#I wrote this at 12 in the morning btw

[quickficss]

You Don’t Scare Me

I WANT LAMBERT TO BE COMFORTED AND CARED FOR GOD DAMN IT. THATS IT. THATS THE FIC.

Implied Lambert/Jaskier|Dandelion (and implied geraskier) as well as some family dynamic with the other wolves. Hurt/Comfort. 1,414 words. AO3

It was a shit day. A shit day at the end of a shit week, which was at the end of a shit month, which was at the end of a shit year, which was arguably at the end of a shit fucking life. It was all shit, and he was angry about it. anyone would be if they were in his shoes.

His brothers got everything. The fame, the respect, the women and men, everything. He had something once, someone. But he lost him as soon as he let him in.

It was the anniversary of Aidens death, and Lambert wasn’t handling it well. The first half of the day was spent in his room, destroying anything and everything he could get his hands on, and the second half of the day was spent throwing bombs into the lake while screaming. Or maybe crying. It was probably both if he was being honest with himself, which he was never going to be.

Now he felt like a shell. The only thing he felt all day was anger and grief, but now he felt nothing. It was late, around dinner or a little after that. His brothers and Jaskier were in the main hall probably drinking and laughing, unaware of his pain. They didn’t care. No one did.

At least, so he thought.

“There you are” a voice called to him from behind. a melodramatic voice that was unnaturally quiet, compared to the ballads he constantly belted out. Turning his head, Lambert saw the bard standing there, his hands clasped behind his straight back, his loud outfit especially offensive to his eyes in this dim lighting. He growled deep in his throat like a wild animal prepared to back up his bark with a bite. This only earned a roll of the bard's blue eyes.

“Hush now, Lamb.” He lightly scolded with a smile, making his way over without hesitance or fear. “There’s no need to act like that. Come and drink with me and your family, huh? You’ve been down all day.”

“What would you know?!” The witcher snapped, moving his shoulder away from the bard's open hand. “I have every right to be upset! You don’t know anything about me or what I’ve been through, so don’t fucking pretend that you do!”

The bard frowned, lowering his hand to his side as he looked up at the wolf. Lambert noticed that he didn’t smell of fear or disdain or even annoyance, but heartache.

“Lambert” Jaskier began, carefully stepping closer to the cornered wolf, not because he was afraid of being bitten but afraid he would scare lambert off. “Geralt... he told me what happened... he told everyone. Not Yen or Ciri obviously, but he told the people you... see the most often. The people who are here.” A blinding rage caused Lambert's vision to see red. How dare Geralt go behind his back to tell everyone of something so personal, something he trusted him with the knowledge of? He clenched his hands into fists, which caught Jaskiers attention.

“Don’t misunderstand!” Jaskier quickly added, putting his hands up in a stop position with an anxious smile. “He didn’t give any details or even names. He just told us that you had lost someone a couple of years ago to the day and that's why every time this date comes around you get... moody.” The bard winced at his own wording, probably aiming for something more gentle or poetic. The youngest witcher growled again before crossing his arms.

“So what?  Are you here to mock me? Poke fun at me? Call me weak? Because I’m warning you now, I’m not in the fucking mood.”

“Gods no! Do I really come across as such a heartless bastard?” Jaskier exclaimed as he brought a hand up to his chest. Lambert couldn’t help the crooked smile that rose to his lips, which earned a huff and a muttered “Don’t answer that” from the bard. Rubbing a hand across his face, the younger man continued. “Lamb, I hate to see you like this, we all do. Just join us for a couple of pints, a few rounds of cards, whatever you want. We haven’t seen you all day and... we’re concerned.”

Lambert scoffed as he turned on his heel and began marching down the hall again. “Thank you but no thank you, I’m perfectly fine on my own, now get lost before I- Ack!” The man was stopped in his tracks when two arms suddenly wrapped around his torso, refusing to let go. He heard Jaskier coming up from behind him obviously, he just wasn’t expecting... that. “You don’t scare me, you fucking asshole,” Jaskier said, his words muffled from Lambert's shirt. “You are coming to be with us and that's final. It’s not good to process grief alone. Please let us...” he trailed off for a moment, “... let me help you.”

Something about the way Jaskier sounded so genuine, the way the smell of compassion rolled off of him in waves, caused Lambert to suddenly stop his train of thought. Jaskier tightened his grip around the man's chest, fist curling around the front of his shirt.

“Please” was all Jaskier had to add before Lambert caved. He could feel his eyes sting but quickly brought his hands up to wipe stray tears before the bard was any the wiser. “Fine.”

He followed the bard into the main hall, where his brothers and Vesemir sat waiting with an extra mug of mead spiked with white gull for him. It seemed as though this was planned. Thankfully, no one forced him to say anything, no one even brought it up. It was only when he was good and drunk when Vesemir draped a thin blanket over his shivering form, did he break. He of course didn’t say anything about his and Aiden's relationship explicitly, but the looks he received as he was drunkenly ranting and raving about the Cat witchers food preferences told him that they knew.

He didn’t even realize he was crying until a good three seconds after he started smelling the salt. He cringed at that fact, as it only brought to light how inferior his reflexes were compared to his brothers.

Despite all that, no one condemned him. No one made him out to feel weak or pathetic, they only listened and offered comforting words. He was also pretty sure Geralt let him win at Gwent on purpose, but he was too happy about the fact he finally beat the white wolf to care.

When the hour was late, or rather early in the morning, it was only him, the bard, and the bard’s muse. Geralt and Jaskier exchanged looks that the youngest wolf couldn’t quite read, but after what seemed like a staring match Geralt stood up and patted Lambert on the shoulder before leaving to go to bed.

And then there were two.

“... do you want me to write a ballad about him?” Jaskier voiced gently.

“No... Yes. I mean- fuck, I don’t know.” Lambert slurred, staring at the bottom of his mug.

“You should head to bed. It’s late and you had a long day.” The bard smiled at him from across the table. Lambert's mouth and throat became dry. He had the realization that he didn’t want to be left alone just yet, but he knew the human was probably tired. He wasn’t sure how long humans should stay awake, he never had one to take care of as Geralt did, but he was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to stay awake as long as Jaskier had.

“Could you...” Lambert began, tripping over his tongue, “I mean, can you... I just... I don’t....” He could feel himself getting flustered as he watched Jaskier’s grin grow, his cornflower eyes filling with mirth. “Could you just... spend the night with me? Not to do anything! I just don’t...” He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“Sure” was not the answer he was expecting. They walked to Lambert’s room in silence, and the wolf learned four things that night.

1. Jaskier slept in his briefs

2. Jaskier was surprisingly buff under all that puffy fabric

3. Jaskier’s feet were cold

and 4. He fell asleep much easier when he was accompanied by the gentle smell of chamomile.

Jaskier wasn’t an Aiden. He realized he still needed time to heal. Maybe next winter, however, he could ask Geralt how open the relationship was.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Junicrane/Starstruck Ramble

I will not be brief, all under the cut

To clear some things right off the bat:

No corpse, no proof with Juniper. Obligatory this is set in a canon where he's alive and adjacent to the agency in some way.

Reggie & Juniper are just gay to me, but I don't mind any interpretation of their sexuality

The games are set in 1967/68 to me (based on a couple bits in game) which is before it was legal to be gay in America at least (1971), which is relevant to how I interpret canon as being somewhat grounded in reality, despite unrealistic elements.

This is just an insane amount of headcanons/elements of and AU all culminated into one post. I will talk about some headcanons like they're just facts because they are established in my head, and it saves me over explaining literally everything, however I will explain some parts a little bit for clarity.

Alright. Actual beginning of the ramble:

Juniper is a character to me who had gotten so lost in his job as an actor and a social presence that in the end his whole life revolved around that 'role'. Because of this, by the time he's put into the situation where he's around the Agency, he basically knows nothing about himself, though he doesn't realise at first. Furthermore, what little identity he had has changed in so many ways. He's no longer a beloved famous actor in the prominence of public light, he's legally dead and he tarnished his career just before he was supposed to die, with the bonus of that making him lose the majority of his estate. From that, he also has horrific facial scarring from the electrical burns from literally having his face fried. I believe a friend of mine made a post about this a while ago (I also think they were the first to think it up also), but, to me, Juniper has a permanent trimmer in his right arm (aka his dominant hand) from the electrical current and it is messing with his nervous system.

All in all, he's not doing great, but he's too proud to admit that he's not doing great, because if anything, what's left of his ego is all he has as a defense since he's deep in unfamiliar water.

Before ending up around the agency (I have multiple interpretations of this, so I'm just going to bring it up generally), he'd never actually seen Reggie, and his only impression of him is a single voicemail, which was his only reference he had to later impersonate him. Juniper probably has very little feelings other than the ones he projects onto him because of Phoenix and that, at the very least, he's physically attracted to Reggie to some degree (that's like the beginning of how everything else would tumble into place in this sort of interpretation at least).

And on Crane's side? His feelings towards Juniper are probably very intense and muddled. On the one hand, he adores musical theatre, and that's his now ex-favourite actor. The thought of just casually being around him blows the bit of fanboy in him away at first because THAT'S the GUY, plus the inklings of a celebrity crush which still poke at him. And then there's the rational side of him, which knows Juniper has committed absolute atrocities on the side of Zoraxis, and hates him for that. Then there's how much Juniper comes off as an asshole at first because he refuses to cooperate with anything the Agency tried to put in place. He finds Juniper endlessly frustrating, and yet he's stuck working with him since, afterall, he's the one who knows the Agency's history with Juniper the best. I imagine him acting a lot like how he does IEYTD 1 around Juniper.

At this point, I'm just describing the pitch for a romcom.

I think the start of their relationship with one another largely started with Juniper trying to wind Crane up. It was a way of getting his attention, and I don't think Juniper knows why he's so dead set on that at first, because I don't think he realises he has a crush on 'this grump' at first. (I think that's actually the fun part about these two, because it's almost like a role reversal of the celebrity crush dynamic. This ex-big name actor has a TERRIBLE crush on an average joe and it is KILLING HIM.) But of course the Agency keeps them together because Juniper is at least conversing with Crane, so it's a start.

Through one way or another, they actually get talking casually, at least mildly at first. It takes Juniper a long time to fully deconstruct the wall he's built, and the thing is, Crane isn't the one trying to deconstruct it, at least at first, because yeah, Juniper realises if he wants Reggie to actually like him in any way, he can't keep winding him up. So they talk. Small talk at first, something rhythmic and almost easy to keep to a script. And over time that turns into actual conversations. Genuine ones in which Reggie rips out the occasional one of his jokes which Juniper is endlessly endeared about. The way he smiles just before he makes them, like he wants to chuckle at what he's about to say before he says it. That's probably when Juniper realised that he does have some vague crush on him, and that it wasn't going away.

This is what kickstarts John I can't-buy-you-things-to-impress-you-so-acts-of-service-it-is Juniper to do little things for him. It mostly starts off as him trying to make Reggie his tea how he likes it. However, the nerve damage in his arm makes that hard, as the weight of the kettle and trying to pour is hard all of a sudden. And he refuses to accept that, so he tries for a very long while. Long enough that Crane would go to investigate what was going on. And when he does see Juniper leaning over a cup with the kettle as he uneasily tries to pour it, and when Crane asks Juniper responds so matter-of-fact that his intention is nothing but genuine. And it catches Reggie off guard because Juniper hadn't done anything like that up to that point, and his very apparent vulnerability is so clearly on show.

