#and then I had a scone with jam and cream

[pitconfirm]

had a great sandwich today so at least there’s that

[cherry-alive]

Possibly my favorite food in the world is scones with clotted cream and strawberry jam. It's just the most perfect, delicious food ever. I've only had it a few times, always at fancy tea shops in the city. It is basically impossibly to find clotted cream in stores in America, importing it is incredibly expensive, and making it yourself is a 12+ hour process that has always intimidated me.

But today I went to the fancy grocery store in town. A while back they expanded, and now sell many more products than they used to. And I found clotted cream there!!!!! I was shocked, I figured finding it in an American store would never happen, especially in a small town like mine. I'm so incredibly excited. Sometime very soon I'm going to make some scones and then have them with cream and jam!!!

[gorillaxyz]

chippy for dinner... heehee i like how L is british

[korinthiakos]

It has been made and y'all need i'mma eat it all 'cos the cravings are real today

[buyingaradspaceship]

it’s an autism day (feeling shit, autistically)

[missnoirr]

no YOU’RE grieving via baked goods

[ms-demeanor]

I'm not a huge fan of french toast so I don't make it all that often and when I do make it I prefer to eat it with this whipped cream cheese stuff that I make (8oz cream cheese, 8oz heavy whipping cream, 2tbsp powdered sugar, beat until fluffy) and raspberry jam. My dad also likes this, so when he was over this weekend I made some french toast. This, however, left us with a lot of leftover whipped cream cheese stuff and I was poking around trying to figure out what to eat it on when I realized that I had all the ingredients for scones, plus the raspberry jam and some lemon curd in my fridge.

I keep forgetting that it takes like less than half an hour to make scones if you have all the ingredients and a pastry cutter, and I almost always have all of the ingredients in a pastry cutter.

Anyway I ended up making us scones to have for breakfast to use up the last of the whipped cream cheese stuff as like a low-effort clotted cream and it fucking ruled. If you like scones you should know that it's actually pretty easy to make them. I should go make scones.

[writerthreads]

Americanisms that annoy the crap out of me in writing

By Writerthreads

Welcome back to another post! Today is a little rant/PSA for all of you who use American English and terminology.

When I read books that are meant to portray British characters, I get so annoyed when I read jarring Americanisms. Here’s a list of them that are especially annoying (I’m sorry):

“Pants”

Pants = underwear. Every time I read something on Ao3 along the lines of “Harry spilled a cup of tea on his pants” I immediately think of him drinking said tea in his undies which is absolutely hilarious.

Somebody who can’t afford to go to the GP/hospital??

Hello, we have the NHS which is free at the point delivery!!! #rare uk w

I had to fully stop reading a fic when a British character couldn’t afford medical care and that was a whole plot-line.

As a medical student, this scenario is fully bizarre for me to comprehend. The only situation in which someone wouldn’t seem medical attention from my pov is if they don’t want to wait for hours at the A&E

Chips/crisps/fries omfg

Chips= the fatter ones you get with fish and chips

Crisps: potato chips

Fries: the thinner ones from Maccies

Cookies vs biscuits

To this day, I still don’t fully get the cookie/biscuit thing but according to my British friends who get annoyed when I mix them up, biscuits are meant to be crunchier (eg. Chocolate digestives & jammie joggers), while cookies are softer, eg. chocolate chip cookies

Biscuits covered in gravy????

What is that. That is not a thing. The UK equivalent would be a scone (sweet, eaten with jam and clotted cream or smth like that and which one goes first is a whole debacle) or a Yorkshire pudding.

Accent/slang

Different people from different areas in the UK speak differently & have different vernacular. When who’s meant to be posh speaks in roadman talk, it’s the funniest thing ever, so please do research carefully!

Takeout

Unfortunately I do say this quite a bit, but people are saying this more in the UK now imo. Takeaway is the preferred term.

Fall

“It’s fall because the leaves fall form the treeeeees” no bro it’s autumn. I grimace every time I read this in a book set in the UK.

I could care less

Ok, then care less? It’s I couldn’t care less, which makes more sense anyways.

Fanny pack

Fannies mean something else in the UK lol. It’s a bum bag, but this term is used more now maybe?

Freshman year? College? Frats? Spring break?

We have a different education system :) uni is three years usually, colleges are halls at uni or sixth form colleges

Little annoyances:

Math: It’s maths. Mathematics.

