#yandere string gummy cookie

[yoshimura110]

Yandere TBD

[hopelessdreams-bianhablog]

Past lover,now stranger...?(yan string gummy cookie x reader)

Request by 🗝️anon

Hope you enjoy!!I also hope I didn't fall your hope:'D

WARNING:had mentioned about obsession, timekeeper being a mf,had mentioned murder and threatened

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In the timeline,or let's say,the timeline that string gummy get saved by director croissant and lived in before,you and him, always used to be a lovely couple! Working together..Living together... just, anything couples would do, you guys always do it together, even sometimes he may get important missions that you can't go with,it never break the connections between you guys .

But you know,not everything can be that..... perfect. After he successfully break all the time manipulators and break the time travel clock thing in the Clock Square.The whole timeline of the false future,get deleted from the existence, except himself.That also means,the one that who used to be his lover, disappeared within the timeline and his director too

So now here he is, working in the timeline that he should originally in.But,did that really mean he already get through the things that just happened,the lost of his director,the lost of YOU..?

Until one day, croissant introduce string gummy a new worker!wait..... that's YOU!

Then the next moment,you get hug tight by this red hair man,that literally sobbing.Even don't know why,as don't ask too cuz that may offend him,you give some pats as to comfort,try to calm him down. And didn't hear that he seem mumbling something

enough for Prequel ,now let's get straight to the yandere part !

You will find that string gummy started to help you around with stuff,I mean is literally like everything-even it's just some simple things that you don't even ask for help,he will still helping.

He also attached to you, literally just like a personal guardian, follow you around when he didn't had a mission or someone needs his help .And somehow glare at the cookies that just asking things Sometimes you can notice he seem trying to hold your hand,as you assume it's normal,you guys are Friends! Those physical interaction are fine!... Right?

He also is now determined to keep this timeline safe and sound,as he doesn't want to lost You again (maybe will kill the time criminals and not arrested them so he can ensure they can't doing a threatening to this timeline again,who knows?)

The missions now the director give you seem starting to be weird.... like fixing a machine in a dark room with string gummy cookie,and -with door locked?-even more weird missions that similar with these, like the director trying to get you and him more close but-oh well,you already heard that the director like to give out weird missions-that probably normal too- don't you agree?

Slowly, you finally notice something was WRONG.Everytime when you guys doing the weird missions, string just getting... very close? you know the places maybe narrow,but you still feel that he is getting close on purposes, and the cookies suddenly keep distance and missing... you can't lie to yourself anymore,but you don't had a proof....that question keep bugging you until.....

"well,did you know that poor cookie was your lover in a timeline before ~?ofc I didn't expect you to know!He even make deals with me, just to get more close to you and get you love him back!Oh also,do you wonder why the some other cookies seem trying to keep distance??Oh don't worry,you did nothing wrong!He just threatened them!these all are entertaining to see you know ~:DD?Of he being obsessed over YOU~!”

....Oh god,The suddenly informations that make you.... horrified,why the director suddenly told you these??Sure, you may love him in other timelines.But,not this one ...the thoughts of him.. being obsessive...You think you need a talk with him later,so maybe he will understand,You didn't love him here ,so he won't trying on no return anymore...?

Ignoring the amused smile on the director face,you open the door and try to leave , but a familiar figure block your way

..... String gummy cookie

You gulp,he wouldn't eavesdrop the whole thing behind the door, would he?Before you can say anything,a stunning bullet hit you,knock you out immediately.Oh well, looks like you had fallen into a forever trap

But don't worryyyy,he will take good care of you!he will serve you ,and give you everything you need! but the cost is,you need to live in the basement from now on (ofc that god damnit director borrow the TBD basement for her own amusement )

After all,he is just care about you!But try to not piss him off for your own good!If you don't want to get hurt and more cookies went missing

"I know it maybe selfish to you,but it's necessary for us.I can't let you go and disappear in front of my eyes again "

Oh yea,one thing,he literally just hold his gun beside your neck in case you will stay still and listen to him

[murder-cookie-dust393]

Battery Anon here, frankly I'm really invested in the logistics of something like the apocalypse au--

By the looks of things, it seems this 'disease'/'curse' makes MCs relationships excel at an abnormal rate- with a bit of delulu near the end of the line.

