#‘do you want us to make gay pastries’ says the bi man.

[froggychair05]

I keep seeing these so I thought I’d make one, too 🫶

[kiisaes]

Hey, i’d like to hear some of your bakudeku/katsudeku headcannons since i saw some and they’re so cute😭💞i love your art so much, it’s amazingg keep it up!!

ty !!! 🙏

I'll be honest I don't really have any headcanons off the top of my head. I have to think really hard about those I like but usually I can point at a preexisting one and go "haha yes I like this one" without thinking of it myself =v=

I think my biggest hc rn - and it's kind of controversial bc ik ppl have different opinions on it - is that deku is just flat out gay. like that's his sexuality, he only likes men. I used to hc him as bi and I campaigned pretty hard for it, and regarding fandom ships I still don't mind shipping him with girls. (tbh with fandom ships, I kind of just disregard a character's sexuality hc entirely bc I'm a multishipper who thinks crack ships are fucking great.)

but vibe wise, as well as putting canon into perspective, he just feels so gay to me. he screams comphet. he's got some vague internalized homophobia where he's totally supportive if u're gay, but HE'S not gay. and there's no way he can be even though he very well could be. like just think about it. he was really only so shy and nervous around girls bc he's literally never interacted with one casually before high school. and after he got close to 1A and could, you know, talk to women, he lost any deeper attraction in them. literally what happened with him and ochako. that's just how I feel anyway, but he won't admit his natural drift towards men (bkg) and his emotional hangups on men (bkg). he hangs out with men (bkg) way too much for him to have any serious interest in women imo

anyway this is just my take, you can hc deku as whatever sexuality you want!!! I still think bi deku has so much flavor like yass be the disaster bi u were meant to be!!! but gay deku just speaks more to me nowadays, I guess

ok upon thinking long and hard, I have come up with these silly hcs as well:

they are both bad at verbalizing their feelings. dk is overall horrible with emotions that pertain to himself so he just doesn't dwell on his very obvious crush on bkg. he just thinks that it's normal to be obsessed with another man. like lol hes been doing it since he was a baby. it's not anything more. he is NOT gay. straight men can appreciate everything about another man and more! just bestie things! and bkg has accepted in his heart that he is gay for dk but u are NOT going to hear him say it. sorry but that man does not know how to even start a convo about this. he'd probably want to, but knows he'd fuck it up and dk would miss the point. he'd probably just tell dk to fight him and then make out somewhere down the line bc it's easier and less embarrassing to him. little does he know, HE'S embarrassing and I hate him.

so u know the whole "bkg is an early bird and dk is a night owl" hc? and how it's technically canonically wrong? yeah. I'm obsessed with how wrong it is. bkg going to bed early and waking up late is so real of him. he just really fucking loves to sleep, and dk is the exact opposite. man goes to bed late and wakes up at 5 in the morning. he gets like 3 hours of sleep maximum and he's functioning perfectly. god I wish I were him

that one adhd vs autism meme but it's bkdk. u get to choose which ones which. maybe they're both

dk has dimples, one on each cheek! maybe bkg has one too. who knows

this is one I just thought of right now but it's like. part of the fandom bible that bkg can cook and dk cannot. however. I think dk can cook ok - fine enough to sustain himself - but bake REALLY WELL. bkg can cook bc he's "a natural" who can easily figure out exactly how to cook and spice foods. he doesnt need to follow a recipe to a T, he can just figure it out himself. dk can bake bc I'd imagine baking, with their meticulous recipe requirements, are easier to comprehend for him. he takes a shitton of notes on the daily, u can't tell me he'll eagerly read and jot down shit so his pastries turn out well. he'd prefer following step by step than winging it. does this make sense. words are hard

I always like drawing bkdk pretty close in height. ik lots of bkdks like a height difference but I prefer when rivals are pretty equal, and that includes how tall they are

dk's hands are coarser than bkg's, except around the palms, where bkg canonically has thick skin (so I'd assume there's some callouses there)

I like to think that bkg is good at basically anything, considering how he's a perfectionist. give him something to do and one week to do it, and he'll have a new skill under his belt. but there's a few things he can't do that trip him up so bad and make him so angry. like to me he definitely doesn't know how to whistle or roll his Rs. he just physically cannot. they're such pointless abilities but he hates how he can't do them. especially bc dk can definitely do both

dk keeps calling bkg "kacchan" bc it reminds him of a simpler time :') it makes him feel more connected to bkg than he initially is, and tacitly tells the class that he knows bkg best. also bc bkg never told him to stop so like ... why should he stop now. lol. and ALSO bc he's waiting to see how far he can go before bkg snaps. little does he know, bkg never snaps about "kacchan" bc that's dk's name for him. it reminds him that dk is always there, always calling out for him. and recently, it's a reassurance that he's still here, against all odds

ending this list with a classic but dk's favorite food is katsudon bc it reminds him of kacchan's name (KATSUdon vs KATSUki)

hope this is a good enough hc list anon!

[sa2sugu]

do you have a fav character in blue period??

yessss a blue period ask ₍₍ (ง ˙ω˙)ว ⁾⁾ i can’t really pick a favorite but i guess yatora and yuka stood out to me. yatora because he’s both very pragmatic about his goals but he also gets all consumed by art. obviously we walk through his art process because he’s the main character but the way he “solved” the uni entrance exam was very exciting to me and like i can tell he’s going to have a few breakdowns at uni for sure because the rigidity of college applications is lifted and he’ll be put in a very different environment. and we see how through his love for art he himself becomes a better person and how it influences the people around him as well (like koigakubo’s decision to apply for pastry school). simply doing the thing you’re passionate about and giving it your all can be an inspiration for others, no matter how insignificant it seems and i think yatora’s character development portrayed this very well. and most of all, yatora gets you invested in his growth as an artist. in the first season he is applying for uni so we see him acquire the technical skills but don’t really get to see him with any artistic freedom. so i’m excited to see where he takes his art once he has that newfound freedom and the responsibility that follows it.

yuka, goes without saying, is one of the most interesting characters in the show. gender nonconforming characters, especially trans women and men/boys who are femme, are ridiculed to the point where their entire point is to serve as comedic relief. so it really was a breath of fresh air to see yuka being treated seriously and we delve into their narrative quite intensely and honestly quite beautifully as well. yuka’s arc felt like a sincere coming of age story of a complicated gnc character, and i loved the way their art (the art that they actually wanted to make) coincides with their character development. i felt that there was a lot of respect for the character in the way they were written. and i want to address this now that i’m talking about them but i got several messages after asking not to refer to yuka as a “femboy” and these messages annoyed me so much i deleted them all. regardless of whether yuka identifies as a gay/bi man or a non binary person or a trans woman, the term “femboy” itself has a history of being a derogatory term to refer to trans women and i think it’s so funny that people HAVE to use that word for a rare character whose sexuality and gender is treated seriously for once in anime. anyway the episode where yatora and yuka go to the beach was literally one of the favorite scenes ive seen in all anime it was so goooood.

also i really like hashida’s character design i go bananas when it comes to guys with long braids but PIGTAIL braids just can’t be topped. i like maki too because i felt her narrative was realistic. oh and i love mori’s artwork, i think it was a very interesting choice to have yatora’s first artistic inspiration as someone who creates religious art

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Disclosed

Pairing: Bakugou x reader x Kirishima

Warnings: Like, two sex jokes? Nothing that crazy. Once again, gay, bi and poly as fuck. Oh and language too.

Author’s note:

So uh, I guess this ends the saga of Little Secret. I’m still doing Kiribaku fics, but I guess I just had a bit of a theme going here in this trilogy. I tried to focus more on Eijirou in this one since he kind of got pushed to the side a bit in the other two stories. Little Secret had more of y/n’s omniscience, while Big Secret was more Bakugou driven (big brain hehe).

You can probably ignore the ending of this since it’s really really cheesy and it was the only thing I could think of at the time I wrote it (I think this is another one of my fics that I finished at 3 am or something).

Anyhow, I’d say this is my favorite part of the trilogy in some ways! It’s super soft and fluffy, and I really like how I wrote it out. I seriously hope you enjoy it!

I love you guys!

-Sugar

☆*･゜ﾟ･**･゜ﾟ･*☆.☆*･゜ﾟ･**･゜ﾟ･*☆

As much as Kirishima loved being a hero, honestly, he loved his days off more.

He watched from in front of the counter as you amicably bickered with Bakugou, bustling around the kitchen still in your respective pajamas.

