For the lovey @miyeongi-cutie who suggested a bakery AU that I am OBSESSED WITH!!! Hope you like it! 🖤
“So where are we going again?” Shiro asked as he threw an arm around Keith’s neck, drawing him in and ruffling his hair.
“Hey, stop it! Get off!” Keith ducked out from his grip and shoved him away, trying to fix his hair. “Why are you like this, you’re so annoying!” Shiro chuckled and nudged him with his elbow. “I’m your big brother. It’s my job to annoy you. Now, answer the question.”
Keith rolled his eyes and muttered “Adopted brother. Anyway, we’re going to this cafe or bakery place that Pidge won’t stop talking about. Says their coffee is really good and the food is ‘better than free wifi.’”
Shiro raised his eyebrows until they nearly disappeared under his tuff of hair.
“Better than free wifi? Pidge said that? Huh, wow. They must be really good then.”
Keith hummed in agreement and stuffed his hands in his red jacket, pulling it closer. Shiro smiled at the action zipped up his black and gray jacket, burying his nose into it.
It was late fall, and the breeze held a chilly bit. The wind whispered of winter, and the trees had begun to shed their leaves, some of which where floating in the air, softly floating the the ground. Shiro was enjoying the slight crunch they made when he stepped on them when Keith grabbed his arm.
“Hey, I think this is it.”
Shiro stopped and observed the building before them. It was a simple building, one that you could easily pass if you weren’t looking for it. The building was made out of worn brick, with a chalkboard sign in front the entrance that read: ‘Welcome to Voltron! Please do not touch pastries with your hands. Use your tongue.’ Shiro chuckled at the sign while Keith just stared.
“What kind of a name is Voltron?”
“I have no idea, but you have to admit, it is a pretty unique name that would be hard to forget. Now come on, I’m getting hungry.”
Shiro opened the door and was immediately hit with a wall of delicate dents of vanilla, sugar, cinnamon, the roast of coffee beans, and other heavenly scents. Keith moaned at the smell and Shiro couldn’t blame him. The smell almost made him weak in the knees.
They walked into the shop and looked around. It was a very cozy cafe. Their were multiple colored booths and chairs and even beanbags, coming in black, blue, red, green, and yellow. They was stools along the bar, and there was a glass case full of desserts and pastries that had Shiro’s mouth watering. Shiro was about to press his face right up against the glass when I kind voice greeted them.
“Hey! Welcome to Voltron!”
Keith and Shiro turned toward the voice and saw a bolder of man in its place. He was wearing cargo shorts and a yellow shirt accompanied with a yellow apron. His hair was tied back with a bandana, and had a name rage that read ‘Hunk.’ Keith read it and arched an eyebrow at him, and Hunk just laughed.
“Yeah, before you ask, it’s real. Everybody calls me that.”
Shiro smiled and greeted him. “It’s nice to meet you Hunk. My name’s Shiro and this is Keith. Pidge suggested this place and highly recommended it.”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and gave them a beaming smile. “Oh Pidge! Yeah I know them! Me and Lance have become friends with them because they come so much. Oh! And Lance is the pastry king. I’m the coffee master, so it evens out.”
Shiro nodded and turned his attention to Keith. “Hey Keith, do you-Keith?”
Keith was not listening to either of them, eyes glued to a small white cup on the register, face furiously red. Shiro looked at him with a confused look before picking up the cup that was causing Keith’s dilemma. When Shiro read the cup, he sputtered and started laughing loudly, cheeks slightly flushing.
Hunk cocked his head. “What? What is it?”
Shiro turned the cup to Hunk, who could clearly read the font in neat loopy handwriting: “Just put your tip in here. See how it feels.” Hunk immediately paled and then change to a shade of purple then red. He quickly grabbed the cup and threw it away.
“LANCE THAT IS SO INAPPROPRIATE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
They were able to hear mad cackling in the back of the cafe where the kitchen was. Hunk turned back to them, straightening his apron, flush still on his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, that won’t happen again. So, uh, what would you like to order?”
Shiro peered at the menu, tapping a finger against his chin. He looked at Keith who just shrugged, as lost as he was.
Shiro turned back to Hunk. “What do you recommend?”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together.
“Oh man, where do I start? Everything Lance makes is amazing. Hmm, let’s go with something exotic. How about miguelitos and tarta de Santiago?”
Keith furrowed his brow. “What the heck are those?”
“Oh yeah, sorry miguelitos is this pastry that is made up of like a million thin pastry layers and each layer is filled with chocolate or cream. It’s then dusted with powdered sugar. Tarta de Santiago is a really thin, moist almond cake. Powdered sugar is on top of it as well. As you probably guessed, their both Hispanic desserts. Lance likes to show off his heritage.”
