#cookie headcannons

[angel5ofp0rn]

Young!Price x f!younger!reader

where u and ExHusband!Price first meet 🤭

TW (?) age gap. legal (21&30-something), but still an age gap

got a lil lazy at the end; just a dash of secks

“Jus’ one more.” You giggle to your friends, making your way through the crowd and over to the bar.

Another one more.

The bartender shakes his head when you approach.

For the fourth time.

“What’ll it be this time, kid?”

“Dunno,” You shrug animatedly. You giggle again, your cheeks warm from the alcohol. “How about…”

You turn to one of the men sitting at the bar.

“What’re you drinking?” You point a manicured finger at a tall, balaclava-wearing man with dark eyes.

He glances towards you for just a moment before looking straight ahead again, mumbling a “whiskey” under his breath.

“Eww.” You scrunch your nose. “No, not that.”

You lean over a bit, hands on the bar, looking past the scary masked man and to the man next to him.

The… gorgeous, blue eyed, clean shaven man next to him.

“What’re- whoa.” Your eyes widen for a moment. “You’re, like… whoa.”

The man exhales a small, slightly amused chortle.

“Would you, like, ‘scuse us?” You ask the scarier man.

He stares you down for a moment.

You blink, waiting for him to move.

“F’r fuck’s sake…” The big guy grumbles, standing up from the barstool and disappearing somewhere in the bar.

You happily hop onto the stool once he’s gone.

You extend your arm to the gorgeous man, your tipsiness making you more fearless than usual.

“Hi. It’s m’birthday.”

“Is it, now?” His smooth, English voice drawls out as he shakes your hand.

“Mhm!” You nod, your grin growing.

The man nods, seemingly amused with your young, drunk self.

“Are you, like, an army guy or something?” You ask, glancing up and down at him in his fatigues.

He snorts.

“I am an army guy or something.” He confirms. “John Price.”

“John Price…” You tilt your head to the side, your long hair falling over your exposed shoulder in that tiny going out top you decided to wear.

“Price is cute. Y/N Price sounds good, right?” You ask aloud, not really to anyone in particular.

“Already planning on taking my last name, are you?” He raises his eyebrows at you, entertained by all of this.

Women come up to him all the time. Can’t really go anywhere without a few flirting with him, batting their eyelashes, playing coy about how badly they want to fuck a man in uniform.

But they’re never this bold.

Usually not this young, either.

You’re a good ten years younger than him, at least; the hell do you want with him?

“Y’know,” You continue, ignoring his question. “You have the prettiest blue eyes I’ve ever seen.”

He smirks.

“Y/N!” Your girl friend calls out, waving you over to her from across the room. “Let’s go dance!”

“Oh!” You grab John’s bicep. “I love dancing. Come dance with us!”

John shakes his head, dismissing the idea.

“Don’t dance.” He takes a swig of his beer. “But, eh… Kyle here-“ He pats the shoulder of another, younger, man on the right side of him. “-Kyle likes to dance. Don’t ya, Gaz?”

“I don’ wanna dance with him.” You shake your head with a frown.

“He’s a handsome young lad.” John continues talking up his buddy as if he’s a car salesman trying to sell you the Buick. “Why don’t you-“

You cut him off, rolling your eyes as if that was the dumbest suggestion you’ve ever heard.

“What’f I dance with Kyle and he r’lly likes me?” You slur a bit.

Kyle grins.

John snorts.

“Then he likes ya.”

“No!” You groan.

Drunken you really resembles a fussy toddler.

“I don’ want Kyle’s babies, I want your babies.”

John laughs.

Kyle chokes on his drink.

“You wanna have my babies, eh?”

“Uh-huh.” You nod confidently. “I wan’ a hundred blue-eyed babies tha’ look Just. Like. You.” You poke his chest in sync with the last three words.

John raises his eyebrow at that, taking another sip of his beer.

Your friends pull you to the dance floor by your arm.

You stumble off with them, looking back at John Price and what’s-his-name.

The men don't even glance back at you once you're gone.

They just laugh it off and continue chatting.

But you? You're not giving up that easily.

You let yourself be distracted for a while; dancing, shots, bathroom selfies, whatever.

But when you see John standing up from the bar, slapping some cash down for the bartender and heading towards the exit; you follow.

"John!" You grin, arms outstretched for a hug once you meet him in the parking lot.

"Christ, you're persistent, aren't ya?" John rubs his hand over his jaw.

