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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 1 year ago

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Just Another Day

Hey uhh… I’m not sure if my ask is mighty enough for the god of writing requests to see it but could you write a fic where everyone forgets or is too busy for Roman’s birthday? I’m totally not projecting… but the only way I know how to cope is to hurt my boy, bonus points if it doesn’t end with a surprise party – anon

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Warnings: roman's birthday is forgotten and janus and virgil are kinda dicks

Pairings: none

Word Count: 3272

That's the funny thing about birthdays, isn't it?

To everyone else, it's just another day.

Roman wakes up, a smile already forming on his face.

Happy birthday, he thinks as he sits up, patting the red comforter and pillows, happy birthday!

After all, these are his creations, it's only fair that he wishes them a happy birthday as well. Although, he supposes technically their birthday would be when he created them, but it's just easier and more fun if they all celebrate together, right?

He quickly goes through his morning routine, putting on his prince costume and going to his makeup box. What does he feel like today, of all days, should he do the gold sparkle or the red sparkle? Or—oh, even better! The red sparkly as eye shadow and the gold sparkle as an enhancement to his blush! Yes, he's gotten a brand-new blush just for today, Virgil helped him pick it out, he can take a little bit of the gold shimmer and dust it over the top.

He can't stop grinning at himself in the mirror, oh, yes, he will be doing this look more often. He strikes his signature pose and—perfect!

A quick run-through of his fingers and his hair is artfully tousled, double-check that everything on his costume is right, and he's ready to go!

Oh, what is it they'll be preparing? A family breakfast? He does like getting to see everyone in the morning, maybe they'll all be down there already? Or a trip to the Imagination, he may or may not have been brushing up on some of the places he knows all of them love for just such an occasion. Or maybe they'll be baking! He hasn't had homemade desserts in forever, and now that he's started thinking about it, he can't get the taste of fresh chocolate chip cookies out of his head, or fresh flaky biscuits, or lemon bars…

Oh, he's made himself quite hungry.

As he strides to his door, he catches sight of his wide smile in the mirror.

"Happy birthday," he whispers to his reflection, and closes the door behind him.

***

He quickly rules out a family breakfast together, because the only one downstairs when he reaches the kitchen is Patton.

"Good morning!"

"Oh, goodness!" Patton startles, nearly dropping the spatula he's holding. "Roman, don't do that!"

"Sorry, dear Patton-cake," he says, swooping in to kiss his cheek, "just excited this morning!"

"I can see that."

Some part of Roman registers that Patton sounds far more annoyed than he does endeared, but it's lost in the tidal wave of it's my birthday! "What's on the menu this morning, Pat?"

"Well, I'm making an omelet." Sure enough, the eggy-cheesy-vegetable-y mess in the pan goes splat as Patton flips it over. "I don't know what you're going to have."

Oh. "I don't…really like omelets."

"I know, that's why this isn't for you."

Well, that definitely rules out breakfast. "Never fear! I will devise something else as equally delicious to me to have!"

Only with all of their eggs going into the omelet, there won't be enough left to bake anything else. Unless they've gotten more eggs in between last night when he checked the fridge and this morning, but he doubts it.

"Toast," he says triumphantly as Patton plates his omelet and—goes to leave the kitchen? "The breakfast of champions."

Yeah, Patton barely glances over his shoulder as he leaves, calling out: "Sure is, kiddo, good for you."

Roman frowns as Patton vanishes to the living room, hearing the tell-tale clink of the plate against the table as Patton sits down for his own breakfast. He looks back at the toaster, with its two slices of unassuming bread that are—smoking?

"Shit," he mutters, under his breath so Patton won't hear him, hitting the button and wincing as the two shriveled black husks pop up. He grabs a paper towel and disposes them, before deciding that it's his birthday, he can conjure up an English muffin to toast if he wants to.

"Roman," Patton calls just as he goes to toast it, "you're not summoning food in there, are you?"

"But—"

"We have rules about that, kiddo, you remember what happened last time."

"But it's just an English muffin, and my toast got—"

"Rules are rules, kiddo, it's not fair to everyone else if you get to break it. Besides, I know we have more bread."

But it's my birthday, he wants to say, but he can hear that Patton's already made his mind up, so he sighs and throws the English muffin out too. Oh, well, he'll just have to make sure these slices don't burn.

Chin up, he tells himself as he plates his slightly-less burned toast, it's still my birthday!

***

Trip to the Imagination is also quickly ruled out when Patton is long gone and no one else has arrived downstairs. That's…well, that's not great, but it is okay; he manages to watch a few of the videos he's been meaning to for a while before he gets up and goes in search of someone else.

Logan, maybe, what about Logan?

With another smile growing on his face, he bounds up the stairs. Oh, they could have a brainstorm! They could bounce ideas off each other just like they used to, they could spend the day watching one of the shows they'd been meaning to watch and critique it—there was this new movie that came out just a few weeks ago that they'd both said related to their individual projects—

By the time he reaches the outside of Logan's door, he's practically vibrating with excitement. He knocks—shave and a haircut, two bits—and waits, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

"Yes?"

"Logan!"

He thinks he hears Logan sigh but that must just be his chair or his notebook or something. "What is it, Roman, I'm in the middle of something."

"Oh. I, um, I had a question."

"Well, there's no use yelling through the door."

Is that—was that an invitation to come in? He can never tell with Logan anymore. "Can I come in?"

"That was the implication of what I just said, wasn't it?"

Roman carefully opens the door, smiling when Logan looks up—only for it to dim a moment later when Logan looks far more irritated than he'd expected. "Um—hi."

"What's the question?"

"There's, um, that movie that we were talking about came out a few weeks ago."

"That doesn't sound like a question."

"I was wondering if you—if you wanted to watch it?"

"For movie night?"

"N-no, just—just us. I miss talking about things with you."

"You do?" Logan eyes him skeptically over his glasses—his skepticles, Roman calls them in his head and fights not to laugh at his own joke. "When, next week?"

"I was, um, hoping we could do it today?"

Logan sighs, and it's definitely unmistakably a sigh this time, and turns back to his desk. "Roman, I'm busy today. We'll have to work it out later."

"But I—"

"No, Roman. We can watch something tonight at movie night, but I'm afraid I don't have time right now."

"…okay."

Roman closes Logan's door and sighs. Well, that's okay. He can hardly expect Logan to want to change his schedule for him, and he'd thought—well, he was mistaken about whether or not Logan was going to be part of the birthday morning. He'll see him this evening, like he said! That's gonna be really fun.

…really fun.

***

He runs into Janus and Virgil in the hallway and they both burst out laughing.

He blinks, caught off-guard, a small smile forming on his face as he tries to get the joke, only for Janus to look at him again and he only laughs harder.

"Oh, god, thank you, Princey," Virgil gasps, leaning against the wall for support, "I needed that."

"Needed…what?"

"That." Virgil gestures to his face. "You're funnier than we give you credit for, that's—whoa, that's great."

Janus, who is still laughing, just manages to say the words 'glitter clown' before he's off again, nearly sliding down the wall with how hard he's laughing.

Oh.

A sick feeling starts twisting in Roman's stomach as they both start to come down from their laughter, still giggling. Virgil flaps a hand at him.

"You gotta warn me before you do something like that, man, I almost broke a rib."

"Have you been taking lessons from Remus?" A different hurt lances through him at Janus's words. "That's terrifying."

"How did you even do that, did you just shove your face into a bunch of glitter?"

"No."

"What," Janus laughs again, and it's not meant to be cruel—he hopes it's not meant to be cruel but it hurts worse than it did before, "did you wake up and decide to smear glitter all over your face for no reason?"

Then they realize he's not laughing.

"Oh," Janus says first, trying and failing miserably at keeping a straight face—and not just for the obvious reason— "oh, um…did you—did it not come off?"

"Yeah, did you, like, try and wash it off and then it stained? That can happen with some of the less expensive brands—"

"I know that."

"Shit, uh, yeah, I know." Virgil scratches the back of his head. "I, uh, I've got some more heavy-duty makeup remover if you wanna try it—"

"It's fine."

"No, no, I'm sorry, Princey, I shouldn't have laughed so much, I know it was a mistake—" Virgil reaches for him— "lemme help you get it off—"

"It's fine," he mutters through gritted teeth and pushes past them. He doesn't even make it out of earshot before he hears them start laughing again.

He bursts back into his room and storms to the bathroom, ignoring the burning in his face as he fumbles blindly for his makeup remover—which is plenty strong, thank you very much—and scrubs at his face until the cotton pads fall apart. His prince costume is quickly soaked as he splashes water across his face, dripping down his neck and arms to the cuffs and collar. He keeps going, not minding how raw his face starts to feel, not until he knows for damn sure that every little speck of glitter is gone.

Screw them.

It's his birthday, and if they're all going to be absolute jackwagons then he's going to go into the Imagination and enjoy himself all on his own.

***

When he gets downstairs for movie night and sees them all there, looking at him, for one second, he thinks it might be a surprise party.

Then Logan adjusts his glasses and says: "Roman. You're late."

That last little ember of hope in his chest splutters and dies.

"Sorry," he mumbles, slinking over to the empty spot on the far side of the mattress and taking a pillow, "got distracted in the Imagination."

"Hey, at least you got all that glitter off you."

"Oh, good, I was wondering what that was about."

He wraps his arms around the pillow and tries not to think about how cold to the touch it is. "Yeah."

"Alright," Remus says, clapping his hands, "movie time!"