It shifts something between them.

From that point on, conversations are longer, more familiar. Both of their attitudes soften, and Reggie makes more jokes. Juniper learns how to better use his left hand while strengthening his right back to a point where it could be used again. Slowly, they're both spending time with one another not because they have to, but just because they can. Little bits at first, not too far outside what they already were doing, but those little bits turned into long bits to a point where the other person's company was genuinely desirable.

As time passes, Juniper probably realises that he doesn't genuinely know much about himself or what hobbies he's into, because he never really had the time when he got big, and his home life in his youth wasn't bad, but it wasn't picturesque. I think Reggie would pick up on it, and absolutely try to introduce him to some things he's into. Some things stick, other things don't (corn husking very much stays Reggie's passion, and John will go with him sometimes because it's him, but it's not something he strongly cares for). Crane introduces him to a lot of music, and it's something that becomes a staple between them, with tracks they listen to more than others (tragically, I know relatively little about 60s music so I couldn't really say what). Occasionally they dance, never anything intense, think slow dancing, but the closeness is nice.

Through all of it, Juniper is battling the worst crush of his life, and he can't stand it, because I think he struggles to read people since he doesn't have anything like a script or a director to refer back to, so he has no idea if Reggie likes him back or if he's just desperate for that to be true. I think because of that any sort of confession between them would be incredibly raw, not only because of the time they live in making it hard for them to be truthful about how they love, but because it's a complete show of Juniper who's worked to be this better person. I don't exactly know how that would go, mainly because I don't have one set version of their dynamic, this post is just a generalisation of main consistent points.

Reggie does like him back, because he's gotten used to Juniper being just this guy, not a figure in the public eye, not a Zoraxis lackey, and not any sort of Agency operative (despite being under their care to some degree). He's someone he genuinely cares for, because they've given one another the time of day to learn one another, and I think because Reggie was a field agent, he was a lot better at reading Juniper than Juniper was at reading him. Eventually Juniper's company becomes something he could see around him for the rest of his life, and I think he accepts that he likes Juniper a lot more gracefully.

I think any affection directed at Juniper would at first be met with him feeling a little muddled. Reggie was a very physically affectionate person when he could be, and sure the initial flirting with one another came with the occasional little touches, but everything now was so deeply intentional. I also don't think Juniper would almost ever get over the novelty of being able to kiss him, or many other gestures, because it made the fact that they were together so very real, and it was great. I do think it comes easier to Reggie, and it's a big way of showing how much he cares, so it's important for Juniper to try and show it back because he knows how much it means to the other.

I like the idea of them eventually living with one another, too. I think Juniper would have always had a quiet little daydream of sorts where he does just live a domestic quiet life, and he can with Reggie (well, as close as they can get between the Agency and Zoraxis always being at odds), and he loves that, and he loves him, and it's immense.

I think they cook for one another a lot, it helps Juniper work on his dexterity in a controlled environment, which means a lot because it's a huge point of insecurity (that and his scars). He does improve, and Crane is proud of that and shows it and it's great. I also think they'd probably cook together too, because they can deal with being in the kitchen together and they work well with one another. It's probably a good way for them to unwind because over time they can do it in relative silence.

As I said before, I also think music is a staple in their household, and that Reggie listens to things on vinyl almost all of the time because he likes the background noise. Sometimes Juniper will catch him chuntering along to the music which he finds endlessly endearing. I wouldn't put it past his dramatic ass to also join in to fluster Reggie, but I also don't think Reggie would mind that terribly because Juniper has listened to the music enough to know the lyrics, and that's huge to him.

I don't think they are without rough patches, no relationship is, but I think the good part about them is that they're willing to talk about it (... eventually). They're used to long conversations, and while they're often less fun conversations, they're needed and they know that, and it works out.

Alright. I think I'm done for now. I haven't mentioned everything, but this definitely got the worst of it out of my system. If you ever want to hear any specific thoughts my ask box is open but other than that, behold my general dynamic for these two which has been festering in my head for years. I think they're great

[kohakhearts]

cons of going to a “good schoolTM”: insane workload, unbearable classmates, next to no support when you have any kind of extenuating circumstances Including literal hospitalization, etc

pros of going to a “good schoolTM”: the 9-5 lifestyle is genuinely a major improvement

[wonijinjin]

seventeen members with a sick s/o

author’s note: wrote this because everyone seems to catch the flu going around (including myself), hope this gives you all a bit of comfort:)

synopsis: what the title says

word count: 2.2k | genre: fluff, comfort | pairings: seventeen members x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of illness, throwing up, headaches, sneezing, fevers, coughing, fainting, food, a few curse words

cheol and you had been cuddling on the couch when he noticed how warm you were in his hold and how fatigued you looked. “my love is everything alright? you feel too warm.” you didn’t have the energy in you to reply properly so you whined in response, him not needing it after he felt your cheeks. “you are burning up, let’s get you to bed, love.” he said while wrapping you in a blanket and carrying you in a princess hold back to the bedroom.

- overall he would be very attentive when it comes to your wellbeing, quickly noticing how your energy levels have changed (mans has 12 kids, he can detect these things from miles away, parental instincts)

- you are his top priority; he would be running around to get you medication and everything else you need

- bonus points for babying you and sweet talking because he knows how sensitive you get when not feeling good

hannie had always been a light sleeper, so it wasn’t a surprise when he woke up to you coughing during the night. “angel, are you okay?” he would ask, worried if you chocked on your own saliva in your dreams or if you were sick, which was the case sadly. “do you want me to stay up with you till you fall asleep? you can take cough drops in the morning.” he would offer while soothing you, and you would gladly accept.

- he is known to be playful, but he immediately becomes serious if he sees you feeling unwell

- would want to cuddle with you all day, it gives him an excuse to be lazy and rest aswell (which he needs btw, being so handsome is tiring)

- bonus points for singing a sweet melody to help you fall asleep, his giggles are so cute they would cure you in a heartbeat

joshua got a text from you saying that you were sent home because you fainted at work, so he called you in a rush. “darling what happened? did you not take care of yourself? i need to look after you more since you cannot do it yourself.” after you explained the situation to him he would be joking around a bit to lighten the mood if he knew you were alright. “wait for me, i’m on my way home with your favourite tea.” he said before hanging up, your heart warm due to knowing he was on his way.

- he would be sooo gentle, kind of being afraid of disturbing you in any way since he knew how tired you were

- you can expect all the kisses, smooches in the world from him (he says this will cure your illness faster, but in reality he just wants to kiss you continouosly)

- bonus points for getting you a new plushie since he couldn’t leave his baby without an emotional support toy if he needed to run to the store

jun knew you were sick the moment he saw you drinking a warm cup of tea; you weren’t the biggest fan of it, you preferred coffee. “dear what hurts? is it your throat?” he asked immediately, already on his way to the kitchen to make you some ginger shots which are well known to be full of vitamins. you followed him, mumbling about how you felt achy all over to which he kissed you on the forehead. “don’t worry dear, i will take care of you!”

- he is quite calm on the outside but he is freaking out on the inside for sure, being afraid of messing up something and making you feel worse

- he pulls up the chinese remedies he knows and hopes for the best, honestly a bit lost about what to do, thinks your immune system just needs enough time to recover

- bonus points for not being afraid to kiss you because you really crave physical affection and need him to cuddle with you

hoshi didn’t realise you were feeling under the weather until you actually sneezed on him, hard. “oh my god baby tiger are you okay? are you dying???” he would be shouting in a worried tone, making your ear ring so much you had to shush him to be quiet. he goes out to buy you tissues and nasal spray to help with the congestion and on the way back he would buy snacks which you would appreciate a lot.

- very scared tiger, doesn’t know how to help properly other than suggesting taking vitamins

- calls his mom for help on making soup and cooks a delicious nutritious meal for you thanks to her which he will brag about for years saying how well he took care of you

- bonus points for following your orders very well, he does everything you ask him to

wonwoo knew something was up with you when you were more clingy than usual; climbing into his lap and resting your head on his shoulder while he was gaming, heat radiating off of you. “are you tired sweetheart? you feel a bit clammy, are you coming down with something?” he would ask in a deep concerned tone to which you just nodded into his shoulder. “why don’t we get you under those warm sheets while i make you a tea, hm?” he would scoop you up gently, bringing you to the comfort of your bedsheets.

- one of the best caretakers in seventeen, he is not too suffocating but will be by your side in a heartbeat if you need anything

- would not let you do any chores; his top priority would be keeping you in bed to sleep off the virus you managed to catch

- bonus points for reading to you at night when you can’t fall asleep due to the symptoms and keeping you on his chest to calm you down

while being in his studio you decided to take a nap on the couch which was a warning sign to woozi, because you never took naps during the day, only when feeling unwell or upset. when you woke up his face welcomed you. “let me take you home, you are clearly in no condition to nap on a couch.” he would insist, picking you up and motioning you towards the door. “i will take a break aswell, on the way home we will buy you some medicine, okay?” he would assure you that you are in the best hands, letting sleep overtake you in the car.

- he is not the type to be overbearing and extremely worried, although he knows how you tend to overwork yourself, so he will make sure you don’t overdo things, but won’t forbid anything

- however, when you are asleep and he sees you in pain his heart aches so he would be quietly whispering to whoever is up in the clouds to make you feel better soon, because he can’t bare seeing you be so weak and fragile

- bonus points for tucking you in when you fall asleep and frequently checking up on you while he works

minghao found out you are sick through your friend whom he accidentally bumps into on his way home. “y/n you didn’t you tell me you were sick? stay put i will be there in a few minutes.” he would rush to your apartment, a sad smile taking place on his face when he saw you wrapped up in a blanket and surrounded by tissues on the couch. “ahw, you really got that bug, didn’t you? i know just the right ways to fasten your recovery.”

- he is very calm when he handles the situation, quickly assessing the damage done to your immune system and brainstorming ideas to solve it

- his tea-lover self will surely make you some which will taste really bitter as it is probably some chinese remedy, but you will drink it anyway, because he insists

- bonus points for cleaning up your apartment and making you dinner to have something in you while taking your meds

mingyu woke up in the middle of the night to the shuffling of the bedsheets and you telling him you just threw up. “my poor baby. you must feel horrible. let’s get you into a nice bubble bath, yeah? then while you relax a bit i will bring you a few crackers and start making a delicious soup.” he would say while wrapping you into his arms; no matter how late it was he wanted to help.

- he is basically a chef so you would have all the food you crave, or if you don’t have an appetite he would try to get something really light into your system

- he may be more whiny than you since he is very worried, but he will gladly shut up about it and talk to you about random stuff so it takes your mind off of the sickness

- bonus points for cuddling you every minute, the man is so clingy you could not escape his hold even if you wanted to

when you were watching a movie a coughing fit took over you and dk started patting your back without hesitation. “sunshine, are you sick? wait, let me get you a glass of water, okay? stay here, your new nurse and fantastic boyfriend will take care of you!” he went to the kitchen for the drink, returning with a blanket from your bedroom, draping over your half asleep, trembling form.

