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ram-bles · 1 month ago

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HELLOOOO

I got a silly little ask, just a drabble from you would be fine 😁

Like- the reader (gender neutral) wasn't very open about their hobbies and such. One of their hobbies was like martial arts or smth (THIS IS VERY CRUCIAL ☝️☝️☝️)

Wellll, one day Jimmy (🤮) decided to try and touch the reader inappropriately and they just throw him over their shoulder saying something along the lines of "Do NOT touch me."

I KNOW IT'S CRINGE BUT PLEASEEEE, IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY 🙏🙏🙏🙏

I saw you're writing for only Curly and Daisuke, but if you wanna you can add other characters into the mix. It's all platonic, just a silly little ask cuz I wanna laugh 😁😁😁

[ Tulpar Crew & Reader ]

Oh I love this one. Also this reminded me to update my list thank u 4 unintentionally reminding me anon.,.,. ALSO DONT WORRY I DONT THINK IT'S CRINGE !

gender neutral reader, it gets silly later on i promise. not proof-read. wrote this really quick.

⚠️ tw: stalking, jimmy being a little too forward and close

The day was pretty much mundane, like always. Everyone was in their designated work stations, including you of course. Though, something felt off. It had been like this for the past week, and you hated it. You even blamed your lack of sleep for it. It seemed like there was something— someone, watching and following you when you were alone.

One time, you'd even woken up to the sound of your quarter's door closing. You stayed up all night, not wanting to inconvenience the other crew members for what you think might just be all in your head. Well, that is until psych evaluation day came and you opened up about this to Anya who so easily believed you, but seemed so uncomfortable with the topic. You decided not to pry out of respect. She offers her company when you need it.

That same night, Daisuke offered to host a game session to which everyone reluctantly agreed to.

Establishing good bonds between workers is key to an efficient working environment!

Anya, Swansea and Daisuke were sitting by the sofa, Curly dragged a chair just beside the game table, whilst you and Jimmy sat beside each other on the floor. The game involved four players and the crew decided that whoever loses first has to swap with whoever hasn't played yet for the next rounds. The game was getting heated, Daisuke and Anya, neck on neck. Unfortunately, not the only thing neck on neck. Everyone else was too focused on the game to even notice what Jimmy was doing. You can feel his breath against your skin. You eyed the others in hopes that they would see. Too busy. Annoyed and grossed out, you elbowed his ribs in warning, glaring at him. "Jimmy, don't touch me." He seems pissed, but that doesn't deter him from getting his entertainment. Jimmy presses on and you swear you felt your eyebrows twitch. The balls of this guy to even do this here.

Daisuke throws the dice, the three leans in in anticipation as they watch it slowly roll to a stop and—

CRASH!

Some game pieces flew in different directions, two table legs snapping from the force and Jimmy's weight. It was radio silent for a moment. The crew having different variations of shocked expressions. You had grabbed his arm and flipped his body onto the furniture.

"Fuckin' pervert. Are you deaf, or what? I said do NOT touch me."

Daisuke threw his hands up in the air and settled it on each side of his head, frustrated. "Oh, come on, man! I was so close to winni—!" His whining ceases when Swansea nudges him, instantly shutting up and processing what had just happened. It took a few blinks for him to register and he eventually bursts out laughing and pointing at Jimmy. It took everything from Swansea not to burst out laughing as well. Instead, he crosses his arms and huffs with a proud smile. 'Atta' kid.'

Anya on the other hand slips out a gasp, covering her mouth. Mostly out of shock, and no sympathy for the man whatsoever. When the other intern started laughing, she had to bite her lip and look away to suppress her own fit.

[ History of glenohumeral joint subluxation.

It happened way too fast for Jimmy to even process what just happened. He spits out something hard, probably a tooth. His shoulder slightly stings as well, probably dislocated. He'll get back at you some other time, he can't get back at you when everyone else is here and that pisses him off even more.

Curly had mixed feelings. But of course, he prioritizes his role and he has to mediate everything first and foremost. Rubbing his face, he sighs and stands up, putting his hands on his hips. He calls your name and you tilted your head to look up at him. "I have to discuss... this with you later on. Please drop by the cockpit, yeah?" You roll your eyes and nod, pouting. "Swansea, could we borrow your intern real quick?"

"Shift's over, go ahead."

He gives the eldest a nod. "Daisuke, please assist Anya. Help her bring Jimmy to medical."

"Youuuuu got it, Big C." He finger guns towards the captain then stands up to hover over the co-pilot. Curly could only give Daisuke an awkward smile at the nickname.

"Never call him that again."

"El Capitano." Daisuke helps Jimmy up, making sure he's pulling them up by the injured arm, making the man grit his teeth and groan in pain. Before the guy could even cuss at the intern, Swansea continued bickering.

"Do your damn job."

"Yessir. Swansir."

Anya and Daisuke finally went off the bring the poor injured co-pilot to treat him. And if you'd like to know, Anya taught Daisuke how to pull Jimmy's shoulder back to place. Yes, everyone heard him when it happened.

You helped Swansea clean up the mess by the lounge and in apology, offered to help repair the table the next day. He agrees and even offers Daisuke to assist you.

Curly had to lightly reprimand you for your actions, but you'd explained to him what happened. The best he could do for you for now is lie on the report.

Sustained through occupational accident.

Employee confirmed inebriated while working.

Property damage docked to Jimmy.]

