#joy can be a really delicious donut

[shojizbae]

Too Sweet

Spencer Reid x reader

It was no secret to the team that you had a sweet tooth. Anytime you walked past an ice cream shop, your eyes lit up with unbridled joy. After a hard case, you always came into the bullpen with a box of sweets. Donuts if you solved a case under five days, Hush Puppies if there was a fallen family, or maybe some Snickerdoodles if there was arson. They were always the same pink bakery boxes with a cellophane window.

Today was no different.

"Good morning!" you signed songed as you skipped into the bullpen and too the right to the kitchen.

"What treats have you cooked up today mama?" Derek rubs his hands as he closes in on the kitchenette

"Oooh, sweets!" Emily smiles and skips over to the counter

"They're macarons."

"Ugh, those nasty almond cookies." JJ giggles as she snoops around the box

"No those are macaroons." I correct and hold a raspberry-pink macron at her. She bites it playfully out of my hand and laughs with me. She wipes the extra creme out of the corner of her lip and thanks me.

"Woah those are delicious." she goes back to her office.

"What diabetes are you giving us today." Hotch tosses a file on the counter as he walks by.

"Pistachio, raspberry, or lemon?" I smack Emily's greedy hand away as he goes back for a fourth and fifth.

"Pistachio." He leans back to look in the box "Those look professional."

"That's what happens when you have an existential crisis and take a baking course while completing your doctorate and feel like no man would ever want to marry a woman with more degrees than 'wifely skills'." You rattle mindlessly

"Well, that was our daily depressing moment of (Y/n)!" Derek chides like a sports announcer.

"Where's Reid?"

"An that's our daily 'first Spencer question' being the tally!" Emily holds a ghost microphone up.

"C'mon,"I put my hands on the counter and leans my hips forward, "I'm not as obsessed as you think I am."

"Oh, just only a little." Emily placates. The two return to their desks to grind through the many stacks of folders. I picked up the box and reorganized the disheveled cookies. I sauntered over to his hunched back. Dr. Reid, my work husband, was mangled over his desk scratching down details of a past case on a legal pad. I sit on the right side of his corner-shaped desk.

"Good Morning Spencer," I chide. He jumps slightly with the high timbre of my voice.

"Uh good morning Agent (L/n)," He clears his throat a few times.

"I made macrons," I held up the box "Would you like one? I made some with lemon, pistachio, and raspberry. Take your pick." I brandish the box once again.

"That's alright I haven't had any real breakfast yet."

"op how about some fake breakfast?" I pick up a light yellow circle and shake it twice in my hand.

"No that's really ok," but before he can protest I force half the cookie past his lips and all that he can mutter out is a disgruntled, mouth-filled groan.

"Did that taste real to you?" He sassily holds up a finger as he chews and swallows.

"That was rude." He states but takes the second half of the treat from my hand and finishes it off. A bit of the filling slings to his lips and I slide my thumb over it

"You've got a little something-" My speech is caught when his brown eyes meet mine. He looks nice below me. His eyelashes are thick but his eye bags drown out his cool amber eyes.

"Sorry," I clear my throat and lean back on the desk. "Would you like some more?"

"Yeah, can I have the pistachio one?" He rolls around on his chair. He takes a bite of the cream-filled delectable. "Woah you have a real knack for this. It's like all the ingredients want to be together. It just takes you to make things right." He gives me that dorky smile and I lose all sense of restraint. I dive in and hold his chin while I kiss him. I pull back with the fear that I stepped out of bounds.

"Come here." He tentatively holds my jaw and his kiss is much nicer than mine. He releases me and I scan between each of his eyes. "You had a little something."

[matenrou-fan]

Could I request Jakurai, Hifumi and Doppo's s/o surprising them with a gift basket full of homemade sweets as a job well done?

Matenrou with s/o who's surprising them with a gift

ahhh such a cute request <3 here!!

NBreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-Oh.. Is it all just for him?

-He's so flattered, as a person who gets used to serving humanity and being the one who gives, it's so nice to receive something.. Especially something with such a sweet smell and delicious look.

-"Hehe.. You make me speechless, s/o.." - he takes the basket from your arms, softest smile you've ever seen playing on his lips now and you can see light sparkle in his eyes.

-Despite Jakurai is always really caring and tender in your relationship with him, he also likes to be a little bit mysterious and teasing sometimes. But today.. You melt his heart and make his soul tingle, he can't help but keep smiling the whole day.

-His calm gaze now so joyful and loving as he leaning closer to you. One of his hands moves a strand of long purple hair from his face and he kisses you softly.

-"I didn't expect such a present from my beautiful angel today, so I don't have anything to give you back.." - he whispered, faces so close as you touched each other's noses. His loving gaze almost hypnotizes you with this heavenly blue shine. His eyes are just like two deep oceans, and you can see so much love and affection in their depths - "But maybe a couple of kisses will be a good reward for you right now? I promise, darling, next time I will also surprise you with something so delightful.."

-Your basket will stand in his kitchen for a long time, as Jakurai don't really love to eat many sweets, it's not really healthy. Also, he just wants to save your gift as long as he can.

-It's just so soothing, when he walks inside early in the morning to prepare himself breakfast before a long hard shift in the hospital, and the first thing he sees is your cakes, tarts, cookies.. He immediately smiles, as thoughts about your hard work for him warms his chest.

-Even when Jakurai eats all your homemade sweets he will keep the basket as a little reminder of how cute and precious his partner is.

-"Do you have any plans for today, s/o..?" - he asks you after a few days, when you visit him during lunch break in the hospital. - "I hope to spend this evening with you, in my house.. What do you think?"

-When you will pay him a visit later that day you wouldn't expect much, thinking it's just a casual small date. But when you go inside, the delicious smell of your favorite food hits your nose almost immediately.

-"Oh, come here, s/o.. Don't be shy." - Jakurai chuckle, noticing how your adorable eyes widened a little. - "I decided to return a favor in the same way, so.. please, enjoy. I hope my little feast will please you as much as your present pleases me before.."

-He may not be a great cook and don't have enough skills, but he has enough heart, love and care that he puts in these dishes, just for you…

-Ahhh!! So happy happy happy!!

-He is good at cooking and baking so he knows how hard it is to make so many sweets. So he really appreciates that from you.

-"Haaa~ S/o, you such a cutie and sweetheart, hehe..! I'm gonna have diabetes after so many biscuits and donuts, huh!!" - Hifumi giggles, it looks like he is even more cheerful than usual after your reward. He hugs you tightly, holding you so close to his chest as he pepper your face with kisses - "Now I'm gonna work even harder, if it means I will get such gifts from you, hehe..!"

-Expect him to be really clingy for the next few days as he can't stop complimenting you, his hands are always on you, hugging your waist or shoulder, playing with your hair, holding your hand or stroking your cheek before soft kiss..

-Hifumi just wants to show how much joy and happiness you bring to him, as his heart can't stop beating so fast when he eats your sweets before work. So delicious and sugary, full of your affection for him..

-"My precious darling.. For me, it's not just baking, it's like your love transforms into a physical form - the same warmness, softness and sweetness I can feel from this dough as I feel from your heart, s/o..!" - charming smile plays on his lips after such a pompous speech. Hifumi was already in his gray jacket when he got closer to you, holding your hands softly. - "There's nothing that would be more delicious than your cooking.. Mm, but maybe your lips?~"

-He would brag about your gift for him to anyone he knows. None of his kittens will surprise him as much as you, his precious little star. And he wants the whole world to know about that!!

-"Ooh!! You're finally here, hehe..!" - Hifumi opens the door, meeting you in his pink apron and immediately dragging you inside - "Come on, come on, hurry up..!"

-You didn't know why he called you, so you were so surprised to see a whole table covered with extravagant dishes. Everything looked so good and delicious, almost as if you were looking at pictures of the menu in an expensive restaurant. After all, Hifumi is in the top ten best cooks in Shinjuku, how can you expect something lower than that from him?

-"Here..! It's my little party as a thank you for being such a doll..!" - his hands squeezing yours as he looks at you with the brightest smile. Hifumi always looks like a little sunshine, but near you he lights up even more, radiating his positive and love for you - "Hehe, we can even feed each other, what do you think?"

-Somebody, call an ambulance asap, this man has a heart attack.

-So many things?? And just for him?? Are you sure he can eat it all alone??

-"I.. um.. thank you.." - he mumbles with bright red cheeks, hands trembling as he looks at a basket full of sweets. Despite his thoughts that keep screaming that he didn't deserve such a gift and such an adorable partner, his heart keeps telling him how cute you are and he definitely should be grateful, not pessimistic. - "You're like an angel, s/o.. You are always blessing my poor life with your presence, and now.. So many sweets.. I will never forget that, and will work even harder for you now…!"

-He's touched to the depth of his soul, as he gets used to being treated badly. Just your attention is enough for making him feel bright happiness, but the whole homemade baking..? He's almost bursting in tears as something keeps trembling inside his chest and tickling his stomach, is this what they call butterflies?

-"I.. I know that maybe I ask too much, y-you already make me so happy, b-but.." - his voice trembling a little as he got closer and touched your hands. Shy, but so sincerely deep loving gaze on his face as he tries to get the courage to continue - "But.. Can I kiss you now? I just.. I really want to show my love.."

-Oh just how much he wants to eat all the sweets in one moment..! Everything just looks so delicious, his mouth already watering from the alluring warm scent. Sorry, Hifumi, but for this man your food will be the best thing in life, even if you're not as good at baking as shiny blondie.

-But he needs to control himself and spread the fun over several days. And Doppo will take your cakes and cookies as lunch for work, so he would enjoy at least something good in this goddamn office. He always cheers up after lunch break now, because all the time he was sitting in the break room, eating your tarts slowly and sloppy, thinking about how much time you spent just to make him a gift..

-That's right! If you always make him smile, then he should also try hard to make you the happiest person in the whole world..! You deserve to know how much he actually values you, even if it's hard to say in words for him..!

-"H..hello? Oh, s/o, I'm not interrupting or anything, a-am I? Would you.. would you like to visit my house this weekend..?" - it was much easier to talk through a phone call, as Doppo nervously fiddled with his fingers, waiting for your answer. - "N-nothing serious, just please, if you can.."

-Of course if he said "nothing serious" you were not expecting something serious, but when you came over, Doppo was standing there, really nervous, you could feel the smell of baking powder and sugar from his hands.

-Oh, so he was trying to bake you a cake..! When you congratulate him for hard work you mention that one of the cakes in the basket is your favorite, so he was trying to make that thing..

-"I.. I'm sorry..! It's look much worse than yours one, I'm sorry..!" - he sobbed, looking at his crooked cake - "You can not eat it if you don't want to..! Aahh, I can't even show my gratitude for you normally…!"

-It's look not that good but the taste was still delicious, and a little praise from you made Doppo smile again, as he promised to get better at baking and spoil you with something more good-looking next time.

[splendontcore]

Disclaimer: this was originally to be a little animatic...but it would be kind of complicated because of the music, the illustrations and because original script was 24 pages long, so i decided to make a fanfic instead. Sorry for any misspelling/grammar error, im still learning!

Special delivery!

It's sunday at Happy Tree Town. June 18th, 2006, fathers day! The low population of this insignificant place with such impressive green architecture was surely celebrating this important date. Who wouldn't be grateful for their father's existence? They didnt just give permissions when mom's doesn't want to, but also carrying you in the good path. Guiding every instance of your life and helping you to take good desicions...However, its a whole spectrum. Theres good dads, for example Petunia's dad, Mr. Kirainai; a hardworking business man who always mind about his family and cares that much about her only daughter that he even created a spot for her in the company which she is going to run someday, what a great heart he has! A dad would do anything for their children after all! But there's also bad dads, Tommy's dad could nail the subjet really well; Mr. Graff... he's at jail, some people especulate the reason was some domestic disputee that ended up with Tommy's older sister taking care of what was left alive...that's awful. And then, there are just dad's...neither good or bad. Most of the town old folks would fit in this term. Perfection doesn't exist, everyone is quite aware of that, but the closest thing to that its the delicious smell that Happy Tree Bakery left in the town's air. It was run by a sweet southern lady and her husband, who were expecting a baby boy, just called Ma and Pop by the town folks. Time passed and at the time this sweet moment happened, it was just the husband who was in charge.

Francis Cooper and their squirrel pet Splendont, named after the Splendid's comic character and not the infamous antihero in disguise obviously, walked to the big ol empty tree stump reused as small bakery, greeted by the smell of freshly baked pastries and the sound of cheerful customers.