"What are we watching," Virgil asks, grabbing the remote and beginning to scroll through the various options, "are we going action, funny, mystery, animated…?"

Roman perks his head up a little. "Can we watch Love, Simon?"

"We've already seen that, Princey."

"Yeah, but—"

"What about The Meg?" Remus nudges Logan's side. "The sequel's coming out soon and we could get ready for it!"

"Wait, is that the giant shark one?"

"Yeah!"

"I suppose that's a good idea," Logan says and Roman's grip tightens on the pillow, "to prepare. I can only imagine how ridiculous the science of the sequel is going to be."

"Oh, you and I are gonna have a field day."

Roman's chest burns. "But we've seen that one already too."

"Sequel, Ro-Bro," Remus says without even looking at him, "there's gonna be a sequel."

"You've picked a lot recently," Patton adds, giving him a scolding look, "you can let Remus choose."

"But—"

"But nothing," Janus says smoothly, "Virgil, did you find it?"

"Yep!"

The Meg starts playing.

Logan puts his arm around Remus.

Patton starts playing with Remus's hair.

Janus whispers something that makes Remus chuckle and they start doing one of their inside jokes.

Virgil looks at Remus and smiles softly.

Roman is cold.

During one of the big shark fight scenes, he puts the pillow back on the couch and sinks out.

He curls up on his bed and pulls his red comforter—heh—snugly around his chin. He catches sight of himself in the mirror and pointedly turns away.

Happy birthday, he scoffs internally as he feels the tears well up, what a stupid thing.

***

+1.

The Imagination remembered it was Roman's birthday.

Of course it did, Roman was its little prince, of course it remembered. It had been so lovely, playing with the not-so little prince again, creating a beautiful magical forest from him to explore, filled with marvelous critters and creatures alike for Roman to play with. And then a dragon, his dragon, his dragon he'd created was he was still a little prince; his dragon flew down and wished him a happy birthday in its own way, taking him flying and curling up around him on the top of the mountain, nuzzling him like he was part of its horde, which he was. But the little prince hadn't understood, hadn't known that was a happy birthday wish, and so when the little prince is crying all on his own, the Imagination takes matters into its own hands.

The door in Roman's room eases open, a soft twinkling sound waking him from his tear-induced dozing. He blinks, brow furrowing at the sight of it, before stumbling from the bed to the gentle light coming from within.

He pushes it open to see the resplendent tree, glimmering and glistening with a single swing hanging from a low branch. All around it spin galaxies, nebulas, cosmic wonders in an inky-purple sea of open sky. His breath leaves him in a rush and the Imagination coaxes him closer.

For you, it whispers as its little prince sits on the swing, marveling at the cosmos around him, all for you, little one, happy birthday.

It dries Roman's tears with soft, warm breeze, the tree branch beginning to gently swing him back and forth. The stars twinkle, the skies fill, and oh, that's better—Roman starts to smile.

All too soon, however, it starts to fade again and the Imagination rushes back—what's the matter, little prince, what's wrong? It's your birthday, you shall want for nothing, what do you need?

It carefully pokes and tests the various emotions radiation from its little prince and…ah. The little prince is lonely.

"Ro?"

Roman turns, eyes widening when he sees Remus. "Re?"

"Whoa," Remus mumbles, taking in the tree and its surrounding wonders, "this is cool as fuck, Roro."

"Um…thanks."

"Seriously, how long have you been working on this? This is—I've never seen the Imagination like this before."

The little prince fumbles for something to say and when he tugs wordlessly on the swing for help, the Imagination obliges. A tendril from higher up in the tree slowly lowers, a single red and gold sparkly cupcake nestled in its grasp. A candle burns atop it, and Roman's breath catches in his throat.

"What's that?" Remus comes up over his shoulder just as Roman reaches for the cupcake. "Whoa—wait, Roro, is it—"

Yes, the Imagination whispers.

"Ro," Remus asks, voice small and soft, "was…was today your birthday?"

"…yeah."

"Fuck," Remus bites out, before storming a few feet away and raising his voice, "we're all fucking horrible, get in here!"

"Language!"

"Remus!"

"Hey, what the hell?"

"Speak for yourself, Remus!"

"No," Remus barks, his hands on his hips as he glares at the various pajama-clad Sides in front of him, "we are all horrible because we just forgot today was Ro's birthday and we're gonna figure out some way to make it up to him!"

"Wait, fuck—"

"That was today? I thought it was next week!"

"Is that—oh, that's why you wanted to spend time with me—"

"Shit."

Roman just sits quietly, unwrapping his cupcake as the Imagination swings him gently back and forth. He seems to like the nebula just off the edge of the cliff, beneath his feet, and so it makes it sparkle a little more, clouds of cosmic dust swirling back and forth.

"Ro," Remus says as the others keep worrying, "I'm really sorry."

"It's fine."

"It's not fine. You went to bed crying on your birthday and none of us noticed. I didn't notice, that's not okay." Remus ruffles his hair. "What can I do?"

"You don't have to do anything."

"But—"

"Look," Roman says, looking up at him, "I don't—having stuff happen because you guys feel bad isn't going to help. I don't want your pity. Or your groveling, whatever you want to call it. There's always next year."

"You shouldn't have to wait a whole year to do stuff you want because we were assholes," Virgil says as the rest of them come closer, "it doesn't—fuck, it doesn't have to be a birthday thing, but do you wanna…I dunno, just schedule some stuff to do with us?"

Roman shrugs.

"You sure?"

"You guys are busy," he mumbles, still toying with his cupcake, "I get it. It's just a day."

"It's not just a day," Patton says, "it's supposed to be your day. If you want to do something—"

"That didn't work out super well for me, did it?" He glances over his shoulder and back down to the cupcake. The Imagination ruffles his hair with another warm breeze. "It's okay. You guys are busy."

"I'm not," Virgil says, "I've got nothing."

"Same here," says Patton, and he hears Janus hum.

"I can spend time with you," Logan starts and Roman just laughs.

"I know for a fact that's not true."

"…it is, actually," Janus mumbles and Roman's shoulders hunch.

"I'd like to be alone, now, please."

"Roman—"

"Now."

And the Imagination obliges, shuttling all of them outside and quickly calling Roman's dragon to come and cuddle him. It comes, chuffing softly and nuzzling his hair, blowing warm air over his bare legs as it curls up next to the swing and rests its head in his lap.

"You were saying happy birthday earlier," he mumbles, stroking the ridges on its head, "weren't you?"

The dragon snuffles in confirmation, nudging the cupcake. Roman laughs, a little strangled, and takes a bite.

"Thank you."

Anything for you, the Imagination whispers as the dragon purrs, anything for you.

Remus is waiting when Roman returns to his room, sitting on his bed in his pajamas with his stuffed Kraken. He looks up when Roman enters and holds out his arms.

"Come cuddle," he says when Roman still hovers by the door, "please?"

"Why?"

"'Cause you're my bro and I love you and you look like you need a cuddle."

"…okay."

Remus is big and warm and soft, and Roman curls up in his brother's arms. The Imagination keeps the galaxies spinning outside his window, his dragon keeping watch as the two of them drift off to sleep.

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alittlemoth · 2 years ago

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Hello!

May I request holly Dark Cacao cookie with a s/o who is a white fluffy feathered dragon who is very lazy. Like Dark Cacao probably has to drag them into battle. And was definitely puff up their feathers when mad or is defending something

Hope your doing great! <333

A dark cacao request! Sure thing anon!

Dark cacao x lazy! dragon! reader.

A dragon. Fierce, powerful, deadly, they fly through the sky looking for their next victim.... Is what most people would think hearing the king of the Cacao Kingdom is with a dragon, but no he fell in love with and married a "lazy sack of feathers"

Witches help him, in a kingdom full of warriors, strength, and active citizens..... You are the dragon of the snowy cliffs, a relatively peaceful dragon so long no one harms those you deem your friends... With no obvious threats around you do what most reptiles do... Rest. Now resting itself is not what bothers the mighty king, he understands that rest is good for the body the mind and the soul. It's the fact that when there is a fight that needs your abilities you still wish to rest....

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

You hear your name. Then footsteps then your name again. "It's an emergency oh great dragon! Twenty seven yetis and a snow lion have started attacking the wall!" You barely move your tail only flicking in acknowledgment. You mumble out a reply "yes that is troubling, but nothing the watchers can't handle" you yawn, stretch, and then turn to the watcher sent to you. A young one, probably still designated as the messenger. "If it was bad enough where you really needed me, my husband would have come and woken me-"

Speak of the cakes you hear him coming up the stairs your name yelled by the king. "What are you doing you lazy sack of feathers, it's time you get up it is that bad!" You don't move. "Do the thing and I'll go" the king motions to the watchers that have gathered to leave, but you command they stay, much to your husband's horror. "If it's that bad, do. The. Thing." He sighs looking at the five watchers who have come to see what the 'thing' that only he can do.

The king sighs, comes closer to you rests his head on you and whispers "my dove, my love, my star. I will..." He hesitated wondering if he had to do this, then he saw your eyes so excited and continued "I will rest and take a day off with you if you come help" you look expecting more and when it doesn't come you motion for him to continue, he sighs "and i will cuddle with you all day" you grin finally getting what you wanted! It's not like he wasn't affectionate he's actually very cuddly and sweet... He just doesn't want citizens to know that he's the clingy one in private. You got up to take care of the issue.

