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Hey! I read your snowy drive story and i find it very interesting and my heart thumped when he started speaking French so I can't help but wonder...

Can we get some general affogato dating hcs? I just adore how you write him! I know you have general smut hcs for him but I thirst for cute, wholesomeness lol!

『I’m glad you enjoyed SNOWY DRIVE. Of course I do believe some softness is good from time to time as well, to to make this extra special, I decided to make these post SNOWY DRIVE related. 🥰』

affogato cookie — general dating hcs (gn!reader)

・・・post/after snowy drive! please check that out here!

tw // this mostly refers to the events of snowy drive ii. (If you’re unfamiliar,) implied bodily harm, violence, mental illness episodes, flashbacks

After the events that had happened between you two, he was drawn closer to you as a result. He would do anything to protect you and your smile and your happiness.

Oftentimes when you two weren’t busy, you both would meet behind the tower and take a brief moment to catch up. Sometimes however, he worries and stresses about whether or not you spoke to RV/Licorice. This is early on though, this will slowly dissipate.

He basically has to find out how to get himself comfortable again. You’re the main solution to that.

At night, sneaking out of the tower would become you favorite past time with him. Sneaking out at night, especially if the sky was clear and full of sparkly stars, you two would go out and roam and talk… overall just enjoying each other’s company. The overblot drained him a lot though, so he now becomes tired very easily.

Likes to lay on your shoulder when you two stargaze. He finds comfort in your body heat.

Affogato was never really into sharing— his food, his stuff, you… after what happened between you and Red Velvet, he became very territorial of you. He gets paranoid when you talk to Licorice. He gets a little overzealous and or overprotective when you talk to Red Velvet. And it’s not just restricted to them now, it’s literally any other random.

Early on he often had night terrors and flashbacks of the overblot. He would hold you tight in a death grip trying to go to sleep at night, while you pet his head and kissed his crown. He realized he’s terrified of losing you not just to another person, but to himself.

Speaking of, he loves cuddles now more than he did before.

Which goes into my next point, movie nights. You and Affo would get cozy and binge watch a series or a movie, in the dead of night. His favorite movie is Dirty Dancing, he’s seen that movie a million times. He likes to hold you during these times, treating you as though you were made of glass. His touches against your skin are almost feather light, yet sweet and warm.

And speaking of Dirty Dancing, remember the stargazing from earlier?

He’d take you out, and teach you some of the choreography from that movie. (Yes. He’s memorized that. All of it.)

And as well as later on, he may teach you some French. He’s fluent in French and Italian. So he would often write you little letters in these languages and put them in your desk. Sometimes, he’d wrote translations for them, other times, he would t just to get your reaction.

His love languages are physical touch and acts of service.

He loves to help you, as he believes it builds a mutual sense of trust. You’re the only person he couldn’t lie to, even if he tried. No matter how small the task, he’s there for you. Even if you can’t reach something. He’d laugh and ruffle your hair and tease you for your height before getting that thing you couldn’t get.

Every time winter comes, he gets into his feels. Seeing the fresh snow fall… winter is his season, but he feels oddly antagonistic now. He’s around you more as a source of comfort through the winter months.

He has a scar now right in the center of his chest. It kinda looks like a sparkle. He gets out of the shower and sees it in the mirror, and it results in having several mirrors getting replaced. He’s broken a lot of them.

If you ask, he’ll gladly allow you to spend time with Latte and Espresso outside of work. That’s his family, and to him t has also your family. Family get togethers are special to the coffee cookies as they’re so tight knit with each other. Latte would bring tea and tirimisu, coffee cakes, other layered cakes… and have a little picnic. That is, if espresso doesn’t bitch about work and tries to pull himself out of the get together. He goes anyway.

Subtle things you do for him warm his heart up.

Talk to him. Be there when he needs you. Be attentive.

“You have your mother’s eyes.”

He’s look at your with his eyes blown, those off white irises with dark brown pupils slim— feline in nature. He then slowly exhales and smiles warmly.

He’s taken aback to compliments like that and secretly melts under them, that and praise, which he rarely got as a kid. He’s hypersensitive to praise and will automatically turn to mush if you praise him.

Loves to cook with you as well. He’ll teach you some of the recipes that he had learned as a kid and pass them onto you. That way, you’ll be able to pass them on if you and Affogato decide to start a family.

He’s very keen on that idea too. The events that had passed made him realize that you’re the one for him. He’ll stop at no one or anything to ensure that he gets your hand, when the opportunity comes.