"I'm just saying we could have something other than cinnamon rolls for breakfast," the blond man pouted, tailing you as you walked from the fridge to the oven.

"It'll be fun," you said. "Geez, we don't have to keep up with that hero diet you set up every day. It's our day off, let me have my sugar and carbs."

Bakugou began to grumble something about the amount of chemicals that were probably in the pre-made pastry dough, but you paid him no heed. The little cheerful beeping tones of the oven sounded through the room as you set the temperature.

"How long is that going to take?" Kirishima asked.

"Like half an hour," you said. "Need a snack 'til then? We need to eat these oranges before they go bad."

"Sure, I'll take one." You tossed the orange fruit to him, which he caught easily and began to peel.

"You want one, 'Tsuki?"

Bakugou grumbled a "Fine" and you handed him his, taking a third for yourself.

Normally, you may have been able to wait until the sweet pastry rolls were done, but instead you'd spent the last two hours very slowly waking up and cuddling in bed.

As per usual, Katsuki had woken up first, letting his eyes adjust to the warm tones the room had taken on with the rising of the sun. He remembered today was his day off, and a final bout of tension left his shoulders. His back had previously been pressed against Eijirou's, but now he decided to turn himself over to face him. Peeking through scarcely opened lids, Bakugou glimpsed your form on the other side of Kirishima, scarcely visible as you snuggled into his chest. Bakugou allowed himself something he only saved in silent, private moments like this: a smile. Just a small one, barely even lifting the side of his mouth. But he couldn't help it. The sight of his perfect boyfriend and girlfriend fast asleep in each others' arms brought him such an overwhelming feeling of compersion, he simply couldn't help himself.

Bakugou draped an arm over Kirishima's side, rubbing at your forearm with gentle strokes of his fingers. You hummed in your sleep, pushing yourself even closer into the red-haired man holding you. The blond breathed in Eijirou's heavy, musky scent, letting it flood his nose and instill a sense of unparalleled calm over himself.

The shifting motions on either side of him caused Eijirou to begin to blink his own eyes open, shedding the foggy haze of sleep from his mind. Dreams from his previous night's rest danced and fleeted at the edges of his memory, before they were ultimately discarded and lost to the unrelenting abyss that is abandoned remembrance. He felt warm. Warm, and comfortable, and happy, and perfect.

Eijirou noticed the steady movement of the arm placed over him, signaling that Bakugou was awake. You, on the other hand, slept on; eyes lightly closed, lips parted with breath, gently clasping the front of his shirt. Kirishima slowly pressed a kiss to your forehead, followed by another and then another.

His soft lips combined with the soothing motions of Katsuki's hand finally brought you smoothly out of your slumber, groaning a bit in your consciousness.

"You two awake yet?" Bakugou's voice sounded from over Kirishima's broad shoulders. It was a little gruffer than usual from sleep and it made you smile.

"Yeah," Kirishima answered for you, meeting your (E/C) orbs with his own.

You pulled your arm from under Bakugou's hand, moving it until your fingers were able to intertwine and lock with his over Eijirou's side. He felt safe under your loving union, tying yourselves together over him so the three of you became one unit.

That was how your morning had started. For a long time, the three of you laid there, chatting in low tones as you and Katsuki snuggled into either side of Eijirou, who later turned to lie on his back to tuck each of you under an arm. The experience was nothing other than peaceful, the three of you content to simply lay in each others' presence.

Ever since that one fateful afternoon nearly two years ago, your lives could scarcely have improved more. Inviting Bakugou into your relationship was the best decision you'd made, and now here you were. The three of you had graduated from UA and begun your lives as heroes; Eijirou still worked as an indispensable sidekick under Fatgum, while Bakugou was still in the process of getting a hero agency of his own off the ground. But today was a day you had settled on to spend completely together, and it was all going just wonderfully.

Somehow, the idea had gotten into your head that you'd make cinnamon rolls for breakfast, so once you and your boyfriends eventually crawled out of bed, you set about fulfilling the urge.

Kirishima popped another orange slice into his mouth, watching you absentmindedly as you pulled out everything you would need. Which, to say, wasn't much, seeing as you were simply baking them from a can. As you pulled out the pan and cooking spray, Eijirou's red eyes flicked over to Bakugou, who had removed the cardboard tube from the fridge again. The redhead fought back a smirk as he watched his shared boyfriend scowl at the ingredients, thinking back to his almost monthly 'your body is a temple and you should treat it as such' lectures he'd give the two of you.

You caught sight of him as well, striding towards him and plucking the container from his hands. Bakugou started grumbling again, turning and exiting the kitchen to presumably go get dressed or something.

Kirishima took the opportunity to come up behind you as you popped the cardboard cylinder open, letting the preformed dough puff up as it met the air. His arm wrapped loosely around your waist as he bent a little to place his head on your shoulder. "Need help with anything?" he asked.

"No, thanks," you said, taking the unbaked rolls and filling your pre-sprayed pan.

He hummed and straightened, moving so he could lean against the counter. He noticed your orange next to him, partially peeled and abandoned. Taking one of the remaining slices from his own, he held it out towards you. "Hey, babe."

You turned and caught sight of it, smiling as you took the little slice between your teeth. You pulled it into your mouth as he pushed from his end, and you began to chew. "Mmm, that one's good."

Eijirou grinned back in agreement and ate the last slice. He reached for your abandoned one, working his nails beneath the pliable peel. "So what made you buy cinnamon rolls? Other than the fact that they're delicious, that is."

"Cold nostalgia," you said, tweaking the dough in the filled pan so it looked right. "I saw them at the store and thought to myself, 'Hey, I remember eating those. I could totally make them myself. Tasty.' Also I thought you might like them. We can all share." You picked up the pan in one hand and carried it to the oven, checking that it was the right temperature and sliding them in.

"I'm not sure about Katsuki," Eijirou said, picking some of the white fibers off another orange slice. "He didn't seem too thrilled."

"Meh," you said, fingers tapping out twenty-seven minutes on the oven timer, bringing more happy beeps to your ears. "If he doesn't eat any of them, there's just more for us, I guess. But you know how he is. You think he'll crack in front of us or wait until we leave?"

Eijirou smiled as you walked back to him, running your hands up his sides affectionately as you grinned up at him. "I'll bet one of us will find him having one in the middle of the night," he wagered.

"You're on," you giggled, swiping another orange slice from him.

"Hey! I would have given you some if you had asked, you know."

"Oops." You slid the slice slowly into your mouth, keeping your eyes on his own. A burst of sweet citric juice filled your mouth as you bit down, and you shut your eyes for a second just to fully enjoy it.

The sensation of a finger poking at your nose caused your lids to flutter open. Your eyes crossed to look at the offending digit, rolling back up and focusing on Eijirou's face.

"Bep," he said, the note accompanying his action.

You booped his nose in unhostile revenge, beginning to giggle as a mini-war began. Eijirou used the pad of his pointer finger to jab lightly at your face, making a new sound effect with each one. You had the advantage since both of your hands were free; tapping both your index fingers on his torso, face, and shoulders.

"Boop."

"Beep."

"Bap."

Bakugou shuffled back into the kitchen and watched your cheerful assaults on one another, both his cheeks and his heart warming at the sound of your giggles. "What the hell are you two doing?"

"Being in love," Eijirou said, proceeding to poke at your cheek. "Get over here, Katsu."

Bakugou just tched and wandered over to the oven to look at the baking rolls. "Dumbasses."

"Better hurry up, 'Tsuki," you said, stepping closer to Eijirou. "Or else you're going to miss out on the kisses."

"Oooooh-," Kirishima drew out for a second before your lips met his. He reciprocated, noting how you both shared the same orange-citrus taste. Out of curiosity, he peeked his eyes open to meet Bakugou's.

The blond man scowled, finally stomping over to you. "Fine. But I'm going in the middle." He wedged himself between you two.

"Yay!" Your arms wound around his slim waist, resting just above his hips. Your lips attached themselves to the base of Bakugou's neck, while Kirishima smooched at his mouth. It was quiet and sweet for a moment, each partaking in another's lips until you were satisfied, swapping positions when necessary.

You separated from Bakugou, running your thumb over his cheekbone for a moment as you looked into his eyes. He'd gotten better about asking for and receiving affection over the years you'd been dating, but it still brought warmth crashing through your system every time.

"Eiji Baby?" you asked, keeping your eyes on Bakugou.

"Yeah?"

"How much time is left on the oven?"

Kirishima glanced up at the glowing digits. "Eighteen minutes."

You hummed. "I'll get started on the icing for my rolls."

