#raspberry cookie fluff

[sleepingdeath-sapphic]

Hello! If your request are open I was wondering could you do headcanons for fem reader x Kumiho cookie or Raspberry Cookie? Unless you've already done something for them I haven't been able to find it. ^^

fem s/o hcs ; cookie run kingdom

thank you for requesting anon <3

this includes both kumiho cookie and raspberry cookie <3

reader is assumed as female <3

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-> kumiho cookie

when it comes to pet names she generally leans towards cutesy stuff (think: ‘sweetie’, ‘honey’, ‘baby’, etc.) but she usually just uses your name unless she actively wants something from you — like your attention if she feels like you’re ‘neglecting her’ too much

on the other hand, she hates being called by her ‘name’ and much prefers being referred to as all sorts of cute pet names by you — so anything from ‘darling’ and ‘dearest’ to ‘angel’ and ‘cutie’ is completely fine by her (and will be rewarded if such terms of endearment don’t come as naturally to her you as they do to her)

she’s very physically affectionate and always seems to be hanging off of your body when you’re together (an arm around your shoulder, cuddling into your side whilst hugging your arm, hugging you from behind, kissing your neck/cheek/lips randomly, etc.) and she’s also very liberal when it comes to complimenting you (when you’re with her it’s pretty much impossible to think negatively about yourself) — but her main love language is actually quality time

she’s absolutely the type of girlfriend to pick at your food when you’re eating even though she doesn’t necessarily need to eat like you do — she’s also the sort to enjoy being ‘cutesy’ by hand feeding you sweets, fruits, and snacks whenever you’re eating together

being with you and knowing that you’re spending time with her because you care for her as a person and aren’t just caught up in her charm and seduction is incredibly comforting and reassuring for kumiho cookie — especially if that quality time allows her to shed her human form for a bit and be playful in her original body (bonus points if you let her nap on/beside you whilst she’s a fox because those bouts of sleep are the best she ever has)

she’s quick to jealousy but the way that she goes about showing it isn’t exactly obvious to anyone that isn’t really close to her (anyone but you, in other words): being extra affectionate towards you, verbally flirting with you, batting her eyelashes at you, trying to lure you away from the other party through whatever means possible, and subtly glaring at and goading the person she’s jealous of whenever you’re not looking at her

kumiho cookie is forever bragging about you and all of your accomplishments to anyone who will listen — discussing the treats and foods you’ve made for her with vendors at the markets she frequents, charming others into doing what she wants whilst dropping in comments about how in love she is with you (making it clear that she’s taken whilst still getting whatever she desires from them), and gushing over the last date you took her on with those she gets along with (usually okchun cookie after she helps her village) whenever she gets the chance

-> raspberry cookie

raspberry cookie defaults to terms of endearment that are more ‘traditional’ and ‘respectable’ because of her upbringing, social status, and the perception of her within her family (and because of it) — so things like ‘darling’, ‘angel’ and ‘my dear’ are common place for her

her main love languages are acts of service (giving) and words of affirmation (receiving) — she’s forever bringing you your favourite foods from the markets and running you baths after long days, and after a stressful day of training or an event where she felt like she fell just short of her goal, she loves nothing more than coming home to you and being wrapped up in your arms as you tell her, earnestly, how much you love her and how proud you are of her for how far she’s come

her kisses are all very chaste and appropriate until the two of you are married (and even then she’s still very proper around others) because of how she’s been brought up: light pecks to the insides of your wrists, chaste kisses along each knuckle and fingertip, kissing the back of your hand before she leaves you to go and train, pressing her lips to your temple/the crown of your head before you part ways for a longer period of time, and even chastely pecking your lips in a stolen moment of privacy at one of the grand royal balls held by queen hollyberry and her family

she’s incredibly protective over you and isn’t afraid to challenge anyone who dares to insult or mistreat you to a duel — though they very rarely take her up on her offer due to her reputation as a skilled swordswoman and the vast majority will trip over their words in an attempt to apologise to you before fleeing with their tails between their legs

when talking to others she never uses the words ‘girlfriend’ or ‘partner’ to refer to you as she doesn’t like the sound of them — ‘my beloved’ is the term she uses most often for you and, later on in your relationship, she’ll start calling you things like ‘my fiancée’ and ‘my wife’ with so much obvious pride that it makes your heart swell

she doesn’t really get jealous so much as she gets protective over you — she trusts you with everything she has and knows that you’d never stray from your relationship, but she’s also keenly aware of the fact that there are others in the kingdom that are interested in you and that won’t necessarily respect a simple ‘no thank you’ or another such form of rejection (hence why she insists on training you to protect yourself and why she always sticks close by you when you’re in public together)

if you offer to feed her some of whatever you’re eating (e.g. picking a single grape off of the vine, or taking a small piece of the cake you’re testing and bringing it to her lips to try), then raspberry cookie will promptly go pink in the cheeks and timidly accept your offer — she’s not used to small ‘cute’ gestures like that, which is plainly obvious once you get to know her, but she appreciates them nonetheless

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; raspberry cookie

requested by ; anonymous (19/07/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; raspberry cookie

outline ; “Could you do dating headcanons for Raspberry Cookie?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

raspberry cookie has a massive amount of pride in her house and her reputation — so she’s incredibly reluctant to show any public affection to you beyond what’s socially acceptable (which isn’t to say she doesn’t want to, rather that she’s caught up in social proprieties and her house name to try and break out of that bubble at all)

she tends to either call you by your preferred name or she’ll use a more traditional pet name for you — think along the lines of ‘darling’, ‘dear’ or ‘my love’

she’s a complete and utter gentlewoman and she gives a full show of chivalry whenever you’re together: opening doors for you, helping you put on any jewellery, walking you home after every date, kissing you on the back of your hand, etc.

most of her ‘pda’ tends to come in a few distinct ways: hand/knuckle kisses, interlinking arms and cheek/temple kisses — just the things that she’s been raised to see as ‘appropriate’ in a front of others

trains her swordsmanship everyday and would deeply appreciate it if you accompanied her there — supporting her from the sidelines and giving her a reason to show off everything she’s learned over the years (and if you ever asked her to train you then she’d accept in a heartbeat)

she loves being able to spoil you with gifts and meals and dates — taking you out to the best restaurants in the kingdom, making sure that you’re never without accessories and jewellery and clothing that fit you and suit your style, going on weekly excursions together to keep things interesting, etc.

related to the above, but she never stops trying to woo you through grand and small romantic gestures and dates — always making a point to ensure that you feel appreciated and loved and desired by her (always slightly worried about you withdrawing and doubting her affections because of her issues with pda and her busy schedule)

she’s extremely protective over you both in a literal sense (your physical/mental well-being) and in regards to your ‘honour’ — this has gotten her into many fights (all of which she won, of course) because she happened to overhear someone spreading rumours about you or because someone shoved you to one side to gain access to whatever you were standing in front of

whenever you’re physically or mentally unwell raspberry cookie will absolutely pamper you — bringing you home cooked meals, smothering you with fluffy blankets and pillows, checking in frequently to make sure you’re okay, making sure you’re taking your medicine if you need some and just generally making sure that you’re recovering as well as possible

she keeps each and every gift you give her whether it’s handmade, a random trinket or even things like rocks and shells that you picked up and gave her — they’re all on display around her home

[r3dd1shth1ng]

Hi very small art dump its been a while

Those fucking cookies fhat i hate

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Oh Lady, My Lady — Raspberry Cookie x GN Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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On the grounds of the Hollyberry Kingdom and in the gardens of Chateau Raspberry, the fragrant flowers surrounded by greenery shone brilliantly in the sun. Elegantly glazed hot pink hair was illuminated by the rays, a confident smirk in your vision as a candy cane striped blade crossed with your own. You grunted, trying to stand your ground against the heir to House Raspberry, clutching the hilt of your blade tightly.

Raspberry Cookie gave a well placed push. You dug your feet into cobblestone, briefly glancing behind you. The second you did, you felt your legs being sweeped, quickly sending you to the ground. You couldn't help but frown when hearing loud laughter from above. "That feels like a cheap shot" you mumbled to the heiress. "You know not to look behind you by now, I've taught you much better than that" Raspberry Cookie responded.

You looked up with a playful glare, but your dough heated up on the cheeks when seeing the Cookie above you. She was illuminated by golden hues, painted in a rose gold ring around her form. She was smiling confidently, looking down at you with eyes upturned in enjoyment. She chuckled good naturedly, extending a hand to you "Come on, let's get you cleaned up". You felt your thought process stutter, reaching your hand out and letting her help you stand.

She dusted off your outfit for you, fixing up the collar of your shirt. She wiped a bit of dirt off of your face as well. She began leading you to the Chateau, bringing you into the wide doors all dipped in deep pink. It was polished and clean within, exactly what you'd come to expect from House Raspberry. "Do you think a bath will help?" Raspberry Cookie asked you "You worked up a sweat out there". "That sounds nice" you grinned back.

