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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 3 months

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NATIONAL ANTHEM- P.B PARKER

Pairing- Rich! Peter x Country Club! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: You work at the local country club as a barcart girl and you run into your crush, aka the son of the richest man in town-Peter Parker. Simple flirting becomes something... more.

Warnings: Making out, suggestive sexual content, dry humping, teasing, swearing, drinking :)

i'm your national anthem, god, you're so handsome- take me to the hamptons, bugatti veyron... he loves to romance 'em, reckless abandon, holding me for ransom, upper echelon -national anthem, lana del rey

Money is the anthem, of success- so before we go out- what’s your address? You hummed along to the sweet melody as it trickled out of the old stereo from your cart, speakers crackling slightly.

It was a hot summers day, you felt a little bead of sweat drip down the back of your neck as you breathed in the fresh air, smelling of fresh cut grass and fancy colone. It was days like this when you were most busy on the golf course, barley able to squeeze in a lunch break before someone came up to you, begging for a whisky sour.

But today you had tucked yourself away in a little hidden spot, a perfect view of scenery, the green hills stretching on for miles.

Sipping on a sweet ice tea from your straw you fiddled with, you watched as Peter Parker braced himself before swinging, club hitting the ball with a clean wack! before thudding down near the hole.

The wind rustled the flag and the fabric of his polo shirt, hair ruffled under his baseball cap.

You tried not to stare but it was impossible.

The way he smiled was intoxicating, and the way he laughed at his friends jokes… god you hoped to make him laugh like that someday.

Though he was almost four years older, the two of you had met during your freshman year of university. You weren’t close, but you werent strangers either. The odd hello was said, a smile and a passing glance in the library from his books.

Now you were practically about to graduate and he was working on his masters, his school out of state. He was home for the summer though, which was nice.

It just meant you could possibly serve him, which also made you anxious beyond belief because that meant you had to talk to him again. You took a bigger sip until you heard the straw suck up the bottom of the glass and the melting ice to ease your butterflies.

Wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck- I said can we party later on he said yes, yes, yes!

Another deep breath.

He walked in your general direction, but you doubted he could see you. You prayed the low hanging branches covered you, or at least your face. You tried to look out at the rolling hills in the distance, admiring the scenery.

It was very out of your element, but you couldn’t deny the fact it was beautiful here. The ever so fancy country club estate glimmered in the sun, tall hedges trimmed to perfection with roses blooming in the gardens.

You could just see the tall fountain spilling water down, next to the tennis court. Sometimes you worked the bar there, or handed out water and towels, but you preferred being a cart girl.

It made your life much more interesting, to drive around and to see more people. Today you got to see your favourite person.

And apparently he got to see you.

The branches rustled and got pulled to the side, a buff, 6’4 man staring down at you. “Hey sorry, am I bothering you?”

You almost choked on your straw as you bite down on it. “No, no sorry I was just on my break. But how can I help you?”

“Oh shit my bad, I’ll leave you to it-“ He went to turn away, then stopped. Whipped back around.

“Wait- Y/N? Is that you?” Your heart skipped a beat.

“Yeah hey Peter.” you smiled.

“Jeez it’s been a while! I missed seeing you around. How’s life been?”

He missed you?! No, he missed seeing you. That’s different. Get a fucking grip woman.

“I missed you too! Or- wait erm… It’s been good! How’s life at Warner?”

His eyes brightened as you stumbled over your words, pleased you remembered where he was.

“It’s good. Super good. Lots of sunshine, and I’ve made some friends.”

“Not failing anything I hope?” you teased and he laughed.

“No, no I would never. But it’s good to be home for the summer. How’s your program going?” he asked, taking off his hat to run a hand through his messy hair, slicking it back from falling back into his eyes.

You tried not to stare at his arms but it was deemed impossible. His shirt fit him so well, his biceps strained in the fabric as they curled, and you could see whispers of a tattoo on his one arm. Jesus Christ.

“Super good. Almost finished, actually. Not sure what’s next, but working here has helped pay for most of it.”

“That’s awesome, you should be so proud. You’re a hard worker Y/N, seriously. You’ve always been.”

You almost melted at his praise, sinking deep into your seat as your tennis skirt fanned out across your thighs. There was no way he didn’t know about the effect he had on you. He had to know he drove you crazy.

“Thank you so much Peter. It means a lot coming from you.” You beamed.

“Awh shucks. Well anyways, I just came because I saw a cart over here and was going to snag a drink, but if you’re on break I won’t bother you.”

“No, no don’t be silly. What can I get you?” you scrambled up, popping open your cooler filled with ice and drinks. “You’re sure?” he asked, standing closer to you, to see what you had.

You squirmed, shivering even though there was no breeze. “Of course. I’m practically done it anyways. Happy to help.” you smiled, trying your very best to be professional and not look at him like you wanted to rip his clothes off at this very second.

“Just a Heineken please doll.” The pet name was going to make you spirial. Jesus. “That’s all?”

“That’s all. I’m easy like that.” You grabbed a cup, scooping ice before pouring the chilled beer. “Here. It’s on the house.” you handed it to him, setting down the empty glass. He shook his head, fishing into his pocket.

“Don’t be silly. Here-“ he handed you a hundred and your eyes widened in surprise and shock.

“For your troubles.” he smirked. “Peter- I can’t, I can’t take this.”

“Then take this too.” He pulled out a tiny slip of paper, crumped as if it had been in his pocket for some time. You opened it, revealing his phone number in fancy writing- the cursive that reminded you of your grandmothers. A little smiley face was printed next to it, which you mirrored back.

“Have you just had this in your pocket in case you bump into a girl?” you asked, laughing.

“I found out you worked here and I wrote it down, waiting until I had an excuse to bump into you. Now I have one.” he winked, lifted his glass in a cheers motion before turning around, emerging from the forest to jog up to his friends.

You watched him in disbelief, jaw slack on the ground. You fought to pick it back up, trying to not crumple the paper anymore as you held onto it for dear life. A wave of giddiness washed over you, your body hot to the touch, head spinning. Clutching the paper to your chest, you sighed.

Simply hoping something would actually come out of this.

For once in your life.

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Something was coming out of this. Key word, was. Lines were blurred, and you weren’t sure if it was currently happening, could’ve happened, or had happened.

It had been a week since the original occurrence, when he had you nearly swooning and begging at his feet. Each day was a little game the two of you played, who could spy on each other first.

It had you picking up extra shifts, just to possibly see him that day, or for longer. The past few days you had worked at the bar by the tennis court, watching the ball bounce back and forth until a familiar face found his way to your bar, despite the fact he was on the opposite side of the property, and had bar carts at his disposal.

It made you feel like a teenage girl again, kicking your feet at the slightest interaction. If he wasn’t at your bar, he had found time to walk past your station (which was always very much out of his way), just to give a little wave, or to check up on you.

