#reader x rye cookie

[amphibiahawks321]

Rye cookie : My, didn't know they were a sweet cookie around these areas nowadays~

CookieM!Reader blushing : ......

CookieM!Reader blushing : Okay are you just gonna sit there and flirt or are you actually gonna help catch this burglar...

[Shows Both of them in a saloon sitting at a table with Rye cookie holding onto her head and staring at Y/N at her side]

[brittle-doughie]

Now that all the desserted cookies are revealed, I’ve got an idea

What if the final prize was Y/N Cookie? Like after a certain amount of challenge, the final challenge involves basically trying to woo Y/N cookie and whoever gets Y/N Cookie’s interest, Gets another million gems AND a private date with Y/N Cookie where no one can disturb them, probably a week in a private island with them.

I can imagine the constestants fighting tooth and nail to win their heart and sabotaging each other while Y/N cookie is just

“Y’know, I’m just glad to be here, its seems like fun!”

It would be the ultimate betrayal to the fellow CoD member to see Red Velvet want to win all by his lonesome. You and Chiffon getting along only MOTIVATED him to try his damnest. Your giving nature of being a friend to everyone, even his cake hounds, was a total score in his eyes. Sorry fellow cookies of darkness, but Red Velvet is GETTING that date and you WILL love him and his cake hounds!

Chili Pepper will be frank, she was always envious of how close and warm you were with Caramel Arrow Cookie. It never failed to put her in a bad mood for a while, as she gave a mean stare at the First Watcher. Hence why she took the opportunity during a scuffle to sneak up on the bow user, ready to bring her down to both satisfy her grievances with Caramel Arrow..as well as possibly getting her out of the way of that date with you…

That is, if Rye Cookie doesn’t intercept Chili Pepper Cookie first. She never believed for one second that Chili Pepper was being genuine with anything she does or says. She could have nefarious plans with you that could get you hurt or put you in danger, which is something Rye Cookie will not allow. She’ll be the one to win this competition to protect you from Chili and all these other sinister cookies that want to get to you….the date is just a bonus. Seriously. That’s all it is to her. Definitely. Is her hair looking nice enough? Is she looking approachable? Are cowgirl bounty hunters your thing? Just asking…

[popswirly]

Currently writing a Rye and Reader-centered story. Western vibe just seemed fun to experiment. Give it a shot, don't, this is gonna be fun!

[lovesickletters]

Pansy, Honeysuckle, and Primrose for yandere Rye Cookie?

❀Rye Cookie❀

Honeysuckle - Would this yandere prefer to “tie-down” their darling through marriage or having/adopting kids? 

Rye lives a life on the move, and it would be harder to tie anything down and still keep an eye on you when she’s constantly on the hunt for criminals. If she desperately wanted to keep you obliged and obedient to her she’d likely be able to find some way to frame you for some crime, and then manipulate the system and her connections to the law to have you legally placed under her watchful eye as penance. However if you were easier to hold under her thumb from afar she would be less than opposed to keeping her little spouse captive somewhere in the middle of the desert with a kid or two to stop you attempting to escape. Not that she wouldn’t recapture you immediately if you did.

Pansy - What was it that ultimately sparked their obsession? 

Perhaps you were the first pretty little thing to catch her attention in some boring, remote town, a lovely desert flower she was dying to pluck for herself. And when she stumbles upon you much later once more, this time at the mercy of a bandit holding you hostage, she can hardly be blamed for thinking you look so tempting bound and gagged. Of course she’d much rather it be herself whose shoulder you were tossed over, but that could be easily remedied by dispatching the criminal with ease and taking you for herself. Who knows, maybe she’ll keep you instead of the bounty prize, and everyone else would be none the wiser.

Primrose - In the yandere’s ideal world, what would their relationship with their darling be like? 

A life spent bounty-hunting 24/7 can be more than tiring and frustrating at times, and at times she’d like nothing more than a comfortable home to go back to and a willing darling waiting to take her jacket and cuddle with by a roaring fire. Captive or not you’d eventually mellow out with time and warm up to her a little, she just needs to be firm about it with you. But if you attempt escaping she might entertain your hopes for a moment to play with your silly attempts, letting you get so close to freedom before snatching you up at the last second and making you sit in her lap as she horserides the both of you back home

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

Can you please possibly do Rye Cookie with an autistic S/O?

Sure of course! Also happy birthday bestie! Hope you have a fun day :)

Rye Cookie With An Autistic S/O

•You only met Rye when she was doing her duties in the valley

•But you were nervous about meeting her because she was the law and you were a normal citizen

•But when accidentally hurt yourself, she was there by your side

•You were shaking but twirl your fingers as you thank her

•So during the months, you guys are now dating

•Rye gave you your favorite dessert and it made you flap your wrists with excitement

•When your stress out, you have a melt down or you break down crying. You get stress easily these days

•You teach Rye about what you we’re learning which was biology and it interested her

•Lastly by the end of the day, you two are in each other’s arms and cuddling together

[maestromelancholy]

How’s this, if you want to!

Rye Cookie x Bandit Reader. Rye Cookie has always managed to catch her prey in the end, but this particular bandit, Reader, always seems to be out of her reach and one step ahead of her.

It gets to the point where Reader plagues her head and they’re all she thinks about

The Hunter and her Prey

Rye had just returned from hunting down a bounty target, and was just drinking in the saloon when she started to hear murmurs and rumors, about a bandit that had picked the wheat silo clean of it's contents.

Rye thought it could have been chili, but she remembers that when chili joined brave's gang she hasn't caused any problems here since.

She would soon be met by the silo owner, and she was told to "dispose" whoever robbed him and would be paid well for it.

Soon after their meeting Rye would start looking for you.

This would take a couple days of searching for any leads before she finally found you, in the midst of robbing a bank.

When she confronted you, it was a stare down between a hunter and her prey, nobody did anything waiting for the other side to make a move.

It was then you started to run to the back of the bank Rye being hot on your trail, she would shoot her wholegrain calibers at you, just barely being able to hit you as you dodge her shots.

She would lose you as you run through an alley, following closely behind you she would chase you in there, but she didn't see you there anymore, instead she sees multiple walls and exits where you could have possibly gone through to escape her, and you did.

Her next few encounters with you was like a game of cat and mouse, you would attract her attention by doing a crime and you would just escape her grasp by the skin of your teeth.