And then the next day, you get your day off with hubby. Dark Cacao gets a day off that he desperately needed, and you get to be the big spoon for once! It was perfect and now that his watchers know that he's cuddly you get more public affection! It was a great couple of days.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk x reader #dark cacao x reader #dragon!reader #moth writes

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reeedvelvet · 3 years ago

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Hi there hope you have a great day!♡

If your still taking request may I have pure vanilla, mint cookie, red velvet with a s/o who likes to cover them in lipstick kisses when they're stress, and sometimes pull them into a long agresive kiss when they're angry

(This idea have been stuck with me forever)

♡♡♡♡

wait that's a great idea anon!!!1!!111!!!!!!1!!!!!!11

YES OF COURSE YOU TOO HAVE A GREAT DAY AS WELL!

a bit suggestive btw-

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DON'T LIKE REBLOG ♡

『•• Pure Vanilla Cookie ••』

❣ He tries to help you with your stress and anger- but uh- he can't even help himself when you attack him with kisses-

❝ I just can't believe Dark Enchantress did that- ❞ a pair of soft lips touched with yours, it totally caught you by surprise- he pulled away and continued to read the book in his hand like nothing happened. Oh two can play this game- your frustration got better of you ❝ pure- ❞ his eyes widened, slightly alarmed at your sudden moment ❝ l-love-? ❞ you grabbed his cloths and pull him towards to yourself- damn what a beast you are (Name) pull me like this will you 😳

❝ (N-Name)- m-must y-you kiss me l-like that- ❞ ❝ Yes, stay still will you? Stop squirming around ❞ ❝ mmmm ❞ melts

❝ We're not done yet, where do you think you're going? ❞ ❝ (Name) i can't breathe- ❞

❣ One time, when your lip stick stained- he was with gingerbraves team that day- ❝ uhhh P-Pure Vanilla cookie? W-Whats that-? ❞ gingerbrave asked- ❝ p-pure v-vanilla-!? ❞ strawberry cookie hid herself in her hoodie, ❝ Custard you're too young to see this- ❞ wizard raised his sleeve to hid custard's eyes ❝ wh- whAT HAPPENED- ❞ ❝ (Name) again- pppFFFFTTT- ❞ ❝ E-Excuse me for a moment- ❞ he never go out again-

『•• Mint Choco Cookie ••』

❣ He hates it smh. Like, (Nameee)- ur lip stick stains i have a performance tonight- and whenever ur lipstick stains his reaction is always the same: a high pitched (name) scream.

❝ (nAAAMEEEE)SDKLMVCFDNV- ❞ ❝ (naaAMEE)WHTISTHEMEANINGOFTHIS ❞ ❝ i swEAR (nAME) COME BACK HERE- nO WAIT DON'T- ❞

❣ His biggest nighmare, a angy (name) in front of him. No no, its not cause hes scared of you, babe- ur lips stick stains and i have a performance tonight- no kissy kissy- pls- (name)- nokjdaskjfg-

❝ (NamE)- i- i have a performance tonight- ❞ ❝ So what , dont even think 'bout escaping ❞ ❝ hhmmmmhm(nameee)- lET ME GOOO- ❞

❣ But when ur angy, oh boy- help him he can't survive when you kiss him that deep- He like,, lasts two or three seconds- if u can keep him in his place, cause like- boy squirms around ur grip alot- then he faints- ❝ wh- wHAT R U TRYING TO KILL ME!? HUH ❞ ❝ actually, yes. I didn't let my tongue down your throat did i? This time atleast. ❞ damn was that a bit suggestive?????????? whatever enjoy-

『•• Red Velvet Cookie ••』

❣ Ohoh, boy loves it a little too much. Just to annoy you, he will start something really stupid, all to annoy you- ❝ You're doing it on purpose aren't you? ❞ ❝ heh of course. ❞ he'll say with a smirk- ugh go ahead and punch him, with love of course.

❣ He'll nudge your arm with his, act all sassy and shit, all to annoy you- and guess its working. ❝ Thats it. ❞ he'll smirk wide while watching you come to him ❝ Oh? What? Did i get onto your nerves- oomp- ❞ hah get suprise kissed-

❝ *wheeze* E-Enough- ❞ ❝ No ❞ ❝ (nAME)- ❞ the all and mighty cake prince red velvet, how the defeat tastes like-? ❝ (N-Name) i-i really can't- ❞ ❝ You're weak. ❞ ❝ yes to you ❞

❣ Actually likes when you kiss him hard- ❝ Babe- babe, kiss me like you usually do ❞ ❝ ...which one? ❞ ❝ uhm- the- the long nd agressive one👉👈❞

❣ This mf shows off when the lip stick stains- like alot- smirks wide when the other cookies of darkness stare at the lip stick stains on him- ❝ m-m-must b-be g-go-good t-to h-ha-have a s-s/o- ❞ ❝ Red velvet cookie what is the meaning of this- ❞ ❝ ... ❞ yeah, he definitely likes when the attention is on him.

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angelicalchaoticabyss · 2 years ago

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Owl anon and...I'd like a soft yandere eclair one shot...maybe....with a reader who is normally shy but loves to read about history?

(Soft Yandere!Eclair Cookie x Shy!Reader) Love for History

He had been watching you for a while now.

You come in everyday and spend hours looking over everything, at this point you’ve seen everything in the museum at least 10 times. It was so fascinating to Eclair; you’d just reread every little bit of information and even make your own notes. The way your eyes would sparkle when he had a new exhibit it was…so cute!

The way you smiled and glittered at the history of kingdom’s long passed, the mighty exploits of the great Tea Knight Cookie, inspecting the bones of a long-fallen dragon.

It reminded him so much of his own love for history!

Eclair was a bit shy himself at first, approaching you, but after getting the awkward introductions out of the way he got straight to talking about what would interest you. Through the conversation you slowly came out of your shell, happily going back and forth about the histories of the world. Your face was simply amazing and it made his heart flutter!

“My dear you’re simply a delight! Please please you’re welcome every day all day! I’d love to hear more of your notes and thoughts on the world!” He exclaimed with great joy.

“O-Oh thank you so much Eclair cookie that means so much to me! I’ll be sure to share more with you, this conversation was truly amazing!” You replied, grateful and happy.

The curator watched you leave with a sigh and starry eyes.

Each time he saw you was a bigger joy now that you were becoming friends, you both talked about history near endlessly. As you got closer you got more personal about your life and it saddened him that you didn’t have many friends. You were simply such a delight but sadly not enough cookies had enough patience to work through your shyness.

But that’s okay though, it just means you have more time for him!

Eventually Eclair would just go out with you in public outside the museum, of course not to big or loud areas. More quiet places like the park or a garden, today you were both out in a lovely forest for a walk! He simply wanted to be with and protect you forever! Be the only one you love! But he’d never do anything to scare or hurt you…of course…

Though…if anyone…WERE to hurt you…

“Eclair Cookie, are you okay? You’re spacing out a bit.”

“Oh! Oh, don’t worry about me my dear I’m just fine! Hahahah, got my head in the clouds today, my apologies.” He smiled.

“It’s okay no need to apologize!”

“Still, I love listening to you dear, please, continue.” He gently urged.

“Well, I wanted to say I deeply appreciate you taking time out of your day to come out with me. I mean you have a whole museum to run but every day you find at least an hour to spend with me outside. I do have a few other friends but none of them have gone…THAT out of their way for me before.”

“Oh darling, of course I’ll always find time to spend with you. You’re truly such a delight and it’s simply wonderful to have a friend who loves history as much as I do! Not to mention how intelligent and wonderful you are!” He chuckled a bit when you got a little flustered.

“O-Oh come on I’m not that great.” You stuttered.

“Nonsense, of course you are!” He replied with a confident tone.

“Heh…heheheh, well, you know…when you asked me if cookies tend to not have the patience to work through my shyness uh…you were…really on the mark.” You thought before continuing. “Social stuff has…always been really difficult and stressful for me, so making and let alone keeping friends is really difficult. Plus, you know some just uh…can’t really keep up with my fixation on history and some just…really want me to change the subject or shut up when I’m telling them something new I learned. But you stayed right there, helped lead the conversation when I couldn’t, you love history just like me and talk about it for hours. You even helped learned to talk about and keep up conversations of other topics, you did so much. Really, thank you so much, you’re just the sweetest.”

Eclair squeaked when you suddenly hugged him, but he instantly calmed and hugged you back. His heart soared at the feeling, pounded with his love for you. But…he’ll wait for you; he’ll wait for as long as he needs to…or has to. Hearing your words made him so happy, that he made such an impact for you. Though at the same time he was angry at your situation, you don’t deserve to be or feel so lonely.

“Well, my dear, I feel the same, Hahahah, most cookies completely blank out what I say after a time. Not to mention there are many who just…come to the museum solely for my appearance. But you’re not like that and I truly have no better friend than you.” He gently explained with his own slight tint of somberness.

He missed your warmth when you released him but it was replaced with you holding his hand, your smile was so beautiful. You deserved joy like this.

The remainder of the forest walk was calm and lovely, perfect for you both. It almost felt like a date to him, a date was…such a lovely thought. And the thought of making those cookies who abandoned you suffer sounded even lovelier to him- NO! No no, no no no.

Oh goodness gracious he’s getting ahead of himself there, don’t focus on those fools who are missing out! Just, focus on you.

“Hey! I remember there’s a Rainbow Jelly Butterfly migration that comes through the upcoming field every few years! It should happen today, let’s go see if we can witness it ourselves!” You suggested and he couldn’t ever say no that smile.

Plus, he wanted to see it too.

