#will take cookie bribes once in a while

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[kxsagi]

hiii can I request the bllk boys reacting to you pregnancy “problems” like weird cravings, hormones going wild and maybe low self esteem?

“𝐡𝐨𝐭, 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝”

a/n: apologies if this is too short, but i hope it brought some comfort/fluff 🥹

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, ness alexis

isagi yoichi

the second you cry over a dropped spoon, he’s kneeling on the kitchen floor holding it like he just witnessed a tragedy. 

“it’s okay, love, we’ll get you a new one. a prettier one. a golden one. maybe platinum. do you want it engraved?” 

makes you a snack tray at 3:21 AM after you whispered "i could really go for pickles and whipped cream.” 

tries it with you to make you feel normal. regrets it instantly. “this tastes like ass.” 

when you get emotional over stretch marks, he kisses each one and says, “battle scars from building our tiny legend. you’re beautiful.” 

actually tears up during every OB appointment like “omg that’s our baby. that’s our baby. that’s our baby.” 

itoshi rin

hormonal outbursts? he stands there like a soldier in a war zone. you’re screaming? he's silently offering you water. 

you once yelled "THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” and he nodded and said “you’re right. my bad.” 

he googles every craving. will travel for 40 minutes to get that one specific brand of kiwi yogurt. 

you say, “i feel huge,” and he deadass frowns. “don’t say that. you look good. really good. like ‘pregnancy-glow filter’ good.” 

holds your bump while you sleep. sometimes whispers to it when he thinks you’re not listening. “i’m gonna protect you. and your mom. always.” 

offers his hoodie as a bribe when you cry. “you want my hoodie? it’s soft. i warmed it up for you.” 

itoshi sae

you tell him you’re craving grapes at midnight. he says, “no,” then shows up five minutes later with four different kinds. 

lowkey terrified of your hormones. says the wrong thing once, gets silent treatment, and now triple-checks every sentence. 

“you’re glowing” = safe. 

“you’re big” = instant death. 

he watches your belly move and gasps like he saw god. “that was a kick. i felt a kick. that’s my kid. holy shit.” 

when you cry about your changing body, he gently drapes his jacket over your shoulders and kisses your neck. 

“don’t cry, love. you’re literally growing a whole human. you’re like the final boss of women.” 

kaiser michael

the moment you say you feel unattractive? he does a photo shoot. sets up lighting. poses you. takes 67 pictures. 

“look at this. are you seeing what i’m seeing? mother of my child and also mother of my dreams.” 

goes completely insane over cravings. makes entire menus out of your weird combos. “tonight’s special is hot cheetos dipped in vanilla pudding. chef’s kiss.” 

calls your baby bump “his little heir.” talks to it in german. rubs it like it’s a magic lamp. 

when you start tearing up at a commercial, he climbs into your lap. “if you cry, i cry. we suffer together.” 

kisses every inch of your body while murmuring praises. “you’re perfect. inside, outside, hormonally deranged and all.” 

shidou ryusei

“so what you’re saying is… you want spicy noodles with a side of cookie dough?” 

“yeah.” 

“say no more. i’ll cook it in the kitchen. shirtless. just for you.” 

has zero fear of your mood swings. actually kind of enjoys them. “you gonna cry again, baby? should i grab the tissues or my camera?” 

kisses your swollen ankles and rubs lotion into them while talking to your belly like “you better come out cool, ‘cause your mom’s a goddess.” 

calls your boobs his “pregnancy prize.” you slap him. he says “worth it.” 

says he’s gonna teach your baby how to throw hands if anyone ever makes you cry. 

bachira meguru

you say you’re craving cotton candy and salami? he gets it, but also adds gummy bears and says, “it needed more color.” 

randomly draws cute smiley faces on your belly with eyeliner. “look! it’s our son! happy little guy.” 

emotional? he gets emotional with you. “you’re crying?! then I’M crying!! look at us!!” 

makes up songs about your snatched pregnant body. sings them off-key. 

“she’s glowing, glowing, pregnancy showing, my wife is so fine, she got me goingggg~” 

if you ever say you feel gross or bloated, he gasps like it’s blasphemy. “how dare you insult the QUEEN who made a whole new organ!” 

nagi seishiro

“you want me to get up and go get chips?” 

you pout. 

he’s up in 0.3 seconds. “ugh. fine. for our baby.” 

surprisingly excellent at calming you down when you’re moody. just lays down with you and softly pets your hair like a sleepy cat. 

massages your lower back with one hand and snacks with the other. multitasking king. 

says your pregnancy is “cool” and that your belly makes a good pillow. 

when you start feeling down about how you look, he literally lifts your shirt and plants a kiss on your stomach. 

“you’re perfect. even if you throw a shoe at me later. still perfect.” 

ness alexis

he’s the guy who brings you twelve snacks, three juices, a cooling pad, and a plushie because you sniffled once. 

“she’s growing a whole baby, not just any baby, our baby. she deserves luxury.” 

if your cravings are weird, he tries to “enhance” them with magic. 

“honey, i added a sprinkle of cinnamon on your hot dog. trust the process.” 

draws little stars on your stretch marks and calls them constellations. “you’re the whole galaxy, babe.” 

you get insecure once and he’s writing poetry like “her hips held life. her stomach, strength. her heart, eternal.” 

tells his baby bedtime stories about how their mom is a radiant queen and he’s just her humble jester. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[speed-world]

Idea for a story...based off something I saw somewhere else.

Y/n sucked into the cookie run kingdom game and transformed into a cookie and is a complete coward...like cookies, if they want y/n to come with them on adventures, have to bribe y/n into coming...or drag them as they scream in fear. They are terrified of plot because they know what happens in the cookie run story and feel like they wouldn't survive....

Buuuuut then, as they progress through the story, more cookies are revealed to love y/n and their presence in general make the cookies...nicer and more focused on making y/n happy than the plot lol. Like they start making sure y/n has their treats, that y/n is having fun, etc!

Cowardice…Pays Off?!

(Is this self aware? Kinda i guess right?)

You aren’t sure how or why this happened. One moment you were just by yourself, ready to play a newly downloaded Cookie Run Kingdom-The Game. You saw a lot of videos about its story and characters, and you wanted to give it a shot since it all seemed so cool!! Then, just as you started the game up, your game glitched and got stuck. The screen of your phone went blank. Then, like a vortex, it pulled you inside of the game and your entire body composition changed. You were flat, smelled appetizing, and you were a lot smaller than you were supposed to be.

You became a cookie…which horrifies you immensely!

Sure, it sounded neat to be surrounded by the characters that you loved, until you realize that you now have to go through the same story as them. A story that you knew most of the outcomes…

As you finally came to, you heard the crashing sounds of asteroids from outside. You studied your surroundings a bit more until you realized: This is the Final Battle of the Dark Flour War, which surely means-

“This is…Oh no, what a horrible sight.”

“The whole place is covered in Cookie crumbs!”

You heard footsteps of 5 cookies approaching you. You vividly remembered there words as the same words from the Final Battle prologue scene. But of course, you were there. And you noticed that the Ancients immediately froze and changed once they saw you.

“Despite the foul stench and scene, it appears that a Cookie made it after all…”

“Ah! W-wait, I-I’m not s-supposed to uh— p-please I-I’m so scared, d-don’t h-hurt me p-please!!” You freaked out at the realization, and buried your face in your knees. Tears welled up in your eyes as you began to weep.

Pure Vanilla Cookie softly approached you and caressed your back. He sat down in front of you and held your arm.

“We promise you, the last thing we’d ever want is to hurt you! You don’t have to worry, we’re here to protect you with our own lives, you have my word! I’m Pure Vanilla Cookie, may I know who you are?”

With how softly and assuring he spoke, you held his hand and nodded.

“Y/N…I’m Y/N.”

You hugged him out of instinct, which definitely surprised the healer, but he didn’t mind at all. He reciprocated the hug and then hugged even tighter…as if he’s been waiting for this specific hug with you for a while

“A-wait! You g-guys have to leave!! D-D-Dark E-Enchantress Cookie is too strong for y-you all!! Y-you won’t win against her!!” You panicked as you remembered the fate that awaited the Ancients. They all looked surprised initially, but then they all looked more determined than ever.

“While your concern is appreciated, we assure that we won’t back down from Dark Enchantress Cookie. We’ll take her down AND make assure your safety at the same time.”

You looked at Golden Cheese Cookie, quietly pleading with her and the other Ancients to not go and fight this battle. They all do their best to reassure and comfort you, hoping that you understand they can’t abandon this fight. One Ancient however, stared at you differently than the others. She looked at you as if…she actually knew who you were…

White Lily Cookie saw you catch onto her staring, and she shook her head to snap back to reality.

“I-I believe we should get ready! W-We need t-to find Dark Enchantress Cookie before she finds us!”

And then, as if on cue, you all notice the sounds of Cake Hounds rapidly charging at you. The Ancients ready themselves to fight, and you trembled as you got to your feet. You hid behind Hollyberry Cookie, tightly holding onto her for dear life and shutting your eyes…until you felt various Cake Hounds nuzzling your legs. You opened your eyes to the cute creatures smiling at you and not hurting you at all, which confused the Ancients.

“Shouldn’t these Cake Hounds be attacking us? These are Dark Enchantress Cookie’s forces, and yet they’re…rolling around and nuzzling us?!”

“It appears they’ve a fondness for Y/N. We could use this to our advantage, let’s move!”

Dark Cacao Cookie scooped you up with one arm and carried you as the Ancients ran to the castle area where Dark Enchantress Cookie was.

You screamed and pleaded to not go with them since you knew what would happen. Since comforting you didn’t seem to work, two Ancients had the bright idea of bribing you to come along.

“Come now Y/N, I promise to gift with riches beyond your dreams after we win this fight! I’ll even let these Cake Hounds be with you, but you’ll spend more time with me, my closest treasure~!”

“I’ll be sure to grace you with the finest berry juice ever! My treat!! You’ll never have to worry with me around, I promise you!!”

You were more relaxed after hearing the offers of Hollyberry Cookie and Golden Cheese Cookie. After a while, you noticed everyone had stopped moving. You slowly looked up in horror…Dark Enchantress Cookie was waiting there.

“And so, upon the ruins of your home we finally meet. And it would appear…that you brought an uninvited guest~.”

…She was talking about you. You met your worried eyes with hers, but she didn’t look at you with malice. More she looked down at you like a mother would a little child…and you had no clue how to react.

Pure Vanilla Cookie stood in front of you, and had hardened gaze on Dark Enchantress Cookie.

“Dark Enchantress Cookie! What is the meaning of this?”

“Now, now. No need to be so hostile. In fact, I have a…proposition for you lot.”

“Proposition? What nonsense are you rambling about now?”

Dark Enchantress Cookie focused her gaze on you. You hid behind Pure Vanilla Cookie, but Dark Enchantress’s eyes never stopped following your movements.