A few little texts had been exchanged, nothing more then simple, harmless flirting. That’s what you were telling yourself, and that was the story you were sticking to. Nothing more then that. So whenever he came over to fiddle with the straws, or suck the lemon wedge dry without making a face just to prove he could, you smooshed the feelings of need deep down, as much as you could.

Today was no different.

It was hot, one of the hottest days of the summer. You fanned yourself with a clipboard, thankful for the first time you were working in the bar by the tennis court, where it was air conditioned.

You didn’t understand how people could continue to play as if their life depended on it in the hot, beating sun. It was torturous to watch. You were extremely busy, barley getting a moment to sit down and rest your poor, aching feet- dozens of people swarming the bar for a cool drink.

Ice had to be refilled two times already, and you presumed it would be another two times before your shift was over.

“Busy there eh?” a familiar voice called from across the counter, and for the first time all day you were genuinely happy to serve someone.

“You again! It’s almost like you’re stalking me, or something.” you teased, quickly dropping everything you were doing to go over to see him.

“Something like that. Hey listen, I have a question to ask you.”

“It wasn’t me. I didn’t do it, I swear. The cops have nothing on me.” His eyes widened in mock surpise and his hands went up in surrender.

“Woah. Jeez, I’ll let them know. I have no idea how you found out I was working for them but I guess my disguise is shit.”

“It is shit. I’ve been keeping tabs on you to give you tips on how to be more discreet.” He laughed, swatting you with a straw he grabbed.

“No seriously, my parents are out of town and I was going to throw a party, but I won’t unless you come to it.”

“Well shit, that’s a lot of pressure. You’re basing this whole thing on me going, so if I don’t go everyone will be disappointed at me for cancelling it?” you teased, grabbing the ingredients to make his usual.

“Ha ha. Very funny. You know I don’t mean it like that. But I’d like you to come, it wouldn’t be the same without you there.”

“I don’t really socialize, so I’m sure no one would miss me. Plus, no one knows me.”

“I know you. And I would miss you, and you’re the only person I care about in terms of showing up.”

You smiled softly as his confession, trying to play it cool despite the fact your stomach was currently doing cartwheels. You didn’t even know if you were making his drink right, you prayed muscle memory would save you this time.

“You’d miss me? You just wanna talk to me more, do you like me or something?”

“Or something.” he smirked, smacking a twenty on the table, and you didn’t even bother to give him back his change. He refused to accept it back, you had already tried.

“Thanks for the drink sweetcheeks. It’s on Friday, and if you don’t show I’m gonna call the whole thing off, mid party and then everyone’s gonna be pissed at you.”

“Or at you for making up that stupid rule.” you snarked, sliding him over his glass, and grabbing a clean towel to wipe down your space. You could already feel two peoples eyes on you, waiting for a drink. They could wait a little longer.

“Show up then.” he shrugged. “But wait, I don’t even have your address-“ you called after him as he walked towards the exit, back towards to the heat and blinding sun. He waved his phone, without even looking back.

“Good thing we have these then eh sweets?”

“Smartass.” you grumbled under your breath as his laughed, and you watched the door swing behind him as you were stuck behind the bar.

“What can I get you?” you asked the stranger sitting near you, wishing more then anything it was Peter still there instead.

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He was massive. Wait no- sorry, his house was massive. (Did you seriously think you’d jump the gun that quickly? Get over yourself).

You stared up at it as you emerged from your car, so out of place in this fancy establishment. He lived not only in a gated community but his property was privately gated as well.

Didn’t shock you.

You knew his family was rich, but jesus you didn’t know this rich. Dozens of cars were parked, all range rovers and catialcs as you locked your simple looking black civic.

Oh well. He invited me after all.

You belonged here. You were allowed to be here, no matter how many second thoughts you had looking at the fancy fountain, the perfectly manicured lawn and ferns, a perfect cone shape as they lead up to the massive pillars and white staircase.

You had dealt with snobby rich people before at your job, and you could do it again. Not that Peter was snobby in any way. If anything, he was one of the only ones you knew who was humble and down to earth. Hopefully his friends would be the same.

You smoothed out your mini dress, attempting to get rid of the wrinkles. Nervous, you figited with the pearls on your neck, listening to your heels clack on the pavement before you found yourself up the stairs.

You heard music, but it wasn’t as loud as you expected. No thumping floors or shaking walls, and you couldn’t see any flashing lights. You weren’t even sure what you expected. But it certainly wasn’t this. This seemed oddly calm. You could still clearly hear the cicadas as they chirped outside under the stars.

You lifted your hand to knock, and the double doors swung open as your hand was mid air, mouth opening in confusion.

“You’re not Peter.”

“So you’re observant too. You’re prettier then he described you. He’s been watching out the window for you like he’s on guard duty.”

“Bucky stop flirting with my girl!” a voice called from the other room, and you watched as Peter emerged from the other room, jogging over to you with a smile.

My girl? You fought a smile, trying to pretend his words meant nothing but you lost. Bad.

“Hi. Sorry I was just-“

“Waiting for me. I heard from your friend here. It’s nice to meet you Bucky.” you nodded, laughing as Peter’s cheeks turned a lighter of light pink.

“Likewise. Go into greater detail next time Parker.”

“No, because then you dicks will try to steal her.”

Bucky laughed, walking back in the direction Peter came from, which you assumed was where the main party was. You looked around, surveying the massive foyer- tall pillars also inside, bright chandeliers glistening over the towering staircase.

It was beautiful. You couldn’t help but admire the mural on the ceiling, mimicking a Renaissance style piece.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Thank you for coming. You look beautiful, by the way. I mean you always do- but you look amazing now. Sorry I’m not sure why I’m rambling, I just smoked a joint and I’m nervous.” he trailed on and you laughed, reaching up to touch his bicep in reassurance.

You weren’t sure where the confidence came from, but you were happy about it. His skin was soft and warm, and he leaned into your touch.

“Don’t be nervous. If anything, I’m nervous. This is your party! And it’s so- wow.” you breathed, looking up again at the fresco.

“Everyone’s so excited to meet you. You’ve already met Bucky, I see.”

You giggled. “Hopefully they all like me. Are they friends from school?”

“Some from school, some from home, some from the country club.”

“Ah I see. So a wide variety.”

“Something like that.” he smirked, placing a hand on your lower back as he guided you towards a mysterious hallway. The hand placement. Oh my god the hand placement. You savoured his touch as he guided you, looking up at him despite wearing heels.

Somehow he still towered over you. It made you feel things.

You heard bustle from the room he was guiding you towards, the sound of music leading you onwards. Dozens of people mingled around what looked like a game room. Some lounged on leather couches with drinks in their hands, others playing a round of pool.

You saw Bucky and some others with a deck of cards, others at the bar top. It was spacious, detailed wood panels across the ceiling, with soft lights mounted on the walls, creating a glow. You admired the dozens of paintings perched on the walls, staring at Peter in amazement.

“It’s beautiful here.”

“Thanks.” he smiled, taking it in with you, as if he didn’t see this every day. It made you like him even more somehow, if that was possible.

