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A/N: Sorry this took a while, was having some IRL problems lmao. Here's episode three, hope you enjoy.
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Episode 4: Here
I'm sat at the kitchen table, alone in silence now that Neapolitan Cookie had left to go home. Leaning on my elbows, I stare down at my cellphone laid before me on the table. The black screen is faced up, reflecting my knitted brows and focused eyes staring back at me.
There's a pit in my gut, every time.
Every time, no matter the number that increases, I get this anxious feeling.
I should just leave it alone. But my overwhelming anxiety and worry tells me otherwise. It tells me, 'You have to do this.'
I quickly snatch up my phone and dial up a number, pressing the phone up to my ear as it rings.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Four…ice?
Fi-
"Hello, Detective Department speaking."
"H-hello, this is Cupid Cookie. I called earlier about a report."
"…Hello again, Cupid Cookie. Yes, we have received your report. Numerous times."
"Okay that's good. And I just.. wanted to know any updates?"
There's silence on the other end before an inhale slowly drawn. "Miss, with all due respect. M.E.H is limited with detectives at the moment and we have thousands upon thousands of reports coming in. As I have said to you many times-"
"You'll get to it, I know." I cringe at myself for interrupting, before continuing." But—but this cookie has been missing for thirteen years! And I have called and I have sent reports to your department and you still can't find him?! Please, I don't think you understand how important this is to me!" Its admittedly embarrassing to scream over the phone like this, but it's truly been too long and there's been nothing going on. No updates on a search, no follow up reports, nothing.
"Just what relationship do you have with cookie anyways?"
I was appalled by that question. How could they have forgotten? Did they actually not see the—
I don't notice my dough is shaking nor the tremor in my voice. "…this is my dad. And he's been missing since I was twelve."
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Valentine Dust Cookie, a single parent of one little girl. The first matchmaker of Crispia in the traditional way, journal and notepad with a paper calendar of dates written while being surrounded with sticky notes of what to bring.
While he couldn't bring his little cherub with him on the job, he would come home, making chocolate candy hearts as her shares the romance and love he spread amongst cookies. And one day, she'll be doing the same.
Her eyes would sparkle in awe at her papa's talent. How lucky she was to have him as a parent, so skillful and magical to find soulmates for cookies.
So, why did he just leave?
And why has no one found him yet?
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The phone call ended in the way it's always ended. False promises that this time, they will start searching for him. And they will absolutely fill me in on anything they find.
I foolishly ate it up.
Why wouldn't I?
I was desperate.
Ever since he left, I've had so many questions swimming through my mind. Trying to figure reasons or possibilities as to why he had just left like that-
Ping!
My phone alerts me with a new notification dropping down the top. It's my Matchmaking app, the message cut off but it's an update on a current relationship. I give a look.
As if it couldn't get worse.
It's an update the relationship has been destroyed, beyond repair. And who else, but that kind cookie I met at the market who thanked me for everything, finding her the perfect cookie.
Just for the relationship to end.
Oh and look, what a convenient time for a phone call from her too.
Just one inhale through the nose as I answer it, slowly holding my phone up to the state it was in previously. "Yes?"
I couldn't decipher what she was screaming at me through pained sobs and tears, but I could somehow make out the words,
"Your fault."
"Betrayal."
"Failure."
And I just, nodded my head as I softly apologized to her.
She screamed at me for hours, before calling off any future services we may have together and hanging up promptly.
It's quiet in the house again.
I stand up and go to the fridge, reaching for a glass bottle of berry juice. Actually, no. Three glass bottles.
Two relationships falling apart in one day, and then dealing with the department that tells cookies they'll keep them safe or find someone missing for them when it's all a farce. And only now finding out more about Neapolitan Cookie's family after knowing her for five damn years?!
I chug them down like they're water, one bottle done and then the other before I wobble to the couch, and my vision goes dark.
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I wake up from the floor, head pounding like hell. The sticky after taste of berry juice coats the inside of my mouth, making me nauseous. I carefully place my palms on the floor and push up on shaky limbs.
Water.
I needed water.
At least I was near the kitchen, just walking over to the cupboards and grabbing a cup to fill up with sink water. Careful sips, tide the nausea and slight hangover over before sipping more to gargle and rinse the sticky texture out.
Then I just walk over to my couch and slump in it.
"Urgh.." I drag my hands down my face and through my hair. I just want today over with already. It was only the late afternoon, are you serious?
Whatever, I just. I should get out of this mood, do something that would make me feel better.
Like.
Like, the arts and crafts. The candy making.
I love doing that!
I get up from the couch and go over to the workshop table, its a cluttered mess. But, its the best way I can remember where I keep my supplies. I have a system, okay.
But the question is, what exactly am I in the mood to make?
Cards? No, I practically have two boxes filled to the brim with them.
Paper chain? That would be cute, but it takes up too much space in the house.
Or what about those fake paper flowers? I think I can-
Ping!
I go still and my jam runs cold. My phone is away from me on the couch, face down. I feel sick with anxiety. I want to see what the notification is, but I'm afraid to see it's another breakup with me to blame.
I should ignore it-
Ping!
There's another one.
Why was there another one?
Why was it so quick?
Ping!
Did I do something wrong? I thought I used my intuition fine and perfectly, so why is this-
Ping!
Ping!
Ping!
"Stop it!" I fly over and snatch up the phone, turning it on to read the messages and bracing myself for the inevitable.
…
"Reminder to pick up roses from Herb Cookie fifteen minutes ago. Reminder to pick up roses 10 minutes ago. Reminder five minutes ago.." I can feel my face grow warm as a bit of light reflects on the screen. I couldn't be more embarrassed of myself even if I could.
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I can see Herb Cookie carefully wrapping up the vibrant and full bloom roses in string and plastic as he places it besides the other bouquet of roses. He stops mid-wrapping to greet me, the flowers blooming with his warm smile. "Hello, Cupid Cookie. Are you having a good day today?"
(No, not really.) "Uh. Yeah, I am."
"I almost have these roses ready. It took me some time, I just wanted them to be full and perfect for you as the town matchmaker." He sounds so chipper when he says that. It would have felt nice, but it sounds sour—almost patronizing.
