#Cookie run ass theme

[tongues--and--teeth]

How much pain can you forgive? What would you do for those you swore to protect?

[spookacola]

macaroni cookie warmup!!!! how are we feelin about the murder mystery update gamers

[yuelongfx]

UPDATES ;; MOVING FORWARD

Going to switch over to just offering free PSDs. I'm not comfortable charging for premade PSDs. I am just a humble artist who likes to make pretty things. So I'm going to stick to that. I will still take commissions off and on and obviously if you want to tip when getting a premade, I'll put a "pay what you want" option. But I am just going to allow my stuff to be free in most cases. I also decided to not take theme commissions because honestly with how busy I am and how bad my adhd gets, coding just isn't really as easy as it used to be. I don't mind making backgrounds but that's about as far as I can go. I will also be making some specifically themed icon borders. Probably mostly to do with things I'm interested in. Which is why I am temporarily closing commissions. I just feel like making things I want to make. Because it seems that every time I make something I'm unfamiliar with, I don't feel happy with it. Just my own personal thoughts on it. I'm sure they look fine, but I just don't feel like I know enough about certain fandom things to do those things proper justice. Anyways, I'm still around. Expect some free resources coming soon !!

[all-pacas]

one random and irrelevant skill for each fellow:

Foreman is a very good baker and cook. He used to help his mother in the kitchen — she always liked to bake something to bring to church Sundays —and he found the precision that goes into baking relaxing and deeply satisfying. Sometimes he still will bake some cookies or a coffee cake from scratch, but he also finds this skill vaguely embarrassing and so has never shared the results or his ability with any of his coworkers.

Cameron was on the track team in high school and has run several 5ks. She's thought about training for a marathon, but she likes being able to not just run but go fast: the physical strength and skill of a marathon does appeal to her, but her event was always short distance sprints, going so fast you feel like you're flying. She does still make it a point to go running. She vaguely looks down on joggers, although she knows it's irrational.

Chase is pretty good at drawing. Like, not was going to art school good, he's never tried painting or picked up a set of pencils, but he'd draw all over his papers and tests growing up, he's got a good eye for sketching, has to put in effort not to doodle on his paperwork even now. It's really just one more way he fidgets.

Taub is a big reader. He is capable of reading and enjoying Literature, he likes nonfiction, he likes novels, he isn't just someone who says he likes to read but never really does, he actually does do it. He and his wife dipped in and out of book clubs over the years. He's capable of having very smart conversations about books and themes and narration. This never ever comes up at work.

13 is really good at video games. She's not even a huge gamer. She played with her brother growing up, she likes games, but she doesn't own a (checks dates) PS3 or anything. But she is uncannily good at fighting games, racing games, anything that involves reflexes and competition. She is unbeatable at Super Smash Bros, and competitive enough that she wants to kick everyone's ass at it. She finds RPGs and story-driven games interesting in theory and boring in practice. When she plays Sim City, she turns disaster intensity all the way up.

Kutner has an uncanny memory for TV shows and movies and trivia. He's a Fandom Nerd, although without the fandom. He remembers the details of things he watched years ago, he can and will argue character motivation and who portrayed what best. This does not really apply to doctor stuff. He struggles to keep the millions of diseases and progressions he's expected to know in diagnostics straight. But ask him the synopsis of an episode to a show he loves and he's there.

Adams is lowkey a Horse Girl. She had a horse growing up. She rode competitively. She is absolutely aware that bringing this up around House or Chase, who would tell House, or Taub, who would tell House, etc., would be absolute social suicide. She is saving up to buy not just a house, but one with a stable.

Park is really, really good at poker. All card games, really. She's played a lot with her grandmother and her old lady friends, and knows how to count cards, and is basically unbeatable and can rake in money. She'd give House a run for his, although she's a little 'over' it, since basically her entire childhood was spent playing cards and board games with her grandmother, who she loves and all, but, you know. Enough is a enough. She's also aware it's a useful hidden skill to have, in case she ever needs to take her boss to the cleaner's.

[notreallysorryxx]

#"Innocent Encounter"

Childe and Zhongli are so sweet to you. But do they have ulterior motives?

Characters: Childe (reffered to as ajax in this fic), Zhongli

Warnings: yandere, dark themes (kidnapping, obsession, stalking), childe (pfft-)

Notes: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, MY LOVES!!! (I've tried to post this like 4 times, but tumblr isn't working with me ig... 😒)

Words: 1.9k~2.0k

You enter the Fatui cafe for your regular morning coffee. As you get in line, in front of you, talking to the barista, stands a tall man with a tiny rat-tail poking from his nape. The little braid makes you laugh a bit as you notice Ajax, the barista and your childhood friend, looking continuously frustrated and the rat-tail man who is getting flustered.

“Unfortunately, it seems I’ve forgotten my wallet,” the man mutters.

“Well sir, I cannot give you service if you do not pay,” Ajax smiles at the man, clearly irritated.

At this point, you’re getting impatient. You decide to cut in, offering to pay for the distressed man’s coffee. You step out from behind the rat-tail man. You notice Ajax’s face turn surprised, obviously catching him off guard. 

“I'll pay for it!” you smile although you feel annoyed. 

You watch as the rat-tail man’s facial expression turns surprised.

“I couldn’t possibly make you pay for me,” he tries to talk you out of paying for him.

Ajax chimes in, not liking all the attention you give the man in front of him.

“Hun, don't waste your money on some forgetful stranger,” Ajax uses a sweet tone to mask his rude remark.

You ignore Ajax, insisting that it’s not a hassle to pay for the man’s drink. Eventually, he gives up on dissuading you. He allows you to pay for his drink, promising to remunerate you for your generosity. Rat-tail man turns around and sits at a table not too far away. 

You step up to the counter sighing in relief as you finally order a pumpkin spice latte: 2 shots of espresso, with 2 pumps of vanilla syrup, whipped cream with cinnamon on top and a warm cheese danish.

“You’re not gonna order your usual cookie too?” asks Ajax, a teasing look on his face.

“And be predictable? No thanks. Never let them know your next move,” You flash him a thumbs up and a smile.

In the background, leaning his head on his arm is rat-tail man staring intently at the both of you chatting. He smirks, feeling a wave of infatuation rush over him. He goes to pick up his drink. You don’t seem to notice, too busy talking with the barista. 

After getting your drink and food from Ajax, you sit at another table adjacent to the rat-tail man. You dig into your pastry and drink your coffee, noticing that Ajax threw in a chocolate chip cookie; your favourite. You smile at him to thank him as you stuff your fat ass face. 

Rat-tail man gets up from his table and approaches you swiftly. You barely notice him until he is sitting across from you at your table, and begins to speak.

“I’d like to thank you for paying for me although I’m a stranger. If it’s not too much, I’d like to know your name.”

“Oh-” you wipe the crumbs from your mouth, “My name is Y/N! You?” you take another bite of your cookie.

“Zhongli. Zhongli is my name,” Zhongli smiles as he sips his cup of coffee. 

Ajax notices the two of you talking. His jaw tenses at the sight, a jealous aura surrounds him so much that the customer ordering asks if he's okay. He masks his displeasure quickly, regaining a smile.

You smile back at Zhongli, the awkward silence palpable. He doesn’t say anything more for a few seconds; he inspects you closely as the silence progresses. 

"You’re quite the sight,” he murmurs.

“Calling me ugly?” You give him an annoyed glare.

“The complete opposite.” 

“No need for flattery.” You’re flustered a little at the sudden compliment.

Behind you, Ajax curses loud enough for you to hear. He burned his finger from suddenly spilling coffee on himself. You break eye contact with Zhongli as you notice Ajax in pain behind you. You rush over to check his injury, running his finger under some cold water. Unbeknownst to you, Ajax smirks at Zhongli. He’s amused by the fact that he broke up your bantering and Zhongli knows it.

Zhongli huffs, annoyed at the fact that his conversation with you was interrupted by the barista.

           After things settle down you check your watch for the time.

“Oh shit! It's 8:35 already. I've gotta split!” You hurriedly grab your bag as you rush toward the door. A tall figure stops you before you can exit. 

“Excuse me, rat-tail man,” you stare at Zhongli, unamused.

“Before you go, to make it up to you. Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow!”  

“Sure, whatever.” 

Ajax notices this exchange and glares at Zhongli. The two of you quickly exchange numbers and you run out the doors and straight to work.

Ajax pookie dookie bear<3

CHILDEEE I need boy advice I accidentally agreed to something :you

Ajax: You brought that onto yourself 

I was rushing T^T :you

Ajax: Just tell him you’re busy or something, pretend you have work

But he's taking me to a Panera Bread :you 

Ajax: That doesn’t mean you have to go

But food…. :you

Ajax: Can’t you cook?

We both know the answer to that :you

Ajax: Yk you could always let me cook for you

Like you'd ever :you

Ajax: You doubt me, princess?

Whatever lover boy, What do I wear tho? :you   

Ajax: Why not just wear what you normally wear?  

shorts and a tank top? :you  

Ajax: It’s not like this is important, right?    

Could be a future husband? Welp i gtg ttyl!!<;3 :you

Ajax looks at his phone irritated at your reply, which was hopefully a joke. He scrolls down on his screen and sees a message from Zhongli. He smirks and sets his phone down and begins to get dressed. He’s made up his mind and decided he’s going to follow you and Zhongli on your supposed date.

