#Cookie Run Kingdom X Reader

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꒰ ʚ🍬𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝑒 🍎ɞ ꒱

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴.

Beast Yeast ep 7 spoilers ahead!!!

You yawned as you were shaken awake, groggily rubbing your eyes to clear your vision. You looked over to see Apple faerie cookie gently poking your sides. She smiled down at you, taking your hand and gently pulling at your arm like an eager child. 

“Y/N! Wake up! I wanna show you something!”

You grumpilly huffed as you sat up. As your vision cleared and your eyes eventually got used to the light, you looked up at Apple faerie cookie. Her smile was wide and her eyes were big and filled with excitement. You couldn’t comprehend why she would feel such joy. Especially when you had just woken from a genuinely deep and relaxing sleep that was much needed. Ever since the start of the journey to the Spire, there were many coincidences that put you on edge. A calming and long rest would do your anxious mind some good.

“A-Apple faerie cookie? What's wrong?... What time is it?”

“Who cares?! I wanna show you a secret. I’m sure you’ll love it!”

“Can’t it wait?”

Apple faerie cookie amazingly managed to hoist your body to lean against hers with incredible strength. You shrieked in surprise before quickly covering your mouth. You feared you might have woken any of the others up with the involuntary shrill that came from your throat. After a few moments, the lack of tired groans and movement told you they were still fast asleep. She pulled at your arm and practically forced you from your napping spot.

“Nope! It’ll be quick, c’mon. I promise you’ll love it!”

Apple faerie cookie carried you through hallway after hallway, staircase after staircase. You eventually had woken up enough to walk without her support, but she still insisted on at least holding your hand. Her grip on you was strong, and she seemed to giddily giggle and pick up her pace at random times. You eventually grew accustomed to her short burst of energy and matched her pace when she began to get so thrilled for whatever reason. 

You both eventually walked in silence for a while. Apple faerie cookie was looking straight ahead and seemingly had a clear sight of where she was going. You, on the other hand, took time to look around at the scenery. The portraits caught most of your attention. There were portraits of multiple cookies framed on the walls. Some young, some old, some male, some female. Yet, they all seemed to have an uncanny resemblance with each other. Your eyes trailed from picture to picture. Maybe it was just a trick of the mind, but it felt as though their eyes followed you as you walked by. 

You shuddered lightly, something Apple faerie cookie apparently didn’t miss as she had begun to hold your hand tighter. The increased pressure on your hand managed to rip your attention from the framed pictures. You took a short glance towards the faerie and found she was already looking at you. When you caught her staring, she smiled, and softly giggled. Then, she decided this was the best moment to speak.

“You know, you’re different. Different from the rest.” She had softly murmured, gaining your full attention. “I understand now what he meant. You would really fit in here! I know it!”

Dumbfounded, you let out a small hum of confusion. She was being awfully and purposefully vague. Your suspicions from back of your mind began to creep up from the to the forefront, and you could feel yourself stiffen. Out of uneasiness, you craned your neck to look behind you, only to see the long hallway you and Apple Faerie cookie had been treading for what felt like a while.

You suddenly realized how far away from the group your two must be. You stowed your pace in an attempt to gain her attention to point this out, but she only managed to pull you forward. She didn’t seem to care about your aversion for continuing onward. In fact, her pace began to pick up again and she began to skip down the rest of the corridor. You struggled to follow as she led you up another staircase. 

“We’re almost there!”

She called behind her, completely ignorant to your protests. This staircase seemed to stretch higher than most, straining your already tired legs. You panted heavily when you finally had made it to the top after powering through. Apple faerie cookie had stopped when you two reached the top. You glanced around to see you two were currently in a smaller room with more portraits. 

The room almost made you woozy as you looked around. Every exit you could see would lead to more staircases and hallways that looked identical to each other. In fact, to your shock, when you looked behind you the stairs you and Apple faerie cookie had entered from was now replaced by a tall towering bookcase. It felt as though the room was shifting in this very moment, trapping you in this labyrinth of lies. Apple faerie cookie couldn’t have looked more ecstatic.

