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[hugemilkshake]

Can I request on how the Dragons (Separate) would react to meeting (Dragon) Y/N, who thought themselves to be an odd looking cookie, because they were raise by cookies & has never once meet another dragon before

Enjoy the milkshake! Tower of adventures is actually more fun than I expected, am I mad? No. Not one bit.

Dragon? No. Cookie.

-platonic-

Dragons are quite the sight to behold, they are magnificent creatures that cookies don’t see often. But there is one dragon that’s been seen by a lot of cookie! but the question is… what does a dragon do when they aren’t aware of their dragon blood?

Pitaya Dragon

Walking through dragon city, Pitaya Dragon noticed an odd looking cookie. No… not a cookie… a dragon! Why was a dragon wondering around with no disguise!

So Pitaya decided to ask why. Now of course they didn’t ask in front of a lot of cookies, they asked in a more private area

But hearing this dragon confidently say that they were not a dragon, just as cookie who didn’t look like the average cookie and that they were glad to find someone else like them

To say that Pitaya was shocked was an understatement. They were in disbelief.

Ask why they thought this kinda made some sense. They grew up around cookies, basically living the same life any other cookie would and they weren’t even around cookies who knew what dragons even were!

Pitaya took a good while to try and talk to this dragon about their dragon heritage and they made a little progress when they ask who your parents were and all you responded with was that you came from an egg. You know… LIKE A DRAGON WOULD-

But you are going to need a lot of convincing for you to believe that you are a dragon.

Ananas Dragon

Sitting on their throne, Ananas Dragon heard a cookie walk in. It was Mango Cookie, but the young cookie seemed confused..? Not like himself

The Golden Dragon inquired what was wrong only to be informed that there was another dragon resting on the island but when hearing the description on the dragon’s appearance… it didn’t sound like any of the other dragons Ananas knew…

It was understandable why Ananas wanted to meet this dragon. I mean, you’d be concerned if a powerful being similar to you just appeared out of the blue

When the two of you met, you immediately got excited since you finally met a cookie just like you

Ananas was confused and straight up asked if you thought you were a cookie. And when you responded with yes, Ananas was just deadpan.

Ananas asked if you were joking. And when you said you were serious, they sighed. And said that you were a dragon, just like themself

They were not going to spend energy on trying to convince you that you were in fact a dragon.

Ananas just told you that this was THEIR island and that any damage caused would have severe repercussions

Lotus Dragon

Lotus Dragon was resting, playing their mandolin peacefully when Hydrangea Cookie approached. Informing the dragon that another dragon was prancing around the ongoing wish festival

Now Lotus was aware that the other dragons would never go to one of their wish festivals so this was a surprise

Instead of seeking you out, Lotus Dragon asked for Hydrangea to bring you to them so the two of you could have a chat

When you entered you were super happy to see a cookie like you! Lotus was a little surprised since it was very clear that you were a dragon

But unlike the other dragons so far, Lotus won’t try to convince you that you are a dragon but to let you discover it yourself.

Lotus did clarify that they were a dragon and not a cookie, while you were disappointed that you didn’t find a “cookie” like you, but you were curious about why the two of you looked so similar

So Lotus decided to let you stay in the Lotus Palace so you could learn more about your dragon heritage and come to terms with it since you genuinely believed you were a cookie

Lychee Dragon

Lychee loves to be pampered by the Rambutan tribe by being in the form of Mangosteen Cookie. But seeing another dragon getting admired pissed then off

Lychee did catch on quickly to your confusion when the Cookies of the Rambutan Tribe asked you about your dragon like look

But the moment Lychee had heard that you thought that you were just an odd looking cookie due to growing up around cookies your whole life

So it’s now become Lychee’s goal to make sure you never find out that you’re a dragon.

Why? Lychee is just silly like that ig-

Longan Dragon

Longan Dragon had one simple plan. To make dragons be the only ones wondering earthbread. But there was one thing that was messing with the plan. A dragon they never met.

This infuriated Longan. During their slumber a dragon egg that they weren’t made aware of hatched

Naturally, Longan wants to eliminate this flaw in their plan. But after inquiring some information about you, they don’t really want to eliminate you, but their anger has been amplified

Hearing that a fellow DRAGON genuinely believed that they were some lowlife COOKIE

Just hope that the two of you never cross paths. Because Longan won’t hesitate to use force to make you to realize that you are a DRAGON and not a COOKIE.

[speed-world]

Requests will be opening tomorrow! :D I’ll also start posting some ocs, with one being posted today!

[greensagephase]

Expectant Father!Miguel

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader Summary: Sweet Miguel who's a daddy to be and trying his best to support you and prepare for the baby's arrival! Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: none, just fluff Masterlist

Imagining a Miguel who after BTSV grieves and heals from his loss and trauma. He opens up and falls in love with someone, you, a Spider-Woman from another universe. The two of you eventually get married and after a few years of a beautiful marriage life, the talk about children comes up once more. You both talked about it early on in your relationship, of course, especially with Miguel losing Gabriella. You wanted to make sure that Miguel was open to the idea of starting a family in the future.

Even after marriage, the topic came up a few times here and there. Each time, Miguel always reassured you that he was open and ready for whenever you both decided to begin trying. And so, the talk eventually started again after a few years of enjoying your marriage. You both discussed it and reassured each other that you were both more than ready to start, so at last, Miguel and you begin trying!

Surprisingly, or may not so much, you soon begin to show symptoms and before you know it, there’s Miguel and you in your shared bathroom with pregnancy tests. Miguel holds your hand as you both wait for the result, both feeling nervous because this could be it. Trying to ease your nerves and his racing heart, Miguel peppers your forehead with kisses, whispering sweet words of reassurance.

“Te amo [I love you].”

“Don’t stress if it’s false symptoms, mi vida [my life]. We’ll keep trying.”

After what feels like forever, the tests reveal the results…

Expectant Father!Miguel, who tears up and wraps his arms tightly around you before kissing your face out of pure love and affection when the pregnancy test turns out positive.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who can’t sleep that night out of excitement! Miguel holds you close to his chest while you sleep soundly, planting tender and sweet kisses to your head to avoid waking you up as he thinks about the new and beautiful change in your lives, unable to believe that this is happening. He’s going to be a dad!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who wants to tell the whole world that you’re pregnant, but who agrees not to say anything for the first trimester, just in case. Despite wanting to scream the news to all of Nueva York, Miguel also loves being able to keep the news to yourselves. It’s your little secret!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who wants you to have the best midwife, doula, ob/gyn, or whoever you wish to treat you during your pregnancy. Miguel wants to make sure you and the baby will be well taken care off during and after the pregnancy in all aspects, especially medically, so he does research like his life depends on it with you to choose the right professional. This is especially important to him because he’s aware of how often women are disregarded when it comes to their own health, so Miguel wants to make sure that whoever you both work with, takes your concerns seriously.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who goes with you to every single appointment. No matter what. Miguel will schedule things around the appointments in order to go with you because he’s not missing one. His eyes soften up every single time he looks at the screen, seeing your baby moving around. He holds your hand, smiling and filled with happiness as the professional explains the progress. He may not say it at every appointment but he always thinks about how you both, “made that” happen.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who holds the ultrasound pictures after the appointment in his hands, looking longingly at them. At home, he asks if it's okay to frame them so they can be added to the wall of photos in your living room. He personally hangs it up!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who already keeps a stock of your favorite snacks in his lab, but now that you’re pregnant, expands it. As your pregnancy progresses and you start getting weird cravings, Miguel stocks up on a mixture of food items to be ready.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who will go anywhere and everywhere to get you food when you get cravings, no matter how weird they are. Miguel will travel the multiverse, even at 4am, to satisfy the cravings you and baby have!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who gains weight during the pregnancy, too! He doesn’t mind at all, but instead smiles every time he remembers, feels, or sees the new extra weight because “estamos esperando, mi amor [we’re expecting, my love].” He’s proud of it and he doesn’t let any little joke or comment about it get to him!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who massages your swollen feet to ease your discomfort! He tenderly massages them and rubs lotion to keep them soft. Talking about this, Miguel will do your toenails if you don’t get them done professionally. He surprisingly does a great job and he finds that this is another great way to continue pampering you in the future. Miguel also helps you put your shoes on, tying them when it's necessary when you find it too difficult as your pregnancy progresses.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who always tells you how beautiful you are, but especially now that you’re pregnant. Miguel thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous with your pregnancy glow, that's how he sees you, but he also knows that you could easily get ideas about your body not looking good or feeling self-conscious, so he makes sure to tell you often how stunning you are. Miguel wants you to know he loves you no matter what your body looks like!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who buys you the prettiest maternity clothes! He doesn’t care to spend money on clothes or anything else because he wants to you to feel beautiful and comfortable all throughout your pregnancy. Every time you go shopping, he always wants to buy you something, even when you tell him that you have enough clothes but again, Miguel wants you to feel beautiful and comfortable. Plus, Miguel is sure the maternity clothes will come in handy again in a few years!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who holds you tenderly and whispers in your ear how beautiful and strong you are when you have those moments of self-consciousness. He gently reminds you it’s okay to feel that, he knows your body is experiencing changes, but he also reminds you that in his eyes, you’re absolutely beautiful. “Eres una diosa, mi amor [you’re a goddess, my love]”, he whispers.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who starts reading books about parenting and babies! Miguel is an avid reader (you cannot change my mind about this; the man loves to read, but with so many duties as the leader of the Spider Society, our current Miguel doesn’t make much time for it, but he’s def a bookworm), so it’s no surprise that a neat pile of books always sits on his nightstand, but the difference is that his books suddenly turn from science and fiction genres to books about parenting, children, and childbirth to educate and prepare himself as a father. As the pregnancy progresses, Miguel stays up late reading while you’re curled up at his side, sleeping soundly. He rubs your back tenderly with his free hand, partly to comfort you in your sleep but also because physical touch is one of his love languages. Miguel takes little breaks here and there just to admire your sleeping figure, wondering what he did to deserve you and the life he has with you.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who loves cooking to spoil you! He already enjoyed cooking for you before but now he finds double the happiness because he knows you’re eating for two! Also, Miguel will cook anything and everything for you; from your favorite dishes to new ones you’re suddenly craving, even if he’s never cooked it before.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who has to keep his emotions in check during the first trimester because you both agreed to keep your pregnancy a secret to avoid raising suspicions. You both agreed to keep it a secret until the first trimester just in case there are complications, which thankfully do not come up. Despite both of you agreeing to behave normally, people at HQ begin to wonder why Miguel is suddenly extra smiley. Some spider members ask him about it, which makes him realize he’s not doing too great of a job acting normal (but like, you can’t blame him! Miguel is just so, so, so happy that you’re going to be parents!). During the first trimester, some spider members dare ask why he’s so much more cheerful, so he always hits them up with, “Can’t I just smile?” He then puts on a grumpy face for show and to quiet down the suspicions, even though he’s so happy he’d buy a holographic billboard to announce your pregnancy to the entire population of Nueva York if he could, which financially he can, but he’s certain you wouldn’t appreciate that too much.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who no longer bothers to hide his happiness and excitement once the first trimester has passed and you announce it to your friends and coworkers at HQ because the pregnancy is going well. He doesn’t care to hide his excitement when someone asks him how you’re doing or if he’s ready for possible sleepless nights.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who truly, and I mean truly, doesn’t care about the baby’s gender! You guys talk about it as the weeks go by, wondering and guessing for fun, but Miguel truly doesn’t care. Whether it’s a girl or a boy, Miguel is going to love, cherish, and protect that child until his last breath!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who is over the moon when your baby bump starts showing! His gaze softens every time his eyes land on it, his heart elated with happiness. Miguel loves to cup it in his large hands, filled with awe that a little being half him and half yours is growing in your tummy. He obviously knows how the process works but either way, Miguel is always filled with such awe as he caresses and cups your bump.

