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starrystella85 · 9 months ago

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Home Sweet Home Au (image and Au by: @MissMio)

Since the day you left that hell scape of a toy factory known as Playtime Co. you may have brought some stowaways with you, specifically Dogday, Catnap, Kissy, Huggy, Poppy, you get the idea. The human toy experiments that Playtime Co. created from their insane and sadistic imagination, honestly what were they thinking when they did this, anyways you took them home with you to your giant mansion in the woods, that your family owned thanks to not only the money you had made at Playtime Co. while it was still in operation, but because your family owned a huge marketing company that made millions. What was it named? Safe Heaven Toys LLC, funny really that your life revolved around toys.

On the drive home cause you had to make multiple trips during the night so no one would see the monstrosities that were once human in the back of your truck, you pulled into the driveway with the last of the toys, and as soon as you step inside Dogday and Catnap are the first to greet you.

"Welcome home Angel!" The orange stuffed dog said as his tail wagged violently through the air, his tone upbeat and energetic.

"Savior. . .welcome." The purple cat said in a more sleepy tone, but nonetheless excited to see you as his tail snaked it's way around your hips.

"hey guys. . .ugh. . ." You said to them before almost collapsing from the amount of sleep and sustenance you were deprived of, you were lucky that Carnap still had his tail wrapped around your hips to make sure you wouldn't fall face first.

"You need. . .rest now. . .Savior." Catnap stated and honestly you couldn't have agreed more. And so you were brought upstairs to the master bedroom, your room and placed on your king sized bed. As soon as you hit the mattress you pass out immediately, out like a damn light. It would take at least a week before you can recover from all the bullshit that you when through or so the toys thought. Apparently you only need like three days of sleep and a large portion of food, but other than that you were good.

Everyday for the next three days the toys would check on you, making sure that you were alright and well provided for, then just like that you were back on your feet ready to start the day. You've never felt *this* peaceful before, actually you've never felt *this* peaceful a day in your life since you were always moving and on the go, but it felt nice and finally having some company thanks to the living toys you didn't feel as lonely as you originally did before they came into your life.

"Angel how are you feeling now?" Dogday asks you know he's just doing it out of concern for you, he was always a sweet one, possessive? Maybe, but definitely sweet.

"I'm alright Dogday, I've just been doing one to many things that I crashed." You replied back to him, easing his worries, still there's a small glint in his eyes that say otherwise. "I'm being honest Dogday I'm fine." You told him as you began to scratch behind his ears making his foot do the weird moving thing. It was adorable to see and you couldn't help but scratch harder and harder which caused his tail to start thumping against the floor, causing a giggle to come out of your lips. Hearing your soft voice and fits of laughter caused a deep crimson blush to spread across Dogday's face. If he was given the chance he could listen to you all day, cause something about your voice just makes his heart flutter. Unfortunately the moment was short lived cause Catnap having a long ass tail like he does managed to snatch you up and drag you away from the loving pup that was Dogday.

"CATNAP!!! 💢" Yup Dogday was pissed as soon as you were stolen away from him. He tried searching all of the mansion but the mansion was to big and had one too many rooms that Catnap could use to hide, so the poor angry orange puppy gave up, but he swore if he saw that cat again he was going to teach him a lesson about stealing *HIS* angel away from him. Meanwhile Catnap and taken you to the more quiet areas of the house, mainly the ones you didn't have any use for and was just kinda sitting there gathering dust, except for a room that Catnap made to be his nesting spot. The room had a bunch of mattresses, blankets, pillows, and other soft plush-like materials he could find, half of them belonging to you, and the other half you don't know where in gods name he got it from. Probably stole it or something.

"hi Catnap." You said to the large purple cat as he looked at you while holding you within his arms. A faint purr came from his throat as his ears flicked, indicating that he acknowledges you.

"Savior. . ." He says. Ever since you saved him from, what would have been an unfortunate accident if you didn't intervene, was his near death encounter with 1006, and while he knows that he'll always be somewhat loyal to the prototype, he'll mostly be loyal to you just like, if more, the prototype.

Later you were wondering around aimlessly tell someone hugged you from behind. When you looked up you saw the blue huggable monster himself, Huggy Waggy. He'd changed since he and the other toys left the factory with you, and like Dogday, he was extremely clingy. It also didn't help that fact that whenever he looked at you he gave you this innocent little face as if saying "love me."

#@MissMio #poppy playtime #yandere #Poppy Playtime au #gn reader #SunnyAngel #sleepyangel #fluff

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maya-caffrey · 20 days ago

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Human 101: Dancing

pairing: rk800 connor x reader

words: 1.2 k

warnings: language, self-deprecating humour, lack of proofreading, fic from reader's pov, kissing

summary: human 101 (the sequel) with (y/n) and Connor, a crash course on the basics of humanity, brought to you by sumo as always and a very sleep-deprived writer (comedy, fluff)

additional context: reader has a rampant crush on Connor, as established in Short Circuit, and Human 101: Cooking, this is a direct sequel to human 101: cooking and could also be a spiritual successor to short ciruit;

a/n: back with some more <3 psps there is fluff

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As you may already know, I was on a mission to introduce my good friend (and unfortunately, nothing more) Connor to the finest parts of being human. We'd been through cooking, humor, banter (which he is insanely good at now, by the way), and music, so naturally, that brought us to dancing. Am I nervous? Pfffft. As if (yes, extremely).

"Hey (Y/n), why are we at this club?" he screamed over the throbbing music.

"We're going dancing!"

"(Y/n), this place is called Funky Junk in the Trunk."

"Your point being?"

"Are you sure this is the best course of action? Exposure to this decibel level for a prolonged period could cause temporary hearing loss."

"What? I can't hear you???"

Yeah, so we were already off to a rough start. For some reason, Funky Junk in the Trunk did not live up to its name. The music was loud, jarring, and honestly, annoying. I looked around to see the crowd emptying out of the dance floor bit by bit as the music got progressively worse. The only people still dancing were either drunk out of their minds or lost in the sauce.

Just as I was about to call it off and leave, I noticed Connor's face twist in a sly smile, like he'd planned something.

"What? What are you smiling about?"

"I, uh, I asked if the DJ takes requests. Heads up."

Just as he finished that sentence, he swiftly pulled me close by the small of my waist and held my hand as he led me to the dance floor, all while Sway by Michael Buble started to play through the speakers, which just so happened to be my favorite song at the moment.

"How did you kn-" I started, but Connor cut me off with a subtle, almost playful smirk.

"You mentioned it once," he said, his voice steady, even as he spun me effortlessly into the middle of the dance floor. "During one of our music discussions. I remember everything you tell me, (Y/n)."

Of course, he did. Excuse me while I explode into a billion pieces.

When he danced, he wasn't stiff or awkward like I’d been expecting- oh no. Connor moved with the kind of precision and fluidity that only he could pull off. Every step was in perfect rhythm with the music, every sway of his hips deliberate and smooth. It was unfair how good he was at this. No, like, he was literally perfect.

"Holy shit, how are you so good at this?"

He looked down at me, a faint teasing glimmer in his eyes. "You seem surprised. Did you think I wouldn't know how to dance?"

"Maybe a little!" I huffed, attempting to match his movements. "Seriously, how?"

"Dancing is just coordination and timing," he said casually, as if this wasn’t completely insane. "And I've studied. A lot."

I tripped slightly, and he caught me instantly, steadying me with a firm hand on my back. "Careful," he murmured, his voice low. "We can't have you falling for me now, can we?"

I gaped at him, my face burning. "Uh, ok, wow, did you just- Connor!"

His smirk grew, a little too self-satisfied. "Was that not an appropriate use of humor? I’ve been practicing."

"Well, let's just, dial it down. Some of us are weak at heart."

As the song continued, Connor twirled me around and pulled me close again, his hand never leaving my waist. I was acutely aware of how little space there was between us now, the warmth of his presence, the way his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip.

“Your face is warm. Elevated blood flow to your cheeks. Are you embarrassed, or is this just part of the human experience?”

"Wha- No, I’m not!" I started to protest, but his grin told me he wasn’t buying it.

"It’s a fascinating physiological response," he continued, leaning in slightly. "The dilation of blood vessels, the increase in temperature... I think it's cute," he said, nonchalantly like he was stating a very obvious fact.

My brain short-circuited. Completely. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to strangle him or melt into the floor. Maybe both? Both, yes, sounds perfect. I decided to just completely ignore that that happened, which he noticed too, obviously, duh.

“Avoidance. Another human trait.”

He dipped me suddenly, holding me there just a moment too long as he looked at me with that maddening smirk. I would have honestly preferred if he just shot me or strangled me with his bare hands.

"I- wh- I, uh," I stuttered, completely forgetting every single word of every language I have ever known. Nice going, (Y/n).

“Is that what you were going to say, or am I distracting you?”

"Connor, Oh my god."

"What?" he asked, incredulously, like he was unaware of what he was doing. That sly dog.