“Shadow Milk cookie, I brought the cookie you asked for!~ Safe and sound, I promise!”

You froze when you heard that name, whipping your head to face her. You instinctually took a step back to put some space between you two. Theories and suspicions ran through your mind as you struggled to comprehend your situation.

“A-Apple faerie cookie.. Where am I?”

A soft snicker left her mouth that soon evolved to mocking laughter. You saw her change from a faerie into a completely different cookie. It was all an act, a trick, you realized and you pressed yourself against the bookcase. You gave her a wavering glare as you tried to hide your surprise.

“KYA HA HA! You should see your face!”

She cackled, stepping closer as you helplessly pressed your back further and further against the bookshelf.

“Oh, you’re so funny! You know, with a little wardrobe change and a pinch of some sweet deceit, you’d be perfect here! Shadow Milk cookie was right in asking me to bring you! Of course! He’s always right!”

To your horror, the eyes of the cookies in the framed portraits suddenly shifted to lock on you. You could feel your head begin to spin as your vision warped. 

Your legs shook as the echoed laughter of Shadow Milk cookie filled your head. You slid down the bookshelf and fell to the ground as your legs gave out. The last thing you saw was Candy Apple cookie standing over you as she cackled, as her shadow behind her stretched and grew. Blue eyes pierced through the darkness and stared directly into yours as you fainted.

[insomniac-rambling]

Room for one more?

unfortunately Teddy got tossed across the room to make space

[lohotine]

``What it means to be forever``

Shadow Milk Cookie x GN! Reader

Cw: angst, lowkey a really messed up SMC. Like, it's kinda weird- (don't mind him, he's just grieving. Haha)

Sometimes, people act in ways

not because it's how they'd usually act

but simply because

it's how others expect them to

And as Shadow Milk stands here, holding your face in his hands, he's tempted fall into that way of thinking.

How fragile mortals are.

Like porcelain

Your life is in his hands.

Yet he doesn't want to destroy it. Perhaps you're just too entertaining.

Yes, he'll just go with that.

Out of all of his puppets, you are by far his favorite.

Yet in the end, a puppet is still a puppet.

Is that really enough?

For him, it is.

Or at least, that's what he'll tell himself.

Or, whoever he really is.

Who exactly is Shadow Milk Cookie?

An unforgivable beast?

The fount of knowledge?

Just some jester looking for fun?

He wishes you'd tell him.

He would cling to your words, desperately and fully.

Because they are yours.

But he knows better than to get attached.

And to a mortal, no less.

He isn't stupid; but sometimes, when he loves you, he really wishes he was.

That way, he could love you.

Really love you.

Without hiding, and without thinking;

Just loving you.

And you'd love him too, he knows this.

And for some reason, that makes him angry. He hates how you'd love him unconditionally.

But oh,

how much he loves it!

Please love him!

Please hate him!

Please adore him!

Please destroy him!

Sweetly, brutally, any way is fine by him!

And perhaps he'd return the favor.

Slowly destroying you as well.

Or even himself.

Because falling in love with a mortal really is the greatest form of self-destruction for beings like him.

Their lives are so short, yet the mark they leave is just as, if not deeper.

And it'll bleed for so much longer.

Onto the ground and floor beneath him;

Eventually reaching the pages he writes in, becoming words as he writes with the blood.

And he'll write every word that came out of your mouth.

He'll write the sentences you spoke:

About how you'd be with him; now and until forever.

And he thinks you are the biggest liar.

Even bigger than him.

He wishes, so desperately, that he killed you that night.

Because then he could blame your death on somebody.

He could blame himself.

Now. He can't blame anyone.

Because time took you; and how can you blame time?

And once again, he wishes he killed you that night.

So that maybe he could store your blood in a bottle and have it sit on his desk.

And maybe he'd drink from it, to try and remember what it felt like.

What you felt like.

But all he has now are his memories of you.

And he despises replaying those memories in his mind.

Simply because in them, you are mute.

He's forgotten what your voice sounds like.

Is it not enough that he's already lost you? Must the world punish him so by also forcing him to forget you? Not fully, but just enough that it leaves him longing to meet you once more?