How long do you think it takes for a cookie to consider MC an acquaintance, friend, close friend, gain romantic interest in them, to soft yandere, reg Yan, heavy Yan etctectec?

If it's based on the cookie, who do you think would move along the slowest/fastest?

I LOVE NUMBERS. So yes I'm more than happy to offer you logistics.

Ok I'm gonna split the cookies into three categories, because I think it'll make thing easier:

Category 1: Extra Softie Cookies

These cookies are more extroverted and easily befriend people. Their friendly personality practically acts like a catalyst to the disease, making the symptoms develop quicker.

Examples -> [Yogurt Cream, Cherry Blossom, Pure Vanilla, Hollyberry]

Acquaintance - Initial Meeting

Friend - A week

Close Friend - A month or two

Romantic Feelings - 2 to 6 months

Less Diseased - 8 months to a year

Diseased - A year and so on

Severely Diseased - Can only reach this stage through constant direct contact, also through a year and up

Category 2: "Normal" Cookies

These cookies can be both introverted or extroverted. They are the types to not make friends right away but after a few good meetings befriends others. Essentially, they're the cookies who don't fit into either of the extreme categories.

Examples -> [Clotted Cream, Sea Fairy, Licorice, Okchun]

Acquaintance - 2 to 3 meetings

Friend - A few weeks

Close Friend - 4 to 6 months

Romantic Feelings - 6 months to a year

Less Diseased - A year and up

Diseased - A few years and up

Severely Diseased - Can only reach this stage through constant direct contact, through a few years and up

Category 3: Extra Stiff/Angsty Cookies

These cookies are just terrible at socializing or can't trust others as easily. They are often the traumatized cookies or those who heavily keep their guards up. But here's the thing, once they're a lot closer to MC, they're gonna get obsessed QUICKLY. This is a lot more common than it should be help-

Examples -> [Dark Cacao, String Gummy, Wildberry, Pomegranate]

Acquaintance - 5-6 meetings

Friend - 1 to 2 months

Close Friend - 8 months to a year

Romantic Feelings - A few years

Less Diseased - Only a month or two after developing romantic interest

(These types lack a middle ground of the disease due to just how obsessive they can get)

Severely Diseased - A few years + Constant direct contact

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I wasn't initially sure how I should put the logistics but I think this is a good enough of an idea I have-

- Celina

[starryoceanedits]

string gummy icons with a yanderecore theme for @disgusting-polymorph

[pianocat939]

Hi there!I had saw a bunch of your writing and they were all amazing!!I know you work hard on them,but don't overwork yourself:))

So it's an ask:

What do you think about the TBD cookies?(if this bother you, don't mind to skip hhh

Thank you I may be absolutely horrible at English but I try to improve everyday. (English is so hard to write attractively 😔)

To be fair I don’t have a strong opinion on the cookies. I don’t use them in-game plus they don’t interest me as much. (Design wise, not story or background)

I respect Croissant Cookie quite a lot. I mean, having to do so much work because some idiots be messing up with the timelines? Girlie is a hard worker that I can acknowledge for.

Since this is a writing blog I might as well discuss about writing about the characters.

I think she has some potential to be a good character to write Yandere for. She isn’t necessarily troubled per se, other than her tiring job ofc. I see her as the type to outsmart reader. Which may not be the best but has potential to turn out good.

For normal circumstances, (when they’re not insane) she would be a slightly tsundere personality.

For those who don’t know, it’s basically someone who tries to act like they don’t like the love interest even though they do. This can be expressed in varying degrees.

Overall, I have a neutral-positive view with Croissant cookie.

Proceeding on to String Gummy cookie, I think he’s probably one of the most troubled cookies in the game. If I remember correctly, he basically has no memories of where he’s from or what his true purpose is. It’s basically having memory loss of your own origin, which is devastating.