I just look around his flower shop, so many different kinds of blooms in pots of varying sizes. Shrub starters, too. But what caught my eyecing was nestled in the corner of the shop. "Are those orange roses?"
Herb Cookie looked over his shoulder. "Oh yes, they are."
There's three large barrels just overflowing with them, spilling into the yellow roses beside them. "There's so many."
He gives a small laugh, it's breathy and forced. "Right. It's a little sad, leaving the flowers huddled in the corner to overflow, but I would never throw them away. I have a little bit of hope that someone will purchase a gorgeous bouquet of them. Your roses are ready."
I grab the armful of roses. "Thanks." And start flying towards the door. Maybe these will make things better and improve what's been happening with my clients.
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"Papa! There's so many flowers in the house!"
"I know, mi cariño. They're for my clients, so be careful around them, okay?"
"But why? Why are you giving them flowers?"
"I give them flowers so they can give their beloved flowers. It's like.. giving them a little more assistance. Same reason we make chocolates and paper hearts."
"Do we always have to give them gifts?"
"Hmm. Not always."
"Then why? How do we know?"
"There's an interesting skill we have, mi cariño. We can see what a cookie likes and doesn't like. Some cookies like things and want things to feel loved. We're all different. And this ability helps not just us, but the cookies as well. And that's why we have all of these gifts to keep on hand. Does that make a little more sense?"
"Hmmmm. I guess so!"
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"You ready for your date?"
"Kinda. You don't think this is too much? Maybe I could style my hair a bit differently or wash off this perfume with something else-"
"Hey," I speak up and place my hand on her shoulder. "You look great and the perfume is nice. Here, take these." I hand her the bouquet of roses. "Make you give these to them first, okay? Remember to relax, and be yourself."
She beams a smile at me before turning away. I can hear the deep breaths she takes before marching forward to the cookie waiting for her.
They greet each other, she hands over the bouquet, it's happily taken by the cookie and so far things are looking good.
So far it's looking good.
I need to stay hopeful. Even if my clients have recently been struggling, maybe it's different this time. Maybe my fear is going too far and I'm assuming the worst. I shouldn't be doing this—not to them and not to me either.
It's going well. It's gonna be okay.
I'm gonna fly home, and it's gonna be alright.
It's gonna be alright.
I'm gonna be alright.
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I woke up to a text on my phone.
Through blurry eyes, I see the name attached to the notification bubble.
The client from last night.
'Hey, sorry to text you this late. But me and her, it didn't click.'
…
At least she's nice about it.
I groan into my hands and the next thing I know, my eyes start welling up with tears. I aggressively wipe them away, refusing to let them spill.
I shouldn't cry over this.
I can't be crying over this.
I get out of bed and start pacing around. "What is going on? Why was this happening now? I haven't had any problems this bad in so long."
I remember the cookies from the coffee shop, those two have been together for months and suddenly they end their relationship and I'm to blame for it.
The cookie from the shop, she was so happy with her partner and was grateful and thankful to me. Then that ended and, once again, I'm to blame for it. And they were together for weeks.
Then there was last night, just one date and then today.
https://www.tumblr.com/nxvella-s/802256002030469120/lmao
Oh, I am surprised
I’m surprised that Shmilk isn’t shipped with anyone aside Pure Vanilla
No spill >:3 I wanna hear gush’s of those two! X3 /nf
You'll be surprised to hear that I am one of the very few people who ship ShadowVanilla. If I can be real, I, personally, strictly ship Shadow Milk with Shining Glitter in terms of canon adjacent lol
Okay so discuss my interest and give an actual answer about ShadowGlitter, it's truly two things.
Magic based cookies who use their platforms to spread a message. Shining Glitter is a pop singer, Shadow Milk is (now) a performer. Shining Glitter uses her songs to spread hope and belief into cookies, a message that they too can shine through anything just like her. Shadow Milk uses his theatrics to weave lies and deceit into the naive minds. He could fully make use of that with Shining Glitter, slightly shape and mold her mind into doing the same or at least gaslight her that she's doing the same and he finds it infatuating. Shining Glitter has a cocktail mix reaction to all of this. It's wrong and yet it's addicting to her that she wants more from him.
I am kin with Shining Glitter Cookie and the ship is purely indulgent because of how much I want him.
If I can keep it 100, their dynamic wouldn't be healthy but it's because of that, it interests me and makes me slightly crazy about it.
I know I have been inactive for a while but I'm coming here to say, if you accuse writers who put in so much effort in their work of using Ai with no proof other than it "looks" Ai, go fuck yourself.
If you have this mindset to constantly accuse every writer, especially beginner writers, using Ai in their works, I think you're a piece of shit human being and you have no one else to blame but yourself if these writers stop uploading.
"What was that all about?" Neapolitan Cookie asked as she glances over to the booth I was beside before facing me.
I don't give her an answer. What happened, it felt rather personal. And I possibly—probably—absolutely made it worse for them. I just take a sip of my coffee and nibble on my pastry, avoiding eye contact with the other sat across from me. My palms are trembling with a rising urge to grab my phone and search those cookies up the more my head spins.
"Cupid Cookie?" Her voice snaps me to alert. I must look wild by how she flinched back so quickly before regaining her composure. "Cupid Cookie, that didn't happen to be a client of yours is it?"
My lips press into a thin line. "Yes."
Her look of disappointment doesn't cut deep if she was expecting it to. "Cupid Cookie, we're here to hang out and enjoy ourselves. You even said your work-your meetings-were free for the day."
"I know what I said." I respond blandly. "It's just those two, I paired them together a while ago and they were doing well, so happy and so.. in love. But when I saw them in that booth, I saw the look on one of their face before they left." The longer I stare at that booth, the scene replays perfectly in my mind. "Despair. Broken. Betrayal. Anger." My grip on my cup tightens. "I saw their hearts, Neapolitan Cookie. Damaged. And they looked at me as if I was the one who did it."
"Have you never experienced that before?"