Just one single time more?

Maybe then, he'd finally tell you how much he loved you.

Because he never did back then.

Because he thought, if he never told you how much he loved you; then maybe he'd stop feeling it.

But of course, that's not really how it works.

Love never really fades, it just gets beaten down until it's a small, broken shard that's forced to prick at your heart.

And it also stabs into your lungs so that no matter how much you breathe, you'll always be left gasping for air.

Drowning.

Drowning in the emotions you never showed.

And suddenly, it hits him.

This.

This is what you meant when you said you'd always be with him.

You'd be the ache that eats at his heart.

You'd be the ring made from thorns that he's forced to wear around his finger.

You'd be the snake wrapping around his neck so that he dies. Slowly, yet surely, dying.

You'd be the arrow jabbed into his leg so that no matter if he's standing or sitting, it would still hurt.

But.

You'd also be the lantern that guides him through the night, even if the handle still burns his hands.

You'd be the bird that sings the sweetest songs, even if you never ever stop.

You'd be the mirror to help him see exactly who he is, even if he hates who stares back at him.

And that's what it means to be forever.

[juricel]

— yandere! shadow milk cookie x yandere! reader hcs

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა ۪ ׂ CONTENT WARNING: manipulation, mention of cannibalism, mind break, physical abuse, emotional abuse, kidnapping, stalking, heavy obsessive and possessive behavior, vomit, codependency, potential ooc.

𖦁‎ oh, how shadow milk cookie loves—no, how he was so infatuated with you! he adores you; from the your waxen complexion, to your eternal devotion! It adds a stroke of layer to his already overflowing ego, bringing him beyond ectastic, of course you'd love him! there was no other way, it was just as fate concluded! but did he love you as much as you do? oh, he does. he does. he does. he loves you so much, it drove him to the escarpment of lunacy.

𖦁‎ although he admires your faithfulness to him, I'm certain you can forgive him when he takes advantage of it, don't you? oh, it's just too endearing to watch for him not to do so! more often than not, he makes use of your possessiveness towards him—purposely provoking you and intentionally flirting with other cookies right in front of you when he knows you have been trailing after him discreetly. your reactions afterwards only fuel his desires to do it even more! maybe if you weren't so cute, he wouldn't do it as much as he does but you were just too adorable for him. running his slender fingers along the strands of your hair, he cooes and whispers sweet nothings to your ears: all the while telling you that had you been better, he wouldn't have flirted with the other cookie. please kick him, thanks. oh, but don't do it back to him! getting you jealous is one thing, but getting /him/ jealous on purpose? my dear, he'd break your little legs and arms as a punishment, forcing you to cannibalize the cookie isn't off the table either!

𖦁 oh and your love for him... your love for him, oh, he'd take such a good care of it—a care to please himself with. he'd spur you on with motivating words even as you're on your wits end, a sickenly big smile blossomimg over his lips as your knees buckle up beneath you and your hands desperately clasp over your mouth as bile rushes up your throat, he'd chirp and inquire you if you're fine, and yet his calloused hand would press against stomach, urging you to vomit than you have. he'd hang you over the edge of high buildings, whether off the rooftop or over the window—he'd choke you, threatening to drop you, delightful of the fear creeping up your expression, oh, for your face to turn blue, for you to choke until foam builds up in your mouth... it gets him all giddy! how could he not when you're like that? you're just too cute! he loves breaking you apart, he loves seeing you cry, loves seeing you angry, loves seeing you defiant, and especially, he loves seeing you filthy, and despite how cruel he was to you, you would still stay with him no matter what for he was your universe; to you, to die, to fade and decay in the absence of his light would be the easiest task, a dandelion blown away in the wind, an inevitable demise in the foreseeable winter. but to rot within the earthbread with the lack of his presence, oh, It is an aberration! a blasphemy born into the world scraping, weeping, and aching for death, to live without him was a torturous sentence you wouldn’t commute on the worst offender, much less expect them to endure and thrive, a sickly, pale glowing, cave-dwelling weed devouring a pinlight of sun.