#cr #crk #cr x reader #crk x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #yandere cr #yandere crk #x reader #eclair cookie #eclair cookie x reader #yandere eclair cookie

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kalopses-sonderes · 3 years ago

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Hyper anon here..checking since I remember ya wrote earlier about ask box sometimes deleting asks....did you get my ask about avocado making hyper baker a toy squeaky hammer and later the kingdom cookies see hyper baker play fighting the cookies of darkness...like hyper baker would bop one of them on the head with the hammer and it wouldn't hurt, it would just squeak and like...I remember I used licorice but it can be any cod really...they go "oh! What a mighty attack! Oh no! I'm being defeated!" Or something like that.....I also wanna make edit to add on...I think hyper baker would play fight purple yam and milk too lol...wonder how they would react to little play warrior baker lol...also sorry for getting off topic and hope you liked extra stuff but hope ya got that ask and like this little addition to ask lol!

-Avocado would make many extra toy hammers, baker brakes them easily..

-Baker would go around tapping cookies on the head and running away giggling, depending on the cookie depends how hard the “tap” is

-When hyper! Baker play fights the cookie of darkness, not all of them play along…

licorce 10/10 would play along and act hurt as if baker took him down

Red velvet 6/10 if you convince him enough, he’ll play along

Poison mushroom 5/10 you have tor explain whats going on and tell him what to do, but otherwise he’ll play along

Pomegranate, Dark Choco, Dark Enchantress are all 0/10 they wouldn’t play along and would br confused on why it doesn’t hurt and why bakers doing this

-Purple yam would be an 7/10 play fighter. Idk he seems like he scare you more than attack you. So he would get close to you but wont attack, he wants to see what you do. He’ll teach you skills that not many cookies know besides him, and watch you use it on an unsuspecting cookie(poor cookie🥲)

-Milk would be 1000/10 to play fight with. He would get you really light weight armor so you look like a warrior. He would let you win a lot and would teach you simple but effective skills😭 bro ngl he would be your fighting instructor (FIGHTING INSTRUCTOR MILK IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING)

#sonder hyper anon #cookie run #crk #cookie run kingdom #sonder rambles #crk x reader #self aware crk #self aware au #pure vanilla cookie #milk cookie #purple yam cookie #avocado cookie

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eoncafe · 3 years ago

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hihi !! could you write for pitaya and ananas with a cookie s/o that's very friendly and caring for animals/animal-like beings, perhaps with that being how they met? if that makes sense !! thank you and happy new year ^_^

happy (belated) new year to you anon!! i hope we’ll all soar to new heights this year!

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pairing(s): pitaya dragon cookie x reader, ananas dragon cookie x reader (romantic)

type: headcanons, fluff

warnings: none

reader type: gender neutral (they/them), animal lover

currently listening: dominique leone - nellie mckay

notes: nothing i like the dragons. dragons good

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pitaya

they…don’t really get it

they’re used to seeing smaller creatures as inferior and even prey sometimes, so they don’t understand why you care for them so much

their worldview begins to change when they stumble and collapse from an injury they sustained during a rather poorly chosen battle and none other than you come across them

“oh, you poor thing! are you hurt?”

they’re in dragon form so you don’t quite recognize them as the terrifying and formidable warrior that frequents the hollyberry kingdom

they don’t trust you at first but then begrudgingly allow you to treat their wounds

you’re so tender and gentle about it that they can’t help but feel an unfamiliar gentle flame spark in their draconic heart

after you treat them, they spread their wings and let out a mighty roar of triumph, their strength having been restored! they turn back into their cookie form, revealing themselves to be pitaya dragon cookie

honestly, you’re kind of embarrassed that you didn’t recognize them before..

they gruffly and awkwardly offer you their gratitude, unused to showing manners. you saved their life of course, and they owe you.

they end up offering you their protection, almost becoming like your bodyguard. your guardian angel in scaly red armor. they’re…kind of overbearing but that’s okay!

“ssssuch a kind heart…weak and unbecoming, typical for s cookie like yourssself…”

they secretly adore your kindhearted nature snd likewatching you take care of your animal friends

ananas

as a guardian of their island, ananas dragon cookie is very protective of it and the creatures living there

so when they hear of an intruder, they’re quick to jump into action

…what? why aren’t they attacking? stealing anything? this can’t be right.

you were too busy nursing a small animal back to health to notice the massive dragon sitting behind you, eyeing you with utter bewilderment.

you aren’t even scared like they thought you would be

“oh, hello. are you hurt too? do you want me to help?” you coax.

“help? i do not need help frrrom the likes of you.” ananas shakes out their frill.

you smile at them. that’s okay, but if they ever get hurt then you’re an expert!

ananas decides to leave you be, for now.

they’ll continue to keep an eye on you to make sure you aren’t causing any trouble…it’s not like there’s any other reason!

if this proud dragon is ever injured, they never admit it. no, you have to be the one to find them and convince them to let you work your magic

they don’t really understand why the animals of the island practically flock to you. even the fish become more active whenever you’re at the shore!

are they jealous of a fish? certainly not. the great golden dragon doesn’t get jealous! least of all of a stupid fish…

sometimes they’ll pretend to be hurt just to get your attention. oh well…

#ananas dragon cookie #pitaya dragon cookie #cookie run x reader #cookie run #mod latias✈️#when it comes to the dragons i always go overboard..

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askaceattorney · 3 years ago

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Dear Anonymous,

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Dear Anonymous,

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....

DON’T JUDGE ME!

Dear dawsongfg,

Mod Edgeworth: I often do, but as of late due to preventing spoilers of the upcoming game, I’m allowing Co-Mod to check the inbox.

Co-Mod: I check it every day to scan for Mod letters so I can separate them from the character letters. Thanks for making that job more of a challenge, by the way.

(Mumble grumble...)

Dear rogertheegg,

Mod Edgeworth:

Not posted yet. I’ve seen it when scrolling down the list of letters. You submitted this on April 16th and we are still on April 12th. It doesn’t break any rules, so you’re good. However, there are letters I’m now getting to that did break the rules... the no spamming letters rule. One did confess to it and apologized for it, while the other has since not made any spam letters. Not to mention April 12th was the day I first announced my arrival, so there will be a ton of letters for the first few days until we get to yours.

Unless you’ve sent 11 letters on the same day or 21 of the same letter to 21 different characters, no deletion of your letters are going to happen.

(Referenced Letters)

Dear dawsongfg,

Mod Edgeworth: Where did I say there was anything wrong with it. I personally find Phoenix’s disaster sense of fashion cute.

Do you have a problem with it?

Co-Mod: Sorry, you’re too late. “Qwertrude” is canon, at least until we start answering letters to characters from the Chronicles games.

Dear dawsongfg and a1tam0nt,

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As for the DGS2 letters, they actually should be accepted now, since they won’t be answered in another three months. I did say in my previous post that letters for DGS are the only letters you’re allowed to have spoilers. I’ll likely zoom over them the moment I see a DGS character.

Co-Mod: If all goes well, letters to characters from both of the Chronicles games will be allowed sometime in the middle of September. We’ll just have to see. In the meantime, please at least use proper English when you insult us.

Dear Matt Engarde and Ini Miney,

Mod Edgeworth: Go home, you’re drunk!

Dear dawsongfg,

Mod Edgeworth:

Does it look like I do? (Answer: hell yeah! I’ve actually been waiting for someone to give me a mod nickname like the mods of old.)

Mod Edgeworth: Oh, you poor thing. You’re not sorry rofl.

You’re lucky we haven’t deleted your letters yet like we are with everyone else. You calm yourself down and snack on a cookie.

I’m doing good.

Co-Mod: Same.

Dear Anonymous:

Mod Edgeworth: Apparently, you do, dumbass. Also, FYI, Co-Mod knows my original account and knows I don’t go by Anonymous when writing my letters. I also don’t use “stupid” when insulting others for low intelligence. I’m from Texas, so I use a bit more colorful language sparingly.

Co-Mod: I can confirm.

(Referenced Letter)

Dear Wendy Oldbag,

Mod Edgeworth: You asked for it.

(walks up to Miles Edgeworth)

Well, hello there, handsome. I must say that you are looking mighty fine today, sexy. Think we can go out? Maybe have a little drink. I know a place that serves some fine wine in crystal glasses.

Dear Anonymous,

Mod Edgeworth: It changes as we add them, but I’d say over 50.

Co-Mod: Yep, thank God we finally have some buffer! Oh, and thanks to the Mod team as well.

Dear Anon,

Mod Justice:

HOKUTO HYAKURETSU KEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!

WAAAATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA, AAATAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

That... *gasp* took a lot... *gasp* of... *gasp* energy... *gasp* out of me... *gasp* Come on, Mod Justice, breathe...

They’re on the ground, Co-Mod. Would you please finish them off for me while I relax on the couch?

Co-Mod:

Gotcha covered.

Thought we were joking, didn’t you?

Dear Anonymous,

Mod Edgeworth: I’ve played it once. My parents and siblings were the ones that often played it. I did play Runescape.

Co-Mod: I didn’t get into Minecraft back then, I actually rebought the game recently, and I’m mostly enjoying it. I still can’t seem to make in any decent progress in Survival mode, but I do love the feeling of coming back to my blocky home after a long day of exploring, mining, and fighting for my life. It’s a very unique experience.

(Referenced Letters)

Dear Inferno,

Mod Edgeworth: No, I wrote those letters. What you are seeing is a difference in mods and how we answer letters. I mentioned this to 35apollo in the comment section. That’s why I placed that tag on there. It had nothing to do with following or not following rules. It’s just me placing my reason for why I answered it like that, despite all other letters responding differently.