"What's gotten into you tonight, Jesus."

The tension between us was thick, and for a moment, all I could do was stare at him, trying to regain my composure. But Connor wasn't giving me a second to breathe. He pulled me back up, making sure I was steady before guiding me into another slow turn, all while keeping his face just a bit too close to mine.

"I just thought I’d take things to the next level," he said, his voice practically dripping with that trademark teasing tone of his. “After all, if I can master dancing in such a short amount of time, maybe there are other things I can learn about being human. Like…"

"Yeah, like what?"

"Like this."

He looked me in the eyes for a moment, as if to let me know that this was going exactly where I thought it was, and boy did it. He slowly leaned in, the distance between us closing almost imperceptibly as the music swelled all around us. His lips met mine in a delicate collision, but it felt like I had been set on fire.

My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel every nerve in my body awake, alive with heat I had no idea I was capable of feeling. His touch was nothing short of electrifying, and I could feel him pull me closer, his hands firm but gentle on my waist, holding me there like he never intended to let me go.

His lips moved in sync with mine, his hand still at my waist while the other cupped my cheek. The kiss deepened, and I stumbled back at the sudden intensity.

My thoughts scattered, and my body reacted before I even had time to think- my hands resting on his chest, just above his heart (well, heart-adjacent), feeling it race in sync with mine. We pulled apart just enough to break the kiss, but his eyes were still on me, now with something more warm behind them.

"You taste just like I imagined," he whispered, his voice rougher than usual, and there was a hint of amusement in his tone that told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. This man was driving me up the wall.

My heart was still pounding in my chest, and I couldn't help the grin that tugged at the corners of my lips. "You have some nerve, you know that?" I breathed out, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but failing miserably.

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against my ear as he replied, "You know what, (Y/n), I think we're doing okay with dancing. There's something else I'd like to learn now."

"Yeah, and what is that?"

"Relationships."

#detroit become human #connor x reader #dbh connor x reader #rk800 x reader #dbh connor #connor rk800 #connor rk800 x reader #rk800 connor x reader #maya writes #dbh #dbh x reader #connor x reader fluff #dbh rk800 #dbh fluff

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fatuismooches · 1 year ago

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natalis numerus ???

synopsis: Year after year, your birthday comes around without fail. Dottore celebrates with you, as best as a man like him can anyway. (His clones too, of course.)

includes: dottore w/ gn! reader

notes: This is really just a pure fluff fic. Both Reader and Dottore are unhinged as usual. Dottore also creates headphones for you. There is a lot of kissing at the end. Thank you to 🎐 anon for inspiring some of the ideas in this fic <3.

It was your birthday today.

To be more exact, it was your- actually, your exact age would give anyone a start since your youthful appearance was a stark contrast, so it was best to keep it a secret.

After living for hundreds of years, one would probably get tired of celebrating birthdays. You could understand this sentiment of course. Sometimes, at the end of it all, when your special day was coming to a close, you wondered if the next birthday would be any different. If perhaps your life and health would be any different. If you’d be able to run around and spend your birthday a bit differently. You never asked for anything for your birthday (besides kisses from Dottore) but inside, your only wish was to be cured of illness.

Though you preferred to focus on the happy aspect of your birthday. Hell, not many could claim to live as long as you had, much less had as many sweet birthdays as you had. You were pampered to the best possible extent that a group of insane madmen could achieve, meaning you never failed to receive a ‘Happy birthday, [Name]’ from every single clone that resided in Dottore’s lab. You were presented with your favorite foods throughout the day that you’d been longing to try, to which the clones were eager to hear your feedback (your answer decides whether the current cook keeps their life or not.) Not to mention there was usually no screaming throughout the lab on this particular day. How thoughtful of them!

You even had the pleasure of receiving a present from your dear husband. Though gift-giving was far from Dottore’s expertise, he always seemed to come up with something. Knick-knacks, trinkets, novelties, rarities, curios… sometimes they were brought, but many times they were handmade by the Harbinger himself. A multicolored, six-sided cube. A strange rectangular device that allowed you to communicate with him from a certain distance (still in the wonky prototype stage). A workbook with a compilation of brain teasers (many morally questionable) that he created over the last year. You’re not sure if Pantalone has realized that the extra materials he brought were for you rather than his research.

Mortals may view how you spent your birthday as simple. Though you liked to keep your birthdays simple now. Simply receiving good wishes and lovestruck looks from the clones was enough for you. More importantly, spending time with your beloved Zandik always proved to be the highlight of your birthday. Not many immortals could claim to have the person who was at their side from the very beginning still with them. But you could, which made you happy.

Dottore himself had long stopped caring about the day of his own birth, he never cared about it even when you two were students at the Akademiya. But it was still a special day for you, it was the day your lover came into this world. Your life would be rather drab without him. So naturally you had a tradition of (lovingly) attacking Zandik at 12 AM sharp (he was always awake anyway) and forcibly dragging him to bed, under the premise that one should not be sleep deprived on their birthday. You made sure to serve him his favorite food, gift him anything he seemed interested in (you learned how to buy illegal items just for him secretly), and be at his beck and call. He never cared about his birthdays, but you liked to think you made them slightly more valuable for him. Naturally, he never cared about the birthdays of other people either. That was until you forced yourself into his life, and he supposed one as useful as yourself was worthy of slight appreciation.

But that was when you two were at the Akademiya. It was different now. Very different. You could no longer do the things you were able to. Your illness had… actually, today should be a happy day. You shouldn’t dwell on sad things. Hopefully, your aches and pains would leave you if only for a mere twenty-four hours.

As you stared at the ceiling, slowly shaking off the sleepy daze you were in, you wondered which clone would be the first to wish you. It had become somewhat of a tradition for the clones to decide amongst themselves who had the privilege of seeing you first and uttering the two important words. It would happen every year, and once a segment won they would be removed from the process until every single segment could see you first, and then it would start all over again. It was kind of funny.

You remember the first time you found out that they actually fought over who got to assist and greet you first on your birthday. To resolve these conflicts, they would enter competitions between each other - who could dissect the most amount of bodies, or dispose of the most corpses in a timely manner… You know, usual Dottore-centric stuff. Which, you didn’t really care, but after you saw how they were quite literally working nonstop, you decided to suggest a more relaxed option - duking it out in a game of TCG instead. It proved to be useful as long as you ignore the few times Prime scolded them for getting too heated.

At the end of your reminiscence, you sat up and rubbed your eyes. As you freed yourself from the soft blankets wrapping your body and swung your legs to the edge of the bed, you tried to remember which clones were candidates for this year.

Knock-knock.

Ah, looks like he was right on time.

“[Name], are you awake?” The voice from beyond the door was higher pitched than the usual deep tone you were accustomed to. You smiled as you instantly knew who it was.

“Yes, I- oh!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before the door slammed open and a little boy shot straight into your chest, catching you off guard. It turns out that the child segment of Dottore was the first one to greet you on your special day. His tiny hands grabbed your own and he smiled an adorable toothed smile.

“Happy birthday, [Name]!”

“Why, thank you little one! That’s very sweet of you,” You hoisted the little clone to sit in your lap and he gave you a hug, which you reciprocated and giggled at his childishness. He was such a cutie.

“So many of your birthdays have gone by! How old are you now, [Name]?” He tilted his head curiously and you laughed at his question. Indeed, so many centuries of birthdays had flown by in the blink of an eye.

“Well-” Before you could respond, another voice entered the conversation.

“It’s inappropriate to ask [Name] that, little brat,” an adult segment of Dottore now stood at the doorway, rolling his eyes at the young clone, to which the child pouted and stared daggers at the other man.

“That’s not true,” the youth in your arms clung to you more, “They enjoy it when I’m inquisitive,” the boy said, repeating your words from long ago.

“Yes, yes, that’s nice, now get off of them so they can get started with their day,” the clone replied but the child stuck out his tongue defiantly and tightened his hug.

“No, I won’t.” You could see that the noncompliant response was about to send the other segment into a fit so you quickly intervened.

“Say, why don’t you go and try to guess how old I am? If you’re right, I’ll read your favorite story to you again,” you beamed at the young boy on your lap, playfully booping his nose. Regardless of whether the kid was right or not, you were going to read him the story anyway. He was always the most attentive and engaged listener.

“Hmm…” The boy was sad to leave you, as you were the only adult he liked being around. But he understood, and the idea of you reading to him again was appealing. “Alright, I will. I promise to get it right!” With that he bounded off your lap and dashed out of the room, not before sending another dirty look at the older clone, who tried not to react, instead focusing on you.

“How do you feel today?” The segment inquired, needing to note down every possible change in your condition. He offered you his hand for support which you took, pulling you to your feet. “Any pains? Changes?”

“No, not really. In fact, I think I feel better today than usual. Or maybe I’m imagining it,” you hummed in response. Maybe it was the birthday happiness clouding your mind.