Vacation: holiday (more interchangeable now tho)

“Line up”: “QUEUE up”

On accident: by accident

Trunk/hood: boot/bonnet (I do a weird mix and say boot/hood, my bad lol)

I drive stick vs I drive manual (learnt this from my ex). Most people in the UK (and Europe) drive manual because it’s supposedly superior

Movie: film (more interchangeable now)

Principal: headmaster/mistress

There’s probably a longer list somewhere…

Thank you for bearing with me. My friends are now subject to me saying ‘trousers’ every time they say ‘pants’, I can’t help it (help I’m getting colonised)

Also look up slang (esp slang from certain parts of London, or roadman slang), they’re hilarious and I can’t help but say some of them now (I blame my friends but honestly calling a meal a scran is so funny)

Anyways goodbye

[hoenoredone]

A TYPICAL DATE

tags: sfw, fluff, headcanons, enstablished relationship characters: gojo, geto, nanami, naoya, inumaki, yuuta, noritoshi

GOJO SATORU

cat café

he's a cat dad and you're never going to convince otherwise. because of his job it's quite difficult for him to keep a pet in the house, he feels too bad leaving it all alone for days at the time (do not worry, the ball of fluff would have an automatic feeder and a self cleaning litter). so he gets his fix at a cat café. it's perfect, really: he can pet all the cats, and you can eat and drink to your heart's content while seeing him all happy and giddy.

GETO SUGURU

dinner and a movie

he's a wanted simple man, he's perfectly content setting the table while you stir fry the meat he had left in the fridge to marinate for the whole day. he'd fry up some popcorn after dinner and drizzle them in butter and salt. he loves it when you rest your head on his shoulder, especially if the movie turns out to be boring. he lets you fall asleep and does his best not to wake you at the end of the film. when nanako and mimiko make fun of him the day after for carrying you to the bed bridal style, he can only smile and ruffle their hair.

NANAMI KENTO

petit pâtisserie

he has a sweet tooth, sorry i don't make the rules. he doesn't like sickeningly sweet pastries, but a french press coffee and a slice of opéra cake are perfectly within his taste. he watches you eat an english scone with strawberry-rhubarb jam and clotted cream and sip on your darjeeling tea as he listen to you talk about whatever is on your mind. he notices some crumbs on your lower lip and tries to discretely let you know, but you're too absorbed in your own world to notice. so he gently wipes them away for you and notices a slight blush dusting your cheeks.

ZEN'IN NAOYA

michlin star restaurant

it's really not a date, it's more of an interview. he doesn't date just to date, he dates to marry. he needs to be the perfect heir for the zen'in clan, he needs a wife and a child. so he takes you to an incredibly expensive restaurant and grills you with questions. at the start it's not the most pleasant experience, but as the date goes on (if you answer his questions correctly) he loosens up and lets you speak freely. he doesn't even realize it, but he feels like he has a lot to prove, so once he decides that it's worth it he orderes his favorite wine (coincidentally the most expensive one) and shoos the waiter away to pour you a glass himself.

INUMAKI TOGE

arcade

please he loves the pinball machines, literally spends hours on them. you take turns at the claw machines to try and win each other a plushie (that riceball looks just like him? how?) and lose almost three thousand yen. he watches you play a shooter game and gets playfully annoyed when you don't listen to his tips. almost spills his coke all over one of the machines when you finally win your first game of the night. he offers you karaage to celebrate and you almost choke on the sauce when he imitates the panicked face you had during the game.

OKKOTSU YUUTA

picnic at the dog park

can he pet that dog? can he please pet that dog?? you bring the food and a table cloth, and he brings plates, cutlery, drinks and two different brands of dog treats. you could swear he spends more time looking at the dogs run around and telling you all about the specific breed than actually eating. a big fluffy maremmano runs towards him and almost knocks the picnic table over, but yuuta is ready: he grabs a duck skin treat from his pocket and hurls it to the other side of the park, but not before having pet the dog's head and having called him a good boy.

KAMO NORITOSHI

japanese tea house

he enjoys the quiet of the tea house's garden because he's not a kamo there, just noritoshi. he used to be partial to sencha tea but you insisted on ordering something different every time, and he's glad you did because he's a creature of habit, without you he wouldn't have discovered he actually prefers hojicha tea over anything else. he lets you order whatever you want, from dango to daifuku, even dorayaki once, but warabimochi remains his favorite.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Swear

@jegulus-microfic November 1, Word count 400

Previous part First part

“I swear if Regulus makes one more cake I’m gonna need new clothes,” James joked as he finished off a scone topped with jam and cream. 