The thing is, those who have the most tortuous backgrounds often are the best candidates for Yandere writing.

I think if I were to assign a certain type he would be a protective and somewhat clingy. The reason I think he would be clingy is because of the fact he trusts very few people.

If I’m writing for a non-horror/dark trope I think he would be quite similar. Just maybe less obvious/strongly expressed.

To conclude, I have an empathetic view over him.

I don’t really have a strong opinion on them like I stated before. Although I have more of an opinion for String Gummy than Croissant.

- Celina

[yandere--stuck]

Only asking a question here; have you gotten string gummy cookie yet in cookie run? I feel like if there was a dangerous yandere cookie then it would be him.

YOU'RE RIGHT!!! Dude has a SHOTGUN.

Now that he's got you right where he wants you, he won't let his prey- er, target get away again!

[yandere-society]

Candy Man

Synopsis: Stepping into the world-famous Hope World Candy Factory the day of Valentine’s Day, you are filled with an overwhelming number of sweets and surprises. As a confectionary lover, this is your dream, to not only see the inside of the glittering multi-colored building, but maybe get a glimpse of the interesting man behind all the delicious desserts. There’s also something here, lingering behind every jelly bean wall or chocolate cove. After getting separated from a tour group, you think maybe this was a mistake to come in here so carefree. There may be something sinister behind these seemingly harmless candies.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 4,300+

Admin: @mintedmango​

Valentine’s Day Event Masterlist

Trigger warnings: Yandere-themes, mentions of death/murder, mentions of gore, blood, passing out/fainting, knives, improvised weapons, being tied down/restrained, hospital beds, unhealthy thinking relationships, cannibalism.

The skin of your lips was being peeled off by your teeth as you nervously flit from foot to foot on your elevator ride up the see-through jelly tube. You could see almost every chocolate cove and red vine tree from the pink tubing your tour group was being brought down to. Your heart was pumping rapidly with a mix of excited and full of tension, and your empty stomach was rumbling as butterflies fluttered, trapped inside. You weren’t sure anymore if not eating this morning to make room for all the sweets that one could possibly enjoy was a good idea. 

You were so anxious you could hardly stand it. Ever since you learned that the infamous Hope World Candy Factory was opening up one day to the public for the first time, you decided you just had to fly across the country and see it for yourself. You’ve loved the company and all the creations that they make ever since you had your first Daydream Bar at the tender age of five. 

All you had to do was buy a ticket for the factory (that costs a pretty, pretty penny, mind you) and you were set for the whole day!

The only catch though was that it was only open on Valentine’s Day and it was strictly for couples to come and enjoy a romantic, sweet-filled day in the candy factory...

And of course, you were as single as single could be. 

That’s just how life goes, right? 

The elevator lurches to a halt suddenly and you almost stop breathing, your excitement overwhelming you. 

“Everyone, step lightly, we have much to see!” Says a stout woman with green hair and carrot-colored skin as she ushers everyone out of the tube and into a dim room with a tiny, tiny door at the end of the hallway. “Now,” she whispers, as she grabs what looks to be different colored (and probably flavored you assume) gelatin keys and sticks a goldenrod one through the small keyhole. “Beyond this door is where you get to roam the marvelous Grand Garden.” 

You gulp, mind full of wonder and awe as you watch her turn the key, and it glitters and sparkles with the bright light beyond the door, much like your eyes right now. 

From the moment of purchasing your own golden ticket, you have been scouring the internet in hopes you would find more info about the Hope World Factory and the mysterious secrets it keeps locked up tight behind its doors. There wasn’t much on the Jung family or the current CEO of the factory. Just rumors of an immense and large edible garden, with so much grandeur and thought put into it, it was something straight out of a fairy tale book. 

“Everything is edible.” She states with a smile before pushing open the door. “But please be advised to stay within the walls of the garden with your partner, or you could end up in some serious… hot chocolate.” 

A few people in your group snicker at her sweet-treated pun, but you can’t focus on anything except seeing what is beyond that bland-colored door, wanting to know if the rumors of splendor are true. Your palms are sweaty and your mind blank with anticipation. 