Arriving at the restaurant on time, you tell the host that you’re here for someone. They lead you to the table, handing you a menu. Zhongli is already browsing the menu, a drink in hand. He gives you a saccharine smile which you return. You sit across from him, grabbing the menu. You’re immediately drawn to the broccoli cheddar soup. Your mouth starts to water as you imagine the delectable taste of the soup. 

Ajax arrives at the restaurant dressed in a black tracksuit with his face covered by his hood. He sits near the bathrooms in a booth where he can observe the two of you without you noticing. (He ordered some apple juice if you wanted to know.) 

The waiter comes by your table a few moments later, jotting down the order. An awkward silence falls over the table as you’re left alone with Zhongli.

“What did you order?” he asks, tilting his head.

“Did you not hear me order?” you tease.

A random man wearing a black tracksuit walks past your table. You don’t pay much mind to it but you can't help but think he felt slightly familiar. You watch him as he sits at another booth. Zhongli notices your abrupt loss of attention, following your gaze.

“Is something the matter?” Zhongli asks.

“Oh no!” You say sheepishly “That person who walked past seemed familiar. But it’s probably just a trick of the mind.”

“Have you been getting enough sleep?” Zhongli laughs.

“I feel like you have a tendency to insult me,” You give him a playful glare as you laugh to yourself. Zhongli blushes at the sight. 

“You know that's not what I meant- but..ahem, besides that you have a beautiful smile,” Zhongli compliments.

You blush at his words. 

“Yours isn’t too bad either,” You manage to cough out the words despite your embarrassment. You can't help but notice how handsome the man in front of you is. Tall, well-built looking, pretty face the list could go on. To save yourself from sitting in a puddle of embarrassment, you decide to excuse yourself to the restroom. 

“I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back,” you say, standing up hastily

Zhongli offers an understanding look, nodding, “Take your time.”

You mumble under your breath while walking passed Zhongli. You don't notice that he heard. He let out a little chuckle as you belined towards the restroom. You pause as you glance at the mysterious person sitting in the booth. It takes you a second before you realize who it is.

“Ajax? What are you doing here?”

He takes his hood off, smiling sheepishly, “I was hungry, so I decided to get something to eat. I didn’t know you’d be here.”

It’s odd to you, but you give Ajax the benefit of the doubt. He’s your childhood friend, you should trust him. He wouldn’t lie to you… right? It was just a coincidence. After all, this restaurant was pretty close to his apartment.

You shrug, entering the bathroom. Behind you, Zhongli has made his way to Ajax’s table. He glares at the man recognising it's the barista.

“Hello Ajax,” A murderous smile appears on his face, a mound of annoyance coating his words, “May I ask what brings you here?” 

Ajax's jaw tenses as he glares up at Zhongli standing before him.

“Just grabbing a bite,” Ajax smiles sweetly.

“Really? What a coincidence,” Zhongli’s words are filled with noticeable malice.

Zhongli swiftly grabs Ajax by the collar. “I would appreciate it if you would back off. I've noticed your little games and it’s not cute.” 

“I don't know what you're talking about” Ajax smirks and shrugs cockily.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. They’re mine.”

“I've known them way longer than you. Who the hell do you think you are swooping in and calling them yours, you just met yesterday you don't know shit.”

“So what if you've known them for a fucking millennium.  If you wanted them you should've gone and fetched the bone while the meat was fresh.”

The tension was so thick you couldn't cut it with a chainsaw even if you tried.

“Um, what are you guys doing?” you ask, stepping back into the dining room.

You’re puzzled by how they’re acting, wondering if something is wrong. Zhongli lets go of Ajax, letting him flop unceremoniously back into his booth.

“Nothing. It was just a friendly chat,” Zhongli reassures you, glaring back at Ajax, “Right, Ajax?’

“Right,” Ajax smiles looking back at Zhongli. 

“You guys are acting strange…” you mumble, looking between the two. 

Had they met before? Why were they constantly at odds?

“It’s nothing, Zhongli here just has a problem.” Ajax passes Zhongli a note without you noticing.

Somehow you’re able to diffuse the situation, sitting back down at the table you and Zhongli were originally sitting at. Your meal arrives and it looks delicious. The both of you dig in and it only takes a measly thirty minutes for you to finish. Zhongli, ever the gentleman, pays for the meal.

“Would you like me to give you a ride home? I know you took the bus since you told me, and it’s rather crowded at this time of night with everyone leaving work,” Zhongli offers kindly.

You try to refuse, “That’s okay, I don’t mind the crowds.”

“No please, I insist. Wouldn’t you like to get home quicker? I’m sure you’ll have a busy day tomorrow at work.”

In the end, you take him up on the offer. But wait, how does he know when you work?  However, your mind is overwhelmed with exhaustion from your job earlier that day and you don’t second guess your decision.

Getting into his pristine car, you mutter your address and close your eyes. You trust him, letting sleep overtake you.

By the time you wake up, you notice you are not in your bed and there are shackles on your hands. Zhongli sits at the end of the bed. 

“Sleep well, darling?” he laughs menacingly just as you notice Ajax coming into the room. You gasp. 

“Hello, hun,” he says, smiling. “You better prepare yourself,” he says as the door shuts behind him.

[squoxle]

🎄Christmas Fun w/ Enhypen

☃︎ pairing: Enhypen!bf x Reader!gf | ☃︎ wc: 930 ~ 100+ wc per member | ☃︎ summary: Christmas/Winter themed activities each member would do with you (in my opinion) | ☃︎ cw: it’s pure fluff so have fun 🎁😘🎄

🎄희승~Heeseung wc: 132

Correct me if I'm wrong, but Heeseung is such a loser boyfriend--but in a cute way like he just wants to chill with you yk

Anyways, I could definitely see him wanting to watch a billion Christmas movies with you while you snuggled up together.

"Hey, babe. Do you want any snacks?" he asked as you layed on his chest. "No, I'm alright," you said looking up at him. "You sure?" he asked again...you could tell he wanted something, but didn't want to get up only for himself. "You know what? I'd like some cookies...or maybe some ice cream," you suggested. "How about both," he smiled before running off to create your tasty toothache.

Being that this is Heeseung...it could get freaky, but I think cuddling would be great for now.

🎄제이~Jay wc: 132

We all know how much of a husband Jay is. So we shouldn't be surprised when he calls you in the kitchen to bake cookies with him.

I could see him coming over to wrap an apron around your waist before you go over to look at the recipe he printed out.

"Soooo, what do we do first?" you ask. "Hmm, let's get out the ingredients and then we can start," he said as you scanned the list with your eyes. After gathering the ingredients and mixing the dough Jay grabs a spoon for you to scoop the cookies onto the tray.

Ok...I can see things getting really cute after this, like maybe one of you mention something about baking cookies with your future kids and the other one blushes. EEK!

🎄제이크~Jake wc: 149

As our cute little Aussie boy, I feel like Jake would have fun making a gingerbread house with you.

I can see him getting frustrated as he struggles to keep the walls together.

“Ahh,” Jake sighed as the walls fell down. “Jake…you can’t do them all at once,” you said picking up the frosting covered gingerbread pieces. “Ugh, and you used too much icing,” you giggled. “They’ll never stay together with all this stuff,” you added as you watched Jake hopelessly scrape the frosting off. “Argh! This is impossible!” Jake laughed as he tried again. “Here, let me do it,” you smiled as you held the pieces in place. *Crunch* you looked over to see Jake eating the little candy decorations. “Save some for the house,” you giggled as he licked the icing from his fingers.

Who wouldn’t have fun making a gingerbread house with this cutie patootie~

🎄성훈~Sunghoon wc: 111

You should immediately expect the Ice Prince to take you out on an ice skating date...duhhhh

I can literally see him laughing with you and holding your hands while you struggled to stop yourself from falling flat on your ass.

"Relax, princess. Just keep your eyes on me," he'd smile as you trembled. "I'm scared," you whined. "What if I fall?" "If you fall I'll catch you," he reassured you as the two of you continued inching around the rink. Eventually, you'd do well enough to skate slowly, but you enjoyed watching your boyfriend dance on the ice.

Afterwards he'd probably take you out for coffee...because...why not? Sunghoon LOVES coffee.

🎄선우~Sunoo wc: 160

I feel like Sunoo is the type of guy to love doing arts and crafts. So making cute Christmas cards for everyone is right up his alley.

I could see you two playing around with stickers and glitter as you created you holiday masterpieces.

“What do you think?” You said lifting up your googly eyed reindeer card. “It’s for Heeseung,” you continued. “Awww. Cute,” he smiled. “I know our Bambi boy will love it. Wanna see mine?” He asked. “Yesss!” You smiled. Sunoo lifted up a card covered with glitter and heart stickers. “Who’s that for?” You asked with a puzzled look on your face. “Do you like it?” He asked immediately. “Yeah, but who’s it for?” You asked again. “It’s for you. I just wanted to make sure you liked it first,” he giggled before placing it down to scribble some designs on it.

OMGGGGG!!! The more I think about it the more I can see this happening!

🎄정원~Jungwon wc: 134

Maybe it's because he's the leader, but I could see Jungwon and you decorating the Christmas tree together. It would be sooooo cute omg.

You'd be helping him hang ornaments and string garland all around the tree. He'd most likely even let you put the angel on top (or the star...whatever you prefer)

"Wow, we did a really good job," he said stretching as he scanned the tree from top to bottom. "Yeah, we did," you smiled. "Ah, wait...we almost forgot the angel," Jungwon said handing you the cute tree topper. He supported you from behind as you reached up to carefully put the angel on top. "Phew, now it's perfect," you sighed. "Just like you," Jungwon said before hugging you from behind.