“Well, stop eating them then,” Sirius laughed, stuffing his own scone in his mouth, leaving a line of cream and jam around his lips. Remus leaned over and kissed the mess away. 

“I, for one, will never tire of Regulus’s chocolate cake. It’s just as delicious as your mums,” Remus declared, making his way through the stack of double chocolate cookies Regulus had made just for him. “And do not tell her I said that,” Remus warned the other two, jabbing half a cookie in their direction.

“How come he’s making so much anyway?” Sirius asked. James sighed, running his hand through his hair and making it stick up at odd angles. 

“He keeps trying to discuss rent and stuff, and when I try to tell him it's fine and not to worry, he makes more cake.”

“Christ, Prongs, haven’t you told him you own the flat yet?” Sirius rolled his eyes. “If you keep putting it off, when you finally tell him, he’s going to be so upset. He’s not like us, he’ll take it to heart,” James had never seen Sirius so serious before, apart from the time when he'd declared his love for Remus, and it had been such a shock no one had taken him seriously until he jumped on Remus and snogged his face off.  “Honestly, mate, just tell him.”

“Yeah, alright." James put his mug down and cleared his throat. “HEY, REG!!!” James shouted towards Regulus’s room. A disgruntled Regulus emerged glaring at him. 

“You made me jump, and now my assignment has a great big black line all the way across it,” His upset pout made James smile from ear to ear at him.  

“Sorry.," He apologised and he meant it. "I just wanted to let you know I actually own this flat, so there’s no need to worry about paying rent,” Regulus looked at him stunned. 

“Okay,” He said before turning around and going back into his room.

“There, sorted,” James said, puffing up his chest proudly. Sirius dropped his head into his hand. 

“Prongs, mate, I love you, but you are so dumb,” James furrowed his brow as he tried to figure out what Sirius was on about. He thought everything had gone rather well. 

Next part

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Could I get an interaction between Riddle and Gidel please?

I imagine that maybe Gidel sneaks off while Fellow is busy schmoozing the other students during a croquet match or something and finds the kitchens and proceeds to just devour the beautiful strawberry tart in the fridge with his hands. But then, poor Gidel gets caught red-handed (lol) and with stuffed cheeks by none other than Riddle himself? Thank you!

Riddle and Fellow duke it out in a passive aggressive croquet game :DD

So tell me, do you wanna go?

Gidel had never been to a party before. When Fellow told him that they’d been invited to one, his little heart vibrated with excitement. He had heard many stories about the dancing, the music, the chatter, the games, the food—and longed to live those tales.

“You don’t have to do anything, Giddie. Leave the schmoozin’ to me and just enjoy yourself,” Fellow had told him.

And so here they were now, in a lavish rose garden.

Gidel was seated toward the front--a guest of honor, according to the dorm leader--but he was too short to properly reach the table, so the students had stacked a few books to boost him higher. He kicked his feet back and forth, taking in the liveliness around him.

Gidel was used to crowds (they were where he and Fellow often found their victims), but there was a fresh energy to this one. The conversation was giddy and effervescent, like the sugary drinks that came in metal cans and tickled his nose when it went down.

Above his head were strings of little flags and lanterns, and the tablecloths were so clean and free of holes. Few of the chairs and silverware matched, like the patterns in his clothes and the few items he owned. Such a thing, he had learned, was a source of shame and ridicule. "People don't like things that stick out. They look at 'cha dirty if you are," Fellow would grumble. Yet no one here seemed to be bothered by it. They lounged casually in those chairs that didn't match and drank tea from cups that had completely different designs.

More food than Gidel had ever seen in his life appeared as if by magic. It was served on tiered stands and in fancy pots. Finger sandwiches, elaborate cookies, cupcakes, clotted cream, jams, scones, and tea in various shades. An older boy in a hat and glasses had even ferried in a massive upside down cake, wider at the top and tapering into a narrow bottom. It defied all laws of gravity and had live sparklers stuck into the top. The server caught the curious glint in Gidel's eyes and offered a crooked grin.

Not the look of someone seeking revenge for almost being turned into a puppet. but the look of a mischievous older brother.

"Haha, excited to dig in? I'll cut you an extra big slice then," Trey whispered, "but remember to brush your teeth well afterwards. We'll get started after they finish up the croquet game."

