Since pure vanilla obviously loves white lily, I feel like he would (unknowingly maybe) start neglecting y/n if he were with them. So, what about PV with a reader that would leave him in a heartbeat if timekeeper (definitely not picking her just because she's my favorite) or shadow milk showed romantic interest in them?
Things had been tense for a while in your relationship with Pure Vanilla...but the tension only grew once White Lily returned. It was hard to not see the way he looked at her, gaze full of longing and love...
You knew he cared about you, but it was clear that he loved her more. Even if he didn't say anything aloud...not even to you.
He didn't mean to neglect you, and you knew it...but there was so much on his mind that he barely seemed to be able to pay mind to you. Still, you waited...wanting to see if there was perhaps a way to fix your relationship.
That was, until...you met a Cookie who looked at you with the same fierce love he directed at White Lily.
Shadow Milk
Shadow Milk had been planning for a while to drive a wedge in your relationship with Pure Vanilla...he deserves to have his heart broken, after all!
Seeing the tension created by White Lily's awakening makes for some delicious drama, too...he can't help but laugh at how Pure Vanilla is ruining his own relationships, slowly poisoning it without him even having to lift a finger!
But...the thought of you being overlooked, replaced by some other Cookie who is just deemed to be "better" in the eyes of the one you care about, gives him...an uncomfortable feeling. Like he feels...sorry for you...
He's not going to unpack any of that, nope! But he does take more of an interest in you...
As you travel to the Spire, you feel like...there's always something watching you...but there's nothing there whenever you turn to look. You try not to think about that, or about how happy White Lily and Pure Vanilla seem to be traveling together...
It's hard not to feel a little bit relieved when White Lily separates from the group. Even then, though, you can tell Pure Vanilla is still thinking about her...you try not to feel upset. Not when there are more important things to focus on.
And then, to your surprise...Pure Vanilla wakes you gently the next morning, smiling softly at you. He holds your hand as you all travel to the top of the Spire, he seems to keep stealing glances at you every so often...for the first time in a while, you really feel seen by him.
...it's quite a shock to everyone, and especially to you, that it wasn't actually Pure Vanilla...but Shadow Milk in disguise! You can't help but feel heartbroken, having your hopes briefly rise only for it to all be a lie...
Except that...even as Shadow Milk plays his games with everyone, he continues to treat you in that same kind, warm manner. Maybe it's just to get at Pure Vanilla, but...even when you're alone and there's no one else around, he still acts like that.
To have the spotlight finally focused on you...it feels wonderful. But you can't just...betray your partner like this...especially not with him of all Cookies, can you...?
"Does he deserve your loyalty, though?" Shadow Milk points out if you voice any of these worries. "Think about it: wouldn't he betray you for that half-baked Guardian if he had the chance?" He gives a fanged grin. "...hasn't he already done it?"
It...gives you something to think about. Enough that even if you don't reciprocate his flirting, or the small affectionate gestures...you don't stop him, either.
In the end, after everything in the Spire...you come to your decision. You calmly approach Pure Vanilla in his new, awakened form...and break things off with him, as gently as you can.
He's very obviously shocked, heartbroken...but he tries not to show it. He gives you a soft smile...telling you he understands. (In the back of your mind, a now-familiar voice whispers that he seems relieved, doesn't he??)
In the night, you vanish without a trace...at least, that's what it seems like to the others. In truth, Shadow Milk appeared and offered his hand to you...and you left without looking back.
Once your friends encounter you again, they'll shout accusations at him about "brainwashing" and "kidnapping"...but you and he both know that what you have...isn't actually a lie.
He'll regularly hold you close, pressing kisses against your neck...saying that Pure Vanilla was obviously a fool to not see how much of a star you are, and promising that he'll never let you go.
Timekeeper
"Well! Aren't you an interesting puzzle?" is how she first greets you. Seeming to appear from out of nowhere, hovering above you on a giant pair of scissors...tilting her head as she scans you up and down.
You're a little taken aback at first...is she referring to you? Her grin only seems to widen, and she inches closer to you. "Who else? I've seen a lot of interesting timelines...believe it or not, you're in the thick of a lot of them! Now..." Her eyes gleam as she inches ever closer. "I want to know everything. Tell me about you!"
With interest like that, it's hard to not divulge...and in return, she tells you about alternate versions of yourself that she's seen, as well as the various oddities that pop up throughout time and space.
She makes a few more infrequent visits, here and there. It isn't long before she offers a crazy proposition to you: to leave Pure Vanilla and run away with her instead!
You feel perhaps a small twinge of hesitance...but when you think about the way Pure Vanilla looks at White Lily, how he looks at you, and finally how Timekeeper looks at you with such warmth and fascination...you feel your reservations melting away.
Pure Vanilla tries to take the breakup as graciously as he can...and largely succeeds. Perhaps due to the rift that had already been growing between you both.
Hearing that you're leaving the timeline with another Cookie is...a bit more of a shock! He struggles to process this, stammers that you know you can return here any time...(He hopes, at least. He's not fully sure how...these timelines work...)
Timekeeper is elated that you've agreed to her offer, and quickly sweeps you into a tight hug, spinning you around a few times before placing you right in front of her on her scissors!
You're whisked off to the TBD, introduced to everyone there...Timekeeper is proud to tell everyone that you're her partner! So she expects them all to treat you very well!
Everyone is perhaps a little shocked at the sudden declaration, but of course they listen to her...it's not long before you're well-accepted by the group.
You hear rumors that Timekeeper is a hard one to track down, always seeming to appear and disappear on whims...but for you? You find that the second you start to miss her, she'll suddenly appear...either bringing you a gift, or offering to bring you on some kind of adventure!
It makes you feel special. Whenever you thank her for that, she grins widely...and also blushes, fiddling with her scissors. "Well! You are, you know! Doesn't that mean you deserve to feel that way?"
Warning for implied past non-consensual and current acts towards the mc.
It was late, you were put in charge to close the shop alone for the night, which was nothing new. However you regretted taking longer with cleaning as you realized the time passed, and you missed your chance to watch Pierrot's final show.
"I hope he'll understand why I didn't go...I feel terrible..." You sighed as you walked alone down the street in the dark towards your home.
Then you halted as you started to smell something near by...
It smelled sweet...strong...Like a freshly baked cake. You looked to your left and noticed you were standing before a alleyway. That looked more darker than usual...Or perhaps it always looked like this at this hour. You never noticed until now.
You knew you should of continued walking, but something was drawing you into that alley like a call. Then you slowly stepped inside and started to find yourself moving forward. As the darkness slowly started to consume your body, but it felt right oddly enough.
Then you stopped and your heart skipped a beat as you noticed something was in the dark before you. Standing here, silent and unmoving. Then their eyes opened and they glowed bright yellow.
"W-who's there?" Your voice trembled and you tried to move back but you were frozen in fear.
The figure then finally started to move, stepping towards you, their breathing loud and heavy. And with their steps, came the sounds of bells jingling.
"S-stand back! I--I'll--" You stopped talking as the figure was now inches from you, then leaned in close to your face, breathing more heavier.
"Why didn't you come to see me, my dear?" The figure spoke, their voice sounded both hurt and angry.
That's when you recognized it and realized who it was. "P-Pierrot?"
"I hoped you would come...I planned it all just for you...It was my greatest show...Yet you didn't arrive." He paused for a moment, then spoke more, his fanged grin showing brightly to you. "I thought maybe you went to see Harlequin. I feared you chose him instead...So I visited him...I made sure he paid for taking you away. But then I realized you weren't with him...He tried to say before but...I might of gotten a little ahead of myself in my emotional state..."
You stepped back finally, eyes widened in fear. "P-Pierrot...What did you do to Harlequin?"
Pierrot smiled more, as if nothing was wrong. "He'll live. Just needs time to recover is all."
"Pierrot...I'm sorry. I swear I wanted to go but my work was--"
"Work?" He leaned in, eyes wide as he peered at you. "You mean you didn't see me because of work? You mean the fault is your boss? I knew he was a bad man...I should of handled him before when I had the chance."
"What?! NO! Pierrot please listen! It's not his fault! It's no ones fault! I am to blame! I wasn't fast enough with cleaning. I got too careless with the time. I'm sorry!" Your eyes started to build up with tears as you felt guilty for what happened. For what happened to Harlequin for your own actions.
"My dear..." Pierrot gently cupped your face in his hands, looking at you with sympathetic gaze as your tears fell. "Do not cry...You're not to blame. You're never to blame. I know you'll never do anything wrong or to harm me. I know you so well...Both outside...and inside~."
"W-what--" You were cut off as Pierrot leaned in and kissed you, not wasting his time pushing his tongue into your mouth, as he deepened the kiss.
Your eyes widened in shock, you tried to push him off but he wouldn't move. Then you started to find yourself weakening from the kiss, starting to like it.
You tried to resist it though, tried to hate it. Yet you found yourself melting in it, sinking more into the pleasure forced from it. You accidentally let out a moan, and Pierrot responded with excitement from it as he pulled back.
You started to breathe, to catch your breath. Your mind was racing, trying to process what just happened.
While Pierrot only grinned with love struck eyes as he stared at you. "I knew you'd remember me, my dear~."
"I--" You paused, recognizing that taste in your mouth...You knew it...You tasted it before...Wait...It was that-- "Pierrot you...What did you do to me?" You looked at him with horror, confusion and fear.
"I showed you my love again, my dear~. I knew the moment I saw you, I had to have you~. And that night, the way you responded to it...To me~..." He grinned with a mad look in his eyes as he recalled the memory of that night. "I couldn't help myself...I knew you wanted it too...I could sense it~..."
You finally felt the strength to move more as you stepped back. You stared at him with fear as you were about to run.
"My dear? Please don't try to run again...You know I might not be able to control myself if you do~."
You didn't listen as you turned and started to race out of the alleyway. You moved in a panic but before you could even make it halfway out, you were instantly caught and pinned down to the ground.
Pierrot looked down at you, his eyes glowing bright as he grinned widely, his breathing more sporadic as he chuckled. "I can't let you get away, my dearest~. I won't let you get away again~."
You tried to move, push and kick him off, but he kept you locked beneath him, he was over powering you.
Then he started to lean in closer, as he forcefully intertwined his fingers with yours. "I promise...I'll take good care of you, my love~."
god your yandere smc lives rent free in my head i wanna punch him, kick him in the shin and then give him a lil kiss
also if you're feeling up for it and your requests are open, would you mind writing some headcanons about yandere smc w/ a reader who is defiant but not really in the "kicking, yelling, screaming" way but in the "i will do my best to make your life miserable and inconvenience you as much as possible " (think refusing to talk or engage, entertaining herself in isolation, snarky backtalk; very much "cat making eye contact with you while pushing a glass off the table" energy, defiant yet still subdued)
bonus points if the reader is usually an affectionate person and continues to be like that w/ candy apple (hugs her/pats her head, speaks nicely and sweetly to her, treats her like a lil sis/daughter)
thank you so much for your time!! your writing is amazing!!
a/n: i'm flattered! and please do feel free to do so, anon... he more than deserves it with how he's been treating the reader in my fics.
— yandere! shadow milk cookie x defiant! reader hcs
໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა ۪ ׂ CONTENT WARNING: manipulation, physical abuse, heavy possessive and obssessive behavior, unhealthy relationship, implied forced established relationship, mentioned and implied mindbreak, stalking, potential ooc.
𖦁 oh, he would adore your defiance! shadow milk cookie loves games, and he would view your defiance as such and daresay, it certainly has became his favorite game, even taking over the throne of his most beloved hobby of breaking cookies apart and observing them falling down the never-ending rabbit hole from illusions.
𖦁 your distant attitude towards him wouldn't faze him whatsoever either, and if anything, his lovesickness would delude himself into thinking it was a natural reaction of yours from being in love; oh, you're not listening? oh, that is no biggie for him! he'll simply blabber your ears off, isolating yourself? has his dear forgotten? he is an omniscient presence within earthbread and his kingdom, there is no way to flee from him, he'll just trail along behind you! being a petulant thing against him? oh, that's adorable! surely, you jest! breaking one his precious gifts he spent his time on solely for you? oh, silly little you! how clumsy you are! being such a nice lover, he'll put it back together! you didn't mean to break that, don't you? you didn't, right? he'd break your arms. regardless of how you much you pay no heed to his presence, he is an everlasting existence and will forever be right beside you! there is no escaping him and his sight, it is just as fate concluded, after all!