The events that had passed allowed him many self discoveries, trials, and errors. And you’re by far, his greatest accomplishment.

#infrawrites #infradelivers #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run #x reader #crk affogato #affogato cookie #crk headcanons #SNOWY DRIVE

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infraaa · 10 months

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𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 • • • ❥❥❥

tw // implied absentee family, angst, bodily injury

TAKE CAUTION UNDER THE CUT

SLAM!

It was like a cascade– frozen rain shattering and falling across the floor. The snake roared and hissed in painful agony as its head was bashed in by Y/n’s baseball bat. The ink from within the snake started to flood out of the newly severed hole in its cranium like a thick waterfall. Affogato was knocked back by this blow, being dragged along by the snake he was loosely attached to. He screamed in pain as ink spilled all over him, going into his eyes and mouth, the stinging pain! “Now! Latte, Espresso! Finish it up!” “Yes!” She responded, gathering her younger brother and floating forth, preparing their catalysts. “I know you like it bitter, Affogato,” Espresso Cookie choked, “now, allow me to give you a bitter taste you’ll never forget!” Affogato slammed his staff on the ground once more, expecting snakes to come up… however, none came. He slammed his staff down a couple more times, to no avail. And just as he looked up in a state of panic, a beam of light was coming straight for him! He tried to block it with his staff, but the propulsion of the beam was too much to bear. With incredible force, Affogato Cookie was sent backward outside into the snow, completely obliterating whatever was left of the snake. Being sent out of the cabin with a couple rough hits to the snowy yard. He landed on his back, arms outstretched with tearladen eyes stained with ink. His vision was leaving him as he lay there, exhausted. A pair of footsteps could be heard crunching through the snow, and a pair of coffee colored eyes meeting up to his own from above. The sky, black as night, shining with stars that mimicked the very light snowfall. “Affogato… are you… hang in there, okay?” He knelt down to Affogato as Latte slowly approached him. Affogato looked at his brother talking, but he couldn’t tell just what exactly he was saying– just a garble of words. His eyes slowly closed, falling unconscious. You walked up to Latte and sat next to Espresso, who had picked his older brother up by his side, cradling his head.

“Affogato?” He called out. “Affogato!” Latte repeated in chorus. You looked back over at the cabin and ran inside to see nothing more than an ink mattered, blood spattered, glass shattered state of a home that once was meant to mean a getaway trip away from chaos, only for it to be met with even more of what you lot so desperately wanted to leave behind. You saw Licorice’s body, silent against the cracked wood floor in a puddle of dark viscous blood. Kneeling down to Red Velvet, who shakily tried to get up off of the necromancer, had a large gash in his head, and was bleeding just as much as Licorice was, the only difference being he was still breathing, it seemed. His eyes seemed cloudy and dry however, lethargic– as though he was looking through you instead of at you. “Ugh…” he groaned, before collapsing onto you with a sigh pushing out of his mouth. “H… Help…” He whispered weakly. You lifted him off and positioned him comfortably against the entertainment center. “I’ll go get my phone, give me a second.” You said as you hurriedly got up and scurried to get your phone. Running to your shared bedroom, you unplugged your charging phone and quickly dialed emergency services, rushing back into the common area to see Espresso carrying an unconscious Affogato in his arms, and a very concerned Latte Cookie at her younger brother’s left hand side, looking at you with a hand at her older brother’s clammy forehead.

The lot of you were eventually found and brought to a hospital in a nearby coffee village. The doctors and nurses were able to treat Red Velvet and Licorice at a steady pace, allowing them to rest and recover. However, Affogato was a different story. He overexerted his body to such a harsh extent that he wasn’t healing properly. His throat was left permanently damaged due to the ink buildup that accumulated over the course of his overblot. He had a bag of charcoal at his side as well as some other drips, presumably for other medications and saline. You were shortly discharged from the hospital, however, before you wished to leave you wanted to see Affogato.

You had to see him. He needed to talk to you after all.