"Our rolls," Eijirou corrected, grinning at your over-the-shoulder eye roll you gave him as you made your way to the pantry to grab some powdered sugar.

Bakugou had the same reaction as you, tsking under his breath and moving to lean against the counter next to Kirishima. His position wasn't held long however, since you soon returned with your bag of sugar and the carton of milk, shooing them away so you could use the space. You pulled down a bowl and poured in some sugar and milk, beginning to mix it into a thick liquid with a spoon.

"Need a taste tester?" Kirishima asked hopefully.

"Eiji, this is pure sugar."

He glanced back at the ingredients. "Yeah."

There was something undeniably satisfying about watching the powder mix with the milk, going from fine and crumbly and turning into a sweet liquid mixture to later be drizzled over your pastries.

Maybe it was the motions of your hand as you manipulated the spoon. Maybe it was the ambiance of the room, surrounded by the two men you loved and planned to spend the rest of your life with. Either way, the song that had quietly been thrumming at the back of your mind wandered to the front, and the next thing you knew, you were humming.

Bakugou and Kirishima looked up at the sound of your voice, small smiles spreading their lips. Eijirou recognized the tune you were quietly singing to yourself, quickly adding his voice to your own. Your cheeks heated when you met his eyes, yet you continued to hum along with him. For a moment, you were both content with hitting the notes (or at least, trying to in some people's cases) wordlessly. But then you came upon the chorus, and it was as though you simultaneously reached a shared agreement that it should be belted out properly.

"S'GONNA TAKE A LOT TO DRAG ME AWAY FROM YOUUUU! THERE'S NOTHING THAT A HUNDRED MEN OR MORE COULD EVER DO! I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICAAAA—"

Bakugou watched you with an expression of general disgust and confusion. This was an act, of course, for the most part. He could never quite get used to the spontaneous concerts you both would occasionally throw, singing whatever obnoxious song that came to your minds. You probably only had one brain cell between you two, and it was a tossup of who got it for the day. But there was something about it that made his heart stir and his neck prickle. Maybe it was the absolute glow about Kirishima as he threw back his head to belt out lyrics. Maybe it was the way you had taken the spoon out of the icing bowl, singing at it as if it were a microphone. Bakugou would die before he ever joined in, but he never objected to watching.

The moment the song finished, you started on another. Kirishima turned to you as a new idea struck you. You lifted your hands to a sort of air guitar, playing a bit of the intro to the song in your head before beginning to sing again:

"We're no strangers to love. You know the rules, and so do I~"

Kirishima smiled, liking the way you thought. He admired your sense of humor and how well you went along with goofing off with him. The redhead let you sing the first verse, dancing around the kitchen space from him to Bakugou, looking at each of them as you sang some of the lyrics and wiggling your eyebrows.

It wasn't long before Eijirou jumped in again, joining you as you sang to Katsuki. "Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and, desert you~"

Eijirou took your spoon as you rocked out on your personal invisible guitar, going to town on chords that didn't exist.

Bakugou fought down the butterflies swarming in his stomach at the sight of you two having fun. You would lean against him and grin up into his face from one side, while Kirishima draped an arm over his shoulders and passionately sang into your spoon. Katsuki noticed that some of the icing had dripped down onto his hand, but the redhead seemed to not have noticed.

You paused to giggle at Kirishima, who started taking the song as seriously as he could. His eyes were squeezed shut, fist curled into a ball as he drew out some of the lyrics as though it were so much more than an old-timey memed love song. You let your voice fade as he did his own thing, only offering it as further back up vocals. Eventually, he reached the final reiteration of the chorus, and let himself riff on the final lines as a finisher. When he was done, he opened his eyes, finding that he had even kneeled down on the floor a little in his passion. He stood and grinned, and you enthusiastically applauded his performance.

"That was for you, babes!" he said, pointing at his small audience of two.

Bakugou scoffed, but you could hear how it was a little choked from how cute he had found it. The liar. Both you and Eijirou could see how his cheeks had changed a few shades darker right in front of you.

Kirishima strolled confidently back up to you, swooping each of you into an arm and kissing Katsuki full on the lips without warning. Bakugou's eyes widened at the contact, cheeks burning even more than before. Eijirou pulled back with a satisfying smack of his lips, diving in to give you the same treatment. As per usual, you were more receptive to the kiss, more than happy to throw your arms around his neck and partake in his lips.

"Enjoy the song, there?" you teased once you pulled back, tracing your fingers under his jawline.

"Hell yeah!" Eijirou flashed those perfect sharp little teeth of his in yet another heart-stopping grin. Did he have any idea what that smile did to both Bakugou and you? He had to know it turned your hearts to pure hot chocolate, right?

"Got a song rec, Bakubabe?" you asked, turning to your blond boyfriend. "You mustn't be excluded from our concert on this fine morning."

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Doesn't matter anyway because your shit rolls are almost done."

You glanced at the oven timer, which was, in fact, counting down the seconds until it went off. "Ha ha ha! My children!"

You slid out of Eijirou's hold to grab your oven mitt out of its drawer. The oven went off with a drawn-out beep the moment you stepped up to it, cracking the door open and taking a peek inside. A wonderful smell hit you in the face along with a gust of hot air, and the sight of six perfectly golden cinnamon rolls greeted you.

"Look at them!" you said as you pulled them out with your mitted hand. You turned off the oven and canceled the timer before walking back to the counter to let the pan cool.

"Can I ice them?" Eijirou asked, coming up behind you to get a good look.

"Not yet. They have to cool first."

"Aww, man."

You pulled out a new spoon to use for frosting, since the previous one had been breathed all over. Next you began to clear off the counter, picking up any pieces of orange peel abandoned from breakfast.

Kirishima leaned against the counter again, taking a deep breath of the cinnamon roll smell that had flooded the kitchen. "I love it when you bake, (Y/N)," he said. "It's so much fun. The kitchen smells great, everything always tastes great—"

"Always?" you asked skeptically with a smirk.

"I guess there was that one time," he admitted. "That was—that was probably not a very good idea."

"If it weren't for me," Bakugou cut in, "you would have burned the whole house down."

"An artist must experiment with her craft." You flipped your hair a bit, turning back to your kitchen maintenance. There wasn't much to do. Between both yours and Bakugou's preference for a neat house, your counters usually stayed pretty clear.

Eijirou glanced at the bowl of icing, dipping the tip of his finger into the white mixture. "You know what this looks like?"

"No," you and Bakugou said at the same time firmly, understanding what he meant immediately.

"Shot down," Eijirou said. "You're right, that wasn't that good."

You putzed for another minute, finally hovering your hand over the cooling pan. "That should be good enough."

You had Eijirou harden the tips of his fingers to hold the pan as you began moving the rolls out onto a plate. He started humming again as you drove the spatula under the baked goods.

"Seriously?" Bakugou asked, having inched closer to watch. "Again with the singing?"

"I've got a song in my manly, chivalrous heart," Kirishima said, turning to grin at him. "Can't help it. I'm in the zone."

"I'm liking this zone," you said. "It's fun."

You pushed the icing bowl to Eijirou and took out another spoon for yourself, dipping it in and allowing the sugary liquid to drizzle over the golden brown confections. Kirishima did the same on his own, still humming the tune of Be A Man from Mulan and nodding his head to the individual notes. You danced along with him, moving your hips to his favorite Disney song.

Kirishima's eyes wandered down to your swaying movements. You really did wear those shorts nicely.

You jumped at the sensation of a large hand gently grabbing at your butt. Turning, you saw Eijirou's slight smile on his lips. "Eiji?"

"What?"

"Didn't you get enough last night?"

Kirishima shrugged, finally removing his hand. "Can't a man admire his woman's perfect body?"

You rolled your eyes, tapping the sugar-coated spoon to his nose.

He blinked at the cold sticky sensation, going cross-eyed in an attempt to look at the drop of icing. "Yeah, I probably deserved that."

You smirked and rolled your eyes as you went back to icing your cinnamon rolls, watching Eijirou out of the corner of your eye. He was trying to figure out if his tongue was long enough to lick it off the tip of his nose, but so far, of course, he was having difficulties.

"Idiot," Bakugou said, taking Kirishima's chin and turning his face to his. He captured the sweet white droplet between his lips and swiped his tongue over it.

Kirishima's eyes widened at the gesture. "Katsuki?"

"What?" Bakugou shot him a teasing grin. "You had something on your face."

You chuckled at the two of them, tearing off a roll from the bunch. Eijirou noticed your action and took one for himself, cheeks a little pinker than usual. Bakugou watched as you both bit down.

