#oh and if you get the reference you get a cookie

[azriona]

Captain America's Birthday Cookies (a NATFK ficlet)

Summary:

Never, ever attempt to troll Steve Rogers. Especially when it involves cookies.

Steve Rogers & Reader, Steve's Birthday, General Audiences. Technically part of the NAFTK 'verse but can be read independently.

Based on this tumblr post.

This fic fulfills two separate Steve Rogers birthday challenges.

The Build-a-Steve Party Bingo from @avengers-assemble-bingo: it fills Reader / Baked Goods / Costumes / I understood that reference (sort of) / Going Out. I used different music, though. 😉

Steve's Birthday Calendar from @stevesbirthdaycalendar: July 3 is Steve and Food; there are so. many. cookies in here. I've also linked to recipes so you can make them yourselves!

Enjoy the fic, and Happy Steve's Birthday! 🎆🎉🎊🎈

Please navigate to my MCU masterlist for other stories & AO3 links.

You set the plate of cookies on the coffee table in front of Steve after dinner, along with a glass half full of milk, and a cheerful, “Here you go, the yearly offering.”

Steve looks up from his sketchpad and frowns at the cookies. “The yearly what now?”

You smack Clint’s hand as he reaches for a cookie. “Stop that, they’re Captain America cookies.”

“Captain America cookies?” says Natasha flatly, looking up from her book.

You stare at the rest of them. “Seriously? No one in PR has told you guys about this yet?”

“Nooo,” says Steve slowly, still focused on the cookies. “But now I’m afraid to ask.”

You sigh. “Fine. There’s been this meme for the last, I don’t know, five years or so. On July 4th Eve, good patriotic little boys and girls leave out cookies and milk for Captain America, who will come by their houses after they go to sleep and leave behind truth, liberty, justice, and the American way.”

You motion to the cookies and milk in front of Steve, as if the rest is self-explanatory.

Bucky, somewhere on the couches, begins to snort with amusement.

“July 4th Eve,” says Steve, skeptical.

“Look, I did not make this up,” you say.

“She didn’t,” says Natasha, scrolling on her phone. “It’s a thing.”

“No shit,” says Sam, delighted. “Hand that over, lemme see.”

“Kiddo,” says Tony, possibly even more delighted, which also passes for devious. “Please, please tell me you did this growing up.”

You’re about to say no…

But then you see the stricken look on Steve’s face.

And the way Bucky is still snickering behind him.

And Clint already pulling out his phone.

“Every year,” you say, as wistful and pitiful as you can manage. “Sugar cookies. Chocolate chip cookies. Oreo cookies. The most American cookies I could find, except that one year I was totally obsessed with biscotti. I guess they’re not American enough, though, because you never came.”

Steve’s eyes narrow, as if he senses that Someone is Mocking Patriotism. Well, you’ve got two choices now: either pull it back, or… lay it on thicker.

Bucky’s laid out on the couch, biting a pillow to keep from laughing. Sam’s texting hard on his phone, grinning like mad. And Clint? He’s filming this on his phone.

Really, it’s not like you have a choice here.

“I’m just thinking of all those little boys and girls out there, trying so hard to be the best possible patriotic Americans that they can be,” you say earnestly, folding your hands together, like you’re pleading. “Think of the children, Steve. Third, second, first generation Americans, who have grown up knowing that Captain America believes in them and wants them to know about justice and liberty. All their truths super self-evident. So many little American babies, hoping and wishing that they’ll get a visit from Captain America, who will give them the confidence to know… okay, yeah, I can’t do this,” you admit, giving up as laughter overtakes you.

Steve shakes his head slowly. “You almost got me.”

“Oh, seriously?” you groan.

“Another minute, I might have caved,” says Steve, reaching for a cookie.

But when you reach for one, too, he pulls the plate away. “Nope. My cookies. You’re not Captain America.”

“Spoilsport,” you sigh, and go to get the rest of the cookies from the kitchen.

*

You are deep asleep in your bed, so deep you’re not even dreaming. When:

“WHO’S STRONG AND BRAVE, HERE TO SAVE THE AMERICAN WAY?” blasts the music at top volume.

You sit straight up in bed and scream, flailing your arms before someone switches on the overhead lights, and then you stare, mouth open in shock.

Steve’s wearing his Captain America uniform, and before you can say a word, he throws a cloth bundle at you.

“Get a move on, solider,” he says briskly.

“Oh my God,” you groan. “Did I miss an alert, I am so sorry—”

“Not that,” says Cap, motioning to the bundle in your lap.

Which has unraveled, and now you can see that it’s an actual costume. Red and white and blue with sequins, like some old-fashioned showgirl costume.

Like…

“CARRY THE FLAG SHORE TO SHORE FOR AMERICA!” sings the recording.

Your mouth drops open. “Are you serious? Steve, did you break into the Smithsonian to steal another costume again?”

“Tony had it,” says Steve, without further explanation, and oh man, are you glad he does not elaborate.

“Um,” you say.

“We have forty-five minutes to get to Delacroix,” continues Steve. “And you are officially my fourth of July elf.”

“Elf.”

“Well, I could call you my chorus girl, but…”

You stare at him, still half asleep, not entirely sure you’re not dreaming.

“Tony also told me to tell you, and I quote—” Steve looks like he’s going to enjoy this next thing: “Put on the suit.”

You blink. “I do not understand that reference.”

Steve just grins back at you, like he is enjoying himself thoroughly.

“Shake a leg, chorus girl,” says Steve. “I’ve got a date with some cookies.”

*

The Quinjet makes it to Delacroix in 35 minutes flat. Nick Fury is going to have words for the pair of you, because you’re technically not supposed to go into super-sonic when it’s not for a mission, but whatever, it’s fun.

The chorus girl outfit is decidedly not fun. You feel like an idiot, but Steve just grins and gives you a thumbs up, and doesn’t even try objectifying you like you know Clint would (in a jokey, wolf-whistle sort of way). Natasha would smile and offer a compliment, and Bucky…

Well. He’d probably stop talking for a few minutes and then go back to pretending that he doesn’t see you as anything but a field partner.

Anyway, the trip is good, Steve gives you a little more training on flying the Quinjet, which is probably the cover for using the super-sonic, and he lands the jet outside Sarah Wilson’s house just before midnight. (After all, it’s not just you who needs practice time in the jet, which only bounces a few times and doesn’t even knock over any trees.)

“Carry these,” Steve tells you, handing you two small gift bags, one red and one blue, both overflowing with patriotic paraphernalia: toys, glow sticks, coloring books, and the like. You roll your eyes and carry them.

“How are we getting in?” you ask as Steve heads for the house. “Like, shouldn’t we go in through the fireplace or something? Or is that too close to breaking and entering? ‘Cause that would be super un-American of you.”

Steve pulls a key out from one of his utility belt pockets. You snort.

“Did you steal that from Sam?”

“No,” says Steve, and unlocks the front door. “He gave it to me.”

“Wait,” you say, realizing, “is the rest of the team in on this?”