I shake my head. "Not that I can recall. My matchmaking skills have always been accurate to the letter. Cookies they-they're content with their beloveds with my assistance, so this one it," I bite my bottom lip. "it did put a damper in my mood." She sighs.
Neapolitan Cookie sighs softly. "Well.. what put a damper in my mood was this coffee shop has a delicious sounding coffee mix that is off limits from cookies."
Not related to my current dilemma, but I couldn't deny it caught my interest. It sounded confusing and was news to me. I come here nearly daily so I must have missed hearing a new blend. "What coffee?"
"The Dark Roast brewed with fresh coffee beans. It's described to have an earthy yet rich taste to it." Her mouth was practically watering. "But it's reserved for one of Espresso Cookie."
My brows furrow at the name. "Who-wait I—"
Her eyes widened with surprise. "You've never heard of him?"
"No, I—I'm sure I have. The name sounds familiar, but I just.."
"You truly need to hold back on the juice or whatever it is you're drinking." She scoffs.
That hurts.
But she continues. "He's more popular in Parfaedia in the Parfaedia Institute. He does teachings and research in coffee magic, and I had even heard he used to be a part of the Creme Republic Counsul."
"He sounds.. like a big deal."
"Yeah, but I think this fame and respect is increasing his ego." She leans back and scoffs. They sound like best friends. "It's even to the point he has coffee reserved for him here. He doesn't even come to Crispia that much!"
I don't know what to say. It is admittedly kind of egotistical to promote a coffee drink to the public, but also not for the public. And just for one cookie. Because he does coffee magic?
I can kind of see Neapolitan Cookie's frustration, but to me it just sounds annoying.
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I walk out the coffee shop with Neapolitan Cookie, staring at my phone to do some updating and review the current status of the cookies I paired.
"Hey," Neapolitan Cookie's sharp voice startles me. "Don't worry about work right now. Let's just focus on being out and about, having fun today."
There's a guilty look on my face, but I just put my phone in my purse.
"Better yet. Just mute it."
"M-mute it?" I don't believe the words that just came out of her mouth. "Neapolitan Cookie, I can't just mute my phone. What if-"
Her gloved hand is held up as her eyes are gently closed, silencing me in the fashion of an emperor. "Mute it. It's your day off, Cupid Cookie. All cookies should know that even love needs a break sometimes."
'Even love needs a break..' I am stunned by the words that leave her. I have heard those words before, years ago.
There's a warmth that begins to wrap around me in it's embrace. But it's hold is bittersweet the longer it lingers. "Yeah… you're right."
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We enter the market so I can do some grocery shopping. Since I was out, I might as well knock it out to cover at least for two weeks. Corn flour tortillas, ground jelly beef, noodles for candy pasta.
I pass Neapolitan Cookie stood before the ice cream, humming in thought.
"Couldn't you magically create ice cream? Why spend money on more?" I asked her as I look over the selection as well.
"I can only make limited flavors. Vanilla, chocolate and strawberry." She responded with a mutter, not breaking her gaze with the frozen dairy treats. "Or the mix of both, but you already knew that, correct? Besides it's not for me, it's for my niece."
Wait a second. Come again? "You're what?"
"My niece doesn't like neapolitan ice cream. Got sick of it over time." She reaches for a tub of rocky road. "I told you about her, right?"
I just stare at her, before softly saying, "I am just now finding out that you have a niece."
I feel like the longer I am friends with Neapolitan Cookie, the more I learn about her just by accident. That she used to be married, she's faced death a few times, related to a celebrity and now has a niece. I don't understand why Neapolitan Cookie has never really spoken about herself with me as I would with her.
Well.
Some things.
But it's more than what she's shared.
"Her name is Misfit Cookie. She's my brother's only child and I've been taking care of her since she was eleven. She's fifteen now! And attending the Parfaedia Institute to learn magic." She explains this to me so casually.
All the while, I am stood here with confusion. She's been taking care of her brother's niece for four years and throughout the time I have been with her, longer than that, she never told me.
I want to ask her as she approached the counter of the store, but I still had more grab on my list.
"I'll wait for you outside, okay?" She gave me a kind smile before stepping outside.
I nod my head before turning around to walk down the isle of the market. I needed vegetables, fresh vegetables, so I approach the coolest spot of the place.
As I do, I see a cookie eyeing the tomatoes. I recognize her, a couple weeks prior for our matchmaking session. I paired her with a cookie who also had an enjoyment for nature and outdoorsy activities. I fly forward to greet her, but I stop mid-flight.
I really shouldn't be approaching a client. Especially after the last time I did, they blamed me for something I did. What if it was the same with her? Not to mention, I should be taking the day off ri-
"Cupid Cookie?"
Shit.
I look over and my eyes meet with hers. She looks at me with curiosity, tilting her head to the side. Her lips curl into a small smile as she approaches.
"H-" Oh witches, that's awful. I try again, deep breath to calm down. "Hello, hon. How have you been?"
Her hands are clasped together as she tilts her head, smile growing wider. "I've been wonderful, truly. Never felt better after you introduced me to that oh so sweet cookie."
My eyes widened. "Oh?" I internally flinch, why did I say that aloud? But this was good. This was refreshing to hear. "Oh that's wonderful to hear! How have you both been?"
"We've been doing rather well! So comfortable, too. He's been so helpful and considerate with me in my house. We're going to be working on a garden together soon." Her hands are brought to her face as she's enthralled talking about him.
My smile grows. "Sounds like fun!"
"Aaah thank you thank you thank you for finding this cookie for me!" Her voice goes soft as she looks down. "I just.. I'm so grateful to you. I feel like I have been searching for so long and now you.." She reaches for my hands to hold them. "You truly are amazing, Cupid Cookie."
Hearing her words, I am stunned. I stop flying, slowly landing to my feet. My hands squeeze hers back and a sigh that feels like has been sitting in my chest for so long, exhales. "You deserve to be loved. All cookies do."
She gives me a tight hug.
And like a fool, I'm frozen in place with my arms up. But they wrap around her, even my wings engulf her too.
It's nice.
She lets me go and gave me one more warm smile before bidding her farewell.
I slowly do the same.