- this baby would be so worried he would literally start crying if he saw you get worse despite taking care of you, and would think his efforts were not enough (which is of course a lie, he is doing more than expected)

- would cancel all his practices and any meeting he has so he could take care of you, monitoring your temperature and consulting with you doctor via emails

- bonus points for making you laugh even when you feel like absolute shit with his funny and silly faces and bad jokes

when you woke up in the morning seungkwan was already all over you, asking so many questions all at once you hardly understood any of them. “did you take your vitamins last night as i told you? are you feeling better? did you take your temperature yesterday? we should take it now actually.” he would say while getting you breakfast in bed along with the thermometer.

- he would be handling you like a child and would be caring for you like a mother hen, he is just worried about you to be honest

- best at having all the medicine and vitamins you need, not just in literal meaning, but in food too; he would have so many nutritious fruits and bone broth soup for you to eat, he knows it helps restore your energy

- bonus points for letting you do whatever you want after recovering since he feels guilty about you gettng sick (even though he had nothing to do with it)

vernon stepped into the bedroom and was greeted by darkness and your form laying on the bed, curled up, shivering. “you okay there, babe?” he moved closer to you, moving the covers above you, tucking you in nicely. “do you need me to get you some tea?” he asked, brows knitted together. “you know what, i will get you some anyway.” not even waiting for your reply he disappeared into the kitchen.

- kinda malewife material, he cares about you so much and knows how bad being sick can be so he babies you (which is very rare for him to do tbh)

- a silent lover and his actions talk more than he actualy does during the period of your illness, probably does things like asking mingyu to make you some soup (boy cannot cook to save his life)

- bonus points for making you a relaxing playlist while he makes you a warm bath to loosen your muscles and clear your sinuses because he read that steam can help a lot with congestion and overall stiffness

even though he is the youngest in seventeen dino worries about you a lot, and he wants to check up on you every minute while you are unwell. “hi darling, did you take your medicine for the fever? did you sleep well? no? don’t worry i am heading home in a few minutes, my sweetheart needs me.” he would rush home to you if he sensed you missed him and would be taking care of you for weeks if needed, puffing up your pillows and buying you the most expensive tissues so it won’t hurt your nose.

- so soft when he feels needed, he would spoon feed you the porridge he makes and pat your head in bed until you fall asleep

- he just loves babying his lover, since he has received the baby treatment from his hyungs he would be pretty good at knowing ways to make you feel better quickly; like putting a cool cloth on your head

- bonus points for buying you a whole new closet of warmer clothes since he insists you keep warm after you caught a nasty cold in fall, he does not care about the price if it is about his precious baby

[cutielights]

Hey, hey! I would like to request a Rosey Maple Moth! mother figure reader with the rottmnt boys!! And the scenario is that they were caught sneaking out of the lair for their own reason? (Separately) Por favor and thank you!! :3 (DAILY REMINDER! drink water, sleep well, etc!) (yes.. I know I wrote this at 12:21 sh..)

Okokok! Sounds very cute let’s do it <3 *quickly Google’s what a Rosey Maple Moth is* ITS SO CUTE

@whyam1h3reohrightf0rsillyturtl3s

I am gonna leave it vague btw, just because not everyone has a rosey maple moth oc, but I am gonna mention wings and being nocturnal I hope that’s okay!

Tw: none

Rise Boys + Mother Figure! Reader

Off topic, I make the banners on top of multiple character head-cannons and this one is my personal favourite I’ve made

Leo

Oh he thought he was SLICK

Sneaking back in all ninja like

Headed to the kitchen for some goddamn coffee after whatever shenanigans he was off doing

At three in the morning

He saw your wings around the corner and knew it was over

“Leonardo Hamato where have you been?” >:[

“I’m getting uhhh chamomile tea, you know, for, sleep.”

“I can smell the beans from here.”

“No you can’t. You’re going crazy. Age does that to people.”

Sending him to his room, not like he’s going to sleep anyway the insomniac

Raph

He accidentally knocked over a lamp when sneaking back in

Thought he had gotten away with it

Until you flicked the light on

Disappointed ™️

“A. What are you doing? B. That was my favourite lamp.”

“I- uh- was sleep walking?”

*cue you talking a sip of coffee whilst maintaining eye contact until he cracks*

It came sooner than expected

“Okay fine I was out I’m sorry, but you’re up too!”

“I’m nocturnal I have a biological excuse young man.”

Donnie

God knows what he was doing

I don’t even want to ask

He calculated that you may be waiting for him so he made a FOOLPROOF plan on how to avoid you

You had anticipated this, and waited in the lab instead, you got to spin around on the chair for a dramatic entrance

“Hello Donatello. Nocturnal now are we?”

*cue shrieking*

He wasn’t expecting that

“I was just, uh, getting some supplies for my drill, that is still in beta. And that you cannot see yet.”

Disapproving look ™️

Making him go to sleep

Mikey

Sneaking out

He was seen

Sneaking back in

He was seen

Mikey thought he was sooo sneaky >:[

*Flicking on the light the moment he enters the room.*

“Michelangelo Hamato, what are you doing?”

*Quick play dumb!*

“Who’s Michelangelo?”

*Not that dumb!*

[pearlneow]

Ok since reqs are open, how about Aether and somnophilia? He comes home one day (night in this case) exhausted from all those commissions he did. Now he wants nothing more than to snuggle in your arms.

Once he reaches the room though, it appears you're fast asleep! Aether can't help but stare at you from the doorway. The rise and fall of your chest is so peaceful and.......wait. Is he hard?! Just from watching you sleep?! He's such a pervert!

His face burns in embarrassment but his eyes suddenly fall between your legs. The nightgown you were wearing rode up your thighs, giving him a peek at the pink panties you were wearing. Aether is snapped out of his 'trance' when his cock throbs painfully. He ponders to himself. Should he get off by himself or could he perhaps use you? You wouldn't mind, right? Surely you'd let him indulge himself a bit and if he was careful, he wouldn't have to wake you either.....

Btw my @ is @galaxynebula-12

୨୧ ꒰ aether + somnophilia ! ♡ ꒱

written by a minor!! please dni if that makes you uncomfy!!

summary : EXTENSION OF WHAT MEENA WROTE EHEHE <333

word count : 0.6k

content / warnings : dom!aether + sub!f!reader?, somnophilia, he cums inside but no breeding mention really, dubcon? (aether admits to it the next day & reader doesn't care)

note : i've never written somnophilia before but it was fun to try!! i hope this is alright, was v helpful to have a prompt to go off of so thank you! alsoo it's nice to have a new moot & i hope ur having a lovely day <33

the silence of you and aether's shared house was broken by the sound of the front door clicking open. aether trudged in and to his room where he got changed into more comfortable clothes, exhausted from the long day of commission after commission.

finally relaxed and ready to fall asleep with you in his arms, he came into the bedroom where you were sleeping and his breath hitched instantaneously.

there you were, on the bed in your pink lacey nightgown, fast asleep. without thinking, aether's eyes trailed from your resting face to your nipples peaking through the thin fabric to your clothed cunt, exposed by your nightgown which had ridden up.

he felt his throat get dry and reluctantly tore his eyes away to regain his composure. unfortunately, however much he tried, aether couldn't ignore his cock throbbing and straining against the fabric of his pants.

surely you wouldn't mind.. after all, he was your boyfriend, and he had needs too! the poor thing had been out all day working without a break, and now he finally had the perfect chance to relieve himself of the stress it had brought.

his breathing got more ragged as he approached the end of the bed where your legs lay. with shaking hands, he hooked his fingers around your pretty pink panties and slowly dragged them down off your feet.

you frowned momentarily and shifted and the cool air hit your now bare cunt. aether went dead still until you stopped, resuming your peaceful expression. he released the breath he’d been holding in and moved on to the bed and over you, gently spreading your legs as he aligned his cock with your hole.

precum with already dribbling down his length as he pushed in, groaning softly as his neediness was finally being relieved. he paused as you tensed and let out a quiet mumble in your sleep. was that his name he heard..?

aether had intended to be careful, he really had, but with your wet, warm walls around his pained cock he couldn’t help but throw all caution to the wind and keep moving in even as you squirmed and moaned.

soon he was moving much quicker, whining out incoherent pleas to your sleeping figure as he approached his orgasm. when it finally crashed onto him, aether had to clasp his hand over his mouth to stop himself from making a noise too loud.

after taking a few seconds, he pulled out and pushed himself off the bed to admire what he’d done and replace the panties he’d taken before practically collapsing next to you in exhaustion.

->

the next morning, you woke up in a daze. thinking nothing of it at first, you went to change, and to your surprise found your panties soaked - you’ve had wet dreams before, but never anything this extreme.

by breakfast you’d pretty much pieced together the events of last night. aether was fidgety, hadn’t spoken a word to you, and wouldn’t make eye contact.

it was in the middle of your meal when the guilt finally got to the poor boy.

”ah.. i need to tell you something..” he mumbled, pushing his food with his fork. you took a bite and nodded, prompting him to continue.

“well, last night i got home rather late. and, erm- while you were sleeping i might’ve..” he trailed off, flustered. swallowing and letting out a laugh, you gave him a pat on the hand.

“it’s okay, aether. i figured.”

his eyes went wide and his face flushed. ”y- you did?” you nodded. “it’s okay, though- i don’t mind.”

aether let out a sigh of relief.

“..i only ask that you do it hard enough to wake me up next time.”

[yeonjunszn]

autumn breeze, autumn leaves

pairing lee heeseung x f!reader

word count 986

genre fluff

warnings nothing really, this is really cutesy fluff for heeseung tbh, best friends to lovers, mentions jeongin from skz and jongho from ateez, sorry jongho btw, mentions of getting ghosted?? is that a warning??, a cute kiss scene, hee’s kind of a dork but nothing new he always is

summary just like the weather, your friendship with heeseung has changed.

more HEYYY my first finished entry for my 1k event!! i’m really proud of this cause i fr wrote it in like an hour 👍👍 anyways this was the request! here u go bff @lvandrmoon

the breeze brushes through your hair and forces you to wrap your arms around yourself, your cardigan doing nothing to help the chill running down your spine.

it was mid october and the weather was finally cooling down to the point that something more than a flimsy sweater is needed to stay warm outside. the bench beneath you is cold on the skin of your bare thighs, your skirt only covering so much. it’s really pretty today, the sun bright in the sky and the oranges and browns of the leaves look extra vibrant, littering your campus nicely.

you watch as other students pass by, some rushing to get to their next class and others leisurely strolling, most likely enjoying the scenery much like you. you think to yourself that this weather would go great with a hot cocoa and someone to cuddle up to, especially when you see the plethora of couples walking around today.

a warm body slides onto the bench beside you, its arm resting on the back. you look at him from your peripheral and can’t help the smile that creeps its way onto your face. he stares back at you, expression mirroring your own.

he looks so cute today, dressed in cargo pants and a flannel. you think your heart might stop right here and right now. his beauty was unmatched and it was gut wrenching how in love with him you were. you could look into his eyes for hours and never get tired. it sucked that all you’d ever be to him was just a friend.

you’ve known lee heeseung since you were 12 years old. you met him in 6th grade english class when your teacher assigned you as table partners. both of you were really awkward and didn’t know how to communicate with someone of the opposite gender. but when you finally had to work together on a project, it turned out the two of you had more in common than you thought. from then on, you became inseparable. no one ever saw heeseung without you and no one ever saw you without heeseung.

even as you grew older, went through puberty, went into high school, went into university, that fact never changed. nothing could come between you.