“I would like to believe that we have a common interest. The Cookie that you’re shielding - Y/N I believe was your name, no? - There’s something about them that’s quite incredible, wouldn’t you say~?”

“What…w-w-what are y-you getting a-at?!” You decided to speak, or more stutter, for yourself.

“I’m saying I believe we’ve all taken an interest in you. Dare I say, we can come to a deal: I’ll cease my own vision for the world in exchange for the safety and prosperity of Y/N. Does that sound alright with you?”

You were very reluctant to respond, mostly because of how much you were taken aback by this. Is this really the same Dark Enchantress Cookie you remember?! Apparently, the Ancients had the same conflicted expressions. None of them truly knew what to say about this ordeal.

“Can we really trust her words? This could easily be just another scheme-“

“I AM serious about this, mind YOU! It’s abundantly clear none of us want Y/N in any kind of danger, and I can see it clearly in your eyes—all of us feel a special attraction to them, despite the odd circumstance~. There’s no reason to lie about it.”

You looked to the rest of the Ancients in anticipation. You had zero idea what the right answer was, if there was one, but you just prayed that you wouldn’t be hurt in any way.

“…..Fine then. For the sake of all Cookiekind, and for Y/N, we’ll trust you. But know this Dark Enchantress Cookie, we will fight you again if you ever back down from your word!”

“Hah, you won’t have to look forward to it~…”

————————————————————————

It’s been a while since then, and you still have no idea how to feel about your situation.

On one hand, literally nothing wants to harm you in any way. Every Cookie you’ve met has been extremely kind and generous to you, even if they’re evil aligned. The Bear Jellies are so warm and welcoming, and the Sugar Gnomes have virtually become your best supportive friends. Not to mention the Cake Hounds being head over heels for you, which you reciprocated the love for them.

On the other hand…there always seemed to be some small layer of tension whenever Dark Enchantress Cookie comes to see you. She’s always super nice to you, giving you immense affection that at times seems out of character.

Of course, the Ancients always get slightly agitated when Dark Enchantess Cookie visits. Especially Golden Cheese Cookie and White Lily Cookie, who really got upset whenever Dark Enchantress took you away from them.

Granted, White Lily made some sense with her relationship with Dark Enchantress.

But Golden Cheese really took offense to whenever you’re attention was taken off of her

In any sense, the most confusing thing was whenever the Cookies wanted to take you on adventures. Mainly the Gingerbrave gang.

You were incredibly scared of going with them, mostly because you knew of the danger of their adventures and thought you’d either be harmed or get in their way.

Whenever a Cookie invites you to travel with them, they always make sure your safety is prioritized. Sometimes they’ll try to bribe you with treats, gifts, or rewards if you tag along.

But sometimes, they’ll abandon their plans just to be with you and make sure you’re comfortable.

This life of yours was so odd and scary, but your fears would eventually wash away with how much the Cookies would treasure your being above all else. You’d grow to enjoy and love the affection and care, even if it seemed to be overwhelming at times.

[kleptokure]

Shifty Sheep .☘︎ ݁˖

Shadow Milk Cookie x GN!Reader

A/N: request served for anon! (づ ´ ˘ `)づ

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

The Bear Jelly Balloon plants on the ground. You find yourself a bit too giddy to get off the means of transportation. While you might have bribed another to board the balloon in the first place, you choose to ignore that. Focusing on the happier fact, you're in Beast-Yeast!

That fact seems more depressing to others, but they just have goals far too serious. Your goals? Well, you plan to explore every nook and cranny here. Not for any reason, but to spot out all the animals.

You cannot truly deem yourself the top animal admirer if you stay within the bounds of Crispia. With a curious mind, you plan to write about each new friend you come across.

There have to be mammals you never even imagined that take habitat here, and you long to see how wild sights can get. Also, the thought that sweet, loving creatures here have never received a cuddle in their lives completely shatters you. No matter, as you are here and plan to change that for your upcoming companions.

Stepping off of the balloon, you find yourself in a forest. Of course, that was on purpose. Your first guess on where critters would reside is no other than a place surrounded by trees.

Wandering down a pathway that was almost covered by foliage, you look both ways, awaiting your eyes to set sights on anything moving.

You are smart enough to know making any loud noises would be a bad decision. While there are friends, there are also foes, and you would like to attract only one of those two.

Speaking of friends, it seems like you found one, fortunately. The creature seems interested, taking the move to approach you.

Floating a few feet in front of you, an illuminated green being holds a derpy smile. The creature has green circles stemming from his being, rather than hands or legs. How unique.

The being appears as interested in you as you are in them, hovering around you as if conducting an inspection.

You are boring, the harmless thing concludes. With that, it meanders away, not daring to grace you with a chance to touch its skin. Unlucky, but you understand. Your elated emotions might have scared it off.

Without expecting reciprocation, you send the spore a wave off. Nonetheless, you are left happy. A cute critter is bound to cause happiness, despite no touch being involved.

Continuing on, you examine the vegetation. The trees are darker compared to those in the kingdom you reside in. Along with the feat of being tall, towering over everything around. It fails to scare you since judging is not a big part of your personality.

Moving on, the bushes here hold their own features as well. Looking closer, the rectangular hedges come along with red flowers. Not roses, but with the appearance of dice. How neat, you'll pluck a few to take home. Hopefully nature can excuse it.

Though, once you stroll your way towards the bushes, you find the shrubs separate the trail from the darker parts of the forest. Regardless, with the help of the light shining down from the cloudy sky, you are able to spot a wooly creature.

A sheep, you can tell with ease. Its appearance does not look out of the ordinary, but that lands as irrelevant. Either way, you were going to envelop them in love.

Hopping over the bush, you witness another surprise. There are plenty of sheep around, ten if your eyes gazed over correctly.

Some are resting in their place, others are munching on the dry grass. They all seem unbothered by your presence; therefore, you choose not to bother them. Rather, you watch, taking joy in all of the happy mammals around. Maybe all was well for them, even without love from a cookie's touch.

Coming prepared, you remove a camera from your satchel. The moment seems so serene, tempting you into taking a picture. A time resembling this, you could almost believe Beast-Yeast was a place of tranquility.

Your cookie camera in hand, you snap several pictures of the sheep. Settling your jitters of excitement, you place your camera back into its place. Afterwards, you notice the item might have caused a disturbance to the lot of sheep. They run away in their herd, leaving you behind.

Catching your eye, you notice a sheep that remained behind, its back turned away from you. Surely it did not miss the rest of their group walking off.

If that was the case, you step to its side, squatting to the wooly animal's height. That marks the moment the lone sheep turns to look at you, curious eyes staring into your own.

Wow, now those are some striking eyes. The sheep owns one cyan eye color; the other one is cerulean. Even the pupils are opposite in color, elevating your interest. Perhaps their herd owned the same eyes as your friend here, and you were too caught up in gawking to notice.

As much as you would like to snap a picture of the sight, it would have a chance to hurt its conflicting-colored eyes with the sudden flash.

"Hi there," you started off, offering a soft tone. "Are you lost, little guy?" Although it cannot speak words, you deem yourself capable of understanding animal speech. Placing your hand on its head, you await an answer.

"Baa," the sheep responded with an expected response, which you chuckle at. It was adorable all the same, causing you to pat their head. Even though it realizes it's merely the two of you around, the singular sheep seems uncaring of their friends' disappearance. You find no strong need to return it to its group.

"Aren't you just the cutest thing?" you expressed, now squishing the sheep's cheeks. It seems not to mind, noticing their wagging tail. You're happy to see it enjoys this as much as you do.

Inviting you in for further affection, the sheep lies on their side, allowing their fluffy stomach to show. Without a second thought, you accept the offer, now rubbing the wool, which was surprisingly well-kept, attached to their belly.

You could see yourself doing this forever, and if your companion here could talk, you're sure they'd agree. Maybe taking them along with you would be the better option. Leaving the sheep by themselves fails to appeal to you.

Reluctantly, you pull your hands away from the fluff in order to gain the cream sheep's attention.

"How about you come along with me? I promise it'll be fun," you suggested, and the sheep appeared to be interested, their ears tilting up a smidge. A second after, your friend rises to their feet, looking at you expectantly. It took little to convince them, which plays in your favor.

"I knew you would agree! C’mon, little gu—" You pause, realization hitting you in the face.

"Huh, I can't just call you little guy, now can I? You deserve a name..." Trailing off, you begin to ponder. Your unnamed friend looks entertained.

"I got it! I'll call you Cotton Puff. You’re just as soft as cotton, anyways. Smart, right?" Although you adored the label, Cotton Puff does not look so amused. Well, you never said you were good at reading animal expressions. Besides, that could be their happy face.

Cotton Puff lets out a huff. Pushing their head against your legs, the cream sheep nudges you to go forward. Deciding to not leave them waiting for much longer, you turn back towards the entrance here. Of course, you help Cotton Puff over the bush, hopping over afterwards.

You commence a light jog along the pathway since the pit stop here already took up some of your time, which you do not regret. After all, you got yourself a sidekick here.

A few minutes pass by, and you run into another resident of Beast-Yeast. If you were looking elsewhere, your eyes would have skimmed over the many translucent butterflies. The fluttering wings caught your eye, making you pause in your jog.

Instead of a pace towards the group on your end, the butterflies move to fly over you and your pet, just as the spore from before. The blue butterflies carry a floral scent, drifting through the air and making the experience all the more pleasant. One in the group chose to land on Cotton Puff's nose, which you found silly.

Cotton Puff found something to be funnier, and that something was to chomp down on the harmless butterfly, swallowing it down right after.

You stare at the sheep, who looks all innocent now. Cotton Puff stares in return, then allows a sweet baa to come from their mouth, as if what you witnessed never happened.

That was unhinged, to say the least. There was no way for you to predict that, so you decided to rid it from your mind. Not much you can do now.

As one might expect, all of the pretty butterflies fluttered away due to Cotton Puff's behavior. You fail to blame them, and you also hold no blame for Cotton Puff, somehow. Their chubby face is too hard to hate.

Even so, you should probably offer him a piece of your hearty rye, or maybe the whole roll. You would like to prevent another incident from occurring.

Like a cat, Cotton Puff circles around your legs, the soft wool rubbing against you. Might it be an apology, you believe you’re not the one to receive it.

Nonetheless, the lover in you returns his little cuddle, ruffling Cotton Puff's wool. Again, the sheep appreciates it, and you can hear the slightest rumble erupting from their throat.

While that's adorable, you also do not want to waste the rest of the day smothering Cotton Puff in affection, even though it is tempting. You must spare some for your future friends.

With a quiet whistle, you bring Cotton Puff back into focus on your small trip. They was one step in front of you, as they already started up their trot. You follow along, not too far behind your unpredictable friend.