Steve grins at you. “Who do you think suggested you should be my elf?”

He goes into the house, but you stay on the porch for a moment, letting it sink in.

“Those shits,” you breathe, and follow him.

It’s quiet, but you and Steve are good at quiet. There’s a plate of peanut butter cookies on the kitchen table, along with a glass of milk and a hand-drawn note in crayon. FOR CAPTAIN AMERICA HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE CASS AND AJ WILSON. You grin and reach for a cookie—

“Nope,” says Steve firmly, pushing your hand away. “You’re not Captain America.”

Your mouth drops open. “I’m an elf, I should get cookies.”

“You’re leaving the rewards,” says Steve through a mouth full of cookie, and you scowl while you set the bags down next to the plate.

Steve munches on the cookies all the way back to the Quinjet, and finishes them somewhere over Missouri. You don’t get a bite, but you do get a solid fifteen minutes on the controls, so maybe it evens out.

You don’t even like peanut butter cookies. Whatever. Stupid Captain America.

You arrive at the farm outside Waverly, Iowa, shortly after midnight. There’s lights on in the farmhouse, though they switch off as Steve lands the jet.

This time, he clips a tree.

It’s quiet when you both slip into the house – Clint having given Steve his key, too – but a nightlight glows from the stairwell, which is probably where the giggles are coming from. Steve grins at you, finger on his lips, and you nod, trying not to laugh.

The way Steve’s voice booms is so on brand, you almost can’t hold back the laughter at all.

“Well, my patriotic little elf, I think we’ve just found the most American children in the state!”

The giggles get even louder, and are accompanied by fervent shhhhhhing.

“I think you’re right, Captain America, sir!” you say, raising your voice a little bit. “And those cookies look delicious!”

“They really do, Elf, they really do,” agrees Steve, scooping up a handful of the thumbprint cookies. “Raspberry and blueberry thumbprints with white-chocolate stripes are my favorite.”

You reach for one – but Steve shakes his head and pulls them away. “All right, Elf, time to recite the Patriotic Promise—”

“The what?” you mouth at him.

“I, Captain America, defender of FREEDOM and LIBERTY hold this truth to be self-evident, that this house is home to the best Americans in the entire state of Iowa!” says Steve.

Cooper and Lila aren’t even bothering to contain their laughter now. One of them is probably kicking the wall, judging from the knocking sounds.

“We the people in order to form a more perfect union establish that this household should always contain justice, tranquility, and…”

Steve loses the thread for a moment. Or maybe is overcome by patriotic fervor, you’re really not sure which.

“And continual success in the pursuit of happiness?” you suggest.

“And continual success in the pursuit of happiness!” yells Steve, giving you a thumbs up.

The laughter is joyful, the shushing is half-hearted, and Steve glows at you. You leave two more giftbags full of patriotic silliness, and take a picture with your phone to send to Clint.

This is the best night ever.

Right up until Steve takes every damn cookie and doesn’t let you have a single one.

“Captain America cookies,” he tells you, and he’s practically walking on air back to the Quinjet.

You are gonna kill him.

*

“You know it’s my birthday today,” says Steve, halfway between Waverly and San Francisco.

The Quinjet’s on autopilot, and you’re both stretched out in the back of the jet, because it’s the middle of the night and in a perfect world, you’d both be sleeping.

But no, you had to go and troll Steve Rogers, because you forgot that Steve Rogers invented trolling, and now you’re 30,000 feet above Wyoming on your way to San Francisco to deliver a gift bag of silly patriotic toys, and you’re not even going to get cookies in exchange.

If Tumblr wasn’t already a trash fire (and proud of it), you’d turn it into one.

“Oh my gosh, Steve,” you say, deadpan. “You’re kidding. I had no idea that you were born of the Fourth of July. That was absolutely never in any history textbook I ever had, ever.”

Steve throws a wadded-up piece of paper at you; you pick it up and throw it back. “Most people thought it was a publicity stunt.”

“No way. It’s so corny, it had to be real, you know?”

It’s quiet for a while, except for the sound of Steve throwing the paper ball up in the air and catching it again. You close your eyes and think about falling asleep, sure that Steve will wake you up when you land.

“Sometimes I hate being Captain America.”

For a moment, you think you’ve dreamed Steve speaking. You turn your head to look at him, and he’s still throwing the paper ball up in the air, catching it when it falls back down. He’s taken off the cowl and the shield is stowed in its locker; his belt is on the table behind you and he’s undone some of the fastenings over his chest, so the suit is a little looser around his torso.

“Symbol of America, so patriotic he was born on the fourth of July,” continues Steve, with that deep voice he uses when he’s making fun of something official. He scoffs. “Even the Howlies didn’t believe it, until Bucky told ‘em it was true.”

You shrink a little bit into yourself; it’s not like you were much better, with your so corny, it had to be real. “Steve, I—”

“It’s fine,” says Steve quickly, but he doesn’t look at you, and he throws the paper ball a little higher, as if he’s throwing out the bitterness and aggression at the same time. “I’m used to it. And it’s not like I make a big deal of it anymore. Hard to celebrate being a hundred when I don’t look or feel it, you know? Anyway, Clint really would try to put a hundred candles on the cake, and Dum-E would drown all of us before I had a chance to blow them out.”

You chuckle.

“There was a kid we knew in school – Jacob Feinstein. Born on the 25th of December, and he’d get so angry with people who said he was born on Christmas Day, because he was Jewish, right? Wasn’t Christmas to him, it was just his birthday. But to everyone else…” Steve shrugs. “I’m not any more patriotic than the next person because of the day I was born, no more than Jacob was less Jewish. I’m a scrappy little punk from Brooklyn who’s more socialist than patriot.”

Steve throws the paper ball again. “That was the hardest part of the USO tour. The adults all expected me to be this… patriotic figure-head, you know? Every one of ‘em would come up to talk to me, expecting me to spout whatever bullshit they believed, because they’re all good Americans, right? I gotta think the same way they do. And sometimes I did, but the type of person who goes to those shows wasn’t usually the type of person I agreed with.

“The kids, though. They didn’t care about the politics. They just wanted to know if I was really holding up all those girls and how heavy was the shield and if they could hold it too. This one kid – Idaho, I think – I hand it to him. Not this one, it was the prop one. Barely weighed a thing. His eyes get real big, and he says, I thought it was heavier. You hold it like it’s heavier. And I said, ‘It is.’ And after that, it was a lot easier. Because they knew I wasn’t Captain America, I was just Steve Rogers from Brooklyn playing a character they knew from the comics they were already reading. And I talked to them like that, like I was Steve Rogers from Brooklyn playing a character named Captain America, and you know, it didn’t change, when I woke up after the ice.”

You smile, thinking of the times you’ve seen Steve with kids, because it’s true; the kids all want to hold the shield, are surprised when he can lift them up above his head. He talks to them like he’s a friend who happens to be a bit bigger, like the shield’s just a prop, like his uniform’s just a costume. The adults, they all want to know his opinion as if he’s the last word on all things American.