Expectant Father!Miguel, whose eyes widen and mouth parts the first time he feels the baby kick. He looks at you, his expression one of love and tenderness while he feels the soft kicks under his hands. He kisses you sweetly before he kisses your bump and whispers softly, “Mi familia [my family].” He laughs softly as baby keeps kicking and jokes about having “un futbolista [a fútbol player]” in the family, which only seems to fuel the kicks. This is how you both discover that the baby loves listening to him talk.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who talks to your tummy every day once you both discover that the baby loves listening to his voice. Miguel talks about how excited he is for the baby to arrive, about how loved they will be by both their parents. He often reminds the baby that, “I’ll always protect and love you.”

Expectant Father!Miguel, who is involved in a very part of putting together the nursery because he’s so excited about it. You catch him smiling to himself very often while you both work on the nursery little by little over the months. He builds the crib, making sure that it’s assembled properly for the baby’s well being, and every other piece of furniture that needs to be put together. Talking about furniture, Miguel makes sure there’s a bookcase included, one you both slowly fill with children’s books. He helps hang up the picture frames you both decided on with cute photos appropriate for a baby nursery. He buys the most comfortable chair/couch for the room so that you’re both always comfortable while tending to the baby. You try to keep a budget for the room, but Miguel tells you to not worry about that! Miguel has more than enough money to provide for you and the baby, and he doesn’t care to spend it on the two of you, so he has no budget when it comes to setting up the baby’s room because he wants to make sure you and the baby have everything that’s needed!!

Expectant Father!Miguel, who goes with you to every class you attend to prepare for the baby’s arrival. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the middle of the day. Just like how he schedules things around doctor appointments, Miguel also fits these classes in not only to make sure he’s there as a supporting spouse but also to learn and be prepared to assist and support you when the baby arrives.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who smiles warmly when members from the Spider Society throw you a surprise baby shower. He looks at the cute and small clothes with affection, filled with some amusement as well when he sees some of them are spider theme.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who reads to the baby and you because he learned from somewhere that this is beneficial for children. He does this late in the evenings when you’re both cuddling on the couch, his hand tenderly caressing your stomach. Due to his gentle voice, he usually lulls you to sleep right there on the couch. If you don’t wake up soon, Miguel carries you to bed.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who also plays music for the baby and you. Again, he read something about this having benefits, so he’ll play different genres but usually it’s calm tunes you both choose to play.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who sits with you to decide on a name once you find out the gender of the baby. You ask him about his opinion on the choices you’ve both selected, but he can’t settle on one. He never realized how hard it’s to choose a name, something your child will have forever. You think it’s cute how his eyebrows furrow in deep thought as he contemplates on his personal choice.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who sits on the floor while you sit on the chair you decided on for the nursery while the two of you pack the hospital bag when you’re in the last few weeks of your pregnancy. He checks the bag about a thousand times to make sure you and baby will have everything that’s needed while at the hospital, trying to make sure neither of you have forgotten something.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who makes sure your place is clean right before the baby arrives so that when you come home, the place will be spotless. He also makes sure that all the devices for the baby, such as the baby monitor, are ready to go.

Expectant Father!Miguel, who holds your hand as you’re about to have the baby and refuses to leave your side no matter what! He quietly and sweetly tells you how much he loves you, how strong and beautiful you are. He knows his words of encouragement might do little to ease your pain and discomfort, but the words spill from his mouth regardless because he truly believes what he’s saying. He brings your hand to his lips before he kisses the back of it with misty eyes, filled with so many emotions.

Papa!Miguel, who wipes his tears when the nurse hands you the baby for the first time. He gazes at you with so much love and affection while you hold your baby for the first time, noticing how gentle and natural you are at motherhood. He saves the image in his mind, knowing he'll remember that moment for the rest of his life.

Papa!Miguel, whose eyes spill more tears when you hand the baby to him so he can experience holding his child for the first time, too. His soft gaze captures every detail of his child’s face, searing it into his memory forever. He notes how light and small they feel in his arms, the warmth from their little body, and the beautiful scent coming from his child. He turns to look at you, smiling, and in that moment, he wonders if he’s dreaming all of this. If so, Miguel silently wishes that he never wakes up from this beautiful dream.

Finally got to post this one; it's been in my Notion vault since April 💀but anyway, thank you for reading!

Alondra❤️

[jeonqkooks]

our beloved summer | jjk (7.5) (m.)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: exes au, fluff, Angst, smut; THE REASON™️, crying because obviously there's gonna be crying, mentions of hobi leaving :(, cursing, uhm she hits him; kissing (well, of course 😂), br*ast play, t*tty s*cking, oral s*x (f. receiving), f*ngering, unprotected s*x, r*ding, cr*ampie, uhm idk i think that's it word count: 6.9k (poetic, i know) note (1): holy fucking shit i am literally shaking like a chihuahua as i'm writing this a/n. what the hell it's finally here. we've been waiting for this for almost a year and a half. TREMENDOUS thanks to Jo @daechwitatamic, Ari @/wintaerbaer (edited 2024: crossed out but not removed bc even tho she plagiarized obs afterward, she did beta this for me so i guess i still gotta give her that lmfao), and Jazz @jeonwiixard for beta-ing this for me and for reassuring me that it's not a load of crap (probably) and especially Jo for telling me if i back out she'll come kick me. frick! gaaaah. okay i'm gonna let you read or i'll go out of my mind

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I want you to smile, to feel like enough 'Cause you deserve yellow and lions and love I hope you come back when you're doing well Forgive me for being the worst of myself

New Recording 28 - Chelsea Cutler

The second the door is closed, his mouth is on yours again. 

His hand on your waist, yours in his hair, it’s similar to how it was mere minutes ago, just the urgency has increased tenfold. You want his suit off as much as you want your dress on the floor.

Jungkook detaches from your lips to let you breathe as he cages you between his body and the door, but it’s not like you can focus very well on breathing when he starts kissing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin. His hands travel south, one palm curving around your hips to grope your ass, the other settling on the back of your thigh to lift it up, opening your legs wider so he could better slot in between them. With your leg lifted, it makes the slit in your dress ride up, exposing your core to the cool air of the room. You can feel his growing bulge pressed against you, right over your panties. 

You whimper his name when he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck, his hips grinding against you slowly.

“Yeah?” You can hear the smirk in that one simple word and the honey that drips from his voice. “What is it?”

“Want you…”

“I’m right here,” Jungkook says. His slender fingers rub you over the pink lace that you’re wearing underneath your dress, teasing your opening through the fabric for a few beats before he pushes your panties aside. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His breath is hot on your neck. He presses his lips against your skin absentmindedly, the tip of his index circling you but not pushing inside just yet.

“Tell me you want me too,” you pant, your arm hooking around his neck to hold him close.

“I want you.”

Truth.

You pull him in for another bruising kiss before you blindly push him further into the room, your hands roaming the broad expanse of his clothed chest. He stops when the back of his knees hit the bed.

“Hey.” Jungkook breaks away from the kiss to look at you. “Are you sure?”

If Jimin knew what you’re doing right now, he’d say that you have zero self preservation instincts.

He’d be right, though. If you had any self preservation instincts, you wouldn’t be doing this.

Your stupid, battered heart has only ever wanted him.

“I’m sure,” comes your immediate reply. It’s desperate, but you don’t have it in yourself to even care. “I’m sure. I want this. Please.”

“You were drinking.”

“I’m not drunk. I promise.”