“Hey everyone this is Y/N. Party is no longer threatened to get cancelled. You’re welcome.” he called out, and everyone cheered.

“To Y/N” Bucky called out in toast, raising his glass. They didn’t even use solo cups. This shit was fancy as fuck.

You laughed, waving to everyone before Peter pulled you aside, the music picking up its tempo as the chatter resumed. “Can I get you a drink? For once?” he asked, and you nodded- following him over to the bar.

“It’s nice to see you behind the counter for once.” you smirked, giggling as he whipped a towel over his shoulder like a real bartender. “What do you mean for once? I will let you know that I am the most prestigious bartender in France. They don’t even call me a bartender, the call me “tender of the bar” " he drawled.

“Just a cider please. I’m easy like that.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank god. I don’t know how to make anything but a whisky sour.”

“Hey, that's a start!” you smiled, watching as he grabbed a chilled glass and slid ice in it, before pouring your drink from the can. “Madame.”

“Thank you, monsior. Mmmm fantastic. You should work with me!” He snorted, throwing the towel down. “They would fire me before I could pick up a glass. You’re too talented, you'd outshine me. You already do.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“You’re being silly.”

“Silly is my middle name.”

“I thought handsome was your middle name?”

“Alright woah now-“

----------------------------------------------------------------- A few hours had passed, and the night was still young. You were drunk, a little- and your shoes had come off. You didn’t know where they went, or where your phone was, or why you were outside with Peter.

But you were outside with Peter. And it was nice.

The air was chill against your skin, but not cold enough you had goosebumps. It was soft against your flushed skin from the alcohol, and you savoured the breeze as it fluttered your dress. Everyone was still inside, but you needed a breather.

You could see the lights shinning brightly from here, where you were on the pool deck. Because of course he had a pool. He also had a tennis court, a golf course, and an indoor pool. No surprises there.

You heard the sliding glass door open and shut, Peter emerging with glasses of water in hand. “I figured you’d want this.” he said, walking over to you with a grin, and a fluster on his cheeks.

“Thank you so much.” you sighed, the water trickling down your hand as you grabbed the ice cold glass, taking a long chug. It cleared your head as it slithered down your throat, relieving your thirst.

“So, is it okay?”

“Is what okay?”

“Here. This. Me.”

You stared at him, cocking your head in interest, attempting to study him. “It’s more than okay. It’s wonderful. You’re wonderful.”

“You think so?” he asked, a glimmer in his eyes as he stepped closer to you, your chests practically touching as he grabbed your empty glass, setting it down beside you.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand slid up, cupping your cheek- thumb brushing your skin making you shiver. Your nipples hardened under his touch- or the chill, you didn’t know.

All you knew was that his eyes were burning holes into yours with the utmost lust you thought you’d simply combust.

“Is it okay if I touch you here doll?”

You nodded.

“What do you want Y/N? Do you want this?” he asked, voice practically begging. The music from the party thudded off the windows, lyrics slipping through the cracks under the doors to echo into your ears.

I sing the national anthem while I am standing over your body hold you like a python, and you can’t keep your hands off me or your pants on, see whatcha done to me, King of Chevron…

“I want this. I want it all.” you murmured, leaning into his touch.

“Can you swim?” he whispered, inching closer and closer to your lips.

Wait- what?

“Ye-” you let out a scream as you felt the world tilt under your feet, tumbling backwards into the hands of a strong man holding your waist. A splash erupted, the world turning a murky dark blue as the music muffled. The water was surprisingly warm as you gasped for air, frantically reaching out for Peter to hold.

He was even warmer than the water despite the cool air, and he laughed as you clung to him, wrapping your legs around his torso, dress hunched up as it stuck to your body like a second skin.

You became very much aware of how his shirt did the same, except it was white, and you could see the perfect outline of his abs and his arm tats.

“Peter what the fuck?!” you shrieked, cut off as his lips crashed to yours, engulfing you with heat and a tenderness you’ve never felt before.

His lips were like pillows as they caressed yours, hands squeezing your thighs, your ass, your waist as he tugged you closer and closer, until your breaths had merged and you had practically become one.

Hands flew up to his hair, tugging on the wet strands as he begged for more, and more- teeth clashing, tongues begging for entrance before they slipped in.

You couldn’t help but moan, breathing harder as his squeezed your ass hard enough to bruise, unleashing whatever restraint he had been holding. You moaned again and he had to pull away, resting his forehead against yours, breathing hard as he watched your mascara smudge and trickle down your cheeks.

“Y/N fuck- if you keep moaning like that… I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” you asked innocently, shivering.

“I’m trying so hard to be a gentleman and not go past this, but if you keep doing that I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.” he murmured, bringing a hand up to stroke a stray strand of water from your cheek, kissing each one.

“That’s okay.” you smiled, grinding your hips against his, rubbing against him as he moaned.

“Jesus christ baby. Fuck.”

You giggled, feeling his very prominent bulge through his pants. You grabbed his chin, lips melting against his once more, just to get a taste of him. You were addicted- heart thudding in your chest, blood turning to molten lava in your veins.

It was like his lips were coated in honey, so sweet you practically licked them. “You’re just so sweet.” you sighed into his lips, kissing him harder. It wasn’t long before you were interrupted, the sound of a sliding glass door opening.

“You guys almost done out here?” Bucky called out, Peter's head whipping to him in annoyance.

“ What do you want?!” he called out, exasperated. “Steve and I wanna swim. Unless you guys want us to join you, I’m sure there wouldn’t be too many complaints on this end.” Bucky smirked, winking at you.

What a goddamn flirt. You couldn’t help but smile back, even if he had just interrupted the best experience of your entire life.

“We’ll be out in a minute Bucky- calm down.”

“No need!” a voice called from the house, to which Steve ran and cannonballed into the pool, splashing you.

Peter sighed, leaning his forehead back against yours. “I am so sorry about them. This is not as romantic as I had hoped in the slightest.”

“What are you talking about? This is totally romantic. The drenched rat look I’m wearing is what the movies had envisioned.”

He laughed, kissing your forehead with a quick peck, before Bucky jumped in right after. “The most beautiful drenched rat I’ve ever seen. I promise you, we’ll have time for this again.”

“Many times?” you asked flirtatiously, and he nodded.

”Many times.”

“Good. Now, I suppose we should all play mermaids now. What powers do you wanna have?”

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s1llydr3amscape · 3 months

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LET ME OUT

Looks like someone failed the captcha test to many times!

Anyways I always wanted to doodle this specific pose from Toyless' animation why because I can :]

Extras under the cut :

This was the specific screenshot I based the pose off I love hands grabbing head!!! :

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The original video ^ (I'll be real with yall I was shocked the original song was poppy playtime because my only experience with it was that all my baby cousins loved that franchise. And they would show me vids off it at family gatherings because I was the babysitter. One of em even debated me abt fnaf like chill out bro you weren't even born when it came out!!!!!)

Glitchtrap rambling time woohoo let's go!!!!