Raspberry confidently led you past whoever was around, and you had to pick up the pace a little to keep up. She stopped when getting to the stairs, and you felt a twinge in your leg. You hissed a little in pain, rubbing the area. She turned around, frowning in concern. "Are you alright?" She asked, tilting her head to look "Did I hurt you?". "I think I'm okay" you mumbled, but Raspberry Cookie shook her head "No no, I'm sure this was a result of our last round. You hit the ground rather hard"

Before you could brush it off, you felt yourself being swept off of your feet. Raspberry had scooped you into her arms, holding you in a bridal-style carry against her chest. You felt yourself blush even more, feeling your cheek squished against the white puffy cravat she wore. You glanced up, meeting her kind burgundy eyes. "There we go, all set!" She said, starting up the winding stairs. "B-But my lady, I'm sure I-" you began, Raspberry cutting you off "I'm the one who did this, it's only fair that I make up for it!"

You let it go with a little nod, nervously leaning into the strong arms that were holding you up. Within moments you were in Raspberry's chambers, and she was gently setting you on the plush comfort of the mattress. She leaned down, analyzing your leg with a gentle grip. After a little prodding and rubbing, she leaned back "It's not broken, but you should stay off it for a while" she explained. She then went to the side of the bed, fixing a drink from a clean basin "I'll be your guard until then!". You chuckled at her resilience, accepting the cup and sipping from it "thank you, my lady"

"No problem at all, my knight" Raspberry replied, giving a deep bow. She began making her way to the bathroom, flitting in and out to set up towels, a new set of clothes, and turning on the bathtub faucet. You felt relaxed at the brought on pampering, smiling as the fencer came back into the room. "Your bath is ready, my knight" she said, stepping back up to try and lift you once more. You sat yourself up, sliding into her arms in a big embrace. You then stood straighter, pressing your foreheads together "Thank you, Raspberry" you said gently "Today was fun"

"I'm glad" Raspberry responded, gently pecking your cheek "We can resume when you're healed. For now, I order you to rest". "Of course, of course" you nodded, leaning back. Once she picked you back up again, you nestled to her more easily. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad, it was nice to have some help. And if it meant spending time with your lady, then that was all the better.

[doovild]

i really love how you draw ppls cookies! can i ask to see more?

i did more then one cause i do actually enjoy drawing friends cookie sonas/ocs !

[channydraws]

So you hate me and want me dead.

I went back to her level with one cookie just to watch her die again...

[desiredcaramellatte]

Hi hi! Could you do raspberry cookie headcanons with a s/o whose like werewolf cookie in the fact they can transform into a werewolf and is kinda really scared that their gonna accidentally hurt her?

You’re so real for this anon

Raspberry x Werewolf Reader

Raspberry is not scared easily. When she first saw you as a werewolf she was kinda like huh. Dog. Cool.

She both loves and hates the fact that you’re very careful around her. Like yeah she understands it’s sweet and everything but it’s a little demeaning to her. She wants you to know she can stand up for herself!

She will wrestle with you if you ever allow it. She likes playing little games with you too, or having arm wrestling contests or just generally exercising with you.

Raspberry is really into yoga and no one can tell me otherwise. She’s probably gonna drag you into it to. She’s also likely to drag other knights like her cousin or Madeleine into it as well. Be prepared to have an entire yoga class every Friday.

Will fight and defend your honor should it ever be questioned. No joke, if someone insults you or calls you a derogatory term for werewolves then this woman is ready to kill. Maybe not kill. But she’s ready to prove anyone wrong who believes so, through words or actions.

She really likes fluffy things. Expect lots of pets and fur ruffles in your werewolf form. She’ll also help trim the floof if it gets too long or gets in the way.

Overall any type of physical affection is something that Raspberry Cookie loves. She doesn’t care if you have claws or teeth or anything similar, she just craves affection from you!

[randomruff]

Music, a cup of tea and silent yet grateful company.

Raspberry cookie sighed in content as she put down her teacup. The crisp warm air of the night flowing past her and the beautiful, elegant melody of Mint Choco cookie’s violin whispering in her ears was a wonderful way to enjoy a cup of tea. ‘Speaking of Mint Choco cookie...’ she thought as she looked at him from the other side of the table.  

This was not the first time they’d done this, and she doubted it’ll be the last. It was a simple yet relaxing endeavor that she, quite embarrassingly quick, became addicted to. 

At first, she merely thought it a coincidence that he had been performing when she was so tired out from fencing that evening. Yet, it made little sense since Mint barely plays so late. At least, from what she hears.  

Perhaps he does, considering how much his love for music almost matches her love for fencing. 

‘Ah, is that why?’ she wondered. Did Mint Choco cookie do this because he understands that since you want to master what you love, you wear yourself out when not careful? Because he’s done it before? Raspberry smiled softly. “Thank you,” she whispered, adoring gratitude filling her voice.  

The music came to a pause. Mint Choco opened his eyes and looked at her. She didn’t mind. It was, after all, the first time she had spoken since this all started. Mint Choco smiled. “Anytime,” he whispered back and went back to playing. Raspberry giggled and took another sip of tea. 

‘Yes, anytime.’ Perhaps she should give him a gift tomorrow, as a way of showing her gratitude. ‘Yes, that I shall.’  

After all, what better way to end the day with Music, a Cup of Tea, and Silent yet grateful company?  

[rafey-baby]

sweet treat 5

shy!reader really wants to tell construction worker!rafe how she feels but what if he doesn’t feel the same way?  

c/w: the L word, mostly fluff, her being an overthinker & getting a little jealous, pda, 18+ mdni!

wc: 2.3k 

sooo this is the last part! (might write some extras but i make no promises) & just wanted to say how much i appreciate everyone who reads my stuff. the first part was my first piece of writing on this blog and i was overjoyed by the warm welcome and all the kind comments, asks & reblogs (nothing goes unnoticed by me!) so thank u so so much for being so lovely <33

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It’s been exactly two weeks since she came to terms with the fact that she’s in love with him.

She hasn’t been able to sleep all that well and has tried her very best to avoid Rafe, albeit fruitlessly since he insists on driving her home every day and on top of that, often invites himself over or asks her to stay the night at his— not accepting her excuses about being tired and having to wake up early.   

“Why don’t we jus’…be tired ‘n wake up early together then?” his grin is playful. And how is she meant to refuse that?  

And if everything he does wasn’t already suffocating her enough, he’s now helping with the renovation of the cafe since her boss wanted to expand the business; turn the small coffee shop into a bigger one in hopes of more space for new tables and seats, because the amount of clients they got was beginning to be too much for everyone to comfortably enjoy their stay. 

Therefore, she now has to work in the same building as him every single day because (unfortunately) the renovation work isn’t disturbing the current cafe from running nor decreasing the number of customers with a sweet tooth or a craving for their usual morning coffee.   

And none of this would be a problem, if Rafe wasn’t walking around all sweaty and dusty, biceps bulging whenever he’d lift wooden planks over his shoulder or carry around different equipment— looking as attractive as ever.

And with these newfound lovey-dovey feelings trying to break through the surface, she doesn’t know how she’s supposed to stop herself from ogling him or keep her rapid heartbeats to herself whenever he wanders over for a chat on his breaks. She tries to act as normal as she can, but she can tell that he’s starting to pick up on her excessive rambling and stuttering, flushed cheeks and anxious fingers fixing her hair every two seconds whenever he’s talking to her.  

In fact, she’s certain he can see right through her, knows that she’s hiding something. She can practically see how he wants to bring it up more often than not, but seemingly hasn’t found the right way to approach the subject yet, and she can sense that she’s running out of time— can’t tolerate lying to him for much longer.   

She’s been thinking this whole thing through over and over again, to the point of her head hurting while she bakes Rafe’s favorite lemon raspberry cookies as a distraction and because he’s been working so hard she wants to surprise him; see the soft smile that makes the whole world glitter whenever he graces her with it.  

And she wants to tell him, wants him to know how deeply she feels for him; how much she appreciates him but every time she tries to open her mouth, the words seem to evaporate before they’ve even begun to sprout on her nervous tongue.

Because what if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if this is all just a casual thing for him and she’s making it into something more than it is? These bleak thoughts turn her mood sour— a pout forming on her lips as she concentrates on topping the flamingo pink icing with fresh blueberries, adding the final touches to their most popular vanilla cupcakes.

And as she’s taking Rafe’s cookies out the oven, she comes to the conclusion that she really only has two options; she either tells him or she doesn’t.

If she tells him, there’s a very high possibility that he looks at her with a crease between his brows and words about not wanting for this to be anything serious hitting her against the face. And if she doesn’t, then…well she doesn’t really have anything to lose, does she? Except maybe the what ifs haunting her for the rest of eternity.   

She tries to get rid of the tormenting thoughts with a shake of her head as she sets the cookies off to cool down, and begins to place the finished cupcakes onto the display counter, trying her hardest to just forget about it all.  

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Later that day, when Rafe is contently munching on the cookies she plated for him and happily distracting her from work, someone approaches the counter; a girl with glossy lips and shiny hair.   

“Hi! Could I please get a mango matcha latte?” her eyes are as green as grass as she places her order.  

“Of course, would you like it with ice or no ice?”   

“With ice, please.”

“Coming right up,” she gives the girl a polite smile when her payment goes through.   

“You’re working on the renovation?” the girl’s attention then turns towards Rafe, making Y/N’s gaze flicker over to them as she puts blended mango into the bottom of a tall glass.  