Maybe it’d be better if you were drunk. Then you could at least blame this lapse of judgment on a pathetic state of inebriation and not on your stupid self who’s always weak for him.

He stares at you for a minute, searching for any sign of your willingness being driven by alcohol. He seems relieved when he finds none, and it isn’t until then that he shrugs off his jacket, before helping you take off his dress shirt and trousers.

You haven’t seen him like this in so long.

Every defined line on his body, accentuating every detail that you could spend hours running your fingers over.

He looks different but at the same time, not really. A tad more muscular, but still the same lean frame. Hard chest and abs on full display for you. God, your fingers are fucking twitching with the need to touch him.

Once he’s been stripped down to his boxers, he leans down to kiss you before you stop him with a hand on his chest. The lone tiger lily on his arm catches your attention.

Your fingers reach out to trace the black ink on his body, the lines delicate, your touch feather light. You’re suddenly curious. When did he get it? You can’t remember if you two ever talked about getting tattoos.

“What does it mean?” you ask. It strikes you with the realization that this is just one of the thousands of things that you missed, a reminder of your lost time. 

“Please love me,” he says, bringing his hands up to cup your face. He looks at you, just for a few seconds, before clarifying, “It means ‘Please love me,’” then kissing you again.

Jungkook clumsily and blindly searches for the dress’ zipper on your back, giving it a few impatient tugs until it finally starts gliding down your body. Your lips never part from one another as the dress falls to the floor, pooling at your feet. But once you step out of it, he does pull back to look at you from head to toe. His eyes fall to your chest, clad in a lacy pink bra that matches your panties. The look he gives you is the same one that he did when he saw you in your dress earlier today. But there’s something else in his eyes - realization, pride, perhaps a question too.

His hands are back on your body instantly, throwing you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. He discards your bra with ease, flinging it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. You shiver when the chilly air meets your bare chest, but the sensation quickly goes away when he takes your breast into his warm mouth. You let out a delighted sigh, arching your back to push yourself further into him as his tongue flicks over your stiff nipple. One of his hands comes up to squeeze your other breast to make sure that it isn’t neglected, rolling your pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger. He switches to sucking your other tit after a while, then pawing at the one he just had in his mouth.

“Jungkook,” you whine his name when he makes out with your tits for too long, because there’s somewhere else that desperately requires his immediate attention. “Need you…”

He releases your nipple with a wet pop, and he looks pleased with himself when he sees that they’re thoroughly glistening with his spit. “Sorry,” he says with a chuckle. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He starts making his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin that’s on display for him, before you put a hand on his shoulder when his face gets close to your thighs.

“What are you doing?”

He looks up at you as his fingers ghost over the fabric of your panties. “Can I?”

You lick your lips, contemplating whether or not you have the patience to wait for him. But alas, you decide, “Okay.”

Jungkook makes quick work of sliding your underwear down your legs and letting it join the pile on the floor. Even in the dim light, he can see just how wet you are, practically glittering with arousal, looking so utterly inviting that it makes his mouth water. All of this, just for him.

He doesn’t waste another second, diving right into you to lick a stripe up your dripping folds. Swiftly burying two fingers into your heat, he doesn’t stop until he’s knuckles deep. Your lips part in a silent but delighted moan. You forgot how good he used to make you feel. Your fingers could never feel as good as his, not thick enough to stretch yourself open and not long enough to reach deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” you drawl, your eyes fluttering shut when the tip of his tongue meets your throbbing clit, teasing it until you’re practically grinding against his face. You thread a hand into his hair, gripping his dark locks until he’s groaning, sending blissful vibrations all throughout your body. The figure 8’s that his tongue draws on your clit sets you alight, sends you into a whole other dimension completely as pleasure courses through your veins. 

“So good,” he mumbles. To you? To himself? You can’t tell, but that doesn’t really matter. “Still so good.”

You hear it, just how soaked you are, as he begins thrusting his digits in and out of you. He strokes your walls delicately with each press of his fingers, scissoring you open for what you know is to come. 

His tongue dips into your entrance then, teases your dripping hole as you pant heavily, 

Your legs close in on his head as the orgasm nears, but he keeps your thighs apart, firmly holding them open as he makes you unravel.

This is fucking unreal - Jungkook with his whole face tucked between your legs, desperate to make you come with his talented mouth. You never would have anticipated this when you woke up this morning.

No, just a while ago you were crying by yourself down at the beach. Now you’re crying out his name as he smothers himself in you.

Once he starts curling them inside of you, it’s embarrassing how fast you come. You clench hard around his fingers as the orgasm washes over you, dripping down his fingers and he uses the added wetness to carry you through the high.

“Jungkook…” you whimper, sounding completely fucked out even though it’s only just beginning. After a while, the heightened pleasure fades into the background, and he presses soft kisses against your inner thigh.

He crawls his way up your body until he’s facing you again. You watch his fingers and the way they’re coated in your juices, wondering what he’ll do with them next. Jungkook languidly smears the wetness all over your lips like he’s carefully painting them, only to kiss you afterward. When you moan against him, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hand finds its way into his boxers then, wrapping your fingers around his hardened length, pumping him in your fist until he’s shallowly rutting against you.

The kiss gets broken when he suddenly pulls away, realization dawning on him. “Shit,” he exclaims. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh.” You blink at him, then you both just look at each other for a while. This isn’t a problem with no solution, even if the solution is a disastrous one in hindsight. You just want him, so badly that you can’t think of anything else.

He waits for you, doesn’t dare say anything else until you do.

Yet again, the opportunity presents itself for you to stop.

But you’ve already gone this far, and though it’s damn near impossible, you want him even more than you did before.

“Are you clean?” you ask.

It’s evident that he’s surprised by the way his eyes widen, and his silence that follows for the next half a minute. “Yeah,” he tells you.

“Okay. Then we don’t need a condom.”

He says your name once, his fingers brushing your hair away from your face sweetly. You always did like your name best when it used to fall from his lips so softly. “Are you sure?” he asks.

“I’m sure. I promise.”

Jungkook sucks in a breath, like he’s steadying himself, before he rids himself of the remaining piece of clothing on his body, then settles between your legs again. This time, his cock rests directly on your bare pussy. The anticipation makes it harder for you to breathe, makes you squeeze your thighs around his waist to not let him leave.

“How long has it been?”

Your answer is vague. “Too long,” you say. You don’t want to tell him that there’s been no one else since him, but you have a feeling that he understands it anyway. You think that he’d be pleased with your answer, that maybe it would boost his ego in a way, but there’s only a certain sadness that settles in his eyes. 

“Okay.” Regardless, he pushes past the sudden gloom that befalls his features, blinking away the disheartenment swimming in his irises, to align himself with your entrance. He rubs his cock against your pussy to coat you in his precum, even though you yourself are certainly more than wet enough for him to slide home easily. “Ready?”

“Yes,” you confirm, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he eases the tip into you, making the both of you moan at the contact. You feel him, all of him.

For a second, you wonder if he has ever forgone protection with anyone else, or if it’s only ever been just you.

Jungkook takes one of your hands off his shoulder to lay it flat on the bed next to your head, lacing your fingers together, giving your hand a slight squeeze. “Breathe. You can do it.”

“Give me a minute.”

“We’ve got time,” he says, his voice smooth like velvet.

“Can you kiss me?” you ask, almost like you’re shy even though he’s balls deep inside of you.

He chuckles lightly, so endeared by you and your silly question.

His lips meet yours sweetly, like doing so would help make the stretch less painful. Maybe it does, at least a little bit. 

You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and he’s probably trying so hard to hold back, but he keeps kissing you nonetheless.

“You can move,” you say after a while.

“I’ll go slow, okay?”

“Okay.”

He rears his hips back, slowly, then thrusts forward again. You whimper from the slight burn, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. His movements are gentle for the next couple of minutes or so, and it isn’t until you start opening up more that he sets a steadier pace. Even when he starts to fuck you faster, one of his hands is still on your hips, rubbing your skin soothingly. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts out, followed by a sigh of your name as he pumps into your cunt, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging deliciously in and out of your walls. “You feel so good.”

He gazes down at you as he moves, and there’s just something so intimate about it that it makes you want to cry again.

You know what it’s like to have him fuck you, and this isn’t it.

No, this is something else entirely.

I love you, you think. I love you so fucking much.

“Missed you.” His words come out hushed, caught in half a moan, half a whimper. “Missed you so fucking much.”

“Did you think about me?”

“Always,” he says, without even missing a beat.

“No,” you clarify. “When you were sleeping with other people, did you think about me?”

“I only thought about you.” His hips stutter as he tells you this, like he’s confessing to something that he shouldn’t. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You never admitted this to anyone, not even Taehyung even though he probably sensed it, but you used to feel like you could be physically sick just looking at the photos on his feed every time you’d lurk on a drunken night. They were never flashy, just subtle enough for you to know that there was someone. It made you nauseous, because the place next to him was always supposed to be yours.

You just stare at him, not knowing how to process this bit of information. Sure, it’s an ego boost. There’s some pride in knowing that you were the one on his mind even if you weren’t together.

He’s so utterly gorgeous like this that you can’t form a single coherent thought, too lost in the way his eyes bore into yours and in the blossoming warmth that spreads all over your chest from hearing his words.

How did he manage to get even more beautiful? Sculpted by the gods. The standard for all men.

“What is it?” he asks when you stare at him for too long.

“I…” You blink away the daze. “I wanna be on top.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook slips out of you just long enough to get seated with his back against the headboard and pull you into his lap. You hover over him, letting his tip rub against your dripping hole for a moment before you sink onto him. You tip your head back and sigh as you envelope him fully again, the only difference is that you can feel him so much deeper like this.