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"Took you long enough." Neapolitan Cookie had her hand on her hip, the bag in her hands had frost coating the plastic for the ice cream.
"Met up with a cookie, lost track of time." I respond calmly, mood too chipper.
"Oh sure, it's not like I have ice cream in my hands and the sun is out."
"No one told you to get ice cream." I roll my eyes. "Let's just go home really quick, put these in my fridge and we can head out to continue.. whatever we're doing."
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We walk around the town after dropping by my home for a moment. Neapolitan Cookie was telling me about the events taking place in Parfaedia, sounds rather busy, and how she could have gone but Misfit Cookie had a knack for running off to cause misfit.
When she mentioned her again, the feelings resurfaced. My pace slows down as I keep my focus on her. "I still can't believe you haven't told me about her."
"Told you about who?"
"M-Misfit Cookie. From the time I have met you, you never told me you had a niece. Nor that you were taking care of her."
She looked ahead, pressing her lips together. Then she shrugs. "I guess I haven't. Although, I thought I did tell you. I do apologize about that."
"Did something happen like..?"
Her expression is sullen, looking down. "I would.. rather not speak about it. Especially on our day out."
I wasn't happy with that response. I never liked that Neapolitan Cookie always remained as a closed book even when I give her the opportunity to speak about herself. For a cookie who acts so prideful, she's secretive. My dough is tense but I just nodded my head. "Okay, I won't."
We just walk in silence, unsure what to talk about that wasn't work or, I guess, family related.
I just look around, watching the cookies maneuvering about to different shops or even taking in the scenery. Content expressions, looks of excitement when seeing a friend or loved one, it was the joyous moments like this that make it worth living here. And sensing all of the love emanating from them, gives me a feeling I fail to find the words for.
I guess we don't need to talk about anything right now.
We could cookie watch, examine how everyone goes about the areas and how they spend their early afternoons.
"Do you recognize any of these cookies?" Neapolitan Cookie finally breaks the silence.
I give her a skeptical look. "I thought we weren't going to talk about my work?" I place my hands on my hips.
"I did, but that was because you were beating yourself up for something you may or may not be guilty of? I don't remember." She flippantly waves her hand. "But I think it's different if there's any good memories about it."
"Hm. If you say so." I point to a cookie on a bench. "That cookie over there scrolling on his phone, he came to me two years ago for a 'soulmate'. Back then, he was much more rugged and not quite cleaned up but there was a cookie who adored him for it."
"Really?"
I nodded my head. "It was because he was talkative. He had so much to say, and it was enough to swoon his partner that they've been together and held strong."
"So he's a chatterbox. Okay. Don't see how that would be appealing."
I roll my eyes. "There's something for every cookie. You are not special."
"Never said I was."
"Anyways! And those cookies," I point towards the couple near the clock tower. "They're getting married soon. In four months I believe. And they insisted I come to their wedding."
"Are you going?"
"I mean.. if my schedule allows me to, I don't see why not. And it'll be my first wedding, too."
"Your first?" She looks at me as if I grew a duckbill out of my mouth.
I blankly respond. "Yeah. My first. Why are you surprised? I don't go to weddings on the daily like you do."
She scoffs. "Oh please. I've only been to one, and as a cookie in it. Not as a guest." She leans in close to whisper. "But if I can be honest, I'd advise against it. Being in a wedding was a pain."
"Who's wedding was this even for?"
"My brother and his wife. There was a demand it had to be pristine perfect, so I had to be on stand-by on the daily. Maid of honor kind of thing, you know. I loved my sister-in-law, but I felt as though my brother's influence was negatively affecting her."
I tilt my head to the side, shifting in my seat to face Neapolitan Cookie, wanting to listen more. This was probably the only time I'll ever get to actually hear more about my friend.
"It's like.. ugh, my brother he is—was a bit of a control freak. He demanded perfection in everything. His wife though, the total opposite. At least she used to be. I don't what it was that he saw in her, but he loved her for it and now that contrast has just… been replaced. After that, it was hard to talk to her. I barely even had a good time at the wedding. I was put on task to make sure that cookies were doing what my brother expected, or they'll be kicked out." She laughs. But it's forced, breathless, like she's forcing herself to find the humor in these outrageous demands.
I feel indifferent. Like, I already don't like the way Neapolitan Cookie's brother sounds—sounded, but having little to no information on her, it was difficult. It was nice at least. Nice to hear Neapolitan Cookie actually talk about her past, even if it's in small dosages. "That's… really unfortunate to hear."
She shrugs. "Nothing you can really do, honestly. It was their wedding and it's supposed to be a memorable night for them."
"Yeah, but still-"
Neapolitan Cookie stands up and stretches her arms. "Anyways! I think I got my fill of the outdoors now. I should start getting back to Parfaedia by now." She looks down at me, softly smiling. "What are you gonna do?"
I look around the town, chewing the inside of my cheek. "I don't know.." That was a lie. And I'm hoping Neapolitan Cookie doesn't catch it and that becomes a whole conversation I truly didn't want to have. Not out here, at least.
"I do need to stop by the house and get the ice cream though."
A/N: Heya! Surprise surprise, my Valentine's Day gift is Cupid Cookie's special episode story. Separate from Give A Second Chance to Cupid and completely SFW as well. Here is Episode 1 from me to you, enjoy!
Episode 2: Here
"I really wanna find a cookie that really gets my vision, you know? See, I'm a very busy cookie with so much on her plate and having a partner who's just as busy would benefit when we come home after a long days of work to relax before doing again! I need a busy body! Not some couch potato!"
"What I want in a cookie? Oh well.. I guess someone who is kind and patient with nature, especially the flowers. I want them to show their gentleness with the greenery and adore the delicate petals of a fresh bloom."
"I want.. a cookie who isn't like me, but it's in a way that meshes well together. Like.. I run a tattoo shop and they run a flower shop next door, that kinda thing."
"I want-"
"I want-"
I really want-"
Those words repeat in my head as I note it all down on my cellphone. A cookie knows what a cookie wants when it comes to a romantic involvement with the matchmaker department. Which is only housing one employee at the moment.