-I redrew em again because I think I'm almost 100% happy with its design!!!! Like I don't wanna change their face so much because the way his face is shaped is my fave!!! Like they have the same style of muzzle as sonic characters!!!!!! I just made it rounder cuz its their early days before this au lore

-I just wanna achieve the unnaturalness with their design. Like they don't belong here. They want to get out. LET HIM OUT. type vibe basically like that's why it has like those kind off teeth instead off the rabbit ones. They get those later in the au.

-I fucking love Glitchtrap so much you don't understand they're so peak!!!!!! I jokingly hate him because I despise what it did to Vanny.

-I was a fan since day 1 bro is just so unique like woah a non animatronic for a change?!?!? STRAIGHT UP A FURSUIT!??!?! Color me impressed!!! I love zooming on it its model and seeing everyy little detail!!! Like omg bro is crying and drooling on the suit!!!!! There's also a patch of uneven stitching pattern on the top of their head compared to their mostly symmetrical design!!!

-I was so fixated on em like my level of obsession for him was bad bad!!!! Like yeah it was still there when Vanny came around during the curse of Dreadbear DLC but you don't understand it surpassed all my Foxy art!!! The first fnaf character I fixated on!?!?? Like what and yall can ask my IRLS bro had lots n lots of art!!!!! I have so much trad art of glitchy it's embarassing!!! Atleast I improved tbh!!

-I just really really loved the fan animations were bro got to time travel to the older fnaf animations and fuck em up!!!! Causing them all to glitch out like hello PEAK!?!?!?! No im not biased to rabbit characters with whiskers shhhhh... SHHH...

-Because I know all those animations already and it's like omg omg OMG Glitchtrap kinda expanded my music taste imma be fr... Fnaf autism is so bad I omfg I only listened to fnaf songs and the only time I listened to other franchises songs is because someone animated fnaf over it... like yeah I was an animation meme kid but even then I only remember the lyrics and titles to songs if I saw fnaf on them (cringe!!!!) So yeah thank u Glitchtrap <33333

-I think Malhare is the cooler name but the Glitchtrap name is cool too because when the names end in trap like this it makes me think they're like warrior cats adjacent. So in this one they just fluctuate between either Malhare or Glitchtrap

-Also another reason he's my super fave is because my brain predicted it's gloop form!!!!

-Like no joke literally the same character I dreamt about during the early days before Princess Quest.

-Except mine was a shadow like the shadow animatronics. More wispy than gloopy. I think the reason I dreamt it was because Shadow Toy Chica and fan made shadow animatronics were getting popular!! But legit same character and colors!!!!!!!

-Just a big dark mass with purple eyes surrounding it like literally the same character my brain came up with and I'm just wow <3333 minus the fact my design had really big giant swirly white eyebrows

-However my Shadow Glitchtrap was kinda more wack to say the least. Like heheheh cuz Glitchtraps a fursuit there's no denying that I changed the dream design a bit. In my old Glitchtrap designs they'd have a zipper and so what would happen was they'd unzip and flip their insides into outsides to reveal the Shadow Glitchtrap thing which was hiding inside them.

-Like those plushies that you can unzip to reveal a different plushie design basically!!!!

-TBH I prefer Glooptrap because yeah!!!!! Amalgamation of hate let's go!!!!!! I think with how gloopy he is its just fun to draw I love the fact that the weird Glitchtrap blockers look like that it fits too much with my own preestablished AU lore.

-I feel like Glitchtrap turns into Glooptrap from like the seams of their suit. Like you see that each part the suit got stitched just turn black as black liquid pours out like ohhh that shit haunted!!!! Bursting outta the seams like oh this guy has no one inside they're all just black sludge!!!!

-In this AU specifically (The one with my millions of Vanny designs) is actually a spoof fnaf AU where everyone lives!!! Like I have 3 AUs technically one of them being the fnaf cast in my oc world where they become my ocs basically called Rabbit City. My other one which is my more serious canon adjacent fnaf AU where no silly stuff or shipping happens, and it's just more overall following my own formed understanding of the canonicity and the series of events with me trying to keep the animatronics more game accurate (I dont think ive posted any of that here due to me feeling like my style limits the nit and grit I wanna go with it). And this one I mainly post on here where everything is just silly and bends to my command and everyone lives because I love everyone <333333 Literally playing with my toys type AU where I do what I want which is why a million vanny designs are in this AU specifically. I usually tag it as this 🦭🩷🐇🐰🐇🐰🐇🐰🐯 because the original name of this au is self indulgent and I'm embarrassed but it's too iconic to change it.

-Glitchtrap in this AU is just much more goofy and silly infecting people like a zombie virus and possessing them for his own gain. Weird eldritch horror that came out of a fnaf fangame. Anything goes in this AU so if I wanna make Glitchtrap a mind controlling zombie warlock wizard so be it!!!! Sorry I love zombies soo much you will have to take this trope out of my cold dead hands!!!!! I love rot!!!

-That's why it's wrinkly because they too me are like a rotten banana (Even though his associated smell to me is lemongrass). Imagine squeezing a banana still with it's skin on. That's how I imagine bro turns into glooptrap if they didn't open the zipper in time. Also because I love the design trope of rotting and withering sue me. I love when the flesh sags across the body. Wrinkles are great bro theyre so real!!!!! Also because back then people kept drawing him as skinny as a twig??? Even though they have fat??? So I made them fatter mostly because like I love the gloop part of it hiding inside <3333

-They're more green pink and purple because imma be real my fave color combo ever <33333

-I wanna do an xray piece with them soon to show their insides but I'm still uncertain if I have the art prowess to concoct it exactly like how I envision it yet. Like I need to squash and scretch them more. They need to look more decrepit and horrible!!!!! something like the unknown from dbd!!!!

-They can't actually emote properly stuck in a permanent smile

-Glithctrap and Vanny’s dynamic is like Lord Hater and Commander Peepers in this one. There's more character adjacent to the dynamic between them concocted in my head but I wanna draw a comic abt it :]

-Like yeah one second they're besties and the next they're at each other's throats ready to strangle eachother. Vanny reluctantly trying to help him at first like how she was first called.

-Oh also in this specific AU Glitchtrap isn't connected to William in the slightest more just it's own thing!!!!

-He's like an AI that wants to be human. It believes it is human. They've mimicked people too much that they don't know what they are anymore. Or what it wants anymore. What do they want.

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prncessjaeger · 6 months

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it was a lazy day filled with laying around, eating anything you could find, and watching “shitty reality tv” as what your boyfriend would call it. “these shows are trash, i don’t know how you watch em.” your bf grumbled and rolled his eyes seeing the same show on the screen. “it’s been 4 days yet you’re still watching it-.”