He grabs your ass with both hands, kneading your skin as he helps you ride him. The sounds that you make together are downright obscene, bouncing off the walls, ringing in your ears.

“Harder,” you tell him shakily. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I want it to hurt,” you say, holding onto him like you’re bracing for impact, because you know he’ll give you what you want. “Make it hurt.”

Jungkook sighs once, then digs his heels into the mattress to steady himself before his hips go wild, thrusting into you with such force that it nearly has you sobbing, your head falling onto his shoulder. It makes you burn with pleasure, like a star before it becomes a supernova. When the tension starts building quickly, you can’t help but slam your hips down harder to meet his thrusts, to chase that high.

You press your lips against his skin, any spot you could find - his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. “Tell me you love me.”

The words are ready on the tip of his tongue, like he’s been waiting for an opportunity to say it. He doesn’t miss a single beat as he tells you, “I love you.”

“Mean it.”

“I do mean it. I love you.”

Truth.

For some sick and twisted reason, his words send you crashing over the edge, falling into that abyss of pleasure that you’ve been searching for. You say his name, over and over again, like you’re making up for all the years that he wasn’t around to hear it.

Your walls convulse wildly around him as you cry out, your toes curling, your thighs shaking. He holds you close, thrusting into you through your orgasm until you’re dizzy, like you could actually pass out from the overwhelming bliss.

“I’m close,” he tells you in a raspy voice.

You catch your breath long enough to say, “Come for me.”

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you say without much thought. If you were in a clearer state of mind, you would know that it’s reckless and stupid. You’re not on birth control, and if anything were to happen, you would have no one to blame but yourself.

But you aren’t in a clear state of mind, and maybe this is even more dangerous than if you were fueled by alcohol. At least you can sober up from alcohol.

You just want him so badly that rationality seems like a luxury you can’t afford right now.

“Y/N,” he whispers shakily, though there’s a warning edge to his voice that you understand.

“I want you to come inside me. I want it. I want it so bad. Please.”

Jungkook groans at your answer. 

He doesn’t ask you to look at him, instead choosing to hide his face against your neck where you feel something wet glide down your skin as he grips your hips. It’s followed by a sniffle, and hands that hold onto you like you’re a lifeline. 

He’s crying, and that breaks your fucking heart.

You don’t know what to do. Part of you wants to tilt his chin up to look at you, because it feels strange without his tender gaze on you, but you decide against it even though the tips of your fingers tingle with the need to do so. 

Your walls clench with purpose, squeezing around him, trying to help you get there. It’s not that long before you hear your name falling from his lips in a choked out moan, so needy and beautiful and makes you nostalgic. He empties himself inside of you, making you shudder from the sudden warmth that he paints along your walls.

You stay in the same position for a few more minutes until your chest is no longer heaving with exhaustion and euphoria. He gently pulls you off his lap to lay you down on the bed, pressing an apologetic kiss against your bare shoulder when you wince from the oversensitivity, from any kind of movement at all. 

When he moves to throw on his boxers and goes to stand up, you reach for him. “Where are you going?” You instantly feel pathetic for asking.

He pauses, then squeezes your hand as that sadness from before makes an appearance in his eyes again. “I’m just going to the bathroom,” he tells you, his voice quiet.

The relief on your face must be visible. “Okay,” you say. Rationally, you know he probably wouldn’t fuck you and leave you the second the deed is done. But again, rationality is a luxury at the moment.

Jungkook returns a couple of minutes later with a warm cloth, and dabs it between your legs to clean you up. You grimace when he touches you there, evidently sore already from the activities you just engaged in.

“Sorry,” he’s quick to say, though it isn’t really his fault. Or maybe it is his fault. You’re not sure if that even matters.

When he’s done, he gets under the covers with you. “Come here,” he says, then shuffles your body closer to his until he’s holding you with his hands on your bare waist. He leans down to kiss you, and you let him. God, you feel like you’re fucking melting.

It’s different from the kiss down at the beach, and it’s different from the needy ones you shared in the past hour. It’s soft and slow and easy, like there’s nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.

Jungkook breaks away eventually, and rests his forehead against yours then. One of his hands on your waist slides up to your ribs, until his thumb could brush the underside of your breast. The touch is gentle, sweet, completely innocent.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. He means everything he tells you. “You’re perfect.”

You even blush, like you’re a stupid lovesick teenager. “Tell me,” you say.

“Anything.”

You reckon it’s self-indulgent at this point. You’re only asking to feel better about your place in his life, or rather, the place that used to be yours.

“Tell me you can’t live without me.”

He nudges his nose against yours. No hesitation. “I can’t live without you.”

Truth. You know it’s the truth.

Nonetheless… “Liar.” Your tone is soft. There’s no bite at all. You touch his face, trying to commit to memory every detail, how his soft skin feels under your touch as if it’s the last time you’ll ever get to see him like this. Maybe it is. You never got to have a last time with him, never got to know that it was ending before it already ended. You’re not thinking about the morning because you don’t want to, but the seed of anxiety is there in your belly. Your fingers trace his jawline as you say, “You lived without me. You were doing fine without me.”

His lips ghost over your cheek. “It wasn’t much of a life,” he says. “I couldn’t bear it without you.”

The thing is, you know that he’s being honest. And it should make you feel good that you affected him as much as he affected you.

But then… it keeps leading you back to that question. The question that you thought you could go the rest of your life without knowing the answer to. But for that to be possible, you needed him to stay gone, stay out of your world forever.

He shouldn’t be here, tangled up in the sheets with you and kissing you like his life depends on it. 

He shouldn’t tell you that he misses you, that he loves you. Shouldn’t tell you to please, love him too.

It’s contradictory, isn’t it? You needed to never see him again if you stood a chance of moving on with your life. You needed it and yet, all you wanted was to have him back by your side.

The tattoo catches your attention again. It feels like it’s laughing at you, mocking you.

You clench your teeth once, your eyes beginning to turn glassy. Jungkook sees it, and he’s quick to break up your train of thought. He presses his mouth to yours, shushing you with a deep kiss that makes your head spin, despite it all.

“Don’t think about it,” he mumbles against your lips, so desperate to get you to stop. As if he can sense where this could lead.

“How could I not? I don’t know who you are anymore.”

“You know me.” He holds onto your wrist, to keep your hand on his face before you can pull it away. “I’m still the same.”

“No, you’re not,” you say quietly, absentmindedly.

“Yes,” he insists. “Yes, I am.”

Maybe that’s true. Maybe you do see the person you used to know. But you only ever see him in glimpses and it always leaves you with a terrible, nauseous feeling afterward.

He doesn’t understand how much it hurts you to catch glimpses of the boy you used to love - the boy you still love - only to realize that maybe that isn’t the person he wants to be anymore. It feels like he keeps trying to kill that version of himself, like he despises the person who meant the world to you.

Are you gone forever?

Come back quietly.

“How old are you?” you ask after a moment.

The question makes him pause, his soft features twisting in confusion. He leans back a bit, so his eyes could focus on your face better.

“What?”

“How old are you?” you repeat.

It takes him another while to answer as he tries to see where you’re going with this. But when his search comes up empty, he just answers, “29.”

"I don't know who you are at 29. The last time I knew you was 24. No. You hadn't even turned 24 yet. Where was 25? 26? 27? 28? It’s unfair that you still know who I am when I don't know who you are. I feel like I never aged a day past 24. You carried on living but I'm still here."

His eyes well up once again, but this time, you can see it. The first tear spills over, lands somewhere on your collarbone. This is what you used to want, right? To see him hurting, just like how you were hurting? Well, be careful what you wish for.

No part of you feels victorious that you’re making him cry, that the score is finally being settled, because none of this undoes all of the shit you had to go through. If anything, it makes you feel even worse, like you’re still losing.

“I never moved on from us. I couldn’t move on from you,” he says, voice cracking toward the end. Your heart is doing the same thing in your chest, but you’re glad that he can’t see it. “I swear I miss you every day. I wanted you with me every day. You have no idea how much I wanted to come back to you.”

Jungkook looks so dejected, like a reflection of you these past few years. You recognize that look in his eyes. You know that sadness all too well. He was in as much pain as you were.

He loved you when he left you. He still loves you even after all this time. 

You inhale shakily. For the first time, you feel infinitely selfish for only focusing on your own misery without even stopping to give him the benefit of the doubt, to consider the possibility that maybe letting you go wasn’t something he wanted. Maybe he isn’t the antagonist that you spent years making him out to be.

There’s more to it, and you need to know.

“Then why did you leave me?”

Graduation was just shy of a month ago, and two weeks before that was Hoseok’s flight when he left you all behind.

You and Jungkook, along with Taehyung and Jimin had gone to see him off at the airport. Of course you did, you were his best of friends after all. The goodbye was full of jokes accompanied by sniffles, and tears that overflowed without permission because you all agreed that you would hold yourself together for Hoseok. Jimin was probably the one who cried the most, even though inside, you were equally sad to see your friend leave.

A part of your life was ending, and that in and of itself was depressing enough already, but you thought at least the whole group would still be together and start the next chapter by each other’s side.

Nonetheless, it wasn’t the end of the world. All of you could still make it work, even if it wasn’t the most ideal of situations. You promised to keep in touch, promised to message the group chat every day and have video calls every weekend. You were still kids, and kids tend to be optimistic like that.

What none of you could see coming was how everything would fall apart in a matter of mere weeks.

Jungkook thinks that decades from now, when he’s old and gray and helpless, he still won’t be able to forget that day.

He should’ve been more concerned when your mother contacted him out of nowhere, asking him to meet with her, asking him not to let you know where he was going.