Eijirou bounced a little on his toes as he chewed the sweet bread. "So good!"

You smiled and nodded in agreement. "Mhm!"

Bakugou looked from you to Kirishima, then to the plate of warm rolls.

"Sure you don't want one, Katsuki?" you asked. "They're pretty good."

The blond sighed, finally grabbing a roll for himself. "It's too late to be cooking breakfast now."

"He cracked!" you said, turning your gaze to Kirishima.

"Did not." Bakugou aggressively took a large bite out of his cinnamon roll.

"You said you weren't going to have any." You cocked your head at him, taking another bite of your own.

"Did I?" Bakugou smirked at you and licked a bit of frosting off his lip.

You thought back for a moment. Maybe he hadn't. He'd certainly acted like it though. 

"Well, do you like it?" you prodded.

"Sure." Bakugou shrugged and examined the cross-section of his roll. "Probably would have been better if you'd actually made it yourself."

You folded your arms. "Too much work. I wanted a cinnamon roll and they had them in the store. Simple as throwing them in the oven."

"But the preservatives," he argued.

"But my lacking baking skills. Besides, now I'll live forever."

"Hah? That's not how that works, dumbass."

"Well, I think they're perfect." Eijirou cut in. He put an arm around you and Katsuki and pulled you into either side of him. "You've got the spice—" he kissed Katsuki on his cheek, "—and you've got the sugar." He kissed your cheek.

"What the fuck, Shitty Hair."

"I'm not always sugar," you half-heartedly protested, snorting a little at his cheesiness and ignoring Bakugou.

Eijirou paused for a second, considering. "Yeah, okay. But . . . my metaphor."

"Your metaphor is stupid."

You swatted at Katsuki. "Oh, shut up. What are you in this situation, Eiji?"

He thought for a moment, then shrugged. "I'm not sure."

"Hmm . . . maybe you tie us together," you said, beginning to run your fingertips over his forearm. "Roll us up tight in your arms."

Both Kirishima and Bakugou blinked at you for a moment, cheeks dusted a shade darker than normal.

"So we're a cinnamon roll?" Kirishima asked.

"Ye—"

"I AM NOT A CINNAMON ROLL!" Katsuki shuffled against Eijirou's arm without really trying to get away.

"I think you are," you said. "What do you say, Eiji? He's an adorable smol bean—"

"No."

"—too precious for this world—"

"NO."

"—protecc at all costs—"

Bakugou threw the remaining third of his cinnamon roll at you, and it bounced off your head onto the floor.

"HEY—!"

He slipped out of Kirishima's arm for real this time, making an advance towards you. You ducked out of the redhead's hold too, running off to the living room.

"I PUT MY HEART AND SOUL INTO THOSE ROLLS, KATSUKI!" you called behind you.

"Sure."

"JUST ADMIT YOU'RE MY PRECIOUS BABY CINNAMON ROLL."

"Never!"

Eijirou listened to the sounds of his partners chasing each other through the house. Finishing off his morning treat, he smiled, thinking about how lucky he was to have the two of you. You no longer hid anything from each other, and everything was laid out in the open. Your futures were bright, and Kirishima knew in his heart that you'd forever be happy as long as you were together. From now on, your feelings would remain disclosed.

☆*･゜ﾟ･**･゜ﾟ･*☆.☆*･゜ﾟ･**･゜ﾟ･*☆

[Big Secret]

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[notalwaysthevillian]

Brewing Love

Hello friends, and welcome to another AU.

Warnings: medicine mention, food mention, there’s a cat, let me know if there’s anything else!

Pairings: Remile; background Logicality & eventual Prinxiety

Word Count: ~1.3k

Based on this post by @teacupfulofstarshine! (Thank you so much for letting me write it, Star!)

Thank you to @onenightjoanly for looking this chapter over for me!

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Chapter 1

Setting the last stool on the counter, Remy took a step back. “You know, cuz, I was doubting this plan. But you’ve really pulled it off.”

Their new coffee shop looked great. The tan walls and the wooden floors worked well together. The Cozy Corner was full of pillows and bean bag chairs for anyone who’d need it. And, at Remy’s insistence, they had plenty of outlets.

It was perfect.

“We pulled it off.” Logan’s cheeks flushed pink. “I’d rather not admit it, but I needed the two of you to accomplish this.”

“Aww, Lo, that’s so sweet!” Patton pressed a kiss to Logan’s cheek, making his blush deepen.

Holding back a smirk at the nickname, Remy looked around. “Everything’s put up and clean. What time did you want me back here, Boss Man?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me that. And be here at 6.”

“So, 6:30? Gotcha.” With a wink at Patton, who giggled, Remy turned and headed out the door.

“No later than 6, Rem!”

Two minutes later, Remy was unlocking the door to his apartment. The second he walked in, Chai began winding around his legs, mewing.

“One second baby.”

Tossing his coat on the bench, he pulled her food out of the fridge, peeling away the lid. She plopped down in front of her food bowl, her tail swishing on the floor.

Remy scraped it into the food bowl with a spatula before gently rubbing her head. “There you go sweetie.”

Thankful that Logan had ordered them pizza earlier, Remy breezed through his nightly routine. When the clock hit 11, he popped his Ambien and threw the blankets over himself. Chai nudged the door open minutes later, jumping up and curling on her pillow.

“Goodnight, baby.”

The next morning, Remy groaned as his alarm went off, loud enough to scare Chai out of the room. He fumbled with his phone, sighing with relief as he managed to turn it off.

He stumbled into the shower, shivering as the icy water snapped him awake.

Once dressed, he fed Chai and grabbed a protein bar. Throwing on his bomber, he called out his goodbyes to her before heading out the door.

He walked into the shop at 6 on the dot, finding Logan and Patton already there.

“Wow, you’re on time for once?” Logan teased.

Remy raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got some flour on your cheek.”

Flushing a deep pink, Logan wiped it off. “I started the brews. Can you make sure the espresso machine has beans?”

Working in tandem, Logan and Remy opened the store. Every once in a while Patton would come out of the kitchen and put a pastry in the display case, as well as giving them compliments.

By the time it hit 7, they already had a few people waiting outside the door.

“Let ‘em in, Rem.”

Smiling brightly, Remy walked over and unlocked the door, throwing it open. “Welcome to Fuckoffee!”

“REMY!”

“FINE. You’re entering Get Roasted. If you want to be insulted, grab a mug on the left. If not, grab one on the right. See you at the counter, bitches.”

He held back a laugh as one of the older women gasped. “Is that how you treat your customers?”

“Hey, at least we’re giving you a choice. Would you rather we just insulted you right out the gate?”

The woman crossed her arms. “I think you should be more polite.”

“I think you shouldn’t tell me how to run my business.” Logan said as he walked up. He nudged Remy, who headed back behind the counter. “If you don’t like it, the door is right there, Helen.”

“It’s Susan.” She corrected.

A laugh left Logan’s mouth. “It’s all the same to me.”

With a huff, Susan turned and headed out the door. Logan turned to the small group mingling by the mugs. “Any of you have an issue?”

“No way! That was awesome!” One of them said, flashing him a smile. “I’m telling all of my friends about this place.”

“I don’t care what you do.” Logan deadpanned before heading into the kitchen, hiding a smile as he heard the group laugh.

Remy leaned on the counter, watching as one of the girls grabbed a black ‘insults’ mug and brought it up. “Whaddaya want?”

“A venti vanilla bean latte.”

“One basic white girl, coming up!” He called out.

He quickly made the drink before ringing her up. “4 dollars or no drink.”

“Is that with tax?” She asked, inserting her card into the machine.

A snort came out of Remy’s mouth. “You know that the neither of us don’t understand how tax works.”

Grabbing her drink, she threw $5 in the tip jar. “Thanks!”

The rest of the morning flew by, with a decent amount of people getting offended and leaving. Around one, they started to slow down, leaving Remy some time to clean the machines.

“Pardon me?”

Remy whirled around, an insult on his tongue. It died immediately when he saw the ‘polite white’ mug in the man’s hand.

A hand that was attached to an extremely attractive body. Who knew a cardigan could look so good?

“Hello there.” Remy said, sliding over to the counter. “What can I get you, handsome?”

Big brown eyes blinked back at him through a pair of glasses. “Why thank you! I’ll have a hot cocoa please. With soy milk if you could.”

“No problem! Coming right up.”

Remy made the drink at lightning speed, hoping to chat a little more with the clueless cutie. He handed it over with a flirty smile. “What brings you to our neck of the woods?”

