#shadow milk fluff

[azlrse]

a/n: made a smoll doodle of shadow milk cookie during one of my classes in college and decided to make a smoll drabble for him hehe :>>

i kinda imagine reader cookie and shadow milk cookie had this enemies to lovers dynamic where shadow milk has this huge crush on reader and admired on how strong and stubborn they are whilst reader cookie doesn't take shit towards him and quite annoyed by his antics (but doesn't mind the attention they got from him cause they think he's adorable in his own way ;>>)

looks kinda rushed cause im tired and its been a long time since ive done sum crk art, especially towards reader cookie 🤸🕳️

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[honey-milk-depresso]

could i request stardust, licorice, and shadow milk cookie with a reader that's smaller than them?,, thank you,,,

Take note that Shadow Milk Cookie just appeared recently as a cutscene, so for him it might be a little OOC.

CRK with an s/o smaller than them

Stardust Cookie

I think there’s plenty of cookies smaller than him, but you make it even more so. Like you’re just tiny around him.

And then he floats??? Sometimes you have to puff up your cheeks a little to tell him how unfair he’s being right now to which he blushes slightly and chuckled quietly, slowly descending down on his two crispy feet again.

He likes how small you are, that he can wrap his cape around you and bring you into a hug from behind. He just has this urge to protect you from all the harms of the Galaxy. Literally.

Stardust likes to hug you often, your small size allowing him to do so easily and he feels like he can love you properly while you’re in this size. He genuinely thinks your short stature is adorable and what makes you beautiful in his eyes.

Overall, Stardust is a simp for you- <3

Licorice Cookie

Shorter than him you say? He has an above average height for a cookie, so there’s plenty of cookies shorter than him. But you make the greatest armrest for him.

He teased you incessantly to no end about your height, always putting stuff off the top shelf on purpose like the little shit he is so you would come running for his help to grab it for you, or pretending he can’t see you while you’re literally right next to him.

Although, the moment YOU get teased by someone else for being short, he’s after them with his Licorice servants coming after them and make them regret ever teasing you about your height! Only HE can do that (hypocrite-)!

Licorice is pretty protective of you since your so short, usually having at least one or two of his Licorice servants around to stay on guard for you, like your tiny chewy bodyguards.

That’s your protective, hypocritical cookie for you. <3

Shadow Milk Cookie

You thought Licorice was a nuisance in teasing you about your short height? Well Shadow Milk Cookie is a complete BASTARD, LITTLE SHIT OF THE CENTURY.

He will tease you relentlessly with every nickname related to your short stature: shortcake, shortbread, little muffin, mustard seed, he is a menace. Puts things on the high shelf WHILE you’re trying to reach for your things and his lanky and tall ass height makes you become his armrest tenfold.

But like Licorice, if anyone else teases your height… oh boy, oh boy will they get it. He will reign overly unnecessary chaos to them that you kinda have to stop him. This cookie has the audacity to then get all whiney and sulky about how that cookie was mean when he does the same thing, making him an even bigger hypocrite.

Overall, he’s the biggest hypocrite you’ve ever met but he’s your hypocrite. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[justn0t]

Early evening nap

[shmolish]

Finished Beast Yeast ep 3 last night..... I was not happy with the results, so now I'm forming a picture in my head of y/n cookie running to Shadow Milk Cookie and hiding behind him, fearful of Mystic Flour Cookie, shaking like a chihuahua with tears in their eyes.

If it's possible, can you expand on this, please? If you can't, then it's fine 👍🏻😁

AN: Takes place before the beasts were sealed but after they became corrupted- Uh if you want one in the present I can make one of those as well..! Also, I usually try to avoid using Y/N in my stories, but it just felt natural here-

Shadow Milk x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Swears, not proof read

-Fearful-

"And see? My little Y/N here is absolutely perfect in every single way." Shadow Milk was often one to brag about his significant other, the significant other in question being you, of course. It has long since become of a habit of his.

You've become somewhat used to it by this point. He bragged to anyone who would listen, so this happened quite a lot.

