Steak Cookie Headcannons with Wife pregnant blind reader??? :3
Everytime you show anxiety about bringing a Cookie into this world, Steak is there by your side to comfort you, assuring that you'll be a great mother.
He would be at your every beck and call to assist you. You're already doing so much and inflicted with so many things, it's only fair that he helps you out!
Steak likes to remind you each and every day how beautiful you are, even if you can't see it yourself or if you don't feel that way.
He loves to describe what he thinks your baby is going to look like. He will help be your eyes so you can also understand what traits of yours the baby might inheret from you.
The moment you think you can feel your baby inside of you, Steak is there in an instant. He gets giddy at every kick the two of you can feel and is extra sensative if you feel anything about it.
A/N: I’ve been in foodfan hell for well over half of a year now and I just keep coming back to the beefy man, what can i say ;u;
Pairing: Steak x MA
Fandom: Food Fantasy
“Steak? Steak!” MA had been calling out, looking around corners cautiously and keeping their eyes searching.
They bit they inside of their cheek, twisting their lips to the side in a pout. Where could he have gone? It wasn’t as though their makeshift bodyguard was hard to lose—he was a pretty burly man with the height to boot, besides, how could they ever miss those horns when they glint in the sun after a solid polish? It was obvious now by the lack of enthusiastic answer that he must not have been around the restaurant and they decided to press their staff for answers.
“Have any of you seen Steak?”
“No, and I do my best to keep it that way.”
“Red Wine, please,” MA sighed, “Save it for another time. Anyone else have an actual useful answer for me?”
“I saw him head towards the market, maybe he’s there?” Gingerbread offered, jabbing Red Wine in the side as he rolled his eyes. “Kept mumbling to himself about something, seemed like he was on some sorta mission.”
“Alright...” MA turned to head out, eyes drawn to the floor in thought. What kind of mission would he be on? What was so important to him at this very moment that he needed to leave without letting them know? It’s not as though they demand he tell them, of course, but knowing how efficient he tends to be, the silence was... odd.
“You know where he went, don’t you?” Gingerbread asked once their Master Attendant had left the room.
“Of course,” Red Wine smirked, “But it’ll be much more interesting if they found him on their own.”
MA made their way through the crowd at the market, weaving through people and stepping on their tiptoes every so often in attempt to catch that familiar polished glint above the crowd, but to no avail. Talking to frequently visited shop owners and familiar townspeople led to dead ends as well. How far could he have gone? Through the town? Out towards the woods? MA knew they shouldn’t be worried seeing as he was able to hold his own—he does protect them constantly, after all, but it had started to get late, and seeing as they were committed to the search, they felt obligated to see it to the end.
Playing a quick game of chance, the outcome led their search to the woods; Treading lightly to avoid any potential fallens, but contradicting themselves by calling out for the missing man. Ducking under branches and tripping over overgrown roots every now and again, MA almost cheered when they saw a clearing in the distance.
Hundreds of brightly coloured wild flowers bloomed in said clearing, swaying softly with the breeze. They were over grown as well, all standing much taller than the usual—MA wondered if it would be a good spot to bring the younger food souls to play. Among the flowers, however, a bright red hue stood out against the rest, a polished gleam blinding them when the sun had moved just right.
‘Steak?’ they thought to themselves—finally! They took a few steps forward before an aggravated voice stopped them in their tracks.
“No!” Steak had yelled out, standing up suddenly. “That isn’t right!”
It was obvious he had been talking to himself as they could only see his back, but what had him so worked up? Instead of calling out to him, they quietly moved a bit closer while remaining hidden to hear just what mission he apparently set out to do.
“This one won’t do. No, neither will this one!” He huffed, turning to look at a different patch of flowers, “No! It has to be perfect—no ordinary flower will do.”
He crouched down, almost eye level with the flowers in front of him, giving them a highly critical look. His calloused fingers reached out to brush the petals gently, caressing each one; A faint smile passed his lips, eyes moving from critical to tender.
“It’s not that you aren’t beautiful in your own ways, but MA deserves the best of the best. They need a flower that can rival their beauty. I’m not giving up until I find such a flower, so I hope you all keep me company until then.”
The tender-hearted way he spoke to these plants, whom he knows cannot reply back to him, tugged on MA’s heart strings. For such a brawny man, Steak was surely gentle at heart—it was something MA truly treasured in him, and something that really got their blood pumping. Their face had suddenly grown hot with a bright blush, though they brushed it off as the effect from the sun; Their smile matched the tone of his as they quietly made their way back to their restaurant—there was no need to disturb him on such an important mission, right?
“Did you find him?” Red Wine called over his shoulder as they pushed through the doors.
“No,” their blush flared up once again as they ducked their head, briskly walking through the room to avoid their own embarrassment, “Not at all.”
Red Wine smirked to himself, shaking his head a bit at the idea of a romance blooming between the two thick-heads. He had to admit; it was entertaining to watch the awkward little dance the two of them did around their feelings.
Steak Cookie x Blind Female Reader with a lot of hobbies and hired him as her bodyguard for the week
Steak knew that he'd get a lot of gold being a bodyguard, but he never realized how many more benefits he would get after he had been hired by you. Honestly, the only reason you needed a bodyguard was because you were trying to ship some crafts you made during your "artistic" hobby phase to various art galleries and museums, and some Cookies might try and do anything to get their hands on them or your talent. On top of the pay, you had offered to hand-sew him something, which he politely declined. You were already doing so much; he wouldn't want to add more to your workload.
Still, a beautiful and talented lady, who could succeed in so much without her vision... As wrong as it felt, Steak wouldn't mind if you needed a bodyguard still once the week was up.
Part 2 of Blind Female Reader x Steak Cookie where Y/N always makes him small figurines of crochet after every work he does
PS: Y/N always hire him once Every month a for her vacation(that last for a week)
"Are you sure you're not straining yourself making all of this?" Steak's words were both out of surprise and also partial concern.
Every month, you hired him, and every month, you would carefully handcraft something for him. Recently, you've taken up the hobby of figurine-making and crocheting.
"I mean, I do appreciate this all, but you need your supplies for your own works, don't you?"
You gave a shake of your head. Steak seemed incredulous at your response. "Don't gimme that, you make all sorts of things, and here you are, making little dolls and such of me, for me."
You couldn't help it but to giggle a little at that. You made them because you wanted to. He kept forgetting that, didn't he?
And indeed, quite a few times, he did. So focused on helping you out, it felt so odd for Steak to be recieving all of these little things. You were going to make him run out of room in his place if you kept this up.
"How are you done with that all already, anyhow?"
Steak knew he wasn't going to get a proper answer as you shushed him a bit. It was your little secret on how you worked so efficiently.
Steak gave a sigh. "Alright, I should've expected that... And I should still thank you for all of this. Truely, I... I appreciate it."
You waved your hands a bit, assuring that he didn't need to thank you whatsoever. Steak still disregarded it, though, and was sure enough to thank you everytime you made him a new gift.
It was a beautiful collection, after all.