“Yeah, the cafe’s gon’ be twice as big as it’s now,” he drawls, putting the half-eaten baked good down.   

“That’s so cool. You know, I’ve always wondered how construction workers are so strong. Do you go to the gym a lot?” a saccharine voice reaches Y/N’s ears, making her brows furrow while she measures the right amount of matcha powder, trying to appear nonchalant.   

“Uh, yeah, yeah, also think m’workdays sometimes count as workouts,” he scratches the back of his head as she lets out a giggle. It wasn’t that funny, Y/N thinks with a roll of her eyes.   

“Hey, I was actually wondering if maybe you’d wanna hang out sometime? Could give you my number?”   

Something muddy swirls in her stomach in response to the girl’s straightforward question. She doesn’t particularly appreciate the fact that she’s blatantly hitting on Rafe right in front of her, even if she’s painfully aware that they’re not together and the girl probably assumed they were just friends, which they are.  

However, she can’t prevent herself from turning grumpy from the mere notion of him being interested in someone else. After all, the girl is stunning and she wouldn’t really blame him if he wanted to at least consider her offer.  

“Uh, m’actually not available right now,” he offers an apologetic smile when the girl’s shoulders slump.   

“No? That’s a shame. Well, let me know when that changes?” she gives him a flirty smile that makes Y/N quietly scoff as she pours the milk into the mix.  

“S’not changing anytime soon,” she mutters under her breath, making both of their heads turn towards her.   

Fuck, did she really say that out loud?  

“Sorry?” the girl asks, muted jade settling on her suddenly tense form.

“Oh, um— jus’ that…here’s your drink,” she peeps out in her state of embarrassment, feeling Rafe’s eyes burning into the side of her face as she sticks a paper straw into the beverage; the ice cubes clinking together when she hands it out to her.

“Right, thanks,” she says before looking over to Rafe once more, seemingly expecting him to give her an answer of his own.  

“Uh…yeah, what she said. Not changin’ anytime soon,” his grin is wide, making the girl’s cheeks flush.  

And when it’s just the two of them again, she flits her eyes down— busying herself with a wooden container of tea bags she’s trying to organize, unable to face him.  

“What was, uh…what was that about?” his tone is taunting, an annoying smirk playing on his features.  

“Nothing,” she quickly dismisses, avoiding his gaze.  

“Nothin’? You’re tellin’ me you weren’t just real fuckin’ jealous two seconds ago?”  

“N—no,” she can’t even convince herself with the pitiful denial.  

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, m’all yours, alright?” he chuckles as he stuffs the rest of the cookie into his mouth.  

“How did you know I jus’ was cravin’ these?” he asks around the mouthful as she tries to brush aside the sudden tingle in her ribcage.   

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A few days later, when her shift is coming to an end, her other coworker already beginning to take orders and telling her she’s free to go, she drags Rafe behind the counter and practically forces him to taste test a new recipe she’s tried out; a walnut carrot cake with lime buttercream. 

“Wow, this is…amazing. The sourness in the frosting is so good,” his voice is muffled by his chewing and her heart warms in response to his commentary, never one to shy away from showering her in compliments.  

“You think so? I actually added the lime jus’ cause I know how much you like citrus fruits so, m’really glad you like it,” she beams at him.  

“Yeah? Made this jus’ for me, huh? Can I ask why m’gettin’ this special treatment all of a sudden?” his tone is playful, tongue licking over his bottom lip to clean up the bit of icing lingering there.   

“Well, cause I love you and—” she blurts out before her entire body tenses; mouth hanging open in shock and wide eyes slowly moving to look at him, trying to verify whether he heard it or not. Of course he did. She wasn’t exactly quiet now, was she?   

“You…you love me?” he raises his brows in surprise.  

“Uh…I— I didn’t mean to…I mean, you probably don’t feel the same so doesn’t really matter. Just— um...jus’ forget I said that. I don’t know why I—”   

“What are you talkin’ about? You think I spend most of my time with you cause I…what? Dislike you? You can be so silly sometimes, you know?” he scoffs, setting the golden fork down on the porcelain plate.  

She stays silent. 

“What I’m sayin’ is that m’obsessed with you. I mean, you’re even in my fuckin’ dreams, right? But listen, love has always been a little, uh, tricky for me cause m’relationship with my family has always been, uh, complicated? But if me wantin’ to spend every second of my day with you means I love you too, then, shit, maybe I do. But I need some time before I can really say that shit, you get that?” his words are honest and raw and she thinks her rattling heart is going to beat out of her chest.  

“I— um…yeah, of course. Take all the time you need,” she finally manages out.  

“Hey, c’mere,” he says before he’s practically dragging her dumbfounded form into his embrace; — beefy arms pulling her flush against his chest.  

“I mean, we’re basically already datin’ at this point, no? Wasn’t sure how to make it official without freakin’ you out but since you love me, think you’re all good, yeah?” 

She mumbles something incoherent in response.  

“So wanna be my little girlfriend or what?” he murmurs into her hair.  

“I— of course I do,” she speaks against his shirt.   

“Yeah?”   

“Mhm,” she hums before he tucks an index finger under her chin and lifts her face to look up at him—his thumb toying with her bottom lip before he’s leaning down and smearing a sloppy kiss against her mouth.   

“Shit, you’re so adorable, jus’ wanna swallow you whole sometimes,” he murmurs with a soft smile tugging at his lips and eyes twinkling with something syrupy in them.   

“I love you,” she mumbles, almost inaudible; words still too tender to consciously say out loud.   

“Say it again,” he practically demands.  

“Um…I love you,” her voice is nearly a whisper.  

“What was that? Think you can say it a little louder?” he teases.   

“Rafe, stop…you’re embarrassing me,” she whines, cheeks heating up.

“No, m’not. Jus’ wanna hear you say it,” his smirk is all big and smug and it makes her huff.  

“ILOVEYOU, okay?” the words mesh together like fluffy clouds in the sky and her volume is louder than he’s probably ever heard it, causing a couple of curious heads to turn and the lively chatter around them to quiet down some.   

“Yeah? You guys heard that? She LOVES me,” he’s nearly shouting, looking around with a stupid grin on his face— making her flush and hide behind her hands as a few customers cheerfully titter in entertainment.  

“Congrats, dude!” someone even yells.

“Oh my god, Rafe. Why would you do that?” her mortified eyes widen as she crouches down; trying to find shelter behind the pale-yellow counter. “M’never leaving my house again,” she complains with a glare.   

However, he doesn’t seem all that bothered by the whole thing, simply chuckling with dimples denting his cheeks— the light-hearted sound making her stomach flutter despite the humiliation crawling up her spine and making her want to vanish into the cracks on the floorboards.   

“Of course you are, m’your boyfriend now which means m’takin’ you out on a date tomorrow, yeah?” he lifts her up with a grip on her waist, pulling her flush against him while his fingertips slip underneath the hem of her shirt, smoothing over her bare stomach and making her let out a squeak.  

Then, he’s grasping her jaw in one hand and pressing his mouth on hers again— her protests withering away like a dead rose when he slips his tongue past the seam of her lips, dragging out an involuntary whimper from her, before she pulls away and hides her face in his chest when she feels multiple pairs of eyes staring at them.  

“Rafe, can we just go already?” she pleads, voice small before he’s guiding her out of the coffee shop; his hand resting on the small of her back and calming her down some. 

And despite the little scene he caused, she thinks she might just be the happiest girl on the island as he helps her climb into his truck with a honeyed kiss warming the apple of her cheek.

[katsukistofu]

claire de lune

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ k. bakugo x fem reader. 1.8k words — domestic fluff. slightly suggestive. ⭑ there’s nothing you and katsuki wouldn’t do for your baby girl, and that includes giving her the moon.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

“Yes angel?”

“I want that thing down!” Your daughter points above you with her tiny finger. The faint chirping of crickets can be heard in the distance, and tall, silken blades of grass tickle the both of your cheeks as you gaze upward at the vast periwinkle sky. 

A sweet smile spreads across your lips. “You want me to get the moon down?” 

“Yeah!” 

“Aw sweetheart, I’d get it for you but mommy can’t reach that high. Daddy probably can though.”

She pouts at this, and turns away from you to poke her dad who is on the brink of falling asleep again on the other side of her. 

“Dada!”

Katsuki’s eyes flutter open and he groggily faces her, head resting on his folded arms behind him. You bite back a laugh at the crumbs still decorating his cheeks. Sumi was trying to balance Cheeto puffs on his nose earlier before his nap. “What ‘sup bubba?”

She points at the moon again. “Get it down.”

“That?” Your husband covers his mouth to yawn, glancing up at the darkening sky. Sumi nods excitedly. “M’kay. Was thinking about it when you and mommy started lookin’ anyway.” He says it so casually, like getting the moon for her was a feat as simple as buying a carton of strawberries at the store.

“Yay!” Sumi cheers, and he chuckles when she struggles to slip her hand under his arm on the ground to hug it. Katsuki rolls over and she giggles, now sandwiched between the both of you as you hug her.

“Sumi, how about you wait inside while Daddy gets it for you?” You suggest. It was starting to get late. 

“Nooo,” Sumi whines. “Wanna stay here and watch.”

