it’ll be a cool thing to theorize about once the official story starts coming out tbh. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed creating it, once again I’m super happy this got to release on my birthday woohoo! Have an amazing day and more stuff to come!

The Jayce Myles Comics Masterlist || Chapter 1: Fernando’s Taco Shop

[hunterxmilo]

Turnabout Pokemon Reunion: 10

Before Victini decides how they feel about this "stranger", Phoenix chips in to tell Victini that Edgeworth is an old friend of his! Apparently Phoenix had brought up Miles a few times before and that seems to spark something in Victini's memory...

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(Woohoo finally made it to page 10! To be honest I never thought I'd be making this such a long comic for this silly story I had in my head but I just kept sketching more and more to get me to this point. That being said I have caught up to where I had left off in my sketches BUT that doesn't mean I'll be ending on this cliffhanger (for too long). I plan to come up with a satisfying end for the "short" story I've had in my head but will need time to sketch the rest. I also plan to take a small break as to not run myself into burnout as I've done in the past and create other AA pieces and because I miss drawing in color. So for now thank you all for sticking around during this little AA Pokemon journey with me and I can't wait to share where it goes from here!

[redo-rewind-if]

Hi there everyone! I hope you've all had a good week!ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

Next Update (Chapter 4):

Opening: 100%

Avoid August/Confront Him: 100%

A Normal Day at Work: 90%

You Can Fix This, Right? 🤡: 0%

Keep Your Friends Close...: 0%

Avoidant Route: 0%

As you can probably tell, I've had a pretty productive week! The Work Day section is almost done! Woohoo!!

Which is good considering the next section will likely be the largest and most time consuming part of the chapter to write. And the sooner I get that done, the sooner I can make a solid estimate for the chapter's release. I'm hoping for early next year! 🤞

[1800titz]

BIG ANNOUNCEMENT (TDIAG + PATREON)

Hi lovely friends!!

I am so excited to announce that I have LAUNCHED A PATREON! Woohoo!! I’m even more excited to announce that the debut is an early release for the long awaited chapter 11 of TDIAG! ((the chapter will be uploaded on to tumblr and wattpad two weeks after its patreon upload)).

It’s $5 a month, and alongside early access to TDIAG updates, my patreon will offer exclusive teasers, unannounced ficlets (some patreon exclusives, some early release) like Gladiator!Harry, TA!Harry, Angry ballet man, a gruff vampire x his familiar, TRIVIA MAN, and a possible patreon exclusive unfinished fic that stands at over 120K in word count! There will also be early access to the second part of Ride the Tiger (pornstar!au), to Glaze (second part of pottery man), and patreon exclusive extras for both TDIAG and Ride the Tiger! I will also be writing patreon exclusive blurbs unrelated to the aforementioned, and I am open to taking requests!

For now, I am aiming to post two pieces a week + exclusive teasers, polls, and check-ins. I am absolutely brand new to patreon, and have so much appreciation for your patience in this first trial month. I’m eager to hear your feedback, your requests, and ways that I can possibly improve my patreon to make it an awesome space for you guys!

I hope to see you there (✿◠‿◠)

[gaydelgard]

honestly

all i can think of

with the new sims expansion

as they tease more features

is how early on in the lifespan of the sims 3 they released a patch where they were like 'fixed a bug where you could woohoo and have children with the grim reaper'

[sk1fanfiction]

(ch. 21/107) -- CASS !!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'VE DONE THIS TO ME 😖😖 this chapter was insane, i was on the edge of my seat the whole time, inching closer to my laptop like i wanted to insert myself into the story to see it with my own eyes. from the opening i was like "omg, harry's fucked" this is why you don't follow the ghosts of your dead mother, harold ! the claustrophobic space would've driven me over the edge personally, harry is a champ for staying as long as he did. it is also insanely in character for voldemort to keep harry's glasses close to him so he could "see" in the pitch black dark of the room, what a bitch. the whole confrontation with voldemort was just so *chef's kiss* with both harry AND ruby, they're both such spiteful little cretins i love them, they make voldemort so angry without even having to do much. i absolutely love it when voldy says he sees lily in ruby bc we all know everyone says that about harry with their parents, but i feel like it's very rarely said about ruby. one of my favourite moments was definitely moody calling tom dumbledore's "assistant" that had to have humbled him (also tom and dumbledore giving each other knowing looks, and tom "looking for approval" from dumbledore and all is so cute actually, that's his forced adopted son right there). we got the malfoy breakdown bathroom scene too, woohoo !! (i loved the wet cat comparison, he's such a fucking loser). also, got literal chills when ruby started "sweet talking" and placating malfoy and she's like "am i dumbledore? am i fucking tom riddle? well this is shit..." like girl... you've been amongst manipulators for way too long, you have become them 😭 anyway, get you friends like ron, hermione and anthony, they're so loyal and unhinged it's crazy. speaking of unhinged, i appreciated barty jr making an appearance ! poor ruby tho, getting chased by a madman, getting abandoned, stumbling upon voldemort's office, getting told your twin is dead and then getting saved all at once AND during exam season? yikes, i do not envy you girl. but hello? the ending scene?? you go bella, take charge girl?! but also, release tommy, what is my guy doing there? how did he get drugged?? 😭 can't trust teenagers(?) early twenties guys with nothing anymore (i forgot his age and cannot do the maths rn). YOU ARE SO CRUEL MAKING ME WAIT A WEEK FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER UGH !!