Shiro hummed gave him a smile. “Alright! We’ll get both of those, and I’ll get an espresso. Keith?”
Keith looked at the menu again. “Do you have soy milk?”
Hunk nodded and smile.
“Okay, I’ll just have a hot chocolate. With extra whipped cream on top.”
Keith glared at him. “What?”
“Oh nothing, nothing! Just glad to see my little brother growing up.”
Shiro laughed hard as Keith flushed and punched him in the arm as he paid Hunk.
He put the change into the new tip cup and went to sit down at table in the corner. It wasn’t long before they had sat down when Hunk brought them their food, perfectly balancing them on a small tray.
“Order up! I hope you like it!” Hunk sent them a smile and went back to the counter.
Shiro looked at the coffee and food and inhaled deeply, the smell making his mouth water.
“Let’s not waste anymore time! Let’s dig in!” Keith and Shiro both reached for the miguelitos and popped it in their mouths. Shiro’s eyes fluttered closed as the pastry melted in his mouth, and chocolate covered every taste bud. He almost had to stifle a moan. And Keith wasn’t in any better shape. He was looking at the patty in awe, as if it held the secrets to the universe. He quickly looked up at Shiro.
“Wanna try the tarta thingy?”
“Oh heck yeah.”
Shiro and Keith both picked up a slice, gave a mock cheers, and bit into it with a crisp crunch. However, as soon as the cake met their tongues, it practically melted away. Keith grabbed both pastures and shoved them in his mouth at the same time.
“I am in heaven.”
Shiro opened his mouth to agree, when an excited voice cut him off.
“HUNK!! HUNK, I DID IT!! You’ve got to try this! I’ve combined a churro and a cupcake into one blessed love child!”
Shiro turned toward the voice, laughing with amusement in his eyes. He went to take a drink of his coffee, but that’s when he laid eyes on the excited baker. Shiro chocked on his coffee, spraying across the room and spluttering the hot liquid out of his lungs.
“Holy shit! Are you alright Shiro?”
Shiro ignored Keith’s concern and whipped around to get a better view of the baker. Said baker had warm mocha skin, as rich as the coffee he was drinking. His hair was a warm chocolate, shaggy and barely reaching the top of his eyes. And his eyes. Oh god his eyes. They were the deepest blue Shiro had ever seen, reminding him of the ocean and they were so bright with life and energy. And he was covered with flour, which Shiro found absolutely adorable. It was covering the front of his apron and was even smeared across one of his cheeks, and Shiro wanted nothing more than to brush it away with his thumb.
Keith waved a hand in front of Shiro’s face, who just knocked it out the way, leaning out of his seat. Keith followed his gaze and let out a long sigh when he realized what he was staring at. Keith kicked him in the shin, finally getting his attention.
“Seriously Shiro? Can please control your emotions.”
Shiro gave him a small pout, but still turned toward the boy. “Keith, oh Keith. He’s so pretty. No, gorgeous. Did you see his eyes? They’re so blue and beautiful.”
Keith groaned and dropped his head on the table.
“Shiro we came here to try the food, not try the baker.”
“I’m not complaining.”
Shiro ignored his scandalous tone and continued to stare at the baker who was talking animatedly about his new creation, hands flying everywhere. Keith let out another long sigh and sat back in his chair.
“I am not ready for all this pining. You’re a mess Shiro. Remind me the curse Pidge for suggesting this place.”
“Well remind me to thank Pidge.”
Shiro then stepped out of his chair, walking toward the duo.
“S-Shiro?! Where are you going?”
Shiro tossed him a grin over his shoulder.
“Well, in going to introduce myself and give my compliments to the chef. Don’t want to be rude!”
Keith groaned and lightly banged his head on his table, cursing everything, especially Pidge. Somehow he knew they had set this up. He was going kill that gremlin. As soon he could get Shiro away from that baker who was throwing Shiro fingers guns along with a smirk. Keith groaned again. He had a feeling he would back to this cafe again. A lot.
\A/N: I wrote this after rewatching Caspar’s YouTuber Roast Challenge, just a little idea. Y/N is also a fellow YouTuber in this one! Bear with me on the rap, it’s got a flow, but it kinda takes some time to pick up so apologies if it’s confusing. I’ve got a couple other thingies started too, so look out for those.
Donnie x reader. Like he meets the girl at April’s on accident and he thinks
she’s about to freak, but she blurts out she likes his eyes and a relationship
snowballs and she’s in his lab one day and he asks her to get something but he
doesn’t realize she’s so short (5’2”-ish) so she has to stand on something and
nearly gets hurt but doesn’t because she’s a gymnast. He’s worried, but she
grabs his mask and kisses him or something fluffy like that?