Is this cute or what??!!! Help this just radiates Wonergy.

🎄니키~Niki wc: 115

Being the fun, lovable maknae that he is, I could so totally see Niki wanting to build a snowman with you.

Just don't say anything cringey because he WILL call you out for it.

"Aww he's so cute," you said looking at the snowman you and Niki built together. "Oh yeah, well how about you date him instead," he teased to which you just rolled your eyes. "Well hopefully he takes me out on better dates," you teased back. "Hmm looks like he already bought you dinner," Niki smiled mischievously. "Wh--" you were cut off by a snowball launched right at your face.

Yeah...I can definitely see you two getting into a snowball fight.

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[mystycalypso]

I'm gonna go on a mini rant here.

TW: p3d0ph1lia, and child s/@

God, I shouldn't have to put a TW like that on a blog where I post Hello Neighbor content with my bff, but I need to just- let off steam about this because it's something that seems to happen every time there's a franchise centering around kids facing a big bad adult where- people assume that said big bad s3xually @ buses one or more of the minor characters.

A main big example of this is obviously FNAF, with the P3d0philia William Afton being popularized by PinkiePills with her comics to the point where a large chunk of the fandom believes that it's canonical. Despite that not being the case.

The example that has pushed me over the edge to talk about this today is Theodore Peterson. I have been worried since Episode 6s release that people were going to claim that Peterson S/@ ed Nicky. And today, low and behold I see a post (not gonna name drop them for obvious reasons) saying

"At this point it's obvious what Mr. Peterson did to Nicky" with the teaser image tinybuild recently posted

Now, at first my autistic ass said, "...What?" And I couldn't figure out for the life of me what they were referring to because I mean, we don't even know when this shot is from

Then I open the comments and see people talking about whether or not it was infact s/@ . I know I said I was expecting and dreading this, but it still shocked and bewildered me because- there's genuinely nothing in the show that actually makes it seem like this.

Thankfully, a lot of the comments were openly disagreeing with this idea and sentiment. But- I need to discuss why it's a problem to me, ESPECIALLY with this franchise, which I've already explained is very near and dear to me.

But good FUCKING GOD, especially with WTRB

THIS IS A KIDS SHOW

Is WTRB able to go much darker than most kids' shows because it isn't run on tv or owned by a network? Absolutely. But would TB go that far? FUCK NO.

I've seen this person using moments from the show like this

To call Mr. Peterson, a p3d0phil3, and I need to clearly explain the purpose of this image. It is to show the power he has built in his lies. Trinity witnessed Mr. Peterson kidnap Nicky before her own eyes, but he has built up such a persona as this pathetic old man in the town that even when she can see behind his lies and see his actively horrific behavior, no one else can.

We see this same back and forth in all their interactions in episode 5. From the moment he offers cookies based on Nicky's goggles to the framing of him looming while her parents work the printer. He believes he has won and can flaunt it because there is no one in Ravenbrooks who believes these kids. No one even notices or is suspicious of Nicky going missing in the first place.

And if Trinity was also an adult or even if Mr. Peterson was say- a woman this wouldn't be coming up or a theory/hc. It is only because Theodore is an older male antagonist.

Now, why is this a problem? Why do these hcs and theories urk me so much every time I see them?

It adds nothing. All they do is make the story "edgier" and "darker" in a way that's so- flat and dimensionless. There's nothing gained by saying "oh Nicky was s/@ ed" if anything you have taken so much from the actual story of Hello Neighbor and the themes of feeling helpless to the horrors you see going on around you. You're not taken seriously as a kid, especially after doing something others see as a slip up like Trinity or by not being the model student type like Nicky. You're young and can see through the lies of others easier but no one believes you.

Not only that, but the supernatural theming of Hello Neighbor is lost because of this. The Guest, The Thing, the Cult, everything is lost or disregarded all to make the series dark on a very surface level.

I'm tired of actual themeing and good writing getting thrown to the wayside for hcs that do nothing for victim representation and do nothing to add to the story and I say this with utter genuineness

If you believe in these p3d0 hcs and theories, do not interact with our work.

Kaydin and I are both VIOLENTLY disgusted by the things we saw written by that poster and by the comments agreeing with their sentiment and we don't want to be associated with the parts of the fandom that twist the series that way.

Thanks for reading.

[gilverrwrites]

On The Kitchen Floor

Black Mask/Reader, 1.7K words

AN: hi, please enjoy this very niche black mask fic, sorry not sorry, I was told to spice it up however I liked and I just want him to love me but also treat me like filth okay bye. don't @ me, i'll be hiding under a rock until the next full moon. Seriously though, I hope you do enjoy this.

Request: Hmmm ... I have a Black Mask request for a free use S/O with masochistic tendencies? 👀🖤& How about throwing in some leashes, and collars too? 😉 And for the rest, spice it up however you like < 3 Need that nasty man as degrading as possible ~ Rating: 18+

CWs: Swearing, (established) dom/sub dynamic, dom!Roman, free-use, cnc (kinda), dehumanization, dumbification, degradation, humiliation, dog themed pet play, anal, anal play, anal plugs, pet names: sweetheart, baby, boot-humping (but not really) derogatory names: dog, bitch, slut, mutt, whore- all the names basically, GN!Reader

Please remember: that you're amazing, and capable, but also that you need to stay hydrated, drink some water while you're reading.

The door to the kitchen opens and closes with a quiet click. You don’t need to look up from the job at hand, the familiar sound of his leather oxfords against the marbled floor as he approaches, alerts you to Roman’s presence. It couldn’t be anyone else. Necks would be wrung before he let anyone lay eyes on you like this. Plugged, and naked excluding the sleek leather collar around your neck, and the frilly little apron you were permitted only when cooking, per the house rules. Cooking and chores weren’t expected of you, too complicated, no, you were meant for fucking and looking pretty, which is why Roman had made sure to supply you with non-negotiable accessories for when you played house; feathered rubber gloves for kitchen chores, a french-maid-esque headband for laundry and of course, a frilly little apron for cooking. 

The welcome smell of his smoky cologne washes over you as he leans in close, nuzzling his cold, wooden cheek against yours, smoothing a gloved hand up your thigh, caressing the exposed skin with a softness that is reserved just for you. 

“What’s all this?” He hums close to your ear, and you feel your whole body responding precisely how he’s trained you. Muscle relaxing; growing limp against his, brain emptying, heat pooling between your legs. He’d hardly greeted you, and you were already so reactive. Helpful as always, Roman gives your ass a firm slap to bring you back to earth. “Well?”

“Oh, cookies!” You confirm, grabbing an unopened bag of chocolate chips from the counter to show him. 

“Oh, cookies.” He repeats, voice laced with amusement. With one finger he tips the mixing bowl towards him, eyeing the well of dry ingredients inside. “If you want cookies baby, I can buy you cookies.” 

“I know, I just wanted to do it myself.” You reply sweetly and he laughs, loud and jarring. He’s not laughing with you, he’s laughing at you, and can’t help the pitiful whine that escapes you in response. 

“You’re so cute when you try to act like a real person.” He states it so casually, it’s a fact. You’re not a person, you’re his perfect free-use toy. Your blood runs hot at the reminder. You clench your lips and your lower body, trying to remain composed, but the motion causes your walls to press harder against the heavy metal plug in your ass. Clearly content on watching, Roman steps back, leaning against the kitchen island and crossing his arms. “Go on sweetheart, don’t mind me. You’ll hardly notice I’m here.”

It was impossible to tell which was more of a distraction. Your growing arousal, or Roman's eye tediously watching your every move, they feed each other and make your brain hazy, until you find yourself rereading the recipe over and over again, unsure what you’d done already, and what was left to do. You’d just figured something out when Roman snapped the latch of your lead from behind. The sound instantly has you on your knees, in exactly the position Roman had disciplined into you. 

“Good dog.” Roman applauds as he hooked the metal tether to the back of your collar. He tilts your head up, reaching two fingers into your welcoming mouth, stroking your tongue carelessly one, twice, thrice until he pulls them back, a rope of drool keeping you connected until he wipes the excess off against your cheek. “Go on, back to work.” 

The instruction does not compute. Any time the lead has been in use, you’ve been under strict instructions to stay on your knees, but the countertop is too high for you to work on from the ground. Unsure how to proceed, you look up at Roman as he situates himself, comfortably against the island once more. The mask gives nothing away, grey eyes blink expectantly from it's sockets. 

Eventually, you find your words, pointing up at your ingredients as you state dumbly; “I can’t reach.”

“Poor baby, let me help.” He’s so kind, accommodating your needs, without even being asked, never mind the complacency that dripped from his tone. He has you wrapped around his fingers, looking up at him with big admiring eyes as he lowers your utensils and ingredients to the floor for you. Later when you’d crawled to the fridge for an egg, he’d considerately passed you the egg from the top shelf and allowed you to carry it between your teeth before continuing to watch you in an uncharacteristic quietness that had you more on edge than usual. 