𖦁 candy apple cookie—although, you treat her nicely—doesn't mean you're still exempted from her trickery: for her undying loyalty to shadow milk cookie overshadows anything to her; she'd allow you to braid her hair, all the while inquiring you why you loathe shadow milk cookie when he's just protecting you from the cookies outside, in love even! in that sickenly sweet tone of hers dripping with deceit. she'd even ask you to come with her for something she proclaimed was in dire need of help for only to lead you to back to shadow milk cookie with a cheerful face, giddily probbing shadow milk cookie if she did good.
𖦁 to shadow milk cookie, your defiance is none but a mere game to him, however, the moment you went against him and betrayed him by helping pure vanilla cookie within his spire? oh, that is when he actually takes your advances seriously. why are /you/ helping that pesky little thief? can't you comprehend that he's punishing him for taking what was his? don't tell him that you fell for that querulous cookie's lies? yes, surely, pure vanilla cookie did something to you that turned you against him, truly! what a fiend, stealing his soul jam and then you? oh, he is gonna crumble him into pieces! he vows on the witches the moment he's done with him he would be beyond recognization. you, on the other hand, unmistakably needed some tweaking—yes, he'd need to find a way for you to not do that again, surely, his sweet dear wouldn't mind being confined, would they?
a/n: extremely short compared to my other works but i do hope its fine.
Hi!!! Sorry if requests aren’t open, but can you do another yandere Pure Vanilla cookie story?? I don’t really have any requests about what it’s about but I REALLY liked the first one :3
𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐑. a feeling of love or passion for someone
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 yandere pure vanilla cookie short one-shot
warnings: obsessive and possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, descriptions of injury, potentially ooc
A/N: I'm so glad you liked the first one! Pure Vanilla Cookie has always been my favorite, so I had to do him justice, of course. Since this doesn't suggest anything specific, I'll go ahead and present yandere Pure Vanilla Cookie when his beloved gets hurt. Enjoy!
The Vanilla Kingdom’s radiance seemed dimmer tonight, as if the stars themselves had hidden behind a veil of sorrow. Pure Vanilla Cookie moved swiftly through the castle halls, his golden staff glowing faintly in the dark. Every step echoed with purpose, every fiber of his being consumed by a single thought: You had been hurt.
The words spoken to him earlier replayed in his mind like a haunting melody. "There’s been an incident," the servant had said, her voice trembling. "It’s Y/N…" The rest of her explanation blurred into a haze as panic gripped him. Without another word, he had abandoned his duties, his heart racing as he made his way to the medical wing.
Now, as he pushed open the door, his eyes fell upon you, sitting on the edge of a bed. The sight of you, so fragile and small, sent a pang of anguish through his chest. Bandages wrapped around your arm, and faint bruises marred your delicate skin. He didn’t need to ask how much it hurt—the mere sight of it was enough to break him.
"Y/N," he whispered, his voice trembling as he approached. His knees hit the ground before you, his hands hovering near yours as though afraid to touch you and cause more pain. "What happened? Who did this to you?"
You looked up, startled by the intensity in his voice. "It’s not as bad as it looks," you said softly, offering him a weak smile. "I wasn’t paying attention and tripped in the garden. It’s nothing serious, I promise."
But your words did nothing to ease the storm in his heart. His eyes roved over your injuries, his expression darkening with every scrape and bruise he discovered. His fingers ghosted over the bandages, careful not to disturb them.
"Nothing serious?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a dangerous edge to it, like the calm before a thunderstorm. "You’re hurt, Y/N. That is very serious to me."
You tried to pull your hand away, but his grip tightened ever so slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to hold you in place. "It was just an accident," you insisted. "No one’s to blame—"
"Someone is always to blame," he interrupted, his voice firm. He stood abruptly, pacing the room as his mind raced. "Where were the guards? The healers? Why wasn’t someone there to stop this from happening?"
"It’s not their fault!" you said, louder this time. The sharpness in your tone made him pause, his eyes snapping back to you. "I don’t want anyone getting in trouble over this. It’s my fault for not being careful."
His expression softened, but it wasn’t the comforting kind you were used to. There was something unsettling in the way he looked at you, his gaze filled with an unease that was enough to disturb you.
"My beloved," he said, his voice dripping with sweetness that felt almost suffocating. He stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands. "You are not at fault. You could never be at fault. This world is cruel, and it’s my duty to shield you from its dangers."
"Pure Vanilla…" you began, but he silenced you with a gentle press of his forehead against yours.
"I failed you today," he whispered, his voice thick with guilt. "But I swear, it won’t happen again. I’ll make sure you’re safe. Always."
You wanted to argue, to tell him he was overreacting, but something in his tone made you hesitate. There was an intensity in his words, a promise that felt more like a warning.
He pulled away, his serene smile returning as he gently guided you to lie back on the bed. "Rest now," he said softly. "You need to heal. I’ll take care of everything."
Before you could protest, he turned and left the room, the door clicking shut behind him.
-
Pure Vanilla Cookie sat in his chambers, his golden staff resting against his chair. The light from the moon filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. But he paid them no mind. His focus was entirely on the parchment in front of him—a list of names.
The guards who had been stationed in the garden. The healers who were supposed to be nearby. Even the castle staff who might have passed by. He wrote down every name he could think of, his handwriting sharp and precise.
Someone had failed you.
He couldn’t forgive that. He wouldn’t.
"Your safety is my priority," he murmured to himself, dipping his quill into the inkpot once more. "If they cannot protect you, they have no place here."
There was no malice in his tone, only a chilling calmness that made his words all the more unsettling. To him, this wasn’t cruelty. It was necessary.
He would speak to each of them personally. He would ensure they understood the consequences of their negligence. And if they couldn’t meet his expectations?
He would remove them.
-
You woke to the sound of birds chirping outside your window. The pain in your arm had dulled to a faint ache, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to relax.
But as you sat up, you noticed something strange. A folded piece of parchment rested on the bedside table, the seal of the Vanilla Kingdom pressed into the wax.
Curious, you opened it, your eyes scanning the elegant handwriting inside.
My dearest Y/N,
I hope you slept well. Please, don’t worry about anything. Everything is under control. I’ve spoken to those responsible, and I’ve ensured this will never happen again.
Your safety means more to me than anything in this world. Rest assured, I will always protect you—no matter what it takes.
With all my love,
Pure Vanilla Cookie
Your hands trembled as you read the note, an uneasy feeling settling in your chest. The words were sweet, but there was an undertone to them that you couldn’t ignore.
You glanced at the door, half-expecting him to walk in with that serene smile of his. But the room remained silent, save for the sound of your racing heartbeat.
No matter what it takes.
The words echoed in your mind, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that Pure Vanilla Cookie’s love for you was far more dangerous than you had ever realized.
Hey, hyper anon here...had this idea for a self aware cookie run x readers series or one shot If you're interested! It's kinda based off your imposter au!
Y/n gets transported into game and brought before the imposter! The imposter starts talking but then y/n claims they wanna talk to the imposter in private! When they talk in private, only the imposter and y/n, y/n reveals that they just want to live a normal life among cookies and they are totally fine with the imposter being the ruler of the cookies because they seem very cool and being a ruler seems too stressful (bonus: y/n doesn't feel worthy of being the cookie's ruler as well because they don't have powers or something like the imposter does...and bonus bonus if the imposter can do stuff like summon amazing cotton candy and stuff to bribe cookies with!) Imposter calls cookies in and apologizes for the misunderstanding and 'mistaking (favorite flavor) cookie as an imposter' and apologizes by helping them find a home and a place!
Oh and later on...cookies read imposter's dairy and discover that imposter is...well an imposter, and what their baker said to them and the little...deal they made (imposter being ruler, y/n just living their life as a normal cookie citizen of kingsom) but has an evil yet good plan (good in y/n's unknowing eyes, bad in cookie's eyes) where the imposter has slowly been bribing y/n and winning their heart so even if they are found out, y/n is singing their praises from on high and would vouch for them! (Example of bribes: giving y/n their favorite sweets, becoming their closest friend...which leads into something that would horrifying cookies more because jealousy, showing y/n amazing tricks, and taking them to places one could only DREAM of and more!) Thing that horrified cookies: the imposter was first doing it out of manipulation but is clearly starting to actually LIKE the baker and wants to be their friend...not to charm em to have the cookie's sweet baker singing their praises!
So, in order to get their y/n back and make y/n sing THEIR praises instead and make y/n WANT to he the center of their world...they start counter bribing! They start doing nice things to and for y/n, claiming that it's because they want to welcome y/n at first and then slowly up the spoiling...giving y/n more and more attention, making sure y/n is melting at THEIR fingertips and not the imposter's...making y/n desire them and not the imposter.
And when time is right...imposter is exposed! Imposter tries to get y/n on their side....buuut y/n can't resist the cookie's siren call of a sweet beckon and possibly a cute saying along the lines of 'oh sweetheart, come to [cute nickname they call themselves]' or 'oh [cute nickname], you shouldn't stress about this buisness...come, let's go home and [activity they like or find relaxing...examples, go bake some monster muffins to munch on or go cuddle or give y/n a backrub or something]' and it makes y/n go running to them like a savior unable to resist a siren's call.
A/n: Omg I want this to be a series, so this is gonna be like mostly my brain rotting rambles and small portions of little fics so we can build off it later on in the series
All the writing in purple is the little fics, default color is just my rambles and headcanons about it
“Imposter for Baker? Count me in!”
Series masterlist
- Just imagine little cookie y/n plopping into the cookie verse like “oop, guess this is my new life now.” They just start living a normal life on the outskirts of their kingdom so no one can find them. Cause, if you you were transported to a new universe, you would think you were their god/baker or they were gonna try and hunt you down. Soooo y/n decided to keep to themselves and not let their presence be known yet.
- BOOM! There’s news of the “baker” being spotted and brought to the big castle to take there throne and high power blah blah. The Imposter looks similar to you, just with purple eyes(If you have purple eyes… now you don’t). You can’t tell what the true bakers eye color is because the statues aren’t painted, so the imposter fit the bill well.an they had powers! It has to be their baker then!
- Y/n is absolute happy about that! They get to sit back and relax, they go in public now and just tell cookies they just were “ blessed with the looks of their baker” and how they aren’t them. Some of the cookies were extremely skeptical but let it slide since they said they weren’t their baker and weren’t trying to impersonate them, cause the imposter is totallyyyy the real baker!
“You look oddly familiar..” Pure Vanilla looks Y/n up and down.
The cookies surround Y/n, trying to figure out why you look exactly like their baker.. just with your boring eyes, not neon purple eyes like their totally real baker has. Espresso has a magnifying glass in your cookie face, looking at all the detail.
‘Uhhhhhhh… I was just blessed by our baker, and uh, they blessed me with their beauty and I’m not them. I don’t have purple eyes or cool powers! I’m just trying to live a normal life like everyone else.” You say, any normal person would have seen right through you and what you were saying, but the cookies believed you. You weren’t claiming to be their baker so they have no reason to not let you live a peaceful life, it could just be an odd coincident!
“Well they don’t seem like their lying.. Guess they get to go peacefully for now till the Baker decided what’s to do with them.” Milk shrugs, everyone nodding and humming in agreement with Milk.
- Once the imposter finds out you’re there they are instantly scared. What if you go hunting them?! Or take the throne and execute them?!
- They order a few cookies to go collect you so they can have a one on one talk with you disguising it as a dinner twitch their “look a like” for funnies. Once the cookies bring you back, the imposter leads you away to a more secluded room in the castle so no one can spy on you both as they question you.
“This is my throne and-“ The imposter started once they closed the door the small storage room.
“You can keep it, I don’t want to be the ruler of this kingdom, just live a normal life.” You interrupted, you looked pretty calm about the whole ordeal while the imposter looked like they’ve seen a ghost.