This time around, it takes a bit longer for you and your pet to find another wildlife. Perhaps choosing left on the split path you came across earlier was not the best choice, as the vegetation lessens with each step, and the trees grow tapered around you. You prefer the livelier setting of flowers and shrubs.

Laying at the end of the path, you spot another life form. Thankfully, selecting this trail wasn't for naught.

At first, you would guess it is simply another sheep, but as you and Cotton Puff shorten the distance, you notice this "sheep" is noticeably larger. Other traits stick out, such as the pointed ears and longer tail.

Since you are well educated on the topic of animals, you could tell this anomaly was a wolf, who was too busy munching on grub to notice their two watchers.

Yet a conveniently placed branch snaps under your foot, alerting the wolf in sheep's clothing of your placement.

Turning with a stare and quick to start up a growl, the wolf seems defensive of its findings. By all means, you were not here to steal food. You are far more interested in the fact that an idiom in Crispia is no longer such in Beast-Yeast.

In spite of your wishes, the chance is snatched away, as Cotton Puff took the bold decision of biting the snout of their newfound enemy. You were unaware their little legs allowed them to jump so high.

Going against its intimidating front, the wolf releases a whine and wastes no time to dash away. Cotton Puff watches, then returns to your side with his guiltless smile.

Maybe it would be optimal for the both of you to rest now. You can only pray that a nap can remove Cotton Puff's tendencies to bite other creatures.

You choose to retrace your steps, going after the location you found Cotton Puff in the first place. It's probable that being away from their natural environment stirs up odd reactions. Or that is just what you tell yourself, since you cannot come to believe that such a docile animal can be so naturally violent.

At last, you've come across a suitable spot to rest. A clear area surrounding a tree, along with a few bushes taking place nearby.

Sitting against the tree, you put your satchel to the side. Cotton Puff makes ease of placing themselves right on your lap, a perfect spot for them to nap.

Giving them one more good petting, scritching their round head to ensure a good doze, you find your eyes closing. Anyone would be tired after such a trip, so you allow your eyes to shut, falling into a light snooze.

Your eyes twitch open, slowly awakening due to the sun peeking through the branches and onto your face. The light stands as your first sign that, perhaps, you slept through the night, your nap shifting into a full-on slumber.

On an unrelated topic, your lap feels unusually heavy. You're quick to correct yourself, as you remember Cotton Puff taking place there before you fell asleep. Nonetheless, you go to look at them.

Huh, when did Cotton Puff grow so... blue? Not to mention, why does your former fluffy friend now appear as a cookie? You cannot be remembering wrong; you're sure Cotton Puff was a sheep. Then who is this?

An unknown cookie rests their head on your lap. Of course, you plan to wake them. As kind as you are, this is uncalled for. Even so, you intend to wake them nicely.

"Uh, hey?" You tugged on their shoulder. While you expected them to stir, you did not anticipate them to stare dead in your eyes once they turned.

"...Hello," you whispered, far too unsettled to say much else. The wide smile the blue cookie holds does little to comfort you.

Instead of a verbal reply, the cookie rises, giggles falling out of his mouth one after one. Was this some sort of prank? If it was, you start up your own awkward laugh, even though you failed to catch on to the topic.

"Well hello to you too!" The man returns your greeting with an eager one, pushing his cheek to your own in order to nuzzle your face. He's quite affectionate, that much you know.

"Who are you?" Pushing through his warmth, you managed to squeeze out your question. This cookie seems more acquainted with you than you are with him.

Pausing his tenderness, the cookie tilts his head when eyeing you.

"What could you ever mean? You know me!" That fell short in answering your inquiry, also playing a part in your confusion increasing.

"C’mon, take a reeeeal good look at me. Here's a hint: you love me very, very much." This cannot be a cookie from your kingdom, as you associate more with animals than others back home.

Since he offered, you take a good look at him. His clothes were... something, in short. Taking a look at his hair, it was unexpectedly staring back at you. You'll skip past that.

His face has a scar across his eye. Speaking of his eyes, which are next in line for inspection, you spend little time examining the pair.

"Cotton Puff?" His larger grin tells you your answer, but you are still dumbfounded. A cookie that possesses the ability to turn into a sheep. Since when? This is not what you meant by wanting to meet diverse animals.

"BINGO! Maybe the hint gave away too much, hm?" The real hint was his eyes, which, in truth, you should have noticed earlier. Though, looking at his eyes was the least of your worries in the moment. He was a stranger sleeping on your lap, and that stood out much more.

"But now you have met the real me! You should be thankful, really. Many don’t see this form, and if they do, well, they don’t live for much longer, ha ha!" That took a dark turn, and you recall that pattern in Cotton Puff, too. You feel inclined to believe him now.

"Allow me to give a proper introduction." You watch as the cookie removes himself from your lap, now hovering a few feet in front of you. He clears his throat to begin.

"It is I, Shadow Milk Cookie! Or, y'know, the Beast of Deceit, the true holder of a Soul Jam, the notorious jeste—"

Truthfully, you did not listen to anything else after that. The words "Beast of Deceit" caught your focus, and you feel dread engulf your being.

Was it true? The fables of the all-powerful Beasts were real all along? It just seems like anything and everything exists in Beast-Yeast. And to think you, a merely curious cookie, were cuddling him?! That had to offend him greatly. Could he find it within himself to forgive you?

"I’m sorry," you shouted, now on your knees in a sorrowful position. Your entire act caught Shadow Milk Cookie off guard, interrupting him in the middle of his ramble, while also bewildering him.

His jester hat in hand, he stares at you with a raised eyebrow. Shadow Milk is knowledgeable, so he can tell why you switched up so quickly. It's adorable if you were to ask him.

"Ooooh, someone knows me, don'tcha?" He did not bargain for that, but it makes this all the more fun. Shadow Milk Cookie is not beyond taking a thing or two for his advantage.

Your eyes dashing towards your bag, you lay your hands inside, rustling for an item. Shadow Milk Cookie watches with interest. Not exactly what one does when they find themselves within the presence of his might, but whatever. He could tell you were an odd one from the start anyway.

You pull out a... castella? Wow, you really know how to shock the crowd. Instead of shock, Shadow Milk Cookie would say confuse.

"Could you forgive me?" That look on you really is cute, the Beast thinks. Now you lie as the one appearing as a little lamb.

Besides that, if you had anything to apologize for, it's the stupid name you gave him. Cotton Puff, for a sheep? Too cliché. But you make up for it with all the cuddles you gave him.

"Hm," Shadow Milk Cookie hums in thought, grabbing your gift. "Boring!" He throws the castella elsewhere, and your expression deflates. He dislikes that look, but what else did you expect with a castella? What is he going to do with cake? Eating is not a requirement for him like it is for you. You’re so ditzy, and it's stupid how that attracts him.

"I have something else!" Quickly, you search your bag, as if there was anything else that could be of worth to a Beast. He has to have everything he could ever want by now.

"Ah, ah, ah!" "Cotton Puff" stops you in your tracks, which you find unfortunate. Is he going to end you now? Without mercy?

"I know just the thing I want," he states, leaving you on edge. Please let it be something other than crumbling you.

"I spy my little eye on..." Shadow Milk Cookie trails off, leaving you with suspense. He could soak up your face forever, but he gets to the point.

"[Name] Cookie!" Immediately, your face alters into a look of horror, and Shadow Milk Cookie does not favor that in the slightest. You did not even give him a chance! Whatever stupid cookie told you about him gave you the completely wrong idea. No worries; he can show you how benevolent he is.

"I’m... I'm sorry," is all you manage to speak in a shaky tone. From that alone, Shadow Milk Cookie can tell that you have got this all mixed up. He refuses to hurt you, so cheer up already. Did you think you could get away after showing him such tenderness?

The jester decides that love is the best medicine, charging towards you to embrace you in a tight hug. To accentuate it all, he lifts the two of you above ground, twirling you around in his arms.

"Oh, stop your silly apologies already. I chose to grace you with forgiveness," he's decided, speaking in a high and mighty tone.

"Really?"

"Nope." Well, that's one way to diminish all hope you had left.

"If you really are sorry, then come to my abode, like the good cookie you are," Shadow Milk requests, though it comes off as more of a demand since there is not much of a choice for you here.

"It's decided. YOU, my little lamb, belong to ME!" Shadow Milk is overly giddy to announce his claim over you when you didn't even respond. Though it goes as easy to guess what you would have said anyway.

And with that, the two of you poof away to your new home. You can bid your old friends here farewell. Actually, bid all of your friends farewell. You would be crazy to believe you'll be seeing Crispia anytime soon.

A brush in hand, you find your current situation more pleasant than you anticipated. You were transported to a realm that belonged to the deceitful cookie. Tricks, cards, and puppet shows resided everywhere in the mass of pitch black.

Right now, Shadow Milk Cookie created a comfortable bed for the two of you to sit atop. The Beast lays his head on your lap, similar to before, to let you brush his unusual hair. Not living up to your expectations, the brush does not harm the eyes taking place in his icing.

Legs swinging in the air, Shadow Milk Cookie enjoys being tended to more than he thought. He could still live without it, duh. Although that's what he tells himself. The trickster refuses to grow vulnerable with you this early on. You have to work for it.

Shadow Milk Cookie plans to keep you for a while. He would like to see how tender your relationship could become. Also because you pamper him in affection all too well. He might be strong, but not strong enough to turn you down. His pampering puppet, he titles you.

Besides, you seem so willing now. All it took on his side was saying your view of him was a "big misunderstanding," that the liar was not all that bad. He would never crumble another cookie!

He wonders how you fell for that.

"Sooo, my star! How did ya end up here in the first place? Runnin' from someone? Huntin' someone down?" Shadow Milk Cookie is educated, but he does not know everything. He was busy escaping those faeries and all that, so he fumbles in knowing why you came here.

"I wanted to explore what types of creatures reside here," you explained, and in return, he laughs. Shadow Milk should have foreseen a reason like that would be yours.

It is shocking you have not suffered any injuries throughout your journey. It would have happened soon enough if he had denied accompanying you, so you should be grateful for him, he thinks.

"Awwwh, well then! I'll show you ALL the animals you desire." That excites you quite a bit.

"Just kiddin!" he settles on. Shadow Milk Cookie is not fond of you sharing your endearment with other beings. You should have learned that he lives as a fickle cookie.

"After all, I'm the only animal you need." Instead of a cookie, there rests Cotton Puff on your lower section. The sight is familiar, bringing you warmth, even though you realize the sheep was not what they seemed.

This time, you bring Cotton Puff into a hug, feeling his coat brush against your cheek. It could be that Shadow Milk Cookie was right, that the cream sheep could be your one and only pet.

Cotton Puff licks your cheek, and you deem that a sign of reciprocation. It doesn't sound so bad staying here a while.

Without a doubt, Shadow Milk Cookie would agree. Just turn a while into forever. Where else could his little lamb have to go when he's right here?