“Understood.” He recorded your statement in his head. “Happy birthday, by the way,” the segment mentioned nonchalantly. This segment was from when Dottore was horrible at expressing any positive emotions or words to you, and if he somehow managed to, it sounded very bland. But you found it hilarious, poking his cheek to which he then sent you a half-hearted glare of annoyance and flustered embarrassment.

“Thank you. I’m proud of you for getting that out of your system,” you teased, to which the clone scoffed at your antics, but couldn’t be mad at you for them.

“Whatever. Let’s get you ready,” he huffed and you happily complied.

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As you expected, as soon as you entered the lab, practically everyone’s neck snapped to you. Numerous birthday wishes were sent your way, each with a maniacal toothy grin to go along with it. There was no way any of them could forget, especially when they were fighting over who got to do what inside of their own heads for days before your birthday. Some of the clones had the pleasure of feeding you, while another fixed your hair… one even gave you a massage. After all, the birthday person deserves to be pampered, no? And these were the same segments whose faces were terribly familiar, having been by your side for centuries for all the past birthdays. They knew what you liked, and it was awfully enjoyable.

But there was still one more person to see. The most important one. Zandik.

Normal people would probably think it was crazy for your lover to be the last one to wish you a happy birthday. But for you, you thought it was perfect. You spent some time with the clones so they wouldn’t feel left out, and then for the rest of the day, they knew to leave you in solitude with their creator. No distractions or interruptions with your Zandik. Besides, after all-

They always say to save the best for last, don’t they?

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You didn’t even need to knock on the door to Zandik’s private lab as it was already open. He was expecting you. Zandik’s back was facing you when you walked in, but he realized your presence immediately and set the vial down to greet you.

“[Name],” the emotionless expression on his face morphed into an enlivened one, his pointy teeth flashing. “Earlier than I expected.” Strangely colored liquids and concoctions were scattered over the table. You think you interrupted him while he was making medicine, but he didn’t seem to care. His attention was now turned to the multitude of drawers where various items were stored, opening them and then shutting them, appearing to look for something.

“It is I,” you smiled back at him, “and what can I say? I just wanted to see you. Not to mention, I must say I’m curious as to what crazy invention you’ve thought up for me this year. It seems you never run out of ideas.” Zandik had always liked to present his little gift at the start. Despite how he acted as if it was no big deal and not very important, he was always intrigued to see your reaction.

Though this time you had an inkling of what it was going to be. A while ago, he had asked to borrow your beloved device for playing music using Radiant Spincrystals (which you had named “Music Thing” much to his amusement.)

There were other furnishings that could be used for playing Radiant Spincrystals, but you had no need for them. After all, Zandik’s own creations always surpassed the other ones. Unlike the one from Liyue, the one he had made for you was much more portable and light, so that even you could carry it around. There were even buttons that changed the volume of the music! So you assumed that he was going to make some more changes or adjustments to Music Thing.

“That is correct. But I believe you’ll find this year’s gift especially useful. Watch.” As you thought, he revealed your Music Thing and a sole Radiant Spincrystal. Zandik inserted a Spincrystal into the device, yet no sound emitted from it, which left you a bit confused.

“But nothing’s playing.”

“Is that so? Why don’t you listen closer?” He smirked at you and motioned you to come closer, which you did, and then realized there was now something plugged into the device. It was a wire that led to something much larger.

The large gadget was oddly shaped. The top of it was like a band that curved into two circles on both ends, which looked like it was padded with something soft. Regardless, you had never seen anything like it and you had no idea what it could be used for. You were very confused but then you realized you could hear the music from the Radiant Spincrystal playing from the apparatus.

“Huh…? I can hear the music coming from this thingy!” you exclaimed, picking up the weird item and bringing it closer to your face, examining it more. Zandik’s grin only grew larger.

“Put it on,” he encouraged, he himself excited to see the results of his multi-hour project.

“Put it on? How though?” You fumbled with the device and pushed the two circle things apart, bringing them to your ears. And then you were immediately entranced by the music coming from it. You felt Zandik adjust the instrument for the top part to rest on top of your head.

“A perfect fit, as I expected,” he hummed, taking a good look at you. Indeed, he was correct. The thing that still didn’t have a name fit snugly around your head and ears. But you were far more entranced and shocked by the loud music going straight into your eardrums. Instead of having the music play openly, it was going straight to you. And better yet, only you could hear it! You pushed the things covering your ears even closer in amazement, standing there for a good few minutes simply enjoying this delight.

Until it abruptly stopped.

You looked down and realized that the wire that connected this thing to your Music Thing device was unplugged. By Zandik.

“Hey! It was just getting to the good part!” You pouted.

“I’m sure it was my dear, but you don’t want to hurt your ears by putting it too close or too loud,” he chided. For such a deranged man he was always taking precautions when it came to you because of your health.

“Alright fine… but you have to tell me what it is? How does it even work!” Something better than listening to music was listening to your husband go on about his experiments and inventions and thought processes.

Zandik then picked you up with ease making you squeal with surprise, walking over to his paperwork chair and then placing you on his lap. Ah, he properly didn’t want you to stand for too long. Though he wouldn’t say that. You made yourself comfortable, resting your head on his chest as he rambled on.

“I merely redirected where the sound travels…” Just as you wanted, he delved into an explanation of what he did to make the gadget, what parts he used, the few complications, the easy parts, everything. And you enjoyed it thoroughly.

“It is truly incredible,” you commented at the end, still thinking about how easily bendable and comfortable the mechanism was. “Does this one have a name?”

“I know.” You didn’t even care that he was being smug about it. You loved it. “And no, it does not.” For some reason, he always left the naming up to you. You wondered why.

“Hmm… I dub thee… Headcircles!” You decided, and Zandik raised an eyebrow at your questionable name. “You know, because it goes on your head, and the two things at your ear look like circles!” You were rather proud of your genius name.

“Another fascinating name,” he remarked to which you playfully hit his shoulder.

“Would it kill you to be nice? On my birthday at least?” You giggled, not actually meaning it. You loved him like this.

“I am unsure as to what you mean. I truly find your names… creative,” he stated with a horrible grin on his face. “It’s why I kept you as my assistant.”

You narrowed your eyes and wrapped your arms around him. “So you kept me around for my naming ability? Not for my impeccable organizational skill? Nor my expertise in deciphering your terrible handwriting and scribbles?”

“I do acknowledge that you possess many exceptional traits, but after all, how can I forget when you named the first Ruin Guard we dissected together? Spinny Thingy? How truly outstanding.” He mocked you with no remorse to which you immediately groaned at the mention of that name. You still remember that day vividly - you both had found a nonfunctional Ruin Guard in the wild which you two had fun dismantling, and Zandik had called it No. 7 in his notes. But you found that far too boring and recommended “Spinny Thingy” because you know, the thing spins! The look he gave you after that made you want to crawl into a hole though. (He didn’t take you up on your proposal.)

“Oh, shush you,” you muttered, a bit embarrassed at the memory. Zandik chuckled and wrapped an arm around you to support you, and a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as he began to sign and look over some paperwork. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest too, something that was strangely soothing. You could almost fall asleep… ah, you need to thank him first though!

“By the way, thank you for the gift, Zandik.”

“It was nothing,” he replied, waving off your gratitude. For one, it was actually no big deal to him, as little inventions like this were of practically no difficulty to him. Yet deep down, the scientist knows that the ultimate gift would be to free you of the suffering your sickness causes. Yet the mighty doctor has yet to find a solution to that. But you looked so content right now, he could put it to the side just for a little bit. Especially since you looked like you were about to beg for kisses with those eyes.

He was right.

You first started off with one simple kiss on the cheek, and then another on the other side. Yet Zandik continued to write, ignoring you on purpose to rile you up. But that was no problem. It wasn’t hard to get him to pay attention to you. Your hands slithered up to his shoulders for balance, and immediately you went to work, placing a kiss on his bare neck, and then two, and then three, your breath fanning against his skin.

Still no reaction.

Well, good thing you had an easy solution to this. On your fourth kiss, you bit down, intent on leaving a mark so-

“[Name],” a deep voice echoed close to your ear as the pen dropped to the table, and you knew you had him. Because for some reason it was okay to litter you with bites but you couldn’t do it to him. Nevertheless, you stopped and instead smiled against his neck to declare your victory which you knew he felt as he sighed. But, Zandik knew, you did deserve something today out of all days. And so you received the same treatment, attacking your neck with far more force than you did, causing you to let out a gasp. But it felt good. Zandik’s kisses always felt good, you thought as he now moved upwards.

“Happy birthday, [Name],” Zandik whispered so quietly, that you wouldn’t hear him if you weren’t so close to him, his pointy teeth grazing and nibbling on the shell of your ear.

Zandik saying those words always felt somewhat surreal. You still clearly remember the first ‘happy birthday’ you received centuries ago as a student. You thought him shoving a gift into your chest and telling you that you had the day off would be all you received. You genuinely did not think he’d verbally say that, considering he never knew how to form his words when it came to things like this, much less in a polite manner. Nonetheless, it made your heart soar.