Insane was what I was going for, so I'm glad it delivered!!

This is indeed why you don't follow the ghost of your dead mother (especially when a Seer warned you not to chase ghosts). I thought the glasses were a nice touch (because Voldemort is a petty bitch if nothing else).

they're both such spiteful little cretins i love them -- spite is the Potter special. And, yes, a compliment from Voldemort (but at what cost).

Tom definitely doesn't fw being called Dumbledore's 'assistant' (he prefers colleague) and you know they were having a whole secret conversation with Legilimency.

Full disclosure, half the reason I sent Malfoy to Durmstrang for a whole three years is because personally I find him a little boring until HBP and the assassination plot and specifically the bathroom breakdown (the loser trait adds some dimension).

"am i dumbledore? am i fucking tom riddle? well this is shit..." like girl... you've been amongst manipulators for way too long, you have become them -- exactly, exactly, you get it. This is what happens when you get Sorted into the manipulator House, hang out with the Headmanipulator and do an exchange year with Lord Voldemort Junior.

Speaking of, yes, definitely get you friends who will break into Voldemort's headquarters to save you with zero plan. (I'm glad it was obvious the Death Eater chasing them was Barty Crouch since none of the characters mentioned his name). Ruby's going through to say the least (+Dumbledore and his dramatic timing).

Diary!Tom's about 19 right now (since he was 16 in June 1943/April 1993). I was thinking to myself I couldn't remember his exact age a while ago as well and had to check my character wiki. I'm not sure whether it's wilder that he's now older than I was when I started writing this fic or that he's gotten up to so much bullshit in such a short timespan.

Anyway, how Bellatrix and Tom wound up in that situation (along with everything else that happened 'off-screen') will be revealed! (Also Chapter 22 is 95% done but it's definitely coming on time).

[electronicclowncollector]

Chapter 6: The Big Game

“And that’s why I’m going to stay as far away from Mr Dragneel as I possibly can,” Sting said, causing laughter to erupt from the rest of the Saber Tooth club. Rogue was so amazed at Sting, he really did just have a way with words, it almost made him imagine what would happen if Mr Dragneel had enough time for the demonstration. “Anyway, it’s getting to that time of year, and you’ve heard me talk about it enough. It’s going to be the last match of the Dragon Ball season! The Saber Tooth Cats are going up against the Fairy Tailed Sprites and I’m playing team captain! And you guys are of course going to be watching!”

Rogue leaped from his seat in joy, “Woohoo! Go Saber Tooth Tigers! Nya! I- I mean meow…” he said, blushing as he sat back down on his seat. Sting reached over and patted Rogue’s back, “That’s the spirit! Oh, Rogue, you wouldn’t mind staying behind a while after? There’s something important I need to tell you.” The rest was a blur of Sting talking about the Dragon Ball sport while Rogue continued to overthink. After the club meetup ended, Sting closed the door, leaving them basically trapped in there. Rogue wondered what Sting would need to close the door for, why was it so private? Did Sting want to kiss him? Please let it be that Sting wants to kiss him, Rogue thought.

“This match is very important for me Rogue, which is why I’m going to need your help… You have a cat, yes? So you have experience with this sort of thing… So I need you to…”

“I do!” Rogue exclaimed with joy, barely even listening to what sting said, simply assuming he wanted to propose.

“Oh, great! I’m not sure that’s accurate grammar but thanks for accepting. I appreciate It dude. I’ll leave him with you before the match.” He said before getting up and walking out of the classroom. Rogue proceeded to sit under the table and think about his actions (and dragons) today, wondering why the hell he thought Sting was going to propose to him.

The day of the big game came by quick and nothing of plot relevance happened until then. Rogue arrived at the pitch early, carrying Fresh by the head. On the way to his seat Fresh decides to speak, “Sting’s cat Doug told me to tell you that he knows how you feel about Sting. What did he mean by that?”