Though, something was different about this person.

Her apathetic presence, those uncaring eyes, the way she carried herself... it was all so nerve-wracking.

Shadow Milk had mentioned her a few times before. She was one of his friends. Mystic Flour.

She seemed uninterested in the conversation, yet listened anyway.

The very much one-sided conversation seemed to go on and on, and throughout it all, Mystic Flour continued to stare at you. Something about that gaze made you feel deeply uncomfortable, and you subconsciously held onto Shadow Milk's hand and shifted behind him.

He quickly noticed this and seemed to quiet down a bit. He saw how you began to shake a little, and how you tightend your grasp around his hand.

"Is something wrong?" He asked you, tilting his head to the side a bit.

You didn't want to say it out loud, for fear of potentially offending Mystic Flour.

It didn't take long for Shadow Milk to connect the dots. He covered his mouth with his hand, snickering a bit. "Doll, you're not afraid, are you?"

There was nothing you wanted more than to wipe that annoying grin off of his face. "Hey, fuck you!"

He sighed. "Oh come on. Are you seriously afraid of Mystic Flour?' The grin never left his face.

"I will be taking my leave now," Mystic Flour said before walking someplace else.

You crossed your arms and glared at Shadow Milk, obviously not amused.

He let out another sigh before placing a hand on your head, messying your hair up. "Doll, I assure you, there is nothing to be scared of. That emotionless dustball that somehow gets worshipped will never lay a finger on you because you're mine. And she's smart enough to not mess with my stuff, 'kay?"

You nodded your head and Shadow Milk whisked away a stray tear that you hadn't realized was forming.

He gave you a soft smile. "Next time I see her, I'll have to remind her to appear more friendly towards guests..."

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; shadow milk cookie

requested by ; anonymous (24/01/24)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; shadow milk cookie

outline ; “So I am a little OBSESSED in love with shadow milk

So could I get some Shadow milk relation ship hc’s?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

if there was a need to describe shadow milk cookie’s approach to your relationship, it could be done in just the one word: playful

whenever you’re stressed, he puts on elaborate productions of magic and puppetry to brighten your day and make you smile: funny voices, summoned puppets, plot lines that either touch upon your favourite tropes or make fun of the people that upset you — he never holds back with you

if you’re experiencing a low mood or crying, then he’s upping the dramatics and repeating all of your favourite puns and jokes to pull you out of it and make you laugh — he dresses like a jester all of the time, so it’s safe to say that the man doesn’t mind making a fool of himself for your sake

he’s extremely physically affectionate and can go from slow and passionate to cheeky and playful in a second — alternating between loosely wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you sit comfortably on his lap, and suddenly tightening his grip on your waist to stop you from getting away as he nips and kisses and tickles your skin until you’re laughing so hard you’re crying and clutching at your aching sides and trying desperately to squirm out of his grip

equally his kisses can be playful and cutesy or passionate and messy depending on his mood

most of the time they’re done for a sort of dramatic flair on top of his usual public displays of affection that usually get you stared at in confusion — consisting of him grabbing you by your shoulders or the side of the face before wetly kissing you on the lips or cheek whilst making a very unnecessary and over the top ‘mwah!’-esque popping sound (he may even stop at the last second and lick you instead just to make you laugh)

but there are times when that playful facade slips and his kisses become much more frantic, passionate, and hot — when the act slips and you’re left face-to-face with a more possessive, seductive, needy side of him that only comes out when he’s so desperate for your touch that he’d sooner slip into your skin with you than let you go, or when someone else has made him jealous

those kisses look a bit more like this: starting with him grabbing you by the waist or neck or sides and all but crashing your body and lips against his, alternating between biting and licking your lips until you breathlessly give in and part your lips for him, letting his hands wander just enough to send a message as you cling to him like a lifeline, and only pulling apart when you’re starting to struggle to breathe — separating by mere millimetres with a web of saliva connecting you both before he giggles, pecks your lips, and lets you go (leaving you breathless, aching, and somehow wanting for more as you watch him practically skip away to do whatever it is that he had planned)