You smiled against his neck, humming a wordless thank you, as your hand snaked up to his cheek and fingered the edge of his mask, silently asking for permission which he granted. Looking straight at him, you removed the mask and let it clatter on the ground, far too occupied with the handsome sight in front of you. His eyes were the most brightest and brilliant shade of red that you adored, coupled with jagged scars that ran across the top half of his face. So handsome. All yours.

“You always do this,” Zandik let out a resigned sigh, eyes rolling although he kept a firm grip on you on his lap. He had worn the mask for so long, that the rare times he took it off in front of you proved somewhat of a challenge at first due to your ceaseless stares of love despite the scars. Though now he had grown used to it. You merely giggled.

“Do what?” You feigned obliviousness. “I’m simply appreciating my husband’s face,” you shrugged nonchalantly, to which he kept his cool gaze on you.

“Is that all? Is there anything else you intend to do?” He questioned, already fully aware of what your answer would be.

“Why, thank you for asking. In fact, I intend to take advantage of my other birthday gift as well,” you purred, eyes raking down his face to his exposed neck shamelessly. Zandik was not wearing his usual layers of clothes, only his collared blue shirt along with the harness that wrapped around his body. It was your birthday, so surely you could get away with some things, you thought. You mischievously hooked a finger around the harness near his chest, pulled it, and watched it snap back with amusement. Zandik’s eyes bore a hole through you the whole time before he spoke.

“Such a greedy little thing you are… do you truly think it’ll be that easy?” He clicked his tongue in pretend exasperation and annoyance at your audaciousness, leaning into you as he kept contact with your eyes. His own was a mixture of insanity and madness, yet love and possessiveness swirled around as well, almost hypnotizing you. You wished you could see his eyes more. With the right touch, they could be so expressive, just for you of course.

“Well, you know I’ve never lost a fight. Remind me, who was the one dragging the unwilling test subjects to you, and protecting you from the Ruin Machines you accidentally set off back then?” You smirked and licked your lips, not intimidated by his little challenge. “Even now, I’d say I’m still quite something, no?” You always enjoyed every second of being bold to Zandik. Something about having such a deadly man bending to your wishes really did something to you.

His eyes narrowed at your confidence as an amused grin appeared on his face. “I have to say, your analysis is rather correct, as expected from you. You truly are something special, unique… although this may be the first battle you lose. I won’t let you have your way simply because it’s your birthday, love.”

“I guess I’ll just have to take my gift by force then… how rude of you,” you playfully teased, hands resting securely on his shoulders as his own began to dig into your thighs. “Usually, I’d take my time, but today I’m impatient,” you murmured, voice dropping to a low tone as you captured his lips with yours, eagerly deepening the kiss which Zandik reciprocated.

“No need to rush, [Name]. You should know that the best experiments are conducted with time and patience. I’m looking forward to seeing the results myself.”

One may say that this was quite an average birthday. It was nothing like a typical birthday. And they would be right. Yet Zandik does not treat you like how an average, normal lover would. He was eccentric, from the way he spoke to his actions to his hobbies. But you could always say this without hesitation.

Another birthday was well spent in your mad doctor’s loving arms.

Bonus:

“By the way, I left some cake for you.”

“I do not want it.”

“… Yes you do. I’ve known you for centuries, trying to hide your likes from me isn’t very effective, you know?

“Go to sleep.”

“Please, can I feed it to you this time?”

“No.”

“You know I’m going to keep asking this every year, right?”

“I’m not sleeping with you tonight.”

“Wait- come back! I’m sorry!”

The plate was empty the next day.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #dottore fluff #il dottore #genshin il dottore #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui x reader #dottore angst #zandik x reader #genshin impact dottore #genshin dottore #genshin impact zandik #genshin impact il dottore #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #fragile reader <3

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janitorhutcherson · 1 year ago

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I love your writing, please please give the world Mike comforting his partner on their period 🙏🏻 that man would be so compassionate but also confused and asking tons of questions so he can explain it to Abby when she’s older

okay so, i'm about to start my period. i can sense it, i'm cramping, i'm going insane, so here is some mike fluff!! i need this, y'all need this, we all need this rn. this isn't great, last min as always :p i promise one day i'll give yall something more quality lol. also am sorry if this isn't exactly what u were lookin' for!! i hope u enjoy :P

word count: 1,298

warnings: mentions of blood (period), swearing

summary: mike takes care of you while you're on your period. completely unaware to how it all works, he does the best he can, trying to educate himself in the process.

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You were in pain. That was one thing you knew for sure. For the past two days, your insides had felt like Satan himself was ripping them out, tearing each part of your uterus into tiny, itty bitty pieces, perhaps even doing a little happy dance on them. As your body was stretched out on the couch, your hand gripping your abdomen, you felt like your life was flashing before your eyes. You'd called off work, waking up feeling worse than you had during that time of the month in a while. You couldn't picture yourself doing much of anything but laying on the couch in the living room of your boyfriend, Mike, and his little sister, Abby, who was much like your own. You'd slept over the night before, opting to stay there as you felt much more comfortable.

Once a month, you became queen bitch, completely insufferable to be around. You were grumpy, sick, nauseous, and aching. You couldn't help it. Your cramps were always amplified more than the average person. Your pain tolerance seemed to get weaker when the time came. With that being said, everyone around you had to suffer the consequences. You and Mike had only been together a few months. Every month, he'd get a little bit better about handling it. The first month, he was slightly standoffish, not sure if his assistance would make things worse or if it would help you. He'd offer you pain medicine, get you water when you needed it, and fetch the heating pad when you cried out in pain. He was always sympathetic, helpless in his inability to make your pain disappear. Mike loved you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to ache the way that you did.

In the following two months, he'd gotten more adventurous, even offering to go out and buy your preferred pads and tampons. Even though he brought back the wrong thing the first time (he brought back the preteen pads, which would not be helpful to your heavy flow), he was sure to correct it the next. With his learning curve coming to an end, Mike was much better with his assistance. Right as your eyes began to flutter closed, the front door to Mike's door flung open, an exhausted Mike walking through, his hair messy and his skin somewhat pale due to his lack of sleep. Although he was working normal human hours now after getting a regular job, the adjustment period was difficult. He somehow felt even more sleep-deprived than before. You slowly sat up, a confused look on your face as you glanced over at the time. It was only noon, which didn't make sense. Mike typically wouldn't be home until around 5:30pm.

"Mike?" you questioned, your voice laced with pain as your head cocked to the side.

"Yeah, baby?" he questioned back, placing three plastic bags from the store onto the coffee table in front of you. He sat beside you on the couch, moving your legs to lay across his lap. He tenderly reached his hand across you, his warm palm slipping under your shirt to touch your aching stomach. He rubbed slow and gentle circles on the tender area, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as it somewhat relieved the pain. "You feelin' any better?" he spoke softly, his tone dripping with sympathy and worry.

"Why are you home? What's in the bags?" You were confused. You didn't mean to sound like a bitch, but the pain was making you somewhat delirious, and the thought of him simply coming home early just didn't occur to you. He chuckled, shaking his head as he playfully rolled his eyes.

"Can you not just let me take care of you for once?" he grumbled, grabbing the plastic bags from the table and placing them gently into your laps. In the first bag, he pulled out a brand new pain reliever bottle and miniature heating pads. They were wireless and single-use. You could stick them into your pants and wear them around wherever you needed. He also pulled out a new bubble bath, lavender scented, that claimed to have infused pain-relieving essential oils. The next bag contained your favorite kind of chocolate, some other kinds of candy, and a little stuffed bear. The bear wasn't any bear, but one that could be heated up and again used as a heating pad. Inside of the same bag, he also pulled out a brand new box of the right kind of tampons and a bouquet of flowers. The last bag contained burgers and fries from your favorite fast-food place, something yummy to get into your aching system.

You watched in awe as he pulled out each item, a sheepish but proud grin spread across his face as he did so. He was proud of himself, mostly because he felt useful, he felt like for once he was the one taking care of you. Mike typically felt like a burden, like he wasn't worth caring for, regardless of how much you attempted to convince him otherwise. Times like these were important to him, times when he could make you feel safe, secure, loved.

"I, uh, heard you this morning. I realized you were in a lot of pain, wanted to do something nice. I took the day off of work, thought I'd surprise you with some stuff to make you feel good. Got us some lunch too, thought maybe we could go lay down in the bed and watch movies, eat some junk together? I'll take real good care of you," he said, scratching at the back of his neck with a hopeful grin. You looked back at him with your own wide grin, the churning cramps in your stomach not subsiding but instead simply not your main focus at the moment. You nodded your head, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

You helped him carry the brand-new goods and the food to the bedroom. You plopped down onto the bed as Mike leaned over you, gently kissing your head. He tucked you into the blankets, ensuring you were nice and warm. He closed the curtains tightly, all too aware of the vision-blurring headaches you got on your period. He put up one finger to signal he'd be right back. Once he returned, he had a glass of water and heated up your brand-new heating pad bear. He placed your wired heating pad onto the small of your back, pressing two kisses to your forehead again. He then insisted you lift your head, helping you to swallow the pills. After, Mike cuddled up next to you in bed.