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

A/N: Sorry for being inactive for a bit. I had several assessments, was under the weather, and burned my fingers. I believe it is the curse of being a writer coming to strike me. (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

[chrisstvrns]

⌞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭!𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬⌝ ⸝⸝

it had taken weeks of planning and negotiating snacks, bedtime schedules, and emotional bribes, but the night had finally come.

chris stood at the bottom of the stairs, smoothing down the front of his shirt while you fumbled with your earring in the hallway mirror.

“you sure this looks okay?” he asked, already half smiling at your reflection.

“you look great,” you said, giving him a once over and leaning up to kiss his cheek. “now help me get out the door before someone starts crying.”

as if on cue, from upstairs, a high pitched shriek rang out, followed by the unmistakable crash of lego bricks being upended.

chris winced. “too late.”

you both headed up the stairs and found matt in the living room trying to pry a handful of legos from the vice grip madi. meanwhile, nicky had apparently decided he was a pirate, swinging a wooden spoon like a sword and chasing nick, who looked wildly unqualified to be an enemy.

“you guys are gonna be fine,” you said, sounding mostly convincing as you slipped your shoes on. “we’ll only be a couple hours. i left some lunchables in the fridge, give madi the one with the oreo, and nicky the one of the chocolate chip cookie, bedtime is eight thirty, no tv after eight.”

chris nodded at the chaos. “and if one of them tries to convince you they’re allowed to have cookies after brushing their teeth, they’re lying. cute, but lying.”

matt looked up from the lego skirmish. “we’ve got this. i survived basic training, remember?”

“that was against adults,” nick muttered, ducking as nicky charged him again. “i’m fighting a manic toddler with the energy of a small hurricane.”

chris patted him on the shoulder, laughing. “good luck, man.”

with one last glance at your children, and a deep breath, you and chris made your escape, the door closing behind you like the final scene of a heist movie.

two hours later, the house was quiet.

chris pulled into the driveway, glancing at the front window.

“think they tied matt to a chair and made nick eat play doh?” he asked with a smirk.

“wouldn’t be the weirdest thing those two have survived,” you replied.

inside, they found the living room looking relatively intact. nick was lying on the couch with a juice box pressed to his forehead like a cold compress. matt was asleep sitting up, madi curled up next to him like a cat, and nicky was sprawled across a beanbag, still wearing his pirate hat.

you raised an eyebrow. “they’re all… alive.”

chris whistled low. “impressive.”

nick cracked one eye open. “you owe me hazard pay.”

madi stirred and mumbled sleepily, “uncle matt said we could have one more cookie but then we had to do bed stuff. he didn’t say when the cookie had to end.” she giggled

“she licked it for 45 minutes like it was gold,” nick whispered hoarsely.

chris chuckled. “well. we’ll bring you guys back souvenirs next time we do something dangerous like, what’s it called? oh yeah. dating.”

nick groaned and pulled a blanket over his head. “next time, i’m busy.”

matt, eyes still closed, muttered, “you’re never busy.”

“watch me.”

you and chris exchanged a look and stifled your laughter.

“come on,” chris whispered, taking your hand. “let’s get the twins to bed and maybe finish the night with some wine.”

as you leaned into him, you whispered back, “i say we fake another date next week.”

chris grinned. “you’re evil.”

“and you love me.” you smile, lifting madi from the counter, resting her on your hip. chris gets nicky, tickling him as you all make your way downstairs. 

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[sturniolooluvv]

the prank wars.  m.s

warnings: fluff, language, use of y/n

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⚘ You were currently laying on Matt’s bed while he was in the living room with his brothers. They were watching a movie but you didn’t feel like joining them, you were exhausted from your day, plus, your period had come early so it was beating your ass. 

You were aimlessly scrolling on TikTok when you came across a video of a girl pranking her boyfriend by saying their full name. You never call Matt, Matt. Or Matthew. It’s always baby, babe, love, etc.. you get the point. Never his name.

So you decided to fuck with him. 

“Matthew!” You call out, you want something to eat.  You hear footsteps RUNNING towards the door, it flings open. “What did you say?” Matt says with a concerned expression. You look up from your phone and raise an eyebrow. “I said your name…?” You question. He shakes his head, closes the door and walks towards you. He sits down next to you and places a hand on your thigh. He looks deep into your eyes. “Did I do somethin’ wrong?” He asks.

You giggle and shake your hand no. “No Matt, you didn’t do anything. Why, are you guilty of something?” You tease. His eyes widen when he hears his name once more. “What the fuck- what are you doing baby? Why are you calling me by my name?” He shakes you lightly. You smile. “I just wanted to get you in here, could be please get me water? And my chips, my cramps are killing me..” You say looking up at him.

He sighs and stands up. “Sure… I’ll be back.” He says walking towards the door. “Thanks Matthew.” You say trying not to laugh.

His head spins around to look at you. “STOP!!” He yells, pouting. You laugh, “I’m sorry-” He walks out and slams the door. Minutes later he comes back with your heating pad, cookies, water, your chips, medicine, and candy. 

“Awww baby you didn’t have to get all this!” You smile taking everything. He smiles, “I knew you’d call me baby if I spoiled you. I don’t like you calling me my name, it’s….. odd.” You laugh at him “Sorry love, it was just a Tiktok I saw. I won’t do it again.” You pull him into a kiss. He hums, letting go.

“You better not.” He kisses your forehead and walks towards the door. “Feel better, y/n.” He closes the door, you gasp. “MATTHEW!!!!!” You yell.

And here you are, eating cookies, chips, and candy. A bribe to call your boyfriend “baby.”

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[jollyhunter]

24 Kinky Days with Dean x reader - Day 14.

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Warnings: SFW - None! Just a zonked out reader and a worried Dean! (English is not my native language)

Summary: Imagine accidentally getting drugged on Dean's watch, while on a hunt.

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Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated! And let me know whether you enjoy it so far! <3 A/N: Yeeeah. Now I'm really falling behind with the challenge - I'm so sorry y'all 😭 Someting fun and kinda fluff? Anyway, I really like these imagines! I might do more of those for now, because I don't have the time for longer fanfics atm.

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14th Dec. - Shroom Cookies

Dean rubs his face, already feeling the beginning of a headache, "Please tell me you didn't eat anything funny." You scoff in an offended tone, your words slightly slurred, "Nah, I ain't no idiot, Deano. But they offered cookies. Come to the dark side, they said. What idjit would reject such an offer?"

"Jesus, you're as high as a kite. Listen, we will gank those sons of bitches but not while you're as zonked out as you are right no- GET BACK HERE!"

Dean actually needs to hold your arm with one hand while driving (you've tried to jump out already three times while he was driving and his heart won't survive a fourth attempt)

You're touching his face in the most inappropriate ways without warning

"Listen sweetheart, I need you to-" You boop his nose. Dean stares at you before he stifles an amused smile, trying and failing to sound serious, "Yeah good job, you got my nose."

You bolt. All. The. Time.

"Damnit, woman, you're like a greased pig. Stop runnin' from me will ya!"

He's frustrated and annoyed with you but also... damn you're kinda endearing when you're all goofy and giggly. So, more often than not, he's having a real hard time to keep a straight face when scolding you

The amount of times he has to tell you to "Hey, focus!" and gently pry your hand from his face or his hair

For some reason you manage to outrun Dean despite you being half-baked from whatever pagan-drug they pumped in you?? "Jesus, she's fast. Even while drugged up, she's like a damn jack rabbit on a sugar high." Dean yells after you, cursing

Despite Dean's great efforts to keep anything pointy or remotely dangerous from your hands, you actually pick pocket him (Dean chokes on his beer when he sees you twiddle with his blade and try to pick your teeth with it like it's some toothpick)

Once he finally catches you again, he's had enough and he slings you over his shoulder to carry you back to Baby "That's it, you're grounded, Skippy."

Dean's worried to no end, clutching his chest whenever you've managed to disappear from his sight again

"You coulda gotten yourself killed. Again."

At some point when he takes up chase, he actually handcuffs your wrist to his own so he can't lose you anymore (He did not consider the possibility that you'd keep charging into the opposite direction of him and you'd end up in a war of tug on every corner)

On one of your escapes you actually managed to scale a MC-Donald's sign, refusing to get down. Dean's yelling up at you while pulling his hair. "What the hell, babe. What the hell-" (He eventually has to bribe you with 5 happy meals and 20 "nuggies" as you called them from 10 feet above him, to get you down)

Once you've both survived the day, and he had ganked the pagan gods with you tied to a vending machine, you're on your drive home. With his worries eased, he finally bursts out laughing. But he's also shaking his head because despite the fact that you'd sent him through several cardiac arrests, he didn't have this much fun on a hunt in... like ever. (And you both get to stuff your faces with a mountain of junk food)

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Masterlist of opened windows:

1st Dec. - Sunshine 2nd Dec. - Spell Book 3rd Dec. - Lights Out 4th Dec. - Tickle 5th Dec. - Dirty UNO 6th Dec. - (TBA) 7th Dec. - Candlelight 8th Dec. - Hex Play 9th Dec. - Whip Stroke 10th Dec. - Barbie World 11th Dec. - Temptation ... (check the masterlist for more!)

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[hugemilkshake]

Helloooo! Before I start with my ask, I love your art and I enjoy looking at it and I do admire it! So my request is Yandere Ancient Cookies with Ancient Cookie Y/N! They’re always protected of them and wanna make sure that they’re safe! This can be Romantic or Platonic!

Enjoy the milkshake! This is before dark enchantress happened so there’s less anxiety and issues. The beasts are not included

Yandere Ancients X Ancient Reader

-platonic or romantic-

!TW! Under the cut this will have stuff like overprotectiveness, implications of isolation, obsession and slight intentional harm

Pure Vanilla

Pure Vanilla is very a peaceful man, all he wants is for you to stop trying to be a hero like him and the other ancients!

Now he won’t tell you that to your face but you can tell he doesn’t want you to lift a finger

If you get hurt he will subtly hint that you shouldn’t be doing things like this while he heals you

Now Pure Vanilla will let you get hurt, not because he doesn’t care about you! But so he can heal you and say “I told you so”

If you decide to step down he will happily let you stay at his kingdom! But he will get a little disappointed that he can’t heal you as often anymore…

Hollyberry

Hollyberry is less worried than Pure Vanilla, she’s probably the most lenient ancient out of the bunch

She believes you can take care of yourself fairly well!

But if there’s one thing she won’t let you do it’s travel into the dragons valley alone. What if you run into The Red Dragon and she’s not there to shield you?!

Hollyberry loves to drink berry juice with you! If you get drunk she will make sure you don’t do anything stupid

But she might try to get you to spill some secrets…

Over she’s the best ancient to be stuck with due to the amount of freedoms you have!