Gidel followed his gaze to the open lawn.

Several students had gathered there, each grasping a live flamingo. Fellow casually leaned on his, talking in an animated manner with a short redhead in a crown. Riddle was angling his mallet on a curled up hedgehog--the ball--to force it through a series of grounded hoops.

He swung. His ball rocketed, clearing five hoops. The other player's jaws dropped. Fellow’s, most of all.

Riddle smirked. "Naturally."

“What the heck, how are you that good?!” Fellow demanded. He looked again, just to make sure that he was seeing things correctly.

Yup, that ball had still cleared 5 hoops.

“These are the results of much studying and practice. I do not lose.” His cold stare cut right to two boys—one with a diamond painted on his face, and the other, a heart. “Unlike some people, I do not sneak off of campus on school nights to seek thrills at an amusement park.”

Ace coughed into a fist and refused to meet his dorm leader’s eyes.

“Ehhhh~ No way, Riddle-kun! Who would do that? Sooo irresponsible of them!”

“D-Diamond-senpai, upperclassmen shouldn’t blatantly dodge responsibility like this…” Deuce muttered.

Riddle rapped his mallet against an open palm like a gavel tapping patiently before a sentencing. "In any case, Fellow-san… Would you care to go next as one of our esteemed guests? And to be clear, I will be keeping a close eye on you. There will be no foul play on my watch.”

Fellow gulped, but kept his cool. "Sure thing. Let’s have an honest and fair game, gentlemen!”

"Go easy on the poor guy, Riddle," Trey called to him. He left the table and wandered onto the field, clapping his friend on the back.

“I don’t see why I should,” Riddle retorted. He sounded vaguely irritated, but there was the trace of a held back laugh in his words.

Gidel smiled to himself. It was nice, the two’s camaraderie.

The sky was clear, the sun was shining, and the birds were singing. The roses were in full bloom.

It was a lovely day.

Gidel practically melted in his seat. He could stay at this party forever.

Bright blue fluttered in his vision. A tickling sensation filled his nose, and he rubbed at it to dispel the feeling. Had a piece of the sky fallen onto him?

Flap, flap.

A butterfly lazily floated off of Gidel.

The boy sat up straighter.

It was mesmerizing, that butterfly. With the sunlight streaming through it's papery cerulean wings, it almost resembled stained glass.

Pretty...

Gidel extended his arms out toward it, attempting to cup the bug in his palms. It evaded, dipping in the air and heading toward the Heartslabyul dorm.

He hopped out of his seat and trailed after the butterfly, waving his arms in an attempt to coax it back. But no--it vanished inside, and Gidel, like a foolish child being lured to a candy house in the woods, followed.

Gidel didn't pay any mind to where the butterfly led him. He only knew that he wanted to catch it, and so he would tread wherever it went.

Soon enough, he had wandered into the kitchen, fumbling around for the butterfly in the dark. For a heartbeat, the creature landed on a handle and rested there. Gidel pounced--but missed, and the butterfly, startled, hurriedly flew away.

He tried to go after it, but his sleeves, ensnared in the handle, caught and tugged something open. Cold light spilled out from the inside of a box, and Gidel knew this was called a refrigerator.

He peered in, wondering if the older brother from before had stored more goodies inside. Indeed, there were more sweet treats stashed away. Tall trifles, wobbling jellies, and...

Gidel's eyes fixated on a beautiful strawberry tart. Its crust, golden and ruffled like intricate lace. The custard filling, thick and creamy. Glistening red fruit had been sliced thin and meticulously laid out, the strawberries shaping into a blossoming rose.

His mouth watered.

He reached for the tart.

Before Gidel realized what he was doing, he had plunged his fingers into the innards. Scooping out custard and strawberries by the handful, he deposited them in his mouth, chewed, swallowed, then went back for more.

So sweet, so delicious. He wanted more and more.

He broke off a chunk of the shell and bit into it. It was tough and crumbly. Gidel decided that he liked it better after dunking it in custard and eating it with a slice of strawberry.

Right as he had assembled a piece, a person appeared from the hallway. They stood in the doorway to the kitchen, their figure shadowed. Gidel squinted.

Whoever it was, they were short and wore a crown on their head.

The kitchen lights flickered on.