It's when your hands are in the bowl, pressing the cookie dough together that he makes his move. He doesn’t bother with foreplay, no need to warm up cocksleeve after all. His hand finds the base of your plug and he plays with the toy for a few seconds, pushing it in and out, teasing your hole with the thickest part, eliciting pathetic sounds from you until he finally pulls it out completely, quickly sinking two fingers deep inside you to replace it. Steadily he scissors them, stretching your insides further than the plug ever could. He loves that you’re so tight, no matter how much he plays with you, just how he likes it. “That’s my good little slut, take it. Stay right there and fucking take it.” 

With little notice he hastily removes his fingers, your ears perking at the sound of his zipper pulling down. You’re supposed to be ignoring him, getting on with your baking, but you can’t help your excitement. The weight of this thick cock slaps against your ass cheek and you respond with a lewd moan. 

The way he always seemed to tower above your form didn’t help, even now that he’d dropped to his knees, positioning himself at your entrance. The pressure, the pain, it takes your breath away, makes you scrunch your eyes shut and ball your hands into fists. He’s forcing himself in with no more prep than the remnants of lubrication used to put your plug in earlier. 

“I know you can take it. This ass will stretch like a good whore.” You feel it pushing against your insides, your walls straining to accommodate but you force yourself to relax and eventually Roman sits comfortably, fully enveloped inside. 

“Am I distracting you?” Clearly noticing your near-prone form, Roman swiftly wraps the chain of your leash around his fist until it’s short enough to be pulled taut with ease, forcing your head back just enough to hurt, but not quite enough to cut off your air supply, yet. “Too hard to work when you’re being fucked?”

Feels too good to care. Roman pulls out slowly, until just the tip remains inside you, the emptiness allows you a second to process his questions, Yes… no… until he thrusts back in, and you cease to care once more. 

“Cock drunk already?” He sets a harsh rhythm, fucking into you with decisive, rapid strokes. The harder he fucks, the more you feel your brain turning to mush. “Such a fucking whore. So needy for my dick. Say it. Say you need this dick.” 

“I need you, Roman.” He pulls the lead that final inch, making your words short and raspy as you choke beneath your collar, hands still in the dough, squeezing it tight. He’s conditioned you better than to fight for air, you know to trust him. “I’m a needy cock whore, I need your dick. Need it inside me, always.” 

“You love everything I give you, you’re grateful for my attention, for me using you the way you’re meant for. Aren’t you?” You wither and whimper under him, barely able to comprehend his words, unsure if you're wriggling to get away or to push him deeper. Making the decision for you, Roman pulls harder, forcing your body backwards until you’re pressed to his clothed chest. He coos into your ear. “Say it, baby.” 

“Thank you, Roman.” You sputter, now gripping your hands into your apron to distract from your breathlessness, from the pain the new position is creating in your knees. When Roman releases the lead all together you seize the chance to take two long gasps of air before continuing. “Thank you for using me, it’s all I’m good for. Thank you for filling up this empty slut.” 

“Filthy fucking mouth you’ve got.” Roman taunts, planting a hand against your head and shoving you back down until your face hovers against the cold floor, you maintain the position until he hooks a hand around one of your legs, flipping you onto your back, one leg against his shoulder.

When he thrusts back into you, hard, you shudder, eyes rolling back, fingers needlessly reaching out to hold him. He bats your hands away, continuing his assault on your body. “Keep your dirty fucking hands off me, stupid whore.” 

You can tell from the sudden tightness in his jaw, from the suddenly erratic breathing pattern that he’s approaching release.  

“Mouth open.” He commands when he pulls out once more, stroking himself from above you. As instructed, you part your lips, pushing your tongue out. Ensuring your hands are neatly tucked out of the way as you eagerly await your reward. 

“That’s its baby.” Roman groans, moving over your body until his close enough to press his cock between your lips, growling when he begins to shoot long ropes of cum down your throat. “Take it, take my cum like it’s your last fucking meal.”

You do, you swallow it all, quivering as you suck at his head, keen to catch as much as possible, knowing that you’d be licking any stray drops off the floor. 

When he’s done, he takes his sweet time getting up. Rolling his shoulders, stretching his jaw as he comes back down to earth. He inspects his softening cock for your handy work before tucking it away and finally standing up. You remain on the ground, watching, waiting for his next move. 

“You did such a good job, I’m so proud.” It should be patronising, but it melts your brain to hear his praise, so you grin up at him. Cool grey eyes stare back down at you, his mask, as always, is expressionless as it tilts to the side. He uses the toe of his shoe to flip up the skirt of your apron, exposing your own aching arousal. “Do you want to cum too?”

“Yes!” You nod frantically. “Yes please.” 

“I thought as much.” He chuckles, low and sordid as he presses the cold, hard sole of his shoe against your groin. You know what to do, but you wait for his go-ahead before making a move. “Go on then, hump it like the desperate mutt you are.” 

[courtingchaos]

Butcher Knife

Gutterballs

This is a late follow up to my fictional self in @dr-aculaaa amazing little Valentine’s Day fic. This is just self indulgent nonsense so like, don’t read it if you don’t want to I don’t care 😂

18+ No Minors

Eddie met you when you worshiped at the altar of Bourdain and read Kitchen Confidential like it was a holy text only given to the worthy. Anyone with the wits and smarts and balls and idiocy to rock up into a kitchen 6 days a week and sweat for 10 hours each night.

He met you when you abhorred brunch because it’s what Anthony told you (and like, he was fucking right it blows) but you had just perfected that pancake recipe. With the buttermilk and separated eggs with whipped whites not at stiff peaks and the good flour mix you’d made.

But you’re stuck on this fucking brunch shift and that asshole Rich is a no call again and-

You shake your head with a laugh at the memory. You’d met Eddie that night after one of those long shifts where you’d been on sides and expo because of Rich being hungover again. A dingy little dive bar in the worst part of town, Keep Your Hands to Yourself weakly trickling through the old jukebox. This is when you still lived in Florida and Corroded Coffin was kind of on tour, kind of just like, doing their own thing man.

"A butcher knife, for Meg." Says the smooth Mrs. H.

"Heheheh... Fuckin' Meg." Says Eddie fucking Munson. You’d put off listening to this particular podcast because it was still a soft spot for you. Tender and pale like a lot of other metaphorical wounds left by various lovers but Eddie was…Eddie.

"I love that you have a whole theme going on: knife, cheese, a sugar cookie's next, an olive-"

"Hummingbird! And what can I say? I'm a simple creature, food is my comfort."

"Is it a love language for you then?"

Yes you think to yourself. You know it is. You remember that first morning after how he’d watched you move around your stupidly small kitchen in your stupidly small apartment like it was a range at the restaurant. Almost like he held his breath for fear of breaking your concentration, but little did he know you worked through most shifts hoarse from yelling over fryers and the busted boombox that crackled overhead on a metro.

"Ohh. Damn, yeah. Food is a love language."

See, you knew something after all this time.

"So what about Meg?"

What about Eddie, huh? Would he talk about your hair? Now bereft of deep auburn but shot through with silver your mother never had. Mention your piercings that you’d let go of after one too many lost screw on balls. Maybe he’d bring up that tiny sliver of scar tissue on your ass that came from him biting you awake. Red tinged laughter while you slapped his arm and he commented on your ‘natural blush’ and he’d somehow ended up with a fistful of his hair in your fist.

"Heh. Fuckin' Meg. She had cheeks like pancakes. I just wanted to eat them. Nom. Bite into her cheek and watch how red she gets in the face. I loved it when she yelled at me. I loved it when she wore heels and was just a smidge taller than me. When she pulled my hair

-what? What? Why are you laughing?”

You can’t help but laugh along with Mrs. H, that lifelong ailment of red cheeks flaring at the mention of any of this to the public. You’re too old to be embarrassed about something as trivial as this but you can’t help the knot that loosens a bit in your chest. He maybe had a tender spot about you too, something covered in flower petals now.

“Ohh..” You hear Eddie pause and realize something in real time. “You know what I just realized? I still use her pancake recipe. Like.To this day, this morning. Waking up at the fuckin asscrack of dawn to make Brock and Hunter pancakes."

He liked when you yelled at him except for that last time. You remember how fucked the night had been at work and there was the band in the dining room suddenly. Lost in the shadow but Eddie saw you running expo and couldn’t read a room for shit at that time. Stuck his head through the window to try and kiss your bangs and you’d snapped. Shoved. Yelled. It’d been happening a lot more recently when he’d roll back through town and it wasn’t him and it wasn’t you.

It was probably the vices and midlife fast approaching you both but he’d left with a goodbye and then you’d gotten a slim box in the mail with simple little E.M. note. It was one of those really nice Wusthof utility knives you’d mentioned in passing one night, flashing him the catalog between a shared beer.

"That's love, Edward."

"Shit. That is love."

You look to the window and see the darkened restaurant. Yours now. New building. New city. The street lights still on outside even as the sun starts to break over the horizon between the buildings. You imagine Eddie walking through those doors, not the skinny 30-something who did questionable drugs with you in dark dive bars after your 12 hour shift over hot pans, but the almost 60-something with the greying hair and the worn in warm smile. He’d walk into your restaurant and lean into your expo window and watch you carve into these vinyl red strawberries, making them little works of art to be buried around your crafted deserts. He’d watch you wield that little German made knife around with dexterity like it was just another finger on your hand.

You could make him those pancakes again. Layer these soon to be syrup soaked strawberries between the fluffy layers. You could make that vanilla bean whipped cream that was basically room temp ice cream. You wouldn’t snap at him this time when he stuck his arm through and wiggled his fingers at you in greeting.