-Pop, happy Father's Day! I'd like to place an order for some special donuts.

Francis said, with a gentle smile.

-Thank you, Franny honey! What can I get for you today?

Francis glances at the menu board, pondering their choices.

-I'll have a box of honey drizzled donuts, a box of bacon and syrup donuts, and a box of jelly-filled donuts.

Pop starts preparing the donuts, skillfully drizzling honey, sprinkling bacon bits, and filling the donuts with jelly.

Francis gets s bit curious, wasnt today an important day to remember the importance of dad in their life? Why he was working in his normal schedule insted of spending time bonding with this only child?

-Pop, why are you working on Father's Day? Don't you want to spend time with your son?

Pop left escape a small sigh and keep working in the order as he speaks.

-Well, you see, Franny, my deceased wife always encouraged hard work. She believed that putting love and dedication into what we do is important. So, in her honor, I continue to bake and serve delicious treats on special days like this.

Franci's eyes widen with understanding and admiration.

-That's really admirable, Pop. Your wife's values live on through your dedication. And I'm sure your baby son appreciates it too.

-Thank you, Flaky. At the end of the day, I'll have some quality time with my son. It's all about finding a balance.

Francis smiles, feeling a sense of warmth and connection. Then they tooks their wallet and took some money.

-Here's the payment, Pop. I hope these donuts bring joy to whose receive them.

Pop took the money while smiling back at the them.

-Thank you, Franny. I'm sure they'll love them.

Francis bids farewell to Pop, carrying the boxes of donuts, ready to surprise the fathers in their life.

Then they walks along the quiet streets, a determined look on their face can be seen on. Splendont scampers alongside them.

-So, Flaky, why did you get so many boxes of donuts? Last time I checked, you only have one dad.

Splendont said, while raising one of his stupid squirrel eyebrows.

-Well, Splendont, these boxes aren't just for my dad. They're for the significant men in my life who have been like fathers to me.

Splendont looks intrigued, his curiosity piqued.

-Ah, I see. Pray, do tell, who are these lucky recipients?

Francis stopped for a moment, trying to explain Splendont the significant bonds they has.

-First, there's Stephen's dad. You know...when we were toddlers, his parents used to take care of me. They were like second parents to me when my own dad was still grieving for my mom's loss. Then there's Mr. Johnson, my history teacher. He moved next to my house a few years ago. His own children don't visit him, so my presence helps fill that void in his life. He's been like a father figure to me.

-Oh, the retired soldier with the thousand miles stare? Interesting. And anyone else?

Franci's gaze becomes more solemn as they speaks.

-Lastly, there's my real dad. Despite his struggles with drug problems, I still care for him and hope that someday he can overcome them and be like he used to be in my childhood. He may not be a perfect dad, but he's still my dad.

Splendont's eyes soften as he takes in Flaky's words. He lefts his sarcastic comments behind to speak his mind.

-I didn't realize how many people hold a special place in your heart, kiddo. That's quite remarkable.

Francis nods as they resume their walk.

-They may not be related to me by blood, but they have made a significant impact on my life. And I want to show my appreciation for them.

Francis stops in front of Stephen's house.

-Oh, and I also wanted to send something to my yayo in Spain, but I already sent him a postcard a few weeks ago, I hope he receives it.

Francis knocks on Stephen's door, ready to give the gratitude filled boxes. They stands at the doorstep, holding the box of donuts, as Sofia, Stephen's older sister, opens the door. Sofia rolls her eyes at the sight of Francis.

-Ah, genial, es otro de los amigos inadaptados de Stephen. Stephen, your little buddy is here!

Sofia walks away, heading to the dining room where the family is gathered for the Father's Day celebration. The aroma of Chilean cuisine fills the air.

Francis shifts uncomfortably, feeling a bit out of place, maybe they should planned this to happen earlier. Stephen appears at the doorway, intrigued by Franci's unexpected arrival.

-Hey, Flaky. What's in the box?

Stephen said while raising an eyebrow.

Franci's eyes light up, realizing Stephen is curious about the box. They holds it out to him with a gentle smile.

-Its just some jelly filled donuts, Sniffles, just the onesthat your dad likes. It's Father's Day, and I wanted to give something special to the significant men in my life. This one is for your dad.

Stephen takes the box, a mix of surprise and appreciation crossing his face.

-Wow, Flaky, that's really thoughtful of you. Thank you. You know that you are part of this family too and we all care for you.I'm sure he'll appreciate the gesture, Flaky. He's in the dining room celebrating with the family. Mom made completos, his favorite food. Do you remember them, right?

Francis nods as they recall the numerous timrs they used to eat those overstuffed hot dogs...so delicious.

-Yeah, lous coumpletous, moi gueno...

Stephen's laughs softly about their butchered pronunciation. At least they tries.

-Well, I have more boxes to give this day. Keep celebrating. See ya tommorow!

Francis turns to leave, knowing that their gesture of appreciation will be appreciated by Stephens' dad and the rest of the family.

Francis and Splendont walk side by side, heading towards Mr. Johnson's house. Franci's flipphone rings, and they takes it out to see that it's thei friend, Nathniel, calling.

-Oh, it's Nutty! I wonder what he wants.

Splendont smirks mischievously, nudging Francis playfully.

-Ah, that kid. I bet he's just bored and wants someone to entertain him. Better pick up, Francis.

Francis gives Splendont a playful glare before answering the call.

-Hey, Nutty! What's up?

Nathniel was just laying on his candy cane themed bed. The room was filled with candy envelopes as usual, just the normal panoram in his house.

-Hey, Flaky. I'm just feeling kind of bored, and Sniffles is busy. Thought you might be free to hang out or something.

Francis glances at Splendont, then to the boxes in their hands, feeling a bit torn.

-Oh, Nutty, I wish I could hang out, but I'm actually on my way to Mr. Johnson's house right now. We have some things to discuss.

Nathniel would be lying if he said he wasnt disappointed by the answer, but there's nothing he could do to convince them so he just tried to keep up the conversation.

-Oh, no worries, Flaky. I...I understand. What's going on with Mr. Johnson, anyways?

-Well, it's Father's Day, and I wanted to give him something special to show my appreciation. I thought we could have a little chat too so he doesnt spend this day alone.

Fathers day? Is today? How he could it forget? Oh...because his parents dont live with him, duh. At the time this call was ocurring, his both parents where at his dad's home country, Germany, they had a full schedule of conferences to give.

-Ah, got it. Father's Day. That makes sense. I hope he appreciates the gesture.

-I'm sure he will, Nutty. He's been like a father figure to me. And hey, speaking of Father's Day, I remember you mentioning something about sending a gift to your dad in Germany.

He did? OH, YES! He didnt forget it at all!

-Oh, yeah. I sent him some delicious box filled with fancy chocolates, the best of the best. I even get two boxes for myself! But, you know, I couldn't help but worry about them getting lost in the mail or, even worse, the postman eating them all! They are so sneaky, ugh!

Francis chuckles at Nathniel's humorous concerns.

-Nutty, I highly doubt the postman would eat your chocolates. I'm sure they'll arrive safely, and your dad will be thrilled to receive them.

-You're right, Flaky. I'm just being silly. Thanks for calming my nerves.

-No problem, Nutty. Don't worry too much. Enjoy the rest of the day yourself! I'm already at Mr Johnson's house so I guess have to hung up...Take care of yourself, bye!

-Thanks, Flaky. Have a great time with Mr. Johnson.

Francis reaches Mr. Johnson's front door, ghey ends the call and looks at Mr. Johnson's house, ready to celebrate Father's Day with their caring teacher.

Mr. Johnson was sitting on a cozy armchair, engrossed in embroidering a blanket while his favorite vinyl plays softly in the background. He's lost in his thoughts, trying not to dwell on the significance of the date - Father's Day. Giving a stare to some of his frame photos you could tell he used to have a family of his own. Wife, kids and even a cute puppy. Everything was gone. His struggle with PSTD left him living alone at his old age. He havent heard of any of his children since he got divorcied some decades ago. The only thing he hopes it that at least they dont commit the same error as him to join at the militia. The sound of the doorbell breaks the silence, and Mr. Johnson's face lights up with hope. He quickly puts aside his embroidery and rushes to the door, anticipation in his eyes. Francis stands outside, holding the box of honey drizzled donuts at top. They smiles warmly when Mr. Johnson opens the door.

-Cooper! What a pleasant surprise...I thought it might be one of my children visiting on this special day.

He said the last sentence with a bit of disappointment.

Francis tries to be upbeat and grins at him.

-Well, Mr. Johnson, I'm here to celebrate Father's Day with you! I brought these honey drizzled donuts as a small token of appreciation.

Mr. Johnson's eyes well up with emotion, touched by Franci's thoughtfulness.

-Cooper, you have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you for considering me an important person in your life.

Mr. Johnson's gets his eyes tear filled by the nice gesture of his best worst student. At least someone stills seeing him as an important person in their life.

-You've been more than just a teacher to me, Mr. Johnson. You've been a guiding figure and someone I can always count on. I wanted to show my gratitude on this special day.

They share a heartwarming moment, both feeling the connection between them, just like as a father with their child.

-Thank you, Francis Cooper. This is truly touching. Come on in, let's celebrate together.

They step inside, and Mr. Johnson leads Francis to the cozy living room. They sit down, enjoying the sweet treats and engaging in heartfelt conversation. The atmosphere is filled with warmth and gratitude. Mr Johnson resumes his embroidery session, now with the help of some extra hands to spent the rest of the day.

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Francis and Splendont walk back home after some hours, there's just one box left in Franci's hands. Splendont can't resist making a sarcastic comment, as usual.

-Wow, Flaky, I never thought I'd see the day you would spend time inside of that crazy old man house. What are you going to do tomorrow? Cut his grass and make his dinner?

-Oh, please. You're just jealous you didn't get to enjoy those delicious donuts.

They continue their walk, bantering back and forth, their friendship stronger than ever.

As they arrived the Cooper's residence, Francis and Splendont enter the living room, carrying the last box of donuts. But happens that Franci's dad is already passed out on the couch, surrounded by empty bottles and used needles.

-Looks like my dad beat us to it, as usual.

Splendont hops off Flaky's shoulder, transforming into his humanoid form. He looks at Francis with a mixture of amusement and sympathy.

-Well, Flaky, can't say I'm surprised. You should've expected this outcome.

-I guess you're right, Splendont. It's the usual scene around here...

Francis places the box of donuts on a small table near the couch. They leans down and gently kisses their dad's forehead, despite his unconscious state.

-Happy Father's Day, Dad.

They takes two donuts from the box, one for themself and one for Splendont.

-At least I can still honor the important men in my life, even if they're not perfect.

Splendont smirks and takes a bite of his donut, savoring the sweetness.

-These bacon donuts are way too much...but terribley fantastic Thanks, I guess.

Francis nods, content with the simple gesture of celebrating Father's Day in their own way. They walks towards their room, munching on their donut, with Splendont following close behind. Then they both enter, closing the door behind them. They takes a seat on their matress, feeling a sense of fulfillment. Frqncis gazes at the donut in their hand, reflecting on the day and the men who have shaped their life. They takes another bite, savoring the flavor, grateful for the opportunity to thank them.

[princesspuresarahk]

Meg Fanfic

Chapter.1 the Honeycomb Café

It's was an hour and 40 minutes since Meg left Spooner Street. Decided to take her time going to the cafe watching the Sun rise in the distance during her walk there by the time she got to the little cafe it was already open and few customers were coming in ready for a nice hot cup of coffee and fresh baked pastries of hot cinnamon rolls, fresh baked donuts, bagels toasted with smooth cream cheese and delicious breakfast baked goods the cafe was little old fashioned style place in old brick with pretty flower boxes decorated with pretty yellow and white face curtains the sign in the door shape of a cute honey beehive decorated with cute little flowers saying welcome to the Honeycomb Cafe sound of a cute little bell ringing a Meg open the door the fresh scent of baked goodies of cinnamon, nutmeg, hazelnut and fresh brewed coffee hit her nose making her mouth slightly water in joy of the fresh scent as she looked inside the cute Cafe and she looked around there is the ordering place to get coffees next to the counter was a display of the fresh goods being displayed as customers said their orders across the room was an old fashioned brick fireplace that was still working having already been lit to warm up the room cold autumn weather surrounded with comfy couches and chairs there is even a door connected next to the bookstore where you can enjoy some reading while waiting for your coffee it was a small cute little paradise to Meg."This is a place I can relax in." She said to herself walking up to the counter she was there just in time for the barista to take the next order "hello welcome to the Honeycomb Cafe how may I help you this morning? Meg looks at the menu so many delicious options from Good Old pumpkin spice, campfire S'more latte, breezy brown sugar latte, cinnamon maple and spiced Irish cream. So she decided on Irish cream coffee with a raspberry Rose cream donut to go with it.