𖦁‎ however, regardless of how much you devote yourself to him, his distrust of you knows no bounds, and it certainly doesn't mean you're safe from abductions. he believes you're safer that way! being surrounded by those pesky, revolting imbeciles called cookies only brings you more harm! come to his realm, you're safer within his clutches! don't you trust him? he has more than enough gifts to shower you with! his manipulation is endless, every act is calculated to make you feel like you’re at the center of his universe, even as it slowly closes in around you, each made to fit into his script but surely, you musn't mind, you love him so much after all, right?

𖦁 shadow milk cookie is cruel and atrocious but he loved you, didn't he? he was a pentapod monster, but he loved you. he was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, but he loved you, he Ioved you! kissing you was not enough. to become your god was not enough, embraces were not enough. love was not enough, he wanted to become bounded with you, to become as one. 

a/n: surprisingly, the shadow milk cookie fics here are vanilla... i do adore it but i love unhinged shadow milk cookie.

[brittle-doughie]

Green Tea Mousse feels like the type to refuse to let Y/N Cookie go for literally any reason, they're permanently trapped in a super soft hug-

“I said let go now. I said let go please-“

“Oh, but you’re just so snug~ I don’t think I wanna let go!”

“Weren’t you busy observing the others or something? I don’t your sisters will like that you’re doing this!”

“Who cares what they think? You’re mine now, and I can’t believe it took me doing this snug hug for you to notice!”

“I mean, I guess-I’m what now?”

“I know what I said~!”

[vxlentinescookies]

ohmygosh is it possible you could write something for past!shadow milk cookie x (fem) reader?

perhaps there's a moment where the reader returns to his spire/kingdom after visiting her family that lives afar, but she comes back to him all wounded after being robbed from some bandits?

i just want to see this guy being absolutely distraught over not knowing this happened to us, but we reassure him with gentle touches, kisses, and comforting words 😭💖

→ ❛The Old Days: A robbery❜

→ Pairing ; Shadow Milk Cookie x Fem!Reader → Quote ; ❛❛You’re my all and everything, you know that, right?❜❜ → Genre ; Headcanons → A/N ; Here you go!

It was a normal day like always, it just seemed to be one of those days where things had come right and would pass right as they do, but…

“(y/n)! Beloved!” A voice would call out to you as you arrived at the Spire of Knowledge, your steps becoming hurried more and more as you approach it before kneeling by the side of your beloved, Shadow Milk Cookie.

“Milkie, what happened?” You ask him with worry as you rush to his side, before he’d speak again, between heavy breaths. “You look hurt…”

“I was robbed—Some bandits came and tried to rob us!” He’d say, clearly distraught as you sighed and helped him up “My sweetheart…”

“Come, lets get you all patched up, ok?” You say, softly, looking at him with a sweet gaze before lifting him up towards the stairs of the spire.

Being robbed was something Shadow Milk couldnt have thought of… happening in his life!

Yet here we are, moments after the events with you bringing him up with a warm smile and a cozy air.

Rising into your shared bedroom, you make sure everything is secure before allowing him to rest into the bed before you’d climb to his side, smiling.

And you’d whisper sweet nothings, gentle smiles and words and sweet whispers, things to keep him calm…

“Breathe, angel, breathe with me…” You’d say at one point, once in bed as you held his hands in yours with a warm smile “Feel free to lean on me…”

And he’d do so, leaning into your chest, feeling the soft heartbeat of your heart, it was everything he needed to feel calm already, despite being so distraught before, your scent and self calmed him instantly always.

“Oh sweetheart, what I would do without you…” He’d say, setting his face on your breast with a soft smile as his hair tickled your skin “You’re my all and everything, you know that, right?”

“Of course… Of course I know…”

But you know dreams are dreams, still, you cling to it like your life depended on it.

Your hands would caress his hair, softly, and your eyes would gaze over him as he cuddled to you, holding you close.

He was still distraught, that much wasnt a lie, he was still aching over what was stolen and lost.

But with you by his side… How could he ever feel lost…?