Which is me, Cupid Cookie.
My procedures are the same as it ever was when I began,
Firstly, introduce yourself. "My name is Cupid Cookie and I am Earthbread's reliant matchmaker! Have a lot of love in your heart but need someone to share it with? You can always count on Cupid Cookie to find you your beloved! Just give me a ring and we can meet up and talk! Here's my number!"
Secondly, get to know the client. "Can you tell me about yourself? Hmm.. sounds interesting! You've got yourself an eventful/adventurous livelihood!"
Thirdly, ask who they're looking for in a cookie. This is the important step. "So, what are you looking for in a cookie? Is there any pet peeves we can avoid? Maybe someone who also likes what you like? Opposites attract type of thing?"
Fourth, set up the date. "I found a perfect spot in this location that fits the aesthetic for the both of you. Here, I purchased these flowers and made this card myself. But for all they know, it was you that purchased them! And relax, you're gonna be okay."
Fifth and final step, let the work of love take its course. The cookies have a wonderful time, set up for a second date and they get their happily ever after and I fulfill my quota of spreading love for the day and move on to the next.
Cookies are happy and in love with each other, they're not alone. I'm giving them their fairy tale happy ending, especially when they fill me in they've gotten married too. And, don't get me wrong, it fills my heart with happiness that I caused this.
Although,
I admit, I wish to receive the same thing.
After setting up the couple's night, watching them hitch it off for the next date, I return to my home. It's adorable and comforting, but it would be much better if I had someone there myself, too. It's quiet—too quiet—if I don't turn on the radio, causing a chill and discomfort to run through my dough.
Thankfully, I have a way of remedying that feeling within the cold confinements of my fridge. It's pink with a tangy yet tart flavor that makes my brain all fuzzy to think or remind me of my loneliness.
Berry juice.
Originating from the Hollyberry Kingdom, the berries are farmed and crushed into a fermented sugary drink that has been my comfort for—at least from what I can remember—a good few years.
As I peer into the fridge inside of my kitchen, I can see the chocolates in the heart shape molds still hardening before I coat them in a thin, red shell so they can also be used for gifts. Reaching out to touch one of them and looking at my gloved hand to see a little speck of the milk chocolate dot, yeah it needs more time in there.
Glancing back to the glass bottle filled with that elixir, I grab it by it's thick neck and pull it from it's cold cell. Just watching the way the red-pink liquid just swirl about in a graceful twirl, it makes my throat run dryer with desperation for something to drink. The white cap is unscrewed and I waste no time chugging it. I was never good at pacing myself with drinks, and I drank it up to the last drop. But it was fine, I knew where to get more.
My head gets fuzzy, my vision is slightly blurred as my face goes flushed. I drop the empty bottle in the trash and walk over to my bedroom. I would have flown over, but being airborne while tipsy has gotten me badly sick and I'm not in a cleaning mood right now.
Until I looked at the closed door down the hall of my home.
The ominous sight of it sat in the darkness, it makes my stomach churn the longer I look at it. I'll be okay, I've fought back on vomit before.
Just
Need to get into my room.
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Bzzt! Bzzt!
I am rudely awakened by the vibrations from my cellphone placed beside me on my pillow.
Ugh.
My eyes pry open carefully and go to the window covered by the curtains. The birds weren't even chirping yet, it was too early to be considered morning. Alas, messages were inbound.
There's only one cookie I knew that would do this.
Grabbing my phone with one hand as I wipe my eyes with the palm of my other, sniffling, I glance down at the bright screen to see my messenger.
One Unread Message from: Neapolitan Cookie
Of course.
I unlock my screen and open the bubble sat on the top of my screen.
Read, Good morning! I hope you're up because I am on my way right now!
"On her way?" I repeat with my sleep drenched voice.
It wasn't even seven in the morning yet. I'm not surprised, just slightly annoyed. She's been known to do this ever since we started becoming friends, but I had told her she can always come at a later date. She could at the very least find me some grace and time to clean myself up for guests.
So much for staying in bed all day, I need to get up and make myself look presentable.
Wash my hair, brush my teeth, wear my perfume, got my dress on, I'm pretty sure my wings look fluffy and presentable. My earrings—oh shit, the gold is slighting fading. Wait, can gold fade?
Knock! Knock! Knock!
She's already here?! "One second!" Not today, I guess.
I fly out of the bathroom, glancing at the hallway again before facing the front door. As I peer out the peephole, the first thing I see is a waffle cone witch hat. Yeah, that's her.
I open the door for her, not bothering to hide my exhaustion as she smiles at me. "You really gotta stop just inviting yourself in so early in the morning."
She hums a laugh before stepping inside. "Trains from here to Parfaedia take hours long, so that isn't entirely my fault. Besides," Neapolitan Cookie sits on my couch. "You would've been sleeping in if I don't show up early."
"I deserve a break here and there.."
"I thought love never had breaks. Your words, not mine."
Of course she would remember that. But jokes on her, I hold up my phone and show the screen to her face. "No schedules today. I had today off and would have spent it in my room."
Neapolitan Cookie frowns. "Even so, I don't think it's healthy to just stay in isolation for, well, who knows how long you've been doing that."
(Since I was twelve, I believe…)
I sit across from her, crossing my legs. "Okay so?"
"So," Neapolitan Cookie leans forward. "Let's go out together. Go around the town and get you outside more."
I open my mouth to speak—
"Outside of it being work related."
Never mind. Apparently she can read minds as well.
Neapolitan Cookie is a lot in a cookie. She hops on a train here before the top of the sun is over the horizon, takes control and the lead of things while I'm dragged, I mean, tagged along for the ride. I know I need to go out more and it's healthier for me, she knows that too hence her pushiness.
It's kinda annoying, but I wouldn't tell her that to her face.
I just sigh. "Okay, I'll go and get my purse."
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We walk up to the coffee shop down the block considering neither of us had breakfast yet. I would have made something, but my breakfast schedule would considered a brunch type of meal. I can smell the rich coffee and pastries just halfway down the sidewalk. Stepping inside, it's comfortably busy with cookies sat in booths—oh hey, I know those two. I paired them up a few months ago.