Rogue brought fresh close to his face and said, “Silence, silly creature.”

Fresh responded with a ribbit and they arrived at their seat. Rogue sat down and placed fresh in his lap, but he froze up the moment he saw Sting on the pitch, looking back at him, shirtless. Rogue had completely forgotten that the required uniform for Dragon ball was to be completely shirtless. Doug was being carried like one might carry a dragon ball, under the arm. Sting came running and went to Rogue’s seat and plopped Doug down on his lap, “Thanks again for offering to take care of doug during the big game. I should get going now, I gotta huddle up with the rest of the team to discuss the gameplan.”

There was a sudden rumbling in the bleachers. “Ah, the dragon must be a feisty one for this match.” Sting said, scratching the back of his head. Rogue gulped, squeezing the two cats close to him in fear, doug spoke, “Cool it cat boy, If the dragon attacked us it would be pretty tough”

“But would you lose?” Fresh asked, watching doug with awe in their eyes

“Nah, I’d win.” Doug said, causing fresh to gasp loudly.

That was when the game began, the two teams charged towards the Dragon ball in the middle of the court. Natsu Dragneel, captain of the Fairy Tailed Sprites looked fierce as ever, being faster then sting he easily picked up the dragon ball and dodged out of the way of Sting, making his way to the goal. He was promptly incinerated by the dragon who had just been released. It was a rookie mistake, the goal of Dragon ball was to pass the ball around your team like a hot potato while getting it to the goal so the dragon doesn’t kill you or your teammates.

The match continued and the scores were neck and neck, Rogue was completely invested in the match (and sting’s abs) that he didn’t notice the sudden disappearance of Fresh and Doug! When he realised what had happened he sprinted from the bleachers in tears as he began running out of the stadium to look for the two cats, on his way out he bumped into Lucy Heartfilia, she was pretty friendly. He had seen her in the library getting books while he read about dragons regularly.

“S- s- sorry lucy! Gotta go! I lost something and it’s an emergency!” Rogue said as he ran past her

“Hope you find what your looking for!” Lucy called to him with a friendly smile as he ran off.

He searched everywhere, classrooms, cabinets, he even did a few interrogations. But it seemed like no use. “WHERE IS FRESH?!?!?!?” he said, tears like waterfalls as he made his way back to his seat sadly. He was having trouble keeping his inner dragon from bursting out, he was angry, and you don’t want to anger someone like Rogue. He could kill everyone if it turned out that fresh was dead. But as he was heading back to the stadium he heard cheering and looked up, the dragon was flying laps around the pitch, chasing the remaining members of the Fairy Tailed Sprites, even Bickslow, lead cheerleader of the Fairy Tailed sprites was chanting for the saber toothed cats. With closer inspection, there were 2 blobs atop the dragon… no, 2 cats! Fresh and doug! The referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the game. The 2 cats leapt off the dragon, hand in hand, as Sting caught them in his arms, walking over to Rogue

“Rogue, where were you?! You should’ve seen what happened, it was so good!” Sting exclaimed, god sting looked so muscular and tall and strong and buff when shirtless

“Y- yeah… I was doing stuff…” he says with a blush

Sting laughed, “Typical rogue, so enigmatic. I’m gonna head back to the changing rooms now. Thank you so much for minding the cats, I owe you one.”

Sting was then promptly carried away by his teammates to celebrate the victory with some shirtless drinking off screen.

Rogue then sat on the bleachers for another hour cuddling fresh and crying (while thinking about how cool that dragon was).

[meraki24601]

Not Sick: Part 2

Whumptober day 2! Woohoo! I chose thermometer.

Part 1

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Something was poking the inside of Whumpee’s mouth. Not the way they wanted to wake up. 

“No. I told you to hold that still.” A voice groaned as a hand pushed Whumpee’s jaw closed, pressing the object firmly into their mouth and below their tongue. “Don’t whine at me. If you had told me you were sick sooner, we could have caught this before it got so bad.”

The hand on Whumpee's face was cool. Their skin felt like it was burning. Every part of them ached, pulling a moan from their ashy throat. 

A loud beeping made Whumpee flinch, and the hand drew away, taking the object with it. They missed the comfort immediately. Whumpee couldn't stop the slight lean in the direction it had gone. They needed it back. Please, don't leave them like that.

Music flowed over Whumpee, releasing the tension holding them under. 

The voice was humming a familiar tune. The song's name was on the tip of their tongue, but Whumpee couldn't seem to grasp it. Instead, they allowed their eyes to flutter open, squinting against the light coming in from the open window. 