“Wait.. what? You’re just gonna let me keep it.” The imposter look dumbfounded, not actually believing you’ll let them keep at this power. They thought they wold have to threaten you or make an official announcement that you’re an imposter and let the cookies hunt you down for the. “Not even gonna put up a small fight.? I didn’t even get to finish my monologue I worked so hard on..” :(
- You got to live a pretty normal life under the imposters rule. Until Pure Vanilla decides to go through the imposters room and found a diary, I snooped through it and read it….. Finding out you’re the real baker! -insert Pure Vanilla doing surprised pikachu face- He was flabbergasted(I love this word so much for no reason) He didn’t expect to be worshipping the WRONG baker the entire time and their real baker was being bribed to like the imposter and be their friend. So if the imposter gets found out, you’d take Imposters side over the cookies! He also found out how you never wanted to be Baker and let the imposter take your spot! D:
- It clicked in Pure Vanilla’s head, you have been spending loads of time with the imposter and received even as house from them and gifts. He came up with an idea to also bribe you! He gets the other cookies in on it.. It’s basically a full on war!
- your house is basically full of gifts from all the cookies and you’re absolutely clueless on what this about and you didn’t mind it at first till you could barely see your living room floor from all their gifts piled up in there!
Who will win the real baker? Imposter or the cookies? Find out on the next episode of “Imposter for Baker? Count me in!”
A/n: kept it very open ended so the other parts of this series will fit well :D
I miss my wife vanilly. Do have anything about him? :(
You had gathered the Cookie Kingdom troops before you, ready to fight alongside them into battle.
△ “See that cake tower? We are going to rush it and bring it down before Dark Enchantress knows what hit her!”
Your troops shouted in unison.
△ “We are going to free the nearby villages of the shackles that fear has tied them down with!”
Your troops shouted once more!
△ “We will not falter! We will succeed! WE WILL-“
△ “There you are, pookie bear~!”
△ “Huh?”
You whipped your head off to the side to see your wife, Pure Vanilla Cookie, running towards you as his robes flow in the wind.
Your troops already start to chuckle amongst themselves, particularly at the nickname Pure Vanilla used.
△ “P-Pure Vanilla Cookie?! What are you doing here?”
△ “You left in such a hurry that you forgot your weapon!”
You were dumbfounded to see Pure Vanilla hand you your weapon, you quickly look down to see that your holster was completely barren. You did forget!
△ “I-I see! Thank you, dear…”
△ “And here’s your lunch! I packed your favorite!”
△ “THANK YOU, dear….”
You wanted to shrivel up in embarrassment as your troops laugh amidst themselves.
△ “You’re welcome, hun. Although, you could do something else to thank me!”
△ “Really? Not in front of my troops…”
△ “Oh, let them look~”
You sigh in acceptance before you brought Pure Vanilla into a kiss, which makes him lift one of his legs up as in response. The troops applauded as you both part.
△ “Ok, thank you…but now you must go. I’m about to bring down that cake tower over there and I don’t want you to get hurt…”
△ “You’re talking to a healer, my dear. I’m coming with you!”
△ “Then stay behind me. I can handle what they can throw at me and the last thing I want is to see you get so much as a scratch.”
△ “I can heal it off, what I want is for you to not push yourself too hard again! I will be upset~!”
Burning Spice & Golden Cheese, Mystic Flour & Dark Cacao, Shadow Milk & Pure Vanilla x GN!Reader (separate pairs)
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Burning Spice Cookie & Golden Cheese Cookie
The day was moving along as it tends to. There were no duties that called for your aid, and you could rest as much as you liked. While that did sound nice, you decided to log into a game you play quite frequently: Cookie Run: Kingdom.
Hopping onto your device, you found you had little to do. Nothing much besides the daily activities until the next update comes out. Before the inevitable of logging off, you wanted to play around with your favorite pair of counterparts: Burning Spice Cookie and Golden Cheese Cookie. It wouldn't hurt to have a bit more fun.
You located the two and dragged them to an open area in your kingdom. They did not share an interaction, but you liked to pretend the both of them were annoyed with the other's presence. While they were your favored, you enjoyed bringing about their forced bonding. It's not like they can deny the player.
Random dialogue appeared above their heads, which was nothing out of the usual. In spite of that, there was a chat bubble that made you look twice.
"I do not see what you gain from this!"
Golden Cheese Cookie held the stance of staring into your screen, as if she truly was speaking to you. Of course, that would be nonsense since this is a game. And yet your next actions include clicking on Golden Cheese repeatedly. You search for that same sentence, but nothing alike appears.
Her Radiance then returns to a normal pose, which settles you a bit. Still, maybe you should have taken up on that nap earlier.
To return yourself to peace, you drag the beast back to the side of the ancient. They behave as coded. Somehow, you retain that sense of unease. It seems you can't let that mishap slide by. You were right to do so because another so-called accident appeared.
"Your badgering has grown boring over time!"
Your eyes hovered over the chat from Burning Spice Cookie. The pose of looking your way was taken by him as well. You begin to think, was there an update you missed? You are positive you would have known at least something of it. The cookies cannot simply act how they please all of a sudden.
You are growing both anxious and amused. The factor of mirth was less, though. With that said, you decided to log off for a moment. Cookie Run: Kingdom did not appeal to you like it tends to.
But it seems the game was persistent in having your attention. You were unable to pull out of the tab at all. It was stuck on your screen, with the music playing in the background as always.
Irritated, you scrutinized your screen. There were no pop-ups that were notifying of a bad connection, and all movement progressed with zero delay. Your eyes felt the need to trail back to Golden Cheese and Burning Spice, only to find the pair with their eyes staring at you. This time, they took up no other actions. Just a long, hard stare your way.
You were beginning to freak out. The situation was not looking upwards due to the fact of your screen zooming in by its own commands. All you could see was the two of them.
You confirmed it yourself; your game was broken in some way. It was hard to know how. As much as you wanted to ponder over the circumstances, you were gifted no time to. Your screen became a blinding white, and you backed away from it. Whatever was happening, it was intentional.
You wait for an event, yet your eyes catch nothing amiss. Your screen was black, meaning the entire game decided to shut off. Oh well. That was preferable anyway. Now you feel silly for being afraid. But then your ears catch an unexpected noise.
Inspecting, you witness hands extending out of your display. To reiterate, hands are coming out of your screen. The sight may be in front of you, but you pinch yourself in hopes of this being a terrible nightmare. Much to your dismay, you experienced the pain.
Running out of your room was a smarter choice, yet you backed into a corner. Fear engulfed you, and you were too afraid to watch. You relied entirely on your hearing, which brought a loud laugh that echoed off the walls. Silence followed after, sending off a false sense of security.
Footsteps were loud against your floor. Before you could grasp onto the noise, hands grasped around you. You were lifted off of the floor and carried by a muscular subject.
Now opening your eyes, there was much to indulge in. You were unaware of what to concentrate on. The strong aroma of spice nearby did not assist your focus. Even so, you believe you know what predicament you have fallen in. Is that truly who you think it is?
"How dare you place your hands on my treasure? Release them at once!" With a voice so divine and a presence that shines like gold, Golden Cheese Cookie stood in your room. Hovered, to be exact. Her wings defied what was humanly possible.
Holding you was the person she shouted at. The scent that stems from them left you with one guess.
"Hah! You dare tell me what to do? They shall be for my appeasement," the booming voice of Burning Spice Cookie states. You could feel the muscle in his arms, which were wrapped around your side. It seems he came into your world just as brawny as he was spoken to be in his own dimension.
For the slightest second, you squirmed to readjust your position. Your small movement caught the gaze of the two. Their eyes burned into your skin like you did something wrong.
For reasons unknown to you, Burning Spice Cookie released his grip around your figure. You took the chance of backing away from them, their sights not leaving you for a moment.
Golden Cheese inched closer to you, and Burning Spice behaved the same. She sent him a harsh stare; he returned it. Another argument would arise soon. That is the last act you would want executed, so you spoke up for once, ridding yourself of your shell-shocked behavior.
"Hey," you said, your tone not exactly still. Once again, you had their attention, which included their unsettling stare. Your next words did not follow after since you were unsure of what to say. Calm down? It would be hypocritical to demand an attitude you don’t even own right now. You chose to question instead.
"How... How are you both here right now?" Even now, you are not certain of the way they arrived. Could they merely just jump out of the game at any time? If so, why could they not appear in their cookie form? Circumstances would be much simpler then.
You did take note of their somewhat kind bearing towards you. Golden Cheese Cookie deemed you her treasure, and Burning Spice Cookie regarded you as his form of appeasement. You do not recall doing much for them in the game. How could they view you so highly?
Then you remember the starting signs of this entire situation. They stared at you from within the game, which means they can see you, which means they could see you this whole time. The idea does not settle well. Perhaps they could hear you coo over them at random intervals as well.
Now that you believe you have a few facts understood, you wait for a reasonable response from one of them.
"Right! Excuse my rude entry, darling. I have desired to see you for quite some time now, you know..." Golden Cheese Cookie sounds displeased for a matter you were unable to control. By some means, you feel guilty.
"You," Burning Spice started off. His tone startled you a bit. "You are far from boring. I have ached to find my way to you." He stepped closer, a grin spread on his face. "I have you now." You gulped at his last claim. You are sure he means that.
"Shall I inflict my radiance upon your stupidity once more?" Golden Cheese Cookie did not take a liking to his declaration over you. If her weapon came along, there would surely be a brawl. You are starting to see a pattern for the reasonings of their quarrels.
"How about we all sit down?" You suggested before Burning Spice could respond to the threat Golden Cheese sent. You made a trail towards your bed and sat down. Thankfully, they followed in your steps. You were glad your bed did not collapse under their weight.
Their compliance is surprising. They manage to tower over you, and the power that accompanies them is greater than yours. It is an odd feeling to have both of the mighty beings seemingly under your command. It is not a bad feeling, though.
Golden Cheese Cookie put her wings to rest. She made herself a seat right to your side. Her wing snuck around your shoulder.
Burning Spice Cookie spared no time for her attempts at flattery. He took a seat next to your other side, pressing his own skin to yours. Her wing was moved aside, replaced by his head smushing to your cheek. It is obvious he was curious about your nature.
It would appear these cookies know nothing of personal space, yet in reality, they do. The both of them simply deem it unnecessary when it comes to you.
"So, um, why are the both of you here?" Since your last question was ignored, you brought up another. You received their claims of wanting to meet you, but why? Was remaining inside the borders of their game not satisfying enough?
"Subjected to the unworthy matters of such a monotonous game," he huffed, like the memory pained him. "But then there was you. Your presence was a constant—yet your arrival excited me all the same." A chuckle brewed within him. "I craved the thrill you give."
His statement was strangely flirtatious, all spoken in a proper manner as well. It could cause your stomach to flutter. His fiery eyes, paired with his long lashes... Burning Spice Cookie was a sight to behold in his human form, and that was a plain fact.
You turned away from him, giving a hum in response. He was bored and stuck in a game. His motive was understandable, as anyone would go crazy under that situation.
Golden Cheese Cookie released a sigh intertwined with annoyance. It was clear she did not care a bit about Burning Spice's reason. Clearing her throat, she brought the attention to herself.
"Well, how could I not want to meet the one responsible for all my prosperity?" Her eyes sparkled while they fixed upon yours. She appeared even more divine than she did in the game.
"I only wished to thank you face-to-face." Her hand snuck into yours, attaching your palms together in a tight grasp. "You've provided me with an abundance of gold, yet my most prized possession is right here," she declared.
It is getting really hot in here now. You were bound to end up flushed between the two of them, but their words caused circumstances to grow poor. You would not want to mistake anything, but how else would one take their statements? The way they look at you with such admiration? You believe you'll faint.
"It's no big deal, really," you assured. Your eyes averted from hers since you found her stare overbearing.
Burning Spice Cookie was nowhere near fond of the sight of you and that woman, who he believes would be better off elsewhere.
Snatching away your attention from the greedy queen, Burning Spice placed his hand upon your lower back, pushing you closer to him. While you wanted to look anywhere but at a pair of eyes, he focused your gaze on his own.
"Appeasement," he titled you, "amuse me."
An odd choice of a nickname, but you find it fitting when it comes from him. Focusing on his request, you find yourself lost. How could you amuse a beast of destruction? There is no way you would challenge him in combat, so you think of a choice you would be capable of.
"Nonsense! They do not have to appeal to the likes of you," Golden Cheese Cookie sneered. She could be correct, yet you acted in the interest of the man anyway.
Shifting upwards, you pulled yourself to press a kiss to the cheek of the beast. The second after, you felt sick with apprehension. Was that the best option in mind? There must have been an alternative to please his constant need for entertainment.
In spite of your assumptions, Burning Spice Cookie was delighted. Within his mind, he presumes he will never find himself bored with you present.
To express his gratification, he releases the sound of boisterous laughter. Once again, he tightens his arms around you, which could be concluded as his form of a hug.