Your arms hook around his neck, stumbling into him. He places his hands on your waist, steadying you so you don't completely fall.

“Can’t help it,” you sigh. “I go after what I want.”

You tilt your head back to see those crystal blues that made you talk to him in the first place.

John takes a step back, gently disentangling himself from your embrace. His expression is a mix of amusement and something else…

Perhaps a hint of concern.

That’s fair; you’ve just drunkenly followed a strange man outside at night.

"You're a bit too young for me, sweetheart," he says softly. "I think you should go back inside and enjoy the rest of your birthday with your friends."

"But I like you," you protest, your arms crossing over your chest.

He sighs, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I appreciate the sentiment, love, but it's best if you forget about me. I'm not the right guy for ya."

Your lower lip juts out. A proper pout.

“Ah, c’mon. Don’t give me that.” John chortles, crossing his own arms over his chest now. “Look, this isn’t what you want. Tomorrow mornin’… you’re gonna wake up without a single thought of me in your pretty li’l head.”

“You think I’m pretty?” You ask, missing the point completely.

John looks as if he could laugh, but he doesn’t.

“I do.” John nods curtly. “I think you’re fuckin’ beautiful… but you’ve had too much to drink, haven’t you? Why don’t you let me get you an Uber, at least. Make sure ya get some safe ‘n sound.”

You reluctantly accept his offer, standing by his side as the two of you wait for your rides.

Ride.

Because you might as well share one, right?

And once you get to your place, he might as well walk you up.

You’d just be plain rude if you didn’t invite him in; he’d be a jerk if he didn’t accept the invitation.

Sure, he’ll help you remove your heels, but then he really should get going.

But then your hand touches his face when his head is near your knees.

He looks up. You rub your thumb over his jaw.

“Look-“

“‘m jus’ looking at you.”

He really, really should get going.

“Stay with me.” You beg.

“I can’t stay with you, love. I’ve gotta go now.”

He pulls the covers over you, brushes the hair away from your face, he has you text your friends to let them know you’re okay, and he’s gone…

…until the next morning, when he knocks on your door bright and early because, wouldn’t you know it, he accidentally took your phone home and he’s here to return it.

(He totally didn’t pocket it so he’d have an excuse to see you again.)

Since you’re both awake and have no plans, you might as well go to breakfast, right?

“I’m not going anywhere.” You groan, rubbing your puffy eyes.

“Go on. Get showered.” He sits on your sofa, hands folded behind his head. “I’ll wait.”

You didn’t even make it to breakfast.

Ended up having him pull over behind some trees along the way, straddling him in the driver’s seat, bouncing on his thick cock while he murmured praises about how well you’re taking him.

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[imaginariumwanderer]

Height differences

[pukefactory]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ BRUISED MOON ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

⏾⋆ Summary: Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader headcanons

⏾⋆ Character(s): Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run Kingdom)

⏾⋆ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

⏾⋆ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

⏾⋆ Image Credits: Devsisters

✶ Shadow Milk Cookie adores an audience, but you? You are his audience. He performs for you, tailors his illusions to dazzle, to enthrall, to catch the glint in your eyes when reality blurs into something surreal. He studies your every reaction more intently than his own performances, dissecting what makes you flinch, what draws a smile, what sends that delightful shiver down your spine.

✶ With him, affection is never simple. It is grandiose, exaggerated—a dramatic tilt of his head as he presses a teasing kiss to your knuckles, a flourish of his staff as he conjures a bouquet that wasn’t there moments before. He does not merely say he adores you—he proclaims it, spinning saccharine, extravagant words that momentarily make you forget the underlying tension laced within his presence.

✶ He is always testing you, just as he does everyone else. But unlike the others, whom he toys with only to break; you are tested to see if you will stay. Will you see through his illusions? Will you recoil when his shadows creep too close? Will you falter when his temper slips, when the jester’s smile cracks? He watches you with the countless eyes hidden in his hair, all of them waiting for the moment you decide he is too much. And when that moment comes, what will you do?

✶ For someone who thrives on deceit, you are the closest thing he has to the truth. Twisted, of course, it always is, but truth nonetheless. There is an honesty in the way he leans just a little closer to you, in the way his illusions soften when you are near. He will never admit it outright, he would never grant you that satisfaction, but when the show is over, when the audience has gone and only the two of you remain, his mask slips. Just a little.