“good morning, y/n,” he finally says, stretching out his limbs a bit and then apologizing profusely when he almost trips someone. “how was your 8 am?”

“decent, i guess. i slept through the last 30 minutes.” you admit sheepishly.

he gasps dramatically, grabbing both of your shoulders and pulling you closer to him than what was deemed necessary. (not that him grabbing your shoulders in the first place was necessary.) your noses are only inches from touching and you can see the flecks of honey brown swimming in his mocha colored eyes from this proximity. you’ve never been this close to him in your near decade long friendship.

heeseung blinks at you, unsure what he should do. does he kiss you? does he push you away to save face and avoid ruining what you already have? does he confess his undying love to you? despite telling each other everything, there was one massive secret that lee heeseung was keeping from you. and it was how utterly and irrevocably in love he was with you.

he figured it out junior year of high school when yang jeongin asked you to be his date to homecoming. he didn’t know why it bothered him so much that someone else was taking you. he knew as your best friend, he should’ve been supportive. he knew he should’ve encouraged you, especially because you had been so upset over getting ghosted by choi jongho, who was a senior at the time. you were hoping that he’d ask you.

at first he thought the ugly feeling in his stomach stemmed from the fact that he considered jeongin one of his close friends and didn’t think to consult with him about asking you out first. then he thought it was because he was his friend, and he didn’t want to be forced to choose sides if things ended badly. he’d always pick your side anyway, even if you happened to be in the wrong. and that’s when he started spiraling and the realization hit him.

the tightness in his chest wasn’t because he was a protective best friend. it was simply because he was jealous. he was jealous that he wasn’t the one taking you. he was jealous that he wasn’t the one who was going to match his tie with your dress. he was jealous that he wasn’t the one you were going to cling to all night. and it was because he was in love with you.

so as you both sit here on this bench in the middle of campus, gazing into each other’s eyes filled with too many emotions to decipher and leaves falling around you, you come to a collective decision wordlessly. heeseung leans into you slowly and you follow his lead, afraid of making the wrong move and messing everything up.

the wind blows by again and you shiver, causing him to move his hands from your shoulders to cup your cheeks, his thumbs caressing the skin to warm you up as best he can. his eyes dart from yours to your lips, a silent question that has you nodding almost desperately.

when your lips meet, you think to yourself that you can die a happy woman. a delightful buzz courses through your veins all the way to your fingertips. you don’t even feel cold anymore, hot to the touch from kissing heeseung. you wish you could freeze time and stay in this moment forever, holding onto each other like you were the other’s lifeline. everything feels complete for once, like you’ve finally found the missing piece of a puzzle you couldn’t solve.

and heeseung feels the exact same way.

© yeonjunszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[longdeadking]

dashboard simulator

👯 crows-on-a-log

guys im literally undergoing a crisis right now can anyone hear me

#my dad goin craaaaazy #he stole the lightbulbs out of my ezbake oven for the fifth time :( #vent post #delete later

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MEDIA DASHBOARD SIMULATOR

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did yall see the new episode......... glopp sploinky was sooooooooooooo

#im normal about him! #<- blatant lies #media liveblog

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i just dont see why we have to portray every male character in Media as female....... cant we just leave them male, as the creators intended? lol

🪴 rational-thinker

what world do you live in that people are being forced to hc male characters as female????

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youd understand if you were a fandom elder like me.......

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your blog is a month old

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glopp sploinky propaganda:

he's literally just a cisgender man with 5 minutes of screentime

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she has a canonical rack, she's a lead character, she's super buff and could crush you, she has an interesting arc and her emotional narrative factors into the main plot in impactful ways

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made a little doodle <3

if you dont reblog my art ill kill you btw <3

#self rb for the morning crowd #glopp sploinky x blorbo C #gloc fanart

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🍊 the-real-onceler

all im saying is that homestuck is actually a modern epic poem a la gilgamesh the oddesey the journey to the west etc. essay below the cut if you want me to cite my sources

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#onceler essays #i literally wrote my thesis on this

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👤 burrowing-for-goodies-deactivated-2024

guyssss i just found the juiciest tomato to chow down on.... hmu for my location in the garden

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🐛 evil-weevil

attention garden dwellers!! do not eat the fresh produce in the southwest corner of the garden!! the humans just sprayed insecticide on them, so if you eat them you will die!!!!

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wtf this is blatant misinfo..... my buddy @burrowing-for-goodies just ate some tomatoes from the southwest corner and hes fine. youre just hoarding bro its so obvious

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hey ummm has anybody seen @burrowing-for-goodies recently? hes not responding to dms. im going to go look for him

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she fireball on my small enclosed space til i TPK

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do you guys think post simulators have gone too far

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[blizzardfluffykpop]

Mystery

Summary: Your wonder, your pen pal, your best friend, your everything, and all you wish for is for him to be everything and more. 

Oneshot

Fluff, Suggestive, ? to lovers au 

Word Count: 2,337

Hyungwon X Reader

Not Requested

Prompt: 4. A Winter Postcard that reads, “Meet me in ____” (You choose!)

[A/n: Coordinates are for Lombardy, Italy. Also, I changed the prompt below to make it fit better btw.]

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You were relaxing on the beach, thinking of nothing but the ocean breeze. It was simply perfect, although there was one way this morning could get better. That's when the mailman comes over, “Mx. (L/n)?” You hum, pulling your sunglasses down, “The hotel staff told me I'd find you here.” You nod. And he hands you a letter and a postcard, and you tell him, “Thank you, you take care. And enjoy the weather later!” “Will do.” You grin, looking through the mail you received. Your mother had sent you photos of the dogs all gathered together in silly Santa Claus hats and reindeer ears. You giggle as you read the message she sent with it before sealing it back into the envelope.

If there is one message you were looking to receive that would make your morning even better, it was from your pen pal. He was more than a pen pal. You had met him multiple times but never exchanged numbers or socials. The allude, mystery, and wanting to only write to each other kept you both from doing so. But alas, it would be a lie to say you hadn’t developed feelings for him. 

And that’s when you see it: a postcard with a winter scene. And your heart skips a beat. The message details where to meet in coordinate form (45.585556, 9.930278), and hidden in the image is the date 12/19. His scrawl tells you, “Meet me there, my mystery.” You whisper to yourself, “Meet you there, my wonder.” 

You had less than two days to get everything prepared. But as a person that was always on the go because of your job. It was easy. And especially with a man like Hyungwon waiting for you, you'd be there at the drop of a hat. While there were hundreds of mysteries, you still had to unravel about him. He wasn't a mystery considering the things you have written between each other. It's more than two boxes full of things you've said to each other. You keep your favorites with you, like the first letter he ever wrote you. 

--- 

You were a senior in high school when your teacher had you write to penpals that they randomly assigned everyone in the class. And you couldn't be happier to have received Chae Hyungwon. It was the first time a name truly caught your eye. You wrote him first, asking him if he would attend college in the upcoming year. And if he was, what would he be studying? And a few more simple questions and some stickers to jazz it up, you sent it off. 

You anxiously waited for his reply, wondering what your new pen pal would say. You opened it and were surprised by his beautiful penmanship. But that wasn’t as surprising as the first question he asked you, “How do you like your coffee in the morning?” And it left you stunned. You were blushing as you read the rest of it. But by the time you started writing a letter back to him, you had shaken it off and asked, “What's your dream date?” You both were a little cheeky with your questions after that. And he replied, laying in bed and watching movies with them. 

After you started college, you thought you’d both stop writing to each other. But they only seemed to get more frequent until you decided to meet for the first time during your summer break in your second year. You decided to meet at an equal distance from each other. You looked around for the pink-haired man. At least, he had told you he would have bubblegum pink hair when you met him. He wasn't kidding, and you gasped when you first saw him. He asked, “Mystery?” You nodded as you asked, “Wonder?” And you both held out your arms before hugging, “I never thought we’d get to do this.” You sighed, and it finally felt like your heart had settled for the first time in years. 

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You've met several times since then. Your heart is enamored more and more each time. And as time progressed, the letters you exchanged looked oddly similar to love letters. But neither of you said anything, hoping the other would confirm it. And alas, that time hasn’t arrived yet. But at least the time for you to meet again has. 

Your schedules rarely align anymore with both of you traveling around the world. But since you both had invested in a traveling mailing address so you could still write to each other. So, when you wrote to him that you’d be free for the rest of the month, you couldn't wait for his reply. Wondering if he'd be free too, and now, you'll be meeting your wonder again.

You excitedly got off the plane: only carrying a backpack made getting to him faster. You eagerly look through the crowd. And spot him holding a small sign. “How was your trip, Mystery?” You blush as you approach him, and his eyes seem to light up as he catches a glimpse of you. He grins, and you come up to him, “It was nice, but I’m happier here, my wonder.” He laughs, “You sure?” You nod, “Positive.” He pulls your bookbag off your shoulders and throws it over his, “You didn’t have to do that.” He shakes his head, “Yeah, I did.” You roll your eyes, knowing you won’t be able to argue with him. 

As you approach the taxi, you ask, “How long are we here?” “Until the end of this week.” You pout since that means it's only five days with him. He ruffles your hair, sharing the same pout. After you reach the hotel, he pays the driver, and you drop off your small luggage. He joins you in the hotel and asks, “Do you want to nap? And then after, we can get dinner together?” You yawn, and he laughs, “That answers my question.” 

You check the room before you both climb into the bed together. You lay on your side of the bed, and he lays on his. You take one last glimpse at him before falling asleep from jet lag. You wake up as the sun is starting to set. To see Hyungwon yawn and stretch out his arms. You giggle, and he looks at you tiredly. And you ask, “How long ago did you get here?" He hums, “I landed about an hour before I needed to be at your airport.” “I could have just gotten a taxi here.” He shakes his head, “No, I wanted to see you before I fell asleep.” You shake your head and rub your eyes before sitting up. “So, dinner?” He nods, “Yeah.” He gets up, you head to the bathroom and change into your evening clothes. 

You come out, and he's waiting for you on the bed, “You look elegant.” You smile as you look him over, “You look handsome.” He gets up with the help of your hand. And you both put on your dress shoes and coats before heading downstairs, “So, where are you taking me?” “Somewhere fancy. A mom-and-pop shop.” You giggle, “They'll think we're getting married.” He grins, “I sure hope so.” He holds his hand out to you, “So we don't get separated?” You blush as you take his hand in yours, “Yeah.” 