So yes, different mods have different ways and styles of answering letters. Of course, if you wish for a specific mod to answer a letter, that’s what the mod tags are there for.

-The Mods

#Anonymous #rogertheegg #a1tam0nt #Mod Post #Mod Edgeworth #Co Mod #Mod Justice

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salamanderskin · 4 years ago

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For the anon who wanted Caduceus + Sniffles

Thanks for ask, fellow Caduceus fan. This is brought to you by my obsession with Cad saying ‘uh-oh’ before he sneezes, Team Cleric and found family taking care of each other.

The kitchen in the Xhorhaus is bright and warm, populated by one familiar firbolg who is tackling the enormous pile of dirty dishes. Caleb had only meant to grab a glass of water before returning to his books but it is impossible not to pause when Caduceus calls out, "Hey Caleb, there's tea and cookies on the table."

No matter how long he lives with his friends, Caleb will never, ever get used to this. It always makes him warm inside as he takes one and sits at the long wooden table, reading forgotten for now. "Did you make these?" "No, Jester did." "And you are cleaning up after her because-?" Caduceus just shrugs and is soon up both elbows in washing-up.It's very calm in the kitchen, though not quiet. The part of Caleb's mind that is always alert tracks the slight sounds of sloshing water, dishes in the sink, creaks on the floowboards above and soft sniffles from Caduceus every few minutes.

-snf snf-- as Caduceus carries a stack of pots over from the stove.

A more insistent -snfSNF- followed by the clatter of pans put down quickly and-

His first panicked thought is that Caduceus might be crying. He hears the chaotic gasps of breath, sees his broad hands reaching to hide his face

."heh… heh-- 'chsshoo! 'scuse me." Ah, it was only a sharp little sneeze, half-smothered into the cup of Caduceus' hands.

"Gesundheit."

"Thank you." The firbolg runs the back of his wrist under his muzzle and sniffles again before returning the washing up.Caleb is paying closer attention now. It is a little comical, the way Caduceus can't itch at his nose because both his hands are soaked with soapy water, forcing him to scrunch up his muzzle and sniffle. His progress is hindered by sudden, flinching sneezes which he tries his best to direct away from the sink.

"Uh oh… uhhCHshhhoo!- CHsshoo!"

Despite his efforts, soap suds drift into the air. Those plus the steaming water can't be helping at all, Caleb thinks.

The third time it happens, Caduceus actually has to stop what he's doing, dry his hands on a tea towel and pinch under his nose under the sneezing stops. He looks so uncharacteristically frustrated that Caleb comes over to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah, just…" Caduceus scrubs at his nose again, "sniffles."

"So I hear." "I'm sorry, it must be very annoying."

"Worse for you, I think- gesundheit!"- Caleb finishes as Caduceus sneezes another sharp IIiSshhoo! that rocks him back on his heels.

"If you keep this up I will set Jester on you."

"Hah." Caduceus laughs. "I'm sure there's no need. I'm gonna go grab a hankie and take a tea break and I'll be good to go."

"I'll hold you to that." Caleb affirms and takes the rest of his tea back to the study where he can drink it in peace.

. ……….

They share dinner that evening. Caduceus is really getting the hang of cooking the unfamiliar foods available in Rosohna and most of it is quite delicious, though perhaps heavier on mushrooms and lighter on rats than the rest of the party might prefer. After the meal Caleb looks to his friend to offer thanks and finds him looking distinctly worse for wear. Caduceus clears the plates away as if on autopilot, his eyes looking somewhere else. When the human taps him on the shoulder, Caduceus starts in surprise.

"Oh, sorry, I was somewhere else." His voice sounds soft and hoarse, punctuated by a few rogue sniffles. Caleb is no cleric but even he can see that Caduceus looks tired and unwell. He raises an eyebrow.

"You look done in. Sit down, someone else can do the dishes. Possibly Jester"

"Did someone say my name?!"

As if summoned, everyone's favourite blue tiefling appears out of nowhere to lean against the counter.

"Ah, I was just suggesting that you could do the washing up."

Jester huffs and rolls her eyes theatrically but grabs her apron nonetheless. "We really, really need to get some servants or something. I shouldn't be expected to- oh, what's the matter with Caduceus?"

"I'm fine." Jester shares a glance with Caleb as Caduceus chooses that moment to double over and sneeze "heh-- 'chsshoo!" into his elbow as discreetly as he can manage.

"Come here. Let me look at you."

"Just a -snf- just a s-seh-cond-" His voice cracks. "hah-chIISShoo! Oh dear."

"Bless you. Now come here."

Caduceus casts a wary glance at Caleb who pats him firmly on the back.

"I'm not letting you escape this one, my friend. Let her do her job for once."

"Yeah, let me--- hey! Cay-leb!" Jester's cheeks colour in outrage at the gentle jab. "I'm a very good healer, actually. It's not my fault that normally Caduceus gets in there before I get a chance. You just watch."

It's a little comical: Jester rising to her tiptoes to try and examine a seven foot tall firbolg who does not look at all convinced, until he concedes and kneels to let her examine his features at her own level. He actually blushes a little, which only draws more attention to how red and sore his nose looks.

"Aw, your ears are all pressed back against your head. Like a sad puppy." Jester mourns.

"They do that." Caduceus sniffles. "Say aaah." Caduceus duly opens his mouth and gives them both a good look at his tonsils. Jester's hands wander to the side of his neck, feeling his temperature and probing for sore glands. "How do you feel?"

"Nothing serious. Tired. Throat's a little sore. Runny nose."

"Aww." Jester coos and presses a kiss to the crown of his head, into the soft pink hair. "You're sick for sure."

"Is that your diagnosis, High Priestess Cleric?" Caleb laughs. "What about treatment?" She sighs. "Well, I didn't actually prepare any restoration spells today and I'm assuming you didn't either, Caduceus, or you'd have healed yourself already?"

Caduceus nods and returns to standing, coughing to clear his throat.

"That's true, though for minor illnesses my family usually just let it run its course. It builds your immune system."

"That's the stupidest thing I ever heard!" Caleb can only nod in agreement. "From what I understand, the theory is sound, but we may need you fighting fit at a moment's notice. Besides, I do not want to see you uncomfortable. None of us do."

That makes Caduceus smile even as he sniffles.

Jester nods, making her mind up. "Caduceus you should go and sit down, Caleb will do the washing up and I will make hot chocolate for you."

"I already have some tea-" He protests.

"Yes, but what you really need is hot chocolate. Cleric's orders." Jester gives him a stern look. "Do I argue with you when you're healing people?"

Before the firbolg can protest that yes, she often does, he is taken by the arm, led into the common room and pushed gently onto a sofa between Yasha and Fjord.

"Caduceus is getting sick so everyone has to be really nice to him, okay?" Jester announces to the room at large. Beau laughs from her place beside the fire.

"Aahh, I was considering beating him up, but it can wait."

"I wasn't planning on being anything else?" Fjord says a beat later, bemused.

"I will return with hot chocolate for everyone. It's medicinaaaal," Jester sings as she disappears back to the kitchen, leaving the rest of the Mighty Nein blinking in surprise and Caduceus looking embarrassed but pleased.

"Are you really sick, 'Deucey?" Veth asks cautiously.

Caduceus can only sigh and nod. The cracked edge to his voice speaks for itself so he just adds, "Just a little sniffly. Jester is determined to take very good care of me and it's in everyone's best interest to do what she wants."

"That sounds wise." Veth nods. "And hey, hot chocolate! I'm gonna put booze in mine!"

"Can I put some in mine too?" Yasha pipes up.

This devolves into a heated discussion about whether whiskey or rum would be a better choice. Caduceus lets it wash over him and leans back onto the sofa. He does feel tired now, the joint aching tiredness that comes with a cold. His throat feels sore and hot, his sinuses full and itchy but he is too comfortable to reach for a handkerchief just at this moment.

He can feel the half-orc's body heat and is grateful for it. Without thinking leans until he rests against Fjord's shoulder, his long hair sweeping over them both like a veil. A shiver runs through him and Fjord responds by tucking an arm around him. It's really, really nice.

He has to ruin the moment by wrenching upright to sneeze away from his friends and over his lap.

"huhhKShh!- KKShh!- ehhKSshoo!"Ugh, he can't stop and the others paused in their conversation to stare at him. "Heh- s'cuse mbe- KKHssshhoo!" He is vaguely aware of Fjord rubbing his back as he sneezes a few more times. "Ugh. Sorry," he excuses himself and flops back into the sofa with a groan.

Fjord is still looking at him fondly, unphased. "Can I say Wildmother bless you? Is that a thing?"

"I guess so. Thadk you, Fjord."

At that moment Jester and Caleb reenter the living room carrying trays of steaming mugs. Jester looks positively joyful as she takes in the crackling fire, her friends gathered round and her patient resting on the sofa. Even Caleb looks somewhat at peace. Frumpkin is around his shoulders, purring. "This is nice, isn't it guys?" Jester says for all of them.

"It really is." Caduceus says, and means it. He'd put up with a lot of sniffles for this.

#salamanderskin's fic #sneeze kink

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brittle-doughie · 1 year ago

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Hi! I just love your writings!

So could i request a stardust cookie and an astronaut reader oneshot?

Like they have an "cosmic date" of some sort.

- 📡 anon

Satellite (Stardust Cookie)

The title is a complete coincidence, satellite anon lol

“Cookie Command to Y/N Cookie. How’s it going up there?”