Rye had encountered you a total of 6 times and all of those you escaped and outsmarted her, this embarrassed her as nobody is able to escape her this many times before.

Rye couldn't think straight as the days went by you still being on the loose, she wasn't even doing it for the money anymore, she was doing it to finally catch you as you plagued her mind constantly.

It was another similar encounter with you, she found you in the midst of robbing the same bank she first saw you at, she immediately started the chase making you run quickly as she would usually make an big entrance before starting her chase.

The chase would last some time, it evolved into you desperately trying to dodge her shots that were aiming for your leg

When you turned the corner in an alley and she followed closely, her leg was suddenly pulled up high and rope tied up her arms, she ran into one of your traps again

You would look back at her with a smug look as she struggle to remove the ropes, you would usually just call your sugar horse and get away, but you were bold this time.

You would walk up to Rye, and start talking to her like an old friend, but when you got a proper look at her face, you would see that had an odd look like she was constantly thinking of something, or someone.

You talked to her for a few minutes, before walking away from her, since that trap isn't gonna hold forever and you didn't want to close when it does break.

You would get on your sugar horse but before you could get away, you hear a click from behind you.

Turning around, you could see Rye standing behind you pointing her wholegrain caliber at you.

She finally caught you...

The end...

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A/N: Same with this one, I kinda rushed the end as this was sitting in my drafts for a couple of weeks I think, and i wanted to finish this and my Kikimora works today, as a sorry for disappearing for no reason

[kalopses-sonderes]

Hi! ^^ I would like to make a request to CRK Self Aware x child Baker

Here is a mini scenario: While the baker was sleeping, cookies came out of his phone (in the baker's world they are people if you don't mind ^^) Gingerbrave, Chili Pepper Cookie, Wizard Cookie, Strawberry Cookie, Custard Cookie stole it.

Sorry for the bad script, I'm not very good at it. 😅

Have a nice day/evening! Take care of yourself and your health ^^ 💌💋💕💓💓💓💗❣️💓💓💓💕💕💓❣️❣️❣️💟💗💗💟💞💞💘💝💜❣️💗💗❣️❣️💟💟💟💟💟💟❣️❣️❣️❣️💞💞💘💝💝💘💞💌💌💌💖❤️❤️💮🌸🌸🌷🌷🌺💓💓💓💓💓💓💕💋💋💋💋💕💕💕

YAHH

Very smol kinda crack fic

Just Imagine, reader came home from a long day of school. The long classes, a stack of homework that would make a Victorian child spontaneously combust, and the back pain from their book bag. Once they finally get into their room, they toss their backpack in the corner, kicking off their shoes in different directions before hopping into their bed with a sigh of relief. They pull their phone out, opening Cookie Run Kingdom. They admire their beautiful kingdom, they spent hours making it look pleasing to the eye and obtaining all the cookies. They continue to play for hours into the night, till they pass out. The game is still open in their hands. After a few hours they wake up to familiar voices speaking in quiet murmurs. The only words they could make out were “baker”, “their grace”, and “their divinity”. They slowly open their eyes, trying to focus on the tall people sitting on their bed and standing around their room staring at them. Their eyes focus on people that look like Pure Vanilla, then Rye, then Frost Queen..

“wait… Cookies!?” They jolt up, startling a few of the now human cookies. They flip the light switch by their bed, they see Chili Pepper and Custard fighting for readers phone. “This has to be some kind of weird dream.”

“It’s not a dream, your divinity. Espresso and I were able to get us here to see you.” Wizard cookie spoke up, the other cookies humming and nodding along with Wizard.

“We came for you, your grace!” Princess cookie happily said, hopping onto the bed.

“Me.? Why me? And why are you all calling me such weird names?” They rub their forehead, not believing any of this is actually real.

“Well, you are our divinity, you created our word, us, you’re our baker!” Gingerbrave states.

The cookies all look at them expecting some type of divine response from them. Reader looks at Al, of them dumbfounded, “… I think I’m off my meds again.”

[queensharotto]

Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 5: Late 2023)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

Also, the ⭐️ will indicate a story featuring one of Brittle’s OCs.

September 2023 🍂

• “Lord/Lady Harbinger Cookie”

Featuring: The Cookies of Darkness

• “Bully Hunter”

Featuring: Lilac Cookie

• “Harbinger Cookie’s Relationship with Pomegranate Cookie”

Featuring: Pomegranate Cookie

• “All Aboard” 💗

Featuring: Milky Way Cookie

• “Napping in Goblin Cookie’s Bag”

Featuring: Goblin Cookie

• “Yandere Dragons” 💗

Featuring: The 5 Dragons

• “Y/N Cookie Meets Golden Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Golden Cheese Cookie’s Greatest Treasure: Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie as a Shagaru Magala”

Featuring: The 5 Dragons and the Cookies of Darkness

• “Golden Cheese Cookie and Ancient Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie and Burnt Cheese Cookie

• “Golden Cheese Cookie Body Pillow”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Golden Cheese Cookie showing off her wealth”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Satellite”

Featuring: Stardust Cookie

• “The Greedy or the Honorable”

Featuring: Pirate Cookie, Sorbet Shark Cookie, Captain Ice Cookie and Peppermint Cookie

• “Halt! The Restriction Mayhem Update!” 💗

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie, Cocoa Cookie, Ninja Cookie, Okchun Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie, Fire Spirit Cookie and Lotus Dragon Cookie

• “Bastet Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Burnt Cheese Cookie and 2 Marzipan Cookies

• “Smoked Cheese Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Kingdom Host Cookie, Mozzarella Cookie, Smoked Cheese Cookie and High Priest Cheesenbird

October 2023 🎃

• “Shining Glitter Cookie and Black Lemonade Cookie fighting over Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Shining Glitter Cookie and Black Lemonade Cookie

• “Can’t Take What Isn’t Yours”

Featuring: Chili Pepper Cookie and Peppercorn Cookie

• “Paying Golden Cheese Cookie to use her gold in Character Designs”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Last Cookie Standing Challenge: Punch Y/N Cookie in the face”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie, Madeleine Cookie, Tea Knight Cookie and Rye Cookie

• “Dragon Person Y/N Cookie in the Golden Cheese Kingdom”

Featuring: Pitaya Dragon Cookie

• “Courtship Dance with Smoked Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: Smoked Cheese Cookie

• “Off to Wish Camp!”