Dark Cacao

Dark Cacao, like Pure Vanilla doesn’t like you going out and being a hero. But unlike Pure Vanilla he will tell you that to your face

He will do everything in his power to keep you from fighting. But he can’t do much since you have your own life that you need to tend to (weather that be having a kingdom or just traveling around)

Dark Cacao will protect you with his life, if you even suggest exploring the frozen tundra he will have a mini heart attack and insist to go with you

Dark Cacao will always pester you about staying in and away from the cold

At one point you just have to give in. Once you do Dark Cacao is pretty calm.

Just don’t think about leaving.

Golden Cheese

Golden Cheese takes an entirely different approach compared to the others so far, she lets you do whatever you want but when you visit her she gives you anything you want!

She try’s to unknowingly bribe you to stay with her, weather that be by giving you beloved treasures or your favorite food

When you are in Golden Cheeses kingdom you are treated like a god/goddess

Golden Cheese has lots of things depicting you as some heavenly being, now depending on you, she might hide them or let you see them

But Golden Cheeses ideal life is in her kingdom with you ruling beside her and never leaving her side

White Lily

White Lily is very conflicted. While she doesn’t want you fighting, she wants you to travel with her

White Lily desperately wants you to aid her in her studies but due to the other ancients and your own life, you can’t

White Lily will either stay with you or constantly write letters to you.

But if White Lily stays with you she has to leave for beats yeast eventually.

When she’s at beast yeast she can’t get you out of her head….

Which isn’t a good thing when she falls into the ultimate dough…

[chobani-flip]

meeting friends and family @bucktommypositivityweek

a bit of bucktommy fluff that unfolded as i wrote it

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putting the car in park, buck checked his watch. shit, he was late. he was so late. he eyed the bags on the seat next to him and wondered if he should have bought the other two types of muffin as well. but he was so late, and today of all days, that he seriously doubted if tommy's love of cake might work in bribing his forgiveness.

but it hadn't been his fault! he couldn't just stand by when kathy went into labor right there next to the chicken nuggets! or it might have been kate, buck wasn't sure he heard her equally pregnant friend (mallory?) right the first time she'd moaned their names at him before thrusting two shopping carts containing two toddlers into buck's free hand once he'd introduced himself as a firefighter and dialed 911. then she proceeded to lean against the walgreens freezer and talk both herself and her friend through lamaze breathing, while buck clutched his phone with his shoulder and gave directions to sue blevins and at the same time tried to keep the toddler in the green bear tshirt from biting the toddler in pink, taking turns smiling encouragingly into their crying faces and the equally distressed but less snotty face of the walgreens manager.

and once he'd calmed the kids down a bit and nowak and wyatt from the 127 arrived, he couldn't just leave them to go to the hospital on their own. luckily, it didn't take very long for melanie's (?) partner to arrive, but still.

so now buck was late, by about two hours, on the evening that he and tommy had offered to babysit jee for the first time together.

remembering his own complete exhaustion after he'd spent an afternoon running around his niece that first time maddie had him watch her, buck was sure he should have bought those extra muffins.

buck didn't really know what he expected to find when he opened the door to his loft, but it definitely wasn't his niece sitting in her high chair at the kitchen island, quietly nibbling a carrot stick and staring at his boyfriend as though he was a new paw patrol character.

at a second glance, buck closed the door behind him and felt a bit like doing the same.

because tommy was holding a large piece of cucumber and two leaves of ice berg lettuce on the other side of the kitchen island and...

"...and like we said, because newton's third law of motion says that any action has an equal and opposite reaction, like when-"

"when i jump on the trampoline!" jee pulled the carrot out of her mouth to yell in excitement as tommy grinned at her in approval. buck felt a little faint.

"exactly, princess! and when the airfoil here," tommy shook the lettuce, "splits the air, the air pressure on top is smaller than on the bottom, that makes the air move faster downward and that generates lift!"

"lift!" jee yun cheered and danced in her chair, and buck had no idea whether she actually understood the lesson in beginner aviation just now, or if she just liked how tommy nodded approvingly at her as he handed her a wedge of cucumber. buck watched in disbelief as she rammed it into her mouth like a little chipmunk and grinned wide and green at his boyfriend, who couldn't possibly appreciate it for the miracle it was.

buck had been forced to pinky promise her never to include cucumbers in any of her snacks, "not even hided in yummy dip!", because they were "wet and ew".

although buck had to admit, he too would do (and had done) a lot of crazy things in order to get tommy to look and smile at him, so he couldn't blame jee yun too much for her change of heart.

he must have make some sort of a sound, because in the next instant jee was wriggling on her chair so much it was a wonder it didn't topple with her in it, and tommy was throwing his vegetable airplane model back into the salad bowl as though he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"uncle buck! uncle buck!" jee yun yelled, interrupting his stunned staring. "this is uncle tommy!" she added when he came up to her and at her request, lifted her into his arms.

"yeah?" was the only thing buck could think to say, as he pressed a scratchy kiss against her cheek, and turned to stare some more at his gorgeous boyfriend the tips of whose ears were turning a lovely shade of pink.

"he's a pilot!" jee yun continued to cheerfully shout in his ear.

"no way!" buck gasped.

"way way!" she yelled, and then went on to explain very seriously that she shouldn't jump on the bed because she didn't have a "jet-gin" or an airfoil and so she wouldn't fly because she couldn't "genate lift". buck nodded, also very seriously, and agreed that uncle tommy was "so cool!"

"the coolest," he said as he watched tommy start to put away the groceries.

buck had a feeling that the title of the favorite uncle that he had won from albert by knowing which brand of dino chicken nuggets to buy had just been stolen but he couldn't say he minded very much.

[mncxbe]

bsd men and what they do for christmas

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊, 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: sfw/nsfw/ severe brainrot♡

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

can I just start by saying that this man has never celebrated Christmas properly so he's so excited to spend time with you

Dazai prefers to keep things simple: homemade dinner and then watching a movie

you're supposed to open the presents in the morning but he isn't patient enough. the moment he sees them under the tree you so kindly decorated a few days ago he has the biggest smile on his face

"come on bella you don't seriously want to wait until morning. how could you do this to me? you know how curious I am"

you end up opening the gifts that night. he's gonna loves whatever you get him really but his heart literally melts if you knit him a scarf or write him a letter. dazai's a sucker for self-made gifts

the only appropriate way to show his gratitude is to bend you over and fuck you nice and slow, your face mushed in the cushy pillows on your shared bed as he takes you from behind

"there you go pretty girl. my, my I'm starting to think this pretty pussy of yours is my favourite gift so far"

you can bet he wears a santa hat

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

he'd take you out to the most expensive restaurant in town for a proper meal

after that, if you find a rink that's open on Christmas eve he takes you ice skating (totally not an excuse for him to hold your hand)

once you get home you cuddle on the couch while watching a generic movie like Home Alone. it's always the classics I'm telling you

he has a fireplace!!! and insists on opening the gifts next to it

among other stuff, he gets you Christmas themed lingerie and makes you wear it in bed. cuz after all, you're the best gift he could ask for

forget about baking him sweets, the only dessert he wants is your pretty cunt. he's gonna eat you out for what seems like hours, making you cum on his tongue at least two or three times before he even thinks about fucking you

"shiit baby you look so pretty like this. you like it when I spoil you rotten don't ya? I bet you do- oh fuck yea cum f'me doll"

𝑭𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

hubby's busy even on holidays

he probably has to attend some obnoxious event and ofc you go as his plus one

he's gonna spend all evening sulking and complaining about how idiotic the whole party is

by the time you two get home he's too exhaused to do anything but you may be able to bribe him to stay awake for an hour or two with some gingerbread

can I just say he'd probably get you the nicest gifts? i'm 100% sure he has a good salary so he can afford whatever you want. expensive jewelery or skincare? sure, no problem. a stack of books with those pretty decorative covers? fine again

he probably gets a bit tipsy on mulled wine so be prepared to hear a silly yet lengthy love confession before bed

falls asleep before midnight but he's gonna make up for it in the morning if you catch my drift

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

sweet baby's so anxious at first

he's never celebrated christmas before so he doesn't really know what to do. this whole idea is so new to him but he can't deny he loves spending time with you decorating the house

Sigma wants to try any tradition you may have; baking winter themed cookies, making crackers, watching a movie marathon

when it comes to gifts he doesn't really know what to get you so he ends up buying multiple things he thinks you'd like and he's so happy when you tell him you like them

cuddles cuddles cuddles all evening under a cushy blanket with a mug of hot chocolate in your hands

he'd look so cute wearing one of those reindeer headbands

if it's snowing, take him slow dancing in the snow or on a walk around town. he's gonna love the pretty christmas lights

[hollyberrygarden]

young Burnt Cheese headcanons 🧀

he was orphaned when he was little, like three or four years old. he was eventually found in the desert by Golden Cheese, Smoked Cheese, and Mozzarella, who were all living and traveling the desert together at the time. none of them felt right leaving him, so they decided to bring him along. as an adult, he doesn't really remember how he ended up out there. the Golden Cheese Kingdom, once it was established, was the only place for miles; before that, it was even rarer to find somewhere safe to stay. the others assume his parents crumbled in a fight with monsters/predators, and Burnt Cheese somehow survived

he initially starts wearing his mask because he has sensitivity to brightness (which is really funny, since he grows up around Her Radiance Golden Cheese). he can barely look out onto the sand in the middle of the day because it reflects the sun so intensely. one of the others (Smoked Cheese) fashions him a jackal mask to protect his eyes and help him see better. he wears it all the time. as he grows into an adult, and eventually when he wakes in the Golden City, he keeps wearing the mask because A) it still helps with his vision, B) it makes him more intimidating as a gatekeeper, and C) he likes the aesthetic

he was terrified of the others when he was little. it took Golden Cheese bribing him with food to convince him to go with them where it would be safer. even when he's safe, he still hides from them and tries to scare them so they leave him alone. it's honestly sad that he is so distrustful of them that he wants to hide from them. he's also pretty shy, which is almost expected since he lives with strangers, but he comes around after some time and eventually stops hiding from them. he usually speaks one word at a time or in very short sentences, but he can get his point across

eventually, the group meets High Priest Cheesenbird and the other Cheesebirds, and they form a friendship. High Priest Cheesenbird is surprised they have such a young Cookie with them. he tries to bond with him, make him smile, and play with him, to little success. the others tell him it's difficult to form that initial trust. High Priest Cheesenbird eventually realizes he may just need a comfort item, and he makes him a Cheesebird plushie. he's obsessed with it. you don't see him without it. he has it with him during meals, he carries it around everywhere, and he even sleeps with it in his arms. it's adorable

he likes it when people brush his hair. it's always been really long, and when he's little, he can't brush it as effectively. other than tidying up his bangs, cutting it is out of the question; he refuses every time they offer. instead, the others take turns brushing it for him, either to help maintain it or be there for him. his braid was Mozzarella's idea, and she taught him how to do it

his sense of smell is better than most Cookies. he can smell things from really far away and can often smell individual ingredients in food. he smells other Cookies when he first meets them. when he's little, he's very…obvious about it? for lack of better words. he'll get right up on you and just sniff your arm. a lot of the time, he will sniff someone and then just not say anything. it's more funny than anything

he has several games he likes to play with the others. he loves fetch. he will run full sprint to grab a ball (or his Cheesebird, if used), and he'll bring it back (whether it's in his arms or in his mouth is a 50/50 shot). he loves chasing his "tail" (the braid behind his head); if someone shows it to him, he will chase it until he's dizzy. he also loves what he calls "tug," which is effectively tug of war. he's shockingly strong for a four-year-old, and anyone who plays with him is always surprised they still have an arm. it's probably his favorite. he'll carry around his favorite rope until someone agrees to play with him, even if they're just holding the other end while he goes ham

he has nightmares about the desert a lot. everyone has their own bed, and he'll leave his own, his Cheesebird in his arms, until he makes it to someone else's bed. everyone has woken up multiple times to Burnt Cheese in their bed, trembling head to toe from fear. it's an incredibly sad sight. he goes to High Priest Cheesenbird the most out of everyone. ever since he made him that plush, they've had a close bond, and if he's scared or crying, which is thankfully much rarer, his comforting words and soft hugs always calm him down. High Priest Cheesenbird will always stay up until he feels better and falls asleep before going back to sleep himself (and he's always sorry if his natural cheese powder makes him sneeze. but it also makes him smile too)

everyone calls him "little one." everyone. High Priest Cheesenbird calls him "little bird" a lot too