“You ever see those PSAs I did for the schools?”

The change of focus catches you off-guard. “Online, sure; they were after my time.”

“Same thing all over again. It’s Steve Rogers playing a character everyone thinks they know. Pretty sure that’s why all the kids make fun of them. I can’t even blame them, I’d do the same thing.

“But those kids we meet in the Make-A-Wishes. And the ones wearing the shield on their shirts, and hanging around to watch us take off in the Quinjet. Those kids. They know it’s just a costume. They know I’m Steve Rogers first, even if everyone else forgets.”

“I’m sorry I forgot.”

He twists to look at you. “You didn’t, though. Those kids know I’m playing a character, but they never make me feel like I don’t deserve to be. Sometimes I’m not sure I should be carrying the shield. But those kids make me really want to try.”

You smile at him. “I like that.”

He smiles back. “My mom was a nurse. First responder, they’d say now. But I just knew, when I was a kid, that I hated her going to work and leaving me alone when I wasn’t feeling well. Or if I just wanted her around, because I missed her. But she went to the hospital, every day, because that was her job. And I was proud of her, I knew it was a good thing, what she did. But sometimes, I wished she’d care about me more than she cared about strangers. Even though I knew she loved me more than anyone else on the planet. The Wilson and Barton kids, and Cassie Lang… maybe they feel different, maybe not. Except their dads and uncle are usually in a lot more danger a lot more often than my mother ever was.”

You think, but don’t say: Sarah Rogers’ job still killed her in the end.

“So if I can do this one thing for them,” continues Steve. “Something to make them laugh, to give them a really good memory… use Captain America to let ‘em know I see them and not just that they’re a hero’s kid… well. That can’t be a bad thing.”

You smile up at the top of the jet, letting that sink in.

Except.

“You’re wrong about one thing, though.”

Steve twists on his cot to look at you. “Oh? What’s that?”

“It’s not your hundredth birthday. You’re only ninety-ni—owwww!”

You yelp as Steve casually reaches over and knocks the latch holding up the cot, and you tumble to the floor, both of you laughing as you throw bits of wadded-up paper at each other’s heads.

It’s about twenty minutes later when Steve lands the Quinjet in the street next to Scott Lang’s house in San Francisco. It’s a quiet, pretty little street, and instead of a key under the front mat, you find a lock-breaking kit with your name on it.

“Great, you can earn your keep, Elf,” says Steve lightly, and you stick your tongue out at him and open the unlocked door.

“That seems very unsafe,” says Steve dryly.

“Yeah, but really funny if I’d locked it for him first,” you say smugly, dropping the kit on the table inside the door. “Anyway, only an idiot would break into an Avenger’s house in the middle of the night.”

“What’s that make us?” asks Steve, with a grin.

It’s dark in the house, and you think Cassie’s probably already asleep, a suspicion borne out when you find the note on the kitchen table.

Sorry guys, tried to stay awake but she conked out at 10.30. She decorated everything herself. Do me a favor, take a selfie and send it to me so I can prove it wasn’t me eating them? See you next week.

Scott

The cookies are amazing. They’re sugar cookie men and women, each one decorated to resemble a different Avenger. There’s even a cookie Nick Fury, and a cookie Pepper, and a cookie Maria Hill.

Steve picks up the Captain America cookie, laughing, and you take a picture quickly. Not a selfie, but it’ll work.

“We gotta take these back with us,” says Steve, munching on one of his legs, like a heathen who doesn’t realize the heads should be eaten first.

“I’ll go find some plastic wrap or something,” you say, and rummage in the drawers until you find a piece of foil.

“Hey, wait,” says Steve before you can cover the plate. He reaches over and snatches Cookie!You.

“Seriously, Steve?” you groan – but then he hands you the cookie.

“Go on,” he says, through the rest of Cookie!Him. “They’re really good.”

You break into a grin. “Really?”

“Well,” says Steve, “you earned it, cookie elf.”

You grin and look happily at your cookie. It’s too heavy on the icing in some places and the squiggles are lopsided and you don’t actually have orange on your costume but you don’t even care. Cassie Lang made you a cookie. Life is amazing.

“Also eating you would just be weird,” continues Steve.

“Yeah,” you agree cheerfully, dropping the gift bag for Cassie on the table and following Steve back out the door, making sure the knob locks automatically behind you. “Cassie Lang is my favorite.”

You as a cookie! You are gonna protect that girl through thick and thin.

The Quinjet takes off and Steve sets the course for home. You have lost all track of time, but there’s a cot back there with your name on it, and you can sleep in. You are the Cookie Elf, you have earned a late morning. And also a cookie.

It’s a gorgeous night, so many stars above the summertime clouds. You’re exhausted and you want to eat your cookie and you also don’t because it’s you. And Steve’s right, it would be weird.

Can you keep a cookie forever? You’ll have to look it up.

“Gonna be perfect for fireworks tomorrow,” says Steve, coming back to lay on the cot across from yours. He sounds so perfectly satisfied and full of cookies. “Well. Later today, I guess is more accurate.”

“Hey, Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Happy birthday.”

Steve folds his hands on his stomach and smiles. “The best,” he agrees.

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[gorjee-art]

Silly Billy lamb pls…?

it's about as silly as they can get...

[ismyteadoneyet]

~ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇs ᴀ ᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ sᴡᴏʀᴅ,

ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄɪᴛʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴏʜ-ʟᴇɪ ᴏʜ-ʟᴀɪ ᴏʜ ʟᴏʀᴅ ~

FELLOW LEGENDBORNIANS !! I'M BACK !! I may not be very active in the Legendborn spaces, but that's because I STILL HAVEN'T READ OATHBOUND 😭😭 I miss my lil goofs so much 🥺

Life has really taken its toll on both me and my reading-buddy, and we're still slowly but surely making our way through Bloodmarked. I HAVE seen some fanarts already from the new book and I am SALIVATIINNNGGGG 🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌 I just know that once I actually crack that book open I will absolutely devour it djsbdbhsbdj 🤭🤭

And THEN the fanarts shall follow not so very close behind, trust 🫡🫡

I have SO MANY three-people pose pictures saved on pinterest for referencing-reasons, and this is the first one of the bunch! 🤭🥳

Hope y'all have a great day ! 🩷🩷🩷

[mblue-art]

hhappy pocky day 11/11!! here's some self-indulgence ft oreo man///

[jellyfish-grave]

I thought Tumblr might like this one

[yeetdrill]

Today on; How the Fu€k did I managed that:

Me; “Oh sweet, Kingdom finished updating. Can’t wait to see how corrupt Pure vanilla gets outta this one…”

*Opens app, waits for other downloads, opens mailbox*

“Cool. New update gift. With 1,000 light-thingies.”

*Some material collecting, the chapter 8 prelog cutscene, and two crashes later…*

“Eh, know what? I’ll just use the ones I got now. Probably won’t be mu-“

Me:………………………………………………………………..