Featuring: Cannoli Cookie, S’mores Cookie, and Yoga Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie Cherished by Golden Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Halloween Party with Chili Pepper Cookie” 🎃

Featuring: Chili Pepper Cookie

• “Last Cookie Standing Reward: Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Members of Teams Crunchy and Cripsy

• “Spooky Cookie Tales: Prikaza” 🎃

Featuring: Black Garlic Cookie

November 2023 🌾

• “Sitting on the Golden Goddess’ Lap”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Archaeologists of the Golden Cheese Kingdom”

Featuring: Fruit Cheese Cookie and Camembert Cookie

• “Beneath Burnt Cheese Cookie’s Mask”

Featuring: Burnt Cheese Cookie

• “The Corrupted or the Fooled (Abyss Monarch vs. Black Pearl Cookie)”

Featuring: Abyss Monarch Cookie and Black Pearl Cookie

• “Robbing a Bank with Timekeeper Cookie”

Featuring: Timekeeper Cookie

• “Pocky Day with Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie, Peach Cookie and Croissant Cookie

• “Rockstar Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Rockstar Cookie

• “Stollen Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Stollen Cookie

December 2023 🎄

• “Icicle Yeti Cookie and Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Icicle Yeti Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie in The Holiday Express” 🎄

Featuring: Creme Brulee Cookie and Linzer Cookie

• “Linzer Cookie Writing her own Y/N Cookie x her story”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie in the Christmas Academy”

Featuring: Stollen Cookie and Strawberry Cream Cookie

• “Linzer Cookie’s Story: A LOT of cut material”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “A Happy Ending Just for You”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “Kissing Golden Cheese Cookie’s Hand”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Sugar Swan Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Sugar Swan Cookie

• “All I Want for Cookiemas is Y/N Cookie” 💚

Featuring: White Lily Cookie

• “The Sweet Signals from Space”

Featuring: Astronaut Cookie and Xylitol Nova Cookie

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[ms-nesbit]

Sugar and Spice

a jason todd x reader fanfic

Rating: 18+ (minors dni)

word count: 5.4k

warnings/notes: mention of trauma and abuse, Jason Todd isn't Red Hood, explicit content, smut, panic attack

summary: jason is a baker with cake, and y/n a horticulturist with a chance to sow her wild oats.

AO3

“And would you like that for here or to go?”

The streets of Gotham buzzed with citizens despite the imminent crime, visitors entering and leaving famous Zia’s, a bakery home to Gotham’s finest breads and pastry sweets. Inside the confined space displayed an array of baked goods, its floor littered with customers clutching their tong and red plastic tray.

In a rouge apron dusted with crumbs and splotches of icing and egg, Jason tended to the confectionery inventory, carrying a large metal pan holding marranitos (Mexican cookies baked in the shape of a pig) on one hand, and a smaller metal pan containing sourdough bread on his other. The dark, robust waft of molasses and ginger filled the air, catching the attention of some of Zia’s more loyal patrons.

“That fresh?!” one blurted.

Jason vaguely smiled behind him before attending to replacing the pan on its designated shelf. “Always.”

As much as Zia’s advertised its pastries, certain Gothamites - single ones with more time than they should have been allotted - spread merry news of eye candy in the shop, drawing more attention than Zia’s owner, Aurelio, expected.

One, a man named Ed, passed a whisper to y/n, who worked nearby at the Gotham Nursery as a horticulturist: “You know, y/n, if you’re ever looking for a snack for your sweet tooth, you could just stop by.”

His expression faltered, as if he was holding something back, but y/n disregarded it as she loaded his plants onto the trunk of his 4x4, and sent him on his way with a brief, “I’ll be sure. As always, thank you for coming, Eddie.”

She hadn’t given the recommendation much thought until on her lunch, when she stopped by Zia’s and stepped into the bumbling bluster of business. Then, as Jason emerged from the kitchen of the bakery with hands full of crumbly tricolor polvorones and loaves of rye bread, his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth in concentration and tee shirt sleeves rising up just enough for all to see his toned biceps, y/n understood Ed’s undertones.

“Excuse me.” a voice from behind snapped y/n’s attention, causing her to turn around to a stern, tight-lipped woman blinking at her. “Would you mind moving over so I could go in there?” she pointed to the shelves y/n blocked, her question seeming more of a kind demand rather than an inquiry.

Nodding feverishly as she stepped aside, y/n bumped into a sturdy tall figure, a string of apologies leaving her lips before her eyes met a pair of hazel, a mix of greens and grays swimming in his irises.

“I’m-I’m so, so, sorry.” y/n was captivated, distracted by the baker’s face shape as he stared down at her with an understanding grin.

“It’s okay, it happens all the time.” the man swiped loose sugar granules from his apron, prompting y/n to take her gaze away from his face and onto the mess of cinnamon sugar on the floor.

“Oh, jeez, do you need me to—”

The man waved a hand in y/n’s direction to calm her down. “Again, it happens a lot. Are you new here?” He used his free arm to catch Aurelio’s attention, who passed him a broom and dustpan to begin cleaning the faint piles of sugar.

Y/n shook her head. “Yeah, I’m not used to this kind of foot traffic.” She squatted on the ground and helped collect particles off the ground with her hands.

Brushing her pile into the maroon dustpan, he glanced at her work uniform. “I didn’t know that Gotham had a botanical garden.” He looked at y/n, his thick, pearl strands of hair falling from his hair net. Y/n felt the stare, and had to bow her head to hide the passing blush tickling her skin.

“You should stop by sometime.” Y/n shrugged when she and the man stood on their feet, disregarding the crowd staggering impatiently around them. “I could analyze your soil’s pH, or even recommend some plants depending on your living situation.”

Y/n watched the man’s adam’s apple bob before he spoke. “And what about a five-hundred square feet flat?”

“There are ways to accommodate the situation if you’re willing. It just takes the right pair of hands and mindset.” y/n gave the man a smile, to which he reciprocated, his soft skin forming ripples from it.

She swallowed the warmth she felt in her stomach, an unfamiliar sensation she whisked away as she followed the man to the checkout counter. His back turned to her, y/n was able to take in his other features: his broad shoulders, appearing almost heavy on his torso, and the merlot tee shirt lazily tucked under the waistband of his washed jeans, which were partially ripped along parts of his left knee and right ankle. Y/n blinked away her urge to follow the natural curvature of his legs up to his ass, though she would admit that her id was pleased with the crumbs of image it viewed.