[authorellenmint]

2 AM

Even in a world without night or day, a sun or moon, Lucanis could still tell when it was 2 AM. There was an edge to the air, like the too taut string of a lute about to snap, or a bracing wind cutting through a secret passage in a wall. Save a few errant wisps traversing to Maker knew where, no one stirred in the Lighthouse.

I don’t. Want this!

No one save the demon in his head.

“Too bad,” Lucanis murmured to himself. He’d let himself falter for a few hours and woke to find his foot hovering above a fall to nowhere. Spite, despite nearly sending them both plummeting into the void, wouldn’t cease pouting. He was worse than a child demanding a cookie. At least the child couldn’t take over their parent and kill them.

I want. To Talk. To Rook!

“No.” Lucanis cut his constant refrain off with a curt snarl. He had no idea what Spite wanted from Rook, but he wasn’t going to risk it…risk her to his inner demon. Spite growled at being denied once again.

Lucanis had been let himself be pleased after the dinner. Less so the Antaam’s surprising attack, but for a brief moment he’d held her in his arms. Let himself give in to the pinging strings of his heart as she’d melted against him.

Then Spite began to whine.

Rook. Will Understand.

“I highly doubt that.” Lucanis hadn’t fully weighed what being with someone, someone who meant the world to him, would mean while his mind wasn’t entirely his own. Perhaps a foolish part of him had hoped that Spite might take the evening off. Instead, after that evening, he became obsessed with Rook.

Always asking for her. Always demanding to take control.

It worried Lucanis what his demon wanted, and if he could stop it.

His pacing steps took him up one of the many stairs circling the balcony. A delighted hiss startled him. “Hello,” he said to the death mage’s pile of bones. It clacked its mandible and hissed again.

As a man raised to bring death from a young age, it was disturbing to find bones once laid to rest up and walking around. At least Manfred wasn’t one of his contracts. And Maker help him if he ever was.

I must. Talk to—

“I said no!”

Why not?

“Because.”

Be. Cause. Why?

“Because I said so.” Mierda. Toddlers were easier to handle than Spite, and those he just bribed with a promise of chocolates. Would that work on a demon too?

Where is Rook?

“I don’t know,” Lucanis admitted. They had barely returned from Antiva before she was whisked off to handle a problem with Bellara, then Davrin and the Grey Wardens. He would be foolish to think he could monopolize all of her time, but there was a small part of him that wished he could be by her side for it. Should she drop her guard, would the Warden be quick enough to shield her?

I want. I need. To talk. To—

“For the last time, you are not talking to—” Lucanis’ mad rant slammed into a wall from a soft gasp before him.

Draped in a blanket around her shoulders, her feet bare, and hair beautifully mussed, she turned from gazing out over the Lighthouse to him.

“…Rook,” he whispered, his wild pacing stumbling a crawl. “What are you doing here?”

“It is my secret clubhouse,” Rook said with a wink. Her shoulders stooped and the blanket slipped lower, revealing a vast stretch of bare skin. As Lucanis’ mind struggled with piecing together how much of her was without clothing under that simple scrap of wool, her stance softened. She drew a palm over the railing. “I couldn’t sleep.” A warm eye drifted back to him. “I’m guessing you’re having the same problem.”

“Spite.” Lucanis grimaced. “He wants something.”

“Have you tried gingerwort truffles?”

“Truffles give me gas,” Lucanis said then his eyes opened wide. “I mean—” Whatever excuse he had evaporated at the harmonious delight dancing on her face.

She was beautiful, a fact that always struck him like a bolt from the shadows. It wasn’t that he was without eyes. He’d certainly noticed upon that first meeting in the Ossuary as she’d stood before him, cheeks flushed, chest heaving from battle. But every day with her brought a new angle to her beauty. Her kindness shone in her eyes. Her care graced her delicate fingers. And even her biting wit gleaned along her wickedly delicious lips.

Let me. Talk to Rook!

Lucanis scrunched up his face to drown out Spite.

Rook saw it all. “Is he hurting you?” There was that generous spirit that she gave and gave to every soul who crossed their paths.

“Only in my mind. He likes pushing me to my wit’s end.” Lucanis strolled to stand beside Rook. His fingers danced across the railing, chasing the pattern that didn’t exist as he tried to quell the storm tossing in his head.

Warmth brushed across his shoulder, wrenching his head around. For a beat he noticed her eyes, full of concern, before they drew to find her blanket had slipped to reveal more than just a peek of Rook’s undershirt. “Are you okay?” she asked.

Thoughts tumbled in his fracturing mind. Of him taking her offered hand and pressing a hundred kisses to her palm. Plucking her off of her feet and setting her on the banister. Kissing her worries off her lips, running his hands under that blanket. Diving into all of Rook’s beauty with no plan to surface.

A walled off Lucanis stared down at the Caretaker’s little shop across the way. “You needn’t worry about me.”

She didn’t slip away. In a soft voice, she said, “Try and stop me.”

[rinisarchive]

sophia laforteza x lara raj (solarz)

cw ; short fluff , baking , hand holding , kissing , sophia feeds lara cookie dough at some point , established relationship (girlfriends) ,, etc??

wc ; 600+

an ; i love solarz sm omg ,, quick little smth

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snow fell softly outside of their home, the girls were sitting inside of the living room and music was playing.

they all were doing their own thing, the younger ones were playing a random game, daniela and manon were doing each other’s makeup and lara and sophia were busy inside the kitchen.

the girls finally had their day off, and took that time to spend some time together. although they were together pretty much every second of the day, times like these were rare.

while they were inside of the kitchen, sophia was cooking when lara came up with the idea to make some cookies. the older nodded and said they would make them later on, or as their plan was supposed to go.

one by one the girls started leaving the living room, spilling into their own rooms or into the rooms of who they wanted to hangout with, leaving lara and sophia alone downstairs. lara walked to the kitchen, offering to bake cookies, so sophia walked in behind her.

she grabbed the eggs, milk and butter from the fridge, while lara grabbed the peanut butter, flour, suger and everything else required to make the cookies. lara had a little twist with her recipe, so her and sophia did a baking competetion or whatever you may call it.

they just had some fun in the kitchen, once everything was out they began preheating the oven, lara got a bowl from their cabinet, while sophia grabbed the measuring cups. lara began mixing her ingrdients, sophia came from behind her and wrapped her arms around lara’s waist.

she kissed her shoulder, lara tilted her head a little while sophia hid her head in the crook of her neck. after a while sophia broke away, and the redhead mixed away. it wasn't much of a crazy process, but lara had to run off because she could hear megan yelling and they share a room so who knows what happened in there.

sophia finished making the dough while the younger was gone, finally she returned and sophia fed lara some of the cookie dough, she saw lara's eyes light up so she knew she didn't make a mistake.

she grabbed the cookie sheet and lined it with parchment paper, she and lara began placing small balls of dough on the sheets for the cookies, the remaining batter going to daniela who just so happened to appear when sophia picked lara up by her waist and putting her on the counter.

sophia kissed lara, and lara pulled her closer into the kiss of course unkowing that daniela was in there. "ew eugh get a room holy shit" she said laughing at them, they broke the kiss, "dani" lara said which made daniela stop. sophia gave her the cookie dough as a bribe to shut up and go away, which worked.

the couple went inside of the living room, cuddling with each other and recountng the last few years, talking about how much they've changed and grown overtime. sophia kissed lara's forehead after reminding her how proud she was.

lara held sophia's hands while listening to her talk, her voice small while she said "i love you" and sophia smiled saying it back.

soon the cookies were done, and sophia went to take them out of the oven, giving them a while to cool down while they went upstairs to check on their fellow members. they saw manon already asleep, with yoonchae laying on top of her dosing off.

daniela was in the corner of her own bed on her phone with megan while they watched something. they closed the door behind them, and going back downstairs, taking a few cookies then making their way into sophia and yoonchae's shared bedroom, since lara's was oddly a mess thanks to megan seeing a spider, and it was also too late into the night for her to clean it the way she wanted it cleaned.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

It's Flawless, Really Something

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, flirting, a pervy parent, non-academic activities in the classroom

2.6k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

“Did you save me that biscuit?”

Roy Kent leaned forward, hands on the plastic table, and smiled at you. His eyes were bright, and his black leather jacket hugged him deliciously; he was perfect, you thought. Stupidly, ridiculously, wonderfully perfect.

“Only if you’ve got exact change,” you managed to joke, holding out your outstretched hand.

Roy looked surprised at your teasing reply. Surprised, but also pleased. After your talk with Leanne, you’d made the terrifying decision that you were going to flirt with Roy Kent. You liked him, you knew that much. He clearly liked you, at least a little. And if he was ever going to ask him out, he, like any other man, needed a little encouragement.

With a content chuckle, the coach reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of quid, definitely more than the cost of one chocolate chip cookie. He pressed the money into your hand, curling your fingers into a fist as his warm grip lingered.

Despite your immediately wavering bravery, you held his gaze, not caring that he could probably see the way you gulped at his touch. “That’s a little too much, Coach,” you hummed.

“Consider the rest a tip,” he answered, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. “For exemplary service.” He tilted his head at you. “How long’re you here for? Do they let you take a break, or do I need to call the union?”

“Maybe another half hour and then I’m pretty much done.” You smiled, not caring that there were students, and parents, and other teachers flittering around. “Why? You want to buy me a lemonade or something?”