“You can have the last cookie in the kitchen’s jar.”

Sumi’s eyes brighten. “The bear one that looks like dada!”

“That’s right, sweetheart. The one with his grump grump face.”

“Who’re you calling a grump grump.” Katsuki scowls, secretly reaching over Sumi to give an affectionate pinch to the softness of your hip and you squeal. 

“Sumi, Daddy’s being mean to mommy!”

Sumi’s face matches Katsuki’s expression from before. “Stop that dada!” 

Katsuki slyly grins and withdraws his hand, masking his face into an expression that is the definition of innocence. With amusement, you note the little huff of pride he makes seeing Sumi’s tiny scowl, perfectly identical to his. “Mommy started it.” 

She blows a raspberry at him and wriggles out of his grasp, then gives the both of you pats on the head like you’re misbehaving puppies and finally runs off back into the house. 

“You two play nice!” Sumi waggles her finger with as much sternness as a three year old can muster before promptly shutting the door in your faces.

Katsuki meets your eyes with his and the both of you laugh on the grass, breathlessly clutching each other. 

“I wonder who she takes after more,” you muse between giggles. 

“Definitely you.” Katsuki rolls his eyes, bringing you closer to him with his arms snug around your waist.

“Whaaat? No way, I was totally going to say you.” You grin cheekily, eyes going almost comically wide when he kisses you hard on the mouth in response.

“Shut up.” 

“Kiss me again and I will,” you murmur dazedly and he chuckles, muttering something under his breath about you being insatiable despite leaning in to give you another one.

With how close he is, everything is soft eyelashes, the dull thudding of his heart beat synchronizing with yours as his firm chest presses against you, and the warmth radiating from his smooth skin, slowly seeping into your body.

Each movement of your lips brushes his mouth more and more against yours and even after almost a decade of being together, the feeling still makes your brain go fuzzy. All your thoughts melt away. It’s just you and him.

“Kats,” you breathe in warning. His fingers have somehow found their way under your sundress and they’re mindlessly tracing nonsensical shapes into the small of your back, his other arm still tightly wrapping you in his warm embrace. “I really, really need to go iron your suit for tomorrow. Plus, aren’t you supposed to be catching the moon right now, mister?”

“Just ten more minutes,” Katsuki murmurs against your collarbone and you shiver. His voice is still husky with sleep. “And I already caught the thing.”

“Really? Proof or you’re lying.” You raise a brow skeptically, and you should’ve known better than to doubt him when he actually reaches behind him, the wedding ring that he never takes off even to wear his hero costume glinting in the moonlight, to lift up a neatly wrapped up box with a little baby pink ribbon on it. 

Your mouth drops open in surprise. “Where the hell did you get that?”

Katsuki grins proudly. “Found it after patrol last week with Eijiro.”

“It being…?”

“The moon.” He sets the box down in front of you. “It’s a night light, ‘cause I know Mimi’s scared of the dark.” 

“Aww Katsuki,” you coo, reaching out to caress his cheek. “That’s so cute.”

He blushes at the pure look of adoration in your eyes, and you can’t help but smile when he hides his face in your hair. “S’nothin’. Just getting the best for our little girl.”

Your husband grumbles when you let out that perfect, angelic giggle of yours and rest your hand on his head in response. He was so adorable. 

The way he’s acting is so similar to how you did at the beginning of your relationship all those years ago in high school, but it seems that as the both of you got older the tables turned and he was the clingier one now, much to the amusement of your classmates and the press when they managed to get ahold of you.

Katsuki lets out a low, content hum as you run your fingers through his soft hair. The both of you lay there, basking in each other’s touch and comfortable silence.

“Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you when you were sunbathing on the beach this morning.”

Your cheeks are warm. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.” Katsuki smirks at your expression. “Sumi kept smacking me with her damn shovel when we were making sand castles. Stop staring at mommy, it's rude!” He says, mimicking your daughter’s scolding tone.

You laugh at his Sumi impression. “My girl was trying to teach you some manners!”

“Damn straight.” He grins against your neck, and your cheeks grow hot at the way his teeth lightly graze over your skin. “That’s why I said she’s more like you, mommy.”

Your stomach flips against your will and your cheeks burn as you smack his well-muscled chest. “Don’t call me that!”

“Hah? Am I hearing my wife being embarrassed right now, after everything we’ve done? After what we made together?” Katsuki teases. “When you’re talking to Sumi you call me dadd—“

“What’s taking you so long!” Speaking of the little devil, Sumi’s impatient voice floats down to the garden through the open window of her room upstairs. “I want my moon and bedtime story now!”

“We’re on our way, Sumi!” You call up. Katsuki reluctantly lets you pull away from his arms, and the both of you stand up to dust yourselves off. He groans as he cracks his back next to you.

“Don’t think we’re nursing home age just yet,” you say jokingly. Katsuki snorts and pinches your cheek for the jibe. 

“You’re lucky I’m still gonna think you’re cute when you’re in grandma diapers.”

“Wha—Hey!” You trail after him into the house. Damn his fast pace and his longer legs. He’s already up the stairs, the present box in his hand.

You reach the top of the stairs and head for the familiar light pink interior of Sumi’s room but stop in the doorway to coo at the sight before you. 

“Hey, squirt. Got the moon for you, just like I said I would.” Katsuki’s voice is gentle as he kneels on the floor to meet her sparkling eyes, and gently shakes the box in his hands before holding it out to her.

“Whoaaa!” Sumi eagerly takes it. “Thank you dada!” 

She raises her head and spots you leaning against the frame of her door. “Mommy look!”

“I’m looking, Mimi.”

“You and dada watch me open it.” 

“Okay, go ahead we’re watching.” Katsuki and you smile softly as she unwraps the present with care and she gasps, tiny hands taking the globe-shaped, moon night light out. It was decorated with realistic looking craters, and even came with a wooden stand to put it on.

“So cute.” Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. “So pretty.” Then she tilts her head in the direction of her open curtains.

“Why’s she still up there though?” Sumi asks curiously, and Katsuki chuckles. Of course his kid is way too smart to be tricked by something like a night light. 

“Well we can’t actually take the moon away, sweetie. She has her stars to take care of.”

“Oh.” Sumi frowns, deep in thought, then perks up. “Mr. Sun would miss her too!”

“Mhm, that’s right.” You ruffle her hair playfully and she squeals. “That’d be like someone taking me away from you and daddy.”

“No!” Sumi pouts. “Don’t like that. Wanna stay with you and dada forever.”

“And you will, Sumi.” Katsuki pats her little head with his much larger hand in reassurance. “Mommy and I are gonna to be with you forever. Right mommy?”

You sigh, realizing he’s got you trapped. “That’s right… daddy,” you grit out, ignoring the victorious grin that causes his unfairly attractive dimple to appear on his cheek and you head straight for Sumi’s spot on the bed, taking a seat next to her. She leans against your arm, and you press a loving kiss to the top of her head. 

Sumi holds the night light out to Katsuki, who gently sets it down on her nightstand and plugs it in. It casts a soft, white glow, just like real moonlight on his face, and Sumi and you ooh and awe at it in appreciation.

“Can I have my bedtime story now?” Sumi pipes up.

“Sure, think it’s mommy’s turn to read.” Katsuki joins the both of you in bed, sliding an arm behind you. “What book were you thinking of tonight?”

“Le Peewee Prince!”

You giggle. “Le Petit Prince?”

“Yeah, that one!”

“Okay then. Come here and lay down, sweetheart.” You take the bookmark out from where you left off last time, the moon night light beside you illuminating the pages as you begin to read.

“Goodbye, said the fox.” You recite in a quiet, dulcet voice. Katsuki’s arm around your waist hugs you and Sumi closer, who snuggles up between you both, blanket tucked snug under her chin. Your chest warms at the sight, and you continue. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye…”

[seilahdiaries]

honeymoon baby

❝ let’s just go back to the way it was, when we were on honeymoon avenue .❞ 𝓯! reader . fluff hurt kissing

you and dallas were never really a thing. there were no labels, no promises or no sappy declarations.

just him. showing up on a random wednesday ready to steal you away from cozy afternoons and your fairy lights. he’d lean on your front gate with a cigarette and a lazy smirk you knew too well.

you’d come out with a cardigan sliding off your shoulder, lip gloss smudged from huried application. and he’d look at you. like he was about to say something rude, or kiss you just to mess with your head. he’d wrap his arm around your waist and start tugging you to his world.

and this all started the day he saw you leaving the library.

you were walking down the steps with a book tucked to your chest, it’s spine wrapped in worn leather. wearing a white silk skirt, and your favorite white ribbon in your hair, your cheeks were blushed in a pink.

you were the girl who smelled of sugar cookies and made romantic wished at 11:11, and dallas loved that.

he was standing across the street with his hands in his pockets, not even planning to talk to you— to anyone. until he saw your sweet resting face with that cute smile. and it just made him move.

he crossed the road without looking. didn’t think. didn’t care.