While waiting for her order make decided to wait by the fireplace walking over to the comfy love seats they were dark leather but were soft and plushie plump for your bottom in the middle of the couch and chairs was a small coffee table with books and a few magazines displayed probably from the bookshop next door curious decide to look through them somewhere about artwork and nature the magazines had stuff about season holiday cooking and knitting and home decor but one book suddenly caught her eye with interest it had different shades of blue on it with a rocky planet galaxy in the background the title saying The Beauty of Space Art An Illustrated Journey Through The Cosmos. That sounded interesting? Curious she picked up the book and gently flipped through the pages to take a look and what she saw amazed her paintings of what people thought of space expressing their thoughts of the solar system through ART!

As she continued to look through a stunning artwork of stars and planet landscapes Meg didn't notice some old faces from her school walk into the shop and that happened to be Connie D'Amico and her friends Tina, Scott, Doug it was quite a while since she saw Connie last ever since she got in trouble for framing her mom and faking her death rumor had it that her parents sent her to boarding school for a while to straighten her out but it seems she was still carrying bad habits. a bit nervous try to make her look small in the corner placing the book in front of her face hoping they wouldn't notice or whatever they were here for she hopes it would be quick. Thankfully they didn't seem to notice or recognize her due to her new appearance kind of made her wonder if the superhero disguise really works? Oh she kept the book close to her face as a cover (keep calm Meg just keep calm if they do begin to notice pretend that you're too busy looking at starlight as her bullies school we're discussing their orders it was then that a couple of more students came in Julius and Clemont who have recently became part Connie's friend group having become pretty good friends with Doug and Scott so Connie accepted them into the group while Connie and Gina ordered the lattes it was that Clemont a tall guy known for his signature look of an orange shirt blue jeans and brown hiking boots and always wearing a green and white cap backwards on his chestnut hair with big brown eyes that suddenly noticed Meg in the corner but due to her different appearance he only saw a new girl never meet before sitting by the couch engrossed in the pages of a book even if he couldn't see her face he couldn't help but see that she was really cute.

He whispered and nudged to Julius and Doug "hey guys check out the cute chick in the pink sweatshirt." Nodding his head to the direction where Meg was sitting and as if on cue the rising rays of the morning sun peek through the window just right and a warm soft glow"man definitely talk about a cutie all sweet in pink!" Doug commented, "I never seen her around school before maybe she's new?" Replied Julius who was also in all of the pretty girl reading a book in the corner unaware of who she really was they were so distracted looking at her that they didn't notice Connie, Gina and Scott (but he was busy on the phone texting his boyfriend) trying to get their attention that it was their turn to order "hey what's got you guys distracted?" She spoke a bit louder slightly annoyed finally getting their attention geez she was gone for a few months and it seems they always forget she's popular. The guys look slightly embarrassed and apologize. "Sorry Connie we were just uhh..." Doug tried to explain without trying to upset Connie to which she just scuffed “whatever it doesn't matter just pay attention next time." Brushing her long blonde hair over her shoulder still annoyed by Doug's excuse until she noticed by what the guys’ distraction she found out what she saw. Oh it's so it's a new pretty face reading some stupid book scoff what's so special about her she's probably some nerd geek or freak from what she could see the book she was reading it must be dumb science space stuff that all geeks or freaks seem to be interested in.

A sound of a ding came from the counter as a worker called out for an order "Irish cream coffee with a raspberry cream donut for M your order is ready?" Meant for Meg knowing she had to answer taking a cautious breath she set the book down and to quickly make her way to the counter trying to avoid eye contact with Connie and them whose eyes widen in surprise of the strange new girl's face!

A face Connie immediately felt threatened in beauty standards soft snow white skin with rosy cheeks, natural deep red pink lips, rich chocolate hair and eyes that are like sparkling gems all deep blue and purple! She was short (making her relief on that knowing that she's hotter and taller than this shortcake) but still can see this girl had a really cute figure on her even with her clothes hiding it. In the meantime Meg decided to continue to ignore them as she got her order and saying a soft "thank you.)She quickly made her way to the book section to avoid the popular kids and hopefully be able to relax again after they left and have her coffee in peace.

They also wonder why they never seen her in school before whoever she is Connie would definitely want to make sure to let this one know Who She Is "hey you and the freak in the pink hood!" Oh no Meg nearly froze out of fear but soon turn to annoyance she realized she couldn't let Connie stomp on her like that even if she didn't recognize her that should not give her a right to bully someone she barely knows standing her ground she turned towards her old bully "excuse me I appreciate that you don't call me freak when you barely even know me." Replying coldly a frown on her face "what did you say..?"

Connie was surprise how much guts this girl had very few ever stood up to her and gave her a taste of her own medicine "you barely know me and yet you have the spoiled snot nose attitude to be rude to strangers" This girl's attitude towards Connie surprised her friends not taking Connie's crap like a most teens do the popular crowd "who the hell are you anyway freak!?" Growled Connie raising her hand wanting to slap the girl but was suddenly stopped by Doug gently grabbing her hand "whoa hey take it easy Connie." He calmly said noticing people from the counter staring "people are noticing plus just got back and you don't want to cause trouble and have your parents find out right?"

Trying to talk some sense into the 18 yrs old she was already out of very hot water with her parents warning her that is she gets in trouble one more time she will face worse consequences then boarding school.

Letting out a frustrated groan Connie reluctantly backed off but not without having the last laugh as Meg turned to leave she secretly stick her foot out at Meg's feet trying to trip her and cause her hot coffee to spilled all over her but the reverse happen instead the angle caused Meg to trip backwards and her order to fall towards Connie as he coffee lid fell loose from her grip as Meg tried to regain her balance causing the hot liquid to spill all over Connie's shirt down towards her pants making it look like she wet herself as she let out yell!Thankfully the coffee wasn't dangerous hot when she looked at check her skin it was slightly tented red but still hurt a bit "my new sweater!"Meg looked a bit concerned for Connie but it was her fault that she caused Meg to trip and loose her balance "hey are you all right here?"She tried handing Connie some napkins she had try to help clean the coffee on her clothes but Connie angrily smack her hand away hard causing Meg to quickly retreat your hand back "whoa hey!"cradling her hand "I don't need your pity freak!"scorning "and you're going to pay for ruining my new sweater this was a polyester! Now I'm going to have to go get a professionally cleaned because of your stupid coffee!" Meg's frown deepen "hey I wasn't the one who tried to trip me and not ended up having hot coffee all over themselves actually I think you deserve it for being a bigtoed two-faced bullies like you!" She was really getting sick of this crap and was ready to leave her mood already getting ruined so much for a peaceful morning "her hand that was smack quickly grabbed in a tight grip "ouch! hey that hurt let go!"!" She cried trying to remove her wrist from Connie's grip her friends trying to convince her to stop some people were watching and they were going to get kicked out but Connie definitely wouldn't listen not until she gave this freak a good few slaps to put her in her place! While everyone was distracted by the commotion a familiar figure walked into the shop a little bell dinging their arrival but everyone was too busy with the little fight happening which the person noticed and was not happy about that no building is going to happen on her watch today! As Connie was about to slam her hand against Meg's face closing her eyes for the impact but it never came? That's when she heard a familiar voice "All right now that is enough! " opening her eyes Meg's eyes widen by her unexpected rescuer (Mrs.Brown?)

what happens next in Chapter 2:Lets talk

[ichigoporky]

the mystery of the missing breads 一 🍞 (5/6)

chapter 5: the mouse trap 一 🐭

ichi and her friends hid behind a bush. they waited for the mice to smell the stuffed donut they had prepared inside the box and come out.

soon, 2 or 3 mice left their little wooden house and headed for the treat in the yard.

after smelling and looking a bit around, two of them entered the box. ichi and her friends pulled the rope and the stick, and the box fell, trapping them.

"oh no, help!!!" their tiny cries were heard.

ichi and her friends quickly came closer. they made a small hole in the box and talked to the mice. they asked if they were the ones stealing mint's sweet bread.

"y-yes, it was us. we're so sorry! we were very hungry but didn't have money to buy miss mint's delicious bread. we're really sorry, miss mint!"

mint first looked sadly at them, then kindly.

"little mice, why didn't you say you were hungry? i need someone to help in the bakery, someone to sprinkle sugar on strawberry donuts and other sweets! we need someone with small hands for that job!"

"r-really?" the mice's eyes sparkled.

"yes! are you interested? promise not to take bread without permission. if you want, i can give you a loaf of bread every day for your friends!"

"that would be great, thank you so much, miss mint!" the mice jumped of joy.

after they were let out and went to the bakery for their first day of work, they kept apologizing to mint and her workers for the trouble.

[gay-wrath-art]

August Joy List

It’s been a month, so it’s time for another joy list. Here are the top 5 things that brought me joy in the last 4 weeks. They’re in no particular order.

Other World Ohio

Other World in Columbus, OH was pretty lit. I loved it. It’s the kind of thing I would make if I had money. This art installation was very cool and the best part was that they let you touch everything. There’s puzzles to do and just generally awesome things to see. If you get the chance, definitely check it out. I can see why it made Time Magazine’s World’s Coolest Places of 2019. 

Dinner with the Garwood Family

By happenstance, we ended up meeting on the 6 year anniversary of the last time we got to see each other in person. It was so much fun and I got to meet the children of two of my favorite people in the world. And their toddler was so cool! I loved seeing how much they love each other. It was really beautiful. Plus it was just great to catch up. I highly recommend seeing old friends: Adam and I are already making plans to see more people as soon as we can.

North End Cafe

This cafe is so close to our house that it was inevitable that we would become regulars. The coffee is good and so much cheaper than Starbucks that it became our typical morning stop on the weekdays. But we often eat in as well. They have pretty great food with some good gluten free options, so I don’t have to suffer lupus flares for a good meal. The people there are great and it’s just a nice place to be.

Rose Market

This is one of my favorite local shops. They have the best gluten-free baked goods ever made. Thanks to them, I can have donuts again. They have groceries and beverages as well. I also usually get Psychedelic Water there. In a twist of luck, I can now get their donuts and muffins at North End Cafe. Two faves in one location.

Keep Going by Austin Kleon

I read this book in one day. I couldn’t put it down. I’ve been feeling pretty down about my creative work since I started having hand tremors. But this book helped me realize that I need to let go of my attachment to the results of my work and just focus on the work. So I’ve rededicated myself to my creative practice. I lost the love of drawing a while back and I’m hoping to find it again.

August Runner Ups

These things totally almost made the list, but I could only pick five. 

Our vacation to Ohio was pretty fun and refreshing. We needed a break. 

My dogs – I love them so much and I missed them while we were gone on vacation. 

The Spider Verse art books look amazing and I’m glad to have them in my collection.

Liquid Death is absolutely delicious and their marketing is right up my alley. 

Tony’s Chocolonely is the best chocolate I’ve ever had in my life. I had it for the first time on vacation and I thought about it for a whole week after. Expensive, but so worth it. 