"Yes...! That's the rush I crave! Appeasement, amuse me again." Maybe introducing him to your small way of amusement was a bad choice. He is as greedy as his counterpart.
Speaking of his counterpart, her radiance is far from pleased. You dared to press your lips to the skin of that brute? Oh, you must have felt pressured, she claims. Fear not, as your queen is nowhere far.
She pulls you from the arms of her enemy. Commencing her wings to flight, Golden Cheese Cookie carries you in her own hold, which she deems where you will be far more content.
"You vermin! I will—" The scolding that approached the man came to a pause. The mouth Golden Cheese has was sealed due to your abrupt action. She received your soft kiss to her cheek, causing her anger to diminish into dust.
For a gesture so small, Golden Cheese Cookie feels the urge to request an abundance more of your affection. She presumes you would not hesitate if she asked. You were so giving when it came to her gold; would you provide a different source the same way if inquired?
She will question you later, preferably at a distance away from the beast. For now, you are returned to your feet and given your freedom.
The two are surprisingly silent. Still, you can catch them eyeing you, and their stares speak for them. It seems to be a matter you will have to learn to get used to, as it is not looking to be going away.
You hope they can attempt to coexist since you are positive they plan to stay awhile. Or they will refuse, and persistent fights will arrive. Regardless, a kiss could potentially help, based on the behavior they exuded moments prior.
While you're here, things will be under control. You'll have to be the one to assist with their questions. They will have a lot to ask about your world and a lot to ask about you. Nonetheless, they will be fine. But will you?
Mystic Flour Cookie & Dark Cacao Cookie
Late at night, you were awake in your bed. At an hour like this, it would be best to go to bed, but your sleep schedule was already ruffled. You saw no reason in attempting to fix it now. Besides, there were significant issues that required your aid. Those issues may be within a game, but they remain problems all the same.
While you do love Cookie Run: Kingdom, you were growing tired of logging in to repeat the same actions. In all honesty, you were missing a few days of resources that you could claim. The whole of your motivation was left to your guild. You did not want to get kicked for inactivity.
You were amidst your dark room, the lone source of light acting as the screen displaying the game. Your eyes exhibited boredom as you waited for each of the nine battles to end. The 2x button seemed like it was failing to help.
At the commencement of the final battle, you glanced at your team, which included Dark Cacao Cookie, along with his opposite, Mystic Flour Cookie. You are aware there is dialogue between him and his son at the start of a shared battle, so you tend to pay the text bubbles no mind.
This time around, you took a glimpse of what they conversed about. To your surprise, it seemed like you were included in his conversation.
"Why must you be so distant at times?"
You do not believe you read that correctly, but a quick read over proves you wrong. What does he mean by that? Was he talking to Dark Choco Cookie? It could apply to him, but such can be said for you as well. You have failed to log in for a few days now.
It must be something you are unaware of. You would rather not bother your mind with what appears to be a bug. Then again, you still played out a practice guild battle to investigate your worries. You eyed your team, and there popped another sentence, but not from the cookie anticipated.
"I have longed for the sight of you once more."
Now, it was Mystic Flour Cookie who acted bugged. Seriously, what was up with your game? You do not pay much attention to your battles; that much is true, yet you believe you would have taken note of their dialogue by now.
Aiming to make sense of the situation, you check the game's update log. You scroll, your eyes trailing over each bar of text to find what could settle your worries. There was nothing to be seen, and you were left clueless.
Thinking over what happened, you conclude this was nothing to fret about. It could very well be a mistake that the developers released by accident. After all, it is just a cookie game. They are all coded to act how they do. It would be silly to think they're sentient.
Before you went to bed, you took the two cookies who had startled you: Mystic Flour and Dark Cacao. You drag them to interact with random objects placed in your kingdom. It made you feel the slightest bit better.
"To even think you guys were real... Maybe I'm missing too much sleep," you spoke to your screen. You did not expect an answer in return.
"I am real."
What? Okay, now you realize the state of your affairs. That could not possibly be programmed into Dark Cacao Cookie's chat. Your game is absolutely hacked, or bugged, or something. It has to be something.
"I'll show you if I must."
Those next words send you into a panic. When did this become a horror game? How does she plan to display an impossible act? It was impossible for her to become existent, right?
If it were true, then you would like to prevent it. The timing was much too far into the night for events like this to be happening. With a quick mind, you conjure up a reaction.
"Wait! Wait, how about... no?" You tried to let your response down softly as to not offend whatever sentience was before you. It would be breathtaking to witness a humanized cookie, but the dark in your room made you think otherwise.
Your rejection was not taken as lightly as you wished, though. They were not as quick with sending out responses compared to before. In fact, your entire screen went black, most likely due to the power of them. This was all appearing far too genuine to entertain the thought of this being a dream.
Using your nimble wit, the best choice of action was to flee. Where? Your closet. Although when you take place behind the closed door, you realize that a different location would have been better.
It was too late. Your brain had played tricks on you by now, making you believe whatever was out for you took place in your room. As might be expected, you soon realized that was stupid. Your subconscious was scared, and you knew it.
What was there to be afraid of? You said it was simply a cookie game. There is not anything out for you. Your mind was eased, and you stepped out of your hiding place.
It goes without saying, there was nothing within your space. No monster, no cookies, nothing. A sigh you were unaware of holding escaped from your mouth. Then the sigh was not the only sound inside of your room.
The next thing you knew, there was a loud tumble audible, and you jumped out of surprise. After that, there came your returning fear. It may have been dark, but you could notice the outlines of two people, who were beginning to stand up.
Before anything else, you turn on your side lamp. You were scared, yes, but you would also like to see the face of what would end you. With a spring of light, you look forward.
In front of your eyes, you could observe recognizable faces. It did not take long for you to understand what happened.
"Your resolution irks me to no end. There is no reason for you to be here," spoke the pale lady, her voice firm in tone.
"Yet again, you stand in my way. I will cut you down once more if necessary," the man folded his arms. The hostility in the air was thick. You are well aware of the past between the two of them. It looks to be that they shared a matching goal: reaching you.
"Holy..." You breathed out in shock. Despite the rapid amount of blinks you took, the pair remained ahead of you. This is far from imaginary. You have Dark Cacao Cookie and Mystic Flour Cookie amidst your room.
Your singular word attracted the gaze of them both. Unlike them, you were unable to vocalize your feelings. It was obvious you were shocked. It was no problem in their opinion. As nice as your voice sounds, they came here to lay their eyes upon you in person.
Her footsteps were agile; it did not appear as if she even moved. In the next second, Mystic Flour stood before you. You leaned back, yet she leaned in. Her eyes opened, revealing the darkened stare she owned.
Even with features that would seem disturbing, Mystic Flour Cookie appeared ethereal. It was captivating to witness her from a distance, whereas the shortened proximity taps at your nerves. You pray any of your prior words had not insulted her.
Her hand crept to your cheek. "It is you," she whispered, her touch gentle when in contact with your skin. Your mouth was dry, yet you evoked your response in due time.
"...Are you real?" Your voice was quiet as you asked for confirmation. You felt as if you were getting swallowed in her unwavering gaze, but you kept still. Her hand was cold at the time she cupped your cheek.
Dark Cacao Cookie stepped forward, disliking the view he saw. "She should not be here." His hand fell onto her shoulder, increasing the space between you and her.
Mystic Flour Cookie's face twitched, and she brushed the hand of the man off of her shoulder. It did not take much to notice their hatred for one another. You would rather there arise another topic since it seemed like the two would argue at any moment.
"Dark Cacao Coo—or, just Dark Cacao, how are you..." Your sentence had not come to finish, as you cut yourself off at the sight of the lord stepping closer. It was to no one's surprise that he towered over you. His hand dropped its secure grip on your shoulder. They both come off as touchy, you believe.
"I have managed to achieve my true strength. I am able to protect my kingdom with ease and fight for my subjects. My sword has grown sharper—because of you." His stare was resolute as he looked your way. You felt your ego inflate due to his words. How nice it felt to experience a lord expressing gratitude for you, albeit he originates from a game.
"I did that? I mean, yeah, I did that! It was easy, really. You were very deserving of it." It was like all of your previous anxiety had diminished. Since you were aware they held you in high regard, you would play along. It brought no harm to.
You catch sight of Dark Cacao's bashful face. It looks like your words went to fluster him. He will have to get accustomed to it. Knowing how much power you hold, you plan to use it to your advantage.
In the corner of your eye, Mystic Flour Cookie gives the impression she is brooding. Perhaps your small praise of her rival left her upset. It would not be fair to pick and choose when you are certain they both worked hard to reach you. Breaking out of a game sounds like no easy work.
Shifting her way, your hands find their way to hold her own, bringing her near your person. This gains her attention, and her eerie stare is placed onto you once again.
"Mystic Flour," you started off in a murmur, "I think you did what you had to do. In the end, you are worthy of the care I give you." You were close enough to whisper in her ear, pulling away to send her a quick smile. With her skin complexion, you could see the red tint on her face with ease. She is as adorable as her foe.
You spoke in a mighty tone, keeping the god title they placed you in. It would only be right. It was clear they were in need of some sort of tribute. They may be tall and powerful, but their need of affection remains. As their "god," you were more than happy to give what they sought from you.
Mystic Flour Cookie shut her eyes and returned a nod of her own appreciation. Her hands tightened around yours, yet you had to free one palm from hers to clasp another.
Dark Cacao Cookie appeared bothered at the statement you gave to her, but his complaints were unheard. It was as if his exasperation reduced to dust when you held his hand.
"Now, let's stop the sulking." Your request fell on deaf ears. Mystic Flour cannot tolerate that man, even for you. The same can be said for Dark Cacao. There is a limit to what he can do in favor of you.
"Hey, uh, when will you guys return to your world?" You eyed both of them, believing you could guess their answers.
"I plan to stay by your side," he replied. You feel uneasy when Mystic Flour Cookie does not send her response. With that given, you are sure they own an identical answer. Would it be possible to change their minds? From your memory, they were keen with resolution and set with apathy. It may take a bit to send them off, if it's even attainable.
For now, you will have to deal with the two of them. They are silent enough, but their animosity is constant. Will you be able to deal with the tension?
Shadow Milk Cookie & Pure Vanilla Cookie
It was early morning, and in your bed you lay, wide awake and eager for the upcoming day. There were no events to attend in person. Instead, there was an update coming to the game you adored: Cookie Run: Kingdom.
You wanted to prepare for the arriving cookie, so you made sure to gather all of the resources that were within your reach.
All of the codes available were input, and you claimed your rewards from such. Heading to your guild's alliance, you battled the highest difficulty you could manage. The rewards for a high tier were not ones to be passed up.
Finished with that, you moved onto the daily acts you could do. Collecting your train goods, sending off the balloon, and fulfilling wishes. Everything was almost complete, but you had the arena to finish up with. Tallying time was around the corner, so you wanted your tier to experience growth before then.
As always, you clicked on battle after battle, watching as your collection of trophies rose next to your tier. Down the path, you faced a few problems with Pure Vanilla Cookie dying off. He was insufficient compared to other teams, so you wanted to fix the problem.
Seeking out his beascuit stats, you aimed to modify a few things. Before you clicked on the icon, you received a piece of dialogue from the healer.
"Could you spare me a minute or two?"
Huh. Although that sounded sweet, you were focused more on the creation of the text. Somehow, you cannot dwell on the memory you first heard that. Was it added on a later date?
Having fixated on Pure Vanilla Cookie during a certain period, you feel as if you would recall his question, yet you fail to. It must be your blurry memory. It seems like a reasonable conclusion.
You wanted to view those words anew to remember them the next time around, just to ensure no unnecessary confusion. Even so, after you tapped the character a few times, you could not find the message you were in search of. It disappeared, like it never existed. Strange, but you chose to let the topic go.
While you believe you clicked on Pure Vanilla Cookie's beascuit, you ended up on another cookie's stats: Shadow Milk Cookie. It was simply an accident, so you undo your mistake and return to Pure Vanilla's screen. Over again, you click on his beascuit, but then the same mishap occurs. How are you ending up on Shadow Milk instead? Your game is awfully glitchy today.
Then, out of nowhere, you are on the screen of the blue jester. His cookie floats to the left, seemingly innocent of the reoccurring disturbances. Another inconvenience arrives, and you are stuck on his screen. You are unable to click on the next cookie. None of the arrows work, and the exit button has denied you.