You split the strawberries and carve your notches in them, slide them into the container of cooled lemon syrup and tuck it back in the fridge for later. In your office you connect to your little bluetooth speaker before everyone else starts filtering in and put on The Georgia Satellites and bring up the Instagram for the podcast, hovering over the message button with pink stained thumbs and grin.

[onmyyan]

🌲 for ashley

🍪for gabe

🎄for diego

Hiii! Can you do any of these?

🌲  ─  visit a tree farm to pick the perfect christmas tree + Ashley

It was a cold winter, the kinda cold that sunk into your bones, thankfully you had a man by your side who ran as hot as the devil himself so you just huddled against him as you walked though the massive tree farm he'd found a few towns away, and Ash wouldn't have you any other way, his big arm wrapped snug around your side, fingers drumming along to the song softly playing on an old radio, his hat sat atop your head as it usually did when he took you out, his cheeks and nose were dusted the prettiest shade of pink. "Whadya' think of this guy sugar?" He smiles using his free hand to pat the thick trunk, "Looks perfect." you turn to the salesman so they can help you two load it into ash's pickup, only to hear the man gasp his face dropping open comically, you felt yourself snort at the sight when you turned around, Ashly had taken the tree across his right shoulder, holding it up with an ease that unnerved the man before you. With his free hand Ashley pulls out his wallet and nods his head towards the shell-shocked salesman, giving him a wide grin, "We'll take er."

🍪  ─  bake & decorate christmas/holiday-themed sugar cookies+ Gabe

"I swear to god-" Gabe seemed to be wrestling with the stand mixer you'd stuck him at, all he had to do was add the butter to the batter, that's all, and yet, when you returned from poking at the fireplace, the batter had turned a concerning gray color and Gabe was covered in it. "Do I wanna know?" you snort to yourself, bringing a damp towel to his face, he leans into the touch, pushing the still running mixer away from him like it offended him. "I put it in like you said, but it was taking forever so I touched that little knob and the shit went flying." he pouted, "Aw my poor baby- don't worry we can always make more." you giggle, softly holding his face, pressing several kisses along his jaw a lips, he grins, his pout melting away, his hands rubbing along your hips, "Ya know what? You're right." he noses up your throat nipping along the skin, his hands smoothly move to cup your ass, pulling you flush against him, "But right now I wanna eat somethin' sweeter than cookies."

🎄  ─  decorate a christmas tree together + Diego

"This is the last of em'," Diego calls out as he backs down the attic ladder, the large no doubt heavy box looked small in his arms, the Christmas sweater he had on fit like a second skin, the scent of fire and warm vanilla drifting throughout your home, he brought the box to your feet, immediately poking though it, his little gasp as he pulled out a string of multicolored lights made your chest flutter, his largo frame sat eagerly, as if he was bouncing in place at the sight of all the decorations. "C-Can we start?" you grin down at him cupping his cheek and thumbing across the warm flesh, "Course we can." that was all it took for him to bolt up from the floor, a cheek splitting grin on his face showing off his sharp canines, he held a bundle of lights in his palms, looking so excited he didn't know where to start. "I cant remember the last time I did this." He admits as he begins stringing them up, you stood by his side placing your own set of lights adjacent his, every time your fingers were close enough to touch he made a point to brush against you, and when you'd put the last of them up he spun you around, leaning down to press his full lips against yours in a warm kiss, the twinkling of the tree reflecting in his eyes as he nuzzled his nose against yours, "Thank you princessa."

[mdhwrites]

What do you think about the four most popular ships in Amphibia (Sashanne, Sasharcy, Marcanne, and Sashannarcy)? Even if shipping and romance aren’t that important and only used to teach a lesson or for a comedy episode, it’s pretty obvious that the relationship between the girls can be seen either as platonic or romantic.

So I'm going to first give my one sentence thoughts on each by concept and then canon before going in deep on this:

Sashanne: A unique dynamic that is actually very context specific so hard to actually recreate and I'd argue most people don't even try or get close in fan works (myself included)/I do like them but I 100% think they needed a couple years to figure out their lives away from each other or else post Amphibia they would have likely become toxic in a new way.

Sasharcy: Classic nerd and popular pairing/FUCKING NONEXISTENT.

Marcanne: A bit more nuanced since it's much more the slacker and the passionate one as far as a dynamic goes but not in the way you expect./Held back by a lot more tell don't show, especially in the first couple episodes that Marcy is introduced but it's cute and you can EASILY see how this whole trip will have made Anne be able to appreciate her oldest friend more.

Sashannarcy: In concept these are actually a GREAT polyamory trio and I love that it has such mainstream appeal with a fandom/I don't think it works from the show's perspective because of how well defined Sasha and Anne's relationship is while Marcy struggles to have a presence.

In case you didn't notice a running theme, these ships have essentially the same problem as my greatest problem with the show: Marcy. Her weaker writing compared to the rest of the cast and the fact that she serves a narrative role more than she acts as her own character makes it hard for me to be compelled by her canon self in ships. It's akin to why Willow and Hunter don't appeal to me from a shipping perspective. I like characters, not plot devices. Yes, Marcy is better than both of those characters as she actually has a firmer character than either but that doesn't fix that her narrative utility comes before who she is most of the time.

The other big element that maybe has always held me back from shipping them in canon once I watched the show is actually the fact that I agree with the show: As teenagers, they were AWFUL for each other. Marcy needs her own, personal strength that she found some of in Amphibia but needs to actually put to use in the real world. Sasha brutally changed so much of herself and was clearly struggling with that, over correcting or still wanting to run even to the end. She asks if it's okay for her to abandon Marcy after all, even after she's gone so far to make up to Anne as to give up ALL power in her life which isn't healthy either. Anne is the closest to being ready for a relationship after Amphibia but Sprig's Birthday/Give a Frog a Cookie showed that her self sacrificing tendency for her friends and her desperation for approval still. She may do it for better people than for Sasha but she is still struggling.

They all just need time to figure themselves out as people because your relationships SHOULD NOT DEFINE YOU. That's kind of part of the point of the ending. Take the good and grow as a person, whether you lose someone by choice or by circumstance. That includes for the trio as friends or romantically.

Okay, but I did mention something potentially quite controversial which is my Sashanne take. See... Their dynamic in most fandom works is the overzealous, brash one versus the patient, more responsible one with Sasha and Anne respectively. That is accurate post Amphibia but it also carries NONE of their baggage and usually leans a lot more on Sasha's tomboy nature instead of the fact that Sasha is a girl who can both kick your ass and then worry about having chipped a nail. The complexities of Sashanne that make it so compelling in the show just don't show up as much except as an obstacle to get over to get together. That works for shipping but it's not why their friendship is as complicated and interesting as it is in the show. It doesn't have the punch it should and it's damn near impossible to replicate because that level of history is hard to depict. It only functions in the show as being well depicted because of how much time is spent essentially breaking Anne out of Sasha's control, which is part of it. Anne is someone who pretty much left a cult and Sashanne is her having to decide to now be with her cult leader but not slip back into the mentality the cult taught her. That's... not easy to put it mildly.

But then again, a lot of people just take Sasha and Anne working together for a greater cause to mean they have literally no issues anymore despite Sasha's Angels existing. I guess that happens when somehow the entire fandom doesn't give a fuck about Amphibia but only the trio. sigh

Let's end this on a positive note though which is that if I am so rough on essentially all the Sasha relationships for needing time for Sasha to genuinely internalize her lessons, Marcy is the opposite. While I complained about her above, the strength to the fact that she's a pretty well defined, nice character who can be used mostly to support others arcs is that she more neatly fits into a position for shipping. Her awkwardness and nerdiness is PRIME romance fodder (there's a reason a shocking amount of romantic protagonists are clumsy but that's for a different blog) and her passion makes it easy to understand why someone would want to be with her.

And I do want to say some thoughts on Marcanne. Even if they start on a rough place with more tell instead of show, it actually does kind of work in this context. A complaint I've had about other relationships is not actually knowing what the other is interested in their partner for besides "That's the hot one." There is ZERO ambiguity here. Marcy likes Anne because of her compassion, something she probably has worried about wearing out herself. Anne has always appreciated Marcy's intelligence but Amphibia has made her understand Marcy's passion far better than she did before and Anne clearly actually is into that now that she better cares about others properly. This also clearly shows their chemistry as we know the strengths and weaknesses each of them cover for the other, though not perfectly as they're both still human and the same things they admire in the other can cause anxiety and worry in themselves from comparing themselves to their partner. Marcy in Wartwood and Scavenger Hunt are all it takes for all of this to come out and it leads to more romantic chemistry, and a genuinely dynamic look at what they could be, than a lot of romance movies manage in their entire runtime.

In conclusion, I like all of them in general. In practice, I find most of them deeply compelling within the show. It's just... It doesn't drive me to want to write them during the show romantically because I agree with the show. They're complicated, both as a trio and as themselves, and they probably could use a more solid ground for themselves before they really start working on each other.

And that is honestly even better to me because it just makes them all the more interesting.

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For anyone curious why I didn't talk about Sashannarcy at all despite literally being a polyamory writer, it's because I kind of wanted to keep it to the ships that I think are properly represented in the show and Marcy and Sasha get essentially zero time together to try and form a relationship beyond "Marcy thinks Sasha is really fucking cool while Sasha barely gives Marcy the time of day if she's not also giving attention to Anne." The theoretical would be fun to talk about but it's pretty much only the theoretical and I decided to keep the blog more focused on the practical.