Me, (in my best Gordon Feetman impression):

“…HOW THE FU-“

(Back in normal voice)

“Just- Just HOW!? This ain’t beginner’s luck, and it’s not a pay-to-win b!t€h thing! So just- HOW?!”

TDR: I got awakened pure vanilla on my first try. Shock and confusion ensue.

[lu-the-artist]

new commewnity reblog chain thing woohoo

Artists: draw/sketch your gift Mew in Scarlet/Violet based on its Tera type!

here’s mine:

[definitelynotshouting]

I adore your comparison of a crafting table to a catalyst because it’s not only great world building, it’s also got some really funny implications.

When studying an IRL chemical reaction, broadly speaking the two things we care about most are 1) how energetically favorable is this reaction (do I have to input energy to make it do the thing) and 2) how fast does it go. These are thermodynamics and kinetics, respectively. You can have a really fast reaction that actually isn’t energetically favorable, and you can have super slow reactions that are actually SUPER energetic, and everything in between. Catalysts actually only change the kinetics (speed) of a reaction - if something isn’t going to happen naturally on its own over time, adding a catalyst isn’t going to help. Biological systems are a great example - cells mostly function on their own over time, but you NEED enzymes (natures catalysts) in order for your body to function on a relevant time scale.

You mentioned that a player could whole-sale code, say, planks into steps on their own, but that the crafting table just makes it faster and easier. However, by definition of a catalyst, just placing planks in the correct configuration would EVENTUALLY make steps over a REALLY long time, and that’s hilarious.

I suspect that Grian’s use of his natural catalytic abilities in upcoming chapters will be much less hilarious 🥲. Actually wait brb heading to the combined wall/google doc to check—

-⚛️

CHEM ANON YOURE RIGHT THATS THE FUNNIEST UNINTENTIONAL IMPLICATION IVE EVER ACCIDENTALLY STUMBLED ON. IM GOING TO BE THINKING ABOUT THIS FOREVER NOW

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

note to self never fucking take benadryl ever again

[skulltreefairy]

@leiishroomvt fan art of a sleepy bean featuring frungle!

[jungwnies]

f1 grid (1/2) | sharing the cookie

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri (click here for part two) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : your f1 boyfriend agrees to try the viral cookie challenge with your toddler… only to be hilariously betrayed (inspo: tiktok - click for reference)

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 1792

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : this tiktok trend had me dying and then lawson and hadjar did it with their reserve driver im hollering T-T - also i am so so so sorry for missing my update for friday rip... but its okay ill be back on schedule fr (also the first part will now include lando and oscar because in part two i will be adding isack hadjar and liam lawson cus they were requested to be added and i just cant say no considering they are also on the grid >.<)

ʚ・max verstappen

"come on," you said, holding up the phone. "it's just a tiktok. she gets two cookies, you act like you didn’t get any, and we see if she shares.”

max crossed his arms. "she’s two. she doesn’t even share her toys with me."

"exactly," you grinned. "that’s why it’s funny."

he sighed dramatically. "fine. but if she betrays me, i’m eating both next time."

you set up the camera. max sat cross-legged on the living room floor, your daughter bouncing excitedly in front of him. you handed her two cookies. max? none.

"papa doesn’t get one?" she asked, blinking up at him.

max pouted like he was a contestant on survivor. "nope. they only gave you cookies."

she blinked again. looked at both cookies. looked at him.

and then.

she. ate. both.

BACK TO BACK.

max’s jaw dropped. "are you serious?!"

your daughter just licked the crumbs from her fingers and smiled. "yummy!"

you couldn’t stop laughing behind the camera.

max dramatically flopped back onto the carpet like he'd just lost a world championship.

"i gave her life. and she gave me nothing."

“she’s literally two,” you laughed.

"two ruthless," he corrected.

later that night, he snuck her another cookie while she sat in his lap, still chewing like she ran the place.

“you gonna share this one?” he asked hopefully.

she nodded, broke it in half… and gave both pieces to the dog.

max gasped. “this is targeted.”

you? filming from the corner, crying laughing.

ʚ・lewis hamilton

"just act like you don’t have any,” you whispered as you handed your daughter two cookies and lewis none.

he raised an eyebrow. "she always shares with me."

"alright then, let’s put that to the test," you grinned, hitting record.

lewis sat cross-legged on the rug, smiling softly at his daughter as she waddled over with a cookie in each tiny hand. she plopped down in front of him, cradling her cookies like they were ancient treasures.

“oh wow,” lewis said, peering at her plate. “they didn’t give me any…”

she blinked. then blinked again. the gears in her brain visibly turned.

and then—she took the biggest bite possible from one cookie, stared him down, and said through a full mouth, “that sucks.”

your hand flew to your mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. lewis sat there, stunned.

“did you just—”

she held up a tiny finger. “i need both. for balance.” (balance. you nearly dropped the phone.)

lewis tried not to laugh, but it cracked out of him anyway. “wow. that’s cold, little miss.”

“like you when i take your hoodie,” you chimed in from behind the camera.

“she’s my daughter alright,” lewis muttered, dramatically falling back into the pillows like he’d just been betrayed by his own bloodline. “i’m retiring from parenting,” lewis sighed.

ʚ・george russell

george was suspicious from the moment you handed him zero cookies.

“it’s a tiktok trend,” you whispered. “just pretend it’s normal. let’s see what he does.”

your son plopped down next to george, cradling his two little cookies like they were made of gold. he blinked at his dad. george gave him a soft smile and the most tragic sigh you’d ever heard.

“wow. i didn’t get one,” george said, all british melancholy. “guess i’ll just sit here… cookieless.”

his son looked at him.

then looked at the cookies.

then looked back at him.

and took a very slow bite, still holding eye contact.

george blinked. “right. okay. that’s… noted.”

he cleared his throat, visibly trying to stay composed. “are you sure you don’t want to share one with your dear father? the man who changes your nappies?”

another bite.

then your son tilted his head and said, “you can have one… if you say please.”

george’s jaw dropped. “are you—? i taught you that word!”

you had to cover your mouth to keep from snorting. george held his hand out, now looking genuinely betrayed.

“please,” he said slowly, dramatically. “may i have one cookie?”

your son stared at the remaining half of his cookie… and shoved it in his own mouth. then nodded. “you said please!”

george looked directly at the camera like he was on the office. “this is a test. i’m being tested.”

five minutes later, george was spotted making a second batch of cookies with your son sitting proudly on the counter beside him.

“because we believe in manners and equality in this household,” he muttered, flour on his shirt.

ʚ・carlos sainz

carlos sat on the rug as your daughter waddled in with two chocolate chip cookies and the world’s biggest smile. her curls bounced with every step, and carlos was already melting before the challenge even began.

“hola, princesa,” he cooed, arms out.

she plopped down next to him and immediately held both cookies to her chest.

“oh, you got two?” he asked, pretending to pout. “they didn’t give any to papa.”

your daughter paused.

she stared at the cookies.

then stared at him.

then without a single ounce of hesitation, she picked up the bigger cookie and gently placed it in carlos’ hand.