You would go to assume you need to reset, but the fact that everything else is fine leaves you curious. You are allowed to click on his cookie, beascuit, toppings, and skill. All is well, except the exit source. At some point, you just started to spam it. That's when you hear your next problem.
"Hey! Didja forget? I'M the star of the show!"
That marks the second time you are presented with unseen dialogue, both of which feel like you are being spoken to directly. You do not have a known cause for this, but you hope a shutdown of the game could aid your tiny predicament.
But of course, luck was not on your side. You were not presented with the chance of closing the game. The display of Shadow Milk Cookie persisted. It would be weird to blame a fictional character, but you want to point fingers at him anyway.
Looking around, you check for a bad internet connection. Nope, nothing. When your eyes trail back to the screen, you do notice another fact. Shadow Milk Cookie is gone. He is not on your screen, even though you are on his page. What could possibly be wrong with your game? A cookie cannot just up and walk away.
Then, one feature worked. You could move onto the page of the next cookie in your team, like you had been wanting to earlier. Now, Pure Vanilla Cookie is displayed. You could have returned to a normal routine, yet you did not. The last few moments were not to be dismissed.
All of a sudden, there was audible giggling behind you, which echoed in your room. There was no one else but you that resided here, so you were obtaining genuine fear.
Glancing at your screen, there was yet another interference. Pure Vanilla vanished in the same manner Shadow Milk did. Have your cookies just decided to leave you? You always thought you cared for them well, but perhaps not.
You felt no need to stay within the bounds of your room for much longer, so you got up and headed to your door. You are not sure one would believe your situation if you were to tell them, but you hold no care for that. Getting a breath of fresh air was your main goal.
Every goal is accompanied by its obstacles, except you forgot about that part. You did not anticipate the arrival of your new guests, which left them with an opportunity to sneak up on you.
Stopped in your tracks, you stumbled upon your locked door. Not from the inside, but from the outside. Your urgency increased with each rattle of the knob until a voice was heard behind you.
"Awwwh, where are you going? The fun just started!" There poofed a blue man in front of your way of escape. While you wished to be courageous, you were startled by his appearance and shrieked, stumbling over your balance and falling. Fear not, as there was an awaiting grasp at your back.
"Shadow Milk Cookie, must you behave such a way? You are scaring them," spoke the soft voice near, their arms steady around your body. Hearing that name confirmed what you initially thought to be insane. The character became real, and he was right ahead of you with a grin across his face.
Peering upwards, you spotted the opposite of the jester. He turned your way with a kind smile adorning his face.
"My light..." Pure Vanilla Cookie tugged you closer, his voice warm like a candle. His embrace felt safe, yet you were still alarmed by the situation.
Shadow Milk rolled his eyes at the sappy man. The beast wanted nothing more than to have you near him, but he begrudgingly listened to Pure Vanilla. His goal was not to scare you, although it would be humorous to.
You slipped from the grip of the blonde man, who was saddened but allowed you as you wished. Your expression seemed tense, and he did not want to frighten you. Their attention was on you and you alone.
Thinking too hard gave you a headache. You do not think you could comprehend what occurred before you. "I don't—I can't understand what just happened." They both recognized your concern, but Pure Vanilla Cookie was the one who expressed his sympathy.
"There is nothing to fear—" The compassionate man was pushed to the side, overshadowed by his parallel.
"Whatever could you mean? The star of the show has graced you with his presence!" Shadow Milk Cookie was able to fly, which was an entirely different matter for you to gawk at. He hovered to your side and wrapped his arms around your neck, his touch smooth but cold. You felt his hair curl to your cheek, as if it possessed its own mind.
Your eyes stared into his. Seeing him in the game was fine, yet his features became more prominent when humanized. Observing the eyes in his hair truly left you bothered. "Why?" Your question was legitimate. What made them determined to visit you? They seem nice enough, so you are glad you did them no wrong.
"I needed to see you SO BAD! I mean, any good host would spend time with their number one fan." He deemed you his number one fan? Really? You are not sure if you felt flattery.
Your hand was pulled in the direction of Pure Vanilla Cookie, diverting your heed to him instead. Shadow Milk Cookie gave no approval to this, his expression salty and hateful. It was obvious he believed the attendance of Pure Vanilla was unnecessary.
"My friend, you have given me your faith throughout my journey. I could not have done it without you." His eyes unveiled the pretty case of heterochromia he has. The way he stared at you made you feel all nice. You were unknowing of exactly what you provided for him, but you received his gratitude all the same.
"Blah, blah, blah. They only did what was coded. I’m sure they had my best interest at heart," Shadow Milk Cookie excused, reclaiming your personal space as his own with the pull of his arms. You did not confirm nor deny the statement given by Shadow Milk. Slight irritation exuded from the usually calm man.
"...What do the two of you want from me?" Now that they reached you, you wondered what their plans were. If it is anything simple, you can see yourself offering.
"I only desired to see you, my light." Pure Vanilla Cookie was so upfront with the admiration he held for you, it was almost overwhelming to hear. He was nearly a stranger admitting this. "I wished to illuminate you with the same warmth you gave me."
Despite how strong he may come off, you appreciate his thanks. Your hand lowered to hold his. Your action surprised him, but your next movement shocked him.
You planted a kiss on the back of his hand, returning his faltered smile with your own. It was the least you could do for such heavy devotion. You found yourself respecting him as well. Pure Vanilla sent out shy chuckles, clearly pleased by what you conducted. Would it be selfish to ask for another? He ponders.
Watching from the sidelines, Shadow Milk Cookie is furious. How does that stupid, blind gnat receive a kiss from you? He believes your kindness needs to learn some limits, which should stop right at the edges of that foolish man.
You were aware of the jealousy oozing off of Shadow Milk Cookie. It was simple to catch on to his emotions after a few minutes. You would not want anything broken in your room due to a fight, so it would be best to share your affection. It was planned to be passed anyway.
Before you could reciprocate the same behavior for Shadow Milk Cookie, the man scooped you up in his arms effortlessly. Inspecting his face, you notice a scowl taking place on his lips. For someone who was so playful a second ago, he held such resentment within him.
"Not everything can be solved with friendship, Silly Vanilly," he mocked, sarcasm in his tone. You believe the only reason he fails to attack his rival is because of you. At any other rate, there would be holes in the wall.
To lessen his loathing, you were quick to bring his hand to your lips. You send him a kiss, similar to the way you gave Pure Vanilla. The piece of affection seemed to shut his temper up immediately, and he clung to you further.
"Ha ha! I knew ya loved me more!" That seemed to be baseless evidence, but you repaid his hug with a smile anyway. It went without effort to get acquainted with his silliness when in person. You can foresee the new fun he will bring with his antics.
Pure Vanilla Cookie could not say he was pleased with what he saw, but he went without speaking about it. You behaved the way you do because of your benevolence, and he wanted to respect that. He would live up to his nickname if he were to compete for your time.
Managing the two of them for a bit does not seem difficult. Surely, if they could come here, they could go back. They will return to the game at some point, but you can hang out with them right now. Hopefully, their competitive demeanors will be rid of. You can only anticipate how you will handle them until then.
a/n: for 🐝 anon . tried my best, but he's kinda hard to write for ;;;;
Something has never gotten so out of hand for you.
Just a couple hours ago, you had ran into a cookie that was so-called Fortune Cookie, saying quite the grim things about this place, all about Shadow Milk Cookie and how you and your friends had no hope in a palace of lies such a this. You tried to push forward, Gingerbrave encouraging you throughout all this, making sure you remained positive, but it was getting harder and harder.
The next thing you knew, you were on some stairs, Fortune Cookie pulling his hood down to reveal what could only be described as your worst nightmare — Pure Vanilla Cookie. But it wasn't the one you knew, that one seemed long gone for now. Truthless Recluse, as Shadow Milk called him. He pushed out your friends, before pulling you with him, Shadow Milk even using some strings to make you stay.
You sat at a table now, Candy Apple and Black Sapphire were arguing over... something, you didn't know. Truthless Recluse held your hand as he ate, Shadow Milk laughing with them, almost... happy that more people were at the table. You were just confused, you didn't know how to feel about this situation. On one hand, you were glad Pure— Truthless Recluse was okay. On the other... you missed your friends, you were basically kidnapped, and had no way out.
Your days were much boring now. You were mostly locked up now, you had some board games in your room, some books with some scribbles done by Candy Apple. You didn't know what to do, you were so used to being out and going on adventures. What were you supposed to do when you were forced to do now?
Truthless Recluse kept you company all the time. He was more clingy than Pure Vanilla ever was, his embrace was much firmer, more reluctant to let go at all. Even with Shadow Milk's strings, he made you stay by his side at all times. He wasn't much of a talker anymore — Pure Vanilla could talk your ear off, but now, you could barely get a word out of him.
One time, you almost managed to trick Candy Apple to get you out, yet as soon as you tried to make a run for it, he was there. He didn't express it, but could tell he was upset. His grip almost hurt when he got his hands on you, and it was as if you were dragged to Rapunzel's tower. You had windows, yet the only thing you could see were the eyes of Shadow Milk, just like all of the sky was outside.
Candy Apple and Black Sapphire did try to make you some company here and there, before Truthless Recluse sent them away with a scowl, or Shadow Milk gave them some meaningless task for them to do to keep them away for at least a good while.
It did seem you were stuck here for at least a while.
xFemale!Reader | (this is a belated birthday present to myself)
*TBOBF Spoilers??? Timeline: ROTJ through TBOBF ep. 5
List made by: @caitlinpotter
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Luke tends to be more emotionally affectionate — he's really good with sensing where you're at and being affectionate towards your mood, mental state, and emotions. Sometimes it's just in the way he talks to you that makes you feel loved and cared for. There's a tenderness in his tone that just makes you smile. He has the most perfect timing when he asks "is everything alright?" tucking a bit of hair behind your ear and tilting his head to match your gaze.
When it is physical — it's in the little details, like holding your hand when you need it most, (e.g., when you left your home planet, you watched it fade from view outside the ship's window. Luke was the only one to come stand beside you, gently intertwine his fingers with yours, and just be there with you). Other times he really does just love to hold your hand, even if it's at meetings or around the ship. He love hugs too, he's a total hugger, so be prepared to have lots of hugs.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He’s the best ™️ friend that you’ll ever have, seriously — he’s probably one of the most loyal people you’ll ever meet, and quite possibly to a fault. He doesn’t give up on you which is a good thing, but he could easily break his own heart over having someone else be less loyal in a friendship. / He’s on your side to the end, even if other people can’t see where you’re going with a plan or an idea, he’s behind you because he trusts you, and he's very vocal about it. Luke doesn't do silent support, if other people doubt you he's going to speak up for you and why they should give you a chance.
You probably met through the Rebellion — either he was sent on a mission to aid your planet (where he meets you) or you joined up with the Rebellion and you met on a ship. Luke was instantly in awe of you from when he first met you, but you were a bit oblivious to it as he was fairly good at hiding it except from Leia and Han who knew him too well.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Yes — Luke loves having you in his arms and truly just getting to hold you makes him happy. It's always soft and gentle, it never feels forced; it always feels like you both just fit so well with and against each other. He has to smile when you come up behind him and hug him, because he can both literally and mentally (through the force) feel your emotions. He usually looks over his shoulder, "hey," he places his hands onto of yours, "didn't see you there."
At night — he definitely likes to have you close, usually you're cuddled up against his chest and he has his arms around you. He always has to be facing the door though, whether you're facing him or not, just a protection habit.
Lots of nuzzling — you love nuzzling up against him, and it always brings a smile to his face when you do it at random. Sometimes it’s for affection, other times it’s for comfort either way, he welcomes it completely.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
In some ways yes, in some ways no — he knows he wants to be with you and only you forever, but that doesn't mean he's going to give up being a Jedi or going on missions to help the Rebellion. Which works perfectly since you're a part of the Rebellion as well, and therefore you're almost always together unless he goes on a mission alone.
You’re pretty sure Yoda taught him how to cook — by that: he can cook some questionable soup, and maybeee he knows how to bake some kind of bread, but that’s about it. Thankfuly there are provisions from the Rebellion, or you’re a much better cook. Either way food is probably safer in your hand if you want it to taste good.