The two of you watched random movies and TV shows for the rest of the day, his hand seldom leaving your stomach. He constantly had you wrapped up near him. He kept you medicated and fed, refusing to leave your side. Mike was content. Even though you were a bitch during this time, you were appreciative. He loved you and it was clear, he'd do anything to take care of you.

While deep into the show you were watching, you felt a pair of eyes staring into the side of your head. You lifted your head, looking over to Mike with a cocked eyebrow. "Yes..?" you questioned, staring at his somewhat nervous expression.

"Um, do you think, you could maybe explain periods to me? Y'know, all of it, the bloody stuff, the moody stuff.. I just.. wanna be prepared for Abby," he asked sheepishly. A chuckle left your lips as you shook your head.

"Of course, Mikey. I can explain it to you," you hummed, pressing a kiss to his lips before you went into detail, explaining female anatomy to your 25-year-old boyfriend.

#josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x reader #michael schmidt x reader #mike schmidt imagine #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson imagine #josh hutcherson

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uselessmoonlight · 6 days ago

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Stranger part 5

Reader is Telemachus' friend, and when he leaves for his "diplomatic mission" he asks her to watch over his mother.

Later, once the king has returned, she stumbles upon an injured Poseidon.

Previous / series masterlist / Next

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Content specs: she/her pronouns used, afab reader, Platonic! Telemachus x reader, Epic!Poseidon x reader, possible OOC!Poseidon, Polites’ daughter! Reader, unrequited love, blood, fighting, nudity, illusion, possibly more?, trying to avoid using y/n, slowburn, suggestive themes, but no smut, English is not my first language, sorry if it's too much exposition, it's my first fic.

Ónoma literally means name in Greek, at least according to google translate. View this as the y/n of this fic.

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“When that man went to far, you slayed him without second thought, but now, when a woman does the same, you let her off with a warning. Why?” A voice sounded. As she looked around no-one else seemed to have heard it. She wanted to reply, but had no clue how, would she have to speak aloud?

“I’m in your head, there no need to speak.” Well, that cleared one thing up, she still had no idea who it was, or how they could get in her head. Was she going insane? Or had the sleep deprivation finally caught up to her.

She’d given the man, the same courtesy she’d given Agathe, but while Agathe had realized she’d gone to far, the man had doubled down on his behaviour. Both Ares and Dionysus had given her permission to protect the priestesses.

If Agathe had not stopped, she wondered what she would’ve done. The choice was easy to make if she had divine permission, but if she hadn’t been granted that, what would she have done? Stop her and possibly face the wrath of an angry God? She imagined Dionysus would not take kindly to an attack on his priestesses.

Even if had not minded it, would she be willing to face the consequences in town? Agathe was very influential, her mother would not forgive her, she’d be living a personalized hell. And what of Irene? She was incredibly fond of the girl and could not imagine how hurt she would be.

“You mortals are so, Complex. All those feelings, and rules, and repercussions.” Mortals? Not another God. Gods had only brought death in her life. If her past was anything to go by, this exchange was not a good omen.

“Now, now, I never told you to stop playing. I just wanted to pick at your brain a bit, see what all the fuss is about. You’ve caught quite a few eyes, you know.”

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Poseidon had used up all his energy to call off the storm after his humiliating fight with Odysseus. Healing would take some time, but he was mortified at the idea of anyone seeing his godly form so injured. He pushed himself even further, just so he would not be recognized in his wounded state and then he promptly passed out.

When he woke up he was disoriented, without opening his eyes he realized he was on something softer than sand or stone. There was more covering his figure then when he’d fallen asleep, when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in a room. A very pretty girl was sleeping on a chair next to the bed he was on.

For a moment it distracted him from the fact that he had no clue how he’d gotten here. Wherever here was, anyways. In addition to that, the pretty girl was covered in blood.

The things that covered him turned out to be bandages, but they could’ve been laced with poison, for all he knew. He had to get out, and quick, but his body betrayed him. Every movement felt like he was getting stabbed all over again.

He’d been caught off guard when the previously sleeping girl chastised him for ruining her handiwork. So, she’d been the one to patch him up, then. He didn’t know if he should be relieved or worried because of that. For a moment he thought the blood that stained her must have been his, but then he noticed her wounds and the bloody axes by the door.

Soon after he woke up she’d left. His voice had been croakier than he’d expected. How long had he been out for? He’d smiled at the prayer the girl had sent his way, how amusing, sending a prayer to a God, all the while he’s in your home.

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The next day had been more eventful, he’d not seen the girl when he initially awoke, but when he heard someone rummaging in the other room he figured she must have slept there. He’d kept his eyes closed as he heard her return and leave once again, but not before checking on him. Once he thought she wouldn’t return anytime soon he started prying off his bandages again.

They’d been neatly wrapped around him, he’d almost found it a waste to remove them, but he had to see his wounds for himself. He was a God damn it; he should’ve healed by now. Of course, that would be the time that the woman decided to walk inside. She’d helped him, offered him a bath. He could not stop himself from teasing her.

He’d expected her to run away like a blushing virgin or jump his bones, the former was more likely after her reaction to his actions, but she’d gritted her teeth and actually helped him. He’d hoped for the latter. Poseidon, or Perikles as he’d introduced himself as, had taken many lovers in his life, but not many were as beautiful as she.

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Her friendship with the prince had been a shock, for someone who lived as humbly as she, to be close to a member of the royal family? It was unheard of. Then there was the fact that this was the son of the man who’d done this to him, who’d caused him this pain. He’d not had the chance to talk much with the girl that day, but she intrigued him.

What business did she have at the temple, who’s temple was it anyway? Where’d she learn to play the lyre like that? Why was Athena following her and her friend? Where was her family? Surely a girl her age would not live here alone? From what he’d observed the shack she called home was quite secluded. Was she widowed? She was hardly of age to be married, so likely not.

Who was Ónoma, and why had she been covered in blood?

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@barrythestrawberry041

#epic the ithaca saga #epic polites #epic the musical #epic odysseus #epic the vengeance saga #poseidon #poseidon x reader #epic poseidon #epic musical #telemachus #telemachus x reader

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cravingpepsimax · 14 days ago

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Now I’m racking my brain about what Timothy traits could possibly be bleeding into Ford’s character. Like the Spanish for Hal? It’s surprising difficult.

So much of what we know about Ford is based in his ego, thirst for knowledge, and yes his hands. Because of his limited screen time we don’t get to see that much of his own unique backstory. (Alien influences can’t be something Timothy brought into the roll XD)

So that leaves being a nerd, reading maybe? No doubt he’s smart. Probably plays piano and a million other things (actors are insanely talented and tend to do a million things)

But. I think I thought of the one thing that we could theoretically make his, not Ford’s.

Those damn tattoos.

Think about it, Timothy must have a lot of them, to many to cover up every day on set. Hence the turtleneck. Not necessarily the ones we know about from the book of Bill, website and journal? (For the life of me I can’t remember which comes from what, I’m tired but I had to get this out)

I’m betting he has at least one sleeve, and if he has a sleeve he must have others. Most people with sleeves go all the way.

Maybe he does have the cannon tattoos and ‘Alex’ or whoever the universe show-runner is in this AU is took inspiration because of the wardrobe adjustments the crew had to make!

Idk, I really wanted to give him some lore like Stanley. (This is all I got after twenty minutes of sleep deprived thought) so if you come up with more, please share!

OUUU

ok so i’ve already got my eyes set on timothy not really caring about school bc i think it’d be really funny if ford “12 phds + time to exile my brother for fucking up my chance to go to Big College” pines was played by a guy who went “eh. c’s get degrees.”

BUT THE TATTOO IDEA… omg YES!!!! i also LOVE the piano thing that fits him perfectly,,, actor thingz

THE TATTOO IDEA THO!!! OMG!!!!!!! i’m making it canon that he at LEAST has the all star tattoo. he prolly doesn’t have the alien/bill tats (why would he) but the idea of him getting hammered and deciding HMM YYYUP ALL STAR TATTOOIOOO I LOOOOOVE SHREK esp since he’d be like in his mid 30s-early 40s is hysterical. he rlly felt for that guy being ostracized for his appearance what can i say

but yeah timothy is now covered in tats. hal LOVES it. he goes insane over them. he prolly convinced timothy to get his first one and he just couldn’t stop djdjsjsnsn

#stancest #castcest au

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avonne-writes · 5 months ago

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oooo what about bucky and buck visiting eachother at their respective universities and meeting the other's friends or or or studying together at libraries or bucky convincing gale to skip class to sleep in or getting pizza at 1 am to during midterm and arguing about toppings or something dumb or or or gale making up incentives to to get bucky to study or celebrating gale getting accepted into his masters program like what about all the fun fluffy parts of university (i knoooow they go through a rough patch but a girl loves a university au!!!)