When you appeared in his room, you could see the distraught on his face– the stress was evident in the wrinkles around his eyes, as though he was going through a neverending nightmare. Sitting down next to him you put your hand on top of his gently, feeling the cold chill of his cold skin. Clammy and cold, he opened his eye slowly, and it rolled over to you. With your free hand you put it to his forehead, feeling the diaphoresis that clung to his skin. “Mon cœur…” He whispered gently, his voice weak. You helped him sit up and pat his back, spitting up bits of thickened ink that had stuck in his throat. He put a hand to his chest and looked around at the saline bags and different kinds of machines around him. “Am I in the hospital?” He asked, looking at you. You nodded slowly. After recapping to him what had happened, telling him that the cabin had basically been destroyed and stained through and through with ink, and how he nearly killed Licorice and Red Velvet, he looked at his hands, and back over to you. He seemed to have trouble comprehending what had happened, like he had grown amnesia. You leaned into him and he rested his bed head on your chest with shocked serpentine eyes still tear stained with ink, showing impression lines going down his dark cheeks.

“Let me be very clear,” you said as you combed your fingers gently through his hair, feeling him sigh into your chest with fatigue, “I still love you.” This caused him to raise from you, looking you in the eye and holding your hands in his. You felt the blood in his veins through his fingers start pumping quicker, becoming warmer with the passing minutes and the ticks of the clock hanging on the wall by the window. “I hurt you, I hurt your friends, I endangered you… you know of my past, my dear how–” “The past doesn’t matter. What’s gone is gone and what is done is done. There’s no need to dwell.” He stared at you– dumbfounded, confused. “I just…” “Need time.” He interrupted. “You need time, I know.” He slowly lowered back into your chest, listening to the gentle beeping of the machine by his bed. And after what seemed like hours he put an arm around you, hugging you close to him. “Amour,” he whispered into your chest, “mon amour, mon amour, mon amour…” Kissing your chest gently, he looked up to you, his lower jaw still warmly clad in the cleavage of your chest. You looked down at reddened eyes of off white and your lips gently parted. “Me croyez-tu toujours?” You realized he was speaking in french, which you just let him breathe into your skin in silence. You didn’t want to answer him out of fear of the question itself. “Me faites-tu toujours confiance?” He gently moved you over so that you were positioned on his knee, and then his hands slowly moved down your body, stopping at the small of your back right above your rear.

With every kiss, every soft touch his lips made with your chest, your collarbone, the base of your neck, he would hum gently against your skin, holding you down on him as though he was almost fearful of letting you go. “Je t'aime.” He whispered. Now that, that you knew, “Je t'aime et je suis désolé.” He breathed. You bent down to take his chin and kiss his lips, aching. Yearning. Wanting. You felt the beeps on the machine speed up, his heart rate beginning to quicken. You paused and rested your forehead on his— feeling his now warm breath and hands wandering. Caressing his face, he tries to push upward towards you, wanting more of your lips.

“I too want to fix this.” You whispered, making him slowly smile. This smile… was one of those rare smiles that he never wore, and it was one of genuineness and purity— sincerity. “But I just need some time, okay?” Nodding, he hugged you closer to him, as though you couldn’t get any closer, taking a hand to the back of your thigh. The door to his room opened, and in walked Latte Cookie, in a hospital gown. She suddenly stopped when she saw your position. “Ah… am I interrupting something?” She asked, a gentle blush creeping onto her features. Affogato shook his head. She resumed walking into the room, walking up to Affogato to put a hand to his head, petting him. “Are you okay?” She asked quietly. Kissing the crown of his head, he looked up at his younger sister. “I just wanted to say that, I forgive you. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when you needed me.” He smiled at her, that genuine smile. He felt like he had come out of that hellhole all over again— finally feeling that ecstasy driven brush of freedom. “Je t'aime ma sœur,” He whispered as he leaned into her, “Je promets de ne plus te laisser tomber.” She nodded, taking his head into her chest. “Je t'aime aussi.”

Shortly, after a few days of healing, everyone was discharged. Affogato however had his staff suspended by mages at the hospital, who were previously called to help treat him. This was to prevent him from using any more magic. They then left, and went back to the Tower. As Red Velvet sat in the back seat, you drove up front. You didn’t want any of them driving really, as you really weren’t supposed to be driving either. Affogato sat up front, and the others sat in the back along with Red Velvet, who tapped on your shoulder when you hit a red light. You ignored him. You didn’t wanna give into that temptation again, god forbid let that memory of him creep into your mind. “Y/n Cookie.” Red Velvet quietly called out, causing Affogato to stir. “Red, stop.” You said firmly, yet quietly. You felt the near sleeping cookie in the passenger seat put a hand to your thigh, presumably to tell you to relax.