“and it’s been 4 days yet you’re still complaining about it,” you snapped, watching him hold his arms in a “surrender” gesture and chuckled, watching you unpaused the tv and huff as you mumbled how he kept on “freaking bothering you,”

you noticed eren pacing back and forth in the kitchen, finding something to do so it didn’t seem like he was actually into the show, and of course he’d talk trash about it just to push that narrative away, “hm, not you getting all mad i’m talking about your wack ass show,”

“oh my fucking gosh eren, why’re you so worried about it anyways,” you paused the tv once again, watching him come sit next to you, “cause they’re literally fighting for no reason, et or whatever her name is arguing with that other chick about “staring at somebody,” when all she wants is screen time, then the fights aren’t even all that good...”

you stared at him for a good minute with your eyes squinted, watching him complain on and on, even thought he’s the one focused into the show that was so called “wack” and giggled out , “oh man…”

“what? and you know i’m right too,” you shook your head, turning back to the tv, “nothing baby, just nothing.”

#eren x black fem!reader #fluff #aot x y/n #eren x black reader #eren yeager #attack on titan #eren x reader #aot fanfiction #eren jaeger x reader #aot x black reader #eren aot #drabble #eren headcanons #eren snk #eren jeager x reader #eren x you #eren jaeger

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etoilesbienne · 11 months

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out of curiosity, what are the common qEtoiles mischaracterizations, and the accurate characterizations you wished people used more? Sincerely, an English speaking fan who is re-learning French!

honestly i kind of consider it a mischaracterization when people like... make etoiles into this team leader who always knows what to do and move things forward. or like that he has a bad attitude to like... match his fighting skills. or like the dark knight brooding warrior. he says he is these things. these are lies. he lies about himself constantly. i wouldnt trust a good 2/3 of the things he says about himself to be true. you read him clearer through his actions than his statements.

in my opinion etoiles is more like. sturdy second in command. he's not there to lead, he's there to fill in the holes where they pop up. he's there as cover. he's quick witted in shortchange scenarios, but that is so not the same thing as a genuine strategist. in another expression, if someone is a leader, the leader is a doctor, etoiles's role is more like... the EMS team in an ambulance. He's not there to fix your problem, he's there to keep your problem covered until you can get someone else to fully fix it. but that doesn't mean his role is any less important when he's needed.

Etoiles is also, like, so very much a team player if he respects and trusts a person. And it is so easy to have his respect and trust. His trust starts at 100% for everyone. he's also so very very very good at reading people (gesture to the bbh clip where bbh moves his mouse slightly downward and etoiles calls him out on being depressed). He read Mousey as enjoying dungeons and pvp way more and wanting to hang out with her. He's also one of the only people who like continuously runs in the girlies group and makes all of them pvp with him and they all love it so he keeps coming back to pvp with them. Thats how he started his whole thing with Tina and pvping with her constantly. Reading other people also, he loves finding other pvpers so he attacks roier constantly now bc he knows roier can pvp.

What else OH Etoiles loves whining (and this is because Rayou loves whining) that dude will just complain constantly. You haven't seen an etoiles stream if youve never seen him whine. Can't say I'm not kind of endeared by it. With this too he loves over explaining things (RIP armor powerpoint wish you couldve been given...) because he wants to help everyone....

OH and he's very over exaggerated too in replying to people in a complaining way and a self deprecating way and also likes to try to push the envelope with people and he does all of that to try and get a laugh out of others. like he's well aware people find him going "Oh so you don't give a shit about me and want me to die ? you want etoiles to die ?" fucking hilarious and also loves complaining in the first place thats why he does that. if your etoiles isn't complaining and whining then it isn't etoiles. the self deprecating thing is... its interesting bc he does have full faith in his abilities but will never say it out loud unless its trying to reassure someone who is worried. pushing the envelope is so specific he won't do it too much and its like........... from what ive seen (correct me if im wrong) heavily directed at non francophones where if they laugh at something wack he's done he'll try to do it again to make them laugh more. shoutout to the time he made bbh laugh so much when he cursed he didn't get languaged by bbh so he kept cursing to try to make bbh do it again. the dudes a total people pleaser.

smaller thing ive talked about extensively already (u can prob find it in my q!etoiles tag if i remember i'll edit a link to the posts in here soon lol) etoiles hates losing he looooooves winning he's very intense about it lol. its cute!

on a final note even if you don't become deeply unwell about etoiles like i am i think this highlight clip video has like everything he's like condensed into like 11 minutes. You should watch it. It's a good starting point.

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#qsmp #q!etoiles #asks #hope this helps. Ahehe

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effy-writes · 3 months

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Addict (Blitz x Reader) Chapter Links

(cross posted on ao3 and wattpad. some will be blank as im transporting the chapters from there to here <3)

summery: You've been living out on the streets and with no place to go you decided to visit your old friend again, Blitz. Right whenever he first created I.M.P., he brought you along to steal Stolas' book, and let's just say you're in that transaction as well. Blitz is trying to prevent you from leaving again, so he's being rough on you about your past/current addiction.

Blitzø

The Book (Smut)

Pilot: Pill

Murder Family: Twisted

Loo Loo Land: Best Frens 4 Ever

Spring Broken: Craxk

CHERUB: Wack The Hell Out Of ‘Em

Harvest Moon Festival: Stimulants

Truth Seekers: The Complete Truth (+ Smut)

Ozzie’s/Queen Bee: Methamphetamine

The Circus: The Addiction

Intervention

Seeing Stars: Feelings or Daddy Issues?

Witch (Smut)

Exes and Oohs: Fucking Crack House

Western Energy

Unhappy Campers: A Year Ago

Greed

Oops: Addict

Parents

Mammon: Trust

Talking

The Full Moon: What The FUCK

Apology Tour: Congratu-Fucking-Lations

#helluva boss #blitz x reader #blitzo x reader #blitzø x reader #tw drugs #agnst #fluff #smut #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3

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miintsprigz · 10 months

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Trying something new…

TF2 mercs with a reader experiencing a panic attack. Gender neutral.

This has Engie, Medic, and Scout, cuz I love those three especially. Not sure if I can do requests, but I could try.

Notes: I’ve never had the pleasure of actually playing the game because my technology is very limited (one day…), but I love the characters. If my writing for the mechanics is wack, that’s why.

I also know it would be hard to have a panic disorder and be a mercenary, but I feel like it could still happen sometimes. They’re still human.

Warnings: descriptions of panic attacks and other mental health ailments that may be associated with them, including dissociation, hyperventilation, insomnia, and hallucinations.

Engineer:

-You had been forced into a corner. Inching closer and closer to respawn by the second.

-How many more hits could you take? You weren’t sure. But you didn’t want to go through that again…it had happened so many times…maybe you truly were losing your touch.

-The breath hitched in your throat, and tears threatened to spill down your face. Please…please just leave me alone…!

-A voice crooned from just behind him. The sadistic grin was wiped off your attacker’s face as he received a bright bolt of light to the back of his head, slumping over with a thud.

- “That’s just about enough a’ that, son.” Engineer, with the Short Circuit still smoking, looked down at you. “Ah…” Even with his eyes covered by his goggles, you could see the pleased smirk drop immediately as he retracted the weapon.