“Oh, one of my patients came in this morning and told me all about this place!” He waved his hand in the air as he talked. “He told me that it was a breath of fresh air compared to most other coffee shops. It was the most I’ve ever gotten him to talk in a session, so I just had to come check this place out. The concept is extremely interesting. How did you come up with the idea?”

“It was mostly my cousin that thought of it. I’d told him that I was sick of seeing people bully their way into getting a free drink at my favorite coffee shops.” Remy stopped his story for a second to ring up another customer. He handed them their pastry before launching right back into it. “Logan had been wanting to run a business for a while, so he mentioned having a place where you could fire back at the customers. And if you’re the boss, you can’t get in trouble for it. So this place was born.”

The man placed his now empty mug down, the charms on his bracelet jingling. Remy’s eyes glanced over the charms, seeing ‘he/him’ written on them.

“I like your bracelet.”

“Oh, thanks.” The blush that crept up his face just made him look even cuter. “It helps my patients. They know whether it’s a he day or a she day or sometimes a they day.”

Seeing the tentative look in his eyes, Remy reached out, running his hands over the charms. “Don’t worry. We’re extremely LGBTQ friendly. Logan is gay, his boyfriend is pan, and I’m bi. If anyone cracks an offensive joke here, Logan’s policy is that they have one chance to fix it. It hasn’t happened yet, but he says that he’ll educate them and if they’re still rude, then they’re banned.”

“I’ll be telling all of my patients about this place then.” The man rose from his seat, grabbing his mug to put in the dish tray. “Thank you again!”

Remy watched him carefully set his mug in the tray before heading out the door.

It was only when he was serving the next customer that he realized he’d forgotten to get the man’s name.

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" I'm just working up the nerve," fenton and idk

Della Duck has been back for three weeks, and Fenton still hasn’t met her.

He’s seen her, in pictures, on a video feed, and in the news.

She’s also been to the lab, but they’ve never spoken. He doesn’t know if she’s even noticed him.

She’s only there for Gyro.

When Team Science first received word (read: Scrooge running downstairs at the speed of light and screaming incoherently at them between breaths) that Della was alive and coming home, Gyro immediately brightened. He was happier, kinder, more energetic. He started taking breaks, getting sleep, drinking less (though still way more than healthy) coffee, and putting his inventions aside.

To see Della.

Fenton knows Della was one of Gyro’s childhood friends. Perhaps the only one. He knows he was devastated when his own creation caused her assumed death. He knows Gyro was beyond overjoyed to see his friend home safe and sound, to see one creation that didn’t go faulty for once.

But it still hurts, to see Gyro beam at Della apropos of nothing when he rarely smiles at Fenton, to see them walking together, to see him leaving the lab for her. Fenton doesn’t know why at first. Gyro deserves friends and breaks and happiness. And he’s yelling at Fenton less and less.

But it doesn’t click until M’ma waves a paper excitedly in his face, too fast for his quick eyes to read it. “Your jerk boss is in the papers!!”

Fenton grabs the paper out of her hand. It crumbles under his grip as his fingers go white.

It’s one of her cheap tabloids, full of fabricated gossip. Fenton is always blowing them off, but now he can’t peel his eyes away.

LONG-LOST NIECE OF SCROOGE MCDUCK SECRETLY DATING CHIEF SCIENTIST?!!?!??

Below is a picture of Della and Gyro, caught mid-laugh. They’re holding coffees and strolling in the park.

Gyro hates the park. He’s angrily turned down Fenton’s many requests to go work in the sunshine and nature, even when he cites multiple sources about how it improves productivity.

“It’s nice that he’s finally found a girl to settle down with,” M’ma muses, almost triumphantly. “Maybe she’ll mellow him out.”

When Fenton doesn’t respond, he can feel the heat of her concerned gaze. “Pollito?”

“I have to go,” Fenton mumbles, grabbing his coat off the rack. “I’m going to be late for work.”

“Pollito? Fenton, it’s summer! Get your coat back here!” she yells as he rushes away. He barely hears her.

Once he’s in the car, he squeezes his eyes shut and lets hot tears prick painfully at the edge of his eyes.

I’m jealous. Oh duck, I’m jealous. Gyro is going out with Della and I never seized my chance and now my stupid jealousy is ruining everything.

How on earth am I going to face him today?

—-

Fenton gets lucky. The lab is empty when he enters. Once upon a time, this would have been ludicrous. Gyro practically slept in the lab. But now, half the time, he’s never here.

Out with Della, Fenton presumes. He sighs and sits down at his desk. His head falls heavy into his hands and he massages his temples, trying to get a grip so he can look somewhat presentable when his coworkers arrive.

The lab door slides open and Fenton ducks his head, pretending to be buried in scattered papers from a project he finished last week. Footsteps echo slowly through the lab, and Fenton prays with all his heart it’s not Gyro.

He gets his wish.

“Hello?” a female, familiar voice asks, and Fenton’s head shoots up of its own volition. He’s cursing himself a mile a minute.

Della is standing in the lab, bright as ever but looking rather lost. In her hand is a faded blue folder, one Fenton has seen many times before.

It’s the Gizmoduck folder.

Gyro never lets it leave the lab on his life.

Fenton tries to duck behind his desk, but it’s too late. Della has spotted him and is hurrying over, a bright smile on his face.

“Hey!” she shouts, smiling. He envies how carefree and happy she is. “Gyro left this at my place and I wanted to bring it back for him. Can you tell me where it goes?”

Fenton swallows. “Uh, I’ll just take that. It goes in a drawer in Gyro’s file cabinet, but only he has the key.”

Della nods and hands the file to him. Fenton tucks it securely in his desk drawer, under some other files. He hopes Gyro won’t be too mad when he finds out Fenton has it, but this is the most secure place he can think of. Gyro doesn’t trust him with keys.

“So, I don’t think we’ve met,” Della pulls his attention back to her. She extends a hand, smiling. “I’m Della Duck, adventurer extraordinaire. And you?”

“Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera,” he replies simply. “Pleased to meet you.”

Her eyebrows arch upwards. “Oh. You’re Gyro’s assistant, right?”

Fenton shrugs. “Well- Yeah..”

He doesn’t know if Gyro has told her about Gizmoduck yet. If he mentions it and he hasn’t, Gyro will have his head. But Della might think him rude for trying to hide things.

“Do you have any embarrassing stories about Gyro?” Della’s eyes gleam with mischief, and suddenly Fenton doesn’t see a young woman but a familiar boy clothed in blue.

He smiles, shrugging. “It’s Gyro. Of course I do.” Suddenly daring, he raises one eyebrow. “But you must have way more, being…. childhood friends and all.”

Della shrugs, rolling her eyes. “I was sixteen when I met him. I don’t think that really counts,” she laughs. “But some of the tabloids say we’re dating! Can you believe that crap?”

“Wait, so you’re not dating?” Fenton blurts out, then immediately wishes he’d kept his mouth shut.

Della raises an eyebrow, smiling ubelievingbly. “You kidding, dude? Gyro’s gay as duck.”

The surprise must show clear on Fenton’s face because Della barks a laugh and Fenton couldn’t help but smile. Her laugh fills up the empty lab. “Maybe it’s cause I’m hella bi with a preference for girls, but I knew from the beginning.. No doubt about it.”

Fenton smiles shyly. He’s worried and stressed about Della for weeks, but now he can’t imagine why. She’s so easy to talk to and uplifting.

So he overshares, as usual. “Me too!”

Della’s entire face lights up, and she raises her hands for an excited high ten. Fenton hesitates before giving it to her. “Awesome!!! Bi buddies!! Oh, this is so cool!”

Her enthusiasm is contagious, and Fenton beams back at her.

“So.” Della sets her chin in her palm, smirking. “You like boys, Gyro likes boys…. when are you gonna ask him out?”

“What?!” Fenton nearly springs out of his seat. “I’m not going to ask him out!!!”

“But you’re both dorky scientists! You’d be perfect together!” Della laments. “C’mon, Fen, just give it a chance.”

Fenton shrugs, chuckling sadly. “He probably doesn’t like me. He yells at me all the time. I would have snapped a long time ago, but he’s barely in the lab anymore.”

“Trust me, he likes you.” Della replies almost immediately.

“How do you know that?” Fenton asks, and Della doesn’t answer.

The familiar hum of the elevator startles them both, and Della lays a hand on Fenton’s shoulder as she gets up. “Just promise me you’ll think about it, ‘Kay?”