Riddle Rosehearts came into view. He wore a stern expression as he approached, steps brisk and sharp. "So this is where you ran off to. You had your guardian so worried he dropped his flamingo to look for--"

He skidded to a stop, staring at the mess of juices and crumbs at the feet of the fridge. Gidel crouched nearby, hands and clothes sticky and red or covered in traces of his crime.

Rage hit him like truck--speedy and sudden. Rules, broken? Decorum, ignored? His entire face turned crimson, steam threatening to pour from his ears.

Riddle's voice came, low and menacing. "You ate the strawberry tart meant for the unbirthday party and you made this mess?"

He advanced on the boy, raising his scepter.

Gidel blanched. Trembling terribly, he shrank into his oversized clothes like a turtle retreating into its shell. Warm wetness prickled his eyes. He whimpered without a single sound.

Riddle's scepter froze, as did his resolve. The fire that was his anger came in and out like the flame of a candle exposed to wind.

A sad little child. Scolded for having eaten a forbidden tart. Apologizing, sobbing, begging to not be punished.

Now who does that remind you of?

A dull pain radiated from the recesses of his heart. The plant called Pity had germinated, its roots opening a home for itself in his chest.

You aren't in the right here.

Riddle sucked in a breath through his teeth.

Like his therapist had advised him to do, he started at 10 and slowly counted down from it. Slowly, slowly, his fury subsided, like air being released from a balloon. Anger management magic.

When he spoke again, he was softer, gentler.

“… You are forgiven."

He wasn't used to it.

Riddle awkwardly offered a hand. “Come. Let’s get you cleaned up in the washroom. We can’t have you returning to the unbirthday party in this state.”

Gidel stared inquisitively at it. At him. The stranger with the temper, the stranger now asking for his trust.

But he had tried, hadn’t he? Tried, and succeeded in controlling his anger.

A moment’s hesitation, and Gidel slipped his strawberry-stained sleeve into Riddle’s palm. He nodded to the dorm leader.

Let’s go.

To where everyone is waiting for us.

[saleeba]

Arguing with Levi over something stupid and ur honestly tired of the whole thing so you just him with “Whatever you say beautiful” and he just turns his nose up and starts stumbling over his words

summary ♡ what the request says! 

pairing ♡ levi colwill x gn!reader

content ♡ fluff, attempting to settle a classic british debate, cursing, reader is so over levi 

a/n ♡ this is most probably not the argumentative scenario that anon had in mind but i fell into my silly guy tendencies >_< tysmm anon for requesting this & i hope u enjoyyyy <3<3

it’s been over forty-five minutes of the same aggravation from your boyfriend, or at least you assume so — you stopped keeping tabs a while ago, so incredibly tired of arguing with him over something so silly. sunday afternoons were supposed an agreed time for relaxation but today’s snack time was far from that after levi clocked the way you prepare your scones.

“it’s clearly jam first; you spread that shit with a knife then dollop the cream on top,” levi’s hands move maniacally, mimicking the same actions that he’s describing. “how would cream first make sense?”

“i dunno, babe. spread the cream then dollop the jam?” between brief chews of sweet cream-first scones, your words come across as way too nonchalant for the chelsea boy and a shrug from your shoulders to pair with them makes him even more incredulous. 

“that’s fucking disgusting.” 

an exasperated groan leaves your lips as you push back the stool that you’re sitting on at the island and reach your destination of the fridge, routing through tubs and packets for a refreshing bottle of orange juice.

“levi, if you don’t like it, don’t eat it.” there’s silence from levi as the sound of juice pouring into glass fills the atmosphere, and you can tell the cogs of pettiness are turning in your boyfriend’s brain. it’s the way his eyes narrow at you (you swear that if he were a cartoon character, he’d be shooting lasers at you right now) and his bottom lip juts out just the slightest, thinking about how to get one over you since he actually does want to eat the sweet treats that you had gotten up extra early to make.

“no, no, i have to show you how to do it properly, yeah?” a little point of the butter knife in his hand at you and the boy’s now giving you an unsolicited demonstration of how to layer that jam-cream combo. “so, what you do, yeah, is put the knife into the jam jar and the–”

you seriously can’t take this anymore, fearful that your eyes may get stuck in your skull if you roll them one more time.

“yeah, yeah, whatever you say, beautiful.”

and it takes just that to have your boyfriend drop the butter knife in the jam, falling over his words as he struggles to get them out and make his case. it will always be the way you say that word and more so say it to him, about him, that will run his mouth dry of anything against you.