your laughter is his absolute favourite sound in the world and he will do anything it takes to make sure that he gets to hear it for the rest of his life

he wouldn’t hesitate for a second to kill or torment someone for you if only you asked — hell, you don’t even need to ask, the second it’s clear that someone has made you upset, stressed, or uncomfortable, he’s finding their location and plotting to either take them out completely or forcibly make them a part of his act (it’s not too difficult to take control of someone, after all, and he’s certainly done worse for less… and what better cause is there for mayhem than protecting his partner’s honour and well-being?)

all of his pet names for you are as over the top and random as you would expect from someone like him, including all sorts of nicknames from inanimate objects to puns relating to your name and/or interests to random animals that remind him of you to the most disgustingly cheesy terms of endearment that he can think of, to anything in between — and he’s happy to respond to anything you choose to call him, no matter how ridiculous of a pet name it may be

he’s extremely quick to jealousy and has been known to lash out at anyone who dares to get too close to you for his comfort (unless it’s one of a few select individuals that he’s approved of being in your presence) — it’s actually the main thing you argue about when it comes to your relationship, but that’s not going to change anytime soon so you may just be better off accepting that side of him rather than trying to strong arm him into being a better person

[hinoko-sam]

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦..

( ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴɢsᴛ 🥀)

ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ;; @brittle-doughie

sɪʟᴇɴᴛ sᴀʟᴛ ʜᴀs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɴ ᴘᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛᴏʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇᴅ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪʀsᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪʟʏ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟsᴏ..

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ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏsᴛɪᴄ ғʟᴏᴜʀ's ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴘᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛs ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪʀsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.. ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ.. ᴛʜʏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

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ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ sᴜɢᴀʀ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ɢᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ. sʜᴇ ᴅɪɴᴛ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛᴏʀ.. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ.

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ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ sᴘɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ɢʟᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʀᴜsᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ᴀs ғᴀsᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ɴᴏ ᴜsᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ sʜᴜᴛs.

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ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀsᴛ.. ɪᴛ's ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ.. sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs. ʜᴇ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀs ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ sʜᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ.. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟsᴏ! ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇ's ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs..

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ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ.. ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇs.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪx ᴛʜɪs ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ. ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪx ɪᴛ sᴏᴏɴ

[sammywolfgirl]

the part where he kills you!

[cookierunauprompts]

When you can would some fluff be ok to ask for?

it can be any form of fluff y'all want

i just want smth wholesome

-Anon #368 [yes hi i'm back again]

Requested Prompts #29 - 💝

[ Takes place in the same AU as Request Prompt #16 ]

" So... let me get this straight." Shadow Milk begins, crooking up an eyebrow. " It's been thousands of years since Myself and the other Legendary Beasts got sealed, and monster hunting technology hasn't progress since the days of the heroes?" You look at the Siren, who's tail was swishing with amusement. " Well, nobody really saw the need to change anything. People still use harpoons to hunt Sirens, some even use Harpoon guns to down dragons... You get the idea, right?" You explained, watching as the siren breaks out into a loud cackle. " Oh man! You guys really are dumb- Not even progressing a tiny bit~? Come on! You guys had thousands of years!" Shadow Milk cackled, his tail tapping against the deck. One his fit of laughter ended, he slipped on over to your side. " You know, I'm actually kind of glad~ This just means that we'll get to have a lot more fun before the Heros try to get us sealed again!" " Mhm, I'm sure you will." You say with a sigh, lying down on the deck. You closed your eyes, wanting to at least get some form of rest while out at sea. " Heeyyyy." Shadow Milk whined with a pout, you could feel his arms wrapped around your torso as he laid on top of you. " I'm still talking to you, y'know?" You airily chuckled as you pet his head. " Yeah yeah, you can keep talking, I'll still be listening." You muse with closed eyes. " Fine, but I'd rather your eyes be on me, 'kay?" He huffed, poking at your cheek.