“here, papa,” she said sweetly. “you can have mine.”

carlos blinked. like, literally stunned into silence.

“you’re giving me this one?” he asked, glancing down at the cookie like it was made of diamonds. “but it’s the bigger one.”

she just nodded and leaned into his chest with the other cookie in her hand. “because i love you big.”

you gasped behind the camera.

carlos’s entire soul left his body. “ay dios mío. you’re going to make me cry on tiktok.”

he immediately scooped her into his lap and kissed her cheek a thousand times while she giggled into her cookie.

“te amo, mi corazón,” he whispered. “you’re the best part of my life.”

then he looked at the camera and pointed. “you owe her a bakery.”

ʚ・charles leclerc

charles was already sitting on the rug, legs crossed, smiling like he had no idea what was coming. (he did. you prepped him. but he was ready to be dramatic.)

when she walked over and sat down with her cookies, he gasped.

“they gave you two?!” he said, eyes wide. “and none for me?” he held his hands up like he was being robbed. “nothing? pas un seul?”

your daughter blinked, looked down at her plate… then back up at him. then she frowned.

“…that’s not fair,” she whispered, clearly distressed.

you could almost hear the little gears turning in her brain. she looked between the cookies like she was about to do intense mathematical calculations.

charles tilted his head, still acting sad. “it’s okay. you don’t have to share. i’ll just… starve.”

“papa,” she gasped. “no starving!” then — and this was the most leclerc moment — she picked up one cookie and broke it perfectly in half like it was a fine art.

she handed him one full cookie… and then added half of the other one.

“there,” she said seriously. “now you have un et demi.”

charles looked at the cookie halves in his hands like he’d just been gifted the crown jewels.

“you gave me more than one?” he asked, visibly moved. “are you sure?”

she nodded proudly. “because i’m smart.”

you nearly dropped the phone from trying not to wheeze.

charles pulled her into his lap and kissed the top of her head, murmuring, “you are so smart, mon amour. and kind. i will never forget this act of generosity.”

she grinned. “you owe me a cookie later.”

charles blinked. “…fair.”

ʚ・lando norris

“this is going to be so easy,” lando whispered as you handed his child two cookies and him none.

you raised a brow. “confident.”

he flashed you a grin. “they’re obsessed with me. i’m definitely getting one.”

you pressed record.

lando sat down on the floor, stretching his legs out, watching as your toddler toddled over like they were on a very serious cookie delivery mission. two chocolate chip cookies, one in each fist. determined eyes. crumbs already forming and not a bite had been taken.

“those look so good,” lando said, dramatically clutching his chest. “but… they didn’t give me any. that’s a bit sad, huh?”

your child blinked at him. looked at the cookies. then back at him.

then smiled.

“oh, dada,” they said sweetly, holding up one cookie… only to immediately lick it and take the tiniest nibble ever.

lando stared. “did you just—?”

they held out the now-slightly-soggy cookie. “you can have this one.” big proud grin.

lando, who would’ve accepted literal dirt from this kid, took it with wide eyes. “wow… thank you… so much.”

then, as he brought it to his mouth, they shrieked:

“WAIT! NOT THAT ONE! THAT WAS MINE!”

they snatched it back. both cookies now secured.

lando looked into the camera like he was betrayed by his own flesh and blood. “what just happened to me?”

you nearly dropped the phone from laughing. “you got hustled by a toddler.”

“she literally baited me,” he muttered. “i respect it.”

later, he brought out a secret third cookie from the kitchen.

your toddler gasped. “dada! where’d you get that?!”

he winked. “the real cookie challenge is knowing where we hide the backups.”

ʚ・oscar piastri

“i really don’t think they’ll give me one,” oscar whispered as you handed your toddler two cookies and him none.

you raised an eyebrow. “why?”

he shrugged. “they like sharing with you more. they say i’m too quiet.”

you stifled a laugh and hit record.

oscar sat down on the rug, legs folded neatly, as your toddler waddled over proudly — one cookie in each chubby hand, already taking careful little bites out of the edges.

“oh,” oscar said softly. “they gave you two cookies?”

his kid blinked, wide-eyed. “yeah!”

oscar smiled. “wow. i didn’t get any…”

there was a beat of silence. your toddler looked at their cookies. then at oscar.

then back at the cookies.

then very slowly, they scooted closer, placed one cookie in his lap… and gently patted his knee.

“you can have this one. because i love you and i don’t want you to feel sad.”

oscar literally froze. like system shut down. the only movement was the slow widening of his eyes.

“wait,” he whispered, “are you trying to make me cry?”

your toddler beamed. “don’t cry! eat!”

you had to hide behind the kitchen counter to keep from audibly sobbing.

oscar looked straight at the camera, voice half-choked. “i wasn’t emotionally prepared for this challenge.”

he reached over, pulled them gently into his lap, and kissed the top of their head. “you’re too good for this world.”

later, you found the uneaten cookie in the fridge with a note (scribbled by oscar) taped to it:

“for my favourite teammate.”

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[whump-it-like-its-hot]

Just had my last Christmas gift exchange before graduating…third year in which I put all my everything into my gift, and receive the smallest package with three pens in return. No seriously, I’ve gotten this exact thing before, it was just different pens. Yeah I’m done.

[digitald0rk]

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* NERD ALERT ! [ 1 ]

pairing — mark grayson x gn!reader.

synopsis — in which mark falls for the new comic book store employee who matches his nerd [ and he hopes his freak too :3 ] and realizes he wants that effing cookie SO BADD.

warnings — super duper self indulgent! mark being mark, mention of blood like once. sappiness overload RAHHHH. not proofread.

w.c — 2.1 k.

a/n — this is part 1 btw, the second part's gonna be focused y'all's relationship. this is SO SO SLEF INDULGENT LMAO. i am that annoying little fly that keeps buzzing when it comes to my interests, my ass keeps going, "holy shit is that xyz reference???" :0 like GIRL STOP PULLING THESE REFERENCES OUT YO ASS 🤓 if you're like this too just know i think you're super based and awesomesauce gang :D BE ANNOYING ABOUT YOUR INTERESTS!! it's honestly so refreshing, anyways :p lemme know what you think of this!

taglist — @vm4879bb-blog [ lemme know if you wanna be added too ]

READ PART [ 2 ] HERE.

it was another normal ordinary day, he was just binging the new volumes of seance dog in his favorite little comic book store because being a superhero leaves no time for that, thank god he has some time off.

it was another normal ordinary day, that is until you walked in.

well more like look insanely good behind that cash register.

he asks himself, mind racing a mile a minute, how has he never noticed you before? are you a new employee? why the hell is his heart beating so fast? are you single?

the moment he sees you smile at some customer, he's doomed.

he has to talk to you. he has to-

oh god wait. he's been staring, hasn't he? no no no! what if you think he's some loser or worse a creep. [a weirdo what the hell am i doing hereeeee sorry had to lol]

and when your gazes meet for a split second, he whips his head away way too fast, if he wasn't a viltrumite he definitely would've gotten whiplash, his eyes immediately zeroing on the comic in his hand, which is actually upside down. not that he realizes because he's too busy thinking about how he'd love to get lost in your pretty eyes, he needs to get a grip, what is he fourteen?

it's just some dumb fleeting infatuation and-

then he hears a laugh. peeking up from the still upside down seance dog volume, hoping to god it's not your laugh because if it is, he longs to hear it again.

it was your laugh. oh he's in deep.

and he swears he's never heard a more beautiful thing. sap.

he needs to be the reason to make you laugh.

oh shit he's holding it upside down, hopefully you didn't notice (*_*;)

it takes him a whole ass week to muster up the courage to talk to you, he'd only check out with his new additions and issues when it wasn't your shift.

he's checked himself in the mirror a gazillion times, his hair looks okay, maybe he should've worn the blue shirt, it makes his eyes pop out-

he's mark grayson, he's invincible for fuck's sake.

still his palms grow sweaty as he approaches you to check out, little do you know he already has these volumes, he's just desperate to talk to you okay.