---

As you swirl your wine, he asks, “Where were you before this?” “In Australia, I wanted to experience summer in the middle of winter.” He nods, “Maybe that would have been more fun than here.” You shake your head, “Nowhere is fun without you.” He blushes and shakes his head. “You like the snow?” You nod, “I always have.” He smiles, “I know, that’s why I asked you to meet me here.” You ask, “Where were you before this?” “California.” You sigh, “That would have been nice too.” He shakes his head, “I think seeing it snow with you is much more beautiful than the sun rays we always seem to enjoy.” You smile, “I think so too.” 

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And that’s how you spend your time in Italy, exploring and seeing all there is to see of the northern area while trying a few different cuisines, too. It was exactly how you wished to spend your first three days there. You tried authentic Spumoni ice cream, even with it snowing outside. It was a delight. And the two of you fell instantly in love with it. Both of you having to get one at the end of each day. You visited so many cities in upper Lombardy and saw many beautiful pieces of architecture. Everything you both saw and ate was like a breath of fresh air. It was all so breathtaking. It slowed down your fast-paced lives to a still, and it was exactly what you needed. It filled you both with wonder, wondering what you'd see next with the mystery of what the following day would bring. It was everything you both wished for. And here you were, settling in for the night to sleep beside each other. The perfect way to end a perfect night. When his phone rings, you both sigh, and he answers, “Yes, Mo?” You didn’t catch it all, but hear him say, “I’ll be there, but you owe me big.” 

He sighs as he gets off his phone and tosses onto the nightstand beside him. He puts his head into his hands and groans, and you rub the back of his neck, “What is it?” “They need me out there for a photo shoot in the early morning.” You internally pout but school your features, “Until?” “Five in the afternoon. By the time I get back here, it’ll be six.” “Oh.” He sighs again before moving his hands and looking over at you. “We’re supposed to spend this vacation together with little to no interruptions…” You sigh and nod, “Well, I know we haven’t done this before cause we like the appeal of some mystery. But what if…” He waits for you to continue, “We exchange numbers? So you can tell me about it in real time?” He gives you a light smile, “There’s still so many mysteries we have yet to learn about each other. It’s okay if we reveal one now.” You smile and hand him your phone, and he gives you his. You type in his code like it’s your own and put yourself into his contacts. 

It was weird to be able to communicate with him in real-time, other than in person. And you couldn't get enough of it. You spent the whole day exchanging texts. You worked on some of the work you put off throughout the week and got ahead of the following month's deadline while you waited for his return. It went by quickly, especially by the time you got into reading the book you brought to read. You answer his texts between chapters and read that he’ll be home soon, and you excitedly wait. Like your lover coming home, you couldn’t wait until he returned. But he wasn’t your lover, although he acted like he was sometimes.

When he returns, he collapses on the bed next to you while you’re reading. You allow him to nap while you order room service. So he has his dinner cooked how he likes it. Knowing he’d need comfort after going to work while on vacation. You wake him by running your fingers through his hair, and he wakes up with a loud yawn, which causes you to giggle. You help him up and head to the small table where you have everything set up. He gasps as he sees the meal before trying it, “You ordered it how I like it.” You smile, “I never forgot.” He smiles, and you both dig into your dinners. 

You both get cleaned up and sit on the couch beside the bed to watch the TV together. You had been thinking about this question since your last visit with him. But you finally dared to ask as the couple on screen got married, “So, what are we?” He thinks for a moment before telling you, “Pen pals, best friends, lovers, and everything in between and more.” You grin, “So, does that mean I can finally kiss you?” He sighs in relief, “I thought you’d never ask.” He turns his head towards yours, and you place your hand against his cheek and kiss him gently. He pouts when you pull away, “After all this time, and you're only going to give me a short kiss?” You laugh, and he rolls his eyes before pulling you into a heated kiss. And when you pull away this time, he whispers, “Much better.” As your kisses grow more heated, he pulls you up from the couch and throws you onto the bed, crawling over you and planting kisses all over your collarbone. “I can’t believe we waited this long.” You sigh, “Me neither.” 

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And that’s how you spend your last day in Italy, making up for lost time. For skirting around the truth and never admitting your feelings even though both of yours were as clear as day. When you wake up to coffee in the morning, he goes, “You still like it this way?” You blink at him, taking in the sight of him all over again. “This is the way I wish to wake up every morning.” He smiles and hands you your coffee, “I booked us another day here.” You grin, the blanket falling off your shoulders, and try it, “This is exactly how I like it.” He smirks, “That’s a breathtaking sight in the morning.” You blush, realizing you're no more clothed than he is from catching up on lost time for all those hours. He joins you on the bed and turns on the TV. He rubs your shoulders before bringing you to his side so you can enjoy your early afternoon together watching movies in bed.

[lizzylabrune]

To G.R.

This is it. You are

Dead. Funny how the English love understatements.

Or alive, meaning.

The second boy I dared kiss. We were 12.

Bright and cute definitely.

I had fantasized for some weeks.

But Angel, she wouldn’t.

Flirting on the school benches… must have been spring as I remember daisies, a smell of grass and light clothes.

I literally fought for you. Got a scratch from her.

Still got the mark on my right forearm.

In my middle school years, I wrote loads of pages everyday in my secret diary.

Don’t need to find the first volume under my staircase to talk about you.

That first and unique kiss was a big flop btw.

It was all of a ritual. And everybody was watching as if at the cinema.

We had to walk together up to the fence overlooking the gym, half hidden in a kind of ditched part of the playground. The watchers were sitting on the hill - yes, like fools…

I panicked as my experience with Mark the year before had been awfully short, and no French kiss had been reached.

There was nothing natural or instinctive in the deed.

It was like being a clock, except that it was blind.

How romantic to shut one’s eyes for the watchers - and to forget how perv they were!

I turned my face to the right. You to the left.

My lips eager to join yours bumped into yours. Our teeth touched. After this, I don’t know how but our tongues met and rolled together for - a long long time.

There was no emotion. Just motion.

I was quite relieved and glad after the deed. Even proud.

Some hours later, you spread ?! Or the watchers did?!

That I had bitten your tongue?! Seriously?!!!

I’m still quite bitter about this rumour, I must admit. That was unfair and stupid?! I have had loads of handsome and bright boyfriends afterwards. Seems like they were not affected by that story of yours. Or were they?!

And yet, there might have been some tears…

But now, you passed away.

Today. It seems impossible to combine - that past and that present.

This morning was ok with my bitter memory. Now, it’s not anymore.

You’re not the first of the list. And you know it. Though you joined our class at 11, we are the ones who lost C when she was 10 and C when he was 20. Now G, you took your life when you were 43.

I can’t help shed some tears tonight. Or today as we are now past midnight.

[aroace-moron]

I have so many questions about some of your wips names but Beren is a Disney princess and Alex what is wrong with your brain really make me wonder.

Well, first of all, those are not the final names for the stories. I have been working on the Beren is a disney proncess one for so long that it doesn't really fit the title anymore but it has grown so dear to me that I haven't changed it. At first, it was about Beren being trapped by Tevildo and then rescued by Lúthien (if you've read that version of the tale, then you'll most likely see why I chose the title. Peak Cinderella behavior right there). I wrote it in about half an hour and went 'eeeeh, I can do better,' and then I changed to the version where he and Finrod (+12 other unfortunate elves that were very much harmed in the making of Tolkiens universe) are trapped in Tol in Gaurhoth. It got way more serious through that.

It's a typical Lúthien to the rescue fic, and actually really short, but I can't seem to bring myself to get it done. It was the first fic I started writing for this fandom, and I fear I have grown attached. Here's a look at it anyway!

(A little sad, btw. Lots of survivors guilt in that moment. Emotions are all over the place the entire fic)

"I will not leave him, love. I promise. But I must get you out first, to tend to your wounds –" Beren… laughs. At least she thinks that is what he is doing.

It is a choked sound, half a heart wrenching sob, and she starts at it.

"He didn't hurt me," he slurs, and she needs no explanations on who he is, "He killed everyone else, but not me, never me…"

She holds him close. He has not told her what has happened to him beyond the Girdle of her mother, before she met him, and she has never asked. She does not need to know details to know the darkened edges of his soul. She has felt them often, underneath his gentle touches and kind eyes.

Beren is sobbing into her shoulder. They sit on the cold stone floor, and she rocks him gently back and forth. "Why never me, Lú?"

Because you belong to me. And I could not bear being apart from you.

She does not say that. Though she wishes nothing more than to calm him, she does not believe those words will be particularly helpful now. Instead, she rubs soothing circles into Beren's back.

"I know not, love," she whispers, and his next sob nearly turns into a scream.

Alex what is wrong with your brain. Ah yes.

This little masterpiece was born very late at night. I was just falling asleep, when I literally sat upright in bed because I'd had an IDEA and I needed to write it down before I fell asleep. I named the thing in the morning, when I had opened my notes and found a very short ramble of a scene that is literally just this:

BASICALLY, 1. kinslaying, Maedhros thoughts, slight dissociation maybeeeee, calls himself Maitimo throughout, at the end Feanor calls him Nelyafinwe

I wrote that last word and fell back into bed. On paper, this sounds like a really cool idea, and I am sure I can make it really terrifying, like in a loss of childhood innocence way. I am sorry to disappoint, it is literally just this. I never touched that idea again. But it does count as a WIP and it has a really funny name so it's on the list.

But yeah, it's mostly named that because of circumstances.

[leafsbabe]

plagiarism 🤪

I woke up to a lovely accusation in my inbox this morning regarding plagiarism which I answered and then later discovered two more that had been sent in while I was at work

both were rudely accusing me of copying two fics from one author that were posted this week and telling me to own up to my alleged plagiarism and to reach out to the author to apologize

now longtime leafsbabe readers will immediately realize what’s not making sense here but for everybody that’s just stumbling across this: hi I’m Hanna and I’m a notoriously slow writer that needs months to write fic… and I allegedly copied somebody in less than a week? laugh out loud

now obviously I reached out to the writer people were accusing me of copying and tried to let them know about the situation and told them that if they personally had any issues with me they can tell me but that was a few hours ago and I haven’t gotten a response yet, no biggie, time zones and all that

I don’t blame the writer for their fans being assholes btw, no bad blood there at all

update: talked to the writer and they don’t think I copied them so the anons can fuck off lol

anyways, now that you’re all aware of the situation I’ll show you some proof just to clear my name. my friends told me to just not get into it and stoop to their level and to be a bigger person instead but plagiarism is a pretty serious accusation as a writer and I’d rather not have that allegation against me

I actually managed to dig up the request for the Joe imagine and guess what… it’s from 2020… over two years ago… can I get a yikes? told y’all I’m a slow writer

then I went through my discord chat with a friend because I always sent them new pieces of the fic when I wrote them to get feedback because I’m insecure but it actually helped in this case because they’re all dated, I screen-recorded everything just so that nobody could say I edited messages or whatever, they have all the dates in them the only thing I did was join two videos together but I think you’ll see at which point that was, it’s a little slow and you can pause at any point and compare the texts are identical

02. January 2022

12. February 2022

04. May 2022

10. May 2022

20. August 2022

but yeah… totally copied the fics that were posted this week….

the only thing I wrote this week for the Joe smut was the part where they were actually fucking at the end, that’s it

if anybody thinks a plagiarized that please include screenshots or quoted lines or something like that in your next accusation I’m not in the mood to “just search through the tag you’ll find the fics”

anyways I accept apologies in cash, card, or check per carrier pigeon

or on anon in my inbox

[meant-to-be-a-hero]

heya~ for the writer ask: 1-40, please 💚 ilu

This took a long time, but you did ask me all the questions so I feel like I get a pass for that.