He’d shown up half an hour early to the cafe where they were supposed to meet, just because he didn’t want to risk being late and have your mother disapprove of him even more. Not once had she expressed anything other than disdain toward your relationship, but you’d always told him it didn’t matter, that you were the only person who could decide what to do with your life, not anyone else, let alone your mother. He always believed you back then, even if deep down, he still wanted her to see that he was enough for you. Her unattainable approval still mattered to him.

Jungkook spent thirty whole minutes running on nothing but anxiety and caffeine. That was probably his first mistake, ordering a cup of coffee which only made him more nervous than he already was.

When your mother arrived, it barely took her any time at all to get right into what she came here to say. She hadn’t even bothered with a drink.

Was that how it was always going to end? Should he have seen it coming from the beginning? Was he the only one who thought it would be you and him all the way until the very end?

Maybe he was more of a hopeless romantic than he thought.

It was the way she had called him a phase that she hoped you’d grow out of. That she had let you keep this relationship for long enough, but now that you’d graduated - now that you’d be starting a life for yourself - she couldn’t sit back and watch you throw it all away for a boy who could never give you what you deserved.

It was the way she told him she didn’t want history to repeat itself. How she didn’t want to subject you to the same fate that she and your father had to suffer through. How she had left your dad because in the end, he wasn’t enough for her and you, even though you were a child and you deserved to grow up with a father and with love.

She said the same thing would happen to you and Jungkook, because you were meant for greater things and he was not meant to deserve you. She made it clear that he would always hold you back, that he would never amount to even a fraction of what you should receive in life.

“If you love her, you would let her go.”

Cliché, right? Like the kind of stuff you only ever see in movies? Well, movies have to take inspiration from somewhere.

He thought about his own mother then, and about how people could have such different ways of showing love. He believed that your mother loved you, and he still believes that. She wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of seeing him if she didn’t care about you. She wanted the best for you, and that wasn’t him.

She didn’t have to tell him to keep it a secret from you, because he wouldn’t have told you regardless. He was well aware of how strained your relationship with your mother was, and letting you know would only drive it closer to the edge. She knew he wouldn’t tell you. He loved you, and that was the one thing that she could count on.

Just sitting there in that café, Jungkook felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room, even though he was surrounded by the other patrons and their lively laughter as they chatted away. The pitiful way that your mother kept looking at him forced him to learn what it was like to feel truly worthless.

The pity in her eyes only intensified when he couldn’t even say a single word in response, couldn’t think of anything to defend himself.

Silence meant agreement, and that was what he chose. Jungkook - the naive boy that he was - stopped believing in you. He’d believed her instead.

He was just a kid, what else was he supposed to do? 

She was your own flesh and blood, and he knew nothing could ever replace that. He would rather let you hate him, resent him for the rest of your life, than let you lose your family.

That day, he lied to you for the first time ever, saying he couldn’t come over because he was tired. The sunflowers he bought for you just hours prior ended up dying on his windowsill.

He wouldn’t see you again for a few more days, then for months afterward.

July was supposed to represent a blossoming summer, but all he could remember was the dreadful promise of a winter that would inevitably come.

You call his name when he takes too long to answer. “Tell me.”

“I love you,” he merely says. His hand brushes your cheek.

You frown, despite the way the three words make your chest tingle.

“I love you,” he says it again, trying to ease the furrow between your brows.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I’m sorry.”

His voice is soft, barely even audible, but it’s this gentleness that makes his words ricochet, ringing in your ears loudly like a gun going off in the quiet of your room.

Again with the apologies.

Fuck this.

It’s hard to take it to heart when you don’t even know what he’s apologizing for.

You gave Jungkook the chance to explain himself, but if he doesn’t take it, then that’s not on you. There isn’t much else that you can do.

You swallow hard, then shove him off of you so you could get out of the bed. Your legs instantly tremble as you attempt to stand, but you soldier on as you put on your bra and underwear, then grab your dress from where it lays abandoned on the floor. You’re shaking, but it’s difficult to determine if it’s because you’re angry, or cold without his warmth nearby.

He’s quick to his feet too, rushing toward you before you could leave.

“Don’t touch me,” you hiss when he reaches for your arm. He doesn’t listen, because when has Jeon Jungkook ever fucking listened?

“Y/N, wait-”

“Wait for what?! I asked you a simple question and you can’t even answer me.”

He runs a hand over his face frustratedly, clearly torn over something. He holds your angered gaze, but the way he looks at you is much milder, gentler even if it’s equally frustrated. “I’m trying to protect you.”

You don’t know if it’s the wrong answer or not. You just know that in this moment, it irritates you to no end.

“Oh my god,” you gasp mockingly. “Someone is trying to kill me.”

“What?”

“Someone is trying to kill me. Someone is waiting outside that door right now, waiting for me to come out so they can kill me. Holy fucking shit, I’m about to be assassinated.”

“Y/N, I’m serious.”

There’s that burning sensation behind your eyes again. “And you think I’m not? What do you mean you’re trying to protect me? Protect me from what? Do you think this is a fucking k-drama? Jesus Christ,” you scoff harshly. “What do you want from me? What the actual fuck do you want?”

Jungkook aims for you again, and in an attempt to ward him off, your swinging fist inadvertently collides with his chest. The dress falls to the floor again, laying next to your feet, that useless piece of fabric.

It probably doesn’t do much damage to him, but he’s a bit startled regardless. So are you, if you’re being honest. But you do it again, and surprisingly, he lets you.

“You coward.” You shove hard at his chest, making him stumble backward. “You unbelievable asshole. You fucked me, you said you loved me, and you still can’t tell me why you left me.” 

He allows you to push him until his back is pressed against the wall. And even then, you don’t relent. Your fists continue beating against his chest as you start sobbing, spilling ‘I hate you’s in between so many expletives it could make his grandmother faint.

He might bruise in the morning.

You hope he bruises in the morning.

The least Jungkook could do is bruise for you.

You want him to curse him out for so many things - for loving you, for leaving you, for not even having the balls to tell you why he broke your heart. For coming back to remind you that you still love him. For proving that he still has you in the palm of his hands, and every twitch of his finger can make you feel like the walls are crumbling down on you.

But even as you tell him how much you hate him, you’re still thinking: Come back. I don’t want to keep losing you. Come back to me.

Because he’s the only person who can hurt you like this. When you think about him, it used to make you so depressed that you could hardly function. There’s no other way to put it to make it sound less pathetic. That’s just how it is.

You shouldn’t have agreed to this weekend, shouldn’t have been nice to him, shouldn’t have let him convince you not to think about it. You shouldn’t have opened the door for him in the first place, because there was always a part of you that knew he could get under your skin so easily just like that.

This wasn’t your second chance at holding onto him. It wasn’t a do-over. It was a re-enactment.

The years haven’t made you wiser, that much is clear.

You don’t know how long this goes on for, but at some point, you begin to wear yourself out. Your movements start to slow and the energy to violently sob leaves your body until you’re nearly collapsing. Jungkook catches you when you don’t have the strength to hold yourself up anymore. Why are you always so fucking helpless?

“You just…” Your voice gets caught at the end of a sob. This is rock bottom all over again. “You make me so sad.”

You grasp his arm weakly, feeling like your own lungs are failing you. You can’t breathe. It’s too much, too infinitely humiliating. He’s doing this to you again, and this time you have to shoulder most of the blame, because you are the one that enabled your own heartbreak for the second time.

You’re still crying, and you hate that this is the first time he’s ever seen you cry like this.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he says firmly, looking at you like he’s trying so hard not to break down alongside you. “Please, I’m so sorry.” The words come out as a whisper now. You can feel the tremble in his voice and the shake of his hands where they hold you. His big bambi eyes - the usual home of constellations - now house tears that threaten to spill onto his supple cheeks. “Please. What can I do to make you believe me?”

It’s those stupid fucking eyes. It’s your stupid fucking self.

“You need to tell me.” Your tears keep on falling no matter how much he tries to wipe them away. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“It’ll make things worse,” he tells you, his voice cracking as he does. He sounds like he means it, and maybe he does believe that whatever he’s hiding from you will only hurt you more. It almost has you caving, but you can’t do this a second time. You’re exhausted, both physically and emotionally. In the morning, you’ll think about how this is all so dramatic, the way you’re acting right now. The most k-drama-esque thing that has ever happened to you. But in the moment, you just feel like someone plunged a knife in your chest, and they keep twisting it, twisting and twisting,...

In the end, you decide that it’s a risk you’ll have to take, because nothing can be more painful than the absolute hell he’s putting you through. He’ll never understand how utterly excruciating it is to experience this kind of heartbreak.

“If you don’t tell me now, I won’t be able to survive you again.”

up next...

our beloved summer (08) ⏤ aka the JK centric chapter

all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted september 30, 2023]

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Why Hello There, Old Sport !! ^_^

emerson (or rose's) writer blog kiddie strangler intro V1! :)

about me, before writers

most importantly, starting with the name.

i am EmersonGem, or just Emerson! (or Marie)

now for regions/about me.

NOT stating age, taken, 🇯🇵🇲🇽, Atheist, 5'0. and i wish to be a doctor or surgeon, i am a artist and a editor, too

favorite music artists.

Soddiken, Cigarettes After Sex, Alex G, Cavetown, Mitski, Beabadoobee, Rio Romeo, Beach Bunny, Clario, Kero Kero Bonito, TEMPOREX, yungatita, Steve Lacy, Mr.Kitty (i dont support him) Sohodolls, Pastel Ghost, Eyedress, Marina, Toby Fox, Weezer, LUCI4, Odetari, Tally Hall, Lemon Demon, Bo Burnham, merrliee, Kikuo, SEGA SOUND TEAM, The Living Tombstone, Graham Kartna, Oliver Buckland, Fishcracks, Zkevin, Metaroom, Tupperwave, Tv Girl, Vacations, Salvia Path, Datfootdive, Goreshit (i don't support him)

and now, fandoms.