"hi." and great, his voice cracks.

but your sweet smile makes him forget about it. he watches you as you scan his items, typing away as you do so.

he kind of wants to hold your hand. is that bad?

"so, seance dog huh?" oh shit you're making conversation with him? oh my god calm down calm down calm down-

"yeah, it's uh one of my favs." he flashes a small smile, a nervous one.

"no way! same!" you beam at him, sheepishly showing him the small seance dog hair clip holding your hair in place like it's some sort of national treasure.

you're telling him that you, the cute comic book store employee he's been crushing on for weeks now, likes seance dog?

he's dreaming.

he has to be.

right?

then you say something, something only a huge seance dog fan would know.

and he swears he hears wedding bells, he can already see walking down the aisle.

it takes him a ridiculously long time to recover, eyes widening comically as he processes that this is infact not a dream.

"you okay there?" you ask slightly amused.

your voice breaks him out of that little trance you just unknowingly put him in, his eyes flitting to the name tag on your shirt-

he can't help himself from muttering your name, soft and reverent like a prayer.

a little flustered giggle leaves your mouth.

oh.

oh.

he made you laugh? he feels like he's on top of the world, he introduces himself, his smile widening when he shakes your offered hand.

william's gonna have a field day with this one.

after that one conversation, he's grown comfortable around you over the past few weeks.

and he's fallen even deeper in love.

he's less tense and awkward around you, rambling about everything and anything, conversation flows easily between you two now.

you'd call him the second you'd read the new volumes of your shared favorite comics to talk to him about it, he does the same.

he puts you on his favorite comics, you put him on yours along with whatever you're big into. it's a win-win really.

he's never been happier.

you make him feel so seen.

he doesn't feel the need to hide parts of himself from you. he loves when you buy him matching merch or just little trinkets of his interests.

rex made fun of mark's little italian charm bracelet once, because what do you mean the strongest man on the planet has a matching charm bracelet with all the things he loves on it that he always wears?

it actually broke the first time he wore it to a fight because obviously, what was he thinking? gets very sad when he can't find all the pieces to put it back together, asks cecil to remake it with some metal that won't break from the impact of alien attacks or whatever decides to mess with the peace of earth the next time. he gets all pissy when he gets blood on it :(

"aw that's adorable!" rex would tease him, but mark would just get all excited because he gets to talk about you <3

cue him rambling about all the things you made for him or got for him that align with his favorite pieces of media and interests, rex does NOT understand half of those words but hey as long as invinciboy's happy.

rex is not making that mistake again lol, also he thought you were dating mark because of the way his eyes turn into literal hearts whenever you're mentioned, so imagine the look on his face when mark's all bashful like, "nah i wish :(" rex goes, "man you two are so fucking oblivious." and he's right.

even outside of your little nerdy conversations and hang outs, when he comes to you for comfort, he feels safe.

and that — feeling safe, not being on edge 24/7 isn't easy for him, but you make it easier than breathing.

he feels loved when you hold him, rub his back and make some dumb joke when he's having a bad day.

he lives for the references you make out of nowhere.

"holy shit is that-" you start excitedly.

"i was just gonna say that!" he laughs.

pointing out things that he thinks are references to his favorite media and you joining him, this has to be love.

"why does that cloud lowkey look lik-" he starts and you finish his sentence for him, he laughs at how you two are almost always on the same wavelength.

once the secret is out that he's invincible, he'll literally just fly to some foreign country to get you what you want, oh what's that? a new figurine of your favorite anime just dropped? it's only available in japan? it's already yours <3 anything for you, he's whipped. [ god bless his bank account i imagine it's in negative LMAOOOO because his ass is definitely not letting u pay :( ]

and when you oh so sheepishly hand him the seance dog plushie you crocheted for him as his birthday present, muttering something along the lines of how "it's not good enough" or "it looks a little funny", i mean yeah seance dog has seen better days for sure where his eyes are the same size, he has to physically stop himself from kissing you senseless, because how dare you be this thoughtful and sweet.

yeah he's in love alright.

after a lot of restless nights and convincing from william, he finally decides to ask you out after six months of longing and yearning.

you two are currently in your room, hanging out. you had invited him over to watch the new reboot of your favorite sci fi series, although the internet seems to have a different plan as the video keeps buffering and loading.

you groan in annoyance, refreshing the page, still nothing.

so when you give up and let it do it's thing, aka the good ol "pretending not to care so it'll load faster", mark takes this as a sign.

"hey uh-" he opens his mouth, he's going to piss himself, he can't do this.

"yeah?" you reply. he sounds awfully nervous.

he stares at you, holding your gaze, lips slightly parted before taking a deep breath.

he ends up immediately blurting out the words he'd practiced a thousand times, "iloveyousomuch", his words are hurried as if he's scared you'll leave him if he's not quick enough.

he pauses, realizing this isn't exactly going to plan. he has just confessed his feelings, it's done now. there's no going back from this and that scares him.

he's also considering just making a run for it, or well fly for it, your window's open afterall.

he avoids your gaze like the plague, the ground suddenly very interesting.

he hesitantly adds, "i have for awhile now actually", might as well serve his heart on a silver platter to you it's all yours anyways, it beats for you, he thinks.

his cheeks are flushed a pretty pink. he can't stop his mouth, it moves on it's own, "im sorry if- if this ruins our friendship i just-"

"i love you too mark", you can't help yourself from confessing back, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"i just can't do this, i can't be friends when everytime i look at you i want to ki-" wait.

it's actually adorable the way he looks at you all wide eyed when his brain finally processes what you said.

did you just say you love him back?

nope, that's just his terrible hearing that comes with being a superhero, all wishful thinking.

but the way you're looking at him tells him otherwise and your words only confirm that his hearing is perfectly fine.

"you were saying?" you tease him, daring him to finish that sentence.

thank god the teasing is back, this is familiar territory. his nerves calm down a bit.

a minute of silence passes before he speaks.