As for cleaning — he’d be on it, Luke’s an organised individual and rarely lets things get terribly out of order. / Now, with Grogu at the current work in progress temple, things can get a little messier, but you begin to see that Luke is quick to clean up after Grogu, since he's the one who's with him night and day.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He wouldn't start it — most probable: if he knew that he would eventually have to end it, he wouldn't start the relationship. He would only start the relationship if he was 100% certain that you were the one he'd want to spend his life with. Otherwise, he'd watch from a distance, or even remain a friend, but never start something if he knew ultimately he would have to break your heart.
If it had to happen — for starters it's a dire situation if he has to, because he believes in working through + facing things together. He would be honest in the most gentle way possible, assuring you that it wasn't because of you.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Total commitment — again, Luke's a very committed individual, so when it comes to you he's above and beyond committed. He's basically ready to marry you the moment the relationship starts, because the two of you were most likely friends for a good long while before the relationship started since he doesn't just rush into a relationship..
Your timing — since he's already 100% committed he defers to you for when to have an actual wedding. He doesn't mind the relationship where its at, he also doesn't want you to feel rushed just because he'd marry you in a moment. He wants you to feel ready for your big day.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Physically — he’s very very gentle. It’s soft touches and kisses all the way with Luke. He'll stroke his fingertips against your skin like you're made of glass, it's so gentle and so tender. Sometimes he doesn't even realize how romantic it can be, that's just how he naturally treats you, attempting to be romantic or not.
↳ when you're just sitting in a field watching Grogu explore a little on his own, Luke will join you, giving the little one a break from training. You look up and smile watching him come down to your level. Luke will sigh, reaching an arm behind you to keep himself propped up, but close to you. As you continue to read (one of the few books you managed to bring with you) Luke starts to stroke your forearm with his gloved fingertips. Smiling to yourself, you look over to him but find him still watching Grogu. "Why're you doing that?" you whisper through a smile. / Luke brings his attention to you, with a look of slight surprise, "doing what?" / "That," you nod slightly towards his hand. / "Just a habit," he sighs, "it's comforting having you near."
Emotionally — he's very sensitive to your emotions and knows how to appropriately and softly deliver any kind of new in any kind of information. When you're having a hard time, he never yells, gets mad, or gives up on you. He acknowledges a lot of your emotions and sometimes helps you the most in processing them yourself.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He does — Luke is definitely a hugger with his friends and those who are close to him. When you first met him he was a little bit over energetic about sweeping you off your feet in a tight hug when he returned from a mission. Nowadays he prefers long, caressing, and softly passionate hugs with you. He keeps you in his arms for a good while, but it's much more relaxed and comforting than an energetic hug; you noticed this change after he became a Jedi, maybe some of that control helped.
He hugs you on a daily — unless he's away, or you're away, you probably get a hug from him at least once or twice a day. He'll even just wrap an arm around your waist or gently on top of your shoulders to keep your pressed against his side for a while longer after a hug.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It takes a while — he's says it many times and many ways, but not exactly in those three words. He's quite shy to actually bring up love, mildly worried that he'd ruin the friendship. It's probably at Leia's encouragement that he actually tells you 'I love you,' since she's your best friend and his.
When he does — it's nothing hyper-romantic, in fact it was when he was leaving for a mission with a squadron. You handed him his helmet, and just as the pilot shield was closing, he said "I'll see you when I get back. . . I love you." Your lips parted as the cockpit locked before you could say it back. It was finally when you were waiting in the bay, anxious to see him again that you got to say it back: "Luke!" You smile, running towards him, he tosses his helmet back in the X-Wing and opens his arms for you. "I missed you," he chuckles at how tightly you hold onto him. / You look up, still in his arms, "I love you too."
↳ later in your relationship you scold him for not giving you the chance to say it back, but he admits he was just too nervous you wouldn't say it back.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Luke's not a terribly jealous person — you've been in more than one situation where a pilot thinks it's appropriate to hit on you even though you're already and clearly with Luke. Knowing that you can handle a few young pilots, he has to laugh when he sees one of them try and flirt with you, because you instantly come back with, a feigned wince and an "Oh, sorry, I'm actually already with Luke Skywalker, you know: Jedi Knight, Rebel hero, and Commander?" to which they all usually back off at.
If anything more happens, he gets more defensive than jealous — since your relationship is so well grounded from friendship and trust, jealously doesn't usually happen because neither of you worry that the other will give into someone else's advances.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Soft and tender — he always starts it off soft, but deep. It’s just enough to make you want more, which makes him smile when he feels you lean further into it when he starts to pull back. He often gives a small chuckle before caressing the nape of your neck and gently bringing you in closer.
Loves kissing your smile — when you're smiling that's often when he wants to kiss you most. He just loves your smile so much he wants a little taste of it. You get a little embarrassed because it only makes you smile bigger when he does that. Giggling and pulling back you cover your mouth, "wait," you laugh as he rests his forehead against yours. / "What?" he returns your smile, attempting to steal another kiss when you drop your hand. / "No," you giggle shaking your head, placing your hand now over his mouth, "I can't stop smiling." / Taking your hands gently in his to keep them away from either of your mouths, he steals another kiss, "that's okay."
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Super sweet — it was on rare occasions that you saw him around kids, but when you went to a Rebel base that happened to have some younger kids, they knew exactly who he was (to his surprise still) and were so excited to meet him. Luke handled it really well, and answered their many questions.
Grogu — with Grogu you really got to see a side of Luke that you hadn't before. You saw how patient he was and how much he cared for him, not only in the option to become a Jedi, but whether it was best for Grogu and if it was what he really desired.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Luke has an early morning routine — he gets up early to meditate and self-train a bit before teaching Grogu in his lessons. So usually your morning with him begins with a forehead kiss or one on the cheek while you're still in bed and he's on his way off to meditate.
↳ on very rare occasions you manage to keep him in bed a little bit longer. Typically if he knows he's about to be sent on a mission, he'll try to hold on to every little moment with you, which even includes staying in bed with you longer.
Breakfast — when together, the two of you (and later Grogu) always try to have breakfast together. Whether Luke already made something, or whether you make it and he comes back to it; you typically get to sit down together at least for a little bit.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Relaxing — nights are often very calming and quiet, you either enjoy a little time together outside (when on planet) under the stars, or relaxing in your shared chambers together. A lot of people want Luke's attention when on ship, so nights are really nice to have, you get to just talk or cuddle unbothered.
More — nighttime is when you get to have a little more physical fun. Sometimes that just means snuggling, or maybe a bit of flirty foreplay, other times it means more, either way you enjoy just being physically close / intimate with each other for a while.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
When you met him — people already knew the name Skywalker from the destruction of the first Death Star, so you knew him as a Rebel figure, but not personally. So when it came to knowing him beyond just his Rebel career, you had a fairly easy time. // Luke claims there's not much to know about him. When you ask, he willingly tells you about his life on Tatooine, his recruit into the Rebellion and his path to Jedi training.
Deeper understanding — you find out about Luke through his actions, as in you know his background, but you find out his personality, habits, and traits just by being around him. Like how much he cares for his friends (including you), how much he keep hope alive, and his faith in the force.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Patience of an angel — Luke seriously has so much patience, you're sometimes jealous of how patient he can be. When it comes to people he really gives them grace and patience when they're talking or when they're new to something (like a lot of new pilots). // You greatly appreciate his patience when you're working through something, because he doesn't get mad or frustrated that it's taking you so long to figure things out, he'll wait as long as you need.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
A lot — Luke's silently very very attentive. He remembers a lot from what you've told him about yourself, especially likes and dislikes, habits, favourites, etc. Because he wants to be able to really surprise you with things that will mean the most to you. // He also pays special attention to the little things that you mention or even the ones you don't. He can tell by the way you respond to things mentally and physically if you're in favor or not.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
He'd say it's when you met — there are so many memories the two of you have together, but Luke would say the best moment was when the two of you first me. However you correct him that you weren't dating when you first met, to which he'd say: "alright, then the moment I found out you felt the same. That day is my favourite moment, because it allowed everything else that followed to be possible."
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He's protective, but not hyper — Luke is always going to be protective of you, but he's not super hyper about it or over protective. He respects any training you have, with a blaster or just in general. // He does try to keep you out of danger, obviously, but he feels confident that you can defend yourself.
When it comes to everyday — he's definitely going to make sure that you're protected and feel safe in any place that you're in daily. He doesn't want you to be on edge so he assures you that you're safe.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He definitely puts in effort — he wants things to be perfect for you and he can sometimes stress way too hard over whether or not its enough for you. He loves making anniversaries super special, sometimes that even means traveling to really beautiful planets and staying for a while, just as a get away for the two of you (and Artoo).
Daily tasks — he's great with everyday life, seriously there's a simplicity that he enjoys and the opportunity for the spontaneous that just makes it so fun. You two also most likely have a general routine for the day, but Luke always tries to do more for you when he can.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Distance — sometimes he just gets the feeling that he needs to go somewhere alone, like a calling through the force. But it's difficult when that's all he explains it with "the force is just leading me there" and you ask to go, but he says it needs to just be him. It can be really hard to understand + sometimes you're not even entirely sure where he is.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Yes — now that you two have completely confessed feelings for each other, he feels a connection to you, not only relationship wise, but also through the force now. He'd feel a missing piece if you weren't in his life.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Ego — Luke's most likely not going to be super compatible with someone who prides themselves all the time, whether that's on achievements, looks, etc., he likes someone a little more down to earth and realistic.
Lack of compassion — someone who's stone cold probably isn't going to jive well with him; Luke has a lot of faith in people, even if some mistakes in their past have been made and having a loving open heart is really special to him.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He's a light sleeper — Luke is one of the lightest sleepers you have ever met. You're not sure if it comes from his connection to the force or if he was just always that way, but he is. Which can sometimes not be a problem. But other-times. . .
↳ You suddenly felt the bed shift, Luke was sitting up, looking from left to right. Although your heart was racing at the sudden awakening, you stayed quiet and waited for Luke to say something. "Stay here, I think someone's entered the Temple," he gestures a hand over you, keeping his gaze in the direction of your chamber doorway. "Luke," you take his hand, giving him a look that he can easily read with just a glance. "Alright, but bring your blaster." The two of you make your way to the entrance of the Temple, nothing, then he hears it again, coming from the Temple pantry. Walking in slowly behind him, you see Luke drop his shoulders unworried. "Grogu," Luke sighs, as you peek around him to see the child snacking on reserves. Dropping your blaster you glare up to Luke, "you woke up over Grogu snacking?"
-`♡´-Sypnosis: Mark had taught you that there are dangers out there you should be scared of. Mainly him
-`♡´-Content: yandere behavior, overbearing behavior, manipulation, overprotective tendencies, Mark is lovesick loser, uhhhh subtle implications of kidnapping??
-`♡´-Word Count: 2.1k
-`♡´-A/N: I love Mark Grayson. My first time writing for him, please give me your thoughts.
"For the last time, I'm coming to keep you safe," Mark sighs, exasperated, speaking as if you're the idiot who can't understand simple explanations. It makes your eyebrow quirk in annoyance, taking issues with the way he was talking to you.
Because seriously? Who the fuck did he think he was?
He'd been dropping you off every day, everywhere for the last two week with little to no time for yourself. It had been cute at first, if not a little silly. He'd gotten so worried recently, for your safety, even your health. Constantly worried about mugging and random thief's who'd been making the news recently. It's funny to think about a hero who could crush kaiju's and stop meteors worry about petty criminals. But worried he was, nonetheless.
Like you'd said. Cute at first, not so much recently.
Mark just wanted to keep you safe, wanted to make sure not even a hair on your head was scratched. And it was starting to become suffocating. It had become too much, too obsessive with the way he was meticulous about showing up at a certain time to pick you up and drop you off at different place you needed to get to. You'd thanked him at first. Little coos of "My hero," or "You're so sweet,"
It started becoming "I can handle it myself," or "I'm not a damn child Mark!"
Your relationship with Mark had always been a straightforward one. You'd fallen first but he'd definitely fallen harder. Sweet, soft, and gentle, he was always afraid of hurting you or making you upset.
But recently his attitude has been taking a turn for the worst along with your attitude. He'd always been particularly sensitive whenever the two of you fought, especially if you had different viewpoints or ideas about certain things.
Like keeping you safe for example.
He'd say it was a necessity to take you to and from wherever you'd wanted. The transportation was cool at first, but then he'd started getting uptight about you being a minute late or even if you'd be going to some scary part of the city.