Caretaker was standing next to Whumpee's desk, observing the object in their hand and taking notes. Their brow was furrowed in that funny way that made Whumpee want to remind them of their future wrinkles. But… their mouth was quirked up in a soft, lopsided smile. It was new. They were humming so softly. Obviously trying not to disturb Whumpee while providing some small comfort since they hummed louder every time Whumpee took a deep breath. This was new. This was odd and… new.

Whumpee gasped as their throbbing head clenched around their focus. Their hand shook as they dragged it out from under the blanket wrapped around them to grip at their forehead. The only thing that kept them from crying out was Caretaker whispering gently, "Yeah, I know. I'll get some more medicine once the stores open, but you're going to have to hang on until then, and… You're awake."

Flinching slightly at the rough change in Caretaker's voice, they looked over at their roommate. A frown had taken over their expression, and they looked mad. Whumpee wanted to apologize immediately. If stores weren't even open, it must have been really early. Caretaker had no reason to be standing in their room taking care of them when Whumpee had been nothing but rude the past couple of days. They wanted to thank them for being kind. Maybe even ask for some water since they honestly couldn't remember the last time they were able to keep some down. "Not sick."

"Really? Hmm. Guess we need to get a new thermometer since this one says you have a 102° (39°C) fever." Caretaker tossed the thermometer on the desk. "Tell you what, if you can sit up on your own, I'll believe you. Even though you've been basically unconscious for the past two days."

Now that was a bad idea. Too late now, though.

Whumpee tried. They shook and shivered. They moaned with each wave of hurt. When Caretaker started to apologize and take back their words, Whumpee ignored them. They made it up to their elbows, head too heavy to hold above their pillows before Caretaker intervened. 

Caretaker's arms wrapped around Whumpee, taking on their weight as Whumpee dropped in surprise. A hand shifted to lift Whumpee's head to Caretaker's shoulder. Whumpee waited for the panic to take over, but it didn't come. 

"I'm sorry, Whumpee. I know, I'll let you go in just a second. Let me shift your pillows so you can rest on them. I'll stop touching you, I promise. Just let me help you for a moment."

Whumpee turned their head so they were buried against Caretaker's cool throat. 

Fear didn't come until Caretaker released them in a more upright position against their pillows. Why had that felt so good? Nobody touches Whumpee. They didn't want them to. What was this fever doing to them? Their chest tightened. What moisture they had in their mouth caught and triggered a deep cough that didn't stop.

"I'm sorry, Whumpee. Just stay still. I'll get you some water." Caretaker sounded on the brink of tears as they rushed out the door.

They didn't see Whumpee's hand reaching after them. They were gone before Whumpee choked out a desperate plea for them to stay. 

Part 3

[allieebobo]

Progress update

I know I haven't been posting much since the middle of May, sorry about that! I've got good news though: progress on Merry Crisis has actually picked up pace in the past two weeks since more or less recovering from my cold! Woohoo!

I should be on track to finish writing and start editing the entirety of the fourth chapter by next weekend. This means a targeted/tentative early-release date of ~25th Jun for ko-fi supporters, depending on how quickly the editing goes! The public release will be a week after.

This update already contains roughly 30k words, and will include: a morning with Shay (including the bike ride if you agreed), the full flashback of the Qiu incident/what went down before college, plus the class reunion where you meet Qiu again.

I'll post a more detailed synopsis when the release dates are more firm! :)

As for CT:OS, I'm done with the outline for the next chapter, and will resume work once the update for Merry Crisis is live!

Thank you so much for your continued enthusiasm for both IFs, you guys have no idea how much I appreciate your messages and support ❤️😊

[aclowntiny]

It's Not Easy Being Green- Jongho x Female!Writer!Reader

woohoo this title is a pun because green like new but also drink haha get it??? MORE COFFEE SHOP MORE >:) but we get to mix it up, no barista!reader this time hehe. Also, Jongho with glasses???? I simp

Word Count: 3089 | Coffee Shop, Fluff, Faint Angst | Warnings: I mention Fifty Shades of Grey just by title lmao

The sun remained faint beneath the cover of clouds and morning. A cool breeze blew, blessing what bits of Jongho's skin it could reach. He sighed to himself at the release, having just left a morning gym session and still feeling a tad bit sweaty despite wiping off.

As he shook out his hair, Jongho spotted a café two doors down from his position, deciding to stop in on the way back and get an iced coffee. Anything to cool off and regain some much-needed energy.

He was second in line despite it being so early. The girl in front of him probably had work, he considered. She did have a laptop case in hand, after all, though it didn’t appear she was dressed up. Huh.

When she was done ordering, he stepped up to the counter, ordering a caramel iced coffee from the kind shop owner, a lady about ten or fifteen years older than Jongho himself, before making his way to a seat. The girl that had been in front of him in line was now sitting at the table adjacent to his; she had pulled out her laptop, typing away as she waited. Wow, hard worker.