"so that just happened", he chuckles, he wants to be all suave and cool and say something that'll make you blush, but he can't.

he doesn't need to.

because that's not him, he's mark grayson, he's awkward, a sweetheart and a big nerd. he just needs to be himself to make you swoon.

you know this, he knows this.

he knows you accept him for who he is, so he doesn't think twice about leaning in when you reach out to cup his face, leaning in as well.

your acceptance, your love, you. that's all he needs.

and the moment your lips meet his he realizes those six months were worth it.

he gently pulls you closer by your waist, his touch hesitant, it takes all his power to not just pull you flush against him and show you just how much he adores you.

when you pull him closer by the neck, his toned chest brushing against yours, he has to stop from letting out a small pleased groan.

you're just as desperate as he is.

kissing you like this is dizzying, he can even taste the sweetness and slight tang of the strawberry dessert you two had shared earlier on your lips and it only serves to drive him crazier.

his body practically aches when you pull away, chasing your lips. he can't get enough.

"easy alien boy", you chuckle, trying to catch your breath — resting your forehead against his, nose scrunching a little when he kisses the tip of it, nuzzling his own nose against yours afterwards.

his smile is sickeningly sweet and contagious. "i love you", he whispers.

and when you whisper it back he giggles happily, pressing a kiss to your head - he pulls you in his warm embrace. relishing in the feel of your body against his, fitting like a missing puzzle piece.

it's like you were made for him.

a scream from the tv ruins the intimate atmosphere, ah so now it decides to load. you two stare at each other, a collective look of "are you seeing this shit" is exchanged before you two burst into laughter.

both of you could care less about the show playing on the tv, too busy indulging in long passionate sweet kisses.

"the new issue of batm-" you jokingly start against his now swollen lips.

"baby! we're kinda having a moment here", he scoffs playfully, the dumb lovesick smile on his face only widening.

"no but seriously the new issue sucked ass. they mischaracterized him sooo bad and-", he complains, not moving a centimeter away from your lips.

"and you're a nerd" you cut him off, pulling him close by the collar of his shirt for another kiss.

"hey that's friendly fire!" he hopes you'll always shut him up with a kiss <3

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[starkeyszn]

late night talking blurb with rafe cameron ⊹ ࣪ ˖

pairing: sweetheart¡maybank x rafe¡cameron

notes: reader is referred to as sweetie, but also includes pet names!

sweetie sighed, hearing her phone repeatedly buzz on her night stand, indicating a phone call was coming through. she rolled on her side, reaching for her phone on her night stand. sweetie saw the caller id ‘rafey ♡’

she was quick to press the green button, the call now going through. rafe’s soft voice, that was only for her, spoke on the other side of the line, “hi sweetheart.”

her raspy voice tinged, “hi rafey.” he was quick to notice her raspy voice, “did i wake you, shit ‘m sorry.”

she quickly cut him off, “you’re good—i wasn’t fast asleep anyway.” “is something wrong—?” sweetie added, glancing to the clock that was on her bedside table, reading the time, 12:23AM.

“no, jus’ missed hearing your pretty voice.” rafe replied, “wish you were here.” he trailed off.

“me too rafe, but i’ll see you soon, kay?”

“of course you will, i’ll take you out tomorrow, how’s that sound, hm?”

sweetie smiled, rolling on her back, still holding the phone to her ear, “sounds perfect rafey.”

“you know, you’re the only one who i let call me that, only like it comin’ from your sweet mouth.”

sweetie giggled, “i don’t know why you hate it so much, it’s personally adorable.”

“ ‘m not all about that adorable shit, you know that princess—only when it comes to you.” “only me?” she questioned.

“only and just you, baby.” rafe replied, the flirtatious tone evident in his voice. “anyways, tell me about your day.”

sweetie immediately brightened at the chance to ramble, even though it was late at night, she could talk for days, “well! i went surfing with kie, hm—oh! i baked some cookies! i also got my nails done with sar… i took maple [dog] out for a walk, i need to take her to the beach soon—”

rafe sighed softly, holding the phone closer to his ear.

sweetie heard his sigh, making her frown, “am i talking too much? — i’m sorry!” rafe was quick to reply, “no baby, keep going, i love your voice, continue about maple.”

she blushed on the other end of the phone, her cheeks heating up, “well uhm— maple also actually has found a new liking to watermelon, she absolutely loves it! whenever i find myself having some, she’s always sitting there patiently waiting for some-” sweetie cut herself off, giggling, the image of her dog popping up in her mind.

the pair talked for another half an hour, mainly sweetie, because rafe insisted on her to keep talking, just because he loved her voice so much it soothed him.

“i’ll let you get some sleep now, baby, i’ll pick you up tomorrow around six, sounds good?” rafe spoke.

sweetie was about to nod, before realising rafe can’t see her, “sounds perfect.”

“see you tomorrow darling.”

“goodnight rafey.”

“goodnight angel.”

authors note: my sweethearts 🩷🩷 my first blurb on tumblr 😓 , i hope it’s good, sorry it’s so short, also idk who the divider creds are! they’ve been in my camera roll for ages </3

[no1blacksapphirefan]

Shadow milk watching us refer to different cookies are our ‘favorites’- I just told my best friend that Holly berry is my favorite followed by Golden cheese

how do you think your Self aware au cookies would react to being called the readers favorite?

That is a funny thought ngl, I always tell my friends my fav is black sapphire and how much I love him (I think they're getting sick of it/silly) These 3 requests seemed a bit similar, the plush one kinda connects to the rest cuz I feel like a lot of ppl would buy a plush of their fav character if they could hehe (Someone make a black sapphire plush I beg)

Pure Vanilla Oh he's so flattered, out of all the cookies you favour him the most? It's just so sweet of you, he tries to contain his blush as he overhears your conversation with your friend, he knows he should't listen, even though it is a bit harder.

But how can he not hear how giddy you sound as you happily show your friend the screen with him there, he hears your praises of how you love him so and oh he can hardly contain himself from giving himself away as he sees you show your friend a plush you've made of him.

How can you be this sweet? You're carrying it around too?? Oh my, you're gonna make him hope he can meet you in person now.

White Lily Hearing you gush so sweetly about her and her character makes her so flustered and embarrassed, even the part of her story as Dark Enchantress made you love her?

Oh she isn't sure how long she can keep a straight face as you go on and on about how much you love and favour her character out of any other, she's so flattered, she wants to thank you so much.

As soon as you pull out the home made plush you made of her, she nearly lets out a squeak before happily telling other cookies about it, she's so happy about it believe me.

Dark Cacao He's so startled as soon as he hears you gush about him to your friend while showing them who you were talking about, he stares with a straight face as he watches your friends giggle at how much you loved him and honestly? He wanted to join in, of course not in a bad way but damn he isn't used to this kind of love.

He doesn't know how to fully feel knowing out of all the cookies you could've favoured you chose him, your're so kind. He's sure there's other cookies worth your love but knowing you still chose him makes him feel content.