“Okay.” Fenton smiles noncommittally and watches Della bounce over to Manny.. They strike up a conversation as if nothing happened. Fenton can’t recall them ever meeting.

—

A week passes before Della comes to the lab. She brought gormet coffee and pastries, making everyone’s day (except Gyro’s, who complains because he’s embarrassed).

As she passes by Fenton’s desk she simply raises an eyebrow.

Fenton sighs. “I’m just working up the nerve.”

Della grins. “Well, work faster! I know what kind of work ethic Gyro installs in his employees. Use it!!”

Fenton raises an eyebrow. “You mean, the no sleep and cheap coffee work ethic? I prefer sleep productivity, thanks.”

Della rolls her eyes and pats him on the shoulder. “Just do it! You two would be so cute!”

Her voice rises with excitement, and Fenton glances nervously at Gyro. His head is buried in blueprints.

Oh man, I hope he didn’t hear. I don’t know what I’d do if he did.

—

It’s been one week and five days since Fenton originally spoke to Della. He’s been counting.

He usually drives himself home or takes the bus, but tonight is a rare evening out with his M’ma. He waits for her in front of the Money Bin, bag swinging slightly against his legs. He’s lost in thought, but startled out of it by slow footsteps behind him.

Fenton doesn’t turn around. It’s probably just another employee, ready to head home and not in any hurry to stop and chat. He knows that from experience, and people (read: Gyro) tell him he’s too chatty and his long conversations aren’t productive.

The footsteps stop beside him, and Fenton glances up to see… Gyro.

The scientist takes a deep breath and stares straight ahead. Fenton offers him a small smile, but Gyro avoids his gaze. He sighs and turns away.

He thinks that will be the end of it, that they’ll stand in silent solidarity, but then he spots a plane taking off from Duckberg Airport, and he’s suddenly reminded of his promise to Della.

Her voice echoes in his head. Just ask him out! You’re both total dorks.

“Have you seen the new Spiderduck movie?” Fenton finds himself asking.

Gyro glances at him, surprised. Fenton braces himself for a rebuke, but all he says is “The multiverse one?”

Fenton nods and Gyro shakes his head. “Seems improbable.”

“Would you want to go see it on Thursday with me?” Fenton blurts out, and immediately snaps his mouth shut.

Gyro’s eyes widen. “That’s a date, Cabrera.” His tone is dripping with condescension, and Fenton winces. He turns away. This was a mistake.

He can feel the heat of Gyro’s gaze on him. “Did Della have something to do with this? She was talking about that movie the other day. Her kids won’t stop talking about it.”

Fenton crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, yeah, but she didn’t specify what to do.” His voice trails off at the end and his cheeks are burning. He hopes his brown feathers hide his furious blush from view.

Gyro pauses. “So she told you to ask me out on a date,” he affirms. Fenton nods, anxiety swimming in his stomach.

“Ugh. Of course she did. I should have known. I’m a genius, after all. Why couldn’t I predict this?!” Gyro groans.

Fenton raises an eyebrow. His heart is pounding so loud Mr. McDuck can probably hear it from his mansion. “It seemed like an unpredictable, random event. And Della herself seems like a rather unpredictable person.”

Gyro sighs heavily. “I told her I like you,” he mutters through clenched teeth, as if he already expected Fenton to know.

Fenton freezes. This was not one of his predicted outcomes, even the very unlikely one where it suddenly starts  snowing in the middle of a warm, early autumn (0.001% probability according to his calculations)..

“Oh,” is all he can manage. “Oh. Oh.”

Gyro smirks, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “You know what, Fenton? I’d like to see that movie. So that when Huey comes over on Monday I can refute all his theories.”

Fenton beams. “Wonderful.”

Tires screech as a familiar compact police van pulls up in front of them. Gyro flinches, but Fenton is already rushing up to the car. The window rolls down and Gloria smiles brightly from the driver’s seat.

“See you on Thursday, Gyro!” Fenton shouts as he shuts the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at work!” Gyro shouts back, but he’s smiling, and his cheeks are tinted pink.

M’ma turns to Fenton, raising an eyebrow. “What’s happening on Thursday, Pollito?”

Fenton flushes red and mutters something incomprehensible, sliding down in the seat in embarrassment. Gloria chuckles. “Sit up straight, Fenton..”

His phone chimes with a new text and he glances down.

UNKNOWN [6:19 pm]: you’re welcome, lovebird!! didn’t i tell you it would work out between you two?

FENTON [6:19 pm]: We haven’t gone on our date yet. Should I even ask how you got my number.

DELLA [6:19 pm]: nope. enjoy your date!!

FENTON [6:20 pm]: oh, I will!

DELLA [6:20 pm]: skdskdskdskdskds remember this is all because of me when i crash one of gyro’s inventions k?

FENTON [6:21 pm]: …should I be worried?

DELLA [6:21 pm]: nope! i’ll be with launchbae

DELLA [6:21 pm]: *launchpad sorry autocorrect

FENTON [6:22 pm]: LOL you need advice from the master, lovebird?

DELLA [6:22 pm]: sdksdks no ur a disaster

~

oof I can’t remember if you ship fenro or not SORRY

Fenton and Della is not a pairing I would have thought of but now they’re brotp you can’t stop me

flustered fenton is best fenton!!!

so many times while typing this i accidentally typed fenron which autocorrected to fenro and if that’s not fitting i don’t know what is

sorry for the wait! i didn’t mean for it to take this long dfghjjhgf

[pea-milk]

Get to know me tag 🌙

I was tagged by the lovely @fourfinefreshfishforyou and @rosymiel . Thank you!

I tag @dafadolly  @early-grape  @simulationcowboy @bratsims @obi-uhie@crescentcrustacean @cupidlet @ridgeport @faaeish @herbalbrew and anyone else who would like to do it. (Also you dont have to do this if ya dont wanna. It’s a lot of questions lmao)

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Eliav somethin somethin

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? Eli...?? I sometimes go by ben

3. BIRTHDAY? 1st of September

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? None

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? Aliens probably

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? Toni Morrison or David Sedaris

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? NPR or this one french music station once awhile. 

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? Ah either spicy anything or a nice fruity flavor with vanilla

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? “Oh Cool” or just literally great/wonderful

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? Railroad Bill - Andrew Bird or Sabor a Mi - Kali Uchis

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? Orke / Gide or anythin with hard “ch” 

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? You Are The Light - Jens Lekman

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? Uh Dark! I recently watched it and it was good!

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN?  The Ritual. Its a good horror movie.

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? Yes. But not like...hardcore? I dont like online multi player just like casual games. I will however become a hardcore gamer once I get my lil goblin hands on Red Dead Redemption 2. Yeehaw.

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? Idk why but I think it’s bad luck to name your fears out loud. 

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? Mm...Humour? 

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? I lack...empathy ...and have a very hard time relating to people

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? I like both.

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? Autumn.

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? No.

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? Being able to just be...loose? Just not have to worry about things.

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? I’d like to say my highschool “bestfriends” but we havent talked in a hot while.

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? Hazel

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? Dirty Blonde

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? Hm.

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? No one lmao

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? Not a specific individual but just...people who’ve left my life? People I dont talk to or see. Just wonderin how life goes for them.

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? Uh, not in a longterm sense, but just being in the apartment alone and going to work.

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? Small deviances.

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? Courage the Cowardly Dog, Hey, Arnold or Country Mouse City Mouse.

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? Hmm...No one? 

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? Somewhat.

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? No.

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT? Behind.

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? Gardening.

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? Calypso - David Sedaris

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Ballad of Buster Scruggs. 

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? I used to play violin and clarinet.

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? Wombats.

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? I like just sorta weird aesthetic blogs or overall blogs with no general direction.

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? Shape-shifting or just like bein immortal but the kind where, if for example, my head were to be chopped off from my body, I’d just be a conscious, bastard head.

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? In my room or a quiet cafe while it rains outside.

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? Small things. Nothin real specific

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? I used to do track and lacrosse. I hated both.

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? Lavender Lemonade or a Cappuccino. 

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? Yesterday. I write post-cards to a ceramic teacher that I still keep in touch with. He’s a very funny man. 

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? Depends.

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? Sloppiness. Just general disorganization. (Also loud chewing)

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? Yes.

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? I dont generally eat heavy meats. Especially red because I vomit if I do. I eat a lot of fish though.

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? An Undertaker. I met one at a friends funeral, she was very interesting.

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? Hmm. Maybe a rural-ized time locked town? Or a cabin in the middle of a foggy evergreen wood, not really fantasy I suppose.