Some more driving passes and you hit the borderline for Beast Yeast. You stopped at a gas station to not only fill your tank, your car and your stomachs possibly, and to empty them as well. You pulled into a gas station that looked reminiscent of a Wawa, which caused Red Velvet’s eyes to widen. “I haven’t been to this place ever since I was a kid.” Red Velvet whispered. “It’s a fucking wawa basically, I know you’ve been to several of these.” Licorice retorted, lazily getting up out of his seat of the car. As all of you got out, with Espresso vouching to stay inside the vehicle to man the gas pump, you all headed inside the gas station. It was damn near empty except for a few staff members kinda cleaning up. Affogato fixed himself a coffee in one of those thermos cups before looking at you. “Do you want anything?” He asked. You went to go get a cup when his hand met your halfway, and you both lifted the cup out of the holder it came from together. He smiled at you and took the cup into his other hand. “Let me.” Looking at the cup, then back to your partner, you nodded. All the while a certain red and black haired cookie was making eye contact with you, or at least trying to. He was getting a tea out of one of the fridges in the wall.

And those memories flashed.

Memories of you flashed in his head back at the cabin. Your fingers in his hair. You softly moaning, the way your legs buckled and wrapped around his waist… and then Affogato nearly bashing his skull. He almost died reaping the consequences of his actions, yet, he still wanted you. “Oof, you okay, Red?” Latte asked as she walked up to him. He just looked at her with a neutral look on his face, but that was contradicted when his fingers gently squeezed at the bottle he was holding. She only giggled and put a small hand to his forearm. “I see the way you look at them. I’ve been there too, in that state of want for someone.” Red Velvet Cookie sighed and looked back at you and Affogato walking away from the coffee machines, hand in hand. “I wanna let you know something, Latte Cookie.” Red Velvet whispered. She nodded, and he got close to her, almost pinning her to the fridge. At her side.

“I know that your brother nearly killed me and Licorice Cookie, whether it be out of trauma or possessiveness. But to tell you the truth,” he cut himself off as he tried to find the right words in his head to put together, his cheeks growing a darker shade of crimson, “I’m the cause of all that. I do believe my actions that morning—“ “don’t even bother to rehash.” She said with a wry smile. “You don’t need to recap, I know what happened. Licorice told me already, and Espresso said that he thought he heard moaning in the kitchen that morning.” He slowly lets her go and crosses his arms, drink in hand. His blue eyes slowly avert over, possibly out of either embarrassment or slight humiliation. “Fucking mint.” He whispered, quickly walking up to the counter. “Ask for gas while you’re up there, I’m going outside.” Latte called out as she left. Red Velvet looked to the left, then to the right. “I got this plus twenty regular cash, yeah?” The cashier nodded, and soon after came out, had the gas pumped, and the lot moved on with their trip back, which was a rather quiet one.

The tower came into view for you and Affogato, seeing some cake monsters guarding the front doors, as well as Pomegranate Cookie, who was at the front doors with a drink in hand. She watched you lot pull back into the driveway with a mundane look, and walked down the steps to help with your belongings. She gave you a small smile while helping you and Latte, and as usual dismissing the guys. As they finished, Latte and Espresso walked up to Affogato and hugged him. “I wish you and Y/n Cookie luck, dear.” Latte whispered into his ear. Affogato ruffled Espresso’s hair, causing him to grumble and attempt to straighten it back up. “I missed that side of you, dear brother.” Affogato teased, causing the other dark cookie to roll his eyes. Latte and Espresso then reloaded into the car and waved at their brother. “Au revoir!” Affogato said as he waved back. Latte rolled her window down and smiled, “Au revoir! À bientôt!”

Giving you four a plain look, Pomegranate helped gather your bags up and opened the front doors for you all to gather back into the tower. The double doors shut with a reverberating echo, filling the large entryway like an echoing cave. You felt that cold air that welcomed you back. The somewhat sweet smell of buttercream frosting, smoke, molten chocolate, and metal hung loosely in the air, and a couple dogs came racing down the stairs, barking excitedly. Red Velvet crouched as the dogs ran up to him, jumping on him and licking his face. “Hey, Chiffon!” He chirped as he took one of the cakehounds that looked similar to an angel food cake in his arms. Licorice then took his bag from Pomegranate and walked off, seeing a flying creature fly up to him– which left you and Affogato alone with the red haired priestess. “I hope you both recognize that you both will continue work tomorrow, so in light of my master and myself, I highly advise you both to get settled back before it's too late.” Pomegranate said plainly as she left the two of you be. Looking at each other, you both walked up the stairs of the entryway up to the second floor. Even though you both had separate bedrooms in the tower, you both still insist on sharing your room together. The door opened, and the air was chilly due to no one occupying it for a while. Still though, you put your bags down on your mattress and you both began to unpack your belongings silently, until your eye caught something. It was a photograph. At the very bottom of Affogato’s suitcase was a photo that looked like it was taken a long time ago, as the white polaroid frame looked a bit worn and stained with age, a warm sienna taking hold of the edges.