DSAF, dialtown, FNAF, deltarune, undertale, sonic the hedgehog (all games and comics), sonic.exe, JJK, homestuck, ranfren (i don't support the creator), little witch academia, mystic maze, days union, Soddiken song meanings, Deltarune: Chapter Rewritten, CRK, CR: OB, Phighting, TF2, Murder Drones, Regretevtor, cry of fear, sugary spire, pizza tower, cuphead, BATIM, vocaloid, valorant, south park and hellpark, overwatch, underverse, Laws Of Talos, Endzone, HJFONE, BFDI, BFB, TPOT, Eddsworld, and lastly mad father!

comfort characters.

matt virginia, dave miller, jack kennedy, steven stevenson, peter kennedy, roger jones, Uzi Doorman, Scout/Jeremy, Spamton G. Spamton, Jevil, Scampton The Great, Phone Guy, C.C (crying child) The Chimbley Sweep, Karl, Climber, Steffi, Tom, and lastly Boombox!

now, time for writers!

what i will write:

fluff, normal, yandere, platonic, doomed, angst !! :3 (and X reader, i can try to make slightly suggestive..)

what i won't write:

incest, problematic stuff

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In wenigen Fällen könne die Reparatur nach einem Flüssigkeitsschaden sogar unter die Garantieleistungen fallen, sagt Lisa Högden. Ob das der Fall ist, könne am besten ein Fachgeschäft entscheiden, ergänzt Technikexperte Stefan Ebelt.Bestimmte Notebook-Akkus der Firma Toshiba können unter Umständen überhitzen. Es besteht die Gefahr von Verbrennungen oder Bränden. Das Unternehmen tauscht betroffene Akkus kostenlos aus.Es handelt sich um bestimmte Akkus, die zwischen Juni 2011 und November 2015 ausgeliefert worden sind. Betroffen sind laut dem Unternehmen mehrere Modellreihen für Business-Kunden und Privatanwender. Die defekten Akkus seien in diesem Zeitraum aber auch als Zubehör verkauft oder als Austausch-Akku bei einer Reparatur eingesetzt worden.

Ist Ihr Akku von dem Toshiba-Rückruf betroffen? Kunden können ihren Akku-Status mithilfe einer Software oder direkt auf einer Internetseite prüfen (Links am Ende des Artikels). Betroffene Batterien müssen Toshiba zufolge unverzüglich bei ausgeschaltetem Rechner entfernt werden. Anschließend sollte das Notebook nur noch per Netzteil mit Strom versorgt werden, bis der neue Akku geliefert worden ist.

Zum Preis von nur 249 Euro bietet Lidl ab dem 25. Januar ein Ultrabook von Trekstor an. Das Primebook P14 bietet laut Beschreibung einen "leistungsstarken Intel Celeron N3350" und "4 GB Arbeitsspeicher". Wir checken die Komponenten und klären, ob Lidl seinen vollmundigen Versprechungen gerecht wird. Ab dem 25. Januar bietet der Lebensmittel-Discounter Lidl das Trekstor Primebook P14 in seinen Filialen an. Laut Lidl soll ein "leistungsstarker Intel Celeron N3350 mit bis zu 2,4 GHz Maximaltaktung" im Inneren werkeln. Dass der Prozessor verbaut ist, glauben wir gern - das Wörtchen "leistungsstark" hätten sich Lidl und Trekstor aber auch gut sparen können. Der Celeron ist für Low-End-Notebooks gedacht und bietet bestenfalls Office-Performance, die allerdings auch Tablet- und Smartphone-SoCs hinbekommen. Ergo: Mit Leistung hat das CPU-Modell wirklich nichts am Hut.

Zur weiteren Ausstattung gehören 4 GByte Arbeitsspeicher - mittlerweile das absolute Minimum, was ein Rechner benötigt. Den Vogel schießt aber der 64 GByte große Flashspeicher ab, der mit einer vollwertigen Windows-10-Installation eine denkbar schlechte Konfiguration abgibt. Windows 10 belegt davon schon allein 10 bis 12 GByte Speicherplatz. Wer also die klassischen Produktiv-Anwendungen wie Office, Photoshop und Co. installieren will, wird schnell an die Grenze stoßen. Dass man den Speicher per M.2-SSD oder MicroSD-Karte erweitern kann, ist hier nur ein schwacher Trost, zumal ein solches Upgrade mit Mehrkosten verbunden ist und - gerade bei der SSD - auch etwas Bastel-Erfahrung erfordert. Zwei positive Aspekte konnten wir aber ausmachen: Das 14,1-Zoll-Display löst mit 1.920 x 1.080 Pixel auf - bietet also Full-HD. Außerdem ist der USB-3.1-Anschluss modern und zukunftssicher.

Unsere Alternative zum Lidl-Notebook ist auf den ersten Blick unkonventionell: Das Chuwi Lapbook Air 14.1 ist ein Modell, das direkt aus China stammt und kein Logo eines bekannten Herstellers trägt. Allerdings bietet Chuwi eine brauchbare Ausstattung (Quad-Core-Celeron, 8GB RAM, 128GB SSD), ein robustes Gehäuse und auch ein gutes Display mit Full-HD-Auflösung zu einem fairen Preis ab 310 Euro (zum Preisvergleich bei BestCheck) an. Von der Qualität dieses Modells konnten wir uns zudem schon überzeugen. Unter dem Strich landet das Chuwi Lapbook Air 14.1 auf einem guten 5. Platz in unserer Bestenliste der Notebooks unter 500 Euro - ein beachtliches Ergebnis. Dass Handy- und Laptop-Akkus mit den Jahren immer mehr an Leistung einbüßen, ist schon lange kein Geheimnis mehr. Von diesem Effekt bleiben aber auch Elektro-Autos trotz intelligenter Batterie-Steuerung nicht verschont. Der ADAC hat im Langzeittest festgestellt, wie schlimm die Akku-Alterung wirklich ist. Nissan Leaf: Elektro-Reichweite nach fünf Jahren nur noch bei 90 Kilometern

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Fünf Jahre lang schickte der ADAC den Nissan Leaf der ersten Generation über 80.000 Kilometer weit, um die Auswirkungen auf den Stromer zu beobachten. Technisch war das Auto weiterhin in gutem Zustand, nur der Akku litt spürbar unter der regelmäßigen Nutzung. "Waren anfangs noch Fahrten von bis zu 113 Kilometern ohne Nachladen auf der Straße möglich, schrumpfte die tatsächliche Reichweite am Ende des Tests auf knapp 90 Kilometer", so die ADAC-Tester. Das bestätigt auch die Labormessung: Zu Beginn der Untersuchung kam der Nissan 105 Kilometer weit, jetzt ist nach 93 Kilometern Schluss. Der Kapazitätsverlust der Batterie liegt damit bei knapp 11 Prozent. Die kontinuierliche Schwächung der Lithium-Ionen-Batterien im Nissan Leaf ist allerdings keine große Überraschung. Der Akku altert mit jedem Laden und Entladen (zyklische Alterung) und verliert sogar an Speicherfähigkeit, wenn die Batterie nicht genutzt wird (kalendarische Alterung). Laut des ADAC wurde der Akku des Test-Fahrzeugs in den fünf Jahren über 1.450 Mal geladen, also 290 Mal im Jahr. Die gemessene Kapazitäteinbuße sei dafür normal, so die Tester.

Doch nicht nur beim Nissan Leaf schwindet die Reichweite mit den Jahren. Auch beim Opel Ampera-E wird auf einen möglichen Leistungsverlust von 10 bis 40 Prozent hingewiesen. Als Absicherung für den Fahrer bietet Opel eine Garantie von acht Jahren beziehungsweise 160.000 Kilometer. Eine solche Kapazitätszusicherung gibt es bei Nissan ebenfalls: Für die erste Generation des Elektro-Autos waren es fünf Jahre beziehungsweise 100.000 Kilometer - und für den aktuellen Stromer entsprechen die Bedingungen denen von Opel. Auch andere Hersteller haben das Problem erkannt und gewähren bestimmte Garantien. Allerdings sind in den meisten Vertragsbedingungen ausdrücklich gewisse Kapazitätsverluste erwähnt, für die es keinen Ersatz gibt. "Kriterium dafür ist das Unterschreiten von neun der zwölf Segmente der Batteriestatusanzeige im Armaturendisplay", erklärt der ADAC am Beispiel des alten Leaf.

Damit Sie am Ende nicht auf der Straße stehen bleiben, empfehlen die Tester, beim Elektroauto eine "Reichweitenreserve" von einem Drittel einzuplanen. So sei der Weg zur Arbeit auch nach Jahren noch sicher zu schaffen. Weitere Informationen zu den Testergebnissen des ADAC und dem Memory-Effekt bei Elektroautos finden Sie bei unseren Kollegen von Focus Online. Die USA werden die Mitnahme von Laptops auf Flügen aus Europa vorerst nicht verbieten. Die Fluggesellschaften müssten aber strengere Sicherheitsvorkehrungen umsetzen, teilte der US-Minister für Heimatschutz, John Kelly, mit. Unter anderem erwartet das Heimatschutzministerium erweiterte Scans aller elektronischen Geräte, die größer sind als ein Smartphone. Dazu gehören etwa Laptops, Tablet-Computer, E-Book-Reader oder Kameras. Außerdem wolle die Behörde Passagiere genauer prüfen und mehr Sprengstoffspürhunde einsetzen.