“hey sweetheart,” he called out, and you turned, kind of suprised.

then he smirked. “you always walk around lookin’ all sweet like that huh?”

you blinked at him. your lashes were really long and you smelled like sugar when he got closer.

you scoffed, but you smiled. just a little. and somehow, that was all it took.

that was all it took for him to start noticing the way you curled your hair on sundays, how your mascara would be a little too clumpy sometimes. he’d call you “doll” and rarely your real name.

and you— you let him pull you into his mess. wearing his leather jacket over your lace dresses, letting him kiss you with ash on his breath and his fingers cold from the night on your jaw.

you thought maybe you could soften him, thought that you were. and maybe you were. which is exactly when he started pulling away.

he’d stop calling. then stopped showing up.

you’d sit on your porch in your little pajama shorts and frilly socks, pretending to read something, just in case. but he never came.

no creak of the gate. no smirk. no cigarette smoke in the air. just crickets and the dim light of your porch.

and one day— outside a bakery— you were standing there in your ballet flats and a french barrette clip, holding a brown paper bag with lemon cookies inside.

he walked right past you. didn’t even flinch or glance.

like you weren’t there.

you almost called out his name, but it came out under your breath, just a little. you knew he’d never stop.

now, if you waved, he’d look the other way.

if you tried saying hi, he’d scoff like you were a joke.

you had even heard what he’d said once, behind a gas station, when he didn’t know you wear near. “she was just bored. just boring. liked playin’ pretend with her.”

it almost made you cry. almost.

you thought you were something else to him. you’d heard of all the stories girls had to say about him, but you never truly believed them. but now you knew, he treated and played everyone the same. including you.

so you tucked your sunglasses back into your hair, pressed your lips together, and walked away. because if he wanted to pretend it was nothing, that it was just nothing—

the late night chuckles and cuddling, the “soft” kisses you thought he only gave you.

fine. you could too.

one day, he saw you again.

you were walking down the sidewalk with a bag— there were strawberries inside, the kind you liked to eat with melted chocolate.

he could see the shape of a lip gloss tube through the side, raspberry. his favorite on you.

you were wearing a polo cardigan, and pearl earrings, appearing only when your hair fluttered with the wind. you were humming something soft. like nothing in the world could hurt you. like he hadn’t.

and what did dallas winston do?

he hid.

full-on backed into an alley and flattened himself against the brick wall like he was avoiding the cops.

because what if you came over and looked at him the way you used to? what if you asked why? what if your lips started shaking and your lashes got wet?

he couldn’t handle that.

yeah, he was a jerk. maybe he’d been worse than that. but really— he was scared. not of you. but scared of feeling something. because he’d been trying real hard not to. and it wasn’t working.

so he stayed there. heart beating out his chest, watching from the shadows while you passed by totally unaware.

and for a second, he almost called out your name. but he didn’t. because he was still him. and he didn’t know how to stop being that.

dallas hadn’t planned on coming. really.

he’d told himself over and over it was done. finished. she was over it. move on.

but somehow, when the sun started to set and the sky was warm and pink, his boots just..led him there. to your house.

he stood across the street for a second, thumbs hooked into his pockets, jaw clenched so tight it looked like it hurt. then he crossed.

you were sitting on the porch swing of your porch, your legs swinging a little above the white wood. your hair wasn’t blown out, you had on this oversized sweater and you were reading the book in your lap.

you weren’t smiling, you weren’t frowning either. just waiting. maybe?

he couldn’t tell what your reaction was, and that freaked him out a little. “you gonna act like you don’t see me now?”

his voice was loud, scratchy like it always was no matter who he was talking to.

you raised an eyebrow, slow. “you did it first.”

he rolled his tongue against his cheek, looking off toward the sidewalk like it had answers. then back at you. “yeah, well. i messed up.”

a second passed, “you mad?”

you shrugged, “shouldn’t i be?”

he took a step closer, kicking at the gravel by his boot. “ya’ didn’t look mad with your strawberries and lip gloss.”

and maybe that was the part that undid you a little. that he noticed, and remembered. even after all that.

you sighed, soft, like you didn’t want to— but you did. you now looked at him like he wasn’t making any sense, but your heart was already caving in. you could feel it.

“what do you want, dallas?”

he looked at you for a second. really looked. then he shrugged, lazy, but not as harsh this time.

“i dunno. you.”

and that was it. not romantic or even fair. but it was him.

and even though your heart still ached a little, you didn’t stop him when the gate creaked and opened. because you knew no matter how much he hurts. it still felt like home when he came back.

yall if i make a taglist does anyone wanna be on it >< also this is lowk giving toxic relationship but who am i to judge!

[sleepingdeath-light]

cuddling hcs ; raspberry cookie

requested by ; anonymous (28/07/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; raspberry cookie

outline ; “UCS- Can you do cuddling headcanons for Raspberry Cookie?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

cuddling with raspberry cookie is quite the rare activity since she’s usually far too busy throughout the day to spend any proper time with you in private — and time spent in public is limited to only the ‘proper’ and ‘polite’ forms of pda (she adores you but she also can’t risk the reputation of her household, it’s a delicate balance really)

but all that means is that the times where she is able to cuddle with you are all the more special and intimate — defined by a cracked open window with fluttering curtains, her lips on your temple, your arms around each other and the two of you laying in bed after a long and gruelling day

she prefers to cuddle with you curled into her side or resting on her chest because she loves being able to feel like she’s protecting you (and not at all because she’s comforted by your body weight on top of her and it helps her sleep better, of course not)

when she’s in this position she’ll keep her lips on the side of your head, drifting in and out of sleep and answering any questions you have with a low hum or an ‘of course/of course not, my love’ as she drifts off

she’s extremely warm, practically a loving space heater in all but name, so when you’re in her arms you’re unlikely to need a blanket or anything — she’s also extremely strong and once she’s asleep (like properly, deeply asleep) you are not going anywhere without her approval

in short, cuddling with raspberry cookie is an incredibly warm, intimate and private experience — one that’s rife with affection and adoration and sleepy attempts at conversation

and neither of you would have it any other way

[mickyschumacher]

[I MISS YOU, I'M SORRY!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: it's been more than eight months since you and jobe broke up. that should be plenty of time to move on. but out of all the cafes in birmingham, you and jobe meet at your favourite on valentine's day.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, poor humour, slightly angsty but not really, reader is a student, mentions of a break up obviously, not much too do with the titular song sorryyy, incase it's not obvious, the fic goes in and out of the past (italics), honestly just two young kids in love

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jobe bellingham x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.5k

𝐀/𝐍: the fourth fic of my series! i thought this was the cutest one to write bc it's just young puppy love and i love everything about it. hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it!♡︎ // as usual, poorly proofread

𝐡𝐚���𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You were young. You had your whole life ahead of you. Or so everybody says. 

“Life’s too short to stay caught up in the past. Live in the present.” 

“There will always be someone better. Something better. Don’t reminisce about the past. Think about what will come to you.” 

But it’s because you were young...  how could you ever forget the first boy you ever fell in love with?  

Eight months and seven days ago, you broke up with Jobe (not that you were counting or anything.) Eight months was long, but it wasn’t that long. You could still feel his touch, his smell... feel him all around you. 

Some days were more difficult than others. The busier it was, the easier it was to forget that you were ever in a relationship. But sometimes, all it took was the notification of your phone to remind you.  

You stood outside a familiar scene, contemplating everything as you stared hard at the building. It was your café. Your and Jobe’s. The place where you and Jobe met. The place where you and Jobe hung out together every day because there was no other place like it.  

Your eyes fell to their sign board, red and pink chalk hearts capturing your attention as much as the lovely ‘Happy Valentine’s Day!’ sprawled across the black canvas.  

You really shouldn’t be here. Not today out of all days. But even though you had purposely gotten home through a different route to avoid this very café for the past eight months, your body seemed to remember.  

Trying not to think too much, you walked in, immediately hit with a wave of nostalgia.  

You hadn’t met Jobe at this point. You knew nothing about him. But the moment you had walked into the café, your eyes almost naturally diverted to the corner of the building. And there you were met with the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen.  

You didn’t know it yet, but it would soon become your favourite shade of brown in the world.  

Hesitantly, you looked over at the corner where it all began. You knew Jobe wouldn’t be there. But you couldn’t help being left with disappointment. The corner table was instead taken by a small family.  

Quietly, you peered at the cabinets of sweets. Pistachio croissants, red velvet cookies, lemon and lime cheesecakes... some of the staples of the café. You and Jobe had tried every single one of them, reviewing them in depth. Both of your favourites were the raspberry and white chocolate blondie. It was what you both chose when you first met. And to your rotten luck, you watched it get pulled onto a plate. With a small pout, your eyes followed the server, unable to look away from the dessert.  

But that was a minor distraction compared to the distraction waiting at the table being served. 

You think your eyes are deceiving you.  

That same shade of brown eyes stared back at you. Once upon a time, you were able to read them from afar. But you couldn’t remember how to. Was it disbelief? Doubt? Perhaps shock?  

You weren’t sure when or how, but your feet had managed to inch their way to his table.  

“Jobe,” you breathed out, unsure of how long it had been since you had last said his name. 

Jobe blinked, shaking his head slightly to break his trance. He cleared his throat, calling your name as he always called it. You remembered how he repeated it when you first introduced yourself to him... like he was already in love with you.  

He gestured to the chair next to you. “You can take a seat,” Jobe mumbled towards the end, hand scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.  