[crystalgood]

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[taromilksnake]

11:03pm a wonderful day

today i went and visited the balboa kids again, and it was so much fun to see them, and a really unique experience. contacting nora and the following day and morning i was so anxious and nervous. i considered sleeping in and even when i was about to leave the house i thought about canceling (for some reason i was convinced the kids wouldn’t particularly care to see me). as soon as i popped into the doorway though, the whole class was so excited, and they all clearly missed me a lot. thinking about it now… almost 20 people all caring about me and missing me means so much. danniy said she missed me, and wants me take me home with her. tracy said he missed me, and requested i sit next to him during the movie, and joshua was so happy to see me (he didn’t change much, still so excited about his media and wimpy kid diary). yuri really opened up and chose to sit next to me (after finishing her makeup work) and was talking to me and joshua about the movie. i noticed her looking over when joshua asked why i didn’t stay at the school, though i didn’t let on. and yuri appreciates hugs now! i hugged all the kids before i left, and a few kids got quite some repeats. it was fun eating popcorn and donut and watching monsters university.

i stopped by ashley’s room too, and when she came back we hugged for a solid 4 seconds. it was reassuring to hear her struggles with the 2nd grade class, as it makes me feel less alone. she says she thinks of me often too, when honestly didn’t occur to me. it was a short and sweet catchup, and ashley promised to hit me up to hang out.

afterward i went to joanns to buy the taro colored fleece to finish the blanket, i got snacks and browsed daiso. that tired me out, so i went home.

i took a breather with some fresh tomato soup, topped with cheddar cheese and delicious bread. i sat outside on the stool to eat, since it was such a beautiful day. meowu was evidently pleased, as she come out with me and rolled on the sunny concrete before sitting like a sphinx a-ways away. came back in and opened my yesstyle purchases, and all my stylish pants fit 🔥

headed back out walking to tribute pizza, dropping off sherrys cushions and her and mikey inviting me to hang out before her night out (i took her up on the offer, but didn’t anticipate her friends so i came back down, haha) walked about enjoying the sights and browsed a store for half an hour before picking up the pizza and bringing it home. brought meowu’s dinner nearby so she can socially eat , and ate my own tasty pizza with meowu in my lap

swiffed the floor and started the fleece blanket before getting too tired (meowu came to pick me up for bed, whining and getting antsy). brushed my teeth (and enjoyed it!) before coming into bed, meowu coming to cuddle soon after. tomorrow the 3 of us will go see grandma and dad, something we haven’t done in a long time

today i felt uninhibited. i was still nervous and shy throughout, but i did things i wanted to and took my time and stopped when i no longer wanted to do something. it felt freeing and like i was living without fear. here’s to hoping that this is a taste for my future, and that a new chapter of joy is just around the corner 🌷

[loxofbagels]

On Dog Deaths and Goodbyes

My dog is dying. She has cancer. An aggressive and brutal form that is unrelenting in its assault. She's had two surgeries and there is nothing really left to do; there isn't enough tissue left for another surgery, chemo for animals is more palliative than curative. She hates the vet! She hates the strangers - both human and dog alike. It would never work for her.

She isn't a good dog. Or a well-behaved dog. She's not even a dog dog. She is like a feral cat, who thinks she is human, trapped in the body of a dog. She doesn't come when called, she would and has and will run out of any door or fence left slightly open. She will leave with nothing but her collar and never look back. She is rather fearless in her pursuit of freedom from the confines of her upper-middle class life.

Her tumors are back for the third time. They came quickly and unexpectedly four months into the 6-8 month window the oncologist gave us. It started with a small raised bump that quickly turned an uncomfortable pink before spreading like a small mountain range down her right side; along the scars of her two previous surgeries. As if it was mocking us for daring to exercise it. Twice.

In its offense it came back faster, bigger, stronger.

Cancer is a bully.

The tumors are oozing now. They have a smell about them. We call it "the smell of death", making a mockery of our reality. I keep her in clean bandages and a shirt. She wears an Elizabethan collar like the queen she is. It had been a plush donut collar until a point this morning where she was able to shake it off, free to lick her wounds. It was only then that I noticed my other dog sitting behind two bushes, destroying the donut collar with the vigor of an avenging angel.

And still when the grief is heavy and the loss just around the bend, knowing our days are numbered before Laps of Love arrive next week - she still finds time to ram me with her cone of shame - repeatedly. "You are terrible and rude!" her eyes accuse.

I do not think she knows she is dying. All she knows is that I am terrible and limiting, a tyrant who has taken her freedom with horrible cones and shirts and surgical recovery suits and dog pants so that the medicine I cruelly hide in her delicious treats doesn't provoke her to pee all over my hardwood floors.

In my attempts to save her I have made her miserable and that was when I knew it was time to say goodbye. When her pain and annoyance started to out weigh her joy.

"Dogs aren't like us", our oncologist told us. "They live their lives in the moment; they have no perception of the future or the past. They just have today and if today is bad, they feel bad. There is no tomorrow they can imagine to balance it out."

Sometimes we want so desperately to hold onto our pets when the kindest thing to do is let them go.

[rainydayotomes]

What do you think the CxM boys would plan for their anniversary with their s/o? Thank you so much for your writing! It’s always a joy to read!

!!! :O of course!! Thank YOU for reading, it really does make me happy that something I made was able to entertain someone out there!

Yanagi

He simply comes out and asks you what you want to do, and is more then happy to go along with whatever you wish!

Although if he had a preference, it is a special day, so he does want to go out somewhere with you!

However, he wants to take you some place special! Expect to go to someplace elegant! Like a fancy restaurant or something!

Its also possible he may take you to some special event, depending on whats happening and the time of year

He'd love to take you to a special festival of some kind, or take you dancing or something

Expect to receive a gift of a necklace, bracelet, or other jewelry!

Enomoto

Poor man has so many damn ideas, but he can't choose to do all of them!

He'd probably switch plans between a fancy restaurant, a picnic, a concert for your favourite band, and a candlelit dinner at home

Eventually however, he comes to settle on taking you on a vacation! ...with the help of Yanagi and Takeru of course.

He plans a trip to some place you want to go, or that he's heard/researched a ton about

If there's no where specific you care to visit, he'd probably take you to a bathhouse, New York, Paris, or some other popular destination!

.....where he then treats you to a wonderful dinner, takes you on a picnic, brings you to a musical performance, and prepares a lovely dinner for the two of you to enjoy in your shared room

Sasazuka

Nothing extravagant, out of the way, or too special for our grumpy boy! He plans for a quiet night in with you, and thats all

However! He definitely goes out of his way to make sure to get a good dinner set up for the two of you!

Yeah thats right, Mr Donut Man himself has prepared a delicious dinner for the both of you to enjoy under some candlelight!

Also, expect to be pampered more then usual.... he says he really wants to have you mewling for him tonight ;P

Okazaki

Kei, unfortunately, would probably have little time to set something grand up for the two of you

But when he gets home from work, you can definitely expect him to hand deliver a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers, as well as some of his favourite snack foods for you to try!

Like Yanagi, he's definitely gone out of his way to pick up some absolutely stunning jewelry, be it a necklace or otherwise

Kei would probably get you a necklace over any other jewelry however, because he thinks it would look even more gorgeous around your neck and hanging on your chest

The two of you enjoy an especially peaceful night in, watching your favourite movie and cuddling until dawn

Shiraishi

You think maybe he's waiting to surprise you with something

But as the day goes on.... he doesn't say a word. Nothing. He doesn't do anything or imply anything....

Did.... he forget?

If you express displeasure at the lack of acknowledgement of such a day, Shiraishi is going to be a little surprised

He totally didn't remember. Like at all.

But! He doesn't want you to be mad at him! And he wants to make you happy!!!!

He doesn't understand why it's important to you to celebrate such an occasion, but nonetheless he wants to treat you to something if thats what you wish

He'd probably take you somewhere mundane... an amusement park, a zoo or museum, just... somewhere the two of you can enjoy yourselves at least a little bit so late in the day

Eventually, he takes the two of you further away from the city, and on the outskirts

There, you find Yanagi parked at the side of the road, standing against his car

Shiraishi goes and speaks to him, taking something from him before returning to you

He gets you to follow him to a somewhat large pond a ways off the roadside

He lays down a blanket, and sets out what he received from Yanagi- food!

Shiraishi, at some point, had managed to contact Yanagi and ask him to make food for the both of you as a favour... to which the detective couldn't deny

So you two enjoy a night under the stars, eating some simple yet delicious food Yanagi had swiftly thrown together

The next day, you find a bouquet of roses at your door, with a note from Shiraishi

He apologizes for disappointing you, but hopes that he was able to save the special day in the end!

[domesticdeanwinchester]

so Dean owns an apple orchard.

his property is pretty big, big enough to fit his precious orchard, a modest little house for himself, Sam, and Eileen, and a converted barn with a front porch he installed himself that he uses as his business front. the barn doors are always open, and there's a wall full of fridges filled with jugs of his apple cider and frozen premade pastries and pies, ready to get popped in the oven. there's a whole bakery case dedicated to the pies he bakes daily, all kinds of flavors made with home grown berries and apples. there's another bakery case for the rest of the pastries he makes, the fritters and turnovers and cookies and everything. the rest of the barn is filled with little displays for crafts. Dean likes to whittle and carve in his free time, and if he makes something he likes enough he'll pop an affordable price tag on it and stick it on one of the shelves. Eileen has decided to sell some of her handpainted signs and those weird little apple core dolls she likes to make. she and Sam like to help out at the store, working behind the counters while Dean bakes or helps people with the apple picking tools.

Dean uses his apples to make his own apple pies, apple fritters, apple turnovers, even apple cookies when he's feeling it. he's attempted apple donuts as well, but those never turn out as delicious as the main orchard's do, so he doesn't do those often. he also presses his own fresh apple cider, and he keeps a giant igloo cooler full of it on the porch with a stack of paper cups next to it so people can taste test. there's a sign next to it that says "one cup per person" but he always turns a blind eye when the kids come back for seconds or thirds.

Dean's orchard is one that's included on the local map of orchards and farms that people go crazy over every fall and make the drive to visit for their yearly fix of all things apple and pumpkin. during the peak season he joins in on the festivities and lets some of his friends set up their craft stalls in the space in front of the barn. Claire sells funky colored candles she makes herself, Kaia sells hand made jewelry and beaded dreamcatchers. Pamela Barnes tells fortunes and sells tarot cards. Charlie hand dyes tie dye shirts and has the most colorful stand of them all.

every year people from all over flock to his orchard for his goodies and these booths, families strolling through the stalls, admiring the beautiful crafts before taking their sample of cider and then heading inside to buy a jug to take home, and a few apple pastries to boot. no one ever leaves without something. Sam and Eileen are good like that.

Jody and Donna love to visit Dean's orchard every season, and they'll stop by often in the off season as well. They have a place of their own up the road, and they quickly became close friends with the Winchester clan. Garth and his family are another set of regulars, they live in the area too, and they visit every season for their fall fill. His kids have a fondness for Eileen's apple core dolls.

one season brings a new face to the mix. Two new faces, actually.

Castiel and his four year old son, Jack. They visit the orchard, drawn in by the hand painted sign boasting apple picking that Sam staked in the front drive so passing cars could see.

that's something they do here, too. Apple picking. It's one of the most popular things about his orchard. Dean's got a wide array of those fancy apple picking sticks, you know the ones with the basket at the end that cradles the apple ad you just twist until it falls loose into the bottom of the basket. they hang from the side of the barn, and whenever someone shows interest in picking apples, Dean will take them there, pass everyone a stick and a bag and explain to them how to use the sticks and how to know which apples are ripe for the picking. then he points the groups to the little path into the orchard and sends them on their way. it's always a joy to see the groups when they come back, bags straining from their fill of apples, dirt smudged faces with huge grins and happy eyes.

on their first visit, Cas and Jack take their time walking through the craft stalls, and Jack points out every shiny thing and every pretty color. Cas buys him a tie dyed t-shirt and a pretty blue dreamcatcher. when Jack sees the apple cider cooler he practically drags Cas over and makes him pour them each a cup. Jack drinks his quickly, smacking his lips and letting out a loud "yummm". he tugs on Cas's coat and holds his cup out, tilting his head. "more?" he asks. and Cas points at the sign and tells Jack, "we're only supposed to have one each, Jack. maybe we can get some to take home, though." Jack lights up at that, but before they can head inside the barn, Dean is there and he's pouring another cup and sliding it over to Jack and holding a finger to his lips like it's some sort of secret, then he winks over at Cas. "you didn't hear it from me, but the sign's usually just a suggestion," he tells them. Cas chuckles, and before he can thank Dean for his kindness, Dean's jerking his chin towards the jug and dropping his eyes to Cas's empty cup. "go on,, fill 'er up. i know you want to," he says. Cas hesitates but then Dean waggles his eyebrows and Cas laughs again and fills his cup. "thank you, it's very good." "yeah?" Dean asks, grinning. his chest sort of puffs up a bit and he leans an elbow against the railing. "made it myself," he says casually. Cas's eyebrows shoot up and he's like "oh, wow, that's incredible. it really is amazing." and Dean's cheeks pink a little under the praise and he's like "well thanks, there's more inside if you want to take some home with you." (bc of course he's not going to miss an opportunity to pitch his product a little lol).