Under a cut, because this is long.

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

Garamond. I think I read somewhere that it’s like, a good one for people to read, and I’ve just never moved away from it. I like it.

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

Oh god no. I edit and change my mind far too much, and I type much faster than I could ever write by hand. I’d end up getting a typewriter or a Dictaphone instead.

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

I tend to write my first drafts on my tablet downstairs. It’s mostly just a skeleton for a plot, and then I edit upstairs on my desktop computer, in like, total silence so I can concentrate. That’s where I flesh out all the stuff I’ve written, and it goes from a draft to a proper story.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Silhouette. Or manoeuvre. Or camouflage. I spelt two of them wrong, because they are Evil Words.

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

I dunno, I don’t think I’ve ever thought about it. Probably not?

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

That I’m honestly just writing the same thing over and over, with different characters. Even if the story’s different, that the message is the same. Or that my writing’s like, hollow – it’s just a story, and it doesn’t have a message at all outside of that. Which is fine, obviously, not every piece of writing has to have some Big Meaning behind it, but. Yeah.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Re-reading something I wrote and haven’t read for a while and going ‘I did that’. Even better if I can go ‘I did that and it’s just as good now as I thought it was when I wrote it’.

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

Action. I could probably write like a pure love story, Love, Simon-esque. But no dialogue would be very hard.

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

Yeah, absolutely.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

Not a specific piece of writing but when I write a metaphor and I’m like ‘I’ve used this before’ and I know for a fact that I have but I can’t remember where, which feeds back into that whole ‘all I’m doing is writing the same thing over and over again’ thing, that haunts me a lot. Haunted by my own narrative.

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

I don’t think it always applies, but definitely sometimes. I don’t like doing it, obviously, because it’s Murder, but sometimes trying to make three paragraphs work because you really like one sentence just isn’t the way to go. I don’t save them, they just get deleted and I’ll cry a little bit.

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

Being able to type without ever misspelling a word again. The amount of times I misspell shit and have to go back and change it, I could probably have written twice as many words.

The ability to have Fresh Eyes right away. I tend to write in the morning/afternoon then step away from it and edit in the evenings, but sometimes it’d be nice to just be able to edit right away.

Maybe like, the ability to just stop myself from being so fucking critical about my writing, that’d be nice.

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

I dunno, I don’t think I write things that are hard for me, like, on purpose? Maybe that’s not pushing myself, I guess, but. I tend to worry that when I introduce problems, especially relationship problems, I solve them too quickly and easily? Maybe that’s it.

Melodrama’s easy for me, because I love it. Stupid sweeping sentences and ridiculous descriptions and big explosive set-pieces. That’s my shit.

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

Yes, yes, yes, and no, in that order. I’m very particular about my books, I don’t like them being damaged, so I’m happy to lend them to people, but they have to understand that they have to look after them.

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

Dear god no. I don’t judge people who do any of those things, just don’t do them with my books. We can still be friends, Quiz. But you’re on thin ice.

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

Oh probably food. I think I used one of those liquorice straws covered in sugar once, and had sugar stuck in the spine of the book forever after. I definitely try not to do that any more lol. This always reminds me of that post where the guy used a slice of cheese.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Ooh, good question. I don’t think I’ve worked out all of that stuff either, so it’s hard to say. I think most of it’s explicit? Or it will be when I finish it.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

Ok, not a passage, but there’s like two chapters in the middle of A Pack Of Two that I wrote when I was right at the end of the story. I didn’t know how the story was supposed to end, not really – like I knew I wanted a happy ending and stuff but I didn’t know how to get there, so I went back and wrote these nice fluffy chapters where Steve and Eddie did some fun things together that added a little conflict and fleshed out how they felt about each a bit more, and by the time I’d finished them, I knew how I wanted the story to end properly. So sometimes, going back on yourself can be helpful.

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

I guess I’ve always written fanfic, even if it never really went anywhere. I had some stories on an old comic book forum, there was some Spider-Man, Runaways, Green Lantern, and Thunderbolts that I remember.

Then I did my first x Reader insert thing for Teen Wolf, and that took on a life of its own. I really liked the whole idea of adding a new character to continuity, like dancing between the raindrops so you can get your own character in there without changing the original narrative. That was what kept me writing for a bit, I did a Krypton one and a Stargirl one too. Oh and a Zombies one, nearly forgot that.

And somewhere in there, I started doing NaNoWriMo – my mum suggested something to me once, about writing a story I wanted to read because I didn’t find it on a shelf, and that was where I got my first three novels, The Ormere Chronicles, from.

I also wrote my High Fantasy book, Shall Set You Free, and then my Terry Pratchett-esque book, Death Vs. The Zombie Apocalypse (which I think is still my best book, tbh).

When the pandemic hit, that was when I started writing my Lovecraft stuff, because it was fucking depressing. I’ve still gotta finish those, I’m like 1/3 of the way through the final book.

And since like, July of last year, I’ve been writing Stranger Things fanfic pretty much non-stop, which is probably the most consistently I’ve written for a long time, and I like that.

In terms of where I’m going, I don’t really know. I’m writing stories I like writing, about things I like, and I’m gonna keep doing that. I hope I don’t ever stop, honestly.

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you’ve always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

Oh, probably the first one. I’m never entirely happy with what I write, and I think having one perfect piece of writing and then not being able to live up to that for the rest of my life would be so depressing. I’d rather have 50 nearly perfect bits of writing (and my true love) than 1 flawless one.

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

I hope not? I can go a long time without doing it sometimes, but I don’t think I could ever out and out stop. I don’t feel like it’s a chore, so I don’t wish I could stop, no. It’s fun, and while it’d be nice to like, make a career out of it, I enjoy it too much to really want to monetize it.

Or y’know, I’m too scared to try, but we won’t talk about that.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

Notes-wise, I tend to write a lot of stuff down on paper to start with when I’m getting the story in order, and then transpose them into a Word doc.

I then proceed to basically ignore said Word doc, write the story, and then check the notes at the end and laugh at how close/far away I was from what I’d intended.

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

It’s either a dining table with a tablet on it, usually with a mug of hot chocolate and/or something to snack on, or my desk upstairs that’s full of the usual desk things, nothing particularly special. I don’t think I’m interesting enough for this question.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

I let the ideas percolate for a while. I don’t need a whole beginning/middle/end before I start writing, but I like to have the big beats, like the Point of what I’m writing, rather than just totally winging it. I tried that once, and it failed miserably.

It’s a lot of thinking, and then writing notes. If I get stuck, I try and go for a walk or do some kind of activity where I can’t do anything but think about my story, so my brain can sort out any problems or connect the dots that I can’t connect usually.

I don’t mind this part, but I definitely prefer the actual writing bit.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

In my head, Alicia from The Ormere Chronicles literally looks like “If River Song Was Black”. I don’t know if that’s like, explicit in the text, but it is now.

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

Writing fanfic, it’s easier, because I can just rewatch the shows or whatever that I’m basing things on. I like doing that to get their voices down properly, so at least they sound right when I write them. I read all my dialogue over a few times, sometimes out loud, to make sure it sounds natural, and like what they’d actually say.

For my original characters, it’s a lot of ‘what would X do in this situation’ kind of conversations with myself. Once I’m in, I try and stay there until the story’s done – I only work on one WIP at a time, usually.

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Oh god, probably some of the insufferable characters from Death Vs. The Zombie Apocalypse, like the whole point of them was to be horrible representations of human beings, but I think maybe I was a little too good at that. Read into that what you will.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

This question was really sticking for me, until I remembered, there’s a character in the Ormere Chronicles, the third book of the three, who is literally my nan. She passed away before she could read any of my books, but she’s a character in one of them who’s in a bus station at two separate points, and she meets the two main characters who missed each other, and she talks them through their problems so that they can reunite.

I don’t think I realised why I did that until now, including her because she couldn’t read them before she died. Oh, now I’m sad.

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

That’s a good question. With fanfic, it’s usually ‘I want to write these characters in this kind of situation’, and the situation is one I’ve seen in other media, like transposing them from their universe to another. Or with x Reader stuff, it’s ‘I want to be in this situation with this character’ which is entirely self-indulgent and I love it.

For original stuff, I like to pick a genre, and then go from there, that’s my starting point that dictates the characters, setting, and such.

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

I barely ever remember my dreams after I wake up, so I don’t have much to say on this one. I’ve used dreams a few times in my writing, to be like prophetic or to help put things into perspective for my characters, that’s about it.

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

I always sign off my fics with “I hope you had as much reading this as I did writing it”, which I think sums up how I feel about my readers, honestly.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

I honestly don’t read a lot of other people’s fanfic, because I have this weird thing of not wanting to write things that other people have written, so if I don’t know that they’ve written them, then I can’t have copied them, if that makes sense?

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

Nah, writing’s my expression. I am art.txt, not art.jpeg, as the meme goes.

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

Yes, love it, best comma. All the commas.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

Starting sentences with prepositions, probably. Because I can. And I will. Sometimes it’s just necessary.

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

Closeted/confused queer boy finds himself. Anything more than that is usually veering into the Things I Wish I Knew category.

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

God, he wrote a lot about those dudes from Stranger Things falling in love, didn’t he?

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

I have this odd hang-up with sex scenes that I’m trying to get around. I have been writing more of them, and getting more comfortable with them, but a lot of my sex scenes are very much metaphor and inference rather than ‘he put his dick in his ass’, because it feels really weird to me to never mention sexual stuff until The Sex Chapter, and then it’s all dicks and shit. But I’m working on it.

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

Re-reading my own stuff, and knowing that a) I did that, b) I can do that again, and c) I can do better than that now. Reminding myself what I’ve accomplished already and what I can do in the future.

And reminding myself that, at the end of the day, everything I write is for me first.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

Oh, uh, erm. I haven’t written poetry in a very long time, I’m sorry, Quiz.

[treefory]

The cat works. Btw this one has a lot of cursing lol

Working through the past

CHAPTER 6

Chapter 5

Chapter 1

A black void enveloped Cash as he floated in the abyss. The air was thick and humid yet he could still see puffs of his breath come from his nose. No matter where he looked he saw nothing, all he could see was his own body.

From out of the abyss huge stone paws reached out to him, pulling him in. Cash flailed as he tried to get away from it to no avail. He trembled as he shut his eyes awaiting its deadly touch.

It’s paws gently rested under his arms and pulled him in close. Cash dug his claws into them, they scratched uselessly against its skin. It rested cash in his arms like how you would with a baby.