“Everything is fine, Command. Just taking it easy on the surface. Those cookies were right, the Moon does look great, especially up close!”

“Roger that, she is shining mighty fine up there from here on Earthbread. How’s the satellite?”

“Doing okay. Not seeing any issues outside of its orbit going a little off course, but I’ve had help with that.”

“Good, good. Be sure to report back in a little while-…did you say you’ve had help with it?”

“Talk to ya later, Command!”

You shut off your communications as you turned to your side.

“Sorry about that. Where were we?”

“Do you see the stars shining brightly around us, Y/N Cookie?”

“I see them. In spite of their age, they shine as brightly as ever, peppering the night sky with their presence.”

“One day, I wish to become a star myself. Would you think of me when you see it? As I become closer amidst the stars?”

“Oh Stardust Cookie…”

You moved your hand to gently wrap around his.

“You’re already a star to me, among the stars all around us, it’s you who shines the brightest among them. You know my eyes are only for you~ Hehe~”

Stardust can only giggle in return, blush dusting his cheeks. It was now observing the stars together, just the two of you, hands tightly held together.

You’re probably going to get an earful from Cookie Command later, but for now, it was just you and Stardust…

But if you lead I will follow…

A thousand miles away…

#cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #crk x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #stardust cookie #stardust cookie x reader

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blizzardfluffykpop · 6 years ago

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Daycare Days

Summary: Daycares are sweet not just because of the children within but with the bonds you make within it.

Yoongi X Reader

This was requested by anon btw

Prompt: 7. “I dare you to go tell Santa what you want...” (bias is Santa)

To pay for college I started working for the daycare center in the college, it makes me a pretty penny of ten bucks an hour. Which isn't that bad it pays my bills, keeps me afloat, but that's all it does if I wanted to buy presents. I'd have to save all the money I spend on food which is about twenty bucks and that isn't much. I'll probably end up making gifts for people instead.

As talkative as I am, that's how shy I am. But with little kids I can talk to them for weeks and not get tired of it, I'm rather not shy with them. When it comes to the adults that work with me, it's a whole different story. I work with four other people, I talk to them a little a bit, about as much as I talk to my classmates. Which is when I have to, I'll talk to them, when I don't I dodge. Even if one of them is extremely cute, gives me note of a reason to avoid.

My Beach Boy Christmas songs have been playing since the 1st November in my car and in my house that's all that's been on. The daycare is, finally, getting into the Christmas spirit as we help the kids make little ornaments and presents for their parents or guardians. I turn on some Christmas and dance with a little boy named, Wooyoung who is as energetic and loud as I am shy.

I'm currently sitting with Wooyoung and his bestest best friend, Seokmin helping them make ornaments of little trains to go on the tree that will be set up in a week or so. Being as it is November 21st.

I get a text as the two kids start talking with their hands about a movie they watched. I quickly check it and it's my friend, Seungwan, she's a sweetheart who absolutely loves kids. I'm just shocked she hasn't worked here; instead, of that old cafe, I guess I'll find out what she wants. “I was wondering if your job was still hiring the manager finally had it and wanted new workers, fresh faces… I was just wondering” I immediately text her back that it's still open, and I excuse myself from the two boys company, “Hey Yoongi! Have you seen, Ji-yoon?” Yoongi is one of my coworkers I don't talk to unless it's needed mostly because I think he's kind of cute but that's not the point I am in mom mode, and I need to ask Ji-yoon if Seungwan can get a job here. He nods and gestures to her office, and I give him a small smile and make my way quickly and carefully through the clusters of kids making ornaments.

“Ji-yoon!” I exclaim, “Ah!! Yes, what is it (Y/n)?” She says with a bright smile on her face, “So my friend, who is really good with kids needs a job… and I was wondering if the position was still opened?” Her smile never falters as she tells me, “You know we need as much help as we can get so tell them to swing by at 3 when the kids leave so I can interview them!” I nod happily and text Seungwan the great news and she replies with three exclamation points and hundreds of hearts I laugh and make my way over to my two kids I'm over seeing and notice that quite a bit of other kids joined.

The kids tuckered me out, they decided to play tag, getting every kid to do it, and every adult which was hilarious. Because some of the other workers looked like they never ran a day in their life, like me. We had them clean up their supplies and put their ornaments away in a special basket, high enough so they couldn’t reach it. Although if any of those kids were climbers, they could totally reach it.

We ran around until their parents came around to pick them up, most of the parents being students, some of them we’re professors though. With that run, it released endorphins I didn’t know I had the capacity to release. It brought my shyness right out from me, as I start freely talking to the other three, Yoongi who was usually standoffish was even talking with us. “Maybe we should run around more” I joke and the other few laugh, Yoongi shakes his head, “Once every 3 years is good for me.” We cackle at him, walking to our cars and bidding each other goodbye.

I arrive at work the next day, Seungwan got the job but won't be put to work until next week. It's going to be nice to have her around, she'll help break my shell with the others, as well as I can have inside jokes more. Everyone is sort of talking and Ji-yoon motions me over, “So once we open the doors on Friday let's all be festive okay? And from then on you guys can go full out, that sound good?” Ji-yoon, “Also we'll have a drawing on who gets to play Santa! It's the most important role, and I know all of you are staying for Christmas vacation so I expect 5 names in the box by the end of the day!” She grins and skips over to her office tapping the box before she shuts the door and starts the day.

“I already have a feeling I'm going to be it…” I hear Yoongi grumble, and we laugh, “Who do you think will pee on him first?” Minjae asks the spunky girl who loved kids as much as I did. “I have a bet on Riley, what a stinker… it's mostly because he is nervous so don't blame him…” Soft, short, Jihoon says. Which as soft as he is with the kids you could tell he had a temper. “No, I don't it'll be pee, it'll probably be puke because of how much cookies we stuff them with” I chime in, and they laugh agreeing, “If I'm chosen and I get puked on I'm smacking each and every one of you-” “We'll smack back~” Minjae teases Yoongi, as the kids start filing in.

I feel two people attach to my legs and I already knew who they were, “Wooyoung and Seokmin, you're here early!” They giggle as I scuttle my feet over to their table, and they hop of my legs and sit in their respective spots. We continue making ornaments, they both, finally, finished their 3rd one and now on their 4th.

They were beginning to make their 5th, but as all people know kids have a lack of an attention span, and they start to compare their hand sizes. And then start asking the other children some sitting at desks, but being as there is only the six other kids, they ran out of kid sizes trying to find the best so far it's little Taeyong, bragging about his hands being the biggest when a girl goes, “If yours are so big! Then compare them with the adults!” Acting high and mighty I have a bet she has been pushed in the mud once or twice, and if I had a kid, it would have probably been mine.

Taeyong goes over to Minjae proud, and ready to boast that his hands are bigger, she giggles. And says, “Aw sweetie, your hands are so small” And he whines and then the kids look at her to proceed to see who would win, “Fine~” She goes over to Jihoon and his glare sets in when his hand is compared to hers, she holds back her laugh as he rolls his eyes, “It seems I remain the reigning champion so far!!” She comes over to me, I hold my hand out, and I already knew my hands were bigger than hers, she whines about her hands being smaller, and I laugh as I wiggle our fingers, and the kids look at me expediently, I head over to Yoongi.

I put my hand up to his, and he quickly realizes his hand is smaller, his eyes nearly bulge out, not expecting it, and intertwined our fingers to save his pride, “Who’s hand is bigger!!” Wooyoung he was one of the first kids to lose, and I was rooting for him. Before I can answer, “They’re the same size!” Wooyoung looks at us then that one bratty girl, who was quite nice but sort of straight to the point, “Then prove it!” I smirk at him, “Not saving your pride, sweetie” He pouts, and my resolve almost crumbles, but life is a competition and I’m going to win, he rolls his eyes and sucks up the ‘boo’s about him lying and being prideful.

“We get the champion to sit with us, how lucky are we!!” Seokmin exclaims I laugh, and talk to them before they start a conversation on what bead is better. And exclude me from it, I roll my eyes. Yoongi held my hand, finally, hits me like deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. He was probably doing it to save his pride, yeah that makes sense. I can’t over interpret it would led to a bigger mess. I’ve fallen into that one too many times, I’m not doing it again.

For some reason, Yoongi opens up to me and slowly starts talking to me more. If Seungwan could see me now, talking without her encouragement. He wanted to talk to me for a while, just like I had but we had no idea how to open up a conversation. It was weird, but at the same time, was nice. I have a new friend on campus, not only the little kids, and Seungwan. We exchanged numbers once our job was over, which was putting up the tree, once the kids left.

[Yoongi: What got you to work there?]

[To Yoongi: It pays for college enough for me to get by and it’s working with kids :) Wbu? ]

[Yoongi: Oh I see, I work there to get money and talk to kids too. Who's your favorite?]

[To Yoongi: You’re not supposed to pick between your favorite kids… But it’s Wooyoung, he’s so loud and energetic I love it… since he’s the opposite of me]

[Yoongi: Taeyong, he’s prideful and I feel like I’m the father to that kid at this point]

[To Yoongi: Wdym?]

[Yoongi: You know Hoseok?]

[To Yoongi: Uh yeah?]

[Yoongi: That’s his little one and I care for him when Hoseok is on a date, he’s been trying to meet someone ever since Taeyong was wondering why he doesn’t have a mom…]

[To Yoongi: Ohh… The poor little guy… I’m glad you care for him when he needs it, he seems like a good kid. I haven’t watched over him so…]

[Yoongi: I get it, thanks… Wanna play 21 questions?]