He shrugged and picked up a chocolate chip cookie. “Or something,” he echoed with a wink. “Have fun.”

You watched unabashedly as he walked away, to where his sister and Phoebe were waiting for him. He handed the cookie to a bouncy Phoebe, while his sister waggled her eyebrows at him. Roy gave his sister a shove before glancing back at you, his smile widening when he caught you staring.

As you were wondering whether Leanne would kill you if you left her alone, Mrs. Seling rushed over mischief all over her face.

“Teresa’s dog got sick,” she said in place of a greeting. “We need someone in the dunk tank, just for twenty minutes until it’s Mrs. Halpern’s turn. Can you do it?”

Shit. The damn dunk tank. Every year, teachers brokered deals and offered bribes to avoid having a shift on the stupid thing, treating it like the torture chamber it was. The water was gross and weirdly warm. The air was freezing cold when you were soaked. Students lined up in droves to try to dunk their teacher into the water, and, worse, dads lined up to see the results.

Of course, Lee chose that moment to absolutely betray you and busy herself with selling brownies to a student’s grandmother, leaving you only able to smile weakly at Karen and mumble, “I guess.”

So, there you sat, hating the fact that you’d chosen today to wear a light-colored shirt to go with your jeans, but thankful for the fact that your students had terrible aim. Phoebe O’Sullivan stood among the gaggle of children who were desperate to see you fall into the tub of water that you tried not to think too hard about; her uncle stood not far, eyebrows raised in amusement, trying not to think too hard about how you’d look once you got dunked.

Normally, Roy thought of you as cute, pretty, adorable. An absolute distraction. But the thought of you in a soaked shirt, material clinging to your body… fuck, he needed to get his thoughts under control. After all, he hadn’t asked you out yet, hadn’t kissed you yet. But fucking hell, his mind was racing as he tried not to turn into a teenage boy with fantasies of a beautiful teacher in a wet t-shirt.

“Uncle Roy, you should try!”

Phoebe’s little voice dragged him out of his increasingly adult thoughts. “Hmm?” He stared at the ball in his niece’s outstretched hand, quickly comprehending what she’d just said. “Oh. Sure.”

He stepped up after watching one of Phoebe’s classmates throw a very wild pitch. Your eyes found his, carrying a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. He knew he could hit that stupid red target; he was a retired athlete, after all. A flick of his wrist, and you’d be soaked from head to toe.

But he saw the way Jack Price’s dad was leering at you, the way that fucker always did when his wife wasn’t around. And he felt that tightness in his chest again, the tightness he’d had that day at the zoo when he watched that skeeze put his hand on your shoulder. No way was Roy going to let slime see his personal fantasy.

Besides, you’d probably appreciate Roy not dunking you, right? It’d be rather gentlemanly. And you seemed like the type that wanted a gentleman. And Roy wanted to be what you wanted.

So, he gently tossed the ball, shrugging at you when it hit the backboard instead of the target.

“Thank you,” you mouthed, warming away that tightness in his chest. The relief and gratitude on your face was worth looking like he couldn’t throw a damn ball, as well as the fifty pence the ball had cost.

As he pondered how he could leverage his chivalrous gesture to finally ask you on a date, someone tapped his shoulder.

Jack Price’s dad smiled at him, that stupid, sharkish smile, tossing a ball up and down. “Guess you’re not as good at pitching as kicking, hmm?” he joked, as if they were the kind of people who joked with each other. “Watch and learn.”

Your gasp was sharp as you felt the bench disappear from under you and were instantly underwater. Dammit. You’d almost made it the full twenty minutes dry as a bone. Fucking Mr. Price and his fucking cricket hobby. You came back up rapidly, cheeks burning as the kids cheered on the sight of seeing their beloved teacher soaked.

To add insult to injury, Mrs. Halpern stood beside the dunk tank, ready to take your place. You clambered out of the dunk tank, shivering in the approaching evening air. All you wanted to do now was go home, shower, and put on your warmest pajamas. Never mind letting Roy Kent buy you a lemonade. You were cold, wet, and, admittedly, a little embarrassed by the way your shirt clung to your skin.

But you grabbed your things and put on that fake smile for your students who giggled over your misfortune and tried to make a speedy exit. Unfortunately, Mr. Price slowed down your plans.

“No hard feelings, right?” he hummed, eyes everywhere but your face. “It’s for a good cause, after all.”

Instinctively, you crossed your arms, attempting to hide as much as you could. “Of course,” you murmured, making a pathetic attempt to sidestep him.

He blocked your path, eyeing your figure. “Need help with those wet clothes?” he whispered as his hand landed on your shoulder, the way it had at the zoo.

“Oi.”

As you shrugged off Mr. Price’s hand, Roy Kent approached, peeling off his leather jacket. “You must be fucking cold,” he mumbled. Pointedly ignoring Jack’s dad, he wrapped the jacket around your shoulders. “How about that lemonade?”

“Thanks,” you sighed as Mr. Price scampered away. “But I should probably head home. Need a shower after being in that thing.” As you spoke, you did your best to ignore the feeling of Roy Kent’s jacket hugging you, enveloping you in the scent of whatever wonderful cologne he was wearing, a cologne he’d picked out in the hopes of bumping into you today.

“Sorry the jacket’s not more comfortable,” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you can just give it back to me Monday. Keep you warm on your way home.”

You shook your head. “I have a sweatshirt in my classroom. I can just throw that on.” Seeing the slight disappointment in his brown eyes, you swayed forward slightly, batting your eyes at him- something you weren’t sure you’d ever done. “Walk me to my classroom?”

There was that smile. That fucking smile, the one that was bright enough to make you forget Roy Kent’s infamous rage, the perfect smile you wanted to kiss right off his bearded face. He kept on smiling as the two of you slipped away from the fall festival.

He liked seeing you in his jacket. It was just big enough to look cozy wrapped around your shoulders, and he cherished the way you tugged it tightly around yourself. Admittedly, he was a big jealous of the way his jacket got to be wrapped around you. He wondered if it would smell like you when he got it back; probably like the dunk tank water, unfortunately. Maybe he could offer it to you again sometime. Maybe even after a date.

You quickly unlocked your classroom and led Roy in, trying not to flinch when you heard the door close, silencing the already distant sounds of the festival. Neither of you bothered with the lights, instead letting the last of the sun softly illuminate the classroom. Roy followed you to your desk, wondering if you wanted him to leave or stay, and hoping beyond hope that it was the latter.

“Oh, here.” You slipped off his jacket and handed it to him. “Thanks again, Coach. Very chivalrous of you.” Your smile was probably the most confident he’d seen, playful and teasing. It was probably his favorite smile.

“Any fucking time,” he breathed. He was fighting so fucking hard not to stare at you. He knew he wasn’t a married dad like Mr. Price or the others, and he was pretty sure you liked the way he stared at you- but still. He didn’t want to be grouped with them, a creep who ogled you like a piece of meat.

But fuck, you were making it hard. That shirt clung to you like it wanted you even more than Roy did, flaunting the body you usually covered with cute dresses and jean jackets- a body Roy really liked. You pulled your dripping hair up in a clip you found on your desk, exposing a neck that Roy was sure would look great with a few marks on it. And you gazed up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, as if you were going to ask him a question.

He cleared his throat. “You headin’ home after you grab your sweater?”

You nodded absently. “Probably.” You took a tiny step back, hitting the edge of your desk. “You sticking around?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m with, uh, my sister and Pheebs.” Despite his best efforts, his eyes wandered. Fuck. “Sorry,” he muttered, wincing when he realized how obvious it was; he might as well be drooling.

You cocked your head at him. “For what?”

He shook his head, ears burning with shame and, if he was being really honest, desire. “For fucking…. Staring.” He made himself look you in the eye, which was somehow worse. “’m sorry.”

To his surprise, you smiled. “Don’t be. I… I like it when you stare.”

“Do you?” His voice was quiet, as if he thought being any louder would scare you off. “Why?”

You shrugged and hopped up onto your desk. “Because it’s you,” you said simply. Feeling dizzy from the way Roy looked at you, you reached out and touched his hand, grazing his skin with the tip of your finger. “You’re… you’re the kind of guy a girl likes to have staring.”

There it was. Since the first day of school, when he saw you in your little white sneakers and jean jacket, he’d been waiting for a clear sign that you were just as infatuated as he felt. And now, in your dark classroom, with your eyebrows raised and your hand on his and your lip caught between your teeth, Roy finally had his fucking sign.

He took a step forward and settled himself between your knees. Watching you carefully, he put his hands on your waist, digging his fingers into the soaking material of your shirt. You tilted your face towards him, finally giving him permission to do the one thing he’d been desperate to do since the moment you met.

Your lips were soft, even softer than Roy had let himself imagine. He had often wondered what kind of ChapStick he watched you apply on warm afternoons; cherry, he realized. Fucking cherry. For the rest of his life, he knew, whenever he tasted cherry, he’d be thrown back to this moment, kissing the pretty teacher in her classroom, amazed that someone so sweet would kiss someone so fucking miserable.

And kiss him you did. You brought your hands to the back of his head, pressing your chest flush against his. His hands fisted at your shirt, tugging it up a little so his fingertips could brush over your soft skin, still wet from the dunk tank, but quickly heating up as you deepened the kiss. Roy let you take the lead; he waited until your lips parted to open his own mouth, and your tongue was the first one to tentatively flick against his.  

He groaned softly into your mouth and let one hand cup your face, thumb caressing your heated cheek. He could get used to this, Roy thought. Used to your cherry-flavored kisses and hands in his hair and body pressed against his, and used to your sweet smiles and shy giggles and bright eyes. He wondered briefly what other things he could look forward to getting used to.

“We,” you huffed into the kiss. “We should go before-” Your breath hitched as Roy’s mouth wandered to your jaw. “-before someone sees us.”

He sighed against your skin. You were right. Roy knew you were fucking right. This was a school. You were in your classroom. As exciting and tempting as it was to keep going, he needed to respect that. After harshly pressing his lips to yours one more time, he pulled back.

“Let me take you out,” he all but begged. “On a fucking proper date.”

Your smile was brilliant. “That would be lovely, Coach.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, the hand on your waist giving you a gentle squeeze. “I think you can call me Roy now.”

“Right.” You giggled, that adorable bashfulness returning, somehow even more endearing now. “That would be lovely, Roy.”

Fucking hell, his name sounded good coming out of your mouth. It sounded so good he couldn’t help pulling you in for another kiss, a slow, tender one.

“Any chance you’re free tonight?” he breathed.

You nodded. “I just need to go home. Shower away the dunk tank.”

Roy did his best not to let his mind wander to that shower. “Right. Right.” He cleared his throat. “And I’ve got to drop my sister and Phoebe at home. Think I could come around at eight?” He kissed your jaw. “We could go get a drink. I can stare at you some more.”

