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Side of Fries: Send in a character & a prompt and I’ll write you a short imagine (include preferred pronouns and whatnot)
okay okay hear me out JJ with the prompt "putting a gingerbread house together" and he just keeps eating the walls and stuff (pronouns don't matter!!)
I love this because he would so do that
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“Stop touching that.”
You don’t look away from the small, definitely done wrong piping bag in your hands, and ignore JJ as he groans across the table. He slouches in his chair like a child, a pile of candy in front of him that gets smaller and smaller every few minutes.
You probably shouldn’t have given him the candy bags, anyway. He’s proving you right.
“C’monnn, we’re just gonna eat it later anyways!” His head falls back against his chair.
“yeah, when it’s done.” You look up from the sloppy piping job and place two of the gingerbread walls together. “Hold this for me, will you?”
JJ does it, though his face doesn’t change and his eyes keep to the frosting bag in your hand.
Picking up another square of gingerbread, you begin connecting it to the rest with frosting. JJ is watching, looking bored, even as you finish the four walls of the cookie house.
With the weather growing colder, the night dark much faster, you and JJ decided to stick around your house for the night. It was his idea, even though sarcastic, to build the thing. When he realized you guys wouldn’t just be eating the candy inside he lost interest a little bit.
JJ notices a spare piece of cookie, meant to be a door, but its too late for that when he takes a bite off the corner. Pretty good for a store bought kit- he chews it loudly and leans on his elbows. You’re trying to finish the roof when you hear the obnoxious chewing and your head snaps up.
“JJ!”
“what?”
You snatch the cookie from his hand, which bothers him way more than when you yelled at him. “Uh, wasn’t finished.” He tries to grab the gingerbread but you quickly shove the last of it into your mouth. His mouth drops a bit.
“Are you serious?” He deadpans, watching you chew up the last of the previous door. You shrug, going back to the gumdrop-covered roof. The sound of a scoff escapes him and he leans over the table and shoves your shoulder back, you crack a grin.
“You damn hypocrite,” you decide to ignore him when he cracks a handful of gum drops into his mouth.