[thegreatcrowdragon]

Oh shit I made a vanilla milkshake au last night while half asleep and I just forgor. To tell you guys about it.

Uhh so basically a pre-corruption Shadow Milk finds and saves a near death faerie pv who is stuck in a glue trap (because the faeries are actually faerie sized in this au) and fluffy antics ensue

[shadowlychee]

my personal heater ★ ( a shadowlychee ficlet )

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Shadow Milk always had cold hands— or rather, his entire body! That much was obvious.

So when he fell in love with the warmest dragon on Earthbread, he obtained his own personal heater; one could say.

Everywhere on their body, from head to toe was covered in a comforting warmth. Everywhere except for their claws, but.. he was okay with that.

Especially now, as the beams of the sunlight shined into their shared bedroom; he was quite warm with them around.

Their arms were tangled around one-another’s body, the two huddling for warmth under their covers as the violet dragon’s claws dug deep into the back of their lover.

They always did this when they cuddled, but they always made sure it was gentle.. even when asleep, somehow. As if it was a subconscious thing.

His eyes fluttered open, staring in awe at the sight for a moment before a soft smile began to creep up his lips.

He enjoyed the small moments like this, waking up in the morning as the sun slowly rose up and above the hills of Earthbread.

Luckily, he had nothing planned today. So he opted for staying in bed with them, his head settling in the crook of their neck as he slowly drifted off back to sleep.

Life was better this way.

[lilacthebooklover]

since the new crk theatre of lies update ruined me, i've decided to open up sfw writing requests about it! requests are open until around february 18 or so, i'll always respond to your asks, and i hope i will be able to complete anything you wish for me to write- all you have to do is ask :D

[celestialprincesse]

the way you write Simon is so fluffy and lovely!!! If you’re open to requests, I’m imagining having to run some errands late at night and simon’s just standing behind you… just hovering, watching over you. To passerby’s, he probably looks like a weirdo LMAO. You probably have to tell the cashier at the grocery store that he’s just your overprotective husband and not an obsessive stalker :(

I fear I've been neglecting my citizens so please, take some more fluff (because it's the only thing I can even think about writing rn)

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Running errands has become significantly easier since you started dating Simon. Those assholes that used to cut into the grocery line before you? Yeah, they don't even think to do that. The creepy guy who'd leer at you from his porch when you went to put walk the dog, forcing you to take the long route? Scared shitless.

The corner shop you'd run to for a pint of milk and some other essentials used to be a reluctant journey, car keys between knuckles and location on - a fearful feeling of the past you've grown unfamiliar with. All thanks to your second shadow you'd somehow acquired like a stray cat off the street - a very scary stray who'd taken to you like a duck to water, as a partner and some kind of ward.

You've grown somewhat desensitised to the intrigued looks thrown your way as you flit around with the grim reaper following wordlessly at your heels, loyal and ever vigilant, making sure you're not only safe, but comfortable too.

"You alright, Miss?" The sweet cashier, Deborah, questions conspiratorially, looking between yourself and Simon, standing with the toe of his shoes touching the heel of yours, possessive. She looks at him more like Hades than some slightly awkward bloke from Manchester you'd somehow found yourself in a relationship with. "Mhm." You chirp absently, plopping your essentials down on the counter as you root through your wallet. "This is Simon, by the way. Boyfriend."

She looks visibly relieved by your words, if not slightly suspicious despite your assurances, leading you to nudge Simon with your elbow to his abdomen, reminding him to shoot a tight-lipped smile in her direction.

"Seven fifty, please."

Swiping your card, Simon diligently takes your groceries, giving Deborah a nod of thanks as the two of you make your way from the shop. Simon, for all of his setbacks and his slight social ineptitude, is just about as loyal as they come when it comes to you, and you can't help but to feel grateful for it.