A few scrolls on his phone later, Jongho glanced up to watch the woman shuffle happily over to his table neighbor, placing a cup down with a smile and a “Here you go, (y/n). What are you working on today?”

The girl, (y/n) apparently, smiled back. She had a kind smile. “The same one as usual,” she sighed, “but you know I love it.”

“I do. You know I’ll read it when you finish, right?”

“If I finish it.”

“You will. I know you will. You're so close.”

“Thanks, Dahye-eonni.”

Jongho couldn’t help but smile to himself at the warm interaction. Clearly the lady was friendly to regulars, doing more than just serving them coffee. He couldn’t help but feel curious about what the girl was working on, though. Glancing over, he met her eyes, prompting her to smile, so he took his chance.

“I heard you’re here to work- what is it you’re making?”

“Well, I write, which you probably guessed by the reading comment,” you answer with a chuckle.

“Like essays or a book?”

“Novels, yeah.”

“What are they about?” Jongho found himself asking before he could stop and think.

She got shy suddenly, her eyes dropping from his. “Well, I won’t go on and on, but I can tell you a bit about what it’s about.”

“Sure.”

The café owner, Dahye as (y/n) called her, slid in and dropped Jongho’s drink off as he listened to (y/n), making a joke about her bringing more regulars in.

“She’s here every other morning for a matcha latte and a quiet place to write,” the woman explained with a smile as she looked back and forth, “doesn’t she have an amazing imagination?”

She sure did have some big ideas for her story, things Jongho would have never even considered. He had some artistic skills, sure, but crafting characters and stories like that wasn’t what he’d call his forte. And the fact that (y/n) did it almost as second nature?

“Yes, she does.”

The way she beamed alone was worth the comment.

~

It wouldn’t hurt to stop by that café again. Dahye was nice, the coffee was good, it was a nice place.

The image of (y/n) flashed in Jongho’s head. The coffee was good, he repeated to himself simply.

She was there. Jongho saw her seated already by the time he’d entered, laptop out. He found his eyes scanning the stickers on its (y/f/c) surface, taking in the things she liked before they flicked over her face. She looked focused, determined, eyes not even leaving the screen when she took a drink, reaching blindly but straight for her matcha and bringing it to her lips as she typed with one hand.

Chuckling, he crossed the stained concrete to the simple white cash register, venturing a protein latte since he wasn't looking forward to what Wooyoung was making for breakfast that morning.

The chairs were faintly bowl-shaped, Jongho falling a bit into their embrace as he took a seat at the same table as last time. The one facing (y/n).

For the first time, she looked up from her screen, LED light reflected in her eyes as she gave Jongho a smile, one he immediately returned.

"You come from the gym, don't you?"

He nodded.

"Look at you being all healthy and stuff," you teased, one corner of your lips quirking up a bit more.

He shrugged, amusement playing on his own expression. "I just enjoy staying active."

"I wish I had that," (y/n) replied, glancing down a bit, cheekily sheepish.

"If you did, though, we wouldn't have your great stories, right? I also wish I could do what you do, but you know what? You can train, get stronger and stronger, but the spark of telling a story is either there or it isn't. It's hard to make yourself good at understanding characters, you know?"

Nodding, (y/n) peered into Jongho's eyes with wide ones, the color of which really was quite nice. "I guess I never thought about that before. That sounds like something out of a book, though!" You both giggled at that.

"Well, work it in then," Jongho teased.

"If it ever fits in, I will. Guess I need to write a writer."

"Well, you'd know how to do that."

"Are you kidding? Half my job is just staring at a word doc. It's like this meme. Hold on," you told him as you reached into your pocket for your phone.

~

He'd gotten up a little earlier and worked a little harder. Thoughts of his plan both sped him up and spurred him on, suddenly making his gym trip seem secondary- a stepping stone along the way, albeit a sweaty, barbell-laden one.

Jongho had decided to buy (y/n) her latte for her this morning. Dahye greeted him with a wave and used his name, cementing his unwitting regular status as he leaned on the counter. The woman gave a smile that rose straight to her eyes when he ordered both a caramel iced coffee and a matcha latte.

"Oh?" She inquired, gaze boring into Jongho's.

"I decided to surprise (y/n) with it. Would you mind making it for her when she comes in?"

"Not at all," the kind woman answered, clicking the pen she held in her hand out, in, out, in, "Are you going to stay and watch?"

"Of course," it was Jongho's turn for a scheming look, "but not from my regular spot, I'm going to hide around the corner."