I can't fight the little smile growing on my face to see them still together even after-wait, what's going on?
I don't notice we're just one more cookie away from approaching the counter to order, my brows furrowed on the couple. One cookie's back is faced to me, speaking to them as their head lowers with a shake. The cookie across is bewildered, bringing a hand up to their mouth as their face tensed. Eyes squeezing shut tight as they get up from the table and run out through the entrance.
What was that all about?
"Cupid Cookie," Neapolitan Cookie asks me, "what do you wanna get?"
"Hazelnut Mocha with a shot of espresso and a warm cherry pastry." I don't waste any time ordering my usual whenever I would stop by. My eyes stay on the cookie hunched over the table at the booth who's partner, the one I matched them with, had just left the shop. "Give me a moment." I fly away from her.
As I fly over, I slow my speed slightly. Changing my demeanor to be casual and not as if I just saw their partner leave with tears rolling down their cheeks. A serene smile is on my face, my eyes are sweet and caring, and I fly over to their side. "Good morning." I greet softly.
They look at me, alarmed before lowering their head.
"It's been a while since I've seen you. Mind if I sit with you?"
They look at me, the corner of their mouth twitching.
"Okay, I won't. No worries." Now I'm stood there awkwardly. "Have things been going alright with your beloved, dear?"
Their brows furrow and twitch at my words, expression slowly forming into a sneer towards me.
I shrink ever so slightly, my kind demeanor I could feel it begin to crack from their negativity.
"You're the last cookie I ever want to see right now." Their voice was low and strained. They suddenly stand up and leave the booth, purposefully nudging into my shoulder as they walk out as well.
I'm caught off guard. My shoulder slightly twinges from the contact, but it doesn't hurt as much as the burn I could sense from their heart.
I wanted to come here to announce something about my OCxCanon fic, "Give a Second Chance to Cupid"
I do want to say, I am happy that those who are coming across it have read it and enjoyed. However, after many thoughts on it, I have decided to discontinue the series.
This is why,
When I first wrote this fic, I had rejoined the fandom and made a proper OC called Cupid Cookie who was a self insert until I began to flesh her out more to become her own character/OC.
And during this time, I started seeing Shadow Milk Cookie as a F/O and wanted to write the two having a messy relationship solely because I am not normal about this fucking clown. This was during the time where I was still figuring out Cupid Cookie's personality and story.
Overtime, I started writing other OCs in the CRK fandom (Misfit Cookie, Neapolitan Cookie, Rhubarb Kitty Cookie and Raspberry Jam Cookie) where there stories started become fleshed out with more story ideas.
When it comes to Cupid Cookie and writing her, I finally gave it more thought and wrote scenarios outside of Shadow Milk Cookie's involvement in the story, I realized the current one with her wasn't doing her justice. And I don't want this fic to be an introduction to her.
So, I have decided to discontinue the series and work on another one that actually does her character justice. It might be a while before I can get to working on it but I do hope you all enjoy it when it starts being posted.
I have so many NSFW fic ideas that I wanna write, but I am hesitant because it genuinely feels like I can't write anything without someone looking too into it and pulling me in for questioning
I just find it fun writing nasty fics sometimes, please don't look too deep into it
don’t know who needs to hear this but no, you’re not giving “constructive criticism” if the author didn’t specifically ask you for constructive criticism. you’re just being entitled, rude and overall an unpleasant jerk to be telling fanfic writers they shouldn’t have done this or they should have done that, or that it’s “out of character for (x) to be doing or saying this” — especially when they were kind enough to let you read their works, something they wrote for themselves, for free. fuck off
if at any point you’re dissatisfied with what you’re reading, quietly exit the fic and keep your opinions to yourself. no one forces you to read anything. fanfic writers don’t have to please you. you’re not receiving a customer service where you pay for something and can outright say what you dislike. you’re just allowed to read something the authors are passionate about, something they were kind enough to share with you for free. you’re not allowed to be an entitled prick just because the gift is not to your personal liking. again, fuck off.
You made a nice tray of brownies and set them out with a little hand written note of the ingredients and leave it by the table
You chat and have a nice time until someone comes up to you and tells you the texture of your brownies is wrong and also they have a nut allergy and nearly died
You stutter out that the note specifically highlighted the walnuts (you underlined it in bright pink highlighter) and that if they didnt like gooey brownies there were a few other trays that seem more cakey
This is an environment where you have not opted into being judged for your baking skills and so being critisied is rude and uncomfortable
Most public sites arent your house, theu are a community and a certain level of decorum should be practiced
the only person responsible for you is yourself. this means it is entirely on you to:
check the tags on fic
block people/tags that cause you distress
look up trigger warnings for shows/movies/books
if you cannot find warnings, or something hasn't been tagged, make a decision for yourself as to if you proceed or not
register when something is causing you distress, and stop consuming that thing
If you have a severe nut allergy and are given a snack you've never tried before, you ask what the ingredients are. If you eat it without checking and have a reaction, that's on you, not the stranger who gave it to you who has no idea what you're allergic to.
A/N: I have a bit of a new ship I haven't seen a lot content of purely for self indulgence purposes. And what a way to write the first fic of it for Day 2 of Kinktober. Prompt, Kidnapping.
Warnings - Kidnapping, Noncon, Cunnilingus
It was nearly midnight as an enormous crowd of cookies gathered around the brightly lit stage. Glow sticks flickering between neon pink and neon blue, glitter smeared around their eyes as their hearts pumped with excitement. And within the crowd, a cookie cheers; "Shine on! Shine on!"
Then more cookies joined in, a chant that began to roar throughout the venue. Fists holding glow sticks pumped in the air with every shout. The large screen was counting down as music played.
10!
9!
8!
The volume increases.
7!
6!
5!
4!
The chanting of words turn into screams and yells of excitement.
3!
2!
1!
It was time for the show to begin! The cookies cheer loudly, waving their arms in the air for their idol, Shining Glitter Cookie, to come on center stage and blow the whole venue away.