Which lead to now- what you considered your breaking point. All you'd wanted to do was hang out with a couple of friends downtown, and sure it was a shady area, but it wasn't like you were going to stay there past midnight. Oh, but Mark certainly thought differently.
"Mark, no." you shake your head, staring at him pointedly like he had no reason to be there. Which he didn't but he was so insistent that it was starting to piss you off. Mark only huffs at that, as if he needed your permission to take care of you.
He's not some damn dog.
Well, not right now anyway. Right now, he just wanted to keep you safe, and you were making it so unnecessarily hard for no reason. He's holding his mask, clad in his blue and black suit, having finished off some simple mission Cecil had sent him on. He's holding it tightly, eyes staring back at you defiantly. Daring you to stop him.
"You could get hurt."
"I'm gonna be around other people, Mark."
"People I don't know," he stresses. He's upset; eyes narrowed every time you tried to push him away. "I don't even know if they can defend you. Or if they won't just ditch you the second some criminal appears." The words piss you off. It's stupid, you know but it still makes you bristle. "Mark, don't talk that way about my friends, of course they'll keep me safe."
He shakes his head again, "You don't know that. Let me go, I'll be able to protect you if something happens." You scoff in return, arms crossing. "Mark, you're being silly, nothing has happened to me so far. You can't just watch me every day to keep me safe."
"Watch me."
That makes you pause. You just stare at him incredulously, like he'd said he ingested space-cannabis or something. "You can't seriously be saying that, Mark. Literally what's wrong with you?" your accusing words make him flinch and he only grips his mask tighter.
You don't give him the chance to say anything else, turning to march forward. And he stalks on your tail immediately, unwilling to let you just walk away. He feels the frustration bubble up, like if he just kept at it you'd falter and understand. He doesn't want you to get hurt, that's all. Sometimes it just takes him having to watch you constantly for the worry to fade.
Didn't you understand? What could he do or say to make you understand?
He feels like he's losing the battle. He knows he's slowly pushing you away, away from his over-bearingness. But he was well-meaning. You're everything to him, if something happened to you, he'd lose his goddamned mind. He couldn't live anymore. It'd be too hard.
So he has to make you understand. He's not the bad guy here, he's just in love. Hopelessly, stupidly in love with you.
“I’m just trying to keep you safe,” he mutters, not even a foot away as you kept walking. Woe is he, a fool in love but such bad execution. It was tiring and you were done.
“God, Mark!” You didn’t mean to shout, or you did, your emotions at an all time high. You just wanted one day, one day out. Without him. Self-imposed keeper. “Can’t you just.. be normal?”
Maybe you’ve flown too close to the sun. Ridden your emotions too high and mistook comfort and safety as continual. Never doubting. It was instant that the words left a bitter, unpleasant taste, teeth grinding like they were trying to trap the words shut.
Too late.
He's gripping his mask like he wants to rip it apart. He feels like he can't get enough air, can't get the words out as calmly as he wants. Words burn at his throat, strangled and rough, "Damn it, don't you think I'm trying?" he's shaking now, the weight of the argument drawing out his anxiety. "Do you know how hard it is to keep my emotions in check, my strength controlled?"
You feel yourself swallowing whatever reply you had, eyes wide as he's heaving. You want to apologize, of course you know about everything he's dealing with! You just wanted one night away. Was that so wrong?
"I'm constantly worried about my powers, keeping my strength in check, making sure i don't break things or break people," he croaks, red rimmed eyed meeting your own. He's struggling to continue, a fluster crawling up his neck. "Or break you?"
You feel it. The shift in the air. Like his words brought upon a dark cloud that has been kept away for much longer than possible. The way his face contorts, the way his jaw clenches, the way his rough fingers squeeze and pull at the fabric of his mask. For a second, all the breath leaves you, eyes wide, trying to come up with some sort of response. Your silence is much louder to him though.
"Fuck," he hisses, running a gloves hand through his messy hair, "Shit, no, that's.. that's not what I meant to," his eyes screw shut, "not what i meant to say." You're not entirely sure what to say either. You're a little scared, a lot freaked out. You should comfort him right? You take a deep breathe, "You're being overbearing Mark,"
Wait, no, shit. Too late.
He flinches like you've slapped him, pretty face dropping into an 'oh'. god, you didn't mean to be such a bitch but fuck. "Seriously?" is all he says, taking a step forward. He's reaching out to you needily, like he's watching you walk away from him forever. It's not forever.. probably.
You weren't sure how long you wanted this to keep going for. Especially not after his little confession. Right now you just needed to clear your head, and emotions.
Alcohol was that escape.
"I should go, mark." You don't really wait for him to give you a response, just watch as his face rearranges to this surprised, blank look. "Go?" he echoes back dumbly. His mind spins for a second, wondering why the hell you're walking away in the middle of a conversation.
Your scared.
The realization of it leaves a nasty feeling growing in his stomach, a heavy weight settling between his shoulders as he watches you. Almost blankly; pale.
Is he losing you? That can't be right? “Wait.. no. Hold on,” he chokes.
You two were made for each other. Dramatic, maybe, but Mark was certain of it. He’d never felt for anyone the way he did for you. His mind replayed every moment you’d brushed him off, every time you’d slipped from his grasp just when he thought he had you in sight. Was his love too intense? Too demanding? The thought gnawed at him, but he quickly crushed it beneath the weight of his conviction. No—he wouldn’t apologize for the way his heart throbbed for you.
He hated that you seemed blind to the depth of his devotion. To him, loving you meant consuming every ounce of himself in the effort to guard you, and yet you treated his vigilance like a burden, an intrusion he could not reconcile. Why the fuck wouldn’t you just let him protect you?
He watched you laugh, speak, move freely, and the thought that you could exist without him hovering, without him breathing life into every moment of your safety, made no sense. How could you not see that every step he took, every glance he cast in your direction, was an act of undying love.
The sound of his palm hitting the brick wall behind you, echoes in your ears. Loud, sharp and painful. And scary as the building begins to shake under the weight of him.
“No, god damn it,” he heaved, caging you in with the arms that used to hold you gently. A fierceness to his body, one that hadn’t been there in the beginning. Trauma undoes people, you were aware of that. But undoing someone like Mark?
You weren’t sure if you were ready to face something like that.
“Mark,” you tried to act stern, with as much control as you could possibly have with him but it didn’t phase him anymore. He didn’t even seem to be listening.
“I get it, you’re scared and I’m sorry, I know recently I’ve been intense but..” his voice breaks and this is where you can see his resolve strengthen. It brings a weakness to your knees. The cold, brick wall the only thing making you feel stable. In an otherwise empty alleyway.
“Mark..”
“No! No,” he stops you. “This isn’t up for debate anymore okay? You need to be safe and I can protect you. I can’t trust other people to protect you.” His breath became a struggle to reach, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen into his lungs.
He couldn’t look at you. Couldn’t. He knew what he was doing was insane and maybe not the most rational, but it was all he could do from breaking at the seams. With the speed of forged steel, he lifts his head, eyes meeting your own.
And a croaky laugh escaped his swelling throat.
The hands that used to hold you so gently started running up and down your arms, petting you down. He’s crowding, eagerly wiping at the tears producing from your eyes like you were being the dramatic one. He runs a hand through his hair.
“Look, we— we’ve been together for a while now and I know I was reckless when we started dating but,” he sighs, a hand firmly clamped to your shoulder. to comfort or to keep you in place, you weren’t sure anymore. “..but I don’t play about your safety. Even if it means you being mad at me okay?”
He gives a wobbly smile. “It’ll all be okay. You just gotta trust me,”
“Listen,” he said, voice low, “I don’t care what you call us. I don’t care if you want space, or if you’re scared, or if you think you can push me away. I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.” He took a slow breath, letting the words settle between the two of you. “I’d die before you ever would. I swear it. You’re mine to protect. And I’ll protect you. Always.”
He didn’t wait for her answer. He didn’t need one. Because in that moment, in that alley, he made it clear—his love for you went beyond anything you could conceptualize. He wasn’t negotiable. And no matter what, he wasn’t walking away.
Hiii!!! I love your work. You're basically carrying this fandom with your art. So I was wondering if maybe I could make a request? I love fluffy things, but what about angst?
I was thinking maybe male reader and og mark have been friends since little, they're basically best friends, but someday Mark starts distancing from reader. At first, it was little, but as time passed (and when he got his powers), it was obvious that the only person reader had was William and maybe Rex (since reader has also powers).
Their relationship was practically inexistent, and then the invincible war came. When Mark was with Eve, reader was pleading for Mark's help. They had an awful discussion. Then, the reader left to fight with the rest of the heroes, and here goes whatever you want
1st route: The reader is trying to save people, fighting the invincibles, died. Mark then realized how much of a bad friend he was to the reader, but it was too late
2nd route: The reader is trying to save people, fighting the invincibles, getting captured by them. Turn out, the invincibles all they wanted was reader. And now the reader has all of them as their boyfriend 😅 (I like polygamous relationship, and even more if it is with alternatives. Mark).
THE MARKS WHO LOVED ME (AND THE ONE WHO DIDN'T)
pairing invincible variants x male reader
you spent years loving a boy who never looked back. now you’re surrounded by men who won’t look away. (their hands are bloody. their love is suffocating. and when your mark finally reaches for you—it’s too late. you’ve already fallen.)
you and mark had been glued at the hip since you were kids—two idiots with busted lips from playground fights and dirt under your nails from climbing trees you definitely shouldn’t have been climbing. you swore you’d always have each other’s backs, no matter what. what a fucking joke.
at first, the distance was subtle. a canceled movie night here, a text left on read there. you brushed it off. he’s busy, you told yourself. hero shit, world-saving, whatever. you get it, after all. but then the excuses piled up, and the silence between you grew heavier. you weren’t stupid—you knew what was happening. you just didn’t want to admit it.
so you tried. really tried. you showed up at his place unannounced, like old times, only to find him already heading out with eve. "oh, hey—sorry, we’ve got plans," he said, rubbing the back of his neck like he actually felt bad. (he didn’t.) you forced a smirk, played it cool. "yeah, no problem. wouldn’t wanna interrupt your date." the way his face twisted at your tone almost made it worth it. almost.
after that, you stopped reaching out. what was the point? you threw yourself into your own shit—training harder, fighting dirtier, throwing yourself into missions with the new guardians like maybe if you bled enough, it’d stop hurting. rex joked that you had a death wish. william gave you that look, the one that said he knew exactly why you were acting like this. you told them both to fuck off.
but the worst part? seeing him with her. laughing at some dumb shit you know isn’t that funny, her fingers curled around his bicep like she’s got some kinda claim on him. and mark—mark just lets her. smiles at her like she hung the fucking stars, like he didn’t used to save that same stupid grin for you after you pulled off some reckless stunt together.
you don’t get it. what makes her so goddamn special that he’d throw away seven years of friendship without a second glance? was it always this easy for him to walk away? or—fuck—did he know? did he figure out the way your chest went tight when he flashed you that lopsided smile, the way you’d bite your tongue to keep from saying something stupid? maybe that’s why he’s avoiding you now. maybe he’s uncomfortable, grossed out, whatever. great. now you’re not just his ex-best friend, you’re the pathetic loser who couldn’t keep his feelings in check.
you tell yourself you hate him for it. (you don’t.) you tell yourself it doesn’t matter. (it does.) and when you catch them whispering together in some corner, her leaning in close, his cheeks going pink—you swallow the acid rising in your throat and walk the fuck away.
then the invincible war happened. and suddenly, none of it mattered anymore.
the sky split open with a sound like the world breaking in half, and then they came. dozens of him. hundreds. all wearing some twisted version of that stupid hero suit, faces hardened by wars you couldn’t even imagine. they moved like mark, fought like mark, though just a tiny bit more brutal. same face, same stupid hair, but their eyes—fuck, their eyes were all wrong. colder. sharper. like someone had taken the boy you grew up with and carved out everything soft. they moved through the city like a natural disaster, reducing buildings to rubble with casual backhands, their laughter ringing out over screams. you should’ve been terrified. but all you could think was: they’re still him. underneath all that blood and violence, they’re still mark.
you fought anyway. because what the fuck else were you supposed to do? stand there and watch? your knuckles were raw meat, your ribs a symphony of agony, but you kept moving—dragging sobbing kids from collapsed buildings, shoving civilians behind you when another variant came crashing down. you weren’t a god like him, just some stubborn asshole too stupid to know when to quit.
then one of them hit you. not the full-force punch that could’ve liquefied your insides—no, this one pulled at the last second, like some fucked-up courtesy. it still sent you skidding through concrete, rubble biting into your back. you spat blood, glaring up at the variant standing over you. his face was all wrong—smirking, cruel—but the way he hesitated? that tiny flinch? mark. always fucking mark.
and that’s when you broke your own rule. you screamed for him. not these warped copies. not the monster looming over you. your mark. the one who used to trade you half his candy bar even when you swore you didn’t want any, the one who’d elbow you in the ribs when you made a joke so stupid it hurt.
but he didn't come.
then laughter—not from the variant above you, but from somewhere in the smoke. another one stepped forward, then another, circling like sharks. they were all wrong in different ways: one with a scar through his eyebrow, another with eyes too dark, another with blood crusted under his nails. but they moved like him. breathed like him. the way one absentmindedly rubbed his thumb over his knuckles after a hit—mark’s nervous habit. the way another tilted his head just so before speaking—mark’s "i’m about to say something stupid" tell.
your stomach twisted. they weren’t him. but they were. and god help you, you still knew him in every one.