Also had a moment after this of going "Huh. I wonder how much of me being demiromantic is playing a part in how I see these.?

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

A Twitter you can follow too

And a Kofi if you like what I do and want to help out with the fact that disability doesn’t pay much.

[ijustreallylikepirates]

Alrighty, here's my next fanfic !!! I think this one was requested by @littleh0esaccountnumber2 Alec and Nick will be celebrating their one-year anniversary together since they started dating !!! (the lovelies omg) so yeah, I hope you guys enjoy this one, I love you all <33333

Disclaimer: swearing, arguing

My eyes fling open as my alarm blares. I slap my palm down on my phone screen, and the rhythmic beeping stops.

I groan and sit up in bed. I feel around on my nightstand, then grab a hold of my glasses and prop them up on my nose. I stretch before flinging my blanket off my legs.

I walk over to my bedroom door and grab a hair tie from around the knob. I tie my hair into a ponytail, then turn the knob and open the door.

I walk out into the kitchen and open the fridge. I grab an egg, a carton of buttermilk, and a stick of butter. I set the items on the island and walk over to the pantry.

I grab a couple things: flour, white sugar, brown sugar, salt, vanilla extract, baking soda, cocoa powder, and chocolate chips.

I place all my ingredients on the island as I take them out of the pantry.

I open up a cabinet above the stove and grab two bowls, my electric mixer, and a heart shaped cookie cutter.

If I’m going to make cookies for me and Nick’s one year anniversary since we’ve been together, I’m going to make them in theme.

I place the two bowls next to my ingredients.

I rub my hands together. “Alright. Let’s get to work.”

I start by mixing the dry ingredients together, and then the wet. I plug in the mixer and slowly mix the two bowls together. I open the bag of chocolate chips and pour them in the dough, then continued mixing.

I’m surprised Nick didn’t wake up from the noise of the mixer. Honestly, he would still be sleeping if a train ran through his bedroom in the middle of the night.

I finish mixing the dough, then grab a sheet of Saran Wrap and tie it over the top of the bowl with an elastic band. I open the fridge and put the bowl inside.

I start to sort my ingredients back into their original spots. As I was putting the bag of flour back into the pantry, I hear my phone ringing from my bedroom.

I quickly shut the pantry door and rush to my room. I unplug my phone off its charger and look at the caller ID. It was a group call from my band!

I quickly pick up the call and am greeted by Rooney’s ginormous forehead in the camera.

I stifle a laugh and say, “Rooney, what the fuck?” I snapped a FaceTime photo of him. “That’s mine now.”

“Hey!” he screamed at me. He pulled his phone away from his face, showing his long black hair flowing behind his back. He must’ve just gotten out of bed; he always keeps it in a bun.

I just laughed again. “I mean, do you seriously expect me not to take a picture of that. That’s comedy gold! I can use this as serious blackmail!”

“I swear to God, Alec-”

“Dude, chill. I’m not actually going to do anything with it.”

"You better not."

"I mean, I don't really have to send it to anybody. All your fans can clearly see that big of a fucking forehead you possess."

"Alec, I am going to come down to England and beat your ass."

I shook my head. "Nuh-uh, Russia boy."

Rooney sighed. "Turkish."

"Emo."

"I'm not emo!"

"Then why are your songs so damn sad!?"

"It's a music style!"

"What are you two fighting about now?" Luke says, raising an eyebrow, his daughter wrapped around his neck.

I didn't even realize Luke had joined the call. "Luke? When did you join the call?"

"The first thing I heard was "Russia boy."' He makes air quotes on the last two words.

Juan joins the call, barely awake. "Guys, Mason is snoring so fucking loud right now and I can't sleep."

I laugh. "That's Nick. He can snore pretty fucking loud sometimes too."

Our call drags on slowly.

~

I check the time on my phone. Damn, it's already been 30 minutes?

I rush over to the kitchen and place my phone against the roll of paper towels on the counter. I preheat the oven and then run over to the fridge and grab my bowl of red velvet cookie dough.

I grab a baking tray out of the cabinet and place it as quietly as I can on the counter.

I start to scoop the cookie dough onto the tray. The call had gotten awfully silent.

Then Juan started singing one of our old songs "Blister on my Heart." He was singing it really awful too.

Rooney laughs. "Shut the fuck up, man."

Juan stops singing and raises an eyebrow, then wags his finger very slowly back and forth across the camera.

Rooney opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by very loud typing coming from Luke.

I raise an eyebrow and ask, "Luke, why are you typing so aggressively?"

"I know I type very loud, but I just can't help it!"

"What are you even typing?" Juan asks, pulling his blanket up over his mouth.

"Just an email to my producer. I just finished writing a new single and I'm sending him the music documents."

The silence continues on.

As I scoop the last bit of cookie dough out of the bowl, I pick up the tray and hold it in front of my phone, then drop the dough onto the tray so it falls down in front of the camera.

"Bro, what are you even making cookies for?" Rooney asks.

I slide oven mitts on my hands and slip the tray in the oven. "One year ago today, me and Nick started dating. I just thought I'd make him... an anniversary gift!" I wink. "He really adores my baking too."

Juan gasped and shouted, "Rizz!?"

I rolled my eyes and washed my hands in the kitchen sink.

"It is true though," Luke says. "The way to get to a man's heart is through his stomach. Trust me, when my wife cooks or bakes it makes me so happy. It's like she spikes the food with love potion or something."

"Or you just like to eat food," Rooney says.

Luke just rolls his eyes and continues typing.

I pick my phone up off the counter and say, "Alright guys, I'm going to hang up. I need to make sure Nick doesn't wake up before these cookies are done."

Juan yawns and says, "Okie dokie."

Rooney flashes me a thumbs up.

Luke just continues typing.

"Bye," I say, and before any of them can say anything, I hang up.

I go into my bedroom and grab A Tale of Two Cities off my bookshelf. I walk back out into the living room, sit on the sofa, cross one leg over the other, and start reading.

~

3 chapters into the classic, and the oven beeps. The sweet smell of chocolate fills the room. My cookies are done!

I place my book face down on the sofa cushion and rush into the kitchen. I slip the oven mitts back onto my hands and open the oven, then pull the tray of cookies out and place them on top of the stove. I slip the oven mitts off and place them on the island. Then, I go back into the living room and pick my book back up to give the cookies some time to cool.

~

Once the cookies have cooled off, I walk back into the kitchen and grab a cookie rack. I transfer the cookies into neat rows on the rack, then go into the fridge and grab the piping bag of white icing I had prepared the night before.

I start piping "A+N" on all the cookies. After I finish, there's still a little icing left in the bag so squeeze it into my mouth and throw the piping bag away.

I look at my work, then rush into my bedroom and grab the bouquet of roses and card I bought for Nick last night when I went "grocery shopping".

I place the bouquet on its side above the cookie rack, then place the envelope on top of the bouquet. I had bought one of those cards that shoot heart shaped glitter at you when you open the card. That'll surprise him. I also bought two Billy Joel concert tickets: one for me, one for him, so we can go together. On the inside of the card I wrote, "Me? You? Billy Joel at 8PM tonight? P.S. Happy 1 year anniversary, Nicky xoxo - Alec."

He has a nickname for me, so I decided I'd give him one back. I don't know if Nicky is going to live up to Sexyback though.

Now, to wait until Nick wakes up. Hi ho, hi ho, back to my book I go.

~

My reading is disturbed when two warm arms wrap around my neck from behind.

I smile and lean my head back against the top of the couch.

"Hey baby," I say, closing my eyes.

I feel Nick's warm lips encompass mine. Once his lips leave mine, I open my eyes to see him smiling down at me, a warm blush on his face.

He ruffles my hair and walks around the side of the sofa to sit next to me. He kisses my cheek and says, "Happy anniversary, sexyback."

I get to my feet and grab his hand, pulling him off the sofa. I walk behind him and place my hands over his eyes.

He chuckles softly and says, "Alec? What are you doing?"

I smile and say, "Just walk."

I direct him into the kitchen, standing right in front of the island where his surprise was.

"Ready?" I ask him.

He giggles and says, "I guess."

"Okay," I say, smiling and removing my hands from his eyes.

He blinks a couple times, then looks down at the island and gasps. He turns around to face me and hugs me.

"Oh, you do too much," Nick says, rubbing my back.

I let go of the hug and kiss his cheek. "Oh, come on! You literally spent so much money on me on my birthday!"

He snatches a cookie off the tray and says, "Money can't buy your baking." He takes a bite of the cookie and his face practically melted.

I take a cookie off the tray and take a bite as well. "It can, if I start a business."

"Why don't you?" he asks as he takes another bite.

"I don't have the money."

He pulls his wallet out of his back pocket and holds it up. "I do."

I knock his wallet out of his hand and shove my body against his. "I don't need to start a business when I have you. You'll eat my baking for free without even thinking about it, and even having you in my life is more than money could ever give me."

He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. "I love you so much, Alec."

I shake my head and say, "I love you more."

I let go of Nick and say as I eat the last bite of my cookie, "Open the card."

He finishes his cookie as well and picks the envelope up off the bouquet of roses. He flips open the envelope and pulls the card out. He slowly reads the front, then opens up the card.

I have to stifle my laugh as red heart-shaped glitter explodes in Nick's face. He stares at me in shock. Then he laughs out loud.

"What the hell, Alec?" He picks up some of the glitter that had fallen onto the island and threw it at me.