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? Health.

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? No.

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? If it’s a rock ballad in the middle a long road trip with friends, yes, but mostly I sing when alone.

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? Yes. Alot.

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? I’ve tiny places, or just moments that I enjoy.

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? A lot of places. Mostly rural.

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Two Dogs. Zelda and Charlie.

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? Night Owl.

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? Both.

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? No. Im gay.

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? Earbuds.

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? Yes.

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? No specific genre.

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? ...No one

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? Not recently.

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? Selfishness.

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? Physical copies are nice. I like the smell.

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? I’m not in school but uh Math. Art.

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? 1

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? Vanilla Extract.

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 179cm

75. CAN YOU COOK? Yes. I bake for a living. I make a mean puff pastry.

76. WHAT ARE THREE FOUR THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? Smelling spices, like cinnamon, red peppers, hard rain, when my dog snores.

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? Sweat, being yelled at, alcohol

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? More male identifying friends.

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? Bi. More lenient towards male identifying individuals.

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? The US.

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? My Manager.

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Thursday.

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? None really. Just the weird video once awhile. Like “will it blend.”

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? Yes and no.

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? ????

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? I get along with my mother when I can. Father could be dead for all I care.

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? Any accent.

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? Too many places

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? I like 8 I suppose

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? No.

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? I was raised under a Jewish household, but as I’ve gotten older and more bitter, I’ve grown out of faith. However, I still identify as Jewish.

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OR THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? Yes and Yes.

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? Sometimes. Depends.

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? Peanuts.

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? Yes.

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? No.

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? If I act wrongly to someone I apologize right away.

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? Both.

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? None.

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? Yes.

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? Ravenclaw?

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? Once awhile.

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? Introvert.

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? Not anymore.

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? Yes and No. If its absolutely awful, then I’m quick to cut ties.

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? If there’s cash, take it. Return everything else. Sorry. 

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? Yes. As long as they keep accountability for there actions. 

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? In certain areas, but hardly.

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? Yes.

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? I did, but they closed up.

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? None really.

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? No.

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? Seeing a psychologist.

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? Somewhat.

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? Yes.

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? Probably.

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? The best friends I havent talked to in a while.

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? There’s a lot.

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? Yes.

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? Black. Earth tones. Problem Patterns.

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? Sometimes

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? Yes.

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 19

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? None.

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? Both

[itsswansecrets]

7:15 (OuaT, Emma/Regina

Title: 7:15 Fandom: Once Upon A Time Pairing: Emma/Regina Rating: G Word Count: 2936

Regina watched the Sheriff come in bang on 7:15am. Just like every morning. Her tan uniform shirt was pristine, as were her black pants and black boots. She sat in her usual corner booth and opened her newspaper.

“Every day.”

Regina turned to Ruby who was arranging the display of muffins, cookies and other treats on the front counter. “I know,” Regina said, talking in a hushed tone even though the sheriff was well out of earshot. “I don’t know how she manages to arrive at the exact same time every morning.”

“I wasn’t talking about her,” Ruby’s ruby-red lips turned up in a sickly sweet smile. “I was talking about you.”

“Me?”

"Yes you! Every day, every time the Sheriff comes in you make the exact same heart-eyes. I keep expecting to see cartoon hearts floating around your head."

Regina waved away Ruby’s foolishness and started making the Sheriff’s coffee. The Sheriff had the same thing every morning: coffee and a bear claw. Every morning Regina took it to her. Regina owned and managed The Magic Bean, and she insisted that while every other customer had to order at the counter providing table service was the least she could do for her best customer. The Sheriff always left a generous tip when she left her payment at the table. The Magic Bean wasn't the biggest coffee shop in town (Jefferson's Tea Rooms had that honor) but Regina liked to think it was the best. She took regulars like the Sheriff as proof.

Regina took the coffee and pastry to the Sheriff as always. They said a pleasant good morning to each other. When Regina got back to the counter Ruby was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

They served a wave of six customers that came in and Ruby was still grinning every time she looked at Regina.

“What is with you today?” Regina asked when the last of the customers in the wave had headed for a table.

“It’s not just the way you look at her,” Ruby said. “Once you’ve taken her coffee over you come back with a spring in your step.”

“Oh hush,” Regina rolled her eyes. “Now you’re being totally ridiculous.”

“There’s nothing ridiculous about it,” Ruby insisted. “Why should there be? She’s pretty hot. If it wasn’t for Dorothy I’d probably go ask her out myself.”

Regina snorted at the idea. Ask out the Sheriff! What nonsense! “Why don’t you worry more about your work and less about my love life.”

Regina looked over to the Sheriff. Well there was one true thing in what Ruby had said, Sheriff Swan was pretty hot. But the nonsense about heart-eyes and having a spring in her step was just absurd.

For a week and a half Regina had endured Ruby’s winks and conspiratorial smiles every morning. She had threatened to fire her if she didn’t quit it, though she’d been mostly jokingly.

Mostly.

7:15

The door opened. The little bell above it tinkled. Sheriff Swan came in, dressed neat, boots polished, her blonde hair in a ponytail. Still pretty hot. Maybe it was the uniform. Was that what she found enticing? Not that she found the Sheriff enticing of course, however there was nothing wrong with admitting that the Sheriff was objectively attractive.

“Got it really bad today huh?" Ruby teased.

Regina just raised her eyebrows at Ruby and shook her head.

The routine went on as normal. Regina took over the coffee and bear claw. They said good morning to each other. A friendly professional interaction. Nothing more.

Once she was back with Ruby Regina could tell she was desperate to say something. She was practically vibrating.

“Out with it,” Regina sighed when she couldn't take it any more.

Ruby leaned in close and very quietly said "The Sheriff was checking out your ass when you walked away."

"Seriously? Can we drop this already? When did your brain revert to high school mode?"

"She was, she totally was I swear on my life."

“You’d be better swearing on your job,” Regina said.  Her voice and expression and eyes deadly serious. “I know we’re friends Ruby, but really enough is enough. Please drop this.”

“Okay okay,” Ruby threw up her hands in exasperated surrender.

Regina looked over at the Sheriff. She was reading her paper and drinking her coffee. Of course she hadn't been checking her out.

“It’s just a bad idea,” Emma Swan reiterated.

“Why?” Deputy David Nolan asked again.

“Because it would be awkward. Imagine she said no.”

Emma and David were in her office at the Sheriff’s station going over the paperwork on a recent spate of break-ins in the downtown area. While Emma wanted to get to the bottom of the situation David had steered their talk elsewhere.

“Imagine she said yes,” David countered.

“It’s good coffee. Amazing coffee. I’m not going to risk making a fool of myself. I’d have to find a new place to go.”

David sighed. He saw there was going to be no persuading Emma so he dropped it. It had taken enough effort to get her to confess she thought the woman at The Magic Bean was attractive. Getting her to do something about it was a lost cause.

Emma passed him a report across the desk and changed the subject back to the break-ins.

Aside from a few looks she’d failed to hide Ruby had at last stopped badgering Regina about the Sheriff.

A week went by and on the following Monday something happened that hadn’t happened for a long time.

7:15.

Regina looked at the door.

She waited.

She waited.

She looked at her watch. It turned 7:16.

There was no sign of the Sheriff.

Irrational concern plucked at her thoughts and unwarranted fear churned in her stomach. She was, of course, allowed to be late. She was, of course, entitled to not come at all.

Regina worried anyway. Was she sick? Had she been hurt? Had she picked up something of Ruby’s silly notions and been made uncomfortable? Had she discovered coffee she preferred elsewhere?

As the minutes passed Regina knew that Ruby wanted to comment but appreciated the fact that she didn’t actually say something.

It was just dumb to have this kind of reaction just because one morning one of her regular customers hadn’t come in. It happened all the time. But there was a strange sense of loss. The morning just wasn’t the same without having seen Sheriff Swan. At 8:30 Regina messed up a simple customer order, giving them cream and no sugar instead of sugar and no cream. At 9:30 she dropped a pot of coffee, shattering it. As the morning went on she became frustrated and irate, snapping at Ruby for no reason at all. Every time the bell signalled someone coming in Regina looked up in hope.

It was just after lunch, after Belle French had started her shift, that Sheriff Swan finally came in. She looked exhausted. She nodded at Regina as she went to her usual booth which was unoccupied. It was a great relief to see her. Regina went over right away.

“Afternoon Sheriff, the usual or something else?”