-Maybe it was the visible concern, maybe it was the fact that you didn’t have to be in fight or flight anymore, but the dam broke. You couldn’t breathe, every attempt at getting air came out in sharp gasps, audibly sobbing.

-“C’mere, darlin’…how bad did he getcha… Whoa—”

-You clamped your arms around him when he went to help you up, holding for dear life as your face quickly became slick with tears. “T-too close…I, I almost…oh my gosh…”

-Engie went rigid for a moment, clearly not expecting the sudden grasp, not knowing what to do.

-Machines, those he knew how to fix. But to find one of his closest teammates broken down crying in his arms, shaking like a leaf… how could he fix that? Could he…? Surely, surely he could. He would. That was his job!

-Slowly, warmly, two strong arms wrapped around you, stroking your shoulder with his thumb.

-“Now, now, honey…don’t you cry, I got ‘em for ya. And if anyone lays another finger on ya, they’re gettin’ a wrench to the dome, hear me?” You nodded quick, curling your head into his shoulder.

-“Let’s get you outta here, we’ll find the doc together, patch you up. Up ya go…”

-Assuming you didn’t start walking by yourself, he did his best to smoothly transfer you out of the embrace and into a close carry.

-You still struggled to catch your breath, and as he picked his pace up, you rested your head against his chest.

-Feeling his voice reverberate, you heard him humming the song he’d been softly singing the other night. The same one you had fallen asleep to. Trying to soothe you, in his own sort of way.

Medic

-Burning. Burning all over. That’s all you remember. You’d dropped your guard…there was just a Pyro and a Scout left, and you’d ended up completely burned.

-As you were brought back, you found that you couldn’t stand.

-Medic hurried up to you as you dropped to your knees, MediGun in hand. “Ah, wunderbar (wonderful)! I have saved a charge just for you, let’s go finish—oh. (Y/N), was ist los (what’s the matter)???”

-You grasped at your arms, your legs, you swore you could still feel the flames licking at you. Your breathing sped up, feeling your heart pounding in your ears.

-Medic may have had his license revoked, but he still knew exactly what this was.

-As you tried to get up and listen to what he had been telling you to do, he immediately stood in front of you. “Nein, I cannot in good conscience let you go back out right now. Bitte (please), (Y/N), sit down.”

-Plunking yourself right back down on the floor, you fought hard against the tightness that was forming in your throat. “That…that freaking sucked…”

-“I know that it did.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him moving to put an arm around your shoulder, giving you a moment to back away if you needed to.

-He seemed surprised when you instead leaned against him, trying your best to keep yourself together.

-“Oh! …ah, Liebe, that is not one you recover from quickly. Sit still…it’s okay.”

-The doctor reached over and softly ruffled your hair, his touch surprisingly gentle. A few tears escaped your eyes, but you were beginning to catch your breath again.

-“I know I was a bit strict, but…sending you out like this could easily get you killed again…and we do not want that.”

-Medic stared daggers towards the direction of the scent of smoke. How dare they set you ablaze. He’d make sure to take them out in pieces…

-The thought of bloodshed nearly drove him to his feet, almost hungry for it, but as he looked at you, he dropped his shoulders. We can get revenge later. They need me right now.

-“Liebe, listen. Don’t work so hard, alright? It’s no good for your heart… There will be hell to pay for that…for now though...stay here. And I’ll stay too, if it helps. I just healed everyone, I think they’ll be good.”

-You glanced up at him. “Are you comfortable like this?” He rolled his eyes wearily, but chuckled.

-“Me? I’m just fine.”

Scout

-The enemy Spy had been absolutely unrelenting for the last few days. Nowhere was safe. Nowhere at all.

-You were so anxious about going back to that the next day that it was even beginning to mess with your sleep. You swear you saw shadows moving, eyes in the dark…the lack of sleep only made it worse.

-Every encounter with that menace ran through your mind, playing on repeat as you stared at the ceiling. Finally, you decided to give up on sleep and go back downstairs.

-Upon seeing a shadow standing in the darkness, you couldn’t help but stumble backwards with a gasp, fumbling for a weapon that wasn’t anywhere near you.

-“Whoa! Hey pal, whatcha doin’ up right now?”

-The voice was clearly that of the Scout…or maybe that was what he wanted you to think.

-Unable to catch your breath, you ended up with your back to a wall, hands up in front of you in a panic. You saw Scout through your fingers—and quickly-accumulating tears at the corners of your vision. He looked…worried. Extremely so.

-Scout was confused, not atypical for him. But why were they so afraid? He hadn’t been too loud, had he? “…(Y/N)…it’s me, Scout. Jeremy. Ya…ya don’t gotta be scared. I’m sorry…didn’t mean ta scare ya.”

-Your hands visibly shook as you looked at him, desperately searching for some sign that could tell you if this was real or fake. “…you’re the real one…?”

-Oh. They were scared about the Spy…that scared? He’d noticed they’d been acting way different.

-“It’s the real me, (Y/N). Ain’t no freakin’ Spy gettin’ in here with me around. I’d never lie to ya, so please…”

-Somehow this did the trick. You fell apart, crying into your hands, which were cold and clammy at this point, ashamed of your own fear. “I’m sorry! …I’m sorry…”

-“Hey…it’s okay, I gotcha…” Scout knelt down in front of them, holding his empty hands out. Maybe if they see I’m not armed, it’ll help?

-You felt a gentle tap on your knee. Pulling one hand back, you found Scout holding his own out to you. “C’mere a sec.”

-Taking his hand, his fingers carefully intertwined with yours. You could feel the roughness around his palm from the constant grip on his bat.

-His eyes were bright, even in the dark. “That Spy? He’s a wuss, ya hear me? All talk. And next time we go up against him, we’re gonna send him back to his base pissin’ himself and cryin’ for his ma, cuz nobody messes with us, right?”

-You couldn’t help but crack a smile as he tried to rally you, in the carefree cocky way he always did. “Y-yeah…that’s right.”

-“You know it! We’ll win, we always do! And if he gets anywhere near you, I’ll whack his friggin’ lights out, so don’t you worry, doll! Not out there…and not here.”

-With this, he pulled you in by the hand and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a firm pat on the back. “You know I’d never let anybody hurt ya, right?”

-“Y-yeah…thank you. Sorry I got so scared.”

“Don’t gotta apologize for nothin’. He’s a creep, I don’t blame ya. But that’s all he is.”

-Your eyelids were now growing heavy, and a quiet yawn interrupted the conversation.

-“Sleep, (Y/N). I’m right here. Ain’t nothin’ gonna touch ya with me here.”

#tf2 #team fortress #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #engineer x reader #medic x reader #scout x reader #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 x reader #mint writes

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brittle-doughie · 2 years

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Hey may I ask for a affogato x reader?