Cas and Jack head inside with Dean and they talk about the place a little more and the subject eventually circles to the apple picking, and Jack perks up at that, and Cas mentions that that's why they stopped here. and Dean grins and takes them to the side of the barn where the apple picking tools are, and he goes through his whole spiel, but Cas, poor guy, doesn't seem to understand how the apple picking stick works, so Dean offers to go with them and show him. and so Dean ends up heading into the orchard with them and he shows Cas how to use the stick, and he goes so gooey inside when Cas lights up when he successfully picks his first apple. and god, if he felt like that when Cas did, then when Jack picks his first apple, hoisted up by Cas, Dean positively melts. it's adorable.

they talk a lot while they pick apples, about anything and everything. getting to know each other, telling stories, laughing, smiling, having a good time.

when they finally head back to the barn, it's getting dark. Dean rings Cas's apples and cider and pastries (bc of course he goaded Cas into buying some of those, not that it was difficult) and Dean walks Cas and Jack back to their car because he doesn't want his time with them to end. and once Jack is buckled in, Cas stops next to Dean who's standing there with his hands in his pockets, and Cas just smiles softly at him and Dean goes "hope I see you around," and Cas grins and maybe steps forward to kiss his cheek real quick, and goes "you will" before getting in his truck and driving off.

and Dean does see Cas again. Cas and Jack become regulars at the orchard, coming back for more apples and more cider often. they like to hang around sometimes, too, and everyone with a craft stall there takes a liking to Jack too.

and maybe the end of the peak fall season is starting to come to a close, and Dean is worried that that means his seeing Cas will come to an end, too, but then he learns that Cas and Jack just moved into the area, so they're really here to stay, and peak season or not, they're not going anywhere. and Cas mentions something about maybe opening his own booth here next season to sell honey from his bees.

and come next peak season, Cas doesn't need his own booth because his honey sits on its very own display case inside the barn right next to his boyfriend's pastries.

(and the following peak season, Dean and Cas end up getting married right in the middle of the apple orchard with their family and friends surrounding them and jack throwing handfuls of apple blossoms.)

[blushing-starker]

don't expect that line I previously mentioned because I'm chaotic and forgot about @starkerfestivals amazing omegaverse week since it goes hand in hand with finals and my brain only fit one of these events in my mental planner

Today's theme is heat/rut and it's slightly nff, has some sexual teasing but nothing too explicit. I'd rate this teen, is all I'm saying. I apologize for any writing mistakes, I'm finishing this at 11pm before collapsing in my bed.

Tagging @vaguekiwi cuz I mentioned this to her today

Needy little alpha

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Tony wakes up to a purring alpha throwing himself on top of his defenseless body with the force of a freight train driven by a drunk man on drugs. Peter's been told a thousand times before how yes, he may be as heavy as a goddamn feather, but it still aches when that super strength plops down and refuses to let the victim's lungs function adequately. But his boyfriend is a sadist who loves cuddles and making Tony suffer.

"No."

"You love my cuddles," it's true, they bring him pain and purple bruises everywhere but there's nothing quite as soothing as a content alpha kneading like a kitten at his chest, " and you know it. "

"Uh, that's false. Never said I love cuddles. I tolerate your octopus habits, there's a difference." Peter leans back with a pout and teary eyes, wobbles that God forsaken bottom lip like he always does whenever Tony denies the kid something and presents a challenge.

Nimble fingers slide up into, unfortunately, silver hair and nonononono that's unfair. He snarls, tries to infuse the air with as many displeased pheromones as possible so Peter can take a hint when nails scratch right above his nape and Tony's done. Unravels at this hobgoblin's feet and he's half way sure his soul goes out in a huff as little circles are pressed into the exact spot that causes him so much neck pain.

Peter unashamedly preens when Tony melts into their bed and starts pawing at him for more cuddles. "Say you love my cuddles and I won't leave the bed for an hour. Throw in a kiss and I'll rub your back."

He hates(loves) this kid. Hates(loves) how he sing songs as soon as the situation doesn't favour the actually responsible adult in the relationship. Hates(loves) the way Peter never misses the places that leave him sinking into fluffy pillows. Hates how, oh that's nice.

There are tiny kisses littered on a chest glowing blue, small indentations from teasing lips pressed into spread arms and cold hands.

"Ruts gotten you needy, huh, little alpha?" Not that this one was any different from all the other ruts they've shared since dating. Tony secretly adores Peter like this, extra affectionate the minute his shyness and fear of outside criticism is washed away, replaced with the need to shower his omega in love and attention. Yes, Peter has his heart 365 days of the year. Yes, he'd die for his tiny spiderling no matter what.

But this is just really nice, ok? Previous lovers were rarely alphas so this ritual of gluing their bodies together when rut came was an added benefit to being with Peter. That and the hormones he let out while happy soothed Tony to no end.

Peter nips at his finger, still a bit too early on for him to accept the nicknames. He blushes though, a pale pink highlighting a face much more lovely than the cherubs painted on the cathedrals of Rome. Jesus, he's whipped and all they've done is cuddle.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

"I love your cuddles. Cherish them. Want them every day for the rest of my life. But I love you, my needy little alpha with a fantastic," there's a pillow smashed against his face.

"If you say dick, I'm climbing down to wrestle Bucky and I won't let Karen record it for your spank bank. " Oh, that's a low blow.

He relaxes, let's Peter sink into him with a startled yelp, rolls them over, sits on the kid's lap and clamps his knees around a trim waist. Peter may be Spider-Man, but he's Tony Stark and Tony Stark doesn't lose in bed.

Well. Not unless he wants to.

"You do that and you can say hello to your toy, the one I know is stashed in your old room under the bed in a comic book box, because that'll be the only thing helping you out when the rut really hits." Will Tony suffer immensely if that happens? Yes. He's a sucker for a needy Peter being ridiculously horny and possessive. Thing is, you don't threaten a man's spank bank. No sir. Everything else is fair play. His carefully organized folders of viewing material are not to be messed with.

Peter's blush is on full blast, spreads over a long neck and absolutely delicious, no. Be strong, Tony.

"You know about the toy?" It's a squeak, normal voice rocketing upwards thanks to the position Tony's ass is in and the knowledge that his secret is out. Which wasn't even a secret to begin with anyway because Tony is in love with the only genius not smart enough to erase his browser history in the lab's computer. Which Tony uses. Routinely. Every day.

"Know about it? I've seen it. You left it out once, all used up on your bed while you were showering. You remember that, don't you? We had sex in the bathroom that day. Bruised my back and everything?"

Peter furrows his brow, works a plush lip and no, look away, Tony, look away. The kid is sin and indulgence and heaven and no.

"Oh. Oh." Whenever he thinks his boy can't go any redder, Peter busts out a new shade of pink.

"Yup. So. I'm pretty sure this is what you wanted in the first place. Maybe it wasn't your intention," he stresses when Peter's already launching up and nearly throwing him off in an attempt to reassure Tony that wasn't his purpose with the cuddles, "but you certainly wouldn't have minded this outcome. And by this outcome I mean my incredible ass on top of that fantastic dick."

Peter tries to suffocate with a pillow held over his face.

"You've got two choices, kid. You threatened the spank bank. The teasing is fine, you know I love when my pretty kitty shows his claws," a hand slaps his arm, makes him grin, " But threatening such an integral part of my mental stability? Wrong move, Queens. You aren't getting any until tonight, not even so much as a French kiss will be given. Unless you let me bite a mark on that amazing neck and don't push me away when I nuzzle you in front of the team. "

Well. Now he's definitely being thrown off of Peter's lap.

He lands on the other side of the bed with a groan, is assaulted by a whining Peter intent on receiving something to further postpone the urge for sex that's sure to hit him soon enough.

An alpha, Tony's learned, will usually be very cuddly and affectionate the first few days of a rut week. Then the possessive, protective side will slowly emerge. Nests of pillows, couch cushions, blankets and favorite pieces of clothing appear on the fourth sunrise. The next morning comes with the need for relief, for intimacy and a marathon of sex that'll leave any supersoldier exhausted by the end of it. The resulting days offer comfort, an aftercare of sorts, where the alpha and their partner show a soft affection similar to the beginning. Nests are utilized and bodies soothed. It lasts, at most, a week and the majority of the population only has to take slightly increased portions of food.

That's for people without the metabolism of four grown men.

Peter needs sex, as much as possible, so the itch for urgent intimacy doesn't result in Tony tackled to the floor of the lab in the middle of an experiment every day of the week. It's like giving him nicotine patches instead of a cigarette.

So now he's whimpering, tugging on Tony's clothes just a little too hard if the ripping sound is any indication.

"...sorry, Tony..."

"It's fine, I've got more. I'm not letting this go though. The teams' seen us fuck against a wall, their opinion and respect, your worth, didn't change. So come on. Just one little mark. One. And Bucky nuzzles Steve and Sam all the time. Hell, Pepper sometimes nuzzles me when I'm stressed out. Please, baby? "

There it was; Tony's secret weapon. Peter blushed like a virgin on a wedding night whenever he used pet names, but the genius knows his boyfriend enjoys the familiarity and subtle intimacy. Felt reassured that they were a romantic couple and not a mentor fucking his protege.

The kid nibbles at his neck, wraps gangly limbs around a body that's always been his to take comfort in. "Just one mark? And light, I mean it, Tony, light nuzzling in front of the team. For today. Then I can get what I want?"

He snorts, can't fully comprehend how the universe paired him up with someone so intent on making Tony's joints ache and creak. "Yeah, we can have sex later, Mr Charming. Subtle as brick, that Spider-Man. Let's go get you cleaned up, make sure that rut has a hard time getting my boy under the weather."

He goes to get up. He leans forward. He cannot, in fact, leave the bed.

Peter bites with a bit more pressure, drops his hips down harder and Jesus Christ, they're never seeing the light of the kitchen if his boyfriend can't wait til it's dark.

"Or..."

"I'm an old man, I need protein before you go jumping tired bones that have to spend two hours updating your suit." Ok, so maybe he's slightly bitter and annoyed at not having enough stamina (or refractory period, for that matter) to keep up with a repressed teenage superhuman. It's not his fault Pepper keeps bringing Krispy Kreme donuts to the office meetings.

It'd be rude not to eat with the others anyway.

"You don't have to do anything." Ah, it's one of those ruts.

Tony softens, smoothes a hand down a back that could hold a plank under a five story building with ease, kisses a heated cheek.

"Needy little alpha." It's his turn to whisper and nuzzle against soft skin.

"Kind, not so little omega?" Tony laughs, presses their lips together so Peter can see what's it like to taste a smile radiating with joy and love. Slowly clicks the button on the nearest nightstand; unless someone is dying , it'll just be the two of them in the room.

(There was an incident once. Groot may have been traumatized by a situation involving superstrength, webs and the Ironette costume Tony only adored when it adorned Peter's body.)

"I do so love my needy little alpha needing me, don't I?"

His boyfriend blinks, grins at Tony as if he's just hung the moon and stars for his spiderling and ok, a little sex early in the morning isn't that bad.

"You love my cuddles too."

"Shut up and kiss me, Queens. I'm not getting any-"

They don't talk about anything too important after that.

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A little sex early in the morning actually is that bad when you miss a meeting with the U.N and show up smelling like sex, infatuation and, oddly enough, strawberry.

Rocket doesn't stop teasing for months.

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The boy on the farthest table

Kanene’s Notes:

So, I’ve been reading all the fluff content with Dadzawa I could find and I am very surprised I didn’t manage to stumble in a Dadzawa running a Cat Café so I thought ‘h e y’ why don’t I make it??? SO here we are!!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Dadzawa and Yamadad and their relatonship can be seen as romantic, if you wish.

* This happens in the same universe as This Fanfic Here and you can also find it on AO3.

* No warnings this time!! Only fluff and a bit of hurt/comfort.

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing the manga/anime Boku no Hero.

* Something around 2.500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Eat a delicious snack, sleep a bit, take care and drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

                         [~*~]

Aizawa doesn’t really care about his clients more than the strictly necessary amount. He arrived where he is because of the cats and the coffee. If people paid more because he decided to mix both together and open a business with that premise than better for him.

 So, yes. Aizawa doesn’t care at all about his clients. Neither held any favorites above the others, don’t matter what Yamada tried to imply with his ‘discrete’ smug eyes and knowing grin as, for the second time today, the black haired worker narrowed his eyes at the boy sitting on the farthest table, lost in his deep thoughts as he stared intently at his notebook just like he has been doing for the past two hours, lazy scribbles fulfilling the lines in a tired, yet determined attempt to keep going.

 The owner of the Cat Café didn’t really care about what his clients did as long it didn’t annoy his cats or him.

 However, that doesn’t mean he kept himself completely oblivious of what happened at his establishment nor the persons who attended there.

Perhaps he wasn’t the most enthusiastic worker there – that is why him and Hizashi had an unspoken agreement that he would stay firm on his place making drinks and serving pastries, sometimes scaring some insufferable clients away, while the louder, social friend would focus in talking and getting the orders, – but he knew enough to not be a bad one.

 He knew that the girl with yellow bright eyes and nuts and bolts shining in between her curls liked strawberry muffins, tended to not be able to stand still for much time, and visited on Fridays, so he always kept one baked sweet hidden for her on these days.