[To Yoongi: Yeah sure :)]

We spent the whole night asking each other questions while we studied or did or homework. It was way over 21 questions. From our favorite colors, to our personal philosophies, to politics, we didn’t leave anything unsaid. We wanted to know everything about each other, our views were the same in politics but philosophies was on two different ends. I let everything roll off my shoulders and not let life questions toll at my mind for long, I make my solutions to them and move on. While he ponders on the questions and gets multiple opinions on questions before he, finally, wants to solve him, life’s a problem and he wants to fix it. While life is a solution to me and I just got to plug in the pieces. Debating with him on that was fun, until we went on and talked about our pets.

Seungwan came home and started pestering me about who I was talking to that got me to smile so much. “Oh it’s just Yoongi” I tell her cooly, “Wait isn’t that the guy who you think is cute at work?” I nod my head and she squeals, “I can’t believe you did it!” I raise my eyebrow, “Did what?” “Got his number” “Oh that” I roll my eyes, texting him away, “It’s not just an ‘oh that’ this is an achievement! You can barely talk to people and let alone look at people and now you got his number, I need to know everything!” I laugh that girl, so I tell her everything that led up to us talking and what we’re talking about now. She claps her hands together, “Maybe someone will get a boyfriend for Christmas-” “I couldn’t care less…” I say throwing the covers over my head and she scoffs, “Whatever… I got homework anyways.”

Four days later, Seungwan is working at the daycare, her sideways glances at me when I get three feet away from him are something else. Wooyoung is making a cute little gift for Seokmin, “Do you think he’ll like it?” He asks me curiously, “Yeah any bestest best friend would like that!” His grins brightly as he makes his card for Seokmin, Seungwan comes over to me as she is now watching over the set of triplets having a hassle of telling them apart, “You know Minjae is cute~” I look at her, “If you think she’s cute ask her out-” “Really? I can say the same to you-” I smile “Oh would you look at that Seokmin is calling me over to help him” Seokmin wasn’t calling me, the three of us knew that but I was not going to listen to that conversation. She scoffs going back to the triplets who were causing havoc.

The time comes for all the kids to leave and Ji-yoon comes over and shakes the box filled with our names, and opens it, “Who wants to pick?” None of us step forward, “How about you Seungwan you’re new here so??” Seungwan confidently messes up the paper and draws one, please have mercy on me. I love kids but I don’t like anything that comes out of them other than words and creations. “Yoongi!” I hear Yoongi whine from behind me, twice in a row he’s been Mr. Claus. Seokmin had gotten stomach flu last year and puked on his leg. It was hilarious, and he hit us each up the side of the head after the shift was over for letting it happen. Ji-yoon helped clean Seokmin up while Yoongi had to get the costume cleaned, yuck.

Three days until Christmas and Yoongi hasn’t complained about being Santa since that little whine, he told me that it didn’t bother him that much if he got puke on him. He wanted to see the kids faces of joy when he steps in, and they tell them happily their Christmas list. The joy on the kids faces was worth seeing even if he got puked on. That has to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, he really love kids. He told me he wanted five after all, and I have to agree but I want mine to be adopted, personally.

Today is the big day at the daycare, Santa is going to be there a few parents are going to be there as well. I’m a reindeer with jingle bells all over me my soft Christmas sweater on. Yoongi getting his Santa costume from Ji-yoon and going to change in Ji-yoon’s office and supposed to make a big thump and act like he fell from the supposed chimney in her office. Well, once everyone has arrived and is situated, we still have time before that. Which involves us placing the cookies out and getting rid of the additional plastic into the office. And getting plates and napkins for everyone ready.

Everyone files in after Ji-yoon lets them in, Wooyoung’s father is my professor for English. That was a little weird, while Seokmin’s mom lives in my apartment complex. Taeyong’s father Hoseok showed up and I introduced myself to him, “So you must be that (Y/n), Yoongi talks about all the time. It’s nice to meet you!” What did he mean that Yoongi talks about me pleasantly or? The world may never know I guess, mostly me. The triplets weren’t here so there parents must have had a day off work to be with them for Christmas, I’ve meet the two, such sweet dads.

Ji-yoon is on the phone and I already know it’s about to happen. She places her phone down and next thing we here is a large boom, and everyone’s heads shake back and forth, trying to figure out where it came from, when the door opens, “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Yoongi comes in prideful and his eyes full of joy as the kids cheer and he sits on his chair, and Minjae got to be an elf this year, along with Jihoon. While Ji-yoon like me, is a reindeer, with pink antlers, while mine are classy brown ones.

Seokmin got up there first and made it without puking and I high five him and he grins at me, “I didn’t puke on Santa this year!!” His mom looks mortified, “You puked on Santa last year?” he nods, “Only you…” She laughs and picks him up into her arms and goes over and start picking up cookies he points out that he wants to try. Personally, I want the jelly thumbprint ones, those are the best.

Surprisingly, Yoongi doesn’t get puked on, and Ji-yoon goes over and asks if any adults would like to go and tell Santa what they want they should! It was cute to see the kids encourage their parents to go up there and tell Santa what they want. Wooyoung’s dad laughed and was the first one to go up. Covering his mouth and whispering he wants something, and Yoongi teased him, “I’m sorry you’d like a what?” Our professor whined, he has to be one of my favorites, “I want a puppy!” Wooyoung shakes his head, “Not another one…” I look at Wooyoung and he mouths to me, ‘we have six’. I get that if I had enough money I’d get a lot of cats. I always thought my English professor was much more of a cat person that proved me wrong quick.

I start watching Yoongi’s reactions more closely, and he looks over at me and winks. Abort! My head screams but I can’t seem to look away, he’s been flirting with me over text, like complimenting my outfits choices, how cute my hair looked when it was all ruffled up. But he hasn’t made a physical move like that, that’s exactly what I was waiting for. We were both playing this game the whole time, yet, not confronting the elephant in the room. Ji-yoon asks the elves to go next, and Jihoon exclaims, “All I want for Christmas is to be taller!” Minjae breaks her composure and starts laughing, her laugh is so contagious that we all started laughing.

Seungwan bumps me as Ji-yoon get on Santa’s knee, she went as a snowflake, “I dare you to go tell Santa what you want...” she teases me, “Snowflake~ I was already” I say proudly marching up Santa my jingle bells announcing my presence, and I carefully sit on his knee, “The first thing on my Christmas list is a date…” He nods, slowly smirking, “Who's the date with?” “Oh this wonderful guy Santa, he makes me laugh, but I don’t know how to say I want to date him, his name is Yoongi and I was going to ask him out, but he isn’t at work today…” I pout, “Well I see what I can do little miss, I’ll tell him to go to the movie theater at eight tonight, would that be good with you?” His smirk is full blown at this point, “That’d be perfect, Santa!” I wink at him and Wooyoung asks me what I asked for since I whispered with ‘Santa,’ “Oh I asked for a cute little kitten!” Wooyoung’s eyes go wide, “I always wanted a kitty!!” If only that kid knew that was what I nicknamed Yoongi in my phone, ‘little kitten’. That kid would shake his head at me, Seung-wan goes up as the only snowflake and tells Santa she wants a new coffee mug. Guess what I’m getting her…

After the festivities ended, I made my way home getting ready since we had a longer day at the daycare going from 6am til 6pm, by the time I'm finished getting ready he's going to be picking me up. It's not like I take two hours to get ready, but I do have the hassle of getting home in the snowy conditions and I'm a careful driver when it happens. I take a shower, put on some ripped skinny jeans and a top with a flannel over it, after I dry my hair.

A knock resounded through the apartment and Seungwan sequels and pushes me toward the door and I throw on my shoes and open the door, and see Yoongi, “Hey,...” I shyly say, before I'm bumped out of the way, “I want to know your name, number, social security number, credit card number and the pin for it” Seungwan says all uppity acting superior her character breaks and starts laughing, I shake my head, “Surprise! She's sadly my roommate.” He laughs, “Shall we get going before she asks to come along?” he nods and links arms with me and leads me to his car.

He puts on Christmas music and I softly sing along, and he starts getting into humming and tapping his fingers on his steering wheel. I look at his hands and wonder what it feels like to hold them. “Yoongi,... can I hold your hand” trying to hold my blush back and he moves his hand off the wheel switching his other to be the controller. His hand rests in mine slowly intertwining our fingers together. If my cheeks weren't already red they are now, and I look over at him and smile at him, he looks over his hair slightly covering his eyes and he gives me a bright smile.

We sing along to Christmas music until he turns off the car in a parking spot right in front of the theater, “Isn't the movie theater closed?” I finally ask realizing that it's Christmas and these things like that aren't usually open on Christmas Day. “Not when you have keys to it~” I raise my eyebrows, “How do you have keys?” I ask quizzically, “I'm the manager here” I nod my head, “Makes since, so what movie are we watching on the big screen?” He winks at me as he unlocks the door and types in the key for the alarm, “You'll see.”

He tells me to pick a row and he'll put the movie in. I sit in the third row. And he comes in after a while with popcorn and candy, and the he tells me the movie will be starting shortly, “I hope you like this movie” he says softly and what comes on is White Christmas it's one of the classics. My favorite Christmas movie of all time and I grin at him, and he grins back.

As the sisters start singing “Sisters” he yawns, and puts his arm around me all sly like, I roll my eyes, leaning in nonetheless. He winks at me, seems to be his thing anymore and we cuddle into each other as much as the divider will let us. “I've watched this every year, never in a movie theater… you have a way of making things special just for me” I softly tell him as we watch them tap dance their way around.