Like the reader had taken them in during their wandering after being banished or maybe met y/n while still part of the cookies of darkness...aaaand decides to ditch em for y/n and allowed them to live with them rent free because they like the company and maybe they are oblivious and overly sweet...like any attempts to manipulate them just FLIES over their head and they are just always super kind? And maybe......as a little extra:

y/n was an ex-watcher who related to being banished...and their crime? Acts of kindness and trying to help some of the cookies get stronger......like not even really breaking any laws, just wasting time and resources in dark cacao's eyes(for example not stealing food to feed the poor but doing something like teaching the poor how to hunt so they can hunt their own food or some acts of kindness dark cacao would view as wasting time)

Oh and I forgot to mention...what y/n is now post banishment:

ex watcher with crazy fighting skills....now someone who does stuff with yarn, either makes it or sews it into toys and blankets...can already imagine affogato looking around to try to find a certain yarn he wishes for y/n to use...and somehow stumbles upon their old watcher weapons that y/n had kept incase they ever needed to do self defense (I.e. a burglar breaking in to steal money or something) and affogato asks about it and y/n just casually mentions how they were banished for their kindness...not even turning to look at affogato, just continuing to crochet...

and when affogato makes a fuss about that (if he does)...that they shouldn't have been banished over such thing...y/n is just like "hey, it's alright! I'm making a good living out here! So it's ok! I have food on the table, a roof over my head, soft yarn, and now you....so I'm ok! No need to get upset over little ol'me being banished!"

Sorry if this is too much for one requests lol...just had the idea of a y/n who was an ex watcher who now just crochet with yarn taking in affogato and thought it sounded interesting and fun...

A Fish in a Barrel (Affogato Cookie)

Cacao being wack with the banish hammer. I went crazy on this one, it’s a full on story! Hope you like it!

Affogato hurried within the snow, horror clasping his being as he dared not look back. His plans were perfect, he should’ve had the kingdom easy! Cacao being alive REALLY put an end to his plans as he retreated within the cold tundra, not knowing where he’s going, just as long as it wasn’t the Cacao Kingdom, it would be ugly if he ever showed his face there again…

Affogato was tired and the raging cold wasn’t doing him any favors. He grew more sleepy and cold as he collapsed into the snow, his vision growing dim. Before he lost consciousness, he swore he heard the sound of footsteps approaching and the feeling of being lift up before everything went black….

Affogato came to, but instead of the freezing cold and heavy breeze, he was in a bed. He got up and noticed his staff next to the bedside as he picked up, the door opened to reveal a cookie with a warm smile and winter coat on.

You greeted him as you asked if he was okay? Please, take this hot chocolate to warm up.

Affogato would likely try to already Butter you up as he takes the cup. This was such a lovely cabin you have, what was a cookie as generous as you living alone here?

He’s taken aback when your response was that you rather enjoy the solitude here, it brings you peace and a sense of calmness, your words unaffected by Affogato’s attempt at charming you. However, that smile of yours was instead affecting HIM, he tried to look the other way as he felt his cheeks grow warm.

But no matter! He knows he will have you wrapped around his nonexistent thumb soon

Throughout Affogato’s time in your cabin, the cookie would try every which way to make you fall under his spell.

He would praise you for everything you did! You cooked dinner? why it looked really delicious! You came home with lumber? You were such a hard-working and strong cookie that others should look up to!

He would even get physical with some of praise, he’d hug you if you had a tiring day and massage your shoulders as he whispered praises into your nonexistent ear. This will surely have you entranced by him!

However, it seemed none of these attempts would work as you were still the warm and considerate cookie you always were, did you even acknowledge what he was doing or saying?!

In actuality, Affogato was the one being entranced by your kindness and generosity. You gave him so much without expecting anything in return. You gave him a place to stay, you made him food, you shared with him parts of your past, you were emotionally close to him then he realized.

It was at that point that Affogato decides that…perhaps it was time to turn a new leaf. If you were so nice to him and didn’t hold anything he’s done to you against him, then it was only fair that he started to treat you with warmth in return. Needless to say, this would change him quick.

He was incredibly attached to you, the cookie had lost everything and having you around just made him gravitate towards you.

He would wait near the door for your arrival when you left for lumber, greeting you kindly as you arrived. You would embrace one another as Affogato held onto you tight, he waited for a long while, so please let him hug you to his heart’s content.

If you were ever feeling down, Affogato was there with his praising to cheer you up. No longer was it for manipulation tactics, but to see the smile on your face return. It looked wonderful on you~

Affogato really felt like he knew almost everything there was about you, or at least, he thought he did…

You were knitting a sweater and needed a new ball of yarn that was in your room and asked if Affogato could quickly grab it for you, he very much obliged as he hurried into your room and spotted it on your bed. However, as he reached for it, the sun outside made something glimmer from within your closet, it caught his eye.

As much as he didn’t want to invade your privacy, especially after how much the two of you bonded over the months, curiosity got the best of him as he approached the closet and gently slid open the door as he gazed at what was in your closet.

Weapons. Not just any sort of weapons, these were Watcher weapons. Bow and arrow, a glaive, swords, and a sturdy wooden shield. Despite the hideaway method Affogato found them in, they looked to be recently maintained and clean. Affogato’s eyes widen at the realization of who you likely once were…

Affogato returned with the ball of yarn as you requested, but with that look of contemplation, you asked him what was up.

Affogato gave it to you straight and asked if you were once a Watcher!

With how he asked that question so dramatically, he was flustered to see you simply laugh…before casually telling him that, yes! You were once a Watcher for the Dark Cacao Kingdom! The 8th Watcher in fact!

“W-what?! You were a Watcher?! To tell me so bluntly like that! What were you doing here in this cabin! Didn’t Watchers have a duty to the kingdom?! Why hold onto all these…weapons?”

The weapons? They were for in case some wise cookie thinking they could break into this cabin and get away with it. You were still in tune with your Watcher training, you can pretty much whoop the absolute crumbs out of any manic that barged in here.

As for the other questions, well, simple! You were banished from the kingdom.

Affogato would be flabbergasted! Has that stubborn old fool been that empty headed to have let you go?! He didn’t really care if other cookies were banished, like that wretched First Watcher…..but a cookie like you?! What did YOU do to warrant banishment?!

Well….

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This feeling of worry didn’t leave you as you approached the throne room, the call to see His Majesty, Dark Cacao Cookie, had a different feeling this time. You just had this feeling in your gut that this wouldn’t be good…but at the same time, considering your actions for a while, you also knew that this was a long time coming.

“I worry for you, Y/N Cookie. Our King may have misunderstood your intentions, if you could allow me to help explain this-“

No no, it was okay, Caramel Arrow. You…knew this would happen eventually.

The First Watcher, Caramel Arrow Cookie, was both your comrade in arms and close friend. So when the news that Dark Cacao requested your presence at the throne room, a feeling of dread had also came over her. Her minding was wandering, what exactly had you done that warranted your presence there? Unless this what about…

You were before your King as you kneel down to show your respect. Your fellow cookies watched with anticipation and brooding as they too wondered why the king had called you to the throne room…

“Y/N Cookie, do you know why you have been called?”

