cookie run reader oneshots.

vampire cookie🦇

oneshot type-angst, songfic, reader
triggers-cheating, heartbreak
third pov-
-Hey, I'm not afraid, I can be myself and I,
Hope you can be yourself as well.

It was a rainy day, the gloomy skies and the grey atmosphere layering upon the world. This, however, didn't affect Vampire Cookie's mood at all. Actually, he was ecstatic. He was going to gift you an exquisite box of wine chocolates that felt warm to his touch, and a big felt plush which it's seams held together quite nicely.

-Cause' I can make you feel alright.
And there was so much happiness, that,
We were still yet to find.

It was your guy's anniversary, the day where you guys got together. He chuckled fondly at the memories of those days of hanging up string lights as friends and taking vivid photographs on a 1980s camera.

-I said that you can call me Alex, baby.
Welcome to my life.

His plastic umbrella hanged over his head as his black dress shoes clicked on the rock sugar floor, fangs lifting with the curve of his smile to show excitement. He held the chocolates close to his chest, not worry about his body warmth as the rain encased the atmosphere coldly.

-But don't you worry, don't you, don't worry girl...
No I'm not sure if I'm into you,
The last time that you checked I was probably so sad and confused.

He skipped along to the sound of rain droplets falling quickly, as there was medium rainfall today. Slowly, he arrived to a garden terrace, where although the leaves looked sunken and cobblestones drenched, it was the place of memories, and that's never change. He tried to look out for you, as you guys texted to meet there as promised.

-I don't know, no, I don't know what you like.
But if you're looking for something new,
I know somebody that you could choose.

After minutes of dedicated searching, he saw figures overshadowed by flowers of purple and black. He thought it was nothing, probably some stupid couple making out in the bushes, however, the outline of one the persons looked...familiar.

He peered in from a close distance.

He wished he didn't.

It was you, hugging your body close to another, smiling and puckering their face soft kisses. You guys looked so happy, but wasn't that just for him?

-What about me?..
What about me?
What about me and you together?
Something that could really last forever.

His grip on the umbrella felt weak, and the chocolates from his hands dropped to the the ground in a deafening sound. It all felt so suffocating, his tears and the rain mixed onto his face, flowing into his mouth as a disgusting, salty mess. His throat shut altogether, and his eyes felt droopy yet alert at the sight in front of him.

-What about me?
What about me?
What about me and you together?,
Something that could really last forever.

His ears rang, loudly, making his head hurt immensely. In a swift reaction, his fang bit his bottom lip, drawing a metallic red substance that flowed down his chin and onto the dirty flooring.

-If all my friends wanna be in her bed,
Then I begin to wonder why,
I guess that I'd be lying to myself.

All those memories, down the drain in an instant, what was all of that for? Those dates, those kisses, that bond, the trust?

There was none of that. None of that at all.

How did it feel? Giving all your trust to someone?

And them destroying it all.