✮⋆˙

[sugojosgf]

nanami buys you coffee

fluff + pre (established relationship) + slight age gap

berri: based on these headcanons, i'll probably write each one individually if i have time 😊🩷

being an intern is ... hard. the pay is barely anything, the work load makes death look appealing and the managers ,,,, well, they hate you. at least they act like they do.

after a long morning of shadow work and running after your manager to print individual copies of meeting documents, you are sick. all you want to do is go home and pass out for the rest of the day.

you didn't have time for breakfast and with all the running around, not enough for even a pick-me-up drink. it's exhausting and you hate it,,, but you need this stupid internship.

after a quick sob session in the restroom, you come back to throw yourself on a spinning chair that you are convinced is going to be the root cause of your premature back pain.

you are busy muttering curses under your breath when you hear someone clearing their throat.

you turn your chair to see fucking nanami kento, a senior manager in the company and your work crush.

he is so cool, you've seen him diffuse the most complex situations in seconds and he's always so humble about it. never too proud despite his insane skill level.

"... everything good?" he asks, voice deep enough to make your body react on its own. you take a good thirty seconds to realise that he's talking to you.

eyes wide and lips parted, you answer.

"y-yes sir! of course, do you need me to print any documents?" you ask, palms sweating.

and he laughs.

he fucking laughs and it is the best thing you've ever heard. it's low and gritty but god he sounds so good laughing.

"sir? nanami is more than enough." he then looks around awkwardly before handing you something. you finally notice the coffee cup in his hand.

"huh?" "it's for you."

"oh." you giggle. you take a sip and it's perfect.

the temperature is not too hot, the coffee is not too sweet and it's the right ratio of whipped cream to milk. you don't know what he ordered but you do know that you can't go back to drinking normal coffee.

"uhm- thank you!!" you swallow, "this is perfect! but is there like an employee event today?" you still don't know why he got you the coffee.

"oh,," he chuckles, "no, i just wanted to see you smile."

[shmolish]

AN: Def seems like the person to deny being sick, and act like a little bastard, and not take medicine, and just act whiney and clingy

Sick! Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader

Oneshot (headcanons below)

Warnings: idk, just a silly little post of our favorite trickster ☆☆☆

-Sick-

"Shadow Milk, you have to take the medicine or you're not going to get better!"

"I already told you- It's gross and I don't wanna!"

This back and forth had been going on for who knows how long.

You see, Shadow Milk had caught a cold, and you have been trying to get him to take medicine to recover. The only problem was, he was being a stubborn little brat.

"And I'm fine! It's just a cough. I'm not even sick-"

Oh, and there was that too. He kept insisting that he was fine when he clearly wasn't.

"You threw up an hour ago."

"That's unrelated."

You frowned.

"If you don't take it then I'm going to become sick. You would want that, right?"

He glared at you. "I don't like how you're using your own health against mine," he'd say.

"Fine, give it here," he reached his hand out for the bottle of medicine, to which you happily gave him.

Then he began to gulp it down by the bottle-full.

"MILKTHATSNOTHOWYOURESUPPOSEDTOTAKETHEMEDICINE-" You'd scream out in mild panic.

"Just be grateful I'm even taking it in the first place!" He'd hiss.

He finished the entire bottle.

"This stuff tastes gross. I don't know how you normal people do it," He'd stick out his tongue, and you would snatch the now empty bottle from his hands.

"That's because you're not supposed to drink all of it."

"Yada Yada, rules aren't really my thing, doll. Anyway, am I like.. not sick anymore?"

What a clueless, loveable, idiot.

"...No. You have to wait a while,"

He had a disgusted look on his face.

"Are you serious? I drank that whole bottle and it doesn't even cure me? That's such a scandal." He would cross his arms.

"Again, you weren't supposed to drink it all."

"Yeah yeah, my bad. Now hurry up and cuddle me. It's been much to long since I've last had you in my arms." He would reach his arms out for you, making grabbing hands and a pouting face.

"No way- I don't want to catch what you have."

He ignored your response and snatched you under the covers with him.

You were really stuck now. You both know that if Shadow Milk wants something, it's his. And in the current moment, he wanted your attention.

"If you do end up getting sick, then I'll be the one to take care of you."

It was going to be a long week.