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Aus Sicherheitsgründen werde das Ministerium bei der Ankündigung der Maßnahmen nicht ins Detail gehen. "Die neuen Maßnahmen werden sichtbar und unsichtbar sein", sagte ein Sprecher des Heimatschutzministeriums. Die USA hätten bis zuletzt ein generelles Laptop-Verbot erwogen, sagte der Ministeriumssprecher. "Was wir nach einer Reihe von Gesprächen mit internationalen Vertretern jetzt tun, hat das selbe Resultat, ohne aber Laptops generell zu verbieten." Hintergrund sind angebliche Erkenntnisse von US-Terrorexperten, wonach Terrororganisationen Sprengsätze in Laptops und anderen elektronischen Geräten verbergen können. Der Guardian hatte von einem Anschlagsplan berichtet, der vorsah, eine Sprengladung in der Hülle eines funktionstüchtigen iPads zu deponieren. Dieses sollte in die Kabine gebracht und an einer empfindlichen Stelle platziert werden. Experten zufolge ist Sprengstoff vom Computerakku nur schwer zu unterscheiden.

Passagiere auf Direktflügen aus Amman, Kuwait-Stadt, Kairo, Istanbul, Dschidda, Riad, Casablanca, Doha, Dubai und Abu Dhabi in die USA durften seit März Laptops nicht mit in die Kabine nehmen, aber weiterhin im Aufgabegepäck transportieren. Übernehmen diese Flughäfen die neuen Sicherheitsregeln, könnte das Verbot aufgehoben werden, teilte Kelly mit. Der Leiter der Geschäftsreisen-Vereinigung Global Business Travel Association, Michael W. McCormick, erklärte, die Flughäfen müssten innerhalb von drei Wochen verbesserte Technologie zur Sprengstofferkennung einsetzen und innerhalb von sechs Monaten unter anderem zusätzliche Sicherheitsvorkehrungen wie Suchhunde einsetzen.

[hugemilkshake]

The dragons reacting to Y/N Cookie with the Pale Ailment...

Mystic Flour Cookie will be on the Dragons hit list on this one 👀

Enjoy the milkshake! If I had a nickel for every time someone requested a sick reader x the dragons I’d have 3 nickels. Which isn’t a lot buts it’s weird that it happened three times

The Dragons with a Pale Ailment reader

-platonic or romantic-

Most of the dragons would have similar reactions, they’d be worried and if they knew that it was Mystic Flour then the witch hunt would start.

For example, Pitaya would prioritize revenge. You were suffering from some apathetic monster! They had to do something!

Ananas would be more worried about you getting the proper nutrients and food. Your weak due to this so you need to have energy.

Lotus would try to help you get better. They know some really great herb specialists and healers so you should be getting better soon! …right?

Lychee is smothering you with affection. They’re worried that you won’t wake up tomorrow! They just want to spend as much time with you as possible!

Longan as also pretty apathetic but they have a soft spot for you. They would just let you lay down and rest as they pet your head. But don’t be fooled. They are a ticking time bomb.

[hugemilkshake]

Can you do headcanons of the Dragons reactions to the information of Longan being beaten by Y/N Dragon. A dragon that was thought to be very weak because they care a lot for their cookie subjects in their kingdom, known as a pacifist, and small

Hope you enjoy your milkshake! Now I was actually really happy when I got this request because the dragons are honestly girly pop ✨

Beaten Longan Dragon + other dragons headcannon

-platonic or enemies scenario-

When all the dragons gathered they could sense that something was wrong, so they automatically assumed that they were going to get chewed out

But when Longan Dragon came in with scratches, bruises and burns they were all confused

Did Longan fight someone??

Well yes they did actually

Longan told the group that the small, cookie loving dragon in the desert bested them when Longan tried to get them in the plan to erase all cookie kind

All the dragons had different reactions

Pitaya Dragon was trying not to laugh at this, and out of all the dragons Pitaya was the one to consider visiting the desert dragon

I mean the desert dragon would probably adore Snap Dragon since they both shared the similarities with liking cookies and who knows maybe the desert dragon could spar with them!

Now Ananas Dragon was the opposite of Pitaya Dragon, Ananas was confused, how was a dragon so small able to beat one of the strongest, if not the strongest dragon in all of EarthBread????

“…that’s wild dude..” that’s probably what Ananas Dragon said, but Ananas probably wished they saw it

Lotus Dragon was kinda disappointed that Longan was bested by such a small dragon

But Lotus does want to see how strong the desert dragon actually is

Lychee Dragon was absolutely laughing at Longan because how can they get bested by a small, weak, insignificant dragon??

And the thing was Lychee was not chewed out by Longan for laughing! That was definitely a plus

Longan Dragon didn’t know how to feel… angry? Disappointed? Impressed? They didn’t know how to feel…

But none the less Longan was definitely frustrated that they didn’t get you in on their plan

They might have to try again

Here’s a doodle I did

[hugemilkshake]

Hello I'd like to request a dragon(separate) X Gender Neutral Reader.

So reader has this sickness I made up Fatigue Dough Syndrome,where a cookie is not baked properly.So basically side affects is that they are tired constantly,and very weak,there frosting is always melting and they keep crumbling.

Enjoy the milkshake! Tbh this sounds like a very interesting sickness, crk needs more stuff like it

The dragons x sick reader

-platonic or romantic-

Pitaya Dragon

Pitaya probably needs to have this explained to them since they don’t understand sickness

But if you melt a lot, pitaya isn’t the best to be with since the dragon’s valley is very hot and the landscape isn’t very nice to travel on

So Pitaya isn’t the best dragon to hang around if you have Fatigued Dough Syndrome

Ananas Dragon

Ananas is slightly more understanding of sickness but probably needs some more explaining

But the weather of the tropical soda islands might be better for you, but the land scape isn’t the best since there are lots of roots you can trip on and that will cause issues

But Ananas will try for you

Lotus Dragon

Lotus is probably the best dragon to be with tbh

Lotus spends time around cookies so they are aware of many sickness

The weather is cool and the landscape is pretty nice (if you don’t go out of town/the palace)

Lotus will let you rest on them and will always be patient with you

Lychee Dragon

Lychee will straight up give you over to the Rumbutan tribe. Nothing else. You won’t be able to keep up with them

Longan Dragon

Longan won’t care. If your miserable then they might turn you into stone

[hugemilkshake]

Funny idea

Dragons x Bad Luck Reader like everything goes wrong for them and never really had anybody but themselves because again

Reader is Bad Luck

Enjoy the milkshake! Y’all love the dragons

Unlucky much?

-platonic or romantic. It’s more platonic tho-

To a dragon, luck is a concept. A concept they don’t buy… that was until they met you. They have never seen such bad luck before that is honestly baffling

Pitaya Dragon

You met The Red Dragon by them finding you stuck in some rocks after you had tripped

Honestly it seemed like you were just clumsy at first but after five minutes of talking to you, the saw it was clear that the world just didn’t like you

It was actually kinda sad to see

Pitaya did pity you so they offered to get you a drink at Dragon City

Ananas Dragon

Ananas had heard of your poor luck from Mango Cookie and kinda didn’t believe it until they saw it

You had been caught in a fishing net the locals used and Ananas happened to come across you.

It was embarrassing to get freed by the dragon but then instantly fall into another net.

Lotus Dragon

You came to Lotus begging to get some better luck in your life.

And you had so many cuts and bruises and each reason for why you had it was stupidity believable

So safe to say you got pity from Lotus

Lychee Dragon

Lychee finds it hilarious that you have such bad luck

They watch and Laugh at your misfortune

Longan Dragon

You are not allowed anywhere near Longan

You will mess everything up so stay away

[hugemilkshake]

Langue de Chat x Reader where the Reader is a more experienced lawyer than Langue.. rivals to lovers. Basically..

Enjoy the milkshake! Honestly I’ve been asking for someone to ask for some enemies/rivals to lovers thing so thank you anon

Im Better than you!

-turns romantic-

(I want everyone to know that I have little to no clue how the legal system works so don’t use me as legal advice)

You saw rookies pop up in lots of minor court cases and none ever stood out, they were just out of school trying to get used to real court case which you can understand. Now often times you win the cases due to being pretty experienced since you graduated law school a few years ago and have taken many cases, big and small.

But out of all your cases you’d never expect to see a rookie take a serious case and put up a fight as well!

The case you were working on was a case on some serious identity fraud that had affected the pop singer Shining Glitter Cookie. You were on the prosecution side, making sure that Shining Glitter got compensation for this and that the thief got the maximum sentence.

But you were honestly shocked to find out that you defendants lawyer was practically fresh out of law school! And you know it’s unprofessional to gossip about cases but you had to talk to someone about the rookie!

You talked to this to Cappuccino Cookie who was like your mentor, when you finished complaining Cappuccino Cookie nodded.

“I’ve gone against Langue de Chat Cookie in a case before… while yes, he’s a rookie, he is quite a skilled lawyer. Even I was surprised when he came into the case with such strong arguments, so don’t underestimate him.”

Once the two of you met, some sort of rivalry started because Langue de Chat was just as good, maybe even a better lawyer than you were!

The two of you stayed professional in the court room but would glare at each other and be a bit smug when one had better argument’s, but you still were professional. But once you were on your own free time it was on sight.

The two of you would argue a lot and mock each other a lot. You’d say things like “poor little rookie” and Langue de Chat would reply “stuck up law student” it was like your nicknames to each other

You both thought that this rivalry would end after the Shinning Glitter court case came to a final result. Now you did win the case which gave you a reason to rub it in Langue de Chats face for one last time.

It wasn’t long until you ran into each other at a smaller-less serious case. That only further fueled your rivalry.

It was like you were in a cycle. You take a new court case, see each other, you mock each other, one of you wins and brags, case over.