The café seating area was L-shaped, stretched around the kitchen and treated to a minor visual separation in the form of a small decorative trellis. Jongho positioned himself behind ivy to wait for both his coffee and (y/n).

The bell tinkled. He'd timed it well, then, (y/n) arriving right before his own drink was done. She stood, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, and waited a few moments while Dahye puttered around the kitchen, pouring this and measuring that. Enough pours and measures and a frown of confusion furrowed (y/n)'s brow, though she remained in place, hand fiddling with the strap of her rectangular computer bag.

"Sit, sit," Dahye finally urged, popping from behind the counter to wave her hand forward and back at (y/n) as if shooing a bug, not a woman, "I'll be right there."

Jongho had to suppress a laugh at (y/n)'s confused face, brow furrowing even harder and eyes squinting slightly. This was turning into far more than he thought it would.

(y/n) slid into her usual seat and pulled out her laptop with a shrug. Just as she was opening up the program she wrote on, though, Dahye appeared at her side with a mug of steaming green.

"You didn't take my order," she told the older woman.

"I didn't need to," Dahye shot back, "it's been covered already."

"Wha-"

Jongho chose this moment to pop out from behind the ivy with a wave and a small "surprise!"

(y/n)'s eyes looked like she'd been handed a winning lottery ticket, not her go-to drink order. "Really?"

"Absolutely. You've been working really hard, it sounds like, so I just wanted to take a bit of burden off of you, maybe make you smile?"

"You did," (y/n) replied, beaming, "my manuscript is almost done and it has been really stressful. I feel like a disgusting little hermit, but I want to be submission ready more than anything."

"You don't look like a disgusting little hermit," both Jongho and Dahye chimed in at the same time, followed by a shared glance and smirk from the latter, which caused the former to suddenly break contact uneasily.

"You guys are too sweet," (y/n) giggled, taking a sip of her free drink with a little shoulder dance of joy at its taste.

"We're your fan club," Dahye remarked, "though I think Jongho here is taking over as president."

He started. What did she mean by that? "I'm sure I'll be an even bigger fan when I read the whole novel. Good luck, (y/n)." And with that, he took up the iced coffee he'd purchased and strode out, giving the writer one last smile and wave.

~

"Ok, this is it!"

Two more café visits later, (y/n) had hermited her way into having a submission-worthy format on her novel. Her words, not Jongho's, though he'd been there for some of it about four days past, hours of staring and clicking with some breaks to talk about her characters or worries that no one would want to read what she was writing.

"I'm sure they will. I mean, look, Fifty Shades of Grey sold and all people do is make fun of how badly written and uncomfortable it is. Your sentences actually sound intelligent and contribute something good to people's brains."

She giggled at that. Jongho's straightforwardness was refreshing to her, she'd told him. No need to question his motives or anything like that. "You probably give the best criticism, too."

He hadn't thought about that before, but a sudden wave of motivation to give her the best criticism if she asked it of him had hit when she'd commented that.

She wrung a napkin in one hand as the other hovered over the track pad of her laptop in preparation to submit. Before clicking, she paused, a few heartbeats passing as she glanced between her now-empty matcha mug and Jongho. "Wait."

"What?"

"Should I change the tagline on the cover here? It looks corny now, I feel like I could put out better. But what quote would I use?"

"I like that one you posted on the graphic on your instagram the other day," Jongho suggested with an approving nod.

(y/n)'s eyes lit up, their lovely color shining as bright as ever as sunbeams cut through the latticed windows of the shop, stopping in their tracks upon reaching her irises. "You followed my writing page?"

"Of course," Jongho responded with a soft smile, "I'm in your fan club, remember?"

She smiled. Backspaced. Typed. Submitted. "I feel confident now. That was all I needed," she told him, reaching over to lay her hand over his as it rested on the table.

Confident was how she should feel, Jongho's brain managed to override his somersaulting heart, how she should view herself all the time. Capable. Skilled. Wonderful at what she does. Pleasant. No, a joy. He wanted to be what she needed again. And maybe again and again.

"No, you're the president, remember?" Dahye strode by with another customer's dishes in hand, chiding Jongho with a wink.

Ignoring that, he pulled out his phone to show you a writing meme he thought you would like, grinning widely when you showed him you saved a gym one to show him.

~

Something was wrong, Jongho could see that the moment he detected the absence of (y/n)'s laptop or its bag at her table. He still ordered her drink, maintaining the custom he'd begun a handful of trips back, but he asked Dahye if she knew anything.

"Stop her from spouting that nonsense," the woman told him, "you're the only one that can."

"What does that mean? Why are you always saying things like that?"