Cash laid there, confused. It was soft and warm, like a mothers touch. Something he craved. Cash slowly leaned into its warmth

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Cash’s eyes shot open. The sound of his alarm filled his ears. He let go of the tight grip on his pillow and grumbled as he turned off the alarm. He sat on his bed, hunched over. He felt the back of his neck, mimicking the touch in his dream. His tail thrashed angrily.

It’s not the same.

Hot shower water rained on cash’s head. He let the water run off of him. He closed his eyes, appreciating its warmth. But soon he stepped out of the shower and dried himself with a towel, head to tail.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face. Just like any other day, he put on his diner uniform. He made himself a bowl of cereal then put on his jacket and made his way out the door.

He sat at the bar, on his phone. The sound of the chef's knife hitting the cutting board as they prepared onions and peppers filled the diner. A gentle buzzing came from the old yellow lights. Out of his two jobs, this one was his favorite

He cheacked the time.

12:02 pm

No one even came today. No tip money, but I’m still getting paid.

Ring

Cash looked behind him. A family of foxes had walked in. two parents and two kids. The kids ran in and sat at a booth, the parents trailing behind. as usual cash greeted them as they sat at a booth. “Good morning, and welcome to Harry’s diner. My name is Cash and I will be your waiter today. Can I start you off with some drinks?”

He met the parents' gaze. Their eyes had bags under them and their eyelids lazily hung over them. They sat hunched over in their seats, seemingly like they were seconds away from falling asleep.

“Yeah! Can I have a milkshake?” said the boy

“Oh oh! Give me chocolate milk!” said the girl

This early in the morning?

Cash looked at the parents, in a way that said ‘is that okay?’

“Just give them what they want…” the mother sighed

Cash wrote in his notepad. “And for you two?”

The parents looked at each other “coffee.” they said in unison

“One milkshake, one chocolate milk, and two coffees. Is that right?” cash said.

“Uh huh! Yeah that's right!” yelled the boy

“I'll get that to you as soon as possible.” cash said as he handed all of them menus, then turned away.

He leaned into the window that led into the kitchen. “One milkshake, one chocolate milk, and two coffees.”

The chef stopped their cutting and washed their paws.

Ring

Two elderly sheep walked in and took a seat. “Good morning, and welcome to Harry’s diner. My name is Cash-”

“What? I can't hear you.” the sheep in an old floral hat said

“Uh, my name is Cash and I'll be your waiter today.” he said a little louder. “What would you like to drink?”

“Sonny, I can't hear you. You must speak up.” the sheep in an old dress said.

“He wants to know what drinks we want!” the floral hat yelled. “God, did you leave your hearing aid at home?” she whispered to herself

“Oh! May I have some tea?”

“Oh course.” cash wrote in his notepad. “how would you like it? Iced, unsweetened, swee-”

“What?’ old dress interrupted

Cash sighed. “How would you like your tea?” he said louder

“All I need is a couple of sugar cubes.”

“Mh hm, and you miss?”

“I'd appreciate a cup of tea too.”

“Thank you, I'll be back with you soon.” cash handed each of them a menu then walked behind the bar. On the window seal sat the foxes order. Cash rang the bell that sat at the window and left the sheep's order. He steadied the tray in his paws and carried it over to the table.

Cash laid the drinks out in order. The kids snatched their drinks up while the parents slowly took theirs into their paws.

Ring

A lone horse walked in. She wore a navy business suit with hooves clutching a briefcase. She sat at a booth, her back up against the seat with a stern look on her face.

Cash took out his notepad. “Now that you have your drinks, are you ready to order?” He said to the foxes

“I want a bajillion pancakes!” the boy yelled. “And my sister wants eggs!”

“Nuh uh! I want waffles!”

“No you don't, waffles are gross!”

“You're gross!”

“MOOOOOM!!!!” the boy cried

Cash looked at the parents. “Be nice to your brother…” the dad muttered

“We both just want omelets and some toast. ” the mom whispered.

Cash finished writing in his notepad and took back the menus. He started making his way over to the bar.

“WAITER! Excuse me, over here!” the horse yelled

“I'll be with you in a minute.” cash said dismissively.

He tossed the menus onto the bar then went to the window. “We have an order!” cash said while ripping out a page from his notepad. He lifted the sheeps order his paws.

“Here's your order, mam.” cash said loudly as he laid out their drinks.

The sheep in the floral hat squinted her eyes. “Sir, I think we asked for some sugar cubes.”

“Uh, we don't have any sugar cubes. but- ”

“WAITER!!!” the horse yelled again

“But we do have sugar packets on the table for you to use.” he said while gesturing towards the sugar packet holder, also trying to ignore the horse.

“Oh thank you. Eh, we still need some time to find out what we want.”

“That's okay, take all the time you need.” Cash smiled.

He forced himself to keep a smile on his face as he approached the horse. “Good morning, and welcome-”

“What took you so long to get here? don't you know how busy I am?” She demanded

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner, but as you can see you're not the only customer here.”

“Don’t you know who I am? I make more than everyone here combined! Especially you.”

“Uh huh. Yeah, what do you want to drink?”

“Cappuccino with a Caramel drizzle.”

“Anything else?”

“ I need a MENU before I can order anything else.”

With a blank stare and still with a smile on his face, cash walked over to the bar then handed her a menu. She snatched it from his paws.

“Leave me alone.” She grumbled

Cash's tail flicked back and forth as he sat down at the bar.

“Mom! She took my fork!”

“Dad! He bit my straw!”

“Mom!”

“Dad!”

Cash put his head in his paws.

Ugh. This is giving me a headache…

Ding

Cash’s head shot up. The foxes order sat at the window seal. With a groan, he got up and took the tray over to the foxes. And like it was nothing, he put on a smile and laid out their plates.

“YAY!!!” The kids yelled. Their high pitched voices hurt Cash's ears.

He sat back down at the bar.

Wait, no. I have to check on the sheep’s

He stood back up and made his way over to their table. “I’m back. Are you ready to order?”

“What?” The floral hat asked.

Cash superseded a groan. “Are you ready to order?” He said again.

“Nooo… here, what does this say sir?” The old dress said, pointing at something on the menu.

Cash leaned in close. “Swe…dish…capes. Swedish capes, mam.”

“And this one?” She pointed at another item

“Hic…Katy… no wait, uh… hickory… smoked… bacon… strips…. Hickory smoked bacon strips, mam.”

“You aren’t very good at reading, huh?” The floral hat said

Cash stood up tall, red in the face. “Are you ready to order, mam?” He said, trying to ignore her comment

“No, I need more time.”

“Mh hm.” Cash walked over to the horse.

“Mam, are you ready to order?”

“Yes.”

Cash stood there awkwardly, with his notepad in his paws

“W-what would you like-“

“I want three pancakes, drizzled In strawberry syrup. With cut up fruit, consisting of grapes, apples, kiwi, and NO strawberries.”

“Is that all?”

“Did I say anything else?”

“… your food will be ready soon.” Cash said as he walked off. “Fuckn’ bitch” he muttered under his breath.

He handed the note to the chef through the window then sat at the bar. Once again, he rested his head in his paws.

Kids talking loud

The obnoxious sipping of tea

Clack clack clack

God, Now the horse was on her laptop.

Cash felt his head throb. His tail swished back and forth.

“Mom! Look at the cat's tail!”

“Look at it! I wanna touch it!”

Cash hadn’t even noticed his tail was moving. He curled it around his leg. He ran his fingers through the fur on his head, trying to sooth his mind.

I should start carrying pills around. Why is everything so loud?

After resting for a second, he went back to work.

“Are you ready to order now?” Cash said loudly with a small smile

“Oh I was wondering when you’d be back. Yes, I am ready to order.” Said the sheep in the floral hat.

“So am I.” Said the sheep in the old dress.

“ what would you like?”

“I want the biscuits and gravy.”

“Wait, that’s what I’m getting. You can’t get what I’m getting.”

“No, You can’t get what I’m getting.”

The two stared at each other waiting for the other to cave.

Cash broke the silence. “Do you need more time to decide?”

“I suppose we do.” The old dress said, not looking away from the other.

With a gentle sigh, cash walked to the foxes table. Food was everywhere like there was a food fight. Syrup coated… everything, literally everything. Cash stared in awe as the kids took bites out of their soggy food.

“Is everything going okay?” Cash said looking the mess

The dad looked up at cash with eyes that looked like they haven’t slept in weeks. “More coffee…”

“Of course.”

“WAITER, WERE IS MY FOOD?!?!” The horse yelled as she hit her hoof on the table.

Cash’s eye twitched as he walked over to her. “Mam, your food isn’t ready yet.”

She looked him up and down. “God, you could at least smile. I’ll do you some good.”

Cash shot her a huge toothy grin, showing off his fangs. but it looked more like a snarl.

“Ugh, don’t ever do that again.”

Cash turned to walk away

“Did I SAY I was DONE talking to you???” She yelled

The notepad in cash’s paw crunched and wrinkled as he tightened his grip on it. “I’m sorry, what do you need?” He said with a sickening smile through gritted teeth

“Don’t you see that my cup is empty? I want a refill.”

He gently took the cup in his paws. “I’ll be with you shortly.” He smiled as he walked over to the bar. “I need a refill of that coffee Carmel shit that horse ordered.” Cash sighed “and two cups of coffee.” The chef laughed to themself as they prepared the brew

Cas checked his phone

12:50 pm

Cash let out a sigh of relief. Only ten more minutes…

Cash went over to the sheep “I’m sorry for interrupting your decision making, but I will be leaving soon and no one else will be able to serve you. So if you could, please order something and take it to go?” Cash said in a soft voice but loud enough for them to hear.

“Oh but we still need some time to find out what we want.” The old dress said.

“I understand that, but i'm about to leave. So what would you like-“

“Can’t you just stay later?” The floral hat asked

“No, I have things I’d like to do after my shift.”

“Like what? Play on that phone of yours? This generation has no class!”

“Do you want anything or not?” Cash said, patience wearing thin.

“Well, I don’t think we’d like to spend our time eating here. Check please.” The old dress said.

“Thank you for dining with us.” Cash said as he went to the cash register. Fifty minutes, and didn’t even order anything.

Ding

A plate of pancakes sat at the window. Thin red syrup coated the assortment of fruits. It looked so good. He picked up the tray in his paws and carried it over to the horse. “Your order, mam.”

“What the FUCK IS THIS?!?!” She yelled as she gestured towards the pancakes. Everyone looked over, even the chef poked their head through the window.

“STRAWBERRIES!!!! I hate STRAWBERRIES!!!” She screamed. “Your manager, I NEED YOUR MANAGER NOW!!!!”

The horse stood in front of Cash. She was only taller than him by a couple inches, but it felt like she was towering over him.

Cash stepped back. Shit, did I forget to say no strawberries?

A door in the back of the diner flew open. A small otter stomped out “who’s yelling about a manager?” She yelled. They wore the Same uniform as cash with a name tag that read manager- Buttons

“I did! Your scummy waiter put strawberries on my pancakes!” The horse yelled as she moved to stand in front of the otter.

Cash took another step back, he could feel himself shaking.

“Don’t you talk about my worker like that! And he don’t even make the food, Yah dumbass!”