I laugh and dodge his hit. "Did you see what was inside the card?"

He raises an eyebrow and asks, "There was something other than glitter in the card?"

I gesture to the two tickets that had fallen out of the card onto the island. Nick picks them up and wipes the glitter of them. He looks at them for a while, then smiles and reads the inside of the card.

He looks over at me, his eyes glittering, his smile wide. "Really!?"

I nod and smile. He drops the tickets and the card onto the pile of glitter on the island, then threw his arms around my neck and pulled me close.

"You're actually the best."

I pat his back. "I try my best."

He pulls away from the hug and says, still smiling, "I can't wait to see your reaction to my gift."

I smirk. "What'd you get me?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why?"

"You know how gifts work, Alec."

"Please?"

"You'll see when you get it later tonight."

My jaw drops. "Tonight!? Come on, you know I can't wait that long!"

"The wait will be worth it."

I groan. "Fine. But just because I love you."

He chuckles and boops my nose. "That's what I thought."

Suddenly, his phone rings. He untangles himself from me and pulls his phone out of his back pocket. He looks at the screen, then says to me, "Hold on a second."

I nod as he picks up the phone and puts it to his ear. "Hello?"

I hear warbled talking come from his phone.

Whatever that person said to Nick was very shocking because his eyes widen and his eyes start filling with tears.

A tear rolls silently down his cheek and falls onto the floor. I can hear the person on the other end hang up the phone.

His hand drops to his side and more tears drop from his eyes. His phone falls out of his hand and he closes his eyes, then drops to the ground on his knees.

I kneel down next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “Nick?”

He slaps my hand away.

I take my hand back and stand back up. “Are you okay?”

“Leave me alone,” he whispers.

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“I said leave me alone!” he screams at me.

My brow furrows. “Well, can you at least tell me what happened?”

He wipes tears from his eyes and stands back up. “No, I can’t!”

“Well, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong!”

“I don’t want your help! I want to be left alone!” Another tear rolls down his cheek. “Can you please just go away?” he whispers into his hands.

For some reason, all I can feel right now is anger. I throw my hands up in the air and scream at him, “Fine!” I storm off to my bedroom.

I slam the door shut behind me and sit my ass down angrily on the side of my bed.

For a second, I sat there, staring at my feet, fuming with anger. Then a tear fell down my cheek. Then came another. And another.

Soon I was sobbing. Guttural cries came from my throat, and tears poured out of my eyes like two rivers.

Then I calmed down. A quick breakdown was all I needed.

God, I hate arguing so bad.

I had there, my head resting in my wet tear-stained hands.

Suddenly, I hear my bedroom door open.

I know exactly who enters the room, but I keep my face in my hands. I hear my bed creak as Nick sits down next to me.

Nothing happens.

Then, I feel him lay his head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry." His voice still sounds gravelly.

I don't reply.

He picks his head up off my shoulder, then rubs my arm with his hand. He pulls my arm away from my face and holds my hand in both of his, rubbing my palm with his thumbs.

I look over at him, my face still in my other palm. He genuinely looks guilty. Now I feel bad for crying.

I take my face out of my other hand and wipe the tears off on my pajama pants. Then I take my glasses off my face and wipe the tears off the lenses on my pants as well.

I sniff and wipe away my tears, then prop my glasses back up on my nose. Nick takes my other hand and hold them tightly in his.

He looks down at our hands and says, "I'm sorry I lashed out at you like that. My mom called and told me my dad... had a heart attack and died last night. She was going to call me as soon as she got the news, but she didn't want to disturb my sleep, so she decided to call me this morning. She didn't know it was our anniversary today, so I don't blame her for dropping that on me but... I just get angry when I'm sad so I'm sorry for making you cry. You didn't deserve that; you did absolutely nothing wrong."

I sniff and say, "I'm sorry about your dad. I can just cancel the dinner reservations I made us tonight if you just want to stay home."

He wraps his arms around my neck and presses his body against mine. "No, keep the reservations. Just because my dad died last night, that doesn't mean we can't celebrate our anniversary. This is so special to the both of us, and I can't just let this bug me all day."

I raise an eyebrow at him. "But aren't you sad?"

"Yeah, I'm sad. But you know what would really help? Spending the day with the guy I love."

I blush and he kisses me on the cheek, then hoists himself onto my lap, his arms still around my neck. He rests his head in the space in between my neck and shoulder.

I wrap my arms around his back and hold him on my lap tightly. He presses his body closer to mine, which adds a lot of pressure on me and knocks me backwards, taking Nick with me.

I roll onto my side, Nick still wrapped around me, and we curl up on the bed next to each other. He's really warm and soft. I never truly noticed.

God, I love him so much.

I feel him place a soft kiss on my neck. I tighten my grip on him and rub his back.

“I’m sorry,” he says into my neck.

I kiss the top of his head and ask, “What are you apologizing for?”

“I still feel bad for snapping at you. I know how you get when you’re arguing and I… didn’t want to make you feel that way.”

I just run my fingers through his hair and say, “I love you.”

“Are you sure?” he murmurs.

I sigh and smile. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love-”

He laughs and shoves his hand over my mouth. “Oh my God, shut up! I love you too, asshole!”

I laugh and I kiss him. “What do we do all day? My dinner reservations aren’t until 4:00 o’clock and it’s only 11:00 AM.”

He nudges his head into my chest and says, “We could just… lay here and take a nap together.”

I smile and kiss the top of his head. “Alright. Let’s actually get comfortable though.”

He laughs and we shimmy up towards my pillows, still intertwined with each other.

I guess teamwork really does make the dream work because our heads were quickly upon my pillow. We share a pillow because how else are we going to cuddle if we’re really separate from each other?

~

I don't ever remember falling asleep, but I wake up in Nick's arms, his head lying on top of mine, our legs tangled together.

He's already awake because I feel him running his fingers through my hair lightly, humming under his breath.

I smile and slowly lift my head to look at him. He stops humming and looks down at me, smiling.

"Good morning, sunshine," he says.

I blush and lean up to kiss him. He quickly kisses me back.

I let go of the kiss, then smile and ask him, "What time is it?"

He peeks at his watch and says, "3:30."

"Ah, shit! We got to get ready!" I untangle from his arms and get up off the bed, then rush over to my bureau and start rummaging through my clothes. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

He laughs and says, "Relax, will you? We still have 30 minutes." He sits up on the edge of the bed. "I didn't want to wake you up because you just looked so comfortable and calm. I couldn't do it. Plus, I really enjoyed cuddling with you like that."

I blush but keep my face towards my bureau.

He just laughs and gets up from my bed. "I'll go get dressed, to save you the heart attack."

I roll my eyes as he kisses me on the cheek and leaves my bedroom.

~

This whole night has been amazing. Dinner was great.

Me and Nick took a walk in the park next to our house and we met this other gay couple who recognized us from Disventure Camp! We talked to them for a while, and they were really nice.

One guy, named Mack, said he thought we hated each other and is surprised that we are together. I told him we are over our differences. The other guy, Jamie, said he shipped us ever since season 1 ended but he never thought we'd actually end up being together.

After our walk, we went back home to retrieve the concert tickets, and I drove us over to the venue.

That's where we are now. We are standing in the middle of the crowd, side hugging, a drink in our hands, watching and listening as Billy Joel sings Piano Man.

We are singing along with the song, swaying back in forth in each other's arms.

Nick lays his head on my shoulder and closes his eyes, feeling the music. I kiss the top of his head and whisper, "I love you so much." I close my eyes and lay my head ono top of his.

~

After the concert, Nick blindfolds me and drives the car. I guess it's time for my present.

The car stops and he says to me, "I'll be back." He kisses me on the cheek and leaves the car.

I wait in silence, whistling My Life by Billy Joel. The song has been stuck in my head since he played it at the concert.

After a long while, Nick comes back and opens the back door of the car. He places something heavy in the backseat, then shuts the back door and gets back in front of the steering wheel.

I smile and say, "Nick, I'm starting to get suspicious."

I feel him press his lips to mine. When he pulls back, he says, "I promise you're going to love this gift."

I just shake my head and say, "Still suspicious though."

He just laughs and starts the car back up.

~

When we get home, he loads the present into the house, then comes back to the car to lead me into the house.

"Am I still not allowed to take the blindfold off?" I ask, holding my arms out in front of me to make sure I don't bump into anything.

"Nope."

"Not even while opening the present?"

"Nope."

"Then how am I supposed to know what it is?"

"Oh, trust me. You'll know what it is when you feel it."

I raise an eyebrow and say, "That sounds really wrong out of context."

"Alec!"

I laugh. "I'm joking!"

Nick stops walking. "Alright, just sit on the floor."

"On the floor?"

"Yes. There's more space on the floor for this particular present."

I just roll my eyes under the blindfold and shrug.

He pushes something in front of me. "Open the box."

I don't say a word. I just feel around in front of me, then open the box.

I reach inside and feel around the inside. My hand lands on something small and furry. I pick it up and feel it more thouroughly.

Very long, four long bits sticking out of the bottom, another long bit at the end, two floppy bits at the top... Then, it squirms.

Then I realize what he got me.

I gasp and remove one hand from the present to pull the blindfold off my eyes. In my hands was a brown dachshund puppy. It looks up at me and wags it's tail.

"Awww!" I hug the puppy tight to my chest. "Boy or girl?"

"Girl."

"What's her name?"