The movie ends sadly, I never wanted it to end. He looks at me his eyes soft, “Can I kiss you?” I nod and he leans in pushing my hair behind my ear, he lifts my chin with his pointer and places the gentlest kiss I've ever had, I look back at him as he pulls away and gently place my hands on either side of his face and kiss him, “I've wanted to do that for a long time.” he whispers to me, “What's stopping you now?” he looks at the armrest between the two of us, I shake my head letting out a chortle, and I move and sit on his lap kissing him again. This is how Christmas should go every year, with my lips on Yoongi's. “Santa really does give you what you want for Christmas” I tease him, “I think so cause I asked for you” I shake my head and rest my on his shoulder and just grin into it. Christmas is coming, I've got what I wanted, I've got what I needed, it's you.

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For The Rest of Time// Auston Matthews

Requested by anon: Can you do one where she’s Mitch’s little sister and is dating/ planning to marry Auston?

A/N: Okay I literally wrote this in like 2 hours because I really loved this request and thought it was adorable, so sorry if it’s all over the place and awful. But anyway, thanks to whoever sent this in to me, I hope you like it, and I hope you start feeling better soon!

There was almost no one that you loved more than your big brother. Mitch, who was two years older than you, was literally your favorite person in the entire world. The two of you were thick as thieves and did practically everything together growing up.

He held your hand as you walked into your first day of school, a tradition that you continued until he left to play hockey elsewhere. He not so secretly stalked you on every date you went on, just to make sure you were being treated right. Mitch also loved to threaten any possible boyfriends, which always made you laugh because Mitch was so scrawny. Not to mention he wasn’t that intimidating with his mullet.

You assumed that Mitch had told his teammates on the Leafs all about his little sister. Since the goof never stopped talking about you when he was away. However, you couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Hey! This is a closed practice!” One of Mitch’s teammates yelled.

“Yeah, I know,” You replied, “But, Mitchy told me I had to wait on his ass.”

The player, that you soon recognized as the great Auston Matthews, huffed. You were honestly a little pissed off at him due to the look he shot you. But if you weren’t mad, you probably would’ve been freaking out. You were talking to, and standing not far away from, Auston fucking Matthews. He hadn’t even made his NHL debut yet and he was already the Wonder Boy of the NHL.

“Hey Marner!” Auston called,” You know this chick?”

You could see Mitch mumble a quick curse and skated over to the open door. He quickly made his way over to where Auston was standing. You almost wanted to laugh. Mitch looked like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Yeah, that’s my little sister.”

“Fuck man! I didn’t know you had a sister!” Auston all but yelled.

“Wow Bitchell,” You narrowed your eyes, “You didn’t tell them about your favorite person, eh?”

“I’m not going to hear the end of this am I?” Mitch groaned.

“Absolutely not,” You promised,” Now get your ass on the ice, Bitchell. I really don’t want to stay late because you got in trouble.”

“Can you stop calling me that?” He asked.

You looked at him and laughed, very loudly, “Absolutely not. Now GO!”

He tapped Auston’s shoulder and walked back towards the ice. Auston winked before he turned to follow Mitch. That’s how it all started. That stupid wink.

Not long after the season started, you were hanging out in Mitch’s apartment, Auston was there too. Mitch randomly had to go to the store. That left you and Auston awkwardly sitting on the couch together, watching The Mighty Ducks.

You slowly noticed Auston’s hand moving closer to yours. You probably would’ve called him out on it, if you weren’t craving his touch. You wanted to blame it on the fact that you’d just broken up with your boyfriend not long before, and he was Auston Matthews. You could try and blame it on the fact that he was always looking at you, or winking, or smiling. You tried to play it off, after all, you were two years younger than the nineteen-year-old rookie, and you were his teammates little sister.

However, that way of thinking was thrown out the window a few weeks later. You’d been spending more and more time with Mitch, mainly because you knew you’d get to see Auston. The two of you had gotten closer, you texted just about every single day and snapchatted almost nonstop. There was some flirting for sure, but you were still trying to brush it off.

That was, until Auston pulled you away from everyone at dinner one night, and kissed you. You’d been shocked to say the least, but after that it was like full speed ahead. You’d never imagined that you’d ever date an NHL player, much less one as high profile as Auston.

The two of you caught a lot of flack for your relationship too, seeing as you were only sixteen when you started dating. The only major issue of your relationship, was having to tell Mitch about it. But somehow, your big brother was okay with you and Auston.

So, four long years later, you were still happily dating Auston. After graduating high school, you started at U of T and went to every home game. You always had on Auston’s jersey and most days you were in his shirts and sweatpants.

The two of you often drove Mitch crazy, because you were almost always cuddling or holding hands. If you ever kissed in front of your brother, he was almost guaranteed to make some sort of gagging noise. But when you’d look over at your big brother, he’d always have the biggest smile on his face. He knew you were undeniably happy, and that was good enough for him.

Currently, you were at Matt Martian’s wedding. You watched as Matt and Sydney shared their first dance. Auston had his hand on your thigh, which is where it had been since the ceremony ended and the reception had started. You felt Auston squeeze your thigh, causing you to smile.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” He whispered in your ear.

You looked over at him and raised your eyebrows, “Well, that requires you to put a ring on it first, bub.”

“I tried, someone wouldn’t take it,” He reminded you.

You leaned into him, “You know that’s not what happened. I told you that you needed to talk to Mitchy first.”

“I told you I’d talk to him after, I already got your dad on board.”

Auston had proposed to you nearly two weeks ago. You’d said yes of course, with one condition, he had to get Mitch’s approval before you’d actually accept the ring. He knew how important it was for you to have your brother’s approval, especially since Auston was Mitch’s teammate. The last thing you wanted to do was make anything weird or awkward, not when the team had done so well last season.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” Auston whispered in your ear, “ I wanna call you my wife. I can’t wait to start a family with you either.”

“Oh really?”

“Mmm, I want to be able to look up during a game, and know that you’re up there with our kids,” He admitted.

“Oh? More than one?” You questioned.

“I was hoping more than one, if you’d let me,” He shrugged.

The two of you seemed to forget that you were at a wedding, around his entire team. You were in your own little world. Lost in your conversation with Auston. You were practically sitting on his lap at this point. But neither of you cared.

“Oh bub, you know I want a big family,” You grinned,” At least two or three, maybe more depending on how they turn out. We’ll get them all little baby Matthews jerseys. They can run around the rink, and play mini sticks together. They’d probably have the entire team wrapped around their little fingers too.”

“Really?” Auston’s smile was big and bright,” You’ve thought about it.”

“Yeah, I think about it all the damn time, actually,” You said sheepishly.

“You sure you don’t want that ring right now?” He questioned,” Because I have it in my pocket.”

“What the fuck man!” Mitch exclaimed,” You bought an engagement ring for my baby sister, and didn’t even talk to me about it.”

“Mitchy, we were going to talk to you about it-“

“Whatever,” He mumbled, “Excuse me.”

You sighed and stood from your chair, “I’ll be right back.”

You made your way towards the door that Mitch walked out of. You knew he probably wasn’t mad, more like just upset that he hadn’t been told sooner. Mitch was always the first person to know about something going on in your life. This would be one of the first times that you hadn’t told him about something almost as soon as it happened.

“You really love him, huh?” Mitch said once you were out on the patio.

“I wouldn’t still be dating him if I didn’t,” You admitted,” I know you probably aren’t overly thrilled. But I can’t help it, I plan on loving him for the rest of my life.”

He let out a deep breath and shoved his hands in his pockets. He glanced back inside the building, towards where Auston was watching you and your brother, clearly waiting to see what happened.

“He better treat you right,” Mitch finally said, “I’ll kick his ass if he doesn’t.”

“So, you’re okay with this?” You questioned cautiously.

“I’ve always been okay with it, Y/N,” He promised you, “I just want you to be happy, and if Auston makes you happy than who am I to stand in the way.”

You hugged Mitch as tightly as you possibly could. Truthfully, you probably wouldn’t have said yes to Auston if Mitch hadn’t approved. But you also knew there was almost no way that Mitch would say no. He loved Auston, and although he often gave you two shit, he loved how happy Auston made you.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Mitch said nudging you towards the door.

You slid back into your seat and leaned over to kiss Auston. He didn’t have to ask, because he could tell by the unbridled smile on your face. You were grinning so hard it hurt, but you couldn’t stop either. Auston at Mitch, who was smiling just as big as he nodded at Auston.

“I think you have something you want to give her,” Mitch told him.

Auston glanced around the room, almost everyone was dancing now. So, all of this would go unnoticed, which was fine by you. You didn’t want to take away from Matt and Sydney, this was their day after all. But as Auston laughed slightly and reached into his pocket, you couldn’t help but start to tear up.

“Alright, I already gave the big speech once,” He said, flicking open the velvet box, “ Y/N Marner, will you please marry me?”

“Of course, I will,” You nodded, a few tears falling down your cheeks.

Auston seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. You watched through blurry eyes as he slipped the ring on your finger. The medal was cold, but you liked the weight of it on your finger. You admired it for a second before kissing Auston again.

The both of you laughed as Mitch pulled you in for a big group hug. Before you could react, the other Leafs joined in, seemingly understanding what had just happened. Matt pulled you in for an almost bone crushing hug, stating that you were like his daughter, and how proud he was of the woman you’d become.

As the rest of your hockey family gathered around to congratulate you two, you reached for Auston’s hand. He grinned at you and squeezed it. You realized that you wouldn’t want any other life, because all was as it should be.

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