(you used to love that you could read him so easily. now it just felt like a knife twisting.)
when you managed to get away and finally found the real mark (your mark), he was pristine. not a scratch, not a speck of dust. and eve was there, because of course she was, her hand on his arm like she was anchoring him to some better world where this wasn’t happening. the second he saw you—bloody, swaying on your feet—his face did this fucking thing. eyebrows pulling together, mouth opening then closing. like he wanted to say a hundred things and choked on all of them.
"you left me," you snarled. your voice cracked. you hated that it cracked. "you promised. you swore—"
"it’s not that simple," he said, and wow, wasn’t that just perfect? not i’m sorry. not i fucked up. just another excuse.
"bullshit." you were shaking so bad your teeth rattled. let him think it was the adrenaline. let him think it was the pain. "what, was i just—what, practice? someone to kill time with until you found your real friends? your real—" your throat closed. you couldn’t even say it.
something flashed in his eyes—hurt? anger?—and for a second, you thought he’d finally fight back. but then his shoulders dropped. he just... let you go. again.
you turned away before he could see your face. before he could see how badly you were breaking.
(and if you had to bite your tongue bloody to keep from screaming—well. no one left to care, was there?)
the paramedics barely had time to slap some gauze on you before you were ripping the IV out of your arm and stumbling back into hell. your vision swam, your ribs screamed, but you'd be damned if you were gonna lie there while people died. you weren't invincible. you weren't even close. but you were angry, and right now, that was enough.
you lost count of how many you pulled from the wreckage. a kid sobbing for her mother. an old man trapped under a collapsed storefront. some rookie hero with their leg bent all wrong. each time you went back in, the smoke got thicker, the variants' laughter louder. one of them—slightly taller than your mark, with paler skin, and a bumblebee colour scheme hero suit—spotted you dragging a family to safety and grinned. "well look at you," he purred, landing in front of you with a crack of concrete. "little hero."
you spat blood at his feet, glaring up at the variant who'd been haunting the edges of this fight for hours. you'd seen what this one did—how he'd hover just out of reach while buildings collapsed, how he'd smile as people screamed. the worst part? he moved exactly like your mark. same tilt of the head when he was amused. same way he cracked his knuckles before a fight. but where your mark's eyes had always been warm, this one's were empty. like looking at a funhouse mirror version of someone you used to love.
"fuck off if you're just gonna cause me trouble," you snarled, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. your whole body ached, but you forced yourself to stand straighter. you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you break. you hoped that this variant wouldn't notice the family slowly backing away and slipping out of sight.
his grin widened, slow and predatory. "and if i don't?" he took a step closer, and you hated how familiar his shadow felt. "will you let me stick around?"
"in your dreams." you braced for a fight, but he just laughed—a sound that sent ice down your spine. it was mark's laugh, but wrong, like someone had stripped all the joy out of it.
"oh, i do dream about you," he murmured, circling you like a shark. "funny, isn't it? all these universes, all these versions of me... and not a single one got you." his fingers brushed your shoulder, feather-light. you jerked away, but he just smirked. "except this one. and what did my pathetic counterpart do? threw you away."
your fists clenched. "shut up."
"make me." his voice dropped, low and intimate, like he was sharing a secret. "you could, you know. i'd let you."
you swung at him. he caught your wrist effortlessly, his grip tight enough to bruise. for a second, you were nose-to-nose, close enough to see the flecks of gold in his eyes—mark's eyes—and the way his gaze dropped to your mouth.
then he yanked you forward, his other hand tangling in your hair. "you're perfect," he breathed, and the reverence in his voice made your stomach turn. "all that fire, all that fight... and he just left you here to die." his thumb brushed your lower lip, smearing blood. "lucky for you, i don't make the same mistakes."
behind him, more variants emerged from the smoke. some grinning. some hungry. all watching you. they were all wrong in ways that made your chest ache—one had mark's smile but none of his warmth, another moved with his grace but none of his restraint.
(and the worst part? somewhere deep down, under all the rage and betrayal, a traitorous part of you recognized them. missed them. because no matter how twisted they were—they were still mark.)
then he landed—another variant, but this one was different. the second his boots hit the ground, his eyes locked onto you, and his whole face shattered. like someone had punched the air from his lungs. your name fell from his lips in a whisper, raw and broken, like he couldn’t believe you were real.
your heart stuttered.
it was the way he looked at you—like you were something precious. like he’d spent years searching for you in the dark. before you could react, he was in front of you, his hand hovering just beside your cheek, trembling. "i didn’t think i’d be able to see you again," he breathed, voice cracking.
and god, it hurt. because this—this was what you’d wanted. for your mark to look at you like that. to want you like that. your throat tightened, traitorous heat prickling behind your eyes. for one pathetic second, you leaned into it.
then reality crashed back down.
you wrenched away, disgust curdling in your gut. "don’t—don’t fucking touch me," you snarled, swinging at him blindly. your fist connected with his jaw, but he didn’t even flinch. just stared at you with those devastated eyes, like you were the one breaking him.
other variants closed in—hands grabbing at your arms, your waist, your shoulders—all of them murmuring shit that made your skin crawl.
"we’ve got you—"
"you’re safe now—"
"just stop fighting—"
you thrashed like a wild animal, throwing elbows, kicking out, biting when one got too close. but they were stronger. their grips were firm but careful, like they were afraid you’d break. the masked one—the one who’d spoken first—cupped the back of your head, his thumb brushing that stupid, familiar spot where your mark used to shove you playfully. "shhh," he murmured, voice so soft it made your chest ache.
you hated how good it felt.
"let me go!" you choked out, but it sounded weak even to your own ears. you were exhausted. hurt. and worst of all—lonely. so fucking lonely. and here they were, all of them, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered in any universe.
(and maybe that’s why, when one of them finally pulled you against his chest, you didn’t fight as hard as you should have. maybe that’s why, when he buried his face in your hair, you shook instead of shoving him away.)
(you hated yourself for it.)
you should’ve fought harder. should’ve spat in their faces, should’ve clawed your way back to a world that didn’t want you. but their hands were so warm—calloused palms cradling your face, fingers brushing through your hair—and their voices curled around you like a safety net you hadn’t realized you were starving for.
they took you home. not some hideout, not a battlefield—yours. your shitty apartment with the broken AC and the couch mark had helped you drag up three flights of stairs a year ago. the variants moved through it like they’d memorized every inch, like it was sacred. one ran a bath while another pressed a glass of water into your shaking hands. a third—the one with the white viltrumite uniform and the expression of a haunted space prince—knelt in front of you, carefully peeling your ruined suit away from your wounds. "look at you," he murmured, thumb stroking your knee. "so brave. so perfect."
you flinched. it was too much. not just the tenderness, but the way they looked at you—like you were something worth searching for, like they’d burn the world down just to keep you safe. one curled around you on the couch, his chin hooked over your shoulder as he whispered how strong you were, how good. another pressed kisses to your bruised knuckles like they were something holy.
and god, it hurt. because these were monsters. you’d seen what they could do. but they were also mark—every smirk, every hesitant touch, every stupid joke muttered into your hair. your chest ached with the wrongness of it, the guilt. what did it say about you, that you could lean into their arms when they were coated in blood? that you craved their approval when your own mark had thrown you away?
"you're all gonna leave too," you mumbled before you could stop yourself. the words tasted like bile. "once you all get bored. once you all find someone better."
the room went still.
then hands were on you—not restraining, just holding. the variant with a veil tilted your chin up, his thumb wiping away something wet you refused to acknowledge. "listen to me," he said, voice rough. "there is no one better. there never will be."
"we don’t want anyone else," the one with a mohawk and piercings growled, pressing his shoulder to yours as he crossed his arms.
"you’re ours," the one without goggles whispered, lips brushing your temple. he pulls back slightly and your lips quiver when he has that lopsided, gentle smile on his face. "and we’re yours. always. okay?"
you shook. it was too much. not enough. you wanted to scream. you wanted to believe them.
so when they asked—not to claim you, but to be yours, to belong to you in a way your mark never had—you let out a shuddering breath.
and you didn’t say no.
(and if, across the ruined city, your mark finally realized what he’d lost—if his voice broke as he whispered your name as you stood with versions of him who knew better, if his hands clenched at his sides like he could physically feel the space where you should’ve been—well.
he should’ve held on tighter.)
oh wow. i enjoyed writing this 2.7k word one-shot way too much—especially the parts with sinister mark and the other variants, hahahah. something about writing them all obsessed with reader just hits different, you know?
i kept the variants a little ambiguous on purpose—partly because i love the idea of you all getting to imagine which variant is which (mohawk? masked? omni? viltrum? shiesty? you pick), and partly because, honestly? this style just flowed better for me. my last invincible variants one-shot had me struggling trying to match specific traits and headcanons, but this time? pure vibes. pure chaos. and it was so much fun.
hope you enjoyed this angsty, messy, "why are all these murderous marks so weirdly tender??" ride as much as i did! let me know what you think—your comments and reactions always make my day. <33
- once you start dating this guy, your expected to be eating with him often. Not expected, more like he moved on pretty fast and wants you too, he won’t force you of course.
-You’d also eat with some of the gems (mainly amethyst) sometimes but not too often.
-I feel like he’s a great chef. I mean we’ve seen the food he’s made before, I wouldn’t turn that down
-Sometimes if he’s feeling romantic he will make some candlelight dinner for you and him, roses and all. But that’s not often due to his tight schedule
G- Getting protective over you
-I feel like he’ll be very protective over you (like most of his friends, but more).
-He’s been through a lot and would rather not lose someone he loves dearly.
-He’ll get protective over you whether it’s another corruption(somehow), or human, gem, (Kevin too) or just anyone that seems like they could harm or take you away
-Of course he’s not some obsessive Yandere boyfriend, he just is worried about you. After all he feels safe and comfortable around you and loves you, he wouldn’t want to have you gone
L- Lounging around on a lazy day
-Rare, but fun. Due to his tight schedule for the week he doesn’t have much time to lunge around with you.
-But it’s fun when he does. You two would just be watching some cartoons he liked as kids and eating snacks (together breakfast/cookie cats).
-Also if you guys don’t want to watch tv then you’d play video games all day long, once pearl had to tell you two to go to bed since you were up till 3am playing the Legend of Zelda together
-Sometimes you’ll just cuddle. Just simply cuddle with a few kisses from time to time.
S- Sleeping over with you
-He was really excited to sleep over with you. He wasn’t the most nervous person about it but definitely a little anxious
-He’s like a big comforting Golden retriever. Hugging him and cuddling him is so comforting and helps you relax. He’s really gentle too
-It was a little awkward at first but you both got use to it after like 2 hours.
-You both will switch beds. Like sometimes he’ll sleep over either you and sometimes you’d sleep over at his place, mainly you like sleeping at his place cause his bed is very comfy*
W- Waking you up
-I think it’s a 50/50 he’s gentle and playful.
-Half the time he’ll gently shake you or kiss you over and over again softly, whispering for you to wake up
-Them other times he’ll scare the shit out of you to wake up, push you off the bed(not to hard), shake you, poke you, and all that.
-Sometimes you actually thank him for waking you up playfully since it really wakes you up for the day, though you definitely rather have Steven’s softer side wake you up
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