✶ If he wished, he could weave an entire world just for you. In fact, he has. A reality sculpted at his whim, where you are the centerpiece, the muse, the star of his grandest performance. But would you even notice? Would you care? Does it matter? As long as you remain, as long as your eyes are on him, what difference does it make if the world outside his illusions crumbles away? Whether you play along willingly or struggle to escape, your presence alone satisfies him.

✶ His presence is suffocating—in the most intoxicating way. A whisper curling around your ear like a phantom’s breath, a shadow at your back even when you believe yourself alone. His fingers ghost over your skin, barely there, teasing, taunting. He is everywhere and nowhere, watching, waiting. And when he finally does touch you in earnest, it is possessive, consuming—an unspoken claim that you are his, whether you realize it or not.

✶ He never says he is jealous. No, no—where would be the fun in that? Instead, his illusions grow more insidious, whispers twist into rumors, little tricks designed to pull your attention back to him. He turns conversations into riddles, spins falsehoods into reality—anything to remind you that he is the most fascinating thing in your world. And should someone else attempt to steal your focus? Well. Accidents happen.

✶ Those eerie, floating eyes, watching, blinking, shifting colors with his every emotion, fixate on you more often than not. They follow even when he is nowhere to be seen. A silent reminder: he sees you. He always sees you. Whether you find it endearing or terrifying is inconsequential. He is there, whether you acknowledge him or not.

✶ With him, everything is a game, and the game is control. He spins words like silk, illusions like honey, so sweet, so enticing. He makes you question what is real, makes you wonder if you were the one who misunderstood all along. He does not need to force you into his arms, he makes you want to be there. Need to be there. After all, who else could offer a world so vivid, so thrilling? Only he can.

✶ There is no end to this performance, no final bow where he lets you go. He will play the fool, the villain, the lover—whatever it takes to keep you within his act. Because, in truth, the only thing more terrifying than being caught in his web, is the thought of the stage going dark without you on it.

[cosmicwhoreo]

Can I interest you in some guppy Black Pearl art in these trying timez? (with a hint of Grand Reef Cookie, of course!)

believe it or not, I had these doodled before the update! Granted, bp was colored slightly different than now, but it's easy to fix that with pixels~! Frankly my ideas on how my shining grandpapa Grand Reef haven't changed much! In fact, I think the conformation that bp has (or had) sisters helps me! All that really changed is that merbabies leave the reef at a certain age to go with their pod of siblings to their kingdom and be a good citizen or whatnot-

AND BECAUSE I'M ME~

Yes, I know logistically there is no way in HELL these two would have ever met as kids; But that's what AUs are fooooooooor~~~~ SO SHUSHH

[fluff-n-cookies]

Hey, love! I’m new to this, so sorry if I’m doing this wrong :) You can call me Moon btw. I love your writing and appreciate how it’s all platonic!!!! I was wondering if you could do Aizawa (and maybe Mic or whoever else you want) with an introverted teen he took in asking to braid his hair, and getting lost in thought and humming while listening to him complain about work or something. It’s fine if not <3333

Hi Moon! It's nice to meet you! I am so so so so sorry for replying so late. I was feeling burnt out and just really needed a break. I hope you understand. I was also hoping I could use this prompt for other characters so if you’ll give me permission I’d love to use your idea again for different characters. :)

Aizawa never liked coming home. He never liked the blinding white light bulbs that came with his crappy apartment and was too lazy to change, he didn’t like the smell of coffee and dirty dishes he felt were too overwhelming to do. He used to only have the energy to eat some soggy cereal and pass out on the couch before getting up to do hero work in the morning, or 2 am, or come home at 11 pm but that didn’t matter, it was just the same thing every day. 

But now, he had you. Being the sole survivor of a strange house fire at 1 am and having no memories whatsoever and having been considered shy and introverted. You were one with no guidance, no past and a future unknown and uncharted. And while you had been proven to have the intelligence of a child your age and then some, you had little to no knowledge of much else. You were a young girl in need of love and protection. (at least to him.)

So he took you in, begrudgingly, at first, but he soon felt a sense of comfort in your presence, a sense of happiness even. 

He even decided to pick up a parenting book or two, and found some mommy bloggers as well. I mean, what else is a man to do except try and be a good parent to a child he loves ever so dearly?

He learned he needed to make food for said child, instead of living off take out and what he can find at the convenience store next door. Children also need to live in a clean environment, so that is what he did, he tries to at least do the dishes and laundry regularly now. 

Guess he needs to listen too, because he often finds himself listening to your rants about school and homework, as well as the rants of your hobbies, about what you did today, how you felt today, so many things. And I guess, just a hunch, that his life was finally falling into rhythm. 