“Do you think you could show me what I could do? Doc has told me that I need to, uh, spruce up my space.” The man rested his hands on the counter, marginally leaning over it to inch closer to y/n in flirtation.

Y/n couldn’t meet his hazel eyes, unwilling to be enchanted by whatever undertones he was trying to communicate; though, to her dismay, he did attract her, even with the hair net clumping his seemingly soft hair in place, and the poorly executed pun. So she obliged, just a bit. “I work today till six, if you’re able.” one of her shoulders bounced, as if she felt apathetic about his advances.

But he, unbeknownst to y/n, was stubborn. “I can manage.” he wrinkled his nose playfully at her, eyes flickering between her blank stare and her suppressed grin. “My name is Jason, by the way.”

Jason. Like the killer. “Nice to meet you. Here’s the address.” y/n slid a business card across the counter in Jason’s direction, back beginning to turn. “I’ll see you there.”

“Wait, I didn’t catch your name.” Jason called out across the store to her, unbothered by the several customers stopping to look for y/n.

With a hand to the door handle, pushing the heavy door open, y/n looked over her shoulder, said flatly, “I guess you’ll have to find out.” and left with a few strides, disappeared from Jason’s sight.

“I’m gonna find out alright.” Jason murmured, a corner of his lips turning into a grin.

—

The Gotham Nursery began winding down in visitors, employees cloaking its temperature-sensitive annuals with thick tarp as they prepared for the chilly night ahead. Y/n checked her watch, then the nursery’s entrance, a habit she built as the day passed. Was I too passive? She thought as she hauled mulch across the store lot. Did he forget about me? She mused as she jotted down plant observations in the greenhouse.

Y/n indulged the information about her encounter with Jason to her coworker, Xoe, who was more than enthused about it. Each passing hour, Xoe would cross paths with y/n, bugging her about whether or not she had seen Jason.

It wasn’t until five minutes until closing when Jason arrived, parking his sleek, rumbling motorcycle in a compact spot. A couple of the employees noticed him, and rolled their eyes in frustration, mistakenly thinking that he was a customer, not y/n’s visitor.

Y/n locked herself in the nursery’s greenhouse with her choi sum mustard leaves, using a dainty stick to lift the heavy leaves of the plant. She wrote down the subtle changes in the plant’s behavior, noting the thickness of the leaves after incorporating iron-rich soil.

“Y/n?” Xoe asked, peeking through the polycarbonate door, evoking y/n to look up from her work. “Someone named Jared is here to see you.” Xoe then gave y/n a wink, intentionally mistaking Jason’s name.

“Sure, he can come in. Thanks, Xoe.”

“No problem.” Xoe said, opening the door fully for Jason to allow entry, before throwing y/n a suggestive look and shutting the door.

Distracted by the array of plants both on the ground and overhead, Jason tread carefully through the path of the greenhouse. He raked his fingers through his hair as he stopped to observe the vine dangling from a hanging planter, avoiding touching it in fear that he would somehow kill the plant. Y/n gawped at his actions, amused by the conscientiousness of his every move in spite of his tall, muscular frame.

Jason, appearing diverted, used his peripherals to glance at y/n, who sat on a wooden chair on the other side of the greenhouse. Her attire was similar to their first encounter, except she rolled up the sleeves of her forest long-sleeved top, and wore patterned leather gardening gloves. He admired the contrast of her head to the overhead vines coming down around her, the hearty heart-shaped leaves forming a convex halo. She was breathtaking in her relaxed state, and it was clear to him that the greenhouse was a sanctuary, a treehouse she escaped to when she sought solace. 

“Didn’t think you’d make it, Jason.” y/n held her notebook and pen in her hands as she spoke, still working at her scientific examination notes. 

“Uh, yeah,” Jason mumbled, peering at a distant crimson flower in bloom. “I had to clean up after close. This is where you work?” He looked up at the opaque ceiling of the greenhouse, in awe of the varieties of plants with which he surrounded himself.

Y/n nodded. “Most of the time, yeah. It’s my job to basically make sure the plants are at an optimal growing point so that we could use the info to pass on to customers or vendors.”

Jason sensed the formality in her tone, humbling his ego before he returned, “And you like it?”

Y/n crossed her arms at the question, obviously peeved. “Of course. I don’t know why I would be here, or go through all the schooling, if I didn’t.”

Jason pressed his lips together, remorseful of the offense she took at his inquiry. “Sorry, I should have figured.”

“No, I…I get it all the time, honestly. People are so surprised when I tell them I like it, as if it’s some boring thing.” Y/n rambled, full of thought as she flipped through vague memories of conversations she had with others. “I’ve always loved nature, but not aesthetically, if that makes sense. It’s a science to keep these plants alive and thriving after all the damage we’ve done, and I don’t think I have to keep justifying it.” she clicked her tongue at the end of her statement, eyes looking off to the side in vexation.

Jason rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort. “I get the same comments about my baking. I mean, don’t get me wrong - it’s not nearly as lengthy as the schooling you went through - but I find happiness punching the fuck out of air bubbles in the dough.”

The joke emitted a chuckle from y/n, breaking the tension in the space that could have been otherwise excused by the high humidity. Humor was a strength of Jason’s, and he used it to his advantage in times like these when he found his foot in his mouth, or his tongue in a knot. He wanted to start over, rerun his words smoothly through his head so he could properly express himself without offending y/n again.

Instead, he offered baguettes. “I brought something we could both have in here, if we can have it.” he pointed to the backpack strap on his shoulder, and began to maneuver his backpack to his hands so he could unveil the crispy logs of cooked dough. He handed one baguette to y/n, who removed her gloves to accept the gift, before he took a bite out of one himself.

“You make these?” y/n asked, chewing on a piece. Mouth full of bread, Jason simply nodded. “I have to say, as much as I like plants, I think I would gain a lot of weight if I could bake this well.”

The compliment made Jason beam, squirreling chewed bread in his mouth causing his cheeks to round. After he swallowed, he responded, “Yeah, I get that a lot. Though I don’t think you’d look any bit different with more.” his eyes scanned y/n’s body evocatively.

Y/n’s cheeks tinted, covering her mouth respectfully as she spoke. “It’s really fresh for stale bread.” she gestured to an empty seat beside her. “You wanna sit here?”

Jason shook his head, plopping himself down on the seat before he turned his body to face her. “Oh, I made it before I left.” Jason remarked nonchalantly, taking another bite out of the bread.