Taking the photograph in your hand you paused putting your things away, looking at the contents of the photograph. Two children, and a woman standing behind them, as the slightly taller boy cradled a baby in his arms gingerly. “Hey, honey?” You called out to Affogato, who turned his head to you from your shared wardrobe. He put a hanger back on the rack that had a shirt on it. “Yes?” “What’s this photograph from?” He looked at the photograph in your hands as his eyes widened a little. “It’s a… a family photo.” He murmured as he walked to you, taking the other end of the photograph in his hand. He stared at it for a second, dark thick eyelashes lowering at the glare of the picture.

“Affogato, go get your sister.” The lady said, setting up a tripod in front of the cabin. The sun rained down on the normally dead yet now somewhat vibrant blades of grass in the front lawn. The wind was dry yet comfortable, and a small boy was seen rushing into the door of the cabin. “Latte!” Affogato yelled. A little girl in a white dress came out with a baby clad in white and light brown clothes. “I’m coming, I had to change Espresso.” She said excitedly. He nodded. “Mama wants me to hold him for the picture.” Affogato chirped as the two children went out onto the porch. “But I wanted to hold him!” The young Latte whined, hugging the baby boy close to her chest. “Now now…” The woman said as she gracefully walked up the wooden steps, “Since Affogato is the eldest, I do believe that it would be right if he was to hold Espresso for the photo.”

Latte looked at her mother in juvenile defeat and handed the baby over to her older brother. “There we go, that’s a good girl. Now, come on.”

The camera would soon flash upon the four as Affogato beamed. Latte looked to her brother as he held a baby cookie in his arms, his hair styled up nice and neat. “You’ve always had a nice smile.” Affogato’s mother commented, looking at the newly snapped photograph. “Even as a baby…” hee look softened as she took a finger to Affogato’s face within the picture, almost looking forlorn. Nevertheless, she put on a sad smile. “It’s been six months since your father departed.” She murmured to herself. She suddenly snapped out of her stupor however when she had felt her daughter tug on the hem of her maxi dress. “Mama, are you okay?” She asked innocently. Hee mother smiled upon her, knelt down, and kissed her forehead. “I’m okay, babygirl. Mama’s okay.” Affogato went up to hug his mother by the neck, his baby brother still in an arm. It was such a peaceful moment— birds were chirping, not a cloud in the sky and the immediate area had the sweet smell of coffee, chocolate, and vanilla… and the sounds of laughter and a baby’s babble could be heard.

Pure, wholesome bliss.

“That’s when Espresso was little.” Affogato whispered as he looked at the baby he was holding. “That was like… right before my father left.” You looked at him, taking his arm in one hand. “Left?” He nodded. “It’s a… bit of a touchy subject.” “Oh..” you whispered. You then sat down on the bed you both shared, and Affogato went to finish with his stuff. You would flash a glance at him from time to time as he would stop and think about where to put something. But you felt yourself smile, and he looked at you as he heard you exhale sharply. Images of his mother flashed before his eyes, her sweet smile and her soft off white eyes, like fresh rays of morning sun hitting mild, dewy grass.

That heavy feeling came back into his chest as he felt himself kneel before you, taking your hands in his own and smiling up at you… that kind, genuine smile. “Y/n Cookie.” He started in a hush as he kissed your knuckles, “I promise you, I promise on everything I have, everything I love, and everything I hold dear to me, to love you. And to care for you. And to be by your side from here out.” He softly said as he kissed your fingers in between each statement.

“And I do love you.” He continued, “forever and always.” You bent down to kiss the crown of his head, stroking his hair with a hand he had freed. “Together we can work on a better future not just for the growth of ourselves, but for us.” You said softly as he blushed at you, meeting you halfway in a sweet, longing kiss. He sighed dreamily through his nose and let his lips linger on yours like feathers.

You felt him restore, you felt him reset.

He was ready to begin anew— start fresh.

Clean. Beautiful.

Just a sweet slew of time, for a moment of bliss. And it all started with a drive out.

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