 Just like he always recognized that tall, skeleton-like adult as soon as his form crossed the door. A client who came especially for the cats and the Jasmin tea, although always sneaked a couple and more glares to the cat-themed cookies, so he made sure to “accidentally” drop one with the donuts he always asked to go for “- a friend! He loves them but is often very busied with work… So, I thought I could try and treat him a bit after everything he already did to me!” And also, who, in the next day, came back to attempt to pay for the free cookie but was, day after day, defeat by Hizashi’s stubbornness and convincing abilities, leading the loyal client to make sure to put a generous tip on the Tip Jar as a revenge, making sure to stare intently at the pouting worker during the whole process.

 Or the young girl with red eyes full of curiosity and a tongue full of questions which him and Yamada took turns to answer, eliciting shy smiles, bright excitement and a glare full of gratitude from her older brother, who used the free time to study while she ate and played with the kittens, sometimes even falling asleep when his two friends – an extremely quiet boy with a gigantic sweet tooth and an electric smiley girl who always convinced the younger one to help her to gather the biggest amount of sleepy cats to nap on the blond teen before he wakes up in the middle of purrs and laughter - accompanied them.

 That being said, Aizawa liked to be informed and, above everything else, was good at getting the information he needed. He mastered the skill of analyzing details and understanding situations others used to ignore, making connections and arriving to conclusions that seemed foreign to others, that is why he continued to cast quick frowns and glances to the boy, doesn’t liking at all how his brain continued to run and turn, seeking for any answer or hints of what happened to him, only to get at nowhere. He was, obviously, just trying to assert the situation, which had nothing to do with the fact that the boy – always shining, always with such a bright smile every time he ordered anything – was alone on this Saturday. A not so rare occasion, since even though the café was a common place for him and his friends to meet – an occurrence impossible to ignore due how full of energy and joy and chaos and energy they all were, - he also seemed very keen to spend hours writing and studying on his own.

 However, there was something different today. Something to do with how quiet, concentrated, calm, lethargic the teenager was acting the whole time, which worrie- no, intrigued him.

 Because Aizawa wasn’t worried. Of course not. That would be illogical and preposterous. He wasn’t anything to the child, not his family, not a friend, not a relative, just the guy who grunted a one-word answer every time the younger tried to make small talk and pretend to not notice him and Hizashi trading cute cat videos and pics during the blonde’s breaks.

 Hell, he didn’t even share more words than the necessary with the green haired boy. The longest interaction they ever had was when the younger one came to him on his first time visiting the place and asked for more cat toys, since all the available ones were already being used. Which maybe or maybe not led to Aizawa leaving his friend to deal alone with the orders while he took his time to show and explain the favorite toys of every cat the green boy pointed.

 Which was, sure, only a revenge on his boisterous coworker since the aforementioned interrupted his morning nap by tripping on him on his way to the kitchen (and yes, it was Yamada’s fault for not looking at where he’s going and obviously not Shouta’s because he decided to ‘JUST FREAKING PASS OUT ON THE FLOOR. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO SEE IT?’) and, not content with his actions, decided to lock the other out of his own establishment,  only letting him come back after lunch and, consequently, at least five hours of sleep, leaving him on the care of Nemuri, who proceeded to tease him unmercifully for the whole length of yesterday.

 Consequently, it was only a payback, of course. The gleam on the smaller’s eyes as he took notes on a well worn out notebook and the fact that, on the next Saturday, the boy distributed all the correct toys between his friends and their favorite cats were two completely ignorable things and therefore unrelated with the quick, barely visible smile appearing on the corner of his mouth on the respective day and every time he remembered that occurrence.

 But, when a quiet sniff reached his ears, Aizawa almost felt his neck crack with how quickly he turned on the other’s direction, just in time to see the ending of the teenager’s action of wiping a few tears away. The one who definitely didn’t get enough sleep on his entire life to deal with it sensed his left eye twitch.

 That. Is. It.

 “Shouta…” Hizashi whispered behind the usual smile he plastered for the customer in front of him, nodding while writing down what she said and chipping excitedly for her to just wait a little bit to get her order, deviating his attention to his friend when she moved away to sit in one of the unoccupied tables, both taking the opportunity of having no more customers in the line to held some private words. “Do you want me to go there?” his voice was bathed in worry, because his coworker was emotional like that.

 “No.” And Aizawa didn’t know why he was so fast to answer, however he was already washing his hands, mind running, seeking to remember how other people - besides his friends, who were barely humans, - worked. “You know I hate being the cashier.”

 “Riight.” His way-too-smug-grin was fast to become a snicker when his friend aimed a kick on his shin, which he promptly dodged. “Hey! I didn’t even say anything!”

 “Your thoughts are loud. I will be right back.”

 His eyes were focused on the kid, who now was curled on his chair, chin resting on his knees as his arms firmly hugged his legs, making him look even smaller.

 Aizawa grunted, part of him feeling inclined to just drop an entire gallon of water on his head to successfully wash all his problems way, or maybe shake all the bad, lying thoughts taking over his mind and resulting in a few tears to escape what, on its turn, made a strong feeling of protectiveness, which was immediately ignored, shines on him. But Shouta knew he couldn’t act on any of those two options because it wasn’t “socially acceptable” – nor very useful, but he ignored that part, - and “problems” and “people” tended to be more complicated to help than that.

 The older sighed, kneeling on the spot before the front door where the sun passed through the window and made a perfect warm piece of floor for the big, - extremely big - messy pile of purple fluff lay and nap without a single worry in the world, not even stirring as the customers had to tiptoe around him to get in and out of the establishment.

 Shinsou hissed when Shouta first petted him, although was fast to purr louder than a machine as the human began to scratch behind his ears, going back to his peaceful sleep. He was the most calm, chill and snarky cat he has ever seen. His hobbies consisting on getting on the highest shelves to watch the entire place with a judging, tired glare and napping on people’s laps, especially when they were about to head out, which made his customers to order something else and stay for at least more fifteen minutes, not having the heart to interrupt the purple’s sleep.

 Needless to say, he and Aizawa got along just fine. Even with the animal’s habit of climbing him to nap on his shoulders and teaching the younger kittens to do the same thing, knowing very well the one with dark hair would never have the heart to put them away, the human knew he sustained a soft spot for him.

 Nemuri and Yamada liked to tease him, affirming that Shinsou was his cat form and Shouta would never admit he agreed with them.

 He also ignored the implications of that when he remembered Shinsou was one of the green haired bag of energy favorites.

 “I have a mission for you.” It was the only mumbled warning the cat had before being carefully scoped on the human’s arms, melting on the embrace, hissing, yawning and then proceeding to melt even further. Shouta huffed, amused.

 ‘Brat.’

 Another signal that the teenager was much more trapped in his mind than the normal was the fact he didn’t realize the adult coming closer, nearly jumping three feet in the air as Aizawa’s command hit him.

 “Sit correctly.”

 The teenager yelped, looking at him, at himself and then at him again, a strong shade of an ashamed red taking over his features. “O-o-of course, sir! I am sorry!” He bowed, putting his feet on the ground and straightening his back, a slight tremble on his movements making the adult frown.

 “Don’t think too much about this.” And before any protest could come out of the other’s mouth, Aizawa laid Shinsou on his legs, leading the boy to freeze completely, eyes locked on the cat, who just blinked lazily at him and started to knead his thighs, low, rumbling purrs escaping, demanding the new human as worthy.

 A barely suppressed squeal flew from the younger, who already seemed ready to cry again, although for different reasons.

 The cat café’s owner hid his amused smile by catching a kitten who approached with curiosity, petting him and proceeding to flop him on the soft, green curls. Ojiro meowed, purring and immediately attempting to eat his new environment.

 “I…” His wide, wobbly smile increased further as Shinsou butted his head on the teenager’s palm, his voice, a whisper, lapsing for a beat. “I love them.”

 There was no way for the adult to hide his snort at his words, but the Problem Child seemed unfazed with his reaction, turning to him with shiny eyes and smile.

 “Thank you so much, sir!”

 After a nod, Aizawa turned away and came back to his spot behind the counter. And if talking and taking orders when Hizashi uses part of his break to “discreetly” take a few pictures of a beaming boy smiling to the camera and pointing the cats on him to send to him later, is much more bearable than before? It has absolutely nothing to do with the young figure on the farthest table sporadically giggling as he plays with an Ojiro who is fiercely convinced he can win the battle against the red laser.

 […]

 “Excuse me, Yamada-san. I’m sorry, but my order was 476 yens and you only charged me 200.” Aizawa knew the boy was going to lose the fight the moment Hizashi only grinned and locked the cashier, completely ignoring the two pieces of paper on the other’s hand.

 “Don’t worry about it, little listener! Don’t worry! Take this as a thank you for letting Shinsou and Ojiro sleep on you for one hour, okay?”

 “B-but sir! It was no problem at all!” The way he moved to prove his point made Aizawa picture a small, energetic bunny. “I really like them and I was going to stay here longer anyway!”

 “Now, now, young boy.” Hizashi pointed a finger at him, trying and failing miserably to see or sound at least a tad chastising. “Refusing a ‘thank you’ is a serious offense, I wonder if I will need to give you a free blueberry muffin to go because of that…”

 “No!” Aizawa huffed, turning away from them and heading to the tables, taking the opportunity of how low the business was to clean and prepare them for the next customers, stopping right on his tracks, mid step as a wide, pleading glare found his. “Aizawa-san,” he shook the 276 yens at his direction, puppy eyes staring right on his soul, “please.”

 The dark-haired one scoffed, looking away from the powerful graze. “Don’t bring me into this. Fight your own battles, problem child.”

 Hizashi laughed at the pout he received in response, having pity on the loyal customer. “Okay, okay. I give. You can pay for this.” Aizawa glared at him, one eyebrow up in a non convinced expression. His friend winked, big grins as the younger turned to him, much more smiley. “With a hug.”

 Problem child seemed surprised, especially when the flamboyant employee jumped across the counter and stopped in front of him, arms open in an invitation. “Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” His voice was softer. “I can always accept 100 yens if you really want me to, little listener.”

 He didn’t understand the magic thing his friend always managed to do. The way he succeeded to dance around someone’s barriers, finding openings and walking through them, asking no permission to get closer yet always attentive when to stop and retreat or to talk about every or anything. The same magic he showed when they were teenagers.

 Tsuyu meowed and Aizawa kneeled down to give her attention for as long as the embrace lasted, pretending to not notice the two hugging behind him, the taller lightly swaying them while the younger relaxed, melting on the touch.

 A few seconds later the anxious bunny was bowing, thanking them and getting out with a gleam on his face, hugging happily the notebook next to his chest and petting Cloud before going away. Shouta came back to his spot, Yamada followed and the green hair disappeared on the corner.

 “We’re not adopting the Problem Child.”

 “But he already even has a nickname! Shoutaaa, it’s meant to be! And you’re already soft for him as well, don’t deny it.”

 He scoffed. “Shut up. You try to say no to those fucking puppy eyes next time.”

 “You fought well,” Hizashi patted his shoulder, his own gaze getting a dangerous, gleaming light. “Dadzawa.”

 The rarefied clients distributed across the café jumped when, between laughter and dramatics cries of pain, the blonde fell on the ground, a half pleased, half evil smile presenting itself on the shorter’s face in a flash before his impassive expression took over and he calmly continued with his usual chores, pointedly ignoring the ‘It was so worthy it’ snickered by his friend, still laid on the floor.

[atembomb]

fic writer interview

Thanks for the tag Most Beloved Wrival @kaibacorpintern

Name: miranda aka RookSacrifice on AO3

Fandoms (that I write for): Yu-Gi-Oh!!!!!! and apparently Attack on Titan now because I don't know how to feel joy or peace

Two-shot: Serpens Caput, Serpens Cauda (scandalshiping!)

Most popular multi-chapter: You already know what it is (The Poetry of Logic) and YES it is my BABY and idk why you nerds love this silly little math story but I adore y'all for it <3 Secretly in my heart I still wish my most popular was my fanfiction magnum opus, I Dream of Rain

Actual worst part of writing: Having a zillion and one FIRE ideas and being too slow to write them... RIP to me.... When will my writing speed and motivation come home from the war?

How you choose your titles: I literally just close my eyes and throw darts into the ether until something sticks

Do you outline: A B S O L U T E L Y !! My 24-sheet masterfully organized graveyard of fic outlines I'll never write makes professional accountants cry.