“Please come back to this door, under the raspberry truffle tree in one hour!” She smiles as she finally pushes the door open for you all to run inside, and see what the Jung family has been hiding for decades. “It’s something out of your purest imagination!”

Speaking of Jung family, you wonder if the rumors are true: the family's youngest son is in charge of the factory now, after his sister got engaged to a rival candy company’s heir. So many whispers and hush-hush with this family, you swear! Deep down you really wanted gossip and drama from them, as selfish as that sounds. You wish they were a little bit messy and spill their internal secrets to the world. So you only really knew what the internet and late-night television hosts would spread amongst the airways, which were usually ridiculous words of slander and vile garbage. 

But what you do know about the famous sweet CEO was that he has an amazing taste in everything from cars, to clothes, especially to candy and you’ve heard that he has an amazing, dazzling smile. Supposedly, and according to the rumors circulating everywhere. 

“Where’s your date, young lady?” The woman with white eyebrows asks up to you with a serious smile on her orange lips, breaking your inner thoughts. Her eyes rake your features up and down, like a human scanner, and you can’t help but gulp. You hoped all your hard work was not in vain. 

“Uh-He’s in...the bathroom.” You lie with a wry smile, hoping she’ll buy it with just enough time to get you into the room she’s so close to unlocking. 

She purses her lips and looks away from you, but doesn’t ask you anything further on the manner. 

“Have fun in the garden!” She says instead of throwing you out and opens the plain door to the grandest thing you think you’ve ever seen. 

Couples scream and laugh as they whiz past you on your journey to roam freely around the edible valley. You can’t be bothered though, as your mouth is going to collect dust if you leave it unhinges for too long. 

There are no words. You couldn’t fathom half the things in this room. Is this even a factory anymore, or are you in heaven? 

It’s… simply breathtaking. 

The online forms were right - there is a giant edible garden - but the words and descriptions on screen didn’t do the real thing any justice. And, of course, they confiscated your phones even before you entered the building so you couldn’t document this creation out of a book come to life scene unfolding before your eyes. 

You are stunned as you walk on the hardened peanut butter cup path towards the giant garden in the middle of four, high walls. Your eyes sparkle, filling with tears of joy upon seeing the beautiful, wonderful sights before your eyes, covering your mouth as the couples in your tour guide pass by your idle body. It is seriously extremely super overwhelming: your senses are going on overdrive as your sockets roam over every inch of the garden that you can see. You just need a moment to take everything in. 

There is so much - so many details and little things going on. 

Trees made of marbled dark and milk chocolate stand tall, protruding into the blue-raspberry colored sky, pastel cotton candy clouds wisping around above you. Most of the whimsical looking plants bear fruit of all kinds and gummy leaves hanging low off their perfectly carved branches. You hear a trickle of something, like a stream of water, and see that there is a tiny clear yet caffeinated creek of soda-pop softly crackling its way through the garden. Following your eyes, you see there’s realistic grey rock-candy gravel and well, rocks, underfoot as well as strings of grass you can only assume are sour green-apple flavored, or even possibly key-lime pie? You can’t be certain but you can’t wait to try it! There’s a fountain spewing caramel in the middle of the garden, surrounded by a pool of white chocolate, and it's held together by what looks to be a brick, but upon a further glance, you suspect that it’s potentially licorice or Twizzlers, or a combination of both. There’s tables, chairs, and benches made out of finely crafted shortbread cookies placed along the peanut butter paths of the edible wonderland. There are colorful flowers made of lollipops and sugared, blown glass softly billowing in the artificial breeze, seemingly waving at you as you gawk on in shock.  

It’s all too beautiful. Your mind is having trouble processing everything until you hear an excited scream about life-sized gummy bear bushes and you can’t help, but want to investigate further. 

Your feet finally start to move as you are openly sniffling and crying: you are such a happy mess. 

A stout figure smiles at your back, a menacing aura surrounding her as she presses a single digit on her smartwatch to the man behind this beautiful room and factory. 