Headcanons ☆

Runs around the house to avoid taking medicine

Denies being sick, even though he sneezes like every five seconds

Refuses to rest

Will get abnormaly warm, but will still complain about being cold

Will cuddle you in the night and you're legit overheating

He says sorry but doesn't do anything about it

Either takes all of the blankets from you, or puts ALL of the blankets on both of you

Either way, he uses all of the blankets

Ten times clingy, but he insists its for 'no reason in particular.'

Gets so whiney and needy

If he doesn't have your attention 24/7 he screams

Will 100% use his sick status to avoid responsibilities

Still a flirty bastard

If he ever seems to get randomly better, he'll say it's because of your love

One time has attempted to start an... interesting doctor and patient role play

You shut down the idea quickly and he wouldn't stop nagging you about it for the rest of the day

[missydior]

milk & honey ౨ৎ

♡: slow and peaceful saturdays with the love of your life.

notes: charles leclerc/reader, established relationship, fluff.

a/n: this is my first uploaded piece on my new blog so please interact, give me feedback, leave a like, much appreciated <3 i listened to ‘la petite fille de la mer’ whilst i was writing this.

It is a gentle afternoon in the principality of Monaco: the skies a palette of pale lilac against the quilt of grey clouds in gentle rainfall that lingers with a hint of petrichor, a slow and familiar hustle amongst the streets of smooth stone and Belle Époque architecture where a stray cat wanders her path before disappearing once more into the alcoves of an alley.

After a slow dawn of waking amongst a mess of clean, linen sheets, feathered pillows, and tangled limbs where the heavy, velvet curtains danced serenely in some lovers' waltz, hiding the bedroom in some quiet bask, the both of you enjoyed breakfast over almond croissants, blueberries stolen from one another's plates and your usual café au lait – half a sugar, more milk than deemed necessary, just as Charles knows you love it – before you had walked around the neighbourhood by eleven o'clock to at least feel somewhat productive.

Even when the both of you only wanted to lounge endlessly after returning from Montréal the day before.

Despite finishing 4th and not quite following through in his hopes in securing an awarding podium and a taste of sweet champagne, faced with the recent difficulties of upgrades, he had come to accept and delight in his small succession nonetheless with you by his side, forever proud regardless.

Phones on mute, the rest of society blissfully forgotten and only each other to indulge in, it is pure bliss; perfect heaven.

"Hm, you smell nice," By two o'clock – after a light luncheon on the balcony overlooking the beauty of the Côte d'Azur – you are dozing idly about the plush invitation of the sofa, his voice a hushed murmur near the side of your neck where lips ghost over in something close to a kiss when he speaks.

Charles is half-draped over your own figure, though his weight is comfortably balanced by an elbow against a sewn cushion, some kind of Jardin De Fleurs -inspired embroidery made and gifted by your grandmother, with ankles locked about each other and your soft-skinned palm tracing his shoulder through the white linen of his shirt.

For a moment, a quietude settles between you once more and you welcome the entwined curl of his lithe fingers around your own when his hand drifts higher from the inside of your wrist absently like some unspoken 'I love you' before his mouth meets yours.

It is slow and sweet, the kind of kisses you savour in committing to memory each and every time, and he can taste remnants of sweetened milk & honey tea on your breath that is so apparently mundane but equally unique to you alone.

When your head tilts back against the cushions – hair falling about like an angel's halo – and Charles shifts his own body further, closer, above you, his hands come to cradle either side of your lovely face, his thumbs grazing the delicate line of your cheekbones, his nose brushing lightly against the bridge of your own.

He kisses your brow, then the bridge of your nose, the apples of your cheeks, and finally your mouth again, all in that order, before breaking away for air.

"What was that for?" Voice hardly a demure whisper, you gaze at him through the veil of your lashes in some lovesick delight where your mouth threatens to curve against a hushed giggle, your own touch idly feeling along the carved line of his jaw like intricate marble where a dusting of five o'clock shadow lingers from a few days' worth. You secretly adore it, how it feels.