Y/n stared at Jason as he ate his workmanship, giggling at him. He gave her a doe-eyed expression, confused by her mirth. “What?” 

“Nothing, I’ve just never seen someone so passionate about eating bread.” Her eyes gleamed at him, smile radiant as she spoke. Jason’s chest burned when she passed him the look, mesmerized by her appearance. He grew accustomed to the constant comments about his looks from Gothamites - and the unfortunate harassment or assault that would take place by a select few - but he followed his instinct when he felt something different about y/n; whether it was the way she presented herself, or the way her eyes shaped into crescents as she smiled, he was absolutely enamored by her, and wanted to explore all that made her content so he could replicate it for her.

They sat together, knee to knee, gazing at each other. Y/n placed her bread on the table and her hands on her lap, drawing Jason’s attention away from her face. His eyes snapped up, though, unwilling to be perceived as perverted, or his intentions impure. Y/n suppressed her temptation to cave in to him, fingernails digging into the skin of her thighs as she desperately tried to keep them to herself.

But his skin was as firm as his voice, five o’clock shadow scattered across his cheeks and jawline; his skin creased as he grinned, even the slightest, a wrinkle forming along the edges of his mouth. Y/n wondered what his lips tasted like - were they as tender as they appeared? Or were his kisses all-encompassing, conveying what words couldn’t describe?

Y/n wanted to find out, but she hesitated: she didn’t want to hurt again; she didn’t want to wither at her roots like the neglected plants she studied, slumping over in her seat as she felt the remaining cells in her body seize. Had the encounter with Jason been years ago, y/n would have already been all over him, straddling his lap - she was much more daring then, naive of the darkness that could ensue.

Instead, she glued her hands to herself. Jason noticed her stare plummet from joyous to cold, her eyes glossy as she blinked away what dark thoughts laid behind them. He placed a hand over hers, thumb stroking the underside of her palm in an attempt to bring her back to the present.

“Sorry.” her voice sobered up, ignoring the display of affection Jason committed.

Shaking his head once, he responded, “Am I doing something wrong? I’ll scoot my chair back and keep my hand away if you want—”

“No, no.” y/n hastily said, unaware of what she presented with her response. “It’s not you, don’t worry.”

“Is it okay if I kiss you?”

The question caused y/n’s heart to rise, excited by the thought. She nodded and leaned forward, cupping his neck as they closed the gap between them and pressed their lips together softly, y/n’s nose filling with a mixture of the leather of his jacket and clean yeast from the bread. Jason instinctively brought his hands to y/n’s face, holding it as he sharply inhaled into the kiss. He was pleasantly surprised by the action, parting his lips as he wanted to deepen the kiss.

But y/n pulled away, and then turned her body from Jason, attempting to conceal the blush creeping up her neck.

Initially worried about crossing a boundary with y/n, Jason noticed the tint in her skin, and grinned, cupping her chin and turning her head to look at him. “You don’t need to hide from me, hun. I don’t know what you went through, but I won’t hurt you like that.” he assured y/n, tone warm and disarming. His thumb brushed her cheek, eyes distracted by her beauty.

“It’s y/n.” she informed him distractedly. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you.”

“Y/n.” he repeated, captivated by her eyes as she grinned softly at him. “I can make you a pinky promise that I won’t be a threat, but I’m not sure if a ten year-old’s logic resonates with you.”

It did. Y/n held her pinky out in between them. “I need something to ground me.”

Jason linked their pinkies, pulling them to his chest. “Y/n: I swear I won’t hurt you. Pinky promise.” y/n’s eyes searched for his other hand, which laid on his knee. No crossed fingers. Good.

 “Can we go back to kissing please?” her brows furrowed, slightly embarrassed by her request. It was Jason’s turn to answer with a kiss, this time heated and impatient. His lips nibbled on hers before dragging a tongue along her bottom lip, evoking a moan from y/n. Jason’s hand held y/n’s as they deepened their kiss, mouths opening in an attempt for Jason to draw another moan from her. He used his free hand to tangle in y/n’s hair, pulling her closer than she already was.

When y/n mimicked his actions, she tugged lightly at his hair, causing him to groan and shiver. She tore her lips from Jason’s, noticing how his were already swollen despite the little contact she had with them. “You like that?” She quirked a brow.

“A little more than I should.” Jason smirked back, biting his bottom lip. He hissed when y/n tugged at his hair again, this time harder and deliberate. “Keep that up, doll, and I’ll have you bent over on this table.”

Y/n chuckled, allowing her id to take over. “Oh really? And what else would I have to do to be blessed with that opportunity?”

“I don’t think you want to know.” Jason pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard. His eyes ran over y/n’s body slowly, taking in the view as y/n uncrossed her legs. He wondered if he should just take her here - an image of y/n in pleasure, her brows knitted and mouth agape, clouded Jason’s attention, blood rushing to his dick. It took a moment for him to notice that y/n’s hand was trembling in his hair, and when he did acknowledge it, the corrupt thoughts disappeared completely. “Are you okay?”

Y/n stopped herself, pulling her hand away from his hair and chewing on her lip. “Yeah, sorry. Dunno what got into me.” she laughed humorlessly.

“You know,” Jason started, hand rushing back to her cheek, “we could just go to my place and talk. We don’t need to do anything sexual, if you’re not up to that.”

The proposition nearly brought tears to y/n’s eyes. It was eons since someone considered her that much - she usually had to hold her ground herself. All she could release from her clogged throat was a faltered affirmation, and she rose to her feet, collecting her work and returning them to their designated area.

Extending an elbow for her to take, Jason guided them through the greenhouse and back outside, holding the door open for y/n as she strolled through. His eyes were glued to her, watching her reaction to all of the plant life around them; he was in awe of how much knowledge she had of them, informing him of pieces of trivia about random plants they passed.

When they reached his motorcycle parked in the lot, his shoulders slouched. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I ride.” Ride, y/n thought to herself, eyes examining the vehicle. “Do you still want me to take you, or do you want to take your car, or…”

Y/n wriggled her lips in apathy. “I take the bus, so I think this would be the more logical option.”

Without skipping a beat, Jason offered y/n his helmet, lifting a leg over the bike seat to straddle it and waiting for her to secure her helmet before seating behind him. She snaked her arms around his waist, locking her fingers together over his navel, the touch producing heat on Jason’s stomach. He looked back, waiting for a response from y/n; when she gave him a simple thumbs-up, he turned the key to the ignition and shifted into neutral, manually backing out of the parking space with his legs before taking off from the lot with a thunderous roll, the reverberation heard from miles away.