As you took a seat, you wanted to say something, hell anything, but you couldn’t find the words. You were pretty sure you were dreaming right now.  

“Do you want me to order you your coffee? Half strength cappuccino with cinnamon, right?” Jobe asked, standing up from his seat.  

“Oh–uh, just a hot chocolate, please,” you tightly smiled, fingers fidgeting underneath the table.  

You could see Jobe furrow his brows, wanting to say something but instead he nodded slowly and went towards the front till. As he ordered, you debated a little bit of everything.  

What were you doing right now? If you were indeed dreaming, was this a sign of some sort of identity crisis? Because dreaming about your ex on Valentine’s Day was a new low for you. If this is real, maybe you could sneak out of here. He probably wouldn’t notice. All you had to do was stand up and just– 

“You don’t drink coffee anymore?” Jobe asked, taking his seat back in front of you.  

You pursed your lips. “Not really. I’m trying to lean off of it these days.” 

Jobe nodded again slowly, processing what you said. He didn’t know this part of you. All he knew of you was the year you spent together and the past you shared. This... it’s like he wasn’t caught up with you anymore. And he hated it.  

You disliked silence. It was a known fact. You always had. It was unbearable. Like a loud clock ticking over your shoulder. So, Jobe wasn’t surprised went you spoke up a few seconds after he had finished.  

“Mum asked about you the other day,” you blurted, eyes quickly  

The corners of Jobe’s mouth quirked up. “Yeah?” He queried, ears paying extra attention.  

You nodded, pulling on your sleeves. “She found your football boots in the garage. The blue ones. She said she misses you.” 

“I miss her too,” Jobe smiled softly. His eyes flickered out the window before coming back to you. “Do you?” 

You raised a brow, ignoring the thump of your heart in your chest. “Miss my mum?” You asked even though you knew that’s not what he meant. 

Jobe laughed to himself, resting in his chair comfortably. “You know what I mean.”  

You opened you mouth to speak as your large cup of hot chocolate was placed before you. Jobe watched you smile widely at staff, thanking them and God did it send his heart running.  

“If you had to choose, what is one thing you like about me?” Jobe queried, looking down at your face as you rested on his lap.  

You pretended to mull over the question even though you knew the answer. You just wanted to feel his hands in your hair for a little longer. “Your eyes,” you decided. 

“My eyes?” Jobe repeated, eyes already crinkling as his smile widened. “What’s so special about my eyes?”  

“They’re my favourite shade of brown. I love looking into them. They’re so warm and calm, filled with so much love and yet they make me so nervous,” you murmured, cheeks heating up as a comfortable silence fell between the both of you.   

Jobe couldn’t help but grin at your shy smile. He pushed the hairs out of your face, taking a good look at you. “Is that why you always look away?” 

Bingo. He had caught you red-handed.  

“Obviously,” you muttered, unable to look at him any longer. “If I could, I would stare at you for forever. But I can’t. So, I just do it when you can’t see,” you shrugged.  

Jobe smiled, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. “I love you,” he confessed. 

“Well,” you sighed, hands warming around your cup of hot chocolate. “You’ve never left my mind. Not that you ever could,” you admitted quietly.  

“I’ll take that,” Jobe sat forward, arms resting on the table. “You miss me,” he teased, smile widening.  

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink before you put in the marshmallows on the side. Mixing the cup gently, you watched Jobe push forward the raspberry and white chocolate blondie to towards you.  

“You’re first bite. Go on,” he nudged, nodding to the plate.  

You sighed, knowing very well he wasn’t going to start eating unless you did. You grabbed a spoon, taking the corner side of the blondie. As soon as it entered your mouth, you were positive you had died and gone to heaven. “Oh my God, how they do it?” You asked to no one particularly.  

Jobe, who had also grabbed a bite, nodded in agreement. “I know right? How they get the balance so good? Not too sweet and not too sour. We still haven’t figured out what white chocolate they use.” 

“My money’s still on Hamilton’s. Ooh, or maybe Montezumas! Their chocolate buttons were so good the last time you brought them,” you pointed out, still mulling over the thought.  

Jobe stared at you quietly, watching everything fall back to its normal pace for a brief second. The one where you talked and he listened. The one where he absorbed as much of you as he could.  

“What about me?” You asked, turning your head gently to the side. “What’s one thing you like about me?” 

Jobe’s fingers slowly caressed your face as he pretended to think because he also knew his answer. “Everything,” he softly responded.

Your brows furrowed. “Everything? That’s not one thing,” you complained, reaching out to hit his shoulder gently. 

A laugh fell from Jobe’s lips. “It is,” he maintained, “everything about you makes me nervous. Every time I look at you, your smile, your eyes, your kindness... your essence makes me feel like the whole world is collapsing.” 

Reality hit, however, when Jobe recalled your breakup. Eight months and seven days ago (not that he was counting either), you both had reached a breaking point.  

You both knew it was coming. The past few days had been tense. You hadn’t seen each other as much. Jobe could barely see you smile and he hated it. And the warmth in Jobe’s eyes were replaced with exhaustion.  

You were both sat in your room in silence. Another thing you usually hated but it seemed you were trying resist it, allowing minutes to pass.  

“I think we should break up.” 

Your voice, although quiet, was resounding. It was like you had announced it in a stadium. It was echoing back to your ears and making your heart beat thud and your hands clammy.  

“I...” Jobe didn’t know what to say. He didn’t want to agree with you. But he knew it was right.  

You let out a tired sigh. “Jobe, how long are we going to go on like this? Hmm? How long are we going to pretend our lives aren’t in the way of our relationship? You’re always at training. And I’m always studying. I can’t reschedule another date... another birthday.” 

Jobe closed his eyes at your words. His body burned with anger and annoyance. He had rescheduled your birthday dinner not once, not twice but four times because he had training.  

You understood Jobe. He was new to Sunderland and he didn’t want to mess anything up. Not with him carrying the Bellingham name. Not with all the eyes watching him. But even that had a limit.  

“I don’t think this is our time, Jobe,” you croaked, throat breaking as hot tears welled up in your eyes.  

Jobe could feel his heart shatter. He hated seeing you sad. Fuck, he hated it so much. But the truth was loud in his ears.  

He couldn’t make you happier. He couldn’t make the time. 

You couldn’t compromise any longer. You couldn’t make the time. 

“Wouldn’t it be so funny if the chocolate was from Sainsbury or Aldi’s or something?” You joked, bringing Jobe back to reality once again.  

Jobe looked at you quietly before blurting, “I’m sorry.” 

You paused, smile dropping off of your face. “Huh? All of a sudden?” 

Jobe sighed before taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry I never made time for you. I’m sorry for rescheduling your damn birthday out of all things. And most of all, I’m sorry I didn’t fight for us more.” 

You sucked in a sharp breath, not expecting your heart to ache so abruptly. You tried looking into his eyes, but all you could do was focus on the floating marshmallows in your hot chocolate, all slowly disappearing. 

Your eyes burned on the brink of crying but for some odd reason... you couldn’t. 

“Do you know what it means to live, Jobe?” 

Your question sent Jobe into a flurry of confusion. “I don’t... I, uh–” 

“To live life is to be in the moment. To take joy and sorrow in all we have. Living means to never take anything for granted.” You breathed in, slowly moving your eyes to his. There it was. Your favourite shade of brown. No exhaustion in sight. Just warmth, calm... love. 

“I don’t think I started living until I met you.” 

Jobe couldn’t help but sit back and truly take you in. Your eyes shook, clearly nervous, but you voice was firm, clear on what you had said. He was sure there’d be times in the future, but right now, you were making him the most nervous he had ever been in his entire life.  

You looked like love.  

You looked like the love of his life–heck, you were love of his life.  

“These past eight months... listen, I know the last few days before our break up sucked but,” your breath hitched while tears officially began welling in your eyes, “these eight months and seven days have been miserable.” 

Jobe couldn’t help but laugh softly at your words as he bent forward, wiping away your stray tears. You had also been counting.  

“I’m in love with you,” Jobe confessed, hand caressing your cheek, “I always have been. And I always will. Please give us, me, a second chance.” 

Your eyes softened at his words, mouth about to open to respond when his voice cut you off. “Unless you’re in a relationship–shit, wait, I forgot to ask you that. You aren’t, are you? Not in like a bad way because like people would be crazy not to ask you out but–” 

“Jobe!” You interrupted; eyes wide with amusement. You could hear him go quiet making you laugh softly to yourself. “I’m not in a relationship,” you confirmed.  

A big sigh of relief fell from Jobe’s lips, shoulders dropping now that he was tension-free. He sat back in his chair, muttering something about how thankful he was to the universe.  

You cleared your throat, gaining his attention once again. “And for the record...” You started, grabbing his hand from across the table. Instantly, he tightened his grip around, afraid you’d let go. “I’d love to give us a second chance. And I promise I’ll make time. We’ll figure this out together, hmm?” 

Those lovely brown eyes you had fallen in love with shone and you doubt anyone would believe you, but you think he’s on the brink of crying. Jobe smiled, holding your hands close to him. “Does this count as a second date?” 

You narrowed your eyes. “You better be joking,” you teased.  

“But this is where we first met!” Jobe retorted, grin playing on his lips. 

