sweet crazy love

“I am trying to write / a poem in which I am neither a monster nor a martyr”

open: m/f/nb ( 25+ if romantic, age gaps more than welcome ) muse: sade ikande, sous chef connection: significant other, fwbs, rival chef who definitely shouldn't be this close, best friend with a crush etc. space to be creative!

Nova slumps into the chair, groaning audibly. What turned from a passing greeting to her coworker quickly devolved into a full blown tasting menu. "I swear you're doing this on purpose. Stuff my mouth with food so I get bloated and I can't work on my own dishes and you get the promotion." Despite this, they reach over to get a forkful of their dish, humming in content. "I think bringing out the garlic more could really round the dish. But it's yummy and cozy. Perfect for the holidays."

It had been a while since high school. Rhett expected to see people from his past but not him. Jacob. For a moment he froze but shook it off. He wasn’t in the closet anymore and worked too damn hard to be scared of interactions like this. As the other walked over he could see the surprise all over his face.

"I've been doing good." Jacob leans against the nearest horizontal surface. Despite the years that have passed, it feels like things haven't changed. Well, except for the fact they're at Pride, of all places. "Getting things going. Opening up a bakery and all. How have you been?"