Ideas I probably won’t get around to but wouldn’t it be nice: REALLLYYYY wanna write childhood frienemies to lovers prideshipping AU where Kaiba and Atem are neighbors and each chapter is one summer where Kaiba comes home from boarding school and sees Atem I have literally been sitting on this one for over a year. Mostly so I can use the absolutely cheesy banger I've been saving: "Seto... I thought we were friends...." "How many times do I have to tell you I don't want to be your friend?" *cue smooch*

Callouts @ me: I'm defo not as funny as I'd like to think I am also bitch why am I on tumblr instead of writing the LITERALLY 60k words I want to have done in the next, like, six weeks and the DPOD oneshot that's already late. Stop making promises to yourself you can't keep, babe.

Best writing traits: Phrasing things in the most wildly unexpected way possible. Baking a cake with the most delicious ratio of fluff:angst:smut:humor

Spicy tangential opinion: white claws suck just mix vodka and la croix don't be a wuss (Oh, for fics? I really don't like reading or writing internal monologue.... we can have a little, sometimes, as a treat. Like half a donut when Cheryl brings Krispie Kremes to the office)

No pressure tagging: @smokedoutcoldstar @dellefox @desidera-ad-deserta @blue-and-amaranth and whoever else wants to join in!!!

[citizen-l]

02. Window

Chanyeol never thought he'd be under someone's flat throwing tiny rocks at their window. Never in a million years did he imagine himself to be in this position. Sure he did some crazy things in life, but never something as cringe-inducing as this. In broad daylight too. Jesus. 

"Hey!" someone called him and Chanyeol looked back to find Officer Joey looking at him with narrow eyes and creased brows. "You're the kid from last night, aren't you?"

"Hi, yeah," Chanyeol said awkwardly. 

"Why are you throwing stones?"

"No one's answering the buzzer?"

"Ever heard of calling?"

Yeah well, Joey, I would, but I have their phone with me. And while we're talking, Joey, fuck you. God, Chanyeol wanted to scream at the ridiculousness of it. 

Chanyeol never would have forgotten to return Baekhyun's phone that he pocketed in case of an emergency just that morning before taking him to get stitches. Never would have under normal circumstances. But getting a too sweet goodbye strawberry kiss was not a normal circumstance. Chanyeol could feel his ears getting warm and red, and Joey was still there staring at him. 

"I have something that I desperately need to give Baekhyun," Chanyeol said. Judging by the familiar way Baekhyun had talked to Joey before, maybe Joey would leave him alone if he realized Chanyeol wasn't a threat to Baekhyun. "Calling didn't help, and I'm pretty sure Baekhyun really needs this. So, yeah…"

Honestly, Chanyeol would have just found Sehun and given the phone to him and been done with it. But Sehun was MIA with Junmyeon. And Chanyeol hadn't had a chance until this late in the afternoon to come by and hand over the phone. But he'd be lying if he said he kinda maybe didn't want to check if Baekhyun was alright. Oh God, what if he's lying unconscious on the floor again? 

"At this hour, he's probably at some rehearsal, hop in," Joey gestured towards the passenger side. 

Chanyeol was having a hard time digesting what was happening. How did he end up riding shotgun in a police vehicle? How did Joey know so much about Baekhyun's schedule when even Sehun was of no help? What the hell was going on with Chanyeol's life, good lord?

Joey dropped at one of the smaller auditoriums east side of the campus. Chanyeol had never ventured this way, never had any cause to. 

"Tell him I said hi," Joey smirked before leaving Chanyeol there. He probably got off on how shook Chanyeol was. 

The huge double doors opened up to a lobby. The signs said dressing rooms were to the left, and to the right were the rows of identical doors leading to the actual auditorium. For audiences. Chanyeol decided it was best to check there first since he could hear voices and music coming from one of the half opened doors. 

The only auditorium Chanyeol had ever been to on campus was on the north end, the one where the big seminars are usually held. This one was different, definitely not for academic or corporate lectures. The lights, the stage, even the seating was different. This was made for performing musicals like the one a dozen or so people were rehearsing. 

"Oh woe, to be trapped in this age…" a woman wailed dramatically while lying flat on the stage. 

"Oh, what is this I see! Some faerie-like creature come for me?"

Someone sang, another voice joined with a deep baritone that sounded somewhat like Baekhyun, but Chanyeol had never heard him sing before. 

"Hello hello, fair man," someone said. 

"Ah! My prince has come to save me, joy be!" shouted a guy as large as Chanyeol but lankier.

That was when he realized they were all talking about him. A bunch of theatre kids finding a new person interrupting their rehearsal, of course they would be dramatic about it. What did Chanyeol expect? 

"How can I help you, sir?" a brunette girl asked with a fake British accent. 

Someone started singing about waiting for him all her life as he went down the stairs towards the stage where he could spot a guy with a bandaged hand and hoped it was Baekhyun. He was wearing a hat so Chanyeol couldn't clearly see the cotton candy fluff on his head. 

A guy in suspenders and lipstick stopped him by starting to dance suggestively and singing a Burlesque song. God this bunch was loud. Two others came around him, the brunette and another woman with red and white streaks in her black hair and the three started a whole number with impressive impromptu harmonies and suggestive body rolls. 

"Chanyeol?" he heard Baekhyun's surprised voice from the stage. 

There he was, hat in hand, pink hair almost glowing under the harsh light of the stage, eyes squinting to see Chanyeol awkwardly standing as three people sang some jazz song and moved their pelvis in a way that Chanyeol would rather not witness at the moment. 

"Hey, hi," he used Baekhyun's interruption as his getaway card and moved around the dancing trio. "Sorry for barging in like this, just wanted to return this."

Baekhyun jumped straight down from the stage seeing his phone. Chanyeol was momentarily shocked, and the worry he felt in that instant thinking something bad might happen to Baekhyun jumping down from so high nearly rendered him speechless. 

"Oh my God, thank you! I've been looking everywhere for it. I really thought I lost it during my steakout yesterday."

Stakeout?

"Nah I took it with me when I took you to the pharmacy, forgot about it afterwards."

"Well, thank you for bringing it back all the way here."

And then Baekhyun was hugging him, arms around Chanyeol's shoulders, hot breath on the side of his neck, Baekhyun stood on tiptoes and Chanyeol didn't know what to do with his own hands. 

"Why can't I get a man like that?" a girl sighed from one side. 

"Wait, is that the guy? He really carried Baek… I mean I can see he's got…"

"Holy shit, he's real?!"

"Of course he's real, Minseok," Baekhyun said and he let go of Chanyeol. 

"Uh, I should go…" Chanyeol said awkwardly. 

"What? Wait, I haven't done anything to thank you," Baekhyun said. 

But you did, Chanyeol thought. You kissed me. That was a thank you, no? What was the kiss about? Why the fuck did Baekhyun kiss him? God, Chanyeol was going out of his mind trying to figure it out. 

"That's okay, you don't have to…"

"Nonsense, let me just get changed and then I'll treat you to something delicious."

"Hopefully not something too delicious," someone said. 

"Don't forget about the party tonight," someone else said. 

But Chanyeol couldn't focus on all the things everyone was saying. He was finally focused on Baekhyun's outfit. Suspenders, a dirty-white pirate shirt tucked haphazardly into leather pants.

"Be a little more discreet ogling his ass, will you?" The guy with pretty eyes, Minseok whispered near and Chanyeol nearly choked on his spit. 

"Oh leave him be," Another guy, the one who was singing with Baekhyun said, he had a cat-like smile. "He's too whipped anyway, let him enjoy."

Jesus. Chanyeol wanted out of here. It wasn't that these guys were half bad. Quite the opposite, Chanyeol found them sort of endearing with the way they passionately rehearsed their lines, danced and sang even without an instructor guiding them, on a Saturday. But taking jabs at Chanyeol and laughing at his "whipped" nature was unsettling him. He was not whipped for Baekhyun, he was just still stuck on a stupid kiss. 

Chanyeol sighed, he couldn't blame anyone. Not these guys, they were just having fun. If anyone, Chanyeol should blame Sehun. Now that guy was whipped, for Junmyeon. A little too much. If it wasn't for Sehun, Chanyeol wouldn't have been temporarily homeless and had to spend the night at Baekhyun's. 

"Stop teasing him, people. See you later," Baekhyun sang as he came back dressed in a baggy sweater and loose camo pants tucked into his boots. He tugged Chanyeol's shirt sleeve to follow him out. 

"Don't forget to bring dessert," someone shouted. 

"Bring Prince Charming as well, while you're at it!"

"Sorry about that, they tend to be a little rowdy during the weekend," Baekhyun said. 

They sat facing each other in a booth at a quaint little café/bakery just outside of their main campus. Chanyeol had never even noticed it, but Baekhyun said they have the best baked goods he ever had. 

"You don't hate sweets, do you?" Baekhyun asked, a little alarmed. 

Chanyeol looked at him like he was crazy, thinking back on how he was seconds away from sucking the taste of freaking strawberry milk from Baekhyun's tongue. Chanyeol coughed and shook his head. He was fine with sweets. Their coffee and chocolate covered donuts came soon after. Chanyeol had to admit they were good, had the potential to ruin his body and all his hard work, but he could indulge on occasion. 

"How did you find me anyway?" Baekhyun asked while licking chocolate off his fingers. 

"Joey," Chanyeol said and tried not to stare. "I was actually at your apartment, he found me and said you'd be at rehearsal. He even gave me a ride. He said hi."

"Ah, makes sense."

"How are you so close to the officer, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh he used to date my mom, didn't work out though. But I like him, we occasionally meet up because he has two dogs and I'm desperately trying to convince him to let me adopt them."

The way he said it made Chanyeol laugh. And that was surprising because Chanyeol doesn't usually feel this comfortable with people so quickly. Well, maybe it had something to do with last night's fiasco. And the kiss. Fuck.

Chanyeol wanted to ask about it, so bad. But it felt weird. And awkward. And Chanyeol wasn't sure he could ask with a straight face. It bothered him. Not in a negative way. More like, he couldn't figure it out and it was irritating. It was like not knowing what that sound was at the back of a well-produced song and obsessing over it for days and even weeks until finally it was clear. 

"What are you doing tonight?" Baekhyun asked. 

"Uh, nothing much, I guess," Chanyeol sipped his coffee. 

"How do you feel about a social gathering? Dinner will be on me."

"The party your friends were talking about?"

"It's not much of a party, really. Just some friends hanging out together."

"Well, I don't think I'd fit in, and I don't wanna be a bother among friends," Chanyeol said. 

"Well, as humble as that sounds, I insist. And you heard Jongin, they want you there. They wouldn't have asked so directly in front of you if they didn't."

Was it worth it? Should Chanyeol give up another night at his apartment to spend time with Baekhyun and his eccentric friends? 

"Wear something white," Baekhyun said. 

"Wait, I haven't decided whether I'd go."

"I've decided for you, it'll be fun. I'll pick you up at 8."

"How's your hand?" Chanyeol decided to change the topic. Maybe he can get away with the party thing later with a better excuse. 

"Hurts a little, but good otherwise. Nearly got plastered under a ladder while rehearsing, but narrowly escaped."

"Does that often happen?" Chanyeol was more alarmed than he probably should have been. 

"Nah, I just got distracted. But anyway, I gotta go make a cake. Oh hey, I should have your number."

Half an hour later, Chanyeol was shifting through his wardrobe looking for white clothes. He had none. He regretted ever agreeing to go to the party, which, by the way, he never explicitly agreed to. 

His phone buzzed with a text from "Kyoong", Baekhyun had insisted, with an impromptu photo of his doing a finger heart, that that be his nickname on Chanyeol's phone. God knows why Chanyeol agreed. 

"Be there in ten." The text read. Great. No way to back out now. 

"I kind of have an issue." Chanyeol texted back. It felt like a weak excuse to get out of going to the party, even though this was a genuine issue. 

And then Baekhyun was calling him and Chanyeol nearly dropped his phone. He finally saw the pout Baekhyun sneakily did which wasn't noticeable with the small icon. Jesus. 

"Hello?"

"Hey, sorry, started driving so I couldn't text back. Don't worry, Bluetooth, and I'm almost at your place. What's the issue?"

"I'm going to hang up and we can talk when you get here."

"Wai-" 

Chanyeol did as he said and waited until Baekhyun was knocking at his door. 

"Okay, glad that you're concerned about me dying on the road but never hang up on me, bothers the hell out of me. So, now, what's the issue?"

"I don't have anything white," Chanyeol said.

"Your roommate? Borrow something of his."

"I don't know if you met Junmyeon or not, but we're sort of not the same size."