You furrowed your brows. “What were you doing here anyways? It’s Valentine’s Day.” 

“Honestly?” Jobe asked, receiving your nod. “I was going to cheer myself up with this raspberry blondie. And then I saw you.”  

You smiled widely. “It’s like the first day we met all over again.” 

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 

[fanged-fanfics]

hey broski! I hope you don't mind, requesting

Pure Vanilla/Shadow Milk x Sorcerer! Eldritch Magic User!Reader, Oneshot if you can :) Their gender is whatever, They/Them

Reader was Pure Vanilla's assistant or bodyguard like Wild berry, and they weren't from vanilla kingdom, but they worked as Pure Vanilla's and tries to fit in, they have a special abilities(Doctor Strange's magic bcuz yes, also bonus if they used to be non-magic cookie) They're mature and responsible.

Reader was a older sibling/Parent-figure to Gingerbrave's friends.

They all visit to Beast Yeast together and yeah, I don't know. You can add and go crazy. Thank you!

☆ A Stroll Into Town — Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk (seperate) x Bodyguard!Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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You walked dutifully along Pure Vanilla, a contained Shadow Milk being dragged behind you both. While the deceitful beast was passive, you'd decided it had been far too long since visiting your friend Gingerbrave. He'd attempted to write you a few times to tell of his adventures, and you missed seeing him in person. "We'll be coming up in just a moment, I think" Pure Vanilla said through the silence. Shadow Milk struggled against the restraints you had him in "I'm so BOOOOREEDD!! Can't I have a little break? I'm gonna crumble away at this rate!" He cried.

You spun around, pointing your sword in his direction "Quiet. You will be detained when the time calls for it". Shadow Milk didn't seem deterred, and he blew a raspberry in your direction. You leaned back with an unamused look, Pure Vanilla patting your shoulder. "Patience, my knight. He'll have his due time". You grumbled, but gave an obedient nod, walking forwards and dragging the fallen beast once more.

You soon entered through a thick patch of trees, peering into a building Kingdom on the other side. Many Sugar Gnomes flooded the place, building stones up with shovels and saws to make the walls. You walked in perfect tandem with Pure Vanilla, and a familiar Cookie turned to see you, his blue eyes shining with excitement. The next thing you knew, you were being tackled to the ground in a hug. "YOU MADE IT!!! The castle is being rebuilt right now, but I'm SOSOSO happy you're here!" Gingerbrave exclaimed brightly.

You grunted while sitting up, patting the shoulder of the crushing hold you were in "Wouldn't miss it for all of Earthbread. Now let me breathe-" you replied. Gingerbrave pulled back "Oh- sorry! I've been getting so strong recently" he said, grinning as he flexed one of his thin crispy arms "Must be all that adventuring". You smiled, chuckling a little "I'm sure. But I bet you still couldn't beat me". "Oh yeah? I bet I could!" Gingerbrave shot back confidently.

You glanced up to Pure Vanilla, who was smiling warmly at seeing you so relaxed. He gave an approving nod, and you stood, facing your now-opponent "Come on, let's put it to the test" you said. Gingerbrave got a running start, causing you to chase after him. Meanwhile, Pure Vanilla positioned Shadow Milk onto a nearby bench. The beast was still grumbling, practically pouting now "This is what we came here for? Ugh, you're making me think a jailcell would've been a better option"

"On the contrary, this is exactly the kind of exposure you need" Pure Vanilla said, taking a seat nearby. When Shadow Milk glared at him in confusion, he went on, "Look around, Shadow Milk. All these Cookies coming together to build something great. Not just a kingdom, but a home. Even our dear knight can't help but join in". He turned his eye staff to the Cookies running about, using it to see the scenery "They're family, friends, comrades. It's everything you need to learn"

"BOOORRIIINNNG" Shadow Milk interrupted, leaning back in his seat "Sheesh, and just when I wanted to think you couldn't get any worse, you bring out the friendship speech. Give it a rest, you fool". Pure Vanilla just gave a shrug. He was always irritated with Shadow Milk, but it wasn't in his nature to lash out or snap. Not after that first time... he focused on his deep breathing instead, finding comfort in watching you battle with your pals.

Shadow Milk rolled his eyes, but found his gaze going to the same area. You looked so carefree out there. So unapologetically yourself. Just you, the sun beaming down, and the thrill of battle. He didn't remember a time where he ever saw you look happier. Maybe there could be something there.. a spot carved out in the earth for something even as vile as him. Maybe a spot right beside you, if he wanted to really hope. But he shoved the thought back down when remembering the scowl you always fixed him with. It was stupid to get his hopes up, he figured. But for now, he was drawn to your form, awestruck by you, and he felt no need to look away.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Food History

B.C.

10,000 - almonds, cherries, bread, flour, soup

8,000 - wheat ⚜ 7,000 - wine, beer, pistachios, pig, goat, sheep, lard

6,500 - cattle domestication, apples ⚜ 6,000 - tortilla, dates, maize

5,000 - honey, ginger, quinoa, avocados, potatoes, milk, yogurt

4,000 - focaccia, watermelons, grapes, pomegranates

3,200 - chicken domestication ⚜ 3,000 - butter, onion, garlic, apricots

2,737 - tea ⚜ 2,500 - olive oil, seaweed, duck ⚜ 2,300 - saffron

2,000 - peaches, liquorice, marshmallow, pasta, ham, sesame seeds

1,500 - chocolate, vanilla ⚜ 1,200 - sugar ⚜ 1,000 - mangoes, oats, pickles

900 - pears, tomatoes ⚜ 700 - cinnamon ⚜ 600 - bananas, poppy seeds

500 - artichokes ⚜ 400 - pastries, appetizers, vinegar

300 - parsley ⚜ 200 - turkeys, asparagus, rhubarb ⚜ 65 - quince

1st—13th Century

1st Century - chestnuts, lobster, crab, shrimp, truffles, blueberries, raspberries, capers, kale, blood (as food), fried chicken, foie gras, French toast, omelettes, rice pudding, flan, cheesecake, pears in syrup

3rd Century - lemons ⚜ 5th - pretzels ⚜ 6th - eggplant

7th Century - spinach, kimchi ⚜ 9th - coffee, nutmeg

10th Century - flower waters, Peking duck, shark's fin soup

11th Century - baklava, corned beef, cider, lychees, seitan

12th Century - breadfruit, artichokes, gooseberries

13th Century - ravioli, lasagne, mozzarella, pancakes, waffles, couscous

14th—19th Century

14th Century - kebabs, moon cakes, guacamole, pie, apple pie, crumpets, gingerbread

15th Century - coconuts, Japanese sushi and sashimi, pineapples, marmalade, risotto, marzipan, doughnuts, hot dogs

16th Century - pecans, cashews (in India), Japanese tempura, vanilla (in Europe), fruit leather, skim milk, sweetbreads, salsa, quiche, teriyaki chicken, English trifle, potato salad

17th Century - treacle, pralines, coffee cake, modern ice cream, maple sugar, rum, French onion soup, cream puffs, bagels, pumpkin pie, lemonade, croissants, lemon meringue pie

18th Century - root beer, tapioca, French fries, ketchup, casseroles, mayonnaise, eggnog, soda water, lollipops, sangria, muffins, crackers, chowder, croquettes, cupcakes, sandwiches, apple butter, souffle, deviled eggs

19th Century - toffee, butterscotch, cocoa, Turkish delight, iodized salt, vanilla extract, modern marshmallows, potato chips, fish and chips, breakfast cereal, Tabasco sauce, Kobe beef, margarine, unsalted butter, Graham crackers, fondant, passionfruit, saltwater taffy, milkshakes, pizza, peanut butter, tea bags, cotton candy, jelly beans, candy corn, elbow macaroni, fondue, wedding cake, canapes, gumbo, ginger ale, carrot cake, bouillabaisse, cobbler, peanut brittle, pesto, baked Alaska, iced tea, fruit salad, fudge, eggs Benedict, Waldorf salad

20th Century

1901 - peanut butter and jelly ⚜ 1904 - banana splits ⚜ 1905 - NY pizza

1906 - brownies, onion rings ⚜ 1907 - aioli

1908 - Steak Diane, buttercream frosting ⚜ 1909 - shrimp cocktail

1910 - Jell-O (America's most famous dessert)

1910s - orange juice ⚜ 1912 - Oreos, maraschino cherries, fortune cookies

1912 - Chicken a la King, Thousand Island dressing

1914 - Fettuccine Alfredo ⚜ 1915 - hush puppies

1917 - marshmallow fluff ⚜ 1921 - Wonder Bread, zucchini

1919 - chocolate truffles ⚜ 1922 - Vegemite, Girl Scout cookies

1923 - popsicles ⚜ 1924 - frozen foods, pineapple upside-down cake, Caesar salad, chocolate-covered potato chips

1927 - Kool-Aid, s'mores, mayonnaise cake ⚜ 1929 - Twizzlers

1930s - Pavlova cakes, Philly cheese steak, Pigs in blankets, margaritas, banana bread, Cajun fried turkey ⚜ 1931 - souffle, refrigerator pie