… Right, how could a jester like him ever feel lost…

[amphibiahawks321]

[Raspberry cookie takes Y/N cookie's hand gently, pressing a kiss to the back of the hand]

Raspberry : A lovely and crispy cookie such as yourself deserves the finest treatment, allow me to escort you through the garden, I wouldn't want you to be tired do i?~

[Y/N cookie immediately starts blushing from raspberry cookie's charm, him letting out a cough]

M!Reader cookie blushing : Ahem... My, you don't need to y'know—

Raspberry : Nonsense, it is my duty to ensure your utmost comfort, A true knight never lets their beloved feel unsafe

M!Reader cookie : .....

[Y/N let out a flattered laugh]

M!Reader cookie : It'll take a long time for me to decline such an offer huh?

Raspberry : Oh? I see that my offer has made you interested~

M!Reader cookie : Pftt! Fine, you may escort me through the garden my knight

[killa-cookie]

IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU..

Espresso x Reader angst

“Hey, Espresso—!”

You giggled shyly, your voice light and teasing, as you leaned in slightly toward your friend. The quiet atmosphere of the library wrapped around you both like a warm embrace, the scent of parchment and ink filling the air.

“Yeah?”

Espresso looked up from his thick tome, his sharp eyes meeting yours with a mixture of curiosity and slight annoyance. His dedication to his studies was unwavering, yet he always acknowledged your presence.

“P-promiwse you’ll wait for me, kay?”

Your voice held a trembling eagerness, eyes wide with a silent plea. You weren’t sure if he understood what you truly meant—perhaps he was too absorbed in his books to see it. But to you, it was a vow, a tether between the two of you, fragile yet binding.

Espresso only sighed, shaking his head.

“It’s ‘promise,’ but okay… Whatever you say.”

A small, dismissive wave of his hand brushed aside your words, your hopes. He thought it was just another one of your childish whims. A fleeting, silly moment.

But one day—one day—you would capture his heart.

---

Years Later – The Confession

The memory clung to you like a ghost, whispering promises that never bore fruit.

Now, you stood outside a quaint café, hands trembling as you clutched a bouquet of freshly picked flowers behind your back. Nestled between your fingers was a delicate, heart-shaped box of espresso-flavored chocolates—his favorite. Today was the day.

Your heart pounded like a war drum, anticipation and dread clawing at your ribs. Would he say yes? Would he smile at you the way he did in your dreams?

And then—there he was.

He arrived with a grace so effortless it made your breath hitch. Dressed in pristine white, his usual dark attire replaced by something refined, almost regal. A soft cape billowed at his shoulders, the interior lined with ivory silk. A neat ponytail rested over one side, and atop his head sat the most charming little hat, making your heart flutter.

For a moment, you thought he had dressed up for you.

But then, you saw him.

Another figure walked beside him, tall and broad-shouldered, his golden locks glistening under the afternoon sun. Their hands—locked together.

The world around you seemed to blur, your breath caught between your lungs and your throat.

Espresso’s polite wave was an echo of past gestures, but it was the way he looked at his companion that shattered you completely.

Soft. Adoring. The look you had yearned for your entire life.

"Essie—who is... this...?"

Your voice was nothing more than a weak whisper, your fingers tightening around the bouquet.

Espresso smiled gently, unaware—so unaware—of the storm raging inside you.

“Oh, right! This is my boyfriend, Madeleine Cookie. And Madeleine, this is my comrade.”

Boyfriend.

The word sliced through you like a jagged blade, gutting you from the inside out.

Madeleine grinned, his voice obnoxiously cheerful, ringing with an almost mocking pride.

"Why, hello there, my kind gentleman!"

Your teeth clenched. You hated it. Hated him.

Espresso gazed up at the blonde knight, his expression tender, admiration painted in every stroke of his features. He had never looked at you like that.

Not once.

You… were too late.

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as your throat constricted. The bouquet trembled in your grip, your carefully chosen chocolates suddenly meaningless.

A sharp, bitter click of your tongue.

The flowers slipped from your grasp. The chocolates tumbled to the ground, landing soundlessly at your feet.

And then—you ran.

Ran as fast as your legs could carry you, ran without looking back, ran until the air in your lungs felt like knives.

