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For the lovey @miyeongi-cutie who suggested a bakery AU that I am OBSESSED WITH!!! Hope you like it! 🖤
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“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?”
Shiro shrugged.
“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?”
Hunk chuckled.
“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.”
Shiro chuckled.
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.
“Uh…Shiro?”
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!!”

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.

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He stayed for some stancakes then took off for space and hasn’t been seen or heard from by anyone on Earth since.

gettin-schwifty  asked:

Despite being comically irresponsible when it comes to supervising children, Stan loves Dipper and Mabel unconditionally. Even if Stan is prone to making fun of them at times, he's proven that he really cares about them and would lay down his life for them. What are your thoughts on Stan's affection towards the kids?

You just worded it beautifully right here.

Deep in his heart, I think, Stan is a family man. But he’s been burned by his family—kicked out by his father, rejected by his beloved twin brother. It’s interesting to notice how he doesn’t warm up to the twins from the first season to the second so much as rapid-cycle between grouchy fake-detachment (offering them each a free choice from the gift shop—"The catch is do it before I change my mind") and explicit eagerness to bond with them (the plot of the second episode revolves around an attempt to grow closer to them by taking them on a fishing trip), with the occasional moment of pure self-absorption in which he nearly forgets that they exist (distracted by an old movie on television, unaware that they’ve been out of the house for hours). And then, I had been very sure, upon first watching the series, that he had little interest in the twins at first, but we have it via Alex Hirsch that he drove all the way to the hospital when they were born and fought their grandfather for a chance to hold them. My own theory is that he had a longstanding offer to take on the kids for a summer, and that Mr. and Mrs. Pines finally accepted it when they considered the kids old enough—at which point they were both a little beyond him, teetering on the verge of teenhood, not the trusting tykes he’d envisioned who would be eager to listen to his jokes and watch him bait a hook.

Stan is a family man, but he never had a family of his own. I think it’s easy to imagine him being inclined to have one, which is why the “Grunkle 4 Grandpa” theories caught on as quickly as they did (frankly, there’s a lot that still hasn’t been explained to my satisfaction). A lot of people latched on to a throwaway line in “Little Gift Shop of Horrors"—"next thing you know, you gotta raise a kid, your life falls apart"—which Hirsch explained not as a confession of a personal experience but as something Stan’s father had often said to him. If this is the case, it might help to explain why Stan, who was apparently successful with women in his younger days, never held down a relationship; fatherhood may have held a lingering fear for him.

Yet despite his best efforts at detachment from humanity (let’s be real, Stan couldn’t even detach himself from some characters in an old TV movie), despite his gruff and cynical attitude and his crabbed bachelor existence, he’s managed—almost unwittingly—to attract a child to himself. Soos Ramirez has looked up to Stan since he was very young, considers him a father figure, and dreams of being adopted by him—something Stan seems not to be aware of. I think that has a lot to do with Stan’s conception of fatherhood. See, Stan is protective of Soos—he got himself banned from airplanes in an effort to help shield him from a source of trauma—and protectiveness had no place in Filbrick Pines’ parenting philosophy. He taught his sons to be stronger, tougher, so that they could protect themselves; Stan, perceiving vulnerability in Dipper, puts him to work, determined to give him the strength and resource he needs to fight back. This, to Stan, is fatherhood, a school of endurance against future cruelties; his father’s love was tough love, and he doesn’t realize yet that fatherhood can also mean busting out the brass knuckles and smacking some zombies around because the kids aren’t strong enough to handle them yet. That it can mean the urge to punch a dinosaur in the face rather than let that little girl’s heart get broken, or to get labeled a flight risk rather than see that boy sad even for one day out of the year. This might not be the appropriate reaction in every instance, and those boxing skills undoubtedly served Stan well, but the point is that Mabel and Dipper change the conception of fatherhood that Stan has been taught from birth, and it’s not coincidental that his arc ends in the moment when he treats Soos like a son, passing the Mystery Shack down to him.

This is where a key thesis of the show—that it’s never too late to start again—is extremely important. Stan could be bitter that no one told him sooner that having children wouldn’t ruin his life but just might save it, that a father could be loving and gentle as well as strong and stern (when did he stop referring to Mabel as “[Dipper’s] sister” and start calling her “sweetie” and “pumpkin”?), and that his tenderness of heart wouldn’t be a deficiency when it came to dealing with children but would be his greatest asset. He could be sad about what he missed out on for so many years. But he’s too busy being Stanley Pines, a hero to his family; he’s too busy rejoicing in everything he has right now.

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Stanuary week two: Protect
He might not always be able to be there to protect his brother from bullies, but at least he can keep him from taking their words to heart.


You can see all of my Stanuary entries here.

Everybody has that one friend in school who, like, school would be a nightmare without them. You know, like one person who is on your level who makes the same dumb jokes, is into the same weird games that you are, just like gets your sense of humor. And like, it can be the most meaningful thing in the world to have that person. I feel like every place I’ve been I have had at least one really good friend, who like… I can get through how awful it is because they’re there. And I think, y'know… McGucket and Ford were those kind of friends.
—  Alex Hirsch