Charles smiles – all beautiful, revealed dimples and a glimmer in his eyes that remind of leaves in late August – and brushes a stray hair behind the shell of your ear. He takes a moment, his gaze lingering about the lines of your visage as if falling in love again, everyday. "For no particular reason, ma chérie, just because I want to."

Then he is leaning down to meet you again just as you welcome the embrace without question, only allowing yourself to melt further into the serenity of some lovesick truth as your arms drape about his shoulders faintly.

"Je pense..." Charles' mouth drifts down from yours slowly in a trail of kisses about your chin in his verbalised albeit quiet musings before lips slant together again and he encourages you to open for him, tasting, feeling, his tongue teasing over yours in a caress, "That I don't need a reason to kiss you."

In some silent, earnest contentment, you agree, because you could never refuse or object to the intimacy of his kisses and touches.

Mouth curving upwards against his, you let your fingertips feel the trimmed, soft hairs at his nape against tousled brunet tresses whilst breathing him in: Ombré Nomade cologne, hints of something akin to cedarwood against raspberry, incense and warm amber, against his natural pheromones. Home.

Feeling the lean muscles against his back through the soft fabric, toying only subtly with the subtle drag of teeth against his plush lower-lip whilst your eyes remain blissfully closed, you meet the faintest resonance of a sound from the back of his throat like a purr when he sucks upon your tongue with the same touch of loving.

"Vous êtes si belle," He sighs the compliments against you in sweet nothings and unabashed confessions, his own touch ghosting over the curves of your waist through the ivory, lace camisole hugging your physique, thumbs fleeting over the jut of your hip-bone before drifting higher once more.

It is when idle strokes are felt over your rib cage that you unconsciously emit a breathless, flushed sound of laughter against him before you can help yourself, instinctively shrinking against the touch whilst earning a look from him as he draws away fractionally with arched brows.

"Ticklish, are we, ma chérie?"

Your mouth parts for a retort or quick dismissal out of bashfulness – even when you know that he already knows too, given the Monégasque has the privilege to know each intimate, secretive and wholehearted truth about you – though the words die on your tongue the moment his fingertips continue their ministrations over your sides.

You cannot stop the serenade of laughter from leaving you, not when you are entirely vulnerable beneath, and a warmth settles in your chest when the corners of his eyes crinkle in a genuine smile as he continues tickling you.

"Arrêt–" A breathless gasp of imploration, palms that reach to try and draw him away with a shove at his chest though your rosé cheeks hurt from the depth of your raw, honest smiles, "Charles." ꒰ stop ꒱

Chuckling lowly, the man offers you the respite of mercy as he comes to a halt and kisses the corner of your mouth intimately, instead allowing his hands to feel the curve of your lower-back and the notches of your vertebrae until eyes meet in the peace of the afternoon, otherwise silent save for the lull of Lana del Rey from the kitchenette radio.

"Je t'aime." ꒰ i love you ꒱

He kisses you again and it is rich in his responding, ardent devotion to you, letting the faint remnants of your lipstick smear his own mouth like the prints you leave on hand-written love letters of cursive Française just for him in your diaries, the cashmere throw forgotten about your feet on the other end of the chaise lounge whilst rain continues.

"Je t'aime aussi, pour toujours." ꒰ i love you too, forever ꒱

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© missydior

[suashii]

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝐵𝒜𝐵𝒴 𝐼𝒯'𝒮 𝒞𝒪𝐿𝒟 𝒪𝒰𝒯𝒮𝐼𝒟𝐸

info ⭑ nagi seishiro x reader ﾉ 0.9k wc ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff 

note ⭑ something short and sweet for the boy! it's been a while since i've written so forgive me if i'm rusty :3 

“jeez, sei, walk any closer and people might start thinking you’re my shadow,” you mumble into your scarf, tipping your chin up so your next words will be more audible. you’re walking home with nagi now but instead of the man taking steps beside you, he’s closely tracing your footsteps, arms wrapped around you and his hands stuffed in your pockets with yours. 

he’s stuck to you like super glue—like you’re his personal space heater.