“Fritz?” He questions, nearly shrieking through the speaker with excitement. “How are our esteemed guests doing?”

“Oh… Well, I suppose,” her upper lip curves into something dreadfully evil. “But, we have a lost little crumb who decided to bend the rules and attend the party without a date.” 

The young CEO sighs into the receiver, watching everything unfold from his observation deck placed high above the ground, in order to study the humans roaming around his perfect, edible garden. 

He knows. He’s known since she walked in here that she was alone and didn’t have a special someone to share this day of candy hearts and love songs to. 

Which was perfect because well, you see, neither did he. 

He sighs as he tips his silkened purple top hat up to view the mesmerized crowd down below, throwing up his dark leather boots on the desk in the observation deck. Deep down, the young man was lonely, hiding his family’s recipes and secrets for the rest of his life due to the enigma that was the candy business. His usually jovial smile turns into a sour frown as he watches her stand shell-shocked by the river of soda pop, staring up into the cotton candy clouds. Or, paradise, as he calls it.

It was as if she was looking at him, knowing there was someone watching her admire and take in all the hard work that he and his staff have given to the largest and most amazing room in the factory. He leans into the window, removing his boots from the desk to watch her with her mouth agape take in the splendor and majesty that was his garden. His eyes widen as he studies her expression. She hasn’t even eaten or enjoyed anything in the room yet… Why is that he wonders? Was she a spy for another company? No, it was more like she was in complete disbelief that this was even real. Almost like she was marveling at his handy work...

Suddenly, the young man clad in his expensive purple suit has a wicked thought. Oh yes! If she is a fan of confections of any kind she will be a great asset to the company and myself! A dream only someone of his caliber who’s spent so much of his time up in the clouds could fathom. Or she’ll do nicely for some company if I end up breaking her in the process then! 

“Fritz,” he presses his watch up to his lips that curve into a devious smile. “Bring her up.” His amber eyes turn dark and cloudy as he thinks of his lair, a lab where he designs desserts and candies of all kinds. “I think we found our new taste tester.”

Oh wow! This is really unlike anything you could even dare of dreaming! You don’t think anything can ever compare to the concoctions and creations that the Hope World Factory has let the outside world enjoy for a mere afternoon. It didn’t seem right to you to try anything. If you ate and ruined all the time it took someone to place here so craftily and carefully. No. You didn’t think you could. 

Unlike some...

A playful screech comes from your left and you duck just in time to see a flash of white pass right by your nose. 

You watch with mirth as a couple runs by you, throwing marshmallow fluff off the cherry flavored giant mushrooms placed delicately around the garden. They scream and fly past you, making a mess of the precise and wonderful dessert and bakery items it probably took a whole team of people to create. You frown with judgmental eyes, studying the pair of grown adults act like they were children. 

Though you suppose, candy does revert you back to your childhood, where everything was much more innocent and easy to deal with. 

It was amazing what a room of sweets could do to a group of people. 

They race around, running this way and that, laughing and having the time of their lives with giant smiles plastered on their faces. They disappear from view and you stand watching the space from where they left, under a chocolate tree with gummy bananas hanging off of them. 

Shooting through your body, a zinging pain shoots through your heart feeling like the zap of a thousand volts of electricity that trickles down to your toes and lights its way back up your spine again. 

You freeze watching the pair disappear behind a licorice willow tree. With a tired gulp and a teary blink in your eye, you have to face reality. Truth hurts, as some would say: you are incredibly lonely. 

“Miss,” just then, the shrill voice of the stout lady behind you echoes from where you are standing and you nearly jump right out of your skin you are frightened by the sneaky tour guide. You all but tense up, breathing hitching as your sockets expand, fearing for the worst. “Miss, a word?” Your nerves were on fire as the soda stream pops and fizzles next to you, filling your ears with the carbonated crackling, as well as all the blood that rushes to your ears. Adrenaline running through your veins, like hot-white lightening sparking up and down from head to toe.  

Shit! You think turning to face the orange lady with a sheepish smile. I’ve been caught! 

“Y-Yes?” You mumble as she smiles on at you turning to face her fully. 