Although it was y/n’s first ride as a passenger on a motorcycle, she was tranquil, snug behind Jason with her fingers barely tracing what she assumed to be muscle lines along his abdomen; although it wasn’t Jason’s first time having a passenger on his bike, he was particularly cautious, downshifting early and even stalling his engine trying to do so.

Once they arrived at y/n’s apartment - with directions from y/n - Jason parked the bike on the street adjacent to the complex. He helped y/n off of her seat, and held her hand as she led them to her space on the second floor.

“And this is it.” y/n announced half-heartedly when she opened the door, entering into the kitchen of the grand apartment. Jason was silent as he inspected the decor, stopping occasionally at framed anatomical prints of plants. As he wandered into the living room, he spotted a wooden tube radio resting on the nightstand beside the couch. He observed its specifications, murmuring incoherently as he studied the device.

“You like it?” Y/n asked, handing Jason a can of sparkling water before she sat down on the leather couch.

Jason nodded. “I haven’t seen one of these in forever. Makes me feel kind of nostalgic, to be honest.”

Y/n tucked her legs under her knees, taking a sip from her can. “That’s why I bought it. M’not much of an audiophile, but I like the crisp sound of these. Plus, usually when guys are over, they think I’m some old lady, and eventually leave me alone.” Her final comment made her chuckle, and Jason grin.

“I guess we’re both old.” he added, winking back at her. Y/n patted the empty space beside her, offering him to sit. “Do you listen to a lot of music on here, or just the AM talk shows?”

Y/n’s smile widened. “A bit of both. If I have the free time, I prefer podcasts or audiobooks, which I can project through there, but y’know.”

“But what?” Seated next to y/n, Jason nudged her playfully.

She shrugged. “I dunno. Kinda gets busy sometimes.” her response was sad, as if she had no control over the time she spent, but Jason understood that it was relatively normal for an adult.

He dropped his grin in response, acclimating to the shift in tone. “I’m like that too. Though I don’t remember a time when I didn’t have a lot to take care of.”

Y/n’s forehead creased in worry. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Jason breathed deeply, contemplating whether or not he should elaborate. “I didn’t really have the parents of the year growing up, and once I was adopted, I still had a bunch of responsibilities. When I think back to it, it feels like I missed out on a lot.”

Y/n nodded in agreement. “I get that. I…something happened, and I basically had to grow up quicker than some other people my age. I can’t really…” her voice trailed off, drowning in emotion. “It’s hard for me to feel normal.”

Hands beginning to tremble, y/n balled them into fists. Jason placed his hands over hers, squeezing them lightly to draw attention away from her thoughts. “Hey, I’m here. It’s okay.” he uttered, lavender softness in his voice. “Is it okay if I held you?” he asked, to which y/n nodded. Jason wrapped his long arms around her, pulling her tight to his chest. There, y/n felt guarded, safe, as if his arms were hardy tree branches that couldn’t be easily torn; she detached his heartbeat, steady but firm. Each of his features soothed her, rocked her back to the present, as he’d hoped.

He kissed her head, watering her otherwise malnourished body; Jason’s face focused on her, a tall, broad sunflower in need of nutrients facing the sun. She replenished him somehow, something neither of them could quite pinpoint, but enjoyed nonetheless. 

Fingertips following the veins along Jason’s arm, y/n discerned a wanting similar to what she experienced at the greenhouse. She looked up at Jason, who was already gazing down at her, and gave him a look: please kiss me.

And for all that he could, Jason enthusiastically obliged, dipping his head to crash his lips to y/n’s. They both breathed into the kiss, hands fumbling to secure themselves in their embrace as their kiss rushed, tongues meeting briefly before disappearing again. Jason was the first to moan into the kiss this time, almost a whimper of desolate desire. 

Y/n’s fingers spread, palms flat against Jason’s chest as she pushed him down onto the couch, readjusting to straddle his lap without breaking the kiss. His hands slipped underneath y/n’s top, nails grazing against her skin. He pushed the top up to her chest, breaking the kiss to allow her to pull it overhead and toss it aside.

Before returning to the kiss, Jason gawked at y/n’s chest, surprised by her bare breasts. “Holy shit.” he whined, licking his lips. He tilted forward to flick his tongue on her sensitive nub before kneading her breasts with his hands, occasionally leaning in to suck and lick her nipples. Y/n relaxed her shoulders and let out a soft moan and grind her hips against his, causing Jason to buck his up instinctively.

Their movements were restricted by their clothing though, and y/n knew that as she hopped off Jason to shimmy her pants off, panties down with it, and shook Jason’s jeans off as well before returning back to her stance on him. “Condom?” she murmured nervously.

Jason pointed to his jeans. “Here, lemme put em on.” he reached over to his pockets, pulling one out and tearing open the wrapper. Y/n watched, eyes dark with wanton, as he rolled the condom onto his thick, hard erection.

Y/n repositioned herself on his lap, lowering herself on him. She hissed at the contact, unfamiliar with the girth stretching her walls. When her hips were flush with his, y/n remained still, acclimating to the sensation; Jason, however, tremored underneath y/n, using all of his strength to restrain himself from thrusting up into y/n. He craved the noises she emitted, and anything that would drive her to ecstasy, but had to wait. His hands moved to her thighs, grasping at them and awaiting her signal for him to move.

Instead, y/n’s hips rose and fell, rocking slowly. They both moaned at the motion, unsatisfied by the gradualness of her hips. One of Jason’s hands moved to her ass, guiding her hips to angle itself perfectly.

“Oh, god.” Y/n gasped, the different angle granting Jason’s cock to brush against the base of her cervix. Jason’s grip on her thigh and ass tightened, letting out a guttural moan.

“Can I…?” Jason asked between pants, self-control wavering. Y/n nodded feverishly, barely containing herself as she steadied herself on Jason’s chest. He began thrusting up into her in the same angle, both hands gripping her hips as his pace quickened.

“Fuck, you’re so good.” Jason whimpered, eyes laser-focused on y/n. The sounds of skin-on-skin slapping, along with pants and intermittent, pornographic moans, escaped them and into the room. Jason wanted more, more, more as he continued to pistol his hips up, quickly popping a thumb into his mouth to moisten it before rubbing it on y/n’s clit in hasty yet intricate circles.