Awwwwwww some Donnie love <3 I love my tol nerd!
“Hey April?” Donnie
called as he walked through the window to her apartment. “I brought some new
tech I developed. It should help with your-”
“Donnie!” April hissed as he walked out into the open, right into
your line of sight. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of the tall
creature. He was at least 6’7” and
covered in lean muscle and loads of tech. A thick pair of glasses sat in front
of a pair of gorgeous amber eyes.
“Um…” Donnie’s eyes
flicked nervously from April to you and back again. “Uh, hi.”
You sucked in a large
breath, and April and Donnie prepared for the scream, but it never came.
“You have gorgeous eyes,
holy shit.” You stated. Donnie looked at you quizzically. He pushed his glasses
further up his nose.
“I- uh, what?” He looked
through his scanners. You weren’t exhibiting any signs of fear, no rapid breathing,
no accelerated heartrate. In fact, he
was the one with the quickened pulse. His cheeks flushed pink, and suddenly he
felt as though his mouth was full of cotton.
“Brown with little flecks
of honey,” you rested your chin on your hand. He was still dumbstruck.
“Donnie, this is (Y/N),
my new roommate. (Y/N), this is-”
“D-Donatello.” He offered
you his hand. “But, uh, everyone calls me Donnie.”
“Nice to meet you,
“N-nice to meet you too.
I’m just not used to people reacting to me…that way. Usually it’s more
screaming and um…” he looked to April pointedly. “Passing out.”
“I like to think I’m
pretty open-minded.” You smirked.
“Well, it’s refreshing to
say the least.” He smiled and then looked to April. “So now about that tech…”
After you met Donnie, it
was only a matter of time before he asked you out. Or more realistically, until
you were dropping so many hints that he finally
realized you liked him and that he should ask you out. And so he did, and
he had never been happier. Now, every time you walked by him, he earned a peck
on the cheek. Anytime he was sitting on the couch was an excuse for you to sit
beside him and hold his hand or pull his arm around you or sit on his lap. Every
act of PDA, no matter how small, always flustered him without fail.
It was adorable.
Today, you were camped
out in his lab, half watching while he worked, half reading a book you had
“Hey darling, can you
hand me the vial on top of that shelf?” Donatello, being 6’7” had forgotten
that you were 5’2”. Despite this, you replied.
“Sure, babe.” And pulled
him waaay down for a kiss on the cheek before dragging the extra stool over
below the shelf. It took you a few seconds to steady yourself on the haphazard
hunk of wood. You reached up on your tippy-toes, wobbling the slightest bit,
and once you grabbed it, the stool tipped backward, causing Donnie’s head to
whip around in your direction at the sudden noise. But being as nimble as you
were, you had managed to land on your feet.
“Oh my God, are you okay?
Are you hurt? Did you twist anything? I am so sorry, I forgot you were so
short! This is my fault! I-”
“Donnie, I’m fine.” You assured
him. “It’s okay. Here’s your thingy.” You handed the thing to him and he set it
on his desk before returning to dote on you some more.
“Is it swollen? Can I
look? Get up on the desk and let me-”
“Donnie, I’m fine.” You
told him, although more exasperated this time. He looked down at you from his
towering height. “Really, I am. Gymnast, remember? I always land on my feet.”
“I’m sorry. I just want
to make sure that you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if you ever got hurt.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. You reached up and grabbed the tails of his
bandana and then promptly pulled him down for a long, soft kiss. His face
flushed three different shades of red.
“I’m fine. I love you,
“I l-love you too,” he
stuttered, a shy grin tugging at his lips. You pecked his snout for good
“I smell pizza. Wanna go
check it out?” you offered him your hand, which he gladly took in his own.
The last time Niall dated was back in high school but that was years ago when everything was simpler.Now he’s dating again and it feels like a brand new experience because all the things he knew about dating felt obsolete.
Niall remembers his date from hell with a girl Louis set him up with a few weeks ago.The girl,Megara, waltzed in the restaurant,to the back of the room for privacy reasosn, a few minutes late in a blue velvet dress that was clinging to her body and a pair a undeniably painful transparent heels.
The conversation was flowing fairly well throughout the wining and dining and Niall was having a good time until the waiter brought out the desert and Megara asked ,in her thick New Jersey accent, am I your bae or nah?The waiter was still setting the plates in front of them and Niall briefly caught the jump of his eyebrows the smallest trace of a shock on the young man’s face.Megara was straight backed in her chair,one hand holding the stem of her wine goblet.Her voice seemed so casual like the question was just off the top of her head but her eyebrow was was rapidly rising to touch her hairline said something differently.