1933 - chocolate covered pretzels ⚜ 1936 - no-bake cookies

1937 - Reubens, chicken Kiev, SPAM, Krispy Kreme

1938 - chicken and waffles ⚜ 1939 - seedless watermelon

1941 - Rice Krispies treats, Monte Cristo sandwiches ⚜ 1943 - nachos

1946 - chicken burgers, tuna melts, Nutella ⚜ 1947- chiffon cake

1950s - chicken parm, Irish coffee, cappuccino, smoothies, frozen pizza, diet soda, TV Dinners, ranch dressing ⚜ 1951 - bananas foster

1953 - coronation chicken ⚜ 1956 - German chocolate cake, panini

1957 - Quebec Poutine ⚜ 1958 - Instant ramen noodles, crab rangoon, lemon bars ⚜ 1960s - beef Wellington, green eggs and ham, red velvet cake

1963 - black forest cake ⚜ 1964 - Belgian waffles, Pop Tarts, Buffalo wings, ants on a log, pita bread ⚜ 1965 - Gatorade, Slurpees

1966 - chocolate fondue ⚜ 1967 - high fructose corn syrup

1970s - California rolls, pasta primavera, tiramisu ⚜ 1971 - fajitas

1975 - hicken tikka masala ⚜ 1980 - turducken

1980s - Panko, portobello mushrooms, bubble tea, chicken nuggets, Sriracha, Red Bull energy drink, everything bagels

1990s - artisan breads, Jamaican jerk ⚜ 1991 - turkey bacon, chocolate molten lava cake, earthquake cake ⚜ 1993 - broccolini

1995 - Tofurkey ⚜ 1997 - grape tomatoes

21st Century

2002 - flat iron steak, tear-free onions ⚜ 2007 - Kool-Aid pickles, cake pops

2008 - Mexican funnel cake ⚜ 2013 - cronuts, test tube burgers

Source ⚜ Writing Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[usoppsstar]

S: Your husband Simon buys you the giant grizzly bear at IKEA

Or

Simon looks out for your inner child🐻🐻🐻

Pairing: Simon Riley x f!reader

Tw: Fluff/domesticity/talk of adopting/black reader friendly

WC:1.6k

Notes: No pronouns are used for reader; this is short and sweet; I'm fr gonna buy this bear someday; this is proofread but there may still be mistakes🐻🐻🐻

“Whoo! Finally getting towards the end.” You sigh as both you and Simon make your way through the wardrobes and finally start into the children's section. You've seen them a hundred times before, because the two of you treat Ikea like the hottest place for a date, but you can't help but glance into displays for the kid's rooms anyway. You and Simon have mentioned adopting a child before. You've never discussed it deeply or anything and it hasn't come up since getting married, but everytime you walk past this section you can't help but wonder if Simon is as nervous to bring it back up as you are.

“ Yeah towards the end of the first floor. Still got the warehouse left.” Said man's deep voice snaps you out of your thoughts. Simon walks up next to you, one of his large hands full with the small things you've picked up throughout this entire walk, from the escalator to the stairs. It's just a few items that you can never pass up because of how cheap they are, those and the raspberry cookies(sometimes you come to Ikea just for those things).

“Hey, any progress is good progress. Besides, we can just use the shortcuts down stairs.” You shrug before glancing up at your behemoth of a husband with a hopeful look. Simon doesn't say anything but the small breath he huffs out tells you what you need to know. You suck your teeth loudly and throw your head back.

“Fiiiine! We can walk through the warehouse again.” You whine and again Simon doesn't say anything but you know him well enough to know he's pleased he got his way. You bump into his side and loop your arm through his, taking an appreciative squeeze of his bicep because you can.

“I spoil you too much.” You pout and this time Simon audibly scoffs before gently moving you out of the way of a passing shopper. You smile too. You know you're not one to talk about being spoiled, with how well Simon takes care of you. The two of you are just finishing maneuvering through the kid beds when you glance over at the stuffed animals like you always do. You always contemplate buying another small bear but end up thinking better of it. Only this time you linger in front of one particular crate a little longer than usual. Simon feels you slowing down and stops as well, looking back at you. He looks down, and you're standing in front of a crate of dark, plush grizzly bears. That wasn't a surprise, you always stop by the lovies for a moment when you both come here.

“Heeey they put this display by the exit again!” You say happily before picking up one of the floppy bears. It was the large version of the itty bitty ones. Despite how big it is though, it's still light due to the thin fabric and the minimal stuffing. Simon always tells you that you should just spend the money it takes to get a quality stuffie, instead of buying the cheap ones, but you liked Ikea stuffed animals. Something about the simple designs just made you happy. Simon watches as you bounce the bear lightly, a small smile on your face.

“Why don't you finally take him ‘ome today?” He says suddenly and you look over at him.

“Huh?” You ask, while still holding the bear in the air. Simon sighs and walks over to you.

“You stop to pick him up everytime we come ‘ere. You must want one.” He says before plopping a big hand on its head, and you startle slightly.

“Oh, no I just like how bottom heavy it is, is all. I've noticed it for years now.” You shrug before trying to put the bear down but Simon stops you.

“Then get one.” He says and how soft his gaze is makes you falter for a moment. You pause for a second to bask in your husband's attention, knowing he's likely reading you like he always does, but shake your head.

“Nah.” You relent with a frown but Simon persists.

“Why?” He asks immediately, and even though he can't fold his arms, you still feel the sass radiating off of him. You sigh and roll your eyes, not knowing why your spouse wanted you to get an IKEA bear so badly all of a sudden.

“Because Simon! Where would I even put it? And what do I look like buying a big ass twenty dollar bear from IKEA?” You huff. It's always been an impractical buy. One you felt too silly to ask your parents for when you were younger and one you felt equally silly for wanting to buy once you were financially independent. The bear is cute and just looking at it makes you smile, but it was one of those things you just don't actually spend your money on. Simon watches you for a moment before nodding.

“Alright then.” He mutters quietly before stuffing his hand deep into the display and grabbing one of the giant bears from the bottom. You look at him surprised when he tugs one out and plops the big thing into your arms.

“I'll buy it for you then.” He finishes before placing his large body behind yours and leading you back towards the stairs to the first floor.

“Simon! We don't have a reason to-!” You stutter until Simon presses a masked kiss to the top of your head. Surprising you because he doesn't like much more than you holding his arm in public.

“It makes you happy love. That's all the reason you need really.” His voice rumbles next to your ear, and you look down at the bear while Simon carefully guides you down the stairs, his calloused hand wrapped around yours.

“Jeez.” You sigh in disbelief. Was it that big a deal that you bought something that you've wanted for a while? That made you happy? The adult part of you feels like it's such a waste of money, but another part is already screaming about getting the giant teddy bear you wanted, and you can't fight the smile growing on your face. Maybe Simon was just looking out for your inner child. You wouldn't be surprised if he was thinking of that actually. You hug Simon's arm tighter as you both reach the bottom of the stairs and walk into the kitchen area, the urge to buy another wooden cutting board a strong one, when you remember something.

“ Do we still have to walk through the entire warehouse?” You break the silence to tease and Simon sighs.

“ I don't say anything when you want to walk through the second floor for the hundredth time.” he retorts with a sideways glance at you and you suck your teeth.

“ But they change the displays! They don't change the displays downstairs!” you debate and Simon just shakes his head in disagreement.

“Sure they do. They might have a new Halloween thing going on ‘n that spot with the oven mitts and jam jars.” He points out and you bust out laughing before he can even finish, making some heads turn towards the two of you.

“Yeah you're right. Or in the area with the towels? They put those strings lights up and the yellow throw blankets.” You agree and you both go back and forth as you continue through the store, hand in hand and a giant grizzly bear plushie in your arms.

***

It's late at night now, towards that time when you and Simon usually lay down for the night. There's a simple, new mug on your nightstand, on top of a few more cork coasters than you had before today. You're content and showered, laying up against a large fur belly while you turn through the pages of the book you're reading this month. You'd usually be reading on your phone, but you're trying to cut down on all the digital reading for the sake of your eyes.

The bathroom light clicks off and Simon walks out soon after, comfortable and clean in a shirt and sweatpants. He's just about to walk over to the bed when he pauses at the sight in front of him. You're sat snug in bed, with your back against your new teddy bear, and the bear against the headboard. You looked cozy, and oddly enough so did the bear, with his floppy arms resting against your waist. Simon watches the scene for a moment before walking over. You look up from your book when Simon climbs onto the bed and enters your space, his big body blocking everything behind him for a second.

“Sit up for a second babe.” he tells you, and you comply only to feel Simon pull the bear away from you. Before you can ask why, he slots himself into the same spot, easily scooching you up a bit to give himself more room. You look up at him for an explanation and Simon looks at you before glancing away with a small shrug.

“Bloke's just got here and he's already tryna take ma spot.” He mutters while getting comfortable, and you burst out laughing. Your giggles subside as you relax into your husband's embrace, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist. You hum and glance over at the bear now sitting up against your nightstand.

“Simon?” You call him quietly and he answers you with a short hum against the top of your head. You stare at the bear a little longer.

“I want to adopt a child with you.”

A/n: This just a little something I posted on AO3 and got to post here. I've gone to IKEA since writing this and it turns out the bear is 30 bucks not twenty! I'm still gonna buy him tho. Thanks for reading!🐻🐻🐻