“Who can take a sunrise?” She starts to sing an eerie tune and your stomach pits. “Sprinkle it with dew?” Your eyes are the size of the moon as you watch her bring a bag out of her pocket as she continues to smile that weird, twisted smile at you. “Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two?” Your heart is pounding out of its chest staring at this round orange woman who reaches into her silkened purple bag, pulling up a handful of what looks like sparkling glitter. “The candy man can.” Her mouth continues to stretch across her face, as she makes invisible worms and spiders crawl along your skin that’s turned to ice. She lifts her hand and blows the dusty glitter into your eyes, as you try to recoil from the crazy action the tour guide throws your way.  

Literally. 

“Hey!” You yell, opening your eyes to find the world covered in glistening lights, the garden shiny and bright for some strange reason. “What the heck?!” 

“Because he mixes it with love,” she ignores you and continues chanting her odd song to you. Your eyelids feel heavy, your body suddenly sluggish, “and chocolate,” you can barely stand on your own two feet as you feel yourself slumping forward and backward. You feel like you are stuck in a murky pit of blackness, and will never be able to escape from the throes of this evil she’s thrown at you. Unable to form a coherent thought, sleep seeps into your mind as you start to succumb to the feeling. Darkness creeps around your vision as you start to fall. Two pairs of hands keep your body up as you hear the orange lady say a few final words. “And makes the world taste good.” 

-

When you come to your senses, you have a sneaking suspicion that you aren’t in the garden anymore.  Your eyes are clouded with that weird dust that the weird-ass tour guide blew in your face. There’s more shining, glittering lights floating above you and you realize all the spotlights are all pointed at you. You try to blink the dust away but every move you make makes your body ache for some reason. Why were you in pain? Did you fall? No, you could have sworn there were two people holding you up, carrying you, while you heard… singing, the whole time…

So weird.

Oh crap, speaking of that green-haired tour guide… You gasp a little, foggy brain finally waking up fully, and you nearly grasp. You finally understand. You were caught! You broke the rules though and you deserve to be reprimanded and rightfully so. But, the question still stands. 

With a groan and a small shift of your head, you try to grab your throbbing head, but it was sadly in vain. 

You blink rapidly. No. This had to be a bad dream right? You are not strapped to a metal object, right? No. Your hands around bound and placed above you? No. You try to kick your legs, only to find your ankles confined into shackles connect to the cool metal item. Loud noises of your struggle erupt from your body, echoing throughout the small, sterile room. Metal clanging around itself was the worst thing you think you’ve ever heard.

There’s… no way… right? 

Your eyes expand, practically falling out of your head as your empty stomach flips over on itself. Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth, throat running dry. You let out a blood-curdling scream upon realizing that you are tied to a flat, stainless steel table in the middle of a brightly lit, sterile-looking room. You hear the faint melody that evil woman was humming in the distance and you want to throw up you feel physically sick. 

This was something out of a terrible bad trip, a nightmare, a horror movie. Is this a scene from a sci-fi film? Your eyes are shaking in their sockets, unable to focus on anything. 

Sure, you broke the rules. Sure, you should be punished for it or be fined a sum of money. But, wasn’t this a little extreme? What were they going to do? Torture you?  Was the policy for breaking the rules to probe you? With a hard swallow, you honestly hope that’s a solid no. 

“Hi there, little crumb.” Comes the awful, nails on a chalkboard, screeching sound of the stout tour guide flutters in somewhere above you. No! You plead to no one in your head. No please don’t kill me! I haven’t even eaten anything from the garden yet!

Your heart is beating, drumming, pounding at the shackles of your sternum to bust free from your chest. Her sweaty, orange meaty fingers come out of nowhere to twist your face toward her. A twisted smirk forms on her scaly lips, her white eyebrows rising to her wide forehead to reveal her pinked gums and dilated eyes beaming, honing in on you. Her yellow, laser-like eyes lock together with yours, which enlarge in fear. 

“You think you are special, huh?” She laughs, throwing her head back and maniacally cackling. “You think just because the young master has chosen you of all people to be his new taste-tester you think you are something else?” 