I love all the fun fluffy parts! University AUs are always great 🥰 You brought some great examples, they definitely do all that.

Bucky likes to sleep in and he often tries to convince Gale to stay in bed with him. He pulls him close and presses kisses all over his neck, his hands sliding under Gale's pjs. Gale is pretty good at resisting him, but sometimes he gives in and stays. Bucky loves how sleep-soft and warm he is those mornings.

They go explore all the nearby coffee shops and bakeries together. Gale loves getting coffee with Bucky, because something about caffeine and sugar makes Bucky even more talkative than usual, and Gale enjoys hearing all the little thoughts that cross Bucky's mind. Their favourite spot is one where there's a couch in a semi-secluded corner with a window view. They sit there with Bucky's arm around Gale, and Bucky puts his headphones on and watches passersby while Gale reads/studies.

Bucky is hungry all the time. He's ready to eat literally anytime during the day, sometimes gets up for a 2 am snack during the night. There are certain days when he and Gale are really horny and just keep having sex the whole night, and then they end up ordering food at ungodly hours and eating it half-naked in their living room.

They help each other study. Gale is the silent type who doesn’t like to be quizzed before an exam, while Bucky is the opposite, he needs someone to ask him random questions from the material or to help him condense it. So, Gale helps Bucky by quizzing him, and Bucky helps Gale by sometimes breaking him out of a too intense study session. At times, using sensory deprivation sex to help him clear his head.

They go to all sorts of college events together. Seasonal fairs, pumpkin carving (Gale is insanely competitive), Christmas charity gift giving, campus colour run, career fair, outdoor cinema, "stuff a plush" event, campus festivals, silent disco... Plus, of course, random outings with their friends.

They take care of each other when the other is sick. Gale is really cranky when he has the flu, but through some trial and error, Bucky learns how best to care for him without irritating him. On the other hand, Bucky is very clingy and needy when sick, he becomes incapable of taking care of himself and wants non-stop company, so Gale has to adapt to that.

#buck x bucky #mota #gale cleven #john egan #clegan #anon #hs au #college hc

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hugemilkshake · 10 months ago

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.....like can I send in a cookie run kingdom prompt thing? If so here is one...and I'd like this to be a one-shot plz! Also your writing with your other stories are good so don't stress too much about this! I'm sure you'll be fine! And if ya want feel free to ignore it.

So I got this idea while reading some self aware au fics...where reader is taken from the human world and brought into the cookie world.

The reader, a selfless workaholic, was working like always but then gets taken into the world of cookies! They were surprised they ended up in the cookie run world and decide to try their best in this amazing new world they loved, ready to work hard for the cookies to keep em happy and so on....buuuut that's when they discover how much the cookies love em. They start doing everything for y/n so that way y/n could finally rest and relax. You can go crazy with whatever scenarios you want of y/n trying to do stuff for the cookies buuut cookies stop y/n so y/n stops working or of cookies spoiling the hell out of y/n. Like cookies do their best to make sure y/n is happy, safe and relaxed. Also throw in whatever cookies encounters and stuff you want!

Hope you have fun with it and feel free if you don't feel up to it!

I hope you enjoy the milkshake! Now I might not be the best at writing self aware stuff since this is my first time writing it

Just relax

-self aware AU-

-platonic-

Part 2, part 3

Another long day of work… you rested your head before feeling a vibration from your phone. It was a coworker… asking if you could take their shift…. Again…

Ugh… did they not see that you were tired? But you couldn’t say no… you just couldn’t…

You had some time before having to return to work so you scrolled through the App Store until you came across a cute game franchise called Cookie Run. You decided to buy three of the games, the one that caught your attention was Cookie Run: Kingdom.

It was so charming, the way you could interact with the cookies and decorate your own kingdom was so nice, and in over a month you had gotten all the cookies and decors, which sounds a little crazy but this game was kinda like your escape from your job.

But with this you had gotten very very fatigued. You couldn’t remember when the last time you had a proper meal… or a full night of sleep… or when you saw your family last… or when you didn’t have to work… or when your friends talked to you last…

You were practically on the verge of breaking down, the only thing’s keeping you from going insane was the silly cookie games on your phone.

Now… you might’ve been going crazy but you swear that the cookies were talking to… like directly. It could be sleep deprivation making you hear things but it was still very odd.

But you might’ve hit a breaking point. You finally passed out. You had just gotten a notice that you were getting evicted from your apartment and you didn’t really have anything so all you did was clean up any trash that was left around, and by the time you were done it was midnight and your boss had the AUDACITY to ask you to do even more work… at that point you passed out. Either from exhaustion or stress it was probably both tbh

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But when you woke up you weren’t in your apartment.. you were in a comfortable bed.. that had… candy like details…? You tried to get up and out of the bed but someone quickly jumped up and had you lay back down.

“Please son’t sit up too fast! You’re exhausted. You shouldn’t be moving too much, here let me get you some food, just wait here…” A gentle voice told you…. It was also familiar…

The person returned and set a tray right next to the bed, you saw that they looked familiar…

“I hope your not in any pain… I’m Strawberry Cookie by the way…” Strawberry Cookie spoke “Please just try to relax…”

You tried to speak but your throat hurt a lot… like to an unnatural degree.. but you were quite hungry so you decided to take a bite out of one the the star jellies i front of you. Now when you took a bite… something clicked in your head.

You thought you were dreaming but this felt way to real… the bed.. the food.. everything was too real.

And the realized you felt sore.. not just your throat hurt, everything hurt. You went to rub your temples but your skin felt less oily and more… doughy..?

You wanted answers and Strawberry Cookie was aware of this, so she started to speak once more.

“…I know your probably really confused about what’s happening and I am too… but it’s important for you to not get up and move around… your dough is still getting used to the temperature..”

Dough… what…? What was happening…?

“Just… please don’t stress to much… try to relax… please..?”

…

So you were a cookie now..

Interesting

Well it’s not as bad as you thought it’d be

I mean- you can’t walk and talking is a little difficult but you’re treated like royalty

Like you try to get up and do something and Strawberry Cookie has to guilt trip ask you to lay back down

But Strawberry Cookie wasn’t the only one who visited you

Gingerbrave, Wizard Cookie and Custard Cookie the lll visited you the most

Strawberry Cookie try’s to make sure your feeling alright and gets you food

Gingerbrave tells you what’s currently happening in EarthBread and, you kinda knew what was happening but hearing it more in detail was a little frightening

Wizard Cookie tries to understand how someone your age could have dough as soft as your- and by soft I mean dough like.

And Custard Cookie the lll just talks about how he’s going to be a great prince king and how fun some of the adventures he’s been on!

But out of all of them, the one thing they had in common was making sure you didn’t get up to do anything

You physically cannot do anything without someone making a fuss over it

It was actually kinda nice…

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #crk self aware

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blackdollette · 1 year ago

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jack thurlow missing you? rubbing himself all over your side of the bed, smelling your clothes, just makin a huge mess of himself bc you were away for work n he didn’t wanna call n bother you :(

such a perfect ask omg

"think i'll miss you forever." | jack thurlow

summertime sadness. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @livingdead-materialgirl@romanroyapoligist@ohyams-25 @oliviah-25 @si1nful-symph0ny @auggiethecreator @vanlisbon

female!reader x jack

word count: 906

contents: masturbation (m), use of vibrator

no matter what he did, he just couldn’t get you out of his head. he’d spent countless hours tossing and turning in bed, wishing that he could hold you until sleep came on its own, just as he usually did. being deprived of you for so long was clearly getting to him, nearly driving him to insanity.

every thought that ran through his mind was about you. he imagined you sitting on the bed beside him, wearing that tiny little nightgown of yours. you always had some novel in hand, flipping through the pages as he kept his arms wrapped around your waist. your presence alone was enough to put his mind into a state of calmness.

you were always with him at night. from laying down on top of him to stroking his soft hair while he whispered sweet little things into your ear. he stared up at the ceiling, wondering when this lonely night would come to an end. he turned his head to the side, seeing your side of the bed empty. he sluggishly rolled over, now resting his head on your pillow.

he put his face down into it, draining every last bit of your sweet scent out of it. he groaned softly, turning to look at your bedside drawer. it held some of your jewellery, makeup, and little trinkets that jack had given you. every item made his heart ache for you even more. he scooted off the bed, reaching for the handle of the bottom drawer, knowing exactly what contents it held.

he swiftly opened it, instantly being greeted by the sight of your hot pink vibrator along with all the other toys you enjoyed using. he picked it up and ran a fingertip down the control buttons. he brought it to his ear and shook it, hearing that there were no batteries inside. he stood up and entered the bathroom, taking two batteries from his toothbrush and putting them into the toy.