“can’t help it,” he speaks up from behind you. if he’s able to get any closer, he does with his words. “it’s starting to get cold.”

besides being a notorious homebody, your boyfriend hates the cold. he hates how it makes his fingertips numb and his skin flush bright red and he especially hates how it makes his nose runny. even now, when the temperatures have yet to hit their coldest, he has a coat zipped up over his hoodie and a crochet bunny beanie sitting atop his head. snowy tufts of hair stick out from the hat but he’s sure to have the tops of his ears tucked away.

“poor baby,” you coo, fumbling for his hand in your pocket. you give it a squeeze before bringing up a suggestion that might help chase the chill away. “want some hot chocolate when we get home?”

you can practically feel him perk up behind you at the offer. nagi may hate the cold, but he loves getting warmed up—especially if it’s with you. he settles his chin on the top of your head and hums a confirmation, the vibration giving you all the answer you need.

he can’t see it, but you smile as you give his hand another loving squeeze. “anything for you, my snow prince.”

nagi groans at the unwanted nickname but it does little–nothing, really–to deter him from hanging off of you the rest of the way home.

it’s not long before the two of you are back at your apartment, settling into the warmth of the unit. while nagi readies the living room for your cozy night in, you stand at the counter with two mugs in front of you and a pot of milk heating up on the stove. the lyrics of the song that’s been stuck in your head these days drift through the air as you make your way about the kitchen to grab whipped cream from the fridge and marshmallows from the pantry.

when you’re back at your workstation and preparing to assemble your warm drinks, you call out for nagi. he’s particularly picky when it comes to the ratio of toppings and you’ve learned it’s best to simply have him supervise. you expect to hear his heavy footsteps alerting you of his arrival but are instead met with his icy hands snaking up beneath your hoodie.

you flinch and then squeal at the sensation, turning around in his hold to scold him. “sei! your hands are freezing!”

any attempt to push him away is futile. despite his lazy exterior characterized by oversized clothes and his floppy-eared hat, nagi is stronger than he looks. his grasp isn’t painful but it’s firm, like he has no intention of letting you go.

he pulls you closer and buries his head into your neck. his voice is muffled when he says, “i know,” he draws out the vowel, “but you aren’t. just help me get warm.”

“i’m trying to do that but it’s a bit hard when your ice packs for hands are up my shirt.” you turn your head to leave a kiss behind his ear as an incentive for him to let you get back to your task. it works, nagi loosening his hold on you in favor of standing at your side. there’s a pout on his lips but he silently watches and waits for you to continue making the drinks.

without the cute distraction, you’re able to pour the milk into each of the mugs and combine the liquid and powder to make the rich, chocolatey base. you add a pretty swirl of whipped cream to your cup before turning to nagi and spraying some of the sweet foam into his mouth. his cheeks puff out and you giggle at the sight before returning your attention to the mugs and beginning to add the whipped topping to nagi’s. through a mouthful, he tells you when to stop.

fluffy marshmallows come next. you sprinkle the minis on between each cup, glancing at nagi to see when you’ve reached his desired amount. he licks the lingering cream off of his lips while he nods in a silent gesture for you to continue. you’re sure you’re going to run out of space to pile them on when he finally says you’ve added enough. like usually, you dig into the bag for a few more of the bouncy treats to feed to your boyfriend.

he happily chews away while you return the ingredients to their place in the kitchen. you join him at the counter as he’s swallowing and like a magnet, he pulls you into him. you don’t fight it this time, choosing to melt into his hold instead.

nagi dips his head down, whispering a quiet, “thank you,” against your lips before capturing them in a kiss. he tastes like dessert, his mouth sweet from the whipped cream and marshmallows, lips soft from the chapstick he’s consistent about putting on in the colder months. and, unlike the rest of him, they’re warm.

you pull away with a smile, jerking your head in the direction of the mugs. “shall we go get warm under the blanket?”

he nods. “sounds good.”

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