“We are going to have so much fun,” she lifts a pumpkin carving knife up to your neck, “together.” She hisses, leaning in, and you nearly taste the bile, the vomit rising in your esophagus while you can’t form a single clear thought as you watch her press the shiny blade to your throat further. Your breathing hitches as she sneers, leaning in closer to practically spit on you. “I’ve loved him for years, since he had dreams to build the garden and you think that YOU,” you wince when you feel the stinging slice of the blade a trickle of blood runs down from your skin and onto the blade. “YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST TAKE HIM FROM ME?”

You are going to die. You are going to die. You are going to be murdered in cold blood by this woman who knows nothing about you. She’s going to kill you and probably play jump-rope in your intestines. 

“Hello, little lady.” A cheerful voice filters in from behind the orange lady, snapping you out of your swirling, disintegrating thoughts of your impending peril and doom. “And goodbye Fritz.” 

Before the round woman could even think to turn around, your vision, that was once white and sterile, is painted in bright sticky red. 

Blood to be exact. 

It drips from the giant blue lollipop-shaped into a knife protruding from the orange chest of the orange tour guide. Red particles splatter upon your body, painting you in the warm, maroon color of her life force that someone is robbing from her. Her eyes roll back into her skull, removing the carving knife from your throat as she spits a lump of clotted blood out of her dry, cracked lips. 

Your lips part in shock, eyes continuing to stay as wide as dinner plates as you watch the lady before you crumple in on herself and slump to the ground in a heap of orange, red, and green. 

A man in silkened purple suit, with a shit-eating grin curving his lips and whose white gloves were speckled and smeared pink from the blood of his staff, was clapping enthusiastically. The sound fills the once sterile room, the noise jarring and ear-splitting as you recoil slightly every time his covered palm connects to the other. 

Why is he clapping? He beams as he steps over her dead, lifeless body as yours tenses up. And who the fuck is he?

You remember where you are and why you were here in the first place and you nearly jump out of your skin. 

He’s… oh my God...

The young CEO of the Hope World Factory: Jung Hoseok. 

He is handsome, there’s no doubt about that. His chestnut-colored hair is barely visible due to the matching violet top hat that covers his head. Amber eyes that sparkle with mischief under the bright spotlight of the medical looking room. You can’t help but drink him in as he starts to loom over you. His slender nose sculpts into a soft-looking smirk, that's curved into a tender smile, shines gently down around you laid out on the cold metal bed. His grin really is magnetic because you are completely captivated by this man who looms lower and lower over you, until you can smell the sweet aroma wafting in around him. 

Enthralled, enchanted, mesmerized… This man has a spell over you and you can't look away. 

But you have to ask, “Are you going to kill me?” 

He blinks at you in disbelief, smile falling only for a moment before he starts scream-laughing. 

“What?” He chuckles as he clutches his sides, cackling himself into stitches. “Oh, no no no, little crumb!” His nostrils flare, honey-colored eyes dilating. “You know who I am, yes? You’ve put two and two together?” 

You nod, with a weak ‘yes’ leaving your mouth. 

“Then you know I’m the infamous candy man, Jung Hoseok.” He sneers, slamming his stained bloody gloves on either side of you on the metal table. “I’m solely going to play with you, little crumb.”

A gasp leaves your lips as you register his words in your head.

You struggle in the shackles, trying to retreat away from the man sneering down at you with mirth. He cocks his head to the side, the bright light being blocked from the man practically climbing on top of you. “Do you know what my main ingredient is here at the Hope World Factory?” His voice drops an octave and his playful eyes cloud over with something dark. 

You swivel your head back and forth in a no.

Hoseok slams his hand down next to your head, nabbing your attention in full force. “Speak when spoken to, pet.”

“N-No.” You whisper, a tear leaves one of your eyes, sliding out of your socket, dripping onto the cold table. 