“uh, yeah, well… look, uh–” 

a playful smirk from you has his heart squeezing in the best way. 

“are we done here, levi? because i would really like us to stop arguing over fucking jam and cream and go cuddle on the couch now.” 

you call the shots every time and levi can’t help but drop his case entirely, following you like a lovesick puppy to the sofa where you’ve taken the plate of scones along with their matching condiments, laying them out on the coffee table for him.

“show us how it’s done then, pretty boy.”

[nobodyinfart]

Scones worthy of moans

Thank you so much for the notes, y’all I’m so honoured! Some of the reblogs are the funniest that I can’t help but choke on my laughter a lil 😭😭😭

Maybe this is just the addiction to the series Midnight Diner talking but, I adore the idea of a mysterious eatery around the base of Task Force 141. Although there is no publicity of the spot, chef! you get a comfortable amount of regulars thanks to your homestyle food that is noted to take customers to a new realm of comfort. 

Perhaps, as of late, you notice a guy that seems to be a personified example of Intimidating regularly visiting. Maybe it’s the black balaclava he wears that hides his features, or the bulky figure of the man that spooks you at first. Although, you must admit that his chiselled features makes him out to be quite a looker, despite you not having seen his face other than his mouth. 

Other than his appearance, another thing that sets him apart is his order; “Just a tea, a little bit of milk.” He muttered the first time, then proceeded to only refer to it as his ‘usual’ as if it's some sort of national secret. No matter the time or day, you are intrigued if just a cuppa makes him satisfied. And, obviously, you can’t help the curiosity. 

“You want some snacks with that? I’ve baked some scones earlier that’s fantastic with some jam,” You commented after some deliberation (especially since this man looks like he could crack you in half like you did to those eggshells a while ago). He paused just as he pulled the cup to his hands, before giving a stoic nod as he took a sip. The way you brightened at his compliant response had you dashing to the kitchen to bring them out with a fresh dollop of cream and a big spoonful of homemade jam. 

Unbeknownst to you, the man blinked as he watched you scurry to the kitchen and come out with something that smelled like heaven on a plate. Watching you tend to other customers, he bit into the scone and had to hold back a groan at how good it tasted. Crumbly and buttery, just the way he enjoyed his scones. You must be some sort of mindreader, even the tea he had was spot-on the first time. 

Looks like his ‘usual’ has expanded to include the scones. And that, Simon will be visiting this hidden spot a lot more often now.

[lawlietscaramels]

Stupid ╾ L

WOAH FROM DEC 2023 AND FINALLY FINISHED!!!! YIPPEE!!!

you decide to drop in on L's work with a basket of homemade sweets and it does not go as expected.

reader is kind of stupid + L is kind of a dick. y/a is your alias. It switches from past to present tense near the end. I'm terrible at writing arguments or plot. 🫡

this is a longer one.

　★━━─・‥…━━━☆

Boring.

Boring, boring, boring.

You were stuck in a hotel room while L worked on something. He was being particularly cryptic about the case he was working on, more so than usual, and he hadn't texted you even a word in the past week or so. All you knew was that it was very dangerous, so much so that L had pushed his pride to the side for one minute (just the one, mind you) to outright plead that you stay on lockdown until he “figured a few things out.”

So here you were: in a big hotel room that you wished was smaller because it just reminded you L wasn't there.

And you. were. BORED.

Sighing as you rolled over to check your phone again, you groaned at the continued absence of any contact from L. You didn't think you were overly needy, though you were likely much much more so than L anticipated, but it wasn't too much to ask for the occasional confirmation he was still alive, right?

Maybe you'd drop in on him.

Yes, that was it! You knew where he was each week thanks to Watari, the wonderful old man, and surely if you knocked on the hotel door he'd open it at least long enough for you to give him a kiss hello. You did a little dance of delight and started preparing a basket of sweets to bring your boyfriend at his work.

The good thing about such an unnecessarily large hotel room was that it had a wonderful kitchen. Watari had been bringing you plenty of groceries, and as you enjoyed baking and could use it to pass the time, there were ample resources to create the desserts of L's dreams. Strawberry cheesecake with sweet white icing. Gingerbread men accompanied by marshmallow snowmen. L was always grumbling about sweets that they only made for holidays and never the rest of the year. A couple of assorted wrapped sweets and lollipops went in their own jar, tied up neatly with a gold ribbon and finished with a tag that read "sweets for my sweet." A little corny and over the top, sure, but perhaps it would soften L's seemingly stony cold exterior. And of course pastries too, croissants with chocolate melted all over them and caramel slice and scones with plentiful amounts of jam and cream.