Now,Liam educated Niall well enough for him to know that bae means shit so obviously Niall said no.Plain and simple then reclined coolly in his chair.The poor girl in front of him stared at him with her mouth wide open and eyes blown wide ,momentarily reminding Niall of a goldfish.Recovering,she smiled darkly,eyes narrowed like a leopard’s when angry.She pressed the bowl of the wine glass to her cheek before laughing lowly.Niall chuckled nervously before starting to ask what was wrong.The following series of events went by in a haze and Niall had no time to dodge the slice of cheesecake that was coming his way.
Megara burst into a fit of anger before leaving in a huff,heels clacking against the flooring and muttering that Niall was a fuckboy.
Driving home,Niall was confused even more so when Harry came over the next morning to hear about the date.
“She asked you what?”,Harry asked ,his head turning to watch Niall, voice higher at the end and his face scrunched up in confusion.
“She asked if she was my bae,”,Niall said trailing off.
They were out on Niall’s back porch,the sound of the mid morning birds chirping and leaves rustling in the breeze.They were leaning against the railing on the elbows, drinks in hand.Harry head retracted to meet his neck giving him a double chin and his eyes looked bewildered while he mouthed the word bae.
“Then when I said no she threw her cheesecake in m'face,”,Niall continued.
Harry was serious for a second before giggling.In a moment’s glance he was hunched over the railing laughing his lungs out when he heard Niall got cheesecake in his face.
“Oh ho!You got cheesecake in yo face-”,Harry rushed out,voice coated in giggles but was cut off my his own bout of hyena-like laughter.
Niall rolled his eyes and looked away from his curly haired friend,cheeks and ears burning a scarlet red.Harry laughed and sputtered before coughing and heaving with tears at the corners of his eyes before the laughter picked back up again.When it died down to giggling then he composed himself,clearing his throat and wiping away his tears with his ringed fingers,leaning on the railing.
“Niall,she means before anyone else…you know bae,”Harry said,”It’s a term girls like to hear guys say to them.”
Niall looked dumbfounded,”How tha bleddy hell was I s’ppose t’know that?”
Harry draped a loose arm around Niall’s shoulder,”Niall,calm down mate,I’ll enlighten you..but first hit me with that cheesecake story again…oh-aha hit me!’’
As Harry goes over some phrases and terms Niall thinks of himself as a bit silly for letting himself become so rusty in the dating department but can you blame him?His job keeps his schedule packed and when he wasn’t working,bet your ass he was sleeping or watching a series on Netflix and that regime didn’t allow much free time to brush up on his knowledge of the dating world.
The second date was planned badly because Niall did a half-assed job of absorbing some of Harry’s teaching and the girl was glued to her phone the entire time.Niall stayed 30 minutes,(trying to engage her in conversation but she wasn’t interested in it) before going to a Burger King to get dinner for himself instead.
He and the boys laugh about it over some beers and Niall feels a lot better after he talked to them even though it was embarrasing.They give him some pointers and some terms the “hip youngsters” use and set him up on another date.This time it’s with one of Liam’s friends
When Niall enters the posh restaurant he’s buzzing with energy and confidence because this is the face of a man who knows what he’s doing.Harry leant him a white button up but the light wash jeans and shoes are both Niall’s.
Somewhere between him striding across the hardwood floor to the table his confidence fizzled out and his eloquence was gone with the wind.Maybe it was when he saw you and how beautiful y/n looked under the soft golden lighting,hair down and cascading around her shoulders like waves.You stood and shook his hand,a pleasant smile on your face before smoothing out her mossy green t-shirt dress to sit again.
Louis said to start conversation with a joke but did y/n get the joke?Does she not like llamas?Was that one of Harry’s jokes?Shit please don’t think I’m not funny… or crazy.Niall’s already nervous and now he’s overthinking everything.
y/n asked about sports Niall is interested in and he starts saying things like Neymar’s hairstyles are goals and you know they are but why say ‘goals’ there?
Y/n says she loves Beyonce because Queen Bey encourages positivity in people and he says Beyonce slays.
Y/n’s confused because Liam talked about him in such high esteem,why was he being so shallow?
Niall’s tapping his foot anxiously because he wants nothing more than to crawl into bed and watch Game of Thrones now.He’s already shamed himself enough.This isn’t like Niall it’s like an idiot using all these dumb references.It may have worked for the other guys but not for him.
“Niall,are you ok?You..you’ve been acting off all evening,”,y/n asks eyebrow arched perfectly in question,pink luscious lips slightly pouted.