The excitement then lowered in volume. Ten seconds had already passed, wouldn't the pop idol be here by now? Cookies began murmuring,
"Where is she?"
"This isn't like her."
"Shining Glitter Cookie! Come out, please!"
Then a cookie wearing a uniform for the venue walks up to the stage, his face riddled with worry and confusion. He approached the mic and cleared his throat. "Good evening, everyone!" He starts, "We apologize for the sudden delay of Shining Glitter Cookie's entrance. We're figuring things out right now, and we thank you for your patience!" He flashed a smile before walking off to speak to his team, the crowd's volume of confusion and upset growing louder.
"She's not in her dressing room!"
"Did she leave?"
Another staff member shook her head. "No, her car is still here!"
A sharp inhale is heard as he begins to pace back and forth. "Where could she have gone?!"
Earlier.
Shining Glitter Cookie pulled up to the venue, the roar of her red hot ride lured the crowd to her as she parks the car. They greet her cheers of excitement, being pushed between the security staff as they attempt to reach for her.
"Hey guys! Hi! It's so nice to see you all again!" She smiled brightly, waving at the cookies and winking at them. "Sure, I'll sign this for you!" She happily takes the piece of merchandise, marks her signature on it and hands it back. "Oh my ovens, you guys are so kind and sweet to me! I can't wait to see you all in a few hours!"
As she nears the venue to her dressing room while greeting her fans, her blue and pink eyes fall on a cookie. They were away from the crowd and their features were hidden, but yet they were stood facing her. Staring at her.
The idol's smile dropped, brows furrowing as a weird tense feeling begins to tighten in her chest. "Wha.."
And with one blink, they vanish.
Her heart nearly stops. It was so sudden. Did anyone else see them as well?
"Shining Glitter Cookie,"
She nearly jumps out of her dough, whipping her head fast to be faced with a staff member. "Y-yeah?"
"Your room is over here! Would you like for us to bring you some water as you settle in?"
Shining Glitter Cookie stutters at first, but quickly nodded her head. "Y-yeah. Yeah! That'd be nice!" She smiles.
Now, she was in her dressing room. Nothing had changed over than the obvious light cleaning a cookie must have done at the last minute. No worries. It wasn't a big deal since she doesn't use this room too often. She sits in front of her mirror, looking at her reflection when-
"Oh crumbs." She leans forward as she brought her hand up to her face. A bit of her make up appears to have been smudged. "Okay, where is my…" Shining Glitter Cookie looked around her vanity for her makeup bag. "Ah! Right here!" She snatched up her sequin bag, unzips it and fished out a protected covered make up brush and her eyecing shadow palette.
There was knock at her door.
"Come in!" She called out, not turning away from the mirror as she applies her makeup.
The door opens and closes, footsteps being heard behind her.
"Hey, thanks for bringing the snacks for me! You can just leave it on the table."
She keeps her gaze focused on the brushstrokes, adding a bit of makeup to touch it up. But, her eyes shift on the mirror and she could see who was in the room with her. And she goes stiff as a board.
They're here. Stood behind her.
Shining Glitter Cookie turns around to face them, but immediately is grabbed and yanked out of her chair. A hand grabs her face to cover her mouth to muffle her screams as she thrashed around to escape their grasp.
"Ehehehe!" The cookie gave out a giggle too joyful. "Oooh, you're quite a feisty little thing aren't you?!" The shrill voice gives out. "Now now, sparkles, I have something better in mind for than this cheap set up!"
In front of them, the air sucks in and the room twists until a black void was opened. Shining Glitter Cookie goes still, where did that come from? What was that? They approached rapidly and leaped in.
Strung up and held up by her wrists, Shining Glitter Cookie looked around the dark blue and black room. There's strings wrapped tightly around her mouth, muffling her noises. "Mm?! Hmph!" She shifts about while dangling in the air, trying to free herself.
"It's so nice to see the act and performance going strong with the younger generation!" That reedy voice again.
She looks around, trying to locate the source.
Then a cookie poofs before her, wearing a black and blue sapphire clothing meant for a royal jester. The eyes in his tentacle hair stare at her, pupils dilate to take every piece of her in. "Hmm, but I'm a bit critical on your lyrics and music. Amping these cookies up with honeyed words and drilling their brains with false hope! Is that what is trendy nowadays?!"
She was unsettled by how many eyes on him were all focused on her. Each blinking individually.
"Hmm," He taps his chin with the bright bulbous head of his staff. "I will give it to you! It's almost like lying! I can give respect to another trickster such as myself!" He gave out a cackle. "Oh oh! You must have so much to say right now but you're currently eating a bunch of strings, huh? Here, I'll remove those pesky things for you." He snap his fingers.
And the tightness around her face had lessened. "Wh..where am I? Who are you?"
The pale blue cookie dramatically gasped, placing a hand over his chest. "Whose moi?! Oh! I'm offended! After I gave you all of that praise, you don't know who I am?!" Then he drops the act and gave a smile. "I'm sure you've heard more than once, hm? Being approached by those obsessed followers who tell you with their little fragile heart and soul how wonderful you are and how you changed their life for the better! And then just crush it when you can't remember them, hm?!"
Shining Glitter Cookie was bewildered by his words. Who the hell does this guy think he is?
"Oh! You know! Just a cookie who knows and sees everything!"
"H-huh?! I didn't say-"
"You don't need to! I can also read your thoughts as well! For someone who dolls herself in pink and glitter, you really got a potty mouth, don't you?!" He snickers.
She feels disgusted. "Why am I here? What do you want?"
"Collaboration." He says with a grin. He began to float around her. "We're both performers, aren't we? We live for the stage, the center of attention, gathering the crowd to amuse them with acts where the lies are woven in."
"I-I'm not a liar-"
"Ha!" His outburst interrupts her. "Oh, you're funny! And I thought I was the clown!" He leans into her face. "You mean to tell me you have never, in your whole sparkly shimmer-y life, have never told a single lie? Hm hm! I bet you never listen to your own music, do you?! All this talk off having high potential and the likes! Oh, it's so delicious when they find out eventually, it's nothing but a farce. Decorated with neon paint rhinestones!" Then he claps his hands. "I have to give you a round of applause for that!"