“Very good.” He caresses your face with the back of his pinkened-color glove. With a menacing and misplaced smirk, Hoseok dips down to your neck where the tour guide shallowly cut you. You whimper with trembling lips, closing your eyes moving your face away from him, which only reveals the pulse point of your neck to him more. “Oh, very good.” You hear him inhale before the warm flat of his tongue laps the trickle of blood that streams out from your flesh. 

Did he just… drink your blood?

Hoseok stands then, lips swollen and colored with your blood, grinning like a wild, maniac above you. “Oh, you’ll do just nicely.”

“F-for-r wh-what?” You shake, tied to the table you are straining, desperate to get out of. 

He raises his hands above you, eyes dark with no sparkle left in them. “I drained my last taste tester, broke her, some would say. But, oh you,” he cups your face leaning in to grin at you with his pearly whites coated in your blood, “you just need to lay here and look pretty while your blood is our secret ingredient for all things sweet in the Hope World Factory.” He shrieks, laughing like an insane person as he cups your face in his sticky palms. “Isn’t that great?” 

Your heart breaks as you silently beg for a quick and easy death like the lady on the ground. This was not what you had in mind for your Valentine's Day, as well as the rest of your life.

“You can’t keep me here.” You whisper, but it sounds like you are begging him more at this point than anything. 

He ignores you and starts humming that dreadfully eerie song from earlier as he leans back over to trap your wounds in between his lips again. “The candy man can.” He hums into your skin, his tongue swirling all over your poor neck. “Because he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good.” 

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[hopelessdreams-bianhablog]

So here the writing requests rules and something you need to know:))

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Hello!name hopeless dreams

Welcome on board!

ONLY ACCEPT X READER REQUEST (so yea, don't request cookie x cookie)

No nsfw and angst (for now cuz idk how to write)

Yandere and sfw are okieee

No child x adult (unless family or friends,no yandere for children too)

Pls at least gimme me some plots hint if you want a better quality (I am a sucker of imagining)

Cookie run overbreak will be faster than cookie run kingdom 's request

Also,pls, don't mix other fandoms in your requested that I didn't in :(

gn reader only!!

Request is:Ded.

Fandom (s)

Only cookie run for now!

Masterlist

Cookie run overbreak

Yandere timekeeper x reader(hc)

Past lover, now stranger....?(yandere string gummy cookie x reader)

Waiting list

Protective,or overprotective?(yan pure vanilla+child reader)

Not only pals on business (sandwich cookie x reader)

five ancients and their child(yan ancients + child ancient reader)

Siblings interactions!(clotted cream+sis reader)

Normal?nah,not really(yan tk x two sides reader)

Anon list

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🗝️anon

🕰anon

That's all for now!thx for your patience!

[hopelessdreams-bianhablog]

I love your Timekeeper post and was wondering if I could I request a yandere String Gummy Cookie? Mf deserves so much more love then what he is getting ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

Very bad grammar it's 4am rn

- 🗝️ anon

Imagine String Gummy and Reader are dating in the timeline where he comes from. After that timeline goes *boom* and he's now in the timeline where Timekeeper is still the director he meets the reader. The reader having no idea who tf he is while he's hugging them tightly legit tearing up.

So basically string is now trying to get the reader to love him back. Doing tasks for them or helping the reader with anything. Timekeeper (TK) takes amusement into strings behavior and sometimes helps him (out of pure amusement to see what he would do and also the reader) Maybe.. Locking both in a room or pairing them up to do tasks together. Def makes deals with string her work ain't free. Sometimes does it for free because hey she's getting entertained at least.

Once TK gets bored of this whole thing she makes you both come to her office while confessing about what string has been up to since he came here. Reader definitely is horrified. Like yo a guy you don't know who claims to be your lover in some other world has been making deals with the director to get closer to you??

It's alright! TK can surely spare the basement for his lover <3

Got kinda carried away (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

All the possible scenarios for him are so damn endless

-If anything makes you uncomfortable please do feel free to decline or change anything! <3

:0......

It....

IT'S AMAZING

I SHALL DO IT FOR YOU

I HOPE I WON'T FALL YOU HOPE TO ME AHHH

(may change something btw-)