But it remained mostly the same.

Tonight was no different.

It goes;come home, take off shoes and coat, check if you’re awake, make some ramen (and some for you too if you are awake.) complain, go to bed. 

So here he is, tiptoeing to your room at the end of the hallway, careful not to wake you if you are asleep. Only to find that you are, in fact, awake. The warm light bulbs he installed in your room peaked through the crack in the door you had left for the cat to come at the ungodly hours of the night. You could also see the various trinkets and hobbies you had picked up over your 4 years of living together and made your room the heart of the whole apartment. Lively and bright. And there you were, hunched over your desk watching a video on your computer, fiddling with a piece of origami paper, attentively following the instructions from the video to try and make an origami frog. 

It took about 10 seconds to recognize he was there, smiling, happily at your antics. You smiled a little, but that smile made it all worth it to do what he does, be a hero and a single parent both at the same time, a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. You did a little run too, you ran a little run to get to him but still tried to be light on your feet so as not to bother the neighbors.

Always so considerate. He thought. 

It was a regular routine really, for him to get you from your room and make some ramen, but as you two sat on the couch, TV was buzzing with the latest new stories (who needs a dining room table? Just use the couch! Why waste the space? It is the perfect space for your plants so for your plants it will be!) Something different happened today. 

For in the smallest little voice, he heard you squeak out,

 “c-can I braid your hair.” a slight tremble in your voice 

Now that was a surprise,

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m sorry, I meant it as in can I do your hair, I’m sorry I shou-”

“Sure.” he replied nonchalantly.

“What?” 

“You can braid my hair. Go on, the hair ties are in the bathroom.”

“Oh.” there was a pause. “Okay.”

Here he was, out in the dead of night at 12 in the morning, a young girl braiding his black locks of hair while he complained about PresentMic’s antics while eating convenience store ramen. For once in his life he felt at peace, as the world slowed down he felt himself slowly understanding. Understanding that it may be over, the repetitive nights of the never ending loneliness. It’s over.

And it starts here, with you, with tonight where you braid his hair and listen to him rant about the outside world. But here it’s safe, in this crappy apartment with the cool light bulbs and the distant stench of dirty dishes and the coffee he had this morning. It's okay. Life is okay.

Maybe he wasn’t doomed to have the same routine every day over and over again.

[asillylittlecreature]

sexuality headcannon about CRK because yes

Pure Vanilla is pan

White Lily is straight/ally

Dark cacao is ace-spec and bi

Hollyberry is pan

Golden cheese is Bi

Shadow Milk is bi

Burning Spice is (help idk if he gives off aro/ace or gay vibes more)

Mystic Flour is Aro/ace

Also no spoilers I haven't reached beast yeast yet

[kalopses-sonderes]

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Ft: Pure Vanilla Cookie, Dark Cacao Cookie, Eclair Cookie, Madeleine Cookie, Espresso Cookie, and Lilac Cookie

A/n: first post back! Wanted to start small with headcanons to get back into the groove before doing full fics again

Pure Vanilla Cookie

He smiles and cups your cheeks. He quickly agrees saying he’d love you no matter what form you have. He’d hold you close and kisses you.

“Of course I’d love you if you were a worm!”

Dark Cacao Cookie

He’d just stare at you, not sure how to answer that question. Are you about to turn into a worm? Is there is something you’re not telling him? Is this a joke? He doesn’t give you clear answer.

“…what?”

Eclair Cookie

He’d stop what he was doing and slowly looked at you. He started to think over history if anyone has turned into a worm. He does look for transformation books, hoping to stop the transformation.

“Are you turning into a worm?!”

Madeleine Cookie

Similar to Pure Vanilla, He’d pick you up and kiss you. He’d hold you close and show off his beautiful smile.

“I’d love you no matter what you look like! But would you love me if I was a worm?”

Espresso Cookie

He makes a disgusted face and shakes his head and continues on with his work. He is very concerned for you and how came up with such an odd question.

“Where did you get that question from? Was it Madeleine Cookie?”

Lilac Cookie

He thinks about how to answer the question. If he says no, you’ll be sad. If he says yes, you’re happy but its weird. He takes a little more time before speaking.

“..Yes..”

Taglist:

A/n: I want to start fresh with my Taglist! Dm me or send an ask to be added!