“Sounds perfect.” With a teasing shove to Roy’s chest, you hopped down from the desk and grabbed your sweatshirt from where it hung over your chair, quickly pulling it over your head.

The two of you ambled out of the classroom wearing matching grins and blushes. It was a good thing your classroom was clear across campus from the festival, because it was painfully obvious that the two of you had just been pawing at each other.

“Be ready at eight,” Roy hummed, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And get ready to be stared at all night.”

“Looking forward to it.” You leaned forward and kissed his lips quickly. “See you in a bit, Coach.”

Roy growled at you, a playful, sexy sound.

Your laugh warmed his chest. “Roy,” you corrected as you squeezed his hand. “See you in a bit Roy.”

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[kitty384]

Corners and Company

Summary: Catherine always eats dinner late and alone, avoiding the noise and the eyes—until Bucky quietly takes the seat across from her. No questions. No pressure. Just quiet company in a world learning how to be safe again.

Warnings: Mentions of past Hydra trauma, disordered eating behaviors (avoidance, anxiety), emotional vulnerability, soft comfort.

The cafeteria was quiet. Not silent—there was always a distant hum from the compound’s systems, the soft clatter of a dish being washed in the back, the occasional overhead announcement from FRIDAY—but it was the kind of quiet Catherine needed. She hadn’t seen many of the others all evening, which meant the dinner rush was long over.

She waited on purpose. She always did.

Her tray was a careful arrangement of things: plain rice, two pieces of buttered toast, and a single peeled clementine, segmented just so. Nothing too heavy, nothing too unpredictable. Nothing she hadn’t made herself.

She scanned the room instinctively. Her spot—the far corner of the cafeteria—was empty. Good. She walked straight to it without thinking, already feeling the nervous flutter in her chest settle just a bit. Her back hit the wall, and her tray landed gently on the table. Safe.

She exhaled.

Then she heard a second set of footsteps.

Her stomach twisted before she even turned around. The old instinct hit hard: hide, run, obey, vanish. Her hands tightened on the edge of her tray, her shoulders going stiff. She didn’t like being snuck up on. Not anymore. Not after Hydra.

But the second she caught sight of him, the panic dulled.

Bucky.

His steps were slow. Heavy, but never threatening. And even as he approached, he kept his eyes on her face—not her food, not her body, not her hands. Just her.

He paused at the table, tray in his hands. “You mind if I sit?”

Catherine stared. He didn’t usually come into the cafeteria this late. She hadn’t seen him at dinner in a while—not unless Steve dragged him or Sam bribed him with cookies.

She hesitated. Then gave the smallest shake of her head. “No… it’s okay.”

Bucky nodded once, quietly, like he respected that answer more than most. He didn’t slide into the chair beside her like some might. He didn’t sit facing the room, either. Instead, he sat directly across from her—matching her posture, her positioning, his back to the same wall, like he knew exactly why she sat the way she did.

It caught her off guard.

He didn’t comment. He just opened his drink, picked up his fork, and started eating like it was the most normal thing in the world.

For a few long minutes, neither of them said a word.

Catherine kept stealing glances at him between small bites. He didn’t look tense like most people did when trying to fill silence. He didn’t try to talk to fill the space. He just… existed beside her. Calm. Grounded. Present.

And the longer she sat there, the easier it felt to chew, to swallow, to breathe.

She finally spoke around a piece of toast. “You don’t… usually eat this late.”

Bucky glanced up. His blue eyes were unreadable, but kind. “Yeah. Figured I’d change it up.”

That was all he said. But there was a warmth under it. Like maybe he’d noticed she never ate with anyone else.

Catherine lowered her gaze, picking at a piece of clementine. “You don’t have to sit here. If you were just being nice—”

“I’m not,” Bucky said, not unkindly. “I like the quiet too.”

Her lips twitched in the smallest hint of a smile. “I guess we’re both bad at crowds.”

“You more than me,” he said. “But yeah.”

She looked up at him again, eyes softer now. “Thanks.”

“For what?”

“For… not asking about the food.”

Bucky shrugged, stabbing a piece of chicken with his fork. “I don’t like people asking about mine either.”

A beat passed between them. A shared silence. Not uncomfortable. Something else.

“I don’t eat if people watch,” she admitted suddenly. Quietly. “Hydra… they used to…” Her voice trailed off, but the air around the table shifted with understanding.

“I know,” Bucky said gently. “You don’t have to explain.”

Another pause. Then: “It helps… being across from someone.”

He met her eyes. “Then I’ll be here whenever you need.”

She blinked. She hadn’t expected that. Not from anyone—not even him.

But something settled in her chest. A flicker of safety. A tiny, stubborn root of trust.

She took another bite. And for the first time since coming to the compound, it didn’t taste like anxiety.

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Bows and Barrettes

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: we love domestic daddy Jackman

Synopsis: Jack feels confident enough to do his daughter's hair by himself without any guidance from you and it ends up turning out better than he expected

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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Requested by: 1/3 of hot chips and bad decisions @nattinatalia 😜💕

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You let out a frustrated sigh as you thought about all of the things that you had to do today and felt as if there wasn't any way possible to get them all finished.

But you literally had no choice for all of them to get done, otherwise you would be working even later tomorrow.

There were a few performances and appearances that you had coming up and it was pertinent that you started planning everything out as soon as possible.

Since the triplets were only two, you did these appearances and performances in waves at a time such as every few months so that once they were done and over with, your primary focus could still be on them.

Jack was starting to get back on his grind after him staying home the first year with you and the triplets. He was hesitant at first not wanting to leave you with all three at one time, but you saw how much he missed it so you encouraged him to do so after his self-titled album Jackman was released.

You were sliding on your pink and gray 550's when you heard Jack’s footsteps come into the room and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“Baby?” Jack said once he noticed the look on your face which immediately made him concerned. 

“Hmm?” You answered while staring off into space.

“What's going on? Something's wrong and I can tell so don't tell me nothing is.”

“I have so much to do today and don't see how I'm going to make it happen.” You quietly said while standing up and Jack immediately brought you into a hug while soothingly rubbing small circles on your back.

“Anything I can do to help to make it easier? I told you that you don’t have to be superwoman all of the time.”

“Actually there is now that I think about it and I’m trying to do that less and less.”

“Name it and it'll be done.”

“Can you do Ivy and Autumn's hair for me? I was supposed to do it last night but I was too tired. They look like we don’t take care of them.”

“That's all? Of course I can. And they’re kids and only two at that. We can’t expect for their hair to stay in it’s rightful place even if you did it only four days ago. I've practiced on you enough since I distinctly remember when we were 20, you said I need to learn how to do hair if we have girls.”

“Are you absolutely sure?” You asked while looking up at him and he simply nodded.

“Of course I'm sure, baby girl. I got this. Don't worry about anything.”

“As weird as it seems, start with Autumn because Ivy had a fit last time when she had to go first.”

Jack simply laughed to himself before responding to you.

“I remember. She went and ran to hide under our bed.”

“And only came out when you bribed her with a cookie. Typical Ivy.”

“Go ahead and leave so you won't be late.” You reached up to kiss him when you suddenly felt little arms wrap around your legs and looked down to see Ivy looking up at you while her pacifier was in her mouth and reached down to pick her up.

“And look who it is. Hi my sweet baby.”

She took out her pacifier so she could kiss your cheek and promptly put it back.

“Be good for daddy, okay. I'll be back later.”

She simply nodded before you handed her to Jack and went to hug Axel and Autumn.

“Ivy, daddy has to do your hair today and it's going to look really pretty when I finish.”

Her eyes went wide and she tried to get him to put her down as she began to squirm and he simply laughed.

“I’ll give you a cookie if you sit still for me, but you can't tell mommy.” He whispered to her and he immediately saw her nod her head and hold out her hand for it.

“Not yet, baby. Wait until mommy leaves and then I’ll get it.”

Doing Autumn's hair was never a big huge task so when he started to wash her hair, he handed her the iPad so she could be distracted and watch cartoons.

Ivy was a different story.

Axel was playing with Ivy on the floor next to Jack and Autumn so that he could keep an eye on all of them.

When he had finished washing it, Jack had wrapped Autumn's hair in a towel and helped her to sit up before taking all three of them to the living room.

He made her comfy before starting to blow dry and detangle it as she was still playing on her iPad.

He pulled up the gallery on his phone and asked her to choose which hairstyle she wanted since he had saved several pictures wanting to try them out on his girls.

“Princess, do you know which one you want?” He asked as he flipped through the pictures to show her and she lit up once she made her decision.

“This one, daddy.”

She decided on the third picture out of six which had two braids in the front, and two ponytails on the side that had purple butterfly clips decorating them. 

Just like her dad, her favorite color was purple.

The hairstyle wouldn't take him too long and then he would be able to start on Ivy's with giving her a cookie first of course. 

Autumn was able to stay still as Jack braided her hair and added little jewels to it similar to the picture that he showed her.

After adding more products to her hair to keep it moisturized, he put the rest of her hair into two ponytails and added the butterfly clips for the finishing touch. 

“All done, princess. Do you want to see it?”

She eagerly nodded as she had climbed into his lap as Jack pulled up his camera on his phone to show her.

Once she got a good look at her hair, she couldn’t stop smiling and dancing in the camera while making Jack laugh at the different poses that she was doing.

“I look pretty, daddy.” 

“You sure do.” Jack responded while kissing her cheek and setting her down on the floor to play with Axel as he scooped up Ivy into his arms knowing that she was going to put up a fight. 

She immediately started whimpering and squirming, but all Jack did was slide a cookie in her hand and she instantly went silent as she began to eat it.

By the time you got back home, it was around 4 in the afternoon and as soon as you stepped foot in the door, you were greeted once again by Ivy.

You took in the appearance of her hair and was impressed how Jack had done it all by himself without your help and the fact that she had any hair left was a good sign.

“Ooohh Ivy, look at your hair! Maybe daddy should open a salon huh?” You asked her as you picked her up. 

“Catch me at New York fashion week next year. I’m doing wigs and weaves next.” You heard Jack say as he was holding Autumn who was excited to show you her hair.

“And look at Autumn! Aww, my babies look so pretty. Good job, daddy!” You said as you reached up to kiss Jack. 

“At this rate if they want me to keep this up, I need to start charging.”

“I… Jackman! You aren’t not charging our kids for you to do their hair!”

“Why not?! They can pay a small service fee!”

“Lord, help me. I swear I cannot deal with you.”

“I can do yours next if you want. But um… I got the ultimate experience package for you.”  Jack said while eyeing you up and down and licking his lips.

“I’m going to act like I didn’t hear that.”

“You’ll fold by tonight. But uh we’ll take care of that first before I do your hair. Don’t want to sweat those curls out.” He said while leaning down to whisper in your ear making you earn a smirk on your face.

“But sweating it out is the fun part.” You whispered back as you leaned up to kiss him.

“Just wait until I put them to sleep.”

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