"Well, I don't think Sehun owns anything remotely classy either."

That's when Chanyeol finally registered what Baekhyun was wearing. A high collared Victorian shirt with ruffles on the sleeves and neck, a few streaks of shimmering thread on his chest and shoulders. A corset. Loose breeches tucked into knee-high boots. All white. 

"You look beautiful," Chanyeol said before he could stop himself. 

"Why, thank you, dear sir. I spent hours trying to fit this just right. Et voila."

"You made this?"

"Tweaked. I'm no seamstress. But I can use a needle."

Right. Of course. Chanyeol should stop staring at Baekhyun's shiny cheeks that matched the color of his cotton candy pink hair. Get a grip. 

"You said classy outfit, right? I have all-black fits, recital clothes."

"Ah, that would create quite the buzz, but I like the idea. Show me," Baekhyun said. And then he neatly sat down on Chanyeol's bed and crossed his legs, waiting for Chanyeol to appear in his black attire. 

Right. Well, Chanyeol wasn't ready to strip in front of this Victorian ghost boy yet. Yet? Jesus Christ, his mind was well on its way to the gutter. 

"I'll be right back," Chanyeol took the shirt and pants from his drawers and went to the bathroom to change. 

He came back to soft music playing on his speakers. His music. 

"Sorry, I was snooping around and found your disks. You really composed these?"

"Uh, yeah, last term."

"I need to get this on my phone. Later. Well, you look pretty."

Chanyeol felt his ears go red. 

"Are you wearing contacts?"

"Yeah."

"You weren't wearing them last night, you wore your glasses. That's why I couldn't recognize you right away. Well. Mind switching now? It'll fit better."

It was ridiculous how Chanyeol just switched from contacts to glasses without protests. 

"And I love this collar," Baekhyun walked up to him and undid the first two buttons from his half-collar. "Hmm, better. You have any accessories?"

"Uh…"

"My friends are very serious about weekend parties, you'll be surprised by the amount of effort they put in. They'll appreciate it if you showed you cared too. But no pressure, I mean, don't make yourself uncomfortable or anything. You already look really good so I don't think you need to worry, plus I'm sure everyone would just appreciate you being there…"

Baekhyun was babbling and it was so adorable, Chanyeol was shamelessly just staring without being the least bit discreet about it. 

He ended up wearing the silver necklace his sister got him last year on his birthday. Half a heart, the other half was on Yuna's wrist. 

They arrived at Chen's apartment in town. It was… not what Chanyeol expected, at all. Chen, the one with the catlike smile, wore a Peter Pan outfit, all white, with white antlers on his head instead of the hat. He padded barefoot as he welcomed Baekhyun and Chanyeol inside. Some of the others were familiar faces Chanyeol had seen earlier at the auditorium. A Medusa with white dreadlocks and a white snakeskin-like dress contrasting her brilliant ebony skin. A Lucifer in a white suit and tarred feet. Two Victorian ghosts much like Baekhyun but very differently dressed. A guy dressed as honest-to-God Edgar Allan Poe with a fake moustache, looking ready to attend his own wedding in a three piece embroidered suit. The woman on his side dressed as a bride, probably the cousin. And then there was Minseok serving wine wearing a white fur coat and the crown of a king. 

Well. This was. Something. 

"I should kick you out for not wearing even a thread of white," Minseok said. "But you look good, and you're carrying the cake, so I'll overlook this time."

"Don't mind him, you look perfect," Chen laughed with genuine delight. Everyone else agreed. 

"Help me with the cake," Baekhyun gestured towards the kitchen with his head and Chanyeol followed. 

Baekhyun had made two cakes but decorating them and bringing them over would have been a disaster. So he put everything in containers, the cakes, the fondant, buttercream, chocolate and other decorations, and strapped them to the back seat of his car. This party was no joke. 

Chanyeol set down the containers on the kitchen counter, which was already full of dishes being prepared and ready to be set on the table. 

"I feel like I should have brought something," Chanyeol said to Baekhyun. 

"Well, at least you brought your wits," the tall lanky actor dressed like the ghost of Monte Christo said as he handed a glass of white wine to Chanyeol. 

"You having flashbacks of your initiation, Jongin?" Chen laughed as he stirred some kind of soup in a pot. 

"Jesus, don't remind me," Jongin shuddered and went back to sit with the others. 

Baekhyun layered and put cream on the cake. Then fondant. Then carefully crafted cream flowers, roses and white chocolate feathers. Chanyeol stood there in awe, occasionally handing over whatever Baekhyun asked for and watched the cakes turn into works of art. How? One man. How? 

One man who can sing and act and probably dance too, can bake and decorate cakes, sew and fit his own medieval style clothes, and kiss. 

This party was a bad idea. Chanyeol was glad he didn't miss it. Getting to know Baekhyun's friends and how Baekhyun acted around them was a serious thing. Chanyeol paid attention to every conversation and voiceless interaction. He really should be a bit more careful. He couldn't help looking at Baekhyun every chance he got. 

The internal conflict Chanyeol was having was driving him crazy. 

What was happening? 

[earliebirb]

Hi! If you’re doing those fluff sentence starters, maybe: “Mmmphf. Snicetoseeyoutoo.” For stevetony please? Thank you! ❤️

PEACH! Oh my gosh, I was very very very excited upon receiving a prompt from you. I have been such a big fan of your writing, especially your fluffy ficlets. They bring me immense comfort and joy when I feel down.

I’m sorry it took such a long time. I hope I did the prompt justice. Here you go!

sorry not sorry

steve/tony, au: office, fluff, getting back together, 1502 words

(prompt from this list)

The first thing Tony does after dropping his briefcase on the desk in his cubicle is to head to the pantry for some desperately needed morning coffee. He had been running late and didn’t have the time to make himself a cup of coffee at home. The only thing keeping him barely functional as a human being at the moment is the fact that he took an unforgivingly cold shower. 

The moment he steps into the pantry, however, he starts to wonder if his dependence on caffeine has truly reached concerning levels to the point of causing hallucinations because standing right there in the pantry of the New York office is one Steve Rogers. 

Tony’s ex-boyfriend is standing right there, arranging some boxes on the kitchen counter, like he’s been there all along and not living in Germany for the past two years. 

His hair is longer and he has grown a beard—the sight of which is doing things to Tony’s poor and overworked heart—but there is no mistaking that it is indeed Steve Rogers, whom Tony had broken up with because Steve was being transferred to the understaffed Berlin branch of the company with no guarantee of how long he would stay there and long distance relationships always crash and burn, Steve.

“Steve,” he says breathlessly, like the word has been punched out of him. His knees feel weak, like they are threatening to give out under him. 

Steve looks up, his eyes widening. His lips bloom into a wide smile that reaches his blue eyes. “Tony. Hi.”

Tony’s heart clenches at the smile he has only been able to find in photos for the past two years. Absently, he thinks that those photos really do not compare to the real thing; the latter is so much brighter.

So much more beautiful.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m back.”

“How come?”

“I requested a transfer after they recruited some new people for the Berlin office. It took some time, but they finally approved my transfer this year. Today is my first day back.”

Tony continues to gape at him, his eyes greedily drinking in the sight of Steve after being deprived of it for so long. He resists the strong urge to reach out and touch, just to make sure that Steve is there, solid and real. 

“Donut?” Steve offers, holding out an open box of donuts to Tony. It is then Tony realizes that there are multiple boxes of donuts alongside a huge bag of what appears to be assorted German sweets, all courtesy of Steve, who had apparently decided to spoil the people in the office with tons of sugar and carbs to announce his return. 

“How the hell did you manage to smuggle donuts from Germany?” 

Steve chuckles, still holding the box of donuts. “The sweets are from Germany. The donuts are from your favorite place down the street.”

Tony steps towards Steve and upon closer inspection, he is able to confirm that Steve is indeed holding a box of glazed donuts that Tony can usually inhale at an alarming speed if left to his own devices. 

The irrational desire to refuse anything his ex-boyfriend offers him warring with the intense temptation of delicious donuts eventually ends up with him gingerly taking one donut from the box and shoving it into his mouth hurriedly before making his way towards the cabinet situated above the kitchen sink to find a mug for his morning coffee.

“It’s nice to see you, Tony,” Steve says, his voice low and familiar. It stirs something in the pit of Tony’s stomach and he chances a look at Steve. He regrets it almost immediately because Steve is looking at him with something that is way too soft and tender in his eyes. The look in his eyes is one that Tony sees in his dreams and memories. The fact that that look is ingrained in his mind is only one among the various ways Steve’s presence continues to linger stubbornly in his life, preventing him from moving on despite his best efforts.

One simple look and all his defenses crumble in an instant, a house of cards against the force of the tornado that is Steve Rogers.

Tony looks away, determined to avoid Steve’s eyes.

“Mmmphf,” he says with the donut lodged in his mouth. He eats the donut quickly as he pretends to rummage around in the mug cabinet before releasing his next words all in one rushed breath: “Snicetoseeyoutoo.”

Eventually, he picks up a random mug that doesn’t belong to him because he can’t seem to find one of his own. Before he can pull it out, however, he feels Steve take hold of his other hand, pressing something into it.

“Here,” Steve says. Tony looks down and sees a mug of hot coffee in his hand. Steve has somehow managed to find one of Tony’s mugs somewhere in the pantry. This one in particular is a personalized one given by Rhodey as a gift for his birthday a few years ago. It is a navy blue ceramic mug with the words “Tony Stank” printed on it.

“One packet of sugar, right?” Steve tears open a packet of sugar and pours it into Tony’s coffee without waiting for an answer, putting a teaspoon in the mug afterwards. 

Tony stirs his coffee with the spoon, watching the dark liquid swirl around in the mug. 

“Dinner tonight? To celebrate me being back and all that.”

“Uh, I’m not... free. I have, um, something to do. Something very important,” Tony says eloquently, attention still focused on the incredibly important task of making sure all the sugar dissolves into his coffee. “You go ahead and celebrate with the team, I’ll just join you guys some other time.”

“Who said anything about the team?” 

This time, Tony does look up. Steve is looking at Tony with eyes that are brimming with mischievous defiance, eyebrows raised and lips twitching, daring Tony to address the elephant in the room. 

Tony sighs, already dreading where the conversation is heading. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to schedule our date night,” Steve says, as if he were stating the obvious, bringing his own mug of coffee to his lips.

Tony glares at him. “We broke up.”

Steve’s smile only grows wider around the lip of his mug as he drinks his coffee. He licks his lips afterwards, grinning gleefully at Tony.

“Correction. You tried to break up with me and you failed. I did agree to give you some space, but I also made myself clear that I wasn’t letting you go.”

“Steve—”

“So, dinner? I’ll even be a good boyfriend and let you pick the restaurant.”

Tony inhales deeply through his nose. “Look, I’m seeing someone else, okay? I’m over you.” 

It’s a blatant lie, but what Steve doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Steve just nods calmly, eyes flitting down to the mug of coffee Tony holds in his hand before looking into his eyes again. “Uh huh. Sure.”

“I’m serious,” Tony says, very seriously.

Steve continues to smile warmly as if Tony hadn’t said a thing, eyes searching Tony’s and looking incredibly pleased at whatever he finds in them. “I’ll come find you after, okay?”

With that, Steve walks out of the pantry, his gait easy and light, a spring in his step.

Tony sighs heavily, feeling utterly drained. He brings the mug of coffee to his lips and closes his eyes as he lets the comforting taste flood his taste buds. 

When he opens his eyes, he catches something glinting under the bright pantry lights and nearly drops the mug, choking violently on a mouthful of coffee, because—

Around Tony’s ring finger—one of the fingers curled around the handle of the mug—is the promise ring Steve gave him for their first anniversary, and it hasn’t left his finger ever since. It isn’t something super expensive, but it was the best thing Steve could afford during their college days. 

Tony thought about taking it off during those first few days after Steve had just left for Germany, but he never really could bring himself to do it. Steve was miles and miles away in an entirely different country and wearing the ring felt like carrying around a piece of Steve. It brought him immense comfort. 

He curses his own stupidity as he recalls the triumphant look on Steve’s face after he had undoubtedly caught sight of said ring on Tony’s finger just moments ago. 

Stupid Steve, who decided to grow a stupid beard and somehow manage to look even more beautiful than the last time Tony saw him.

Stupid Steve, whose smile still has the power to make Tony’s heart beat double time like he is running a marathon, even after all this time. 

Tony squeezes his eyes shut as he proceeds to hit his head repeatedly on the cabinet door in the hopes of regaining his sanity.

Steven Grant Rogers is truly going to be the death of him.