Espresso instinctively reached out, fingers curling toward the space you once stood. But before he could move, Madeleine’s gentle hand touched his shoulder.

“We should give him space, dear,” Madeleine murmured, his voice steady. “He’ll come back around soon. I know of it.”

Espresso hesitated. Then, nodding slowly, he lowered his arm.

Neither of them noticed the bouquet lying in the dirt, petals wilting under the weight of rejection.

---

Darkness Beckons

The forest swallowed you whole.

You stumbled through the undergrowth, breath ragged, the tremors in your hands no longer from nervous excitement but from pure, undiluted rage.

He was your only light.

The one constant in your life.

A world that had been nothing but cruel, nothing but suffering, had given you one thing—him.

And now, he was taken from you.

But it was a mistake, right? He didn’t really love Madeleine Cookie… right?

You stopped, panting, and wiped at your tear-streaked face. Then, slowly, your lips curled into a grin—twisted, deranged.

No. If you couldn't have him, no one could.

Adrenaline surged through your veins like liquid fire. Your fingers, once trembling with sorrow, now burned with purpose.

You hurried back to your old shack, the one hidden deep in the woods, where memories of childhood tinkering and forgotten dreams still lingered.

And there—you began.

The invention took shape under your hands, the glow of magical runes casting eerie shadows across the walls. Wires twisted, gears clicked into place, and power hummed beneath your fingertips.

A shapeshifting device.

Your heart pounded wildly as the final piece was set. You donned the disguise of a Faerie Knight, your form shifting and warping into something unrecognizable.

And then, you ventured into the depths of the enchanted forest, seeking the fabled Faerie Kingdom.

You walked for what felt like hours, until finally—a pathway revealed itself.

A breathtaking kingdom unfolded before you, its gates opening as if welcoming a lost soul home. And at the heart of it all—a grand, ancient tree.

You stepped closer, fingers tracing the rough bark.

Then, with the magical axe Espresso once gifted you—you began to chop.

A deep, forbidden rift cracked open before you, the very fabric of reality splitting apart.

From the abyss, a figure emerged.

A dark, twisted presence, a jester draped in shadows and deceit. His deep blue eyes glowed with mischief and menace.

You smirked, tilting your head.

“I have a favor to ask.”

The jester’s grin widened, eyes gleaming with intrigue.

"You freed us? Well... Have a go at it—!?

And soon… Espresso would be at peace, like the angel he is.

---

[someweirdoreblogger]

Headcanon that Burning Spice Cookie is a malicious cookie cannibal and isn't above sharing crumbs and jelly morsels with his beloved.

[iatemitomt0day]

"Oh Y/N cookie, will you be with me now and forever? I know you wanna, sweet pea!~ YOU CAN'T LIE TO ME!"

Live reaction of Pure Vanillia Cookie having a heart attack

[mostholy]

kiss kiss 💋

Inspired from @brittle-doughie’s post ❤️💙 (i lovee love binging on em brittle answers especially the beasts gang)

[mokie-bleh]

you guys miss me? :)

[lohotine]

``One fleeting moment of eye contact.``

X !GN! Reader

You caught me staring at you

from across the room.

But I caught you staring back.

And you can't help but wonder what crosses his mind every time your eyes meet.

Do you appear in his mind as often as he does in yours?

You really hope so...

Though, you can't help

but feel like you know the answer already

because he looks at you

like you're something worth seeing

and his face light up

every time he spots you

in a crowded room.

And you wonder if maybe

Just maybe

He talks to his friends

Just like you tell your friends

About how much he misses you

And how his heart aches for you

How much you miss him

And how much your heart

Aches for him.

Because every time you see that smile of his,

You just....

....

Sometimes, people forget that you can't hide feelings in silence.

Because your eyes speak.

And sometimes

Your hearts will

Understand each other

Even when

Nothing is being said.

And yet you wonder; why isn't anything being said?

Perhaps deep down, you're both still a little scared...

But if you dig

Just a little bit deeper

Into the depths of both of your hearts

(Or maybe not even very deep at all)

You both knew

That you didn't even need to say the words

I love you

Because all it took was

One fleeting moment of eye contact.