If this is about your….reoccurring absences from the kingdom, then yes, you knew why you were here…

“Not just that, but our fellow cookies have spotted them going in and out of the pantries at around the same time rations have been reported missing! This is no coincidence!”

Before you can even utter a single word, Caramel Arrow already jumped at the accusation, her irritation showing.

“Those were their own share of the rations and theirs to share! I’ve seen them done it before, they make sure to never take anymore then their allotted portion! There is no truth that Y/N Cookie has committed thievery!”

“Oh really? Then what about their absences from the Kingdom? Aren’t Watchers always suppose to be on duty?”

This time you were able to answer that one! That was your own personal time that you’ve dedicated to make sure the villages were safe and secure, you also took the time to train them up too so they’re aren’t defenseless in case of bandits or fortuna forbid, a snow lion! You couldn’t leave them out to dry if they hungry, so you’ve done what you could during your break times to help them train to fend for themselves…

“Are you accusing our King from not doing enough? Are you really enabling this cookie to do as they please with the King’s time and resources?”

“Stop twisting their words! Y/N Cookie would never do anything to go against our king and the kingdom!”

“It’s pretty obvious that Y/N Cookie only proves to be a detriment to the kingdom! If stealing from our King and wasting his time trying to wrangle them back into the kingdom is what he should expect from them, then they are to be banished from the citadel! Your decision, my Liege!”

Dark Cacao pondered for a minute, the throne room was in heavy silence before he spoke.

“I have reached my decision. Y/N Cookie, you need not return here. The passion you have to protect cookies all around is insurmountable, these walls only serve to hold you back…”

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You finished the tale as you continued knitting, though you had a more solemn look to your eyes….

You had left the citadel shortly after your banishment, many of your fellow comrades raised objections at the verdict. There was no way that a cookie, the 8th Watcher no less, would do such things like waste of resources and thievery!

Caramel Arrow…she took it the hardest. You recall holding her right as you were about to leave. The guards at the gate could only watch as Caramel Arrow held you close and tightly, only you being able to hear her silent crying.

You promised her that you’ll be safe, continuing to help cookies. She’ll never forget you, she took inspiration of your good deeds and aim to do the same by helping out the nearby villages and provide them aid…it was an honor to fight alongside you…

You waved her farewell as the kingdom got further and further away until the falling snow obscured it from your vision…

….

Affogato was livid. What were his disciples thinking?! Oh he was going to turn them into CRUMBS when he sees them again….

Affogato went into a fit as he ranted about how Cacao was a big fool, a cookie that did nothing but give to others, and he would just throw you away…

However, before he could get more riled up, you stopped knitting and stood up as you placed a hand on his shoulder..

You reassure him that it was fine! That was a long while ago since you’ve left the kingdom, you’ve…learned to grow past the feelings of betrayal, the anguish, the pain…and learned that you could still do what you did best, lend a helping hand to cookies in need…

Exactly like you did with Affogato…

You have grown comfortable with your new life, you have this cozy new home, you have the warm fire, you had food on the table from hunting, life was good for you..

“But…would you want to go back? To that fool of a cookie?”

Please don’t insult Dark Cacao. He banished you, but you still held great respect for him. However, if you were honest, he was right. You were much better off on your own where you could do things in your own time and in your own way with nothing holding you back!

Now here was a question for Affogato, was he gonna run off now that he knew you were once a Watcher?

“And why would I do that? You’re not getting rid of me that easily~”

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You and Affogato Cookie have been living together ever since! This cabin of yours was so cozy, he should’ve left that dull kingdom a long time ago!

He’s incredibly clingy to you, if you left the canon to go aid a village in need, he would tag along with you. If the villagers ever expressed their thanks physically with hugs and handshakes, he would glare intensely at them until they leave. He would slide himself to your side, holding onto your arm.

You’re all he has left, so it only makes sense that he gets lonely when you leave the cabin, he’s all over you when you come home. Let him hug you, you cannot escape his grasp!

Still maintains his impolite tone to other cookies, it changes with you as he greets you with genuine smiles and gestures. It’s a pretty noticiable comparison.

He didn’t care what others had to say about him, he had you, that’s all that matters~

If you were working too hard, he WILL drag you to the bed to cuddle.

Won’t hesitate to put curses on cookies he deemed TOO close to you. No cookie deserved to be at your side besides him!

He witnessed your remarkable fighting skills, you whooped a whole gang of bandits single-handedly! You handled a snow lion on your own! You weren’t called a Watcher for nothing! Remind Affogato to never get on your bad side!

Seeing you aid the villagers with food and even provide them training on what to do and how to hunt for their own meals, Affogato only chuckled to himself. Dark Cacao was truly a fool to let you go….

And now, he had you all to himself! He would say he’s sorry to the potential future cookies he curses, but that would be a lie~ You only deserve the best, and that was what Affogato is~

…….

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The sound of steps echo into the room as a cookie walks in, saluting to another cookie within the room as he gazed out a window.

“Have you succeeded in locating them?”

“Forgive me, my King, but I am still unable to locate Y/N Cookie….”

Dark Cacao Cookie only sighed in lament as he continued to gaze outside the window, his eyes staring out into the snow and wilderness.

“However, there were villages that I witnessed…forging for their food and training amongst themselves, the technique, the steps being taken…they say that the Cookie of the Ridge had aided them”

“Without a doubt, it’s Y/N Cookie. I recognize this anywhere.”

“Y/N Cookie, you continue to hold cookies in your arms despite no one holding you in theirs…your banishment remains one of my many failings….”

“I won’t give up, my King. For your sake, for my own, and for everyone else’s. I swear that once I find them, I’ll bring them home…”

“See to it that you will, apologies are long overdue. I can only hope that their generosity will allow them to forgive us for my foolishness…”

“My king, you were misinformed…you wouldn’t have banished them if you were told how things actually were, the treachery and venom of those snakes only clouded your judgement…”

“Then it is only fitting that Y/N Cookie is to be received a grand welcome back into the kingdom. Please, do find them…”

“At once, my king!”

Caramel Arrow Cookie did a bow before leaving the room, hearing the solemn sigh of Dark Cacao be heard as her expression falls. She was instructed to go find you, but she had to make one stop first…

Your old quarters, it was left exactly how it was when you left. Despite banishment, Dark Cacao at the very least didn’t make any plans for your room to be changed in any way.

Caramel came into the room and sat down on your old bed, gazing to a shelf across from her, directly at a painting…of you and her. It was the time when you became the 8th Watcher, she was proud of you that day…joyous that she got to fight alongside you..it only made the current situation more hard for her.

“You never change, Y/N Cookie…but I wouldn’t want you to….”

“I long for the day that I’ll see you again, to see that warm smile of yours that I’ve grown attached to…”

“To fight alongside you once more…”

“I will do my best to find you, Y/N Cookie….”

“And once I do, I’m bringing you home…and I’m never letting you go…”

Caramel giggled on that last part as she stood up and hurried out of the room, filled with a newfound determination to find you, her dearest friend…

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