[stories4eve]

HEADCANNON DUMP ABT SHADOW VANI KIDDOS #1

Frozen Yogurt, (thank you to the person who gave me their names BTW I love u sm/p) was born blind which is why they have the eye cover ^_^

Cream Vanilla adores both of her parents, but loves to hang around Shadow more since he'll let her get away with more stuff.. like ALOT more.

Frozen Yogurt likes Vanilla better and it's obvious because even as a baby he HATED when Shadow would hold him. Like cried and everything.

AND ALSO:

(They were both complete accidents. Take that as you will.)

[balljointed-godess]

ok time to yap

so like do you guys think that shadow milk was the last one to go insane and he watched all his friends loose their minds and he saught out the witches for help and he saw them eating cookies and when he tried to tell everyone they labled him as a liar wich was the straw that broke the camels back and he corrupted bc thats what i think

[damagedghoulette]

Ghoul cookies part 2

Three’s/Damaged thoughts - Part 12

Some of them got smooshed while moving or I didn’t press the cutter hard enough (so we don’t show those)

But tada! 🎉 Sugar cookies

Make them here

[thenerdy-artist]

"Come outside, we won't jump you :)" ahh

[nova-moshi]

In the midst of writing my fic, I had to wip this up to visualize it.

Found family but make it aspec!

Headcannons under the cut about sexual preference, nothing explicit <3

Cacao only sometimes feels sexual attraction but he has no desire for any kind of romantic/sexual relationship, his friends are good enough at making him feel fulfilled. Especially when he gets pulled into an impromptu cuddle session by the fire.

Cheese wants a relationship at some point, but realizes that she doesn't feel any type of way for anyone, and she's completely sex repulsed, let her shower a future lover in gifts any day to show how much she cares. Sometimes it feels like she doesn't want physical affection at all and other times she's stuck to her friend's sides like a cuddlebug- it changes day by day!

A relationship isn't important to Hollyberry (at the current moment) but she won't feel sexual desire towards anyone unless she's in a committed relationship, and even then it's like...barely there. Not something important to her at the end of the day.

White Lily is interested by the idea of sexual reproduction specifically, but not the act itself, likewise she wants to do it once to knock it off a checklist in her mind and then never talk about it again, she doesn't feel sexual attraction in any case.

Pure Vanilla is just, asexual. Doesn't care about it at all, barely thinks about it really, it's not something that interests or matters to him and not something he's ever thought about doing. If the aforementioned Lily ever brought the subject up to him however, he would be very knowledgeable about it.

Grand group scheme of things: Cacao and Cheese's banter is them getting along swimmingly, Cheese and Holly fulfill the need for being intimate with each other, and Lily and Vanilla are just those idiots in love. Smaller interpersonal things are there, but this is the main meat and potatoes.

[thebeingmerf]

Cookie run Headcanon designs (part 2/?)

Blackberry, Black Garlic, and Black Lemonade

Black / White Pearl

Black Raisin, Black Sapphire, and Black Sugar Swan

Blueberry, Blueberry Pie, and Blue Lily

Blue Slushy, Buckwheat, and Bumbleberry

Burning Spice

Burnt Cheesw, ButterBear, and Buttercream Choco

Butter Pretzel, Butter Roll, and Butter Squid

Camellia, CandleLight, and Candy Apple / Apple Faerie

Candy Corn, Candy Diver, Candy Drop, and Cannoli

[cosmicwhoreo]

Apparently I gots to rename what I call this lil bleep

Cuz he's actually a SPONGE (according to a friend 'o mine, dam u squeebus/silly)

blue tube sponge specifically- gonna just call him Blue Sponge for simplicities sake

[moon0shadow]

A Dumb Little Survey/Game for no reason: The Order of the Virtue's Corruption. (Headcannon)

The Cookie with the Highest Votes = The First Virtue who corrupted.

↓

The Cookie with the Lowest Votes = The Last Virtue who corrupted.

[the-kingdom-of-resolution]

//messing around with the character hc generator!

[Dark Cacao Cookie is unemployed.]

"This is nonsense. How would i be unemployed if i'm already a king, and a warrior?"

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[Caramel Arrow Cookie's favorite color is pink.]

"That's... sort of embarassing, considering the kingdom's dark nature, but i can't deny that pink is a pretty color."

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[Crunchy Chip Cookie watches My Little Pony]

"It's a good show, alright?!"

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[Dark Choco Cookie got hit by a bus once.]

"I don't think that happened, did it...?"

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[Affogato Cookie has a very low alcohol tolerance.]

"Wh- How dare you say that about me?" <- (denial)