The café owner just looked at him, dark eyes daring his. "I think you know why, free matcha boy. Now get over there. She's more blue than green today, at least for now. You're the one to add that sunshine yellow."

Jongho squinted into her nonsense. "I think you've been hanging out with the literary types too much."

"Just get in there and cheer my other regular up. I'll bring you two donuts."

"Just one, I'm not a big donut person."

"No, you have all the sweetness you need, don't you?"

There was no defending himself from the remark, not when his eyes involuntarily slid (y/n)'s way at the mention of sweetness. Sighing at the way her head fell into her bent arms, he strode over to her table, taking the seat next to her instead of the one across from her like usual. Heart beating a little faster, he tentatively raised a hand, hovering it over her back before thinking better of it.

"(y/n), are you alright?"

She shook her head, glancing up at him with tear-filled eyes. "I got rejected."

Jongho's heart was really hammering then; any moment it might burst out of his ribcage. "What kind of fool would reject you?"

"I told you people wouldn't be interested in the type of story I told. Not enough drama. Not that they said that, of course they had to be vague and just say it wasn't what they were looking for so I don't even know how to improve! I don't even know what I have to change, and with that I can't grow into an actually good writer-"

"Whoa," Jongho interrupted, leaning a bit closer to her with a jolt of pleasure at the feeling of their arms brushing against each other, "I'm going to have to stop you right there. You are a good writer. Remember how frustrated you were with your classmates in college barely having elementary sentence skills? That's because they aren't good like you are. Have you heard Dahye talk lately? She's become more and more colorful thanks to you. The way you put the world out there, even if it isn't this one, has changed the way she sees everything."

"It has?" She sniffled, sitting up a bit.

"It has," Jongho repeated, "and your story doesn't need to become something it's not over one rejection. Harry Potter got rejected, like, five or eight times. Would you say Harry Potter was not successful?"

"No," (y/n) muttered, shaking her head.

"And this is only your first try. Sometimes we crash, but that doesn't mean we're destroyed."

"I feel destroyed," she replied quietly, "I don't want to write anymore."

"You don't have to right now, but don't stop doing something you love because one person doesn't like it. You have plenty of followers, you have Dahye and me, and we all like it just how it is. I never want you to feel destroyed. I like you too much."

A single tear slid from her widening eye, cutting a glistening path down the lovely curve of her cheek. "You like me?"

Jongho gasped, not really having planned on confessing like that, but he was nothing if not straightforward. No going back now. "I do. I only kept coming to this café to see you," he answered.

"I knew it!" Dahye called from the kitchen. That got a shaky chuckle even from (y/n), who ventured a bigger smile when Jongho's face lit up at her returned mirth.

Once again, he felt spurred on, like that runner's high that hits or the determination to finish a set, though expressing one's feelings was a far different exercise than pull-ups or a good jog were.

"I kept coming to see you and I really wanted to make your burdens lighter. That's why I kept buying your drinks. I just wanted to take care of you a little, especially if you weren't doing it yourself. I like the idea of being there to take care of you. To hear every bit of your stories from your own mouth. That's the effect you have on me, and I'm sure you could have it on countless other people if you put yourself out there and let them know you."

(y/n) just stared at him, eyes still wide, smile faltering and rising again tentatively.

"You, er," Jongho rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly feeling awkward over the whole monologue, "don't have to worry about all the me stuff or answer that, but please keep writing, alright? You felt so confident the other day- don't lose that over one opinion, ok?"

"You're right," she breathed, nodding shakily, "it was like this in writing workshop, too. People tore one of my stories apart because one of the characters was too one-dimensional and one of my professors only craved extreme drama. I can't let that get into my head. Everyone is different. It's just...hard when you pour hours in and they don't like it. But it's like you said, I love to write. I do it subconsciously every day, imagining how I would describe things in words. I physically can't stop," she chuckled, the playful lilt returning a bit, "and I really won't if that's what got you to like me back."

"Back?" Jongho's face lit up again, awkwardness melting away like butter.

"That's right. I was getting a little worried my love interest character was going to shift gears and become a strong, athletic sweetheart if I didn't keep the reins on it."

"Well, I like your character's love interest as he is, just like the rest of your amazing story that you need to submit to more, better publishers that actually have taste, but could I try out being your love interest?"

"Wow, you just dropped feedback, a corny line, a diss, and flirted with me in one incredibly long sentence," (y/n) commented, dabbing tears off her face with a napkin, "how could I say no? I'd love to go out with you."

"Good. I already know what I want to do."

You gave one final sniff. "What's that?"

"I want to hear you read to me."