he made his way back to the bed, not having a clue what to do with himself. his eyes were glued to the object in his hand, wondering how many times you had used it when he wasn’t around to make you feel good. an image ran through his mind, one of you stripped down on the bed, legs spread and head thrown back as you used the toy to feed the growing desire in your soul.

he felt a familiar twitch in his pants as the image filled his head. he was perched on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the toy. he was conflicted. desperation began to fill the empty void in his mind as he felt blood rushing through the veins of his touch-deprived cock. with a sigh, he stood up and turned back to your drawer, grabbing your favourite panties from it.

he sat back on the bed, allowing thoughts of you to flood his brain. he looked at his sweatpants, watching the way his bulge strained against the soft fabric. he groaned softly as he placed a hand on it, palming himself gently. this was the most gentle he had ever been during any sexual acts.

he freed his cock from the clothed prison, seeing the way it eagerly sprung out. without a second thought, he switched on the vibrator and connected it to his tip, instantly feeling an electric jolt shoot through his body. he gasped as the vibrations travelled down his length. he wrapped your panties around his girth and quickly pumped his hand up and down as the vibrator took care of his tip.

he vigorously pumped his needy cock, his tip already leaking with small drops of precum. he thought of all the nights that he had your head buried in his pillow while he roughly pounded into you from behind, all the times you knelt on the ground in front of him and sucked him off and every time you rode him, his cock fitting so perfectly into your tight little cunt.

he pumped himself faster, his balls coming into contact with the base of his fist several times. he began dragging the end of the vibrator up and down his throbbing length, getting his slick all over your panties. he felt his balls tightening up as they burned from the cum that was about to erupt from him.

he couldn’t keep his noises to himself, slurring out your name as he felt that powerful wave washing over him. the orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, cum shooting out and getting all over his hand. he twitched as he continued milking himself past the orgasm, eager to get every last drop out.

he flicked off the vibrator and tossed it to the side, looking at the mess he had made. your panties were completely ruined, and the bedsheets were soaked. jack panted heavily as he came down from his high, feeling worn out after such a powerful climax. he held the panties in his hands, not wanting to let go of the only piece of you he had at the moment.

he tucked his softening cock back into his pants and wrapped himself with the clean side of the blanket, finally feeling worn out enough to doze off. he grabbed your pillow and held it close to him, the smell of it filling his mind with the fake sense that you were really there.

author's note: thank you so much for the jack request! it rlly has been a while

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #jack goes home #jack thurlow #jack thurlow x reader #jack thurlow smut #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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letterlitter · 11 months ago

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Karting around

Lando Norris x reader

•in which one small choice will get you to the Bahrain gp paddock.

Lando will never forget the day you met. How you tripped on a kart and almost fell on your way to clear the tires off of the circuit the day he went karting with friends during summer break.

The hot summer day and the amount of work you had to do was not a good mixture with sleep deprivation from the final semester of your bachelor's. Picking up summer programs was not a wise choice. "At least it would end sooner" you had thought as you handed in the form. Now you regretted it.

The job in the racing track had been your motivation to keep going. After getting into Formula 1, this was the cheapest and the closest thing you could get to the experience. You started racing karts and landed a job on the same track a couple of months later. Never knowing this small choice would lead to a bigger fate and gravely embarrassing yourself infront of professional drivers of the fastest cars in the world was the price to pay to get to it.

"Be careful are you okay?" Lando reached his hand for you to hold onto to prevent you from falling. He was too far away but you caught yourself just in time.

"Yes." You exhaled sharply in relief, "this guy is begging me to ride him...that sounded so weird sorry." You pointed at the blue and yellow LN go-kart you tripped on. The track's new owner had bough quite a few of them. You even learned how to drive a go-kart on them so you were super excited about the owner visiting, wanting to look good, yet you ruined it, twice.

You looked up at Lando, who was trying not to laugh at your joke. You didn't think the joke itself was funny to him, but the way it sounded dirty was making him giggle. You noticed his eyes wrinkle when he did.

"Wanna give it a go?"

Your raised your head with the suggestion.

"So you could beat the crap out of me?" You immediately wished you lead a more polite life and wouldn't keep making yourself look worse.

But Lando didn't seem to care much. The blue of his eyes kept looking deeper in the shade.

"How about we give you a headstart? The karts are all the same it won't be like F1."

You suspiciously looked back at him, "is this a make a wish situation? Mind you I am not dying yet."

He laughed. "I promise we made this choice ourselves. It'll be fun with one more driver. Your boss told me you have experience. Come on." He gestured you to follow him.

"I sort of wish he didn't."

***

Five minutes later there you all were, you in your rental helmet and everyone else in their custom designed ones.

Despite your liking, they all agreed to let you start at the front of the pack with them starting a little further from the line.

The flag was waved and off you went. Pushing hard on the gas, trying so hard to beat at least one of the four people racing against you. Three were F1 drivers so you were focused on beating the other man. The only thing your mind was thinking was "don't lose" and you even surprised yourself since not even in go-kart championships, did you push so hard to win.

By the final lap your core muscles were extremely sore and your grip on the wheel felt numb. You had no idea if you had lost yet but you kept on going and you crossed the line with a simple exhale like you had kept all your breaths in the whole race. This was the first time you felt so out of your own body.

A slight tap of the finger on your helmet brought you back on earth,

"You still there?" Lando's voice sounded stuffy through your helmet.

He offered his hand which you took to stand up, taking off your helmet after.

"Your speed was insane are you alright?" Lando put a hand on your shoulder, bending over a bit to look you in the eye, making sure you're fine.

You nodded yes and started walking towards the building to ask about your lap times.

"Lap time goes: Lando, Alex, .... wow.. y/n, George and Mike."

The "What??" You screamed was the third embarrassment you put yourself through that day. But it was all worth it. You started jumping around making weird noises to your coworker who had just read the names.

Later on George would claim he was trying to be nice and gave you the spot because he wanted to make you look good infront of Lando because he knew you two would end up together.

***

Lando kept coming back to kart with different groups of people. Different drivers, family members, friends. And you had become a member of their racing bunch throughout summer.

Couple days to the official new formula1 season, while your shift was ending and men with cameras were walking in to take some pictures from Lando and his Quadrant team for publicity, Lando pulled you to the side.

He started out hesitant but you didn't really notice at first.

"Before you go I wanted to ask you this once in a lifetime question."

"That would be the second one this summer then."

He smiled, you had become a little closer, a little friendlier during the summer. You felt like it was okay to try and make him laugh.

"How would you like to be a special guest in the Bahrain gp paddock? I might be able to show you around."

You didn't know what to say. Your hands started to sweat and your heartbeat got fast. Was this part of the dream you were having or was it all real?

"What? Yes of course. Yes yes."

So you exchanged numbers and he told you that your trip will be paid for. After a couple months of dating you realized that was just Lando's way of asking for your number. Offering something big to get something small. Maybe that's how it worked for the rich.

You said your goodbyes and waited a couple days for Lando to send you further information.

And this was only the beginning.

#lando norris #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x female reader #lando x reader #bahrain gp 2024 #george russell #alex albon #mclaren #karting

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yellowocaballero · 10 days ago

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ncau supernanny?

That would be the rewrite of the Padme & Ahsoka & Rex fic! It's actually where I stalled out on the new no chip stuff: although Rex had been changed a lot to be more congruent with this version of him, Ahsoka ended up changing a lot and I needed to re-approach her. The completely rewritten Rex story also brought up some plot threads that needed to be resolved in it. So it got complicated and I took a break to write other things. I also really wanted to do justice to the Padme & Ahsoka & Rex dynamic, because it became extremely funny to me. You see a lot of their dynamic in these two scenes and it is incredibly weird and incredibly funny, they are all at rock bottom and making it each other's problem.

There's not too much of it, but here's two scenes that had alterations.

Rex had been against it from the start.

Not that his opinion mattered. Padme kept on trying to make his opinion matter, citing garbage decision making systems and theories of governance. She even played on his level, citing how any good leader accounted for the feedback of her respected clan members into account when making decisions. Objectively true, like most of the things Padme said. Practically useless, like most of the things Padme said. But she really wanted him to feel respected, so just tell me what you think about betraying the Empire. Yes? No? Maybe so?

“I think that it’s my duty as a clone to exterminate threats to the Empire,” Rex had said aggressively. About as aggressive as he had to be. “I think I’m shaming my people by not killing the dissenter and the Jedi now. So stop asking me what I think.”

“Hm,” Padme had said. She had turned to Tano. “I think we’re making real progress. He said Jedi instead of vermin.”

“He’s gonna kill us all,” Tano said.

Unfortunately, they still needed a babysitter. Ergo, Rex.

The sedition was none of his business. He didn’t have an opinion on it. This was for the sake of his sanity and his ability to sleep at night. But if he was to weigh in on terrorism plots anyway - and Tano said that he had an excellent way of making his thoughts known regardless - he’d say that it was just too soon.