[juricel]

Wait ur SM x reader was so peak actually… how do u think it would work with Mystic Flour?

a/n: aaaa,,, thank you so much! I do hope my characterization is right, considering yandere mystic flour made me perplexed, nevertheless, please enjoy!!

— yandere! mystic flour cookie x yandere! reader

໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა ۪ ׂ CONTENT WARNING: manipulation, kidnapping, heavy obsessive and possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, indirect emotional abuse, potential ooc.

𖦁 in her world of white, you were a deep, vibrant shade; the one last color that protruded out from the seemingly endless vacantness. you were the one thing that mattered to her in a world which will destruct itself from its own sins, the sole inspiration for her to step back into the world whom she has turned her back to long ago.

𖦁 she was no longer the person you recognize, only the dead-leaf echo of the virtue of volition from long ago, she knows, but you'd accept her, she knew; she could fade and wither - you wouldn't care, you would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face, and that solely alone was enough for her.

𖦁 to her, the earthbread is none but a bagatelle, a preordained, temporary and ultimately meaningless world. no matter how much cookies thrive, how much cookies build, how deeply they love, it will all fade into dust like grains of flour in the wind. From this endless cycle, she wants to take you away from it—it cannot be erased from existence, no, but she'll make you eternal; to transcend from this world with her. In the cocoon, she forces you to stay with her, to watch the world come and fall, she'll make your love for her everlasting, you and her shall crumble one day and apathy will grant you peace, she'll promise.

𖦁 she'll isolate you from everyone else, and never let you out from your cage. there is no need to go out, the world is empty, it is a vast sea of void. stay with her only, you are the meaning left in her life and so she is to you, you are the missing puzzles to one another's life, why else would you need to go out? protect her, just like you desire to, just like you promised to: take her away from the cookies who took advantage of her, take her away from everything and everyone else, and you and her love will become eternal.

𖦁 with mystic flour cookie, there is no one to be jealous of, for she has abandoned the world long ago. you are the solely purpose in her life she indulges within, so stay with her forever, won't you?

[brittle-doughie]

May I ask for Wind Archer crumbs please por favor begging shaking on my knees mom spaghetti 🥺

Are your knees weak and arms are heavy? Perhaps vomit on your sweater already?

“Wind Archer, I appreciate you coming along to help me introduce the Beasts to the kingdom, but you don’t have to keep your bow at the ready.”

“I don’t trust any foul creature that harkens from the darkness. Who knows what they could do to you without protection.”

“They’re in my territory now, I’ve got preventive measures in place to ensure they can’t do much. Also, please rephrase next time!”

“It’s not enough for me, you’re too important!”

“Personally or objectively?”

Wind Archer pauses for a moment, a tint to his cheeks as he looks away a bit.

“Both, but…more personally to me..”

“Aw, don’t worry. I’ll be alright, well, moreso with you here.”

Wind Archer smiled a bit at your affirmation, feeling like you counted on him. And he was going to make sure that he wouldn’t let you down!

[speed-world]

Hello, im a fan of the self aware scenario you did with the coward y/n cookie, and I was wondering what their reactions would be of meeting the beast cookies

To be honest, you had no interest in going to Beast-Yeast, at all. After all, why would you? Whatever conflict the Ancients and other cookies had with each other didn’t concern you, not to mention that just the name - “Beast-Yeast” - already freaked you out.

If it weren’t for Pure Vanilla Cookie promising that your safety, due to the agreement between the Ancients and Dark Enchantress Cookie, you would’ve stayed comfortably in the Cookie Kingdom far away from the other continent.

You wish you never listened to Pure Vanilla now, because this beast - Shadow Milk Cookie - immediately wanted to make you run far, far away.

The jester scared you with his sinister and maniacal behavior. If you had a fear of clowns before entering the cookie world, then you’d pass out the more his actions continued.

After seeing the mental turmoil Pure Vanilla was experiencing, the loss of Elder Faerie Cookie, Shadow Milk’s terrifying powers and his “plays” that were mockeries of all the adversaries of the Beasts—the color blue might be your most hated now.