"She doesn't have one yet. That's up to you to decide."

"You mean I can name her?"

Nick nods.

I smile and take a good look at the puppy. She squirms around in my hands, trying to lick my face. I lift her up so she can lick me.

I laugh, then look at Nick. "She seems like a Poppy, don't you think?"

Nick smiles and says, "Poppy sounds like a perfect name."

I just laugh as Poppy licks my face.

~

Later on, I'm sitting on the couch watching Sleeping Beauty. Well, my eyes are completely focused on Poppy.

She's sleeping on a pillow on the couch in a little bagel shape.

Nick sits down on the couch next to me and says, "What you watching?"

I avert my gaze from the puppy to lay my head on Nick's shoulder. "Sleeping Beauty."

"Again?"

"You know it's one of my favorite Disney movies."

"Probably because you're a sleeping beauty."

I blush and lightly slap him on the arm, laughing.

The movie just got to the part where Aurora and Phillip are dancing together in the forest.

Nick elbows me and points to the TV. "Us?"

I look at him and say, "You want that to be us?"

He just looks and me and nods, blushing.

I get up off the couch and grab his arm, pulling him off the couch with me. "Well, come on then!"

He laughs. Once he's securely in my arms, we start dancing with Once Upon A Dream playing in the background. Our relationship is just like this. So unreal, so... so... once upon a dream!

That's a terrible metaphor but I don't know how else to describe it. God, I just love him so much.

What a happy anniversary this has been after all.

Sorry I got kinda lazy with this one lolll

I love them so muchhhhh

AAAAAAAHHHH

GAY PEOPLE

anyways I really hoped you guys enjoyed this I really liked writing this one but it also hurt to make them argue

Ily all guys bye see you next fanfic <3333

[ashuribbon]

Oh Ashur! Do you have a favorite Cookie Run OC?

If you happen to be someone who sneaks into my ToyHouse every once in a blue moon, I happen to own a lot of CR OCs! Some from friends and some I made by myself or have since redesigned! I even made a video at one point showcasing the sea-themed CR OC voices (though I'm kind of bummed out they're not as popular...)

But if I had to choose which Cookie Run OC is my main fave, it's definitely Manila Cookie!

Top fave, and the ruthless one of the bunch! I always happen to have a huge love for pirates, so I felt like making a design that shows my love for them, but also a design that heavily contrasts with Abalone Cookie's palette! Also felt like making a character who did a better job in achieving her goal than did the Stinkface himself!

Think of her backstory as Scourge with a side of Zira. Once was a kind person, fell in love with a brute, lost him after he died by the hands of a mermaid and since then has become cold-hearted, her hatred of Gem Mermaids fueled by grief... Oh, and ends up getting her ass beat all Scourge Vs. Firestar style.

I am still working on the animatic dedicated to him, and he also has a wiki page! I just need to figure out how to add the story tab the same way one of my friends did...

Though while Manila Cookie is the top fave, every single one of my CR OCs are valuable to me!

[an1meslvt]

|christmas with you|

tag: letitia x blackfemreader

warnings: suggestive themes, mostly fluff (gets really sappy.)

summary: christmas with letitia! 🎄🎅🤶

“babe! i finished the cookies!” you giggled as letitia came running down the stairs with a big goofy smile. “i’ve waited a whole year for these cookies!” she said as she bit into one. “damn tish, is it good?” you laughed, causing her to smirk. “not as good as your cookie tho.” she shrugged, leaving your mouth agape with shock.

“letitia michelle wright!” you scolded, hitting her with your oven mitt. “damn baby, mans just joking.” she said in her thick british accent. you shook your head playfully. “come on let’s go open presents.” you said, pulling her out of the kitchen.

you both sat crisscrossed by the tree, presenting the presents to each other. “here, baby! i hope you like it!” you said, handing tish her gift. “what is it?” she said, eying you in a skeptical but playful manner.

“tish just open it!” she giggled before tearing away the wrapping paper. you bit your lip anxiously as she let out a loud gasp. “y/n, no you didn’t!” “yes i did.” you said laughing a bit. you had gifted her a silver cuban link chain, incrusted with vvs diamonds, her nickname ‘TISH’ in all caps as a pendant.

“oh my- fuck! when did you- how did you- im sorry, i can’t process this right now.” she held the chain in her hands, in complete shock. “are you tryna get fucked tonight or what?” “tish!” you said, playfully slapping her arm, causing her to laugh.

“im being serious! this is the best gift ever! thank you so much, love.” she cooed as she gave you a sweet kiss. you muttered a “you’re welcome.” before she spoke again. “now it’s time for your gift!” she said, pulling a small box from her pocket.

“y/n, we’ve been together for about 4 years now, and you’ve always been there for me. you never once judged me for anything and you always stayed by my side even in my darkest moments. we’ve accomplished so much together, and i can’t wait to spend many more christmases with you. so with that being said…will you marry me?” she opened the box revealing a beautiful 24 karat silver ring, with a heart shaped diamond.

you looked at her with tears in your eyes, your hand covering your mouth. “tish…are you for real?” “yes, baby. i wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” you let out a choked sob as you scrambled to hug her.

“yes! yes i’ll marry you! i wanna be your wife!” you cried, making her hug you tightly. “you’re gonna be my wife! fuck yes!” she yelled happily. “does this mean, we can finally buy that big house together?” you asked, making her nod. “that brings me to my next gift for you.”

you sat back down on the floor, waiting to see what the gift was. watched closely as she pulled out some folded up papers. handing them to you. you grabbed the papers softly, unfolding them so you could have a look. you read over the black print before a small gasp left your lips.

“letitia. this is…the deed to the house i wanted.” you said looking up at her. “yes it is! bought it straight cash 2 days ago.” she smiled. “nowwww all we need to do is call our lawyers so you can sign it.” she smiled.

“tishhh.” you whined, going over to hug her again. “thank you so much baby! you just gave me the best christmas ever!” you squealed, kissing all over her face. she smirked, causing you to put a pause on your kissing. “i know how to make your christmas even better.” there was a hint of mischief in her voice.

you giggled as she squeezed your your hips. “oh really? how?” you asked innocently, causing her to smirk. her hands traveled down to your ass, her grip firm. “let me show you.”

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

©️an1meslvt

author: i hope y’all like this! jus a lil sum sum for the holidays! if you got more christmas ideas, don’t hesitate to let me know! love you bookies! 💕🫶🏾

[bucketspammer4life]

the boxers during christmas

merry crisis! ❤️ i am mentally losing it!

Glass Joe

- baking gingerbread men themed after the other boxers

- went iceskating and accidentally got a medal

- going ornament shopping for the christmas tree

- baking up a feast for everyone, hes trying to get on the nice list this year hes got enough coal to fuel 30 trains

Von Kaiser

- reading christmas stories for Mac next to the fireplace

- attempted to bake and accidentally set himself on fire, hes banned from the kitchen now

- scolding anyone messing with the advent calendar

Disco Kid

- keeps doing a mariah carey impression and screaming "ITS TIME!!!"

- making a christmas playlist for everyone

- decorating the place on the least safe ladder ever, its shaky, rusty, old and on the verge of breaking down just like the average old person!

King Hippo

- eating all the advent calendar chocolate in one sitting

- bit a christmas tree ornament since he thought it looked nice

- ate the missletoe since he mistaked it for berries (i am not spelling that right send help)

- hes just hibernating until the new year

Piston Hondo

- making hot cocoa for everyone

- caught a cold but faking it to not break the holiday spirit

- slowly going insane because of Disco Kid blasting christmas music

Bear Hugger

-chopped down a entire ass tree just for decorating it, unfortunately some of the boxers have some allergies (*COUGH COUGH* joe - *COUGH COUGH*) so it didnt go great

- buying dumb hats for everyone

- making some cranberry juice for the group

- mrs bear came over to have dinner with them at one point, She even brought some decorations and food!! How kind of her!!

Great Tiger

- broke some bones while climbing a wall to decorate the roof, ouch

- Really feeling the cranberry juice, thats some good shit

- the christmas lights make him a bit dizzy but trying to tough it out

Don Flamenco

- setting up missletoes EVERYWHERE. oh you want to have some cookies? Just move past the missletoe IN THE KITCHEN!! Need to shower? just ignore the missletoe in the shower cabin and you'll be set! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE KISSING!!

- watching christmas movies and getting all joyful before getting another christmas ornament thrown at him by aran

- "Ah, isnt christmas so wonderful?– (BONK)"

Aran Ryan

- chucking christmas ornaments at everyone, he thinks it makes a funny sound

- hes getting coal this year 100%

- eating raw dough as usual (but in a festive way)

Soda Popinski

- hes just planning go sleep during the countdown so he can say "ive slept for a year!!"

- adding gingerbread & cinnamon to EVERYTHİNG. Soda pls stop eating omelettes with cinnamon

- keeps making shitty puns

Bald Bull

- doing the dissapointment mom sigh anytime someone makes a christmas pun

- scolding Disco for the shitty ladder hes using

- freezing his ass off but trying to pretend nothing is going on

Super Macho Man

- Just taking pictures for his posts

- overdecorating everythin:, bright lights, shiny decorations and enough snowmen to make an army

- adding too much sugar to his hot choco

Mr Sandman

- wearing a silly little christmas sweater & santa hat, hes a bit jolly, whimsy even

- had the bright idea of dressing up Mac as a elf

- went on a emergency ingredient run after Joe ran out of frosting & flour