Stepping back, you nodded, pleased at your creations. Another chunk of time fell away in the kitchen as you cleaned up the flour and bowls.

And then: off to L!

You took your basket with you, smiling stupidly wide all the way from your hotel room to the one L's staying in, a good half of the city away. Beaming, you threw open the door.

"Hello, Law—"

A hand was slammed against your mouth and L manhandled you into the wall, glaring. "You stupid idiot," he whispered, and your eyes chose that moment to meet the group of unfamiliar men scattered around the room.

...

Oh, no.

And you almost said his name. Your head dropped and you curled into yourself a little, heart beating fast and eyes downturned.

L let you down, gaze still cold, and turned back to the men.

You sighed and noted that your basket had fallen to the floor. Of course you had dropped it when he pinned you to the wall. Half of the sweets were ruined. "I thought you said I could come today," you told L's back.

"No, I said you couldn't come today." L turned back to give you another glare, then sighed. He never stays angry for long, or at least never stays hot headed about it. "I suppose it is in reason that you misheard. It was only the 'n't' that makes a difference and I do have a tendency to speak quietly. Very well, y/a. This is the Task Force: Aizawa, Ukita, Mogi..."

Greeting each of them with a small smile and nod, you wished you could just have an empty room and L. It had been a while. You had missed him. But no, here you had to stand, greeting these men in ties and suits.

They seemed nice enough, at least, but you really just wanted to melt into a puddle of shame thanks to their first impression of you.

L let you hang around for the rest of the day. You gave him the sweets which hadn't been ruined and went to work cleaning up the rest, and then moped, all of which took most of the time before the Task Force members began filing out the door, home to their families.

And then there you were.

Home with L.

He stared at you for a moment, his hands in his pockets, then spun around on a heel and hopped into his chair.

Back to work. Of course he was.

"Can we talk?"

"About what, y/a?" And he was still using your alias. For safety, sure, but also an emotional barrier between you. A veneer of professionalism, a clear wall of you are someone else that is hard to break through. "I do not want to get angry at you, and I'm not, but you have a tendency to say things that clash with what I see to be the truth if we—" two long fingers curling into quote marks— "'talk' after these situations." He turns so he can see you out of one eye, two fingers on his lip and one on his chin. "And I don't like being disagreed with."

You huff. "For one thing, that's a very unhealthy mindset."

L sighs and gives in to the fact this is happening, letting his fingers rest at the edge of the keyboard.

"For another, you can't just lock me up in a hotel and expect me to stay put every time you're working on a big case! You take a lot of big cases!" No, he doesn't do it all the time; he did THIS time, though, and you're suddenly realising just how pissed off you are.

"I'm not some pet or hopeless little child!" You spit the words. "Yeah, what I did today was stupid, but you're being stupid too!

"I hate it! I hate it! You can work and not lock me out! I don't need to see what you're doing or be in close quarters but at least let me know you're still alive once in a while! Or if you don't give a shit enough about me to do that, let me have control over my own fucking life! You don't have the right to tell me that I have to stay inside, have to use a burner phone, have to keep fifteen blocks away at a minimum! You don't have the right to do all that and then completely ignore me! You don't have the right!" And your voice is sore, now, but you're inhaling to keep going, keep screaming at the man you love, tell him how much you hate him how much he clearly hates you and should just leave already but–

"Are you done?" Static, cold.

You shut your mouth and sit down. Yes. You're done.

And L stands now, walks towards you. "Do you know why I do all that, yn? Why I insist you don't come near me while I work? Why I don't text you every morning on your personal phone? It's because this. Is. Dangerous." He is right above you now, staring down, blinking more than usual and eyelashes pressing down hard. Upset. "This is dangerous, do you understand? I could die. YOU COULD DIE."

"I," you say, and don't get any further.

"I don't want you to feel trapped, I don't want you to feel resentful and hateful and miserable." Or maybe he does. Maybe he does want you to run away, because you could die and he's terrible. L doesn't say that. "It's for your own good! It's for your own safety! It's because I'm scared you're going to die, yn, it's because I love you!"

He's screamed.

L never screams.

You stare at each other for a moment and L looks as shocked and scared with those wide panda eyes as you feel. A long long moment. He's biting his lip.