His eyes can't help but widen as he sees you happily cuddle a plush version of himself, you made that? Because you liked him? He wonders what else you do just because of that, he isn't complaining though, he can't deny the plush looks cute. Maybe he can find find someone who can make a plush version of you...

Golden Cheese Oh she loves it, high praise. She loves hearing you talk so it's a win win, hearing someone praise her for her story, design and game-play and it's you saying it? Oh you talk her up too much. Though she can't complain. She loves hearing you speak.

She stands pridefully as your friend looks at her from your phone, seemingly also amazed by her appearance. Oh she enjoys hearing how giddy you seem to get as you rant on and on about her, nearly makes her blush.

She can't help the smile that creeps on her face as she spots the plushie you made of her, seeing you enjoy her character so much fills her with pride no other praise can imagine of achieving.

Hollyberry She swears her heart soared to all new levels as she hears you talk about her, seeing that amazing cute smile as you happily list out the reasons why she's your favourite. Witches, she could probably do the same for you. List countless reasons why you're her favourite person.

Hearing you rant about her to your friend? How adorable!! She's so happy to hear you seem to like her just as passionately as she likes you. Makes her smile to each corner of her face.

Oh and her heart might as well have floated away as she sees you make a plush of her, oh how she wants to reach out and give you the biggest hug instead, she can't help but let out a laugh every time she spots you cuddle it as you play the game.

Shadow Milk Really? He's your favourite? Don't get him wrong he's honoured and he has always wanted your attention and loved how you showed it to him but actually hearing the words fall out of your mouth? That was different. You truly favoured him out of the countless cookies there was? You truly want to stay by his side?

Hearing your loving voice talking about him to your friends, telling them how much you loved his design, his back story. Maybe you told them he was the reason for you to join or come back. Honestly any verbal mention of why you favoured him so makes his heart beat faster, he won't admit it though. He plays it off to others as if it were "To be expected" but truthfully? He can't help but be a bit flustered.

It was different, he swears it's different from your usual small displays of affection cuz not only were you talking about him and what you loved, you're talking about him to a friend and showing him off...and seeing that plushie you made of him? Almost intensified his want to get out of the game and meet you.

Mystic Flour She didn't expect it, sure, her design is pretty to most and perhaps her backstory pulled at your heartstrings, hearing how she became a beast and looking at how she still truly cares, even but deep down. But she didn't expect that those things pulled together made you favour her so much.

Hearing you chatter away to your friend about her, sent a weird feeling in her body, you really like her that much? You're willing to talk about her to others? Despite her usual apathy, you continue to be an exception to how she feels. Perhaps it's because you seem to understand her story well, you would never betray her or constantly ask things of her.

Upon seeing that plush you made of her to continue showing your love for her, even if you didn't realise she was watching your every move. Just seeing that small plush you made for her, makes her heart swell in happiness and nearly pride. She likes the fact that she's your favourite. And she hopes she continues being your favourite.

Burning Spice His eyes quickly perk up as soon as he hears his name and "favourite" in the same sentence. He lets out a loud laugh hearing you happily talk about him to your friends. But not one in mocking, one in a mixture of confusion and satisfaction.

After becoming a beast, he nearly expected everyone to be scared of him, sure he has his minions who aren't but to others they should be scared of him. He'll bring destruction to your land but hearing you talk so sweetly about him? With words he swears shouldn't be used for him but...if it's you? Maybe he's willing to make a small exception. Besides, it's your voice that's speaking right now, he could listen to it all day, plus your almost boosting his ego with your sweet words.

Oh he loves that plushie you made of him, even if it's getting more physical affection then he is. Yes he knows you couldn't even if you knew he was wanting it but hey!! He wants those cuddles too, they kinda look nice...he wonders how willing you'd be to hug the real thing, are you going to change your mind and be scared of him? Oh will you continue loving him?

Black Sapphire Oh how he wishes he could podcast the words coming out of your mouth. To record and show other cookies and make them jealous that you yourself have stated that he was your very favourite. It fills him with so much pride.

Though, he won't deny your words nearly make him flustered, hearing your voice talk on and on about him, his part in the story, the despair in your voice as his banner left. Hah, you really know how to make a cookie swoon huh? He smiles so sweetly as you continue to speak, not daring to say a voice line to gain your attention if it meant hearing those kind words of praise continue.

Oh and that plush? The cutest lil thing, don't worry you'll get the real one soon. For now, he's content with pretending it's actually him in that plush, whether that be his soul is in there or he's fully replaced the plush? But for now, he'll settle for just imagining it.

Elder Faerie You first started to do it after his death scene, or at the very least he first heard you. Well you ranting to your friend about his death. It was strange for him, he had died yet he was here, you truly were magical. Hearing you so upset over his death surprised him for a bit, he could've sworn there wasn't much information about him though...he guesses that doesn't matter.

He doesn't mind hearing you chirping away to your friend about how much you like him, he's figured it out after hearing your sadness due to his death. He didn't think it would effect him at all actually due to the prior information but he was proven wrong as he felt his heart race. You truly were something, he didn't mind though. Simply smiling as he hears you continue talking to your friend, who to him, seemed a bit tired. Seems you've done this alot, even without the game being open.

Oh he finds the plushie you made adorable, and it's of him? If other cookies see that, they might get jealous...than again, not many would dare to possibly upset you by somehow taking it away. While he wishes to be in the plushes position instead, he can't help but smile so sweetly if he sees you fall asleep with that plush in your arms. He didn't think he'd adore you this much.

Espresso Cookie It catches his attention almost immediately, nearly breaking him out of his tiredness as he had researches quite a bit the previous night. He isn't surprised per say, he guessed as much when you paid extra attention to making him stronger than any other cookie but hearing you talk your friends eye out with reasons why you like him?

He listens intently hearing you speak of him, he knows technically he's ease dropping but you aren't aware that he's listening in, plus when you show him on the screen in the cookie profile, he can't help it. He tries not to smile, your sweet words almost getting to him. Well they did get to him, he's been thinking about it for awhile. Hearing you talk so happily about him makes him feel almost refreshed and energized despite his previous fatigue.

When he catches wind that you made a plush just for him? Oh he can't help but look at every detail, he's impressed. You got everything done to a tea, if he could he would praise you for your handy work but for now he'll settle for just staring at that plush, thinking about how much it continues to show your favouritism towards him.

[7s3ven]

Was literally just making lemonade and I thought to myself “this would be a cute plot for TF 141”.

Like they finally have a well-deserved break and they settle in a little neighborhood to literally just rest. And someone rings the doorbell but all that’s there is a plate of cookies on the porch.

You, their neighbour, eventually approach them and they immediately grow attached because you’re kind and soft and gentle, everything they aren’t.

You make them homemade lemonade and sweets and treat them the way a housewife would, aka a way they’ve never been treated before. And even when they go back to their jobs, they still get gifts from you. And they literally refer to you as their wife or misses.

“Oh, yeah, just a gift from the misses.” Ghost gruffly grumbles to the recruit who asked about the container of brownies.

“I didn’t know you were married.”

“I’m not.”