The motion evoked y/n’s orgasm, her core hot as she let out a silent scream. Her nails dug into the fabric of Jason’s shirt, sharp enough to leave marks on his bare chest, as he guided her through her high. Before she could calm down though, Jason picked up his pace, this time chasing his own high as he relentlessly thrusted up into her pussy. In moments, y/n was thrown into another orgasm, body tingling as she whined loudly into the air.

Her walls, like velvety petals, tightened around Jason’s cock, which was already begging for release. Every moan and word barely leaving her lips was as gospel to him, bringing him closer, higher, until-

“Y/n, I’m gonna come, fuck.” Jason sobbed, neck red and forehead covered in beads of sweat. His hair stuck to his head, stray strands bouncing with his thrusts as they grew sloppy, desperate, frantic for him. “Y/n, y/n,” he repeated as hell broke loose, his vision blurring as he sharply thrusted up into y/n, coming with a loud cry. His hips stuttered, grip on her hips loosening.

Y/n rode the high with him, watching as his brows furrowed, eyes fluttered shut, and swollen pink lips form into an ‘o’ shape. Each profanity that left his lips were a secret he could no longer hold, and she was so happy to indulge in them.

Minutes passed before Jason picked y/n up, laying her on the couch as he stood up. “Do you know where the bathroom is?” he asked innocently, cheeks azalea. After y/n pointed to the nearest ajar door in the hall, Jason disappeared for a moment before returning, towel in hand and condom disposed of.

He kneeled beside the couch, gingerly patting the towel on y/n’s thighs, cleaning up any residual juices that were released. The sight of her wet pussy made his cock twitch again, but he knew better than to entertain the thought, gently wiping away the wetness on the crevices along her ass and thighs. Y/n glanced down at him, heart warm as he finished cleaning up. “Is there anything I can get you, hun?” Jason smiled, eyes glistening. If her legs weren’t tired, y/n would have sat up and smooched him right there.

But she shook her head. “I think I’m okay. Thank you.”

Jason took her hand in his, holding it up to his lips before he placed a tender kiss to her knuckle. “Of course, Princess. You’re a flower, too, y’know.”

The compliment made y/n blush, skin rising with goosebumps. She hadn’t been pampered like this…ever. It was foreign, and the realization triggered a sympathetic nervous response.

Y/n sat up in worry, drawing her hand quickly from Jason. He frowned at her, apprehensive that he caused any offense. “I’m sorry - do you need some space? I can get going, if you need to.”

First waiting for a response, Jason noticed y/n’s eyes darting from side to side, spiraling into the dark trench. He scooted closer, pulling y/n’s head to his, their foreheads pressed together. “Deep breath, doll.” he cooed, “I’ve got you.”

And he did. His hands held y/n’s delicately, thumb brushing her skin as they breathed together in the apartment, his voice shining light onto her focus like a spring sunrise after a seemingly interminable winter.

The words pollinated her soul, bringing her to life in ways she hadn’t felt before. Jason’s skin was calloused, wrinkled, with scarring near the knuckle and palms, but y/n felt comforted by them. And she emerged from the dark trench, opening her eyes to find the sunflower staring back at her with a soft expression and a softer grin to welcome her.

And y/n finally felt like she found home.

[fandomfantasyy]

Okay! Could you do dating headcanons for Rye Cookie? Gender neutral reader!

𝜗୧ ,, rye cookie x reader !!

꒰꒰ type ;; headcanons ,, ꒰꒰ pov ;; n/a ,, ꒰꒰ cw ;; mentions of weapons / crime ,, ꒰꒰ characters ;; rye cookie, gn!reader ,, ꒰꒰ fandom ;; cookie run kingdom ,, ꒰꒰ note ;; im so sorry this took so long but i hope you enjoy ,,

⌒ 𓈒 fanfic under the cut !! ꒱

・ Despite what you think, Rye is actually somewhat of a softie when it comes to the people she loves. Not as in a complete change in character, just different from her day to day.

・ Not big on touch during work, you learned that the hard way before you got together. But after you started dating, in the comfort of your own home, you'd cuddle Rye, usually with her as the big spoon. Or you lay on top of her. Whichever works best.

・ Her love language is watching shows with you, specifically documentaries. It doesn't matter what kind, just… documentaries.

・ You'd think she wouldn't be home much due to constantly being out, shooting up criminals and turning them in, she's always there when you need her and more. She loves you, and wants to make sure you know it.

・ Speaking of wanting to make sure you know it, she struggles to say the words I love you. Instead, she'll silently find out your love language and then spoil you with it.

・ She, in the end, does everything she can for you. She loves you, truly, even if it's hard for her to show sometimes. You both know she's trying her best. ♡

[sleepingdeath-light]

Can I please possibly request smut headcanons of either Rye Cookie or Street Urchin Cookie with a female/AFAB reader? Or smut headcanons of Street Urchin Cookie and Black Lemonade Cookie in a poly relationship with a female/AFAB reader? (For the Street Urchin x Black Lemonade x reader one, if you want can Black Lemonade please possibly be trans MTF like in that one post you made since I HC her being MTF, but its fine if you write her as cis as well, also I don't mind which request you do)

I’d be happy to complete all of those requests actually!

Could you please read through my request rules and resubmit this ask with the missing info? Thanks in advance! ^^

[amphibiahawks321]

[Shows Rye cookie at a saloon having a conversation with a fellow cookie like her]

Rye cookie : Y/N cookie? What about em?

(Cookie) : I heard his practically very special to ya?

Rye cookie : Haha... I would be lyin' if I denied those accusations, but I ain't no liar, Y/N cookie is... Someone special to me

(Cookie) : Chuckles.. Wonder how special this Y/N cookie is, seems like fun cookie huh?~

Rye cookie : Don't get your expectations up red.... His already with a cookie that doesn't make him feel like he's got the whole world on his shoulders....

(Cookie) : Oh come now rye cookie, I was just merely thinking i could be good friends to this Y/N cookie ya highly speaks of

A couple of hours later

M!Reader cookie : Uhh... Are you okay today?

[Rye cookie tightly wrapping her arms around Y/N's waists from behind]

Rye cookie : Don't worry about it stud....

[brittle-doughie]

“Alright campers, today’s challenge is to slug Y/N Cookie in the face! Do that and the million crystals is yours!”