The babies were too young. Padme was still nursing every three hours. They were all insanely sleep deprived - Padme and Rex from the babies, Tano from the babies and throwing up three times a night. They were whittled away by their three different flavors of insanity, and they were hanging on by a frayed thread of mania and democratic righteousness. Say what you will about terrorism - it gave Padme a hobby.

But Tano wanted to begin building their network, the sooner the better, and Padme wanted Organa to be their first contact. There was nobody she trusted more, supposedly. Rex politely did not point out Padme’s bad track record with trust. But Tano knew and trusted him too, so through a complex series of bounced signals and covert missives Organa was officially invited to their hiding place on the nothing little planet of Lothal. It was all grain farms. Very boring.

It was a bad idea. Apparently Rex had made that very clear through judicious eyebrow usage. Tano deemed him relentlessly passive-aggressive. Rex deemed her a bitch. As demanded, Padme pretended not to take Rex’s opinion into account and Tano actively decided that something was a good idea if Rex thought it was a bad one.

“Do whatever you want,” Rex had said. “Just leave me and the babies out of it. And stop telling me shit that makes me want to kill you. Hurts my head.”

Tano had crossed her arms, chronically unimpressed with him. “Your head, which is perfectly sane and normal and quite unbrainwashed. The head dunked in powerful Dark energy. That head.”

“At least my head has something in it, you damn -”

“Rex, I respect your right to free speech, but you have to stop -”

“Just tell him to stop cursing at me!” Tano snapped. “Make him cut this shit out!”

“What, and have him get more passive aggressive?”

In a compromise against Rex’s relentless passive aggression, Organa wasn’t to know anything more than absolutely necessary. Quite a bit was necessary, but Rex and the babies were not. Rex had meant to take the kids to the park when he was scheduled to arrive, and to stay there until long after Padme commed to let him know they were gone. The baby toys were quarantined in the nursery and the nursery was to be firmly locked. Nobody had to know about the babies, and nobody had to know about Rex.

That had been the plan. The plan had also been for Organa to meet them tomorrow. Apparently he had his own concerns about a trap. Rex didn’t blame him, but it screwed things up so royally that he wanted to murder him a bit anyway.

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Organa stopped and stared at Rex and the babies, who cooly stared at him back. He opened his mouth to say something, but Padme beat him to it.

“Rex, did you torture my friend?”

Rex snorted. “You call that torture?” Judging by Padme’s withering look she did, indeed, call it torture. “Wanted to see if he would snitch. He didn’t. Babies are hungry.”

Padme sighed and leaned back in the chair, and Tano helpfully stood up and went upstairs to fetch the nursing pillow and blanket. Organa watched with ill-hidden interest as Rex carefully deposited the babies on her lap, and when Tano came back with the pillow and blanket they set her up.

For the first time, Padme looked a little self-conscious feeding her kids in front of Organa, but Rex watched her force herself to get over it. She focused on, seemingly, the important things instead, as she draped the blanket over them and helped them nurse.

“I told you I trusted him. Are you going to harass everybody we ask to help us?”

“Depends,” Rex said blandly, “how many more of your book club are you going to pull into this?”

“Don’t pull that on Mon,” Tano said, smile half-tugging at her lips. “She’ll taze you before you could blink.”

“As if I can’t take a politician?” Rex was downright offended. “Any clone could have killed any senator in a blink.”

“It’s alright,” Organa cut in. He had finally gotten a handle on forcing his composure, and he stopped staring at Padme in favor of looking intently at Rex. “There’s no such thing as too careful. I’m sure Captain Rex, of all people, knows that.” Rex smiled faux-brightly at him. “Why didn’t you introduce yourself?”

“Just Rex, now. And my name would make you think the 501st was around the corner.” Rex unabashedly checked underneath the blanket to make sure the babies were feeding correctly. Padme gave him an eye for micromanaging. “Should I start dinner, ma’am?”

Organa looked at Padme, still obviously turned around in a circle by the relentless addition of bizarre circumstances. “Did Anakin ask Rex to look after you before he…?”

The most awkward silence of all time descended upon the room. Organa flinched, sensing that he had stepped in it somehow. Padme brought the nursing babies closer to her chest. Tano looked away sharply. Rex had a lot of comments he wanted to make, but for once in his life he didn’t actually want to make things worse. He just looked at Padme, wondering what she would say.

“Let’s not talk about Anakin,” Padme said quietly.

“Oh. Yes, I’m sorry.” Organa looked down at his clasped hands, letting his shoulders sag with the weight of another dead friend. “Did Obi-Wan…?”

Padme put a hand over her face. Tano’s face darkened in anger. Rex knew that he couldn’t look much better.

“I see.” Organa had aged ten years in a second. But he still nodded at Rex anyway, somehow dredging up sympathy for the captain of traitors. Rex had to agree. “My condolences, Rex. I know you two were close.”

Rex could not fucking stand natborns. “Don’t talk about shit you know nothing about.”

That didn’t go over well. Organa just looked a little sad, but Tano straightened from the wall and bared her teeth in pure anger. It was impossible to remember that this lady had ever been a Jedi. “How dare you act entitled to our grief? It was your damn battalion that shot him down!”

They had to feel so awful about that. Rex felt so much pity for the clone who had done it. Living with having accidentally killed Obi-Wan - how could any of the 501st do it? “How dare a natborn act entitled to Obi-Wan?” Rex snapped back. “You’re all pretending to give a shit now that he’s dead and you don’t have to deal with him. We’re the ones who raised the -”

Calmly, yet with the unmistakable durasteel that Rex wanted so badly, Padme said, “Rex, don’t speak unless you’re spoken to for a little while.”

Rex bowed. Tano sneered, rolling her eyes. “Yes, my lady.”

Padme had to stop and breathe. Everybody was looking at her, but being the center of attention was her natural state. She was a lot like Anakin that way: they both navigated the world as if they were constantly being watched. Padme expected your attention, Anakin demanded it. He always liked it best when he felt like he had Rex’s undivided attention. Rex should be giving Padme undivided attention too, but - his attention was basically perpetually 80% on the babies. That was the job.

Then Padme straightened, adjusting Leia a little and helping her latch. She watched Leia for a second, expression inscrutable, before she finally looked up and made eye contact with Bail.

“There’s some things I haven’t told you yet. About Anakin.”

Organa’s expression fell - undoubtedly imagining that Anakin met some gruesome and tragic end. Well, he did, but not in the way he thought. “You don’t have to talk about it if you aren’t ready, Padme.”

“I’ll never be ready,” Padme said. “Let’s just get this out of the way.”

Padme told Organa everything. Organa’s face grew paler and paler. She told him a very curious version of the story: one where Anakin was just having A Pretty Bad Week and then decided to go evil about it. Her story about Anakin had some pretty huge Anakin shaped holes in it. Some Rex shaped holes. But Padme had told him not to speak.

Silence fell after she finished. Organa was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, his razor-sharp mind processing the information. Of the life cycle of Darth Vader: born, murdered, died. An ignoble life for what should have been a great man.

Finally, after laborious thought, Organa said, “This is insane.”

“It’s the truth,” Padme said dully. “I feel insane for believing it was any different.”

“You should hear some of the things they’re saying at the Senate. Obvious lie after obvious lie that we’re all pretending to believe. There was no way that the Jedi tried to coup the Republic, that the clones had saved us. But that Palpatine’s a Sith, that - that there had been this galactic conspiracy for ten years with the clones as double agents…Padme, I know Palpatine said Anakin died defending him from the traitor Jedi, and I knew that wasn’t true, but I just can’t…”

“You have to,” Tano said curtly. “We can’t afford to stick our heads in the ground anymore. We don’t have the luxury of ignorance. You’ve known this day was coming for years, Bail.” Tano must have noticed Rex’s surprise and confusion - Rex hadn’t even known she was paying attention to him at all. “Bail didn’t spend three years protesting the war for his health, Rex. He knew that Palpatine was taking advantage of the war and eroding democracy. He just went further than any of us thought possible.”

“Palpatine taught me everything I know about being a politician. I didn’t want to believe it.” Padme hoisted Luke carefully, helping him re-latch. “It took Bail hours to convince me that the man was a fascist. But it was already far too late.” Rex squinted at Padme, and she looked surprised. “Do you not know what a fascist is?”

Bitterly, Tano said, “It’s a very strong leader.”

Rex relaxed, but some part of him tensed up too. “Why would being a strong leader be a bad thing?”

Padme opened her mouth. Then she speedran the five stages of grief, and closed it. “Let’s put that on the list of ethics lessons to teach you later.” Fuck, Rex never should have opened his mouth. He couldn’t get five seconds without a lecture on morality.

#my asks #my writing #rex is so evil and it is so funny.#also like a complete tragedy and really sad but its also funny.#the padme ahsoka rex thing is delightfully impossible to easily explain #dysfunctional but functional. they are bringing out the worst in each other but they need each other.#i wanted to do justice to it so badly that i had to take a break jalsdf #story will have to be rewritten completely; will now star ezra. yes really.

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