You reach your arms up and he hugs you suddenly and very very tightly.

"You're always using that to win arguments, you know," you mutter into his shoulder.

"Mm." L kisses you on the head. His eyes are closed, lips together and thin. He seems tired. He always seems tired. You need to talk. You need to find a balance, something healthy, something safe.

But not right now. You are tired too.

"...I love you too," you whisper.

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Hello! I really liked the wording of my application and thank you very much :DSomething I hadn't considered until I read it is thatThe brother reader will have unconsciously seen Ramón on a couple of occasions as a father figure since he was the only one who took care of the reader for 20 years. Thinking of Ramón as a “papá luchon” seems adorable to me (in my country we refer to single fathers and mothers who support their children with their own work, without any other presence to help them, therefore, they have to fight against the adversities) If possible, can you write something related to this topic about Ramón and the reader? (gender neutral)

🐾Branch🐾

Through the Years

You were 3 and Branch was 5 when Grandma died. It was just you two. You watched as your older brother lost his colors. You were so scared. Branch saw this and promised he would never let anything happen to you. You were all he had left. Grandma's death effected you a lot, just not to the extent that it effected Branch. You were afraid of everything, never wanting to leave Branch's side. He preferred this anyways.

You Age 7 and Branch age 9

You ran into the bunker crying. Branch ran into the main room. "Y/N what's wrong?!" He exclaimed seeing you covered in scratches, dirt and slightly bleeding. "I w-as col-lecting berries and some sp-id-ers attac-ked me." You hiccuped. Branch got a napkin and wiped your tears away. "I told you to wait for me before you went to go get the berries." He whispered grabbing a warm bowl of water with a rag and a first aid kit. He rung out the rag and started wiping the wet rag over your face to get rid of the dirt. "I wanted to surprise you and show I'm getting big and help you." You pouted, sniffling. "You do so much. Maybe if I helped more maybe your colors would come back..." You looked down. Branch's heart swelled. He kissed your forehead. You looked at him shocked. "You're growing up too quickly. Stop it." He said smiling as he cleaned your scrapes. You giggled.

You age 10 Branch age 12

Branch laughed. You had made a dance number to your favourite song. You wore a silly outfit and danced horribly. Branch knew he had to help your dancing ability. You stroked your ending pose.

Branch fell on the floor laughing his hardest. "Did you like it?!" You exclaimed jumping up and down. Branch wiped his tears getting up. "It was amazing. But let me help you improve the dancing. Your voice is amazing but your moves..." He teased. The rest of the day Branch showed you to do the moves better. This was the first time in 5 years you had seen him dance again. "Just like that see." He said turning to you. However, he froze seeing tears in your eyes. "What's wrong! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.!" He exclaimed hugging you. "No, no. You used to dance and sing all the time before Grandma... I just missed this." You mumbled hugging him.

You age 14 Branch age 16

It was Branch's 16th birthday. You had gotten up at 4. Branch gets up at 6 am everyday so you wanted his birthday breakfast ready before he got up. You had been practicing this breakfast for the past month after he's gone the bed to make sure it's perfect. It was about 5:55 when you had finished. You made for the both of you eggs Benedict, blueberry scones, fresh apple juice and bagels with an assortment of jams. "Morning Y/N, why are yo-" He stopped mid sentence when he saw the dining room table. His eyes watered and looked at you. "Happy Birthday Branch!"

You age 18 and Branch age 20

You layed on your bed, covers over your head. You sniffled. You had just got back from what was supposed to be your 1 year anniversary date with your partner. "Hey." Branch said softly holding two cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows and cream. He placed them on your bedside table. You curled into a tighter ball. Branch sighed sitting on your bed. You slowly pulled the blanket off your face. Your cheeks were puffy, tear marks ran down your face and your eyes were bloodshot. "What happened?" He asked pulling your head onto his lap. "They broke up with me. They love someone else." You whispered burying your head into his stomach. This irked Branch. This low life scum hurting his baby sibling. "When I see this punk again I swear." He grumbled rubbing your back. This made you giggle slightly. "I made your favorite, hot chocolate." He whispered brushing your hair. You rolled over and sat up. You smiled taking it. You knew you'd always be able to count on your big brother.

A/N: I loved writing this. When I got this request I always thought Branch would only show you things he never did in the first movie (just not singing) I hope you like it!! ✨✨