“W-what?! No…I could never do something like that! Even for that amount of crystals. I…care about Y/N Cookie too much to cause them any kind of harm, why would you even ask me that?!”

“I would never trade my close friends, Y/N Cookie especially, for any amount of crystals! The thought of hurting someone I care for is not what a Paladin does!”

“I would not harm my comrade, Y/N Cookie, I wouldn’t do it for even 2 million crystals. They and I are cookies in arms, it would only break my heart to betray them in such a fashion.”

“Ah don’t care how many crystals you givin’ me, ah ain’t never laying a finger on Y/N Cookie! I oughta get ya for even telling me that!”

[All 4 cookies immediately drop out of the challenge and plan to jump Gelato Trio Cookie later…]

[kousaka-ayumu]

❃Homepage part 2❃

Part 1 part 3

❃Rules❃:

- Request are sented at only one at a time

- Child! Reader and Teenage and adult characters will be platonic.

- I'll only write fanfics and drawing fanart with a fandom that I know of.

- No repost without permission

- X is for ships while & is for friendships

- No incest

❃Fanfics❃

Regulars:

Ninjago:

Brotherly love(Kai and Lloyd)

Ninjas of Love(Polyninja/Kai X Zane X Cole X Jay)

Sacrifice(Cole and Lloyd)

Friends with Benefits to Lovers(Cole X Jay)

The Blizzard and The Ninja(Yandere Zane/Ice Emperor X Lloyd)(Part 1)(Part 2)

Amethyst(Cole and Alyssa)

Lilac Emerald(Alyssa and Lloyd)

His Muse(Yandere Cole X Lloyd)(Movieverse)(NSFW) (part 2)(part 3)

His Muse(Cole X Lloyd)(Movieverse)(Alternate)

Stormflames(Jay X Kai)

Melting Snowflake(Kai X Zane)

A Paranormal Love(Lloyd Harem)(Inspired by Wilting Roses by stabbybat)(Genderbend)

A Pirate's Desire(Yan! Fem! Jay X Fem!Lloyd)

Ninja's Tale

Alyssa's Tale

PreCure:

Sorry nothing here.

22/7:

Sorry nothing here.

Love Live:

Sorry nothing here.

Paw Patrol

Demon's Bride(Demon Chase X Marshall)

Triangles(Zuma X Chase X Marshall)

FNAF: Security Breach

Don't Leave It Behind(Security Breach rewrite)

Cookie Run Kingdom:

Lost Memories(Yandere! White Lily/Dark Enchantress X Pure Vanilla)

His Queen(Yandere! Dark Cacao X Pure Vanilla)

Break Her Mind(Yandere Pomegranate X Chili Pepper)

Crossovers:

DarVani son AU(Ninjago X Cookie Run Kingdom)

Data Breach(Security Breach X Paw Patrol)

Original Works:

Midnight Rose PreCure

Daylight Daisy PreCure

Galaxy Trio PreCure

Twisted Critters

❃Fanart and Headcannons❃

Pink Velvet Cookie(Revealed)

Pink Velvet Cookie

Prinzessin des Feuers(Chili Pepper Cookie epic costume)

Sohn des Mondes und des Meeres(Wizard Cookie's epic costume)

Verteidiger des Königreichs(Strawberry Cookie's epic costume)

Sohn des Lichts und der Dunkelheit(GingerBrave's epic costume)

Heiler des Königreichs(Custard Cookie the III's epic costume)

❃Picrew OCs❃

Samara Maryse

Bernice Scotch

Adira Amy

Raymond Aegis

Kalpana Sapnas

Rye Gourmand

Stella Valerie

Apollo Abner

Yuri Sakamaki

Roscoe Springbloom

Rosie Springbloom

[imagines-for-earthbread]

About The Dreamers

Mod Espresso (Head Mod)

✦ Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them ✦ Prefers: Things involving the following characters: Espresso, Affogato, Dark Cacao, Dark Choco, Latte, and Madeleine The following regions: Vanilla Kingdom, Dark Cacao Kingdom, Crème Republic But I'm also willing to write anything ✨ ✦ Will not: See rules, Latte X Espresso, Licofait

Mod Dark Cacao

• Pronouns: Any • Prefers: Dark Cacao Kingdom, Dark Cacao Cookie, Cookie Run Kingdom • Will not: See rules; Reader Insert, Canon x OC, PureLily, Bad Dad/Abusive Dark Cacao, Pomenchantress

Mod Latte

❥ Pronouns: She/Her; It/Its, Any ❥ Prefers: Anything related to Parfaedia, anything related to Rye ❥ Will not: See rules, ROMANTIC lattemond, Rye x men

Mod Coffee

✤ Pronouns: He/Him; Any ✤ Prefers: Anything related to the Crème Republic, Madeleine Cookie ✤ Will not: See rules

Mod Madeleine

✶ Pronouns: He/She ✶ Prefers: Anything!! I can pretty much characterize anybody. ✶ Will not: Anything I don't want to do, pretty much.

[sucuretcannelle]

I HEARD RYE’S VOICE AND IM SIMPING MORE FOR HER.

On that note..Do you think you can do some Rye headcanons? Like, General dating headcanons?

—WESTERN LADY WITH GUNS

—Oh my gosh she will protect you with her life

—She's extremely extroverted, mostly because she doesn't give a shit, so if you're pretty shy, she can do the speaking for you

—Though it does get a bit embarrassing sometimes, she has very little manners

—She overreacts in a good way

—For example, she's the type of person to appreciate every act of affection you give her

���Shes not a patient person, but it you ever wanna talk about something with her, no matter how random it is, she'll sit down and listen

—She might space out sometimes, but only because she isn't used to sitting down and listening for that long, especially if it wasn't a topic she was originally interested in

—She's very bold, but if she ever happens to offend you or annoy you, she's quick to apologize

—She’d let you wear her hat

—SHE SPEAKS SO HIGHLY OF YOU

—Even if you haven’t done anything, she still treats you like you’re royalty

—She’s one of those people that make you happy by just,,,being there

—I wouldn't say that she loves pda, but she does like walking around with her arm resting over your shoulder or around your waist

—She's protective in a good way

—Like you can do whatever you want, she doesn't care, but no one is allowed to insult you

—And then there's the obvious things, she likes to go out drinking with you-

—ALSO SHE WILL NEVER GET YOU INVOLVED WITH HER WORK

—She'd hate to see you get hurt because of it, even if you're stronger than her