The Sheriff looked up, stifling a yawn. “Usual would be great. I was up all night. There was a jailbreak a couple of counties over. It was a long night of road blocks and searching.”

“Did you get your man?”

“Darn right I did,” Emma smiled.

“Good,” Regina returned the smile. “I’ll be right back with your coffee.”

Back at the counter Regina set about making Emma’s drink. She could feel Ruby and Belle’s eyes on her. She stopped what she was doing and glared at them. "Fine, I find her attractive, I'm still not going to do anything about it." Her gaze dared them to say something about it. Wisely they both kept their mouths shut.

Once Regina had gone back over to Emma, the two of them all smiles, Ruby turned to Belle. "Well at least she admits it now."

"Doesn't matter if she's not going to ask her out," Belle sighed. They watched on. It was incredibly obvious watching them that Regina and Emma both were epically into each other.

"Even if I did like her, and I'm not saying I do, I don't even know if she's gay or bi or interested in me," said Emma from the passenger seat.

David was driving. They were on patrol around town, as much about public visibility as it was about looking for any signs of crime. It had been a couple of days since the all night hunt for the escaped prisoner. "She's definitely gay," David said with the confidence of a man who thought he knew what he was talking about.

Emma blinked. "How would you know that?" She found it implausible that David would suddenly become and expert in the sexuality of the manager of her favorite coffee shop.

"Mary-Margaret," he said.

"How does your wife know if she is gay or not?" Emma blinked as one possible way occurred to her. "They didn't date or something?"

"Oh, no no, nothing like that. She's good friends with Ruby who works there. Ruby was asking Mary-Margaret if she had any idea if you were into women."

"Why would Ruby want to know if I'm into women?"

David opened his mouth to answer, then hesitated. He took a second and decided to answer anyway. "I kinda told Mary-Margaret I wouldn't say anything because Ruby swore her to secrecy but apparently Ruby thinks Regina might be interested in you."

"And what exactly did Mary-Margaret tell Ruby?"

"The truth," David said.

"Mary-Margaret told me Emma's as gay as a sparkly rainbow unicorn," Ruby said to Regina as they were wiping down the tables at the end of the day. "Those were her exact words."

Regina stopped. "I thought we weren't going to mention this again, something about someone getting fired if they did."

"Hey you totally opened it back up for discussion when you told us you were into her," Ruby countered. She stepped back from the table she'd been cleaning, checking she hadn't missed any spots. "It's an official rule."

David eased the car around a right turn.

“Well it doesn’t matter anyway, gay or straight I’m not going to...”

“Take a chance?” David suggested.

Emma sighed the sigh of someone being forced to talk about something when they'd much rather be doing anything else. “More like take a risk. It’s just not worth the embarrassment.”

“If you don’t take risks you don’t get anywhere,” David slowed to a stop at a red traffic light. “If Mary-Margaret hadn’t taken a chance and talked to me we would have never gotten together and wouldn’t be happily married now.”

Emma shifted uncomfortably. “My track record with women sucks, it’ll be weird and awkward. Who asked out the lady that serves them coffee every morning?”

“Lots of people.”

“What possible good could come of it? Green light.” Emma gestured.

David glanced up sure enough the light had turned green. He resumed driving. “Romance and happiness?”

Emma rolled her eyes like that was the silliest thing she’d heard all day.

“Well,” said Regina, “even if she is gay it doesn’t make a difference.”

“Why not?” Ruby moved on to the next table, giving it a spray with cleaner then wiping.  

“I feel like a stuck record talking about this. It’s inappropriate and it wouldn’t be worth the embarrassment.”  

“If you don’t put yourself out there now and again nothing good will ever happen. Do you think Dorothy and I just magically turned into a couple? It took effort and taking chances and putting ourselves out there.”

Regina put her hands on her hips and huffed out a breath. “It’s not like I have a stellar history with dating. I hardly know her, and when she rejects me she'll never come here again. What good can come of me making a fool of myself?"

"You might get laid," Ruby waggled her eyebrows.

Regina's eyes narrowed to an icy glare.

"And you might get a date with a gorgeous woman who makes you smile like no one else does."

Regina rolled her eyes. "How about we just get this finished?"

That night Emma couldn't sleep for a long time. She rolled from one position to another and still sleep didn't come.

As much as she hated to admit it to herself she couldn't stop thinking about her conversation with David. Emma had been pretty sure that Regina was gay or bi, her gaydar was definitely lit up by her. Confirmation shouldn't have changed anything. But it had. Now she knew for sure another of her excuses for not doing anything about her attraction to Regina was shattered.

Emma was rapidly running out of reasons not to go for it.

In her mind scenario after scenario played out.  All the different things she could say. All the things Regina might say. Whole imaginary conversations unfolded. Some good. Some bad. Some joyous. Some painful. From the realistic to the outlandish the common thread in her flights of fancy was that she was brave enough to take the leap in the first place.

Eventually Emma drifted off into a restless slumber.

Regina made herself a cup of hot cocoa at one in the morning after trying and failing to get to sleep. She sat in the living room with late night junk TV on in hopes it would trigger her brain into sleep mode.

She barely noticed that a trashy Jerry Springer knock-off had come on. She only focused on the screen when one of the people on the show made some weird screeching noise and attacked one of the others. Regina turned the TV off. Even in her sleep deprived state she couldn't face such nonsense.

"How are you in my head like this?" Regina said aloud. "Emma. Emma. Emma Swan. Sheriff Swan." What was it about that particular woman that had gotten so under her skin? This wasn't like her. Regina had never been the kind of person to get infatuated like this.

She finished her cocoa and went back to bed. She couldn't help but imagine how nice it would be to have a certain blonde Sheriff to snuggle up with.

Not that that was ever going to happen.

The next morning Regina kept checking her watch.

7:10

7:11

7:12

"Waiting for something?" Ruby commented sweetly. “Or maybe someone?”

Regina didn’t rise to Ruby's bait.

7:13

Time wasn't this slow every morning was it? She checked the clock on the cash register. Sure enough her watch was right.

When 7:15 finally arrived Regina was busy taking an order from another customer. She glanced over and caught Emma’s eye as she came in. Right on time. Emma smiled and headed to her booth. Regina hurried to deal with her customer who was extremely particular about the complicated concoction he wanted.

Ruby took the job of making the very special coffee for Mr Particular, while Regina made Emma’s drink.

Coffee and bear claw were soon being taken by Regina to Emma. The journey to the booth seemed to be twice as many steps as usual.

“Good morning Sheriff,” Regina said as she set the coffee and pastry in front of Emma.

“Morning,” Emma looked up from her newspaper. To Regina she seemed off. Like she was on edge. Normally Emma appeared to be pretty laid back and at ease with the world. This morning though she looked jittery.

Regina almost asked if she was okay but decided against it. It made for an awkward moment, Regina looking like she was about to speak, and Emma waiting, fidgeting with her hands in front of her.

“Uh, enjoy,” Regina blurted.  

“Thanks,” Emma nodded.

Regina turned away. Instead of stepping away from the booth however she turned back.

Simultaneously Regina and Emma said “Would you like to...” They both stopped, flustered.

“Sorry,” Emma apologised and looked down at her coffee. “What were you saying?”

Regina shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “Oh I, well, I, never mind.” She forced a smile and started away again.

“Wait,” Emma stood up. Regina paused. “Ask me what you want to ask me.”

Regina swallowed her nerves. “I was wondering if sometime you’d like to do something, together. Like dinner or a movie.”

“I would,” Emma licked her lips and their eyes met.

“You would?”

“Absolutely.”

For a moment they just looked at each other.

Had she just...?

Did she say...?

“When?” Regina stepped a little closer.

“Are you free tonight, we go get dinner somewhere,” Emma suggested.

“That would be perfect.”

“Okay,” Emma tugged out her notebook, scribbled on a blank page then tore it off and handed it to Regina. Regina looked at it. It was a phone number. Emma’s phone number. It was tangible proof that this was not the total disaster she had prepared herself for. "If you text me your address I'll come pick you up, say around seven-thirty?"

Regina nodded. "Yes, I should uh," she waved back over to the counter where there were a few customers waiting. "I'll see you tonight Sheriff."

"Emma, if we're going to go on a date call me Emma."

"I'll see you tonight Emma."

Regina hurried to the counter. She was giddy. She was going on a date. She had a million and one things racing through her mind.

Before serving the next customer in line she looked over to Emma. Their eyes met again and they smiled at each other.

They were going on a date!

7:15 would never be the same.

Note: Written for @swanqueenweek day 2 - Coffee AU