[universitypenguin]

An update about the status of the upcoming chapter of TPAL:

So, I was planning on revising and editing today (Friday) and releasing the chapter this evening. However, there were unforeseen complications with that plan - I got a call this morning that a spot had opened up for me to do my skills exam for my license today. Of course I took the spot and tested my skills a week early to get it out of the way. I passed, woohoo! 🥳

Now I’m home and all I want to do is take a nap.

So that’s what I’m going to do. We’ll see if I’m up for editing when I wake up. If so, maybe I’ll post tonight. If not, we’ll aim for tomorrow night.

Editing is going really well. I’ve definitely got my writing mojo back, guys.

[spacemanxpaninis]

☕ - If you and your F/O went to a cafe, what would your drink orders be?

🍓 - After your drinks, would you order desserts? What would you order?

AHHHHH DGCSDCVX I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD DO IT 🥺 and yesterday I went to a local French café so this was perfectttttt ahem anyhoo!!!

☕️- Starting with me, I pretty much always get a london fog or a matcha latte 🖤 ya girl is not a coffee person 😆 but as far as The Squad™ goes:

❤️‍🔥: At first she’s just like a fuckin uhhhh coffee???? Then she learns she can get ✨flavors✨ and ✨SPRINKLES✨ and oh my god. One frappuccino for my frappu-queeno. Karlach dies when I say that and demands I say it to the barista too. She’s lucky I simp for her love her.

⚜️: My boy Louis is FRENCH so it’s going to depend on the time of day. Morning? Probably café au lait. Afternoon? Probably un noisette. I’m just sitting there with my tea of shame like woohoo babe you’re so authentic!!! like we’re not LITERALLY IN FRANCE AND I’M JUST THE AMERICAN WHO MARRIED INTO TS

👽: Insists it’s cringe to get anything other than a rEGuLAr cOFfeE but then sees me with my matcha and is like it’s green??? And I’m like yessir we love chlorophyll in this house isn’t it pretty 🥰 and suddenly both of us are always there in the café with our violently green cups because you cannot convince me this man isn’t a sucker for brightly colored shit look at him. Howard and I both love it when they draw stuff in the foam. Since we’re regulars the baristas have started surprising us with nerd shit on our nerd drinks!

📒: When starbucks released that lavender cold foam? Yeah that was for Annie actually. She loves it. Her absolute favorite is an iced latte with lavender cold foam and I often get a lavender matcha to match 🥰

💅🏼: Max is like Howard, he lowkey thinks it’s unmanly to get, like, not a black coffee. Thus it becomes a running joke that he gets a black coffee when he’s dressed what he deems ‘regular’ or even boring, and a fancy lil cinnamon chaiccino when he’s crossdressing. Thinks my matcha is sus AF becauss it’s green and teasingly gives me shit for it, but does give my London Fog a try.

⚔️: I also don’t think Eowyn would actually be a big coffee person. She prefers tea, something calming or floral usually. I can see her getting a good jasmine tea and really loving it 🥰 she also enjoys my London Fog, too, so sometimes we share our drinks!

🍓- I LOVE A BEAR CLAW 😤 anything almond like that? HELL YEAH. Or a chocolate croissant? HELL! YEAH! My dumbass just loves pastries though fr

❤️‍🔥: All the desserts! Ok, maybe not all, but we always get two or three to split. She also likes bear claws and thinks the name is badass, so we usually get one of those and something wonderfully impractical that we have no business consuming in the morning, like a long thin bar of dulce de leche cake or a cupcake that was so cute she needed it immediately.

⚜️: Oh Louis is with me on the croissants. Except those are not chocolate croissants, apparently it’s pain au chocolat and the Americans just don’t know what tf we’re talking about. I’d be offended if he wasn’t A. right B. cute C. buying me said pain au chocolat and also exposing me to chausson aux pommes another time 😌

👽: Bro you ever had? Fuckin BABKA? Very fire. Miss Howard with those tiny little starbucks scones, his mom knows a lady. Secondary location baby. Our asses are hitting up a legit bakery. Café day with Howard and I goes hard 😤 and if anything else looks good? He gets it he’s my lil princess 😌

📒: Little fruit tarts! Or if it’s early a strawberry and peach danish. We cut them in half and split them 🥰

💅🏼: It’s a fifty-fifty what dessert we get with our drinks, typically either a traditional dessert or just, like, wonderfully shitty donuts from the closest shop in Toledo. Lebanese sweets are so boss dude. Namoura or baklava is always a good choice! As far as the donuts we’d get, I love a maple donut or an old-fashioned (which given it’s the 1950s, maybe that’s just a donut 😂) and Max usually gets a chocolate one!

⚔️: Eowyn seems like an apple strudel or bear claw girlie too! She and I are also splitters and sharers, so the one of each cut in half works perfectly.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK 🥰