#latte writes things

[lattewritesthings]

Faceblind Legend, the fluffy one! I've honestly been sitting on this one for a while while I work on other parts of the series, but I finally decided to post it.

Fandom: Linked Universe

Characters: Legend, Wind, Four

Summary:

Legend decided enough was enough. It had been pissing rain for hours, now, and even Wind had succumbed to the dour, grey mood. Legend needed to find a way to jumpstart everyone else’s mood as efficiently as possible. And that meant dragging Wind out of the dumps.

[pokegeek151]

Febuwhump 2024, day 3 - "Bite down on this"

Fandom: Linked Universe

Characters: Time, Legend, Warriors

Summary: “I can usually get by just plucking them as they sprout, but they aren’t growing well this time. I think there might be some, uh, root rot. I’m pretty sure the roots will need to be…extracted.”

His blood rushed past his ears, and he could barely hear himself think. “Extracted.”

[overtake]

A random scene from my Maxiel hockey au just because

“Why the fuck does this team give us perfectly identical sweatshirts? How am I ever meant to find mine?” Daniel asks, pawing through the clothes piled precariously on one of the barstools.

“It’ll probably be the one with your number on it,” Max says drily. “And teams tend to have matching clothing.”

Daniel looks up from his careful searching and tosses Max the finger. “Just for that, I’m wearing yours.”

Max’s hoodie is technically the same size as Daniel’s because Daniel prefers to size up, but it’s stretched out around the shoulders in a way Daniel’s isn’t. There’s a small stain by the left cuff whereas Daniel keeps his pristine. Most notably, there’s a 33 over the left chest instead of a single digit. It feels more lived-in and comfortable than Daniel’s, even though Daniel probably wears his jumpers twice as often as Max does.

He pops his head of the neckline and adjusts the strings. “Alright. I’m set. Let’s go.”

Max is paused with his keys in hand, mouth slightly parted and eyes burning holes into the number screenprinted on the fabric.

“You can’t get mad. I told you I was taking it,” Daniel says, even though Max doesn’t seem upset. Daniel can’t quite identify the expression crossing his face, but it’s definitely not annoyance.

“Don’t spill anything on it,” Max finally says.

Daniel catches up to him at the door and sticks the stained arm in Max’s face. “Don’t worry. You took care of that first.”

Max shoves his arm away, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m not driving you anymore. You can hobble to the rink.”

Daniel switches positions to wrap his upper body around Max’s broad back, clasp his hands around Max’s neck, and jerk one leg up as if he’s about to jump for a piggy-back ride. Max elbows him off, giggling and pink-cheeked.

“Fine, I suppose I can give you a ride, but I’m not buying your tea,” Max warns. He undercuts his threatening words by instinctively holding Daniel’s hip, pale fingers pressed into plush fabric and waiting in case Daniel’s ankle gives out. Daniel has been successfully walking with no problems for a full week now, but Max is always hovering and holding.

“But I’m cold,” Daniel pouts, dramatically sticking out his lower lip. He’s just being annoying, but a gust of chilly air actually hits as he says it. Daniel shivers, pulling the jumper tight over his hands and moving closer to Max to try and leech some of his body heat. “I need this. Respect those of us from hot countries who played in hot states for ages.”

Max laughs, slinging an arm around Daniel’s back and tugging him into a mocking hug. “Poor Daniel. You only have to play in the NHL for the most iconic team in the craziest hockey city. Your life is very hard because it’s sometimes below zero and I don’t buy you tea.”

Daniel pulls his hands upward and dramatically rubs them together, then huddles into Max and presses his clasped hands between their chests. He doesn’t care if the hug is teasing. He’s genuinely fucking cold.

“You’re not allowed to be mean to me. I’m still injured.” He pokes out his healed ankle and lightly kicks Max’s leg with it. Max is in shorts, exposing fuzzy, muscled calves to Canadian January because he’s batshit insane.

“I’m hugging you,” Max says, rubbing his free hand up and down Daniel’s back. “I am very nice.”

Daniel presses his face into Max’s shoulder, just for a second. “Yeah. You’re not too bad, I guess.”