Shining Glitter Cookie shakes her head. "That isn't true. I don't intend to lie to my fans! I mean every word of it! S-so no, I will not be collaborating with you."
The clown cookie's smile dropped and the clapping of his hands slowed until there was heavy silence. There's a gem in the center of his fluffy ruffled collar, glowing a dark blue light as the slitted eye stares into the pop idol's soul. It makes him laugh. "You really thought you could lie to Master of Deceit, did you?" His snickering was low, nasty, malicious. He gets closer to her, face to face, and he's just smiling. His blue eyes look down as he grabbed the sides of her waist.
She flinched from feeling his cold hands on her exposed dough. "What are you doing?!"
He doesn't answer her. He moves his hands up to, going past her shirt until he feels the soft fabric of her bra. Pulling the shirt up, he gives a low whistle. Staring at her breasts held up in her pink and black bra to take it all in before groping and squeezing them.
"S-stop!" She yells, trying to pull away from him.
He hooks a finger under the fabric and lifts it up, pupils dilating when they just drop with a bit of bounce to them. "Oooh look at that! They got some jiggle to them! Let me tell you, I'm a bit of a tits guy myself and yours are soooo delicious!" He leans to latch on her breast, rolling his tongue around the areola and flicking at the nipple until it hardened.
Shining Glitter Cookie scrunched her face up and jerked her body around to pull away. But his arms are wrapped around her, keeping her as close to him as possible.
He pulled away from her tit before latching onto the other one, and this time he bites and sucks on it. When he releases, he sees his mark left behind and it causes his hair to splay and stretch like wild tentacles.
She could feel how wet her chest was and it was vile. Her breathing is heavy, dough hot and sweaty while trembling with fear. Her heart nearly jumps from her chest as she could feel her skirt raise and her panties being tugged at. "No! No no no! Stop! Please stop!"
"You got wet from having your tits sucked?! Are you a titty girl or have you never been touched like that before?" He asked as he could see her arousal leave a wet string behind as he pulled the matching pair down. Past her toned thighs, to her knees until they were completely removed from her dough. He holds it with just his finger hooked on the band, dangling it mindlessly. "A matching set, too?! Are you one of those performers? Cookies these days will do anything for fame, will they?!"
Shining Glitter Cookie squeezed her thighs shut tightly, aggressively shaking her head. "D-don't do this!"
"Eh? Don't do what?" He questions with fake innocence. "Oh, you think I'm gonna fuck you! Mmm. It's tempting! But nah, not today." He kneels down to her lower half. His hair wraps around her ankles and thighs, pulling them apart as he gets real close and personal with her bare pussy. "You'll learn to embrace your position as a performer and a liar, just like myself. Maybe some light encouragement will make you see it too." He sticks his tongue, leaning in close.
She threw her head back when he drags a long stripe along her delicate spot. "Ghk-!" It felt cool and wet on her, puffy lips now wet from the clown's spit. Feeling him do it again at a slow, torturous pace, makes her stomach churn.
"Mm.. have you never been licked here before?" His tone was sickeningly sweet. "Wanna see a magic trick?"
"Kyaaa!" She screams when his tongue pushed into cunt, and she could feel the slimy muscle extend inside. It rubbed and dragged along her soft insides, squirming and wriggling. Her hips jerk forward, thighs squeeze around his head as she fails to fight the noises of pleasure escaping her. She keeps her head up, trying to ignore the feeling and avoid his serpent like eyes. Her eyes were watery, her head was swimming.
It was too much.
He hums a high pitch giggle, bringing his hand up to her bare mound. His thumb hovered over her clit and he just gently pressed the pad of the digit against it.
This sends a nerve shooting up the idol's spine and another cry leaves her. Her head drops, eyes widened and watery as tears spilled down her cheeks.
Worst mistake.
Their eyes meet.
And the twisted bastard has the nerve to smile at her.
More strings are summoned, wrapped around her head to keep it down so she can keep watching him.
It's a shared performance after all. Both actors need to be making contact to be in sync with each other for their cues on the stage.
He rubs her clit faster now, pressing down harder to hear that noise from her again.
"S-stop! I-it's so much!" She whimpers and whines out. Her hands are balled up in tight fists above her. Then she began to clench around his tongue, her nerves becoming more sensitive as her clit throbs. A feeling she knows to well.
No.
No.
Not to him.
Not because of him!
She tries to pull away again, her noises growing higher in pitch. She feels him squirm his tongue inside much faster, and it expands in thickness. Her clit is rubbed faster now, he's forcing her to come for him. "H-hh..o-oh my w-witches! No! No!" She shuts her eyes tightly and squeezed her lips shut to muffle her moan as she comes on his tongue. Her dough jerks and twitches from the intensity, breathing shaky and staggered while her pussy clenched on his tongue.
Everything was still.
Only her heaving breathing being the only noise within the space.
Then she gasped, looking down bewildered. Why was he moving his tongue inside again? Why hasn't he let go?
"Hehehe! Look at you so confused! I'm not stopping until I practically have you ruined on my tongue."
Back at the venue, the crowd was preparing to leave.
Angered, annoyed, even betrayed, cookies had their night ruined due to the lack of the glittery cookie idol's performance.
The staff was giving it their all to convince them to stay longer with the promise that surely, Shining Glitter Cookie will be here and will perform. But their hope and promise felt empty and fading.
But then the lights shut on loudly, causing the leaving cookies to whip their heads to face the stage.
There in the center.
Was Shining Glitter Cookie.
"Wh-who.. wants a show?!" She yelled into her microphone.
The crowd cheers and scamper back like a herd of cream sheep, surrounding the front while waving and screaming for her attention.
Music kicks back up and she does her extremely delayed performance, moving across the stage with her mic stand, dancing along the rhythm.
In the crowd, one cookie leans to the other and loudly asks, "Hey, is it me or does she look a bit exhausted?!"
The cookie stops cheering and stares at the large screen where the musical cookie was displayed. Then shakes her head. "Nah! It could just be her makeup looks smudged is all!"