“Yeah,never been better…am I you’re bae or nah,y/n?”
She looks up at him with a bitch really look on her face because did he really just ask that?
Niall is grateful they haven’t ordered desert yet and there’s nothing to ruin this shirt because it’s Harry’s and he needs to return it clean.
“You do realise bae means crap right?”
Niall is red with embarrassment and wants to shrivel up and cry and hide under the table.
“Be real with me here,why have you been saying all these things?You sound like a teenager.”
Niall tells her everything.Every cringy detail about the past two dates and the boys ‘helping’ him with his dating.You don’t laugh you just smile and sigh.
“Can I tell you a secret?”,you ask.
“If it were up to me,I would have happily eaten a box or two of pizza with you or some jello no bake cheesecake because this joint is far too fancy for my liking,”you say scrunching up your nose at the silky red table cloth,chandelier and the waiters buzzing around.
Niall laughs whole heartedly,smiling a toothy grin.
“If we’re still being real,I’d be wearing sweat pants too because God knows I can’t dress myself,”,you continue.
“But you look so pretty…I don’t get it,”,Niall says shocked because you look stunning even in this simple outfit.
“Oh my friends dressed me and did this make-up,“,she says smiling and waving a dismissive hand,“everytime I try to do that winged eye thingy I poke myself in the eyeball,I don’t know how though,“she laughs at herself and Niall laughs along with her.
“Harry dressed me tonight in one of his shirts.I,personally, would have liked to wear my grey jumper and be all cozy,”
You gasp and nod in quick succession,“Sameee,but my friends told me the restaurant is too fancy for that,”
It’s half past nine when you leave the restaurant with Niall and he waits with you for a taxi.It’s late and you’re wearing heels that are waging war against the soles of your feet so you strip yourself of them and surrender.Niall’s holding your heels now and you’re wiggling your toes happily against the cold concrete.Niall’s just standing there listening to the sound of the car horns while trying not to look like a creep when he’s inhaling your strawberry scented shampoo.Out of the blue you wrap his free arm around your waist and he blushes but you smile contently,feeling little sparks go off where his hand lay and squeezed the skin the softly.
You pass the time playing I spy and talking about football but your cab pulls up and you have to go.You kiss him goodbye and slip him your phone number telling him to call you tonight.Niall nods and you take your shoes from him,clambering into the back of the cab.
Niall sighs happily and when he gets home he calls you making sure you got home safe before he gets into bed,smiling into his pillow before drifting off to sleep.
The thought struck him late that night and wakes him from his slumber.He’s a hopeless romantic but that doesn’t mean he’s useless.In the new fangled days of relationships he may not know everything but he knows he’s a true gentleman…and the owner of a cheesecake stained shirt.
also if youre interested heres what i did for the “fake a hiveswap trailer” thing
i was pretty far from finished. the face, horns and hoodie were placeholders that i planned to reanimate to look better. then i would have painted a background and added some special lighting effects. maybe one more scene. oh, and i was going to make a final scene with the hiveswap logo and some arbitrary release date, like “August 2017″ or something
in the end i stopped working on it because i decided posting all of that and pretending it was real would have been a massive massive dick move. also i didnt feel like it
It felt like forever to finish this episode
… maybe because of the pausing to cry every 4-5 seconds.
let’s start from the beginning.
I just thought it was cute that Keith’s and Lances drone did this bumping each other hehe
also this episode is what i call the “klance episode” cause..
elevator thingies happened …
I already posted a picture where I prayed that It was Keith wanting to enter the elevator with lance AND OH BOI WAS I RIGHT
I literally squealed when it happened I’m not even sorry
and CAN WE PLEASE JUST ACKNOWLEDGE THAT LANCE IS ONE FUCKING GORGEOUS BOY? (I mean .. no offence. Emo boy is a handsome boy too but lance argh I love him)
They both look so tired aw they deserve everything in the world.
Up top you can see the “were boyfriends we already look confused the same way” look. I very much enjoy this.
Other than this, while sliding down this tunnel thing you can (again) see my only two personalities:
mr darkmcdark dark “im too cool to scream fuck off I’m not scared this ain’t even scary”
Mr “oh no no no no no WERE ALL GOING TO DIEEEEEEE no help.. we’re gonna die I don’t wanna die I’m too handsome to die”
EXTRA: Hunk and coran coran the gorgeous man SAVED THE DAY YEY
SUPER DOOPER EXTRA: Allura and Shiro (aka spacemom and spacedad) kinda holding hands you’re welcome (I don’t even ship it that much but that warmed my heart.)