Shortly into their drive, Max detours, parallel parks, and comes back with a massive tea and crinkly brown bag.

“Their tea is shit and the donut is vegan,” Max says. His furrowed brow is aiming for admonishing, but the tugged edges of his mouth and dramatic tone give him away. “That’s your punishment.”

He still accepts the torn pieces of donut Daniel presses to his pink mouth and licks off the crumbs that decorate the sweet freckle on his upper lip.

“Wait. You have —” Daniel covers his thumb with the blue fabric of Max’s sweater and wipes one last sprinkle away as Max pulls into a parking space.

Max catches Daniel’s wrist before he can pull it back to his own body. He stares Daniel down with big eyes and long lashes and plucks the sprinkle where it’s caught on the ribbed cuffs. Max places one hand on Daniel’s chin and pulls down his lower lip, then places the sprinkle into Daniel’s salivating mouth.

“Don’t waste food.”

Max’s hands linger for one heated second before he drops them to turn off the ignition. Daniel tries to calm the thud of his straining heart, breathing in then out in an attempt to regain some normalcy.

He takes long enough that Max knocks on his passenger-side window, peering in and making little glasses over his eyes and waving all goofy, like nothing had just happened.

He eventually pulls open Daniel’s car door for him, gesturing out to the grey pavement. “Are you planning on showing up to practice today?” he teases.

Daniel recovers enough to slide out, though not gracefully, and heads into the rink to get chirped into oblivion over the 33 that feels throbbing and alive over his still-racing heart.

[thegothmakesstuff-iam]

Strong coffees, fan fiction, and last days of winter.

[fuckwhoeverpickedallthefunnyurls]

Hello people on Earth/Tumblr (preferably from America) have any of you ever had a pumpkin spice latte and if so are they very sweet. For writing purposes.

[shinakazami1]

I got quite a few exams coming for me for the next month, but I hope to finish Ep 5 for the TFTBL fic and then slowly work on my unfinished TSP drafts :] we will see! Thanks for anyone who still check my page, appreciate ya!!!

[grimgoregrimoire]

Make a pumpkin spice Dublin fog latte with me, instead of writing :D

[todayisafridaynight]

One of my fave jackets is this green jacket with a fur hood im wearin rn because 1.) its green 2.) my dad gave it to me 3.) it reminds me of saejima. Who also reminds me of my dad

[hughesquinn]

IM FREE FROM WORK ‼️‼️‼️

[lit-in-thy-heart]

sun's out, guns out, and these guns come with the added extra of eczema :D

[lattewritesthings]

Faceblind Legend, the kind of angsty one! I had almost the whole thing finished for ages except for one tiny spot, which I finally finished.

Fandom: Linked Universe

Characters: Legend, Malon

Summary:

When she opened the door, all thoughts of bets and vacation and even their upcoming monster hunt left Legend’s mind. He froze on the step, halfway on the porch and halfway on the path. She was smiling at him. She was smiling at everyone, but she was smiling at him. Her red hair caught the afternoon sun and glowed like fire. He didn’t think he’d ever see her again, and he almost whispered her name before she spoke. “Fairy boy!” she said excitedly, and Legend’s heart shattered anew.

[pokegeek151]

Febuwhump day 2 - solitary confinement

Fandom: Linked Universe

Characters: Four, Legend

Summary: Four sat up sharply as they approached, though Legend wasn't immediately comforted. There was a greyish film over his eyes, and as the seconds ticked by, the look of dazed confusion on his face grew sharper and sharper.

[i-dont-bite]

i've been cancelled for the 2nd time on twitter because i thought finn wolfhard going to starbucks was not such a big deal lol

[girlvader]

this is my father... see how good he is to me?

[loverboybitch]

pictures from my day off today.//.

[shinakazami1]

Just small info idk if anyone will notice but I'm taking a break from TSP :] I am so grateful to Tales from Borderlands as the game got me to once again make fanarts, read fanfics and want to create my own. First comes real life and I do hope to return as I have many unfinished projects to hopefully finish or ones to start but, we will see