Yeah, you’d be completely fine and dandy if you never saw a hint of Shadow Milk’s Cookie ever again

However, he couldn’t stand to think of this meeting being your last…

How were you convinced to go back to Beast-Yeast a second time?? Suppose you can be grateful for that promise with the Ancients and Dark Enchantress Cookie.

You actually really liked the Ivory Pagoda. The atmosphere was so serene and otherworldly, and warmly inviting…or dangerously alluring.

The company of Dark Cacao Cookie, Caramel Arrow Cookie, Crunchy Chip Cookie, and the Cacao warriors made this trip a whole lot more comfortable and relaxing. However, their presence couldn’t make things better when you finally came face to face with the other Beast - Mystic Flour Cookie.

You thought the slow creepiness of Cloud Haetae Cookie would be the worst of your problems, but at least the story they told was directed to the Ancient instead of you.

The second you saw that spider pop out of that cocoon, your soul ascended to the crossroads. Your body went so pale that Dark Cacao thought you succumbed to the pale ailment.

You really couldn’t articulate how much Mystic Flour scared you. Shadow Milk was insane, but this?! She’s so uncaring, so unrelenting in her belief of apathy, is it too late to stay with Peach Blossom Cookie for the rest of this journey?

Let’s not even get started on that face. You hated any related horror stuff in the real world, and now you’re seeing that in front of your face!!

Yeah no, forget this. Awesome job on Dark Cacao awakening, time to get on the first airship outta this place.

As much as you wanted to be as far away from Mystic Flour Cookie as possible, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Stared at by a force that you couldn’t look back at, no matter how hard you tried….

Hell. To the freaking. NO

Naaaaaah Golden Cheese Cookie, she’s crazy if she thinks you’re going to accompany her to Beast-Yeast. Promise be damned, they clearly didn’t account for the mental pain that you’ve suffered through.

Smoked Cheese Cookie seemed dead serious on agreeing with you, but Golden Cheese wouldn’t take no for an answer. You decided to stick close to Smoked Cheese, because the Beast is only focused on Golden Cheese after all, right?

Had it not been for the presence of Golden Cheese and Smoked Cheese, you wouldn’t have even thought of coming to this place. It’s hotter than a truck engine in the summer, a lot of these Spice cookies are pretty hostile, and—Oh God the sandstorms are the crumbs of dead cookies?!?????!

And then, you met him-Burning Spice Cookie. He’s already scary to look at, so you just hid your face whenever you saw or heard him.

His power is also way too scary-he doesn’t care about any collateral damage caused, heck he probably loves if there’s more of it! Smoked Cheese spent his time making sure that not even a crumb of you were harmed during the fight of Golden Cheese and Burning Spice.

You weren’t sure what freaked you out more: Nutmeg Tiger Cookie’s unwavering devotion to such a being like Burning Spice, or the fact that Burning Spice Cookie does all that he does…for entertainment.

All the death, destruction, suffering he causes, everything, all for a cheap laugh?! Why-why again did you ever come here?!?

To make matters worse? Smoked Cheese and Golden Cheese were locked away in a cage. But you? No, Burning Spice didn’t want you in confinement.

He found it much more amusing to have you by his side, attached to his hip and sitting on his lap.

Your soul departs each time he speaks, your breath is taken away when he breaks something, because you’re scared that it might be you he breaks next. Seeing him be so casual and collected after crushing Cilantro Cobra Cookie in front of your face was what set you over the edge.

You were panicking, screaming, tossing around. You wanted to leave now, no ifs, ands, or buts. You can’t take this anymore and-…

He-he’s staring at you….he’s in the middle of his second round fight with Golden Cheese Cookie, and he’s staring. Right. At. You.

You were eternally grateful for Smoked Cheese Cookie being so understanding, and being so quick in trying to get you out of this God forsaken continent.

But even as you were getting away, you heard his laugh. You know Golden Cheese struck him down, but you heard his faint sinister laugh; virtually paralyzing you in place.

Please, for your sake, can you never come back to Beast-Yeast ever again?!?

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Where did this ticket come from?