But over the cycle you unknowingly started to look forward to seeing Langue de Chat and he reciprocated those feelings. And the banter was less mean spirited and more friendly but you thought you hated him

But the real nail in the coffin was when you had just finished talking to Langue de Chat. You were just thinking about how much you hated his dorky smile… his voice… the confidence he had during trials… his kindness- oh.

Oh no.

You felt yourself starting to blush. You couldn’t help but realize that you had fallen in love with your rival…

How could this happen..?

[hugemilkshake]

Enjoy the milkshake! Ngl I thought you were talking about crowberry cookie- I'm not big with ob lore

Also just accidentally posted this when it was still a draft so I have to rewrite it

Arrows on deaf ears

-angst-

!TW! This has my poor attempt at writing angst and injury’s under the cut

Three cookies were running from an onslaught of dark arrows, these three were carrying one bigger cookie, it was quite difficult to carry them for the three Cookiemals since they were critter sized.

“… We have to get out of here..! Y/N Cookie is not responding to us..!” Squealed the Fox. The lion quickly responded “Is this why Windcatcher wanted us to follow it? Was it because Wind Archer attacked Y/N Cookie?” “Probably! Quick let’s hide in here!” The Red Panda quickly led the group into a ditch as an arrow embedded itself into some trees.

“..I think we lost him… but we should keep moving incase he comes back…” the other two Cookiemals agreed since they were worried for their friend.

……..

You rubbed your head and felt some weird feeling bandages on your head, and opening your eyes you saw the Cookiemals and a cookie you never seen before…

“Y/N Cookie! You’re okay!” “…Thank goodness…” “This is Curro Cookie! He helped us heal you!” You looked at the cookie who you assumed was Curro Cookie. He was quite tall and seemed to look like a protector of sorts.

“Your Y/N Cookie right?” You nod “Well, you had some sort of head injury. You should be lucky that these… critters found you, and you should be even more lucky to have stumbled on me… even if you are trespassing,.. you should be lucky. Now tell me how did you get injured?” Curro Cookie questioned you and seemed to not trust you that much which is sad but oh well what can you do?

You look at the ground and try to rack your brain for answers. It didn’t help that you had four pairs of eyes looking at you, all expecting an explanation for your injury.

You took a deep breath as the encounter came back to you.

……

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..

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The sun shone on the river and rocks as you waited expectantly for your beloved Wind Archer to arrive. It had become a habit for the two of you to meet up at this river bank to do things that Wind Archer would miss out on if he didn’t know a mortal

But today was different… the tree that rested in the center of the bank was a lavender instead of the sage green it usually was… and it just felt colder…

You skipped rocks as you waited… but you heard a thump behind you and a shadow loom over you. It sounded like a bird landing on the ground except it was much louder… like it was a giant bird…. Or someone with wings… the feathers supported that…

Turning around your met with a blindfold Wind Archer… he looked darker… literally… his vibrant green was now a darkened purple. You felt the air get colder and more tenses

“Wind Archer..? Is that you…? What happened…? You look like a raven…” you spoke in a whisper, afraid of what has happened to your beloved Wind Archer…

“You seem to be unaffected by the darkness.” Wind Archer looked down at you- to the best of his ability at least

“I cannot allow that.”

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You were running. Arrows have been flying at you for what seems like forever… you’re exhausted… thankfully you were able to spot Windcatcher and tell it to go get help since this was not normal.

You felt an arrow fly past your he was and before you could even turn around to look at your perpetrator, you hit a low hanging branch hard enough to make you unconscious.

Wind Archer flew down and landed softly. He felt guilty for causing your downfall. But you couldn’t see. You couldn’t see that the darkness was much nicer to those who didn’t see it as an enemy.

He scooped you up and flew back to the tree the two of you first met at. Once you wake up, you’ll be fine… you’ll trust him right…?

He didn’t what you to get hurt, but you didn’t understand what he saw in the darkness.

[hugemilkshake]

Enjoy the milkshake! I’d love to write more stuff like this with less noticed characters from games like ob, witches castle and ToA

Dreams of a Dreamer

-platonic-

!Small TW! Memory erasing and slight spoilers for the A Dreamlike Winter Wonder

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Dreams. Everyone had them, wether it be an aspiration or something that occurs to you in your sleep, we all have dreams.

You had many dreams, some you held close to you. But in the recent years you started to wonder and dream about an odd phenomenon…

When cookies woke of from nightmares and occasionally certain dreams, cookies will claim they have seen an abundance of golden powder.

You can attest for this, you’ve seen the golden powder trails plenty of times, but what did it mean? You started to call it the golden phenomenon.

You’ve talked to several cookies about this and most say the same thing. Golden powder trails that lead to them waking up or them having a dream go to a nightmare.

You almost gave up hope on trying to figure out what this dream was. But that would change. One night you had decided to get some sleep after spending several sleepless nights trying to figure out how this phenomenon worked.

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You opened your eyes, you saw something that wasn’t like your usual dreams… golden and silver orbs floated around, golden dust created pathways and pastel clouds practically coated the ground.

It was… dreamlike… It was just what you wanted to learn about!

You walked around, it was an odd feeling, the cool yet plush feeling of the clouds and the slight tingling feeling of the dust.

You spotted one of the orbs floated downwards towards you, you reached out to touch it, the glow of the orb shining brighter as your hand got closer

“Don’t touch that!” Right as you were about to make contact, a hand batted you away. You recoiled your hand in surprise.

You looked up and saw a cookie floating and clutching the golden orb away from you. They had a sleeping cap and a floaty cloak.

You wanted to say something before the cookie glared at you. “You shouldn’t be here! How did you get here?” The cookie leaned towards you, looking at you with a slightly judgmental glare

“I’m Y/N Cookie…” you said, you were in awe from this cookie. You quickly shook the awe away to question this cookie. “Better question is, who are you and what is this place?”

The cookie glared at you and let the orb they were holding float back up. “For your information, I am Dreamweaver Cookie and you are trespassing into MY dreamlight gallery”

You were intrigued. Was this who caused the golden phenomenon? If so… why? You needed to learn. You spent countless sleepless nights trying to learn about this, you weren’t going to waste this opportunity.

“What are these orbs?” You reached out to touch one before you changed your mind and recoiled away from it. Dreamweaver Cookie tilted their before responding.

“They are cookies dreams, I’m surprised you are actually curious about this.” They floated downwards and leaned closer to you

“You know… you dream quite a lot Y/N Cookie, it’s honestly impressive” they grin at you, it gave you an odd sense peace.

“So… are you the keeper of dreams?” “I’m something like that, but I’m more of a dream guide” they leaned back like they were resting on a couch, their arms behind their head.

“So let me get this straight… you, Dreamweaver Cookie are a keeper of dreams and or a dream guide, and these orbs are cookies dreams… does the golden powder aid you in guiding cookies in dreams” you said as you scooped up some of the shining powder and let it fall from your hands like sand

Dreamweaver Cookies eyes lit up as they practically zoomed over to you, bringing you two face to face again. “Yes! You got the basic concept pretty on point!”

You let out a soft laugh, you basically just solved the golden phenomenon, you were hyped! But you stomach dropped when you heard Dreamweaver Cookie speak again..

“It’s quite a shame that I can’t allow you to remember any of this… it would’ve been nice to have someone to talk to about my work” they said with a casual sigh

“…what do you mean..?” “I can’t have you blabbering about this! It could have some very serious consequences if cookies found out about this it would surely cause havoc, and I can’t allow that to happen now can I? But don’t worry! It won’t hurt a bit”

Dreamweaver Cookie reached out to touch your forehead but you swatted their hand away, causing Dreamweaver to recoil.

“No! I can’t let you take this away from me! I spent too long trying to learn about this and I won’t let all that wasted time go waste!” You cried out. You were desperate to keep your memories, you worked to hard to lose it all.

Dreamweaver looked at you before sighing and gently grabbing your wrists, they had an understanding yet slightly annoyed look on their face.

“I told you that this could cause issues if I let you remember this, but hey, I’ll erase any memories even close to this, so you won’t even know you tried to learn about this!”

You started to feel drowsy, your mind becoming blurry. You didn’t want to forget, you didn’t want to forget, You didn’t want to forget, You didn’t want to forget, YOU DIDNT WANT TO FORGET!-

You woke up. What did you dream about? You can’t remember, but you felt refreshed after days of sleepless nights. Maybe you would go see some friends today, you can’t remember the last time you saw them.

[hugemilkshake]

Give me more.. NORE STRING GUMMY COOKIE GLUGFY SHOTS GIVEE MEEE MORRRRREEEE 👹👹👹👹

Enjoy the milkshake! I have a theory that I will accept as cannon and that is all the cr games are just separate timelines, which explains gingerbrave existence in all of them and the similarities yet major differences in them

Burnt pancakes

-Romantic or platonic-

Your blissful rest was disrupted. Not by a nightmare but by a burning smell… there was not any smoke from the hallway so your home was not on fire yet…

You got up and stretched, as you were, you heard grumbling and the sizzling of a pan. It peaked your curiosity. Who was in your kitchen? The only cookie who comes around is String Gummy and he NEVER is here in the mornings.

But low and behold, there he was, cooking something that, not even you could describe. It looked SEVERELY burnt. But from context clues, you could tell that it might be pancakes.

“Uh whatcha cooking bud?” You said, keeping a reasonably fair distance from the burnt and butchered pancake pan.

String Gummy turned to you, looking stoic as ever. “I know you have work, I do too and if gets tiring. I wanted to make sure you had energy to do your job today.” He said with a straight face.

It was a sweet gesture but this man cannot cook. You ended up telling him that what he had was burnt and showed him how to properly make a pancake.