“How DARE you talk to me like that! I want to know who put strawberries on my pancakes! Then I want you to fire them!”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I haven’t bought strawberries in weeks!”

Manager Buttons climbed up on the table to get a better look at the pancakes. “You dumb bitch, THESE ARE RASPBERRIES!!!”

Cash’s fearful eyes laid in the pancakes. They were raspberries.

“What? No- I thought-'' the horse stammered.

“I don’t give two SHITS about what you thought! I want you out of my diner, NOW!” Manager Buttons yelled as she got into the horses face

The horse hastily pulled out a wallet and handed some cash to the otter and quickly left. The diner was silent for once. Cash stood there shaking uncontrollably.

“What a bitch…” Buttons looked over at cash. “Damn, you do’n okay?” She asked.

Cash’s breath hitched “uh, yeah. I-I’m okay.” he said, trying to stop shaking.

“Yeah sure, you look… bad. Look, I want you to cash this into the cash register." She handed Cash the money. “After that I want you to take care of the pancakes. I don't care how, just do it. I’ll finish serving the customers.”

She pulled out her phone. “Your shift is almost over, so you chill out.”

“...”

Cash took the money from her paws and put it into the cash register. He sat down at the table, pancakes in front of him. Buttons got the sheeps order and then yelled at the foxes for letting their kids make a mess. She was probably the reason this place didn’t get many customers

Cash went to pick up the fork when he noticed his paw was shaking. He grabbed it with his other paw then wrapped his arms around himself.

Deep breaths Cash, deep breaths… that horse… my mom… deep breaths…

It took him a second to stop shaking, And when he did he took a bite out of the pancakes.

“God, that chef can cook…” he mumbled with his mouth full.

[aannonn]

i just read the saddest ava. comic ever and im sad

sOOoOo I decided to share the headcanons that I have so far about the ColorGang because they makes me happy;33333

for anyone who wants to read the comic.. warning: sad/bad ending. Don't take this the wrong way btw. I genuinely really loved reading this comic!

ColorGang!

╰┈➤ I always had that lil' headcanon in my head that ; even though TSC may act like one of the oldest most of the time, he's actually the youngest of the group.

﹌﹌﹌I mean- the StickFight game presented in the series felt like it existed looooong before TSC was even created, so I guess, chronologically and theoretically, RYGB are older than TSC in a certain way, though I like to think they are all the exact same age.

╰┈➤ From Oldest to Youngest, for me it's like that ; Yellow, Blue, Green, Red & The Second Coming!

(Lil' update: Apparently, I heard that Alan Becker confirmed that TSC is a lil' more older than them? So, I changed my headcanon and now from Oldest to Youngest it's actually; The Second Coming, Yellow, Blue, Green & Red! If that ends up being false - because I haven't found the video where Alan says this yet - I'll go back to my old headcanon, probably.)

﹌﹌﹌They are all the same age, but some of them were created minutes before the other. In TSC's case.. One(1) year after RYGB were already created.

﹌﹌﹌They are all ten to thirteen(10-13) years old. (Based/Inspired on that one video where DJ asked how old they were ever since their creation, and Alan responded with 10, 12, 13! lol)

╰┈➤ TSC is often called Orange by his friends and even by Alan, so he feels kinda weird whenever someone calls him 'The Second Coming'. He doesn't mind beind called 'Second' or 'Sec' though.

﹌﹌﹌'TSC' just sounds too vague, and 'The Second Coming' It's such a long name, so he prefers to either be called 'Orange', 'Second', or 'Sec'.

╰┈➤ Red loves all kind of animals and insects. One time, he brought home (aka. Alan's desktop) a gigantic centipede from Minecraft, which scared everyone in the group and even Alan, which led to Red eventually having to return it to Minecraft…

﹌﹌﹌This incident led Alan to never download Minecraft mods that contain giant centipedes again.

╰┈➤ The ColorGang all have PTSD from the last encounter with The Dark Lord. They do not want to lose each other again, much less feel the pain of being deleted again.

﹌﹌﹌They are also now terrified of giant red spiders or anything that may resembles a red spider.

﹌﹌﹌Because of that, they have sleepovers every weekend now! Mainly due to the nightmares everyone has been having ever since that day, so they decided to schedule a sleepover every weekend so everyone could have fun and then platonically cuddle. 🎔

﹌﹌﹌It worked pretty well, and even after they stopped having those nightmares, they are all still having sleepovers together because yes. 🎔

﹌﹌﹌Alan sometimes joins them with his cursor of course, but only when he doesn't have anything planned to do in the morning. Which is.. pretty rare, sadly. But they will treasure every moment.

╰┈➤ I like to think that Alan basically adopted the RYGB at this point, so they are all technically step-siblings, since I also like to think that Second is Alan's child, as he is Alan's creation.

╰┈➤ Green is a prankster. You cannot tell me he isn't because he for sure is. He just gives me those vibes man

╰┈➤ Yellow has very good sleep schedules, despite what a big(?) part of the fandom says. Sometimes he can get carried away and end up staying up all night, though.

╰┈➤ Despite being the youngest, Second acts like the 'mom' of the group. He just gives me those vibes fr

╰┈➤ Blue really loves reading and writing stories. Once, he even wrote an entire story based on the Little Red Riding Hood as he added his friends to the story.

﹌﹌﹌I must say, the group loves hearing Blue's stories, and he loves telling stories to his friends. 🎔

﹌﹌﹌Sometimes he tells animal stories to help Red sleep. It sounds silly and childish, but it's comforting for Red to hear Blue's calming voice, while it's comforting for Blue to tell stories to the sticks(they are sticks not people so-) he loves so much, especially knowing that they love his stories too.

╰┈➤ Red is the most emotional of the group, although he is also one of the strongest mentally.

(Lil' Update: Changed opinions! Now Blue is the most emotional one of the group, while Red is still one of the strongest mentally.)

(Lil' Update2: Changed opinions again-! Now both Blue and Red are the most emotional ones of the group.)

╰┈➤ Sometimes they all treat Second like a "baby", just to playfully annoy him. (Inspired on this lil' comic!)

╰┈➤ Not a headcanon, but they are all canonly silly;333

Welp! That's all the headcanons that I have so far-

I may change my mind about some, though. Maybeeee-

Welp! I think that's it..?

Cya u all in my next post! Goodbye! &lt;3

[littleharpethcrossfit]

Sunday,  8  January,  2023....... Warmup.....Deadlifts.....”Take Five”.....

It was 50 degrees, which would otherwise be cold only according to Herb.  But with a heavy grey overcast sky and no sunshine, it seemed much colder.  We fired up all the heaters.  Many thx to Tom who toted in some propane this morning.

Sweet Dana Rebecca was the demo model and leader of the complicated 8 exercise warmup. 

Warmup:

5  Alternate Elbow to Instep

5  Alternate Hamstring Scoops

10  Kang Squats

10  HR Pushups

15  Jumping Jacks

15  Mountain Climbers

20  High Knees

20  Butt Kickers

Strength WOD:

Deadlifts:     5 / 2 / 2 / 2 / 2       Post 2 Rep Max

Shane=415     Ed/Nathan=365     Warren G=315     Zac=300     Smoothie=285    Herb/Paul=265     Tom/Lew=246     Dana=250*     Coach=245     Yates=235    Warren A=225    Joe=175     Sue/Alicia=145     Cheri=135    Kayla=125*     Tripp/Elisa/Linda/Holly=125     Faith (The girl)=32

Metabolic Conditioner

Since there are 5 Minute work sessions alternating with 5 minutes rest,  it would be convenient to do this in “WAVES”.   That way nobody would have to run.    If you don’t understand, ask Timmy (who was absent).

“Take Five”

                       5  Minute Cap

40  Calories Any ERG     (Run 500 if no ERG)

Then AMRAP in time left 

12  Deadlifts     (E=185/135/85)

12  Burpees

                     REST  5  Minutes

                        5  Minute Cap

30  Calories Any ERG     (Run 400 if no ERG)

Then AMRAP in time left

9  Deadlifts     (E=225/155/105)

9  Burpees

                      REST  5  Minutes

                       5   Minute Cap

20  Calories Any ERG     (Run 300 If No ERG)

Then AMRAP in time left

6  Deadlifts     (E=275/185/125)

6  Burpees

SCORE:     

Total combined Deadlifts  +  Burpees

Elites:

Dana=174     Shane=133

RXers:

Ed=153     Herb=120     Sue=135     Yates=121     Nathan=119     Zac=110    Paul=108      Smoothie=106     Alicia=68     Coach=65

Scaled:

Kayla=158     Holly=131     Elisa=124     Cheri=122     Joe=78      Tripp=“A Lot”     Faith (The Girl)=“A Little”     Tom/Lew/Linda/Warren A & G=Personal Journey’s

Notes:

Sincere apologies are hereby offered in print for failing to BLOG-mention that in the heat of yesterdays WOD,  athletes Timmy and Ed heard “Thunderstruck”, by AC/DC, and could not refrain from ripping off a Burpee every time they sang “THUNDER”.  If YKYK.

The Girl’s sometimes have a Girl’s-Outing-Thing after the workout, so the Boy’s were not to be outdone today.  Smoothie arranged a trip to a nearby watering-hole for burger’s and brew’s and about 7 of us came.  Smoothie/Herb/Lew/Coach/Warren A/Shane/Nathan had a great fun time.  Paul said he was coming until Susan put her size 5 1/2 foot down, so Paul had to pretend to have some emergency to attend.

Herb put a date for the next Bourbon Tasting on a white-board at the Barn.  I never plan much beyond a few hours ahead, so it didn’t register on me when he wrote down a date that is so futuristic that our trees will have green leaves once again.  Linda thinks she and a few others including  144,000 Jehovah’s Witnesses, will certainly be raptured by then.  Wait a few weeks and check the white-boards.  It will be listed as THE BORN AGAIN BOURBON TASTING.  

Big Lew (who actually is a paying member at CFEN and mooch’s workouts at the free LHCF) is undergoing shoulder surgery tomorrow afternoon.  It is notable that Big Lew is not favoring the services of any of the 3 famous Orthopedic Surgeons who attend LHCF.  It is also noteworthy that Dr Paul L. will be his attending Anesthesiologist, promising to take Big Lew “to a point as near-unto-death as humanly possible, yet still revive unharmed”.  That’s re-assuring.  Miss Linda will be offering up prayers for Big Lew, and her prayers are the best money can buy.

The quote attributed to Paul L. was actually a plagiarism from Dr David Alfery’s (LSU Dave) latest book SAVING GRACE.  If 5 or more of you guys would please buy it and leave a gushingly good review (reading is not required),  LSU Dave will take the Buck’s to a fine dinner outing.  The book is being released this Tuesday, January 10.  BTW, all new book releases are on a Tuesday.  But everybody knows that....   

If you are supposing that the 144,000 mentioned above is a fictive number, you’d better speak to an Elder from The WatchTower Society or risk being left behind.  Heavenly admission has so many obstructions I’m afraid to go to sleep at night.  Like, what’s more damning, eating beef and dairy together, or getting a blood transfusion from a total stranger ?  Thoughtful notes from a born again agnostic.

Tuesday at 4 PM.   Maybe...