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bigbigtruck · 1 year ago

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It's getting chilly again so I'm gonna share a cheap hearty easy recipe I like to make in winter

1 tube-thingy hot & spicy sausage (my mom always used Jimmy Dean; I've used turkey sausage and spicy Impossible sausage, your pref)

2 russet potatoes, chopped into bite size pieces (you can use red or gold potatoes, but they aren't as cheap and take a little longer to cook)

1 can black beans, undrained

1 can kidney beans, undrained

1 16 oz can tomatoes, stewed, whole, diced, whatever (I like the fire roasted kind)

1 white onion, diced (yellow is fine too)

2 or 3 cloves garlic, diced

1 or 2 bay leaves

chicken broth or water (I combine them), enough to cover

salt, pepper, thyme and herbs to taste

Sweat the onions in a pan with a little oil or fat; add garlic, add sausage. Stir frequently til sausage is crumbly and brown and onions are caramelized. Throw EVERYTHING in a pot. Stovetop at medium heat or crock pot, whatever. Just dump it all in there. (stir it up of course) I prefer crock pot bc less supervision. Cook til potato chunks are soft. It's good out the pot but way better after 24 hours in the fridge, plus you can skim any excess fat off the top after it's been refrigerated.

Ideal if u live alone for bean reasons but also bc it runs me $7-10 to make 5~6 servings depending on where I shop (but we already have the herbs/bay leaf)

anyway it's good and SUPER fuckwithable if you need substitutions.

I hope nobody reblogged this before I remembered to add the canned tomatoes

#recipe #food

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peggyao3 · 5 months ago

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Relic - Pt. 3 "Dying of the Light"

PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Unnamed Ambiguous FMC

SUMMARY: ✧༺༻ Dreams are messages from the deep ༺༻✧ A woman from the unknown comes to Feyd in his dreams and his nights become his days as he flees to the dreamscape to escape the nightmares that haunt his waking hours.

TAGS: 18+, smut, she/her AFAB FMC, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, Porn with Plot, Feyd-Rautha's black cum, Feyd-Rautha's big cock, Praise Kink, Body Worship, angst/hurt and comfort, drama, fluff, Frank Herbert would frown, some politics, implied/referenced (child) abuse ❗, Trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts ❗, Healing, Strangers to Lovers, falling in love, Vulnerable!Feyd, Emotional!Feyd, Possessive!Feyd, Feyd is a sweet baby who did nothing wrong and I WILL pamper him, nurture not nature, Stockholm Syndrome but in a consensual way, lucid dreaming, implied/referenced cannibalism ❗, implied/referenced murder

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

A/N: I must warn you of the "implied/referenced (child) abuse" tag very insistently for this chapter 🥺

Reposted from my Ao3 💕| Masterlist under construction ⚠️| Relic Masterlist

Divider by @saradika-graphics

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Day 48

"Since when do you prefer golden glow globes?"

"What?" Feyd snaps sharply, fingernails leaving crescent shapes in the apple he's been reluctantly eating, scarfing it down despite his lack of appetite.

"The servants have reported to me that you prefer the glow globes in your quarters golden now."

A shiver rolls down Feyd-Rautha's spine, cold like fear, wet like the sweat that comes with fear. The sanctity of his quarters hasn't been defiled in a few years, but even though his uncle's older, frailer body may not come and visit him there in the flesh anymore, his eyes watch him always, and he has many eyes, too many to count.

"And since when do you prefer your livers sliced instead of diced? Is a man not allowed to have moods?" Feyd takes a bite of the apple that tastes like ash and bile.

"A man, yes…"

"You accuse me of not being a man?"

"Well, physically you are, I can't deny that." Feyd's jaws are tense as a coiled spring, his guts shriveled, his sweat cold against his armpits. "But mentally, dear nephew… You still remind me so much of the boy you were."

Feyd stands abruptly and throws the rest of his apple on the floor where it splatters into a myriad of soggy pieces. A servant hurries over at once to clean up the na-Baron's mess and Feyd stabs them in the stomach not once but six times. Their crumpled body lands face down in the smashed fruit and Feyd whips his blade, spraying blood across the servant's white plastic robe and the tall polymer pillar that supports the arched ceiling of the royal dining room.

The baron chuckles as his nephew stomps away and Feyd is livid with himself. He shouldn't have let him crawl under his skin, shouldn't have thrown a tantrum like the child he accused him of being, shouldn't have provided his uncle with a fresh meal. At his back, Feyd hears the dead body being hoisted on the table by four pairs of trembling hands, a knife being whetted.

Without delay, Feyd's feet carry him to his chambers. His earthly presence may not be safe there, but this is where the door to a better world awaits him, standing open every night. All he needs to do is step through.

He goes back to the dream where his soul comes to cry.

Night 61

Soft fingertips caress Feyd's chest as they lounge in bed, bathed in the gentle, golden shine of a glowglobe which keeps the achromatic daylight at bay. His woman is in distress today and Feyd sees it as his utmost duty to hold her and soak up every word of hers to fragment it in his head, analyze it and piece it back together to provide solutions to all of her problems.

"I'm always so glad to see you," she mumbles against his clavicle, tickling him with her lips. "You're soft," she adds, sighing.

"Do you like me soft?"

"Oh, yes, very much so." Her lips twitch into a smile against his skin and she exhales a shuddering breath. Feyd's hands calmly dance across her back, creating comfort as easily as the waves wash up on the beach.

"What troubles you?" Asking this with genuine care makes a new flower blossom in Feyd's garden of discovery.

"I know nothing but fear when I'm awake. But I never need to be scared with you."

"And what's so scary when you're awake?" How warm his chest feels, how full his heart.

"The war," she mutters flatly, tracing the dent between his pectorals mechanically.

The great Houses currently aren't at war and Feyd can't remember all the meaningless little wars and feuds on lesser planets. No doubt there are plenty of them, no doubt they are terrible for their populaces. Fascinating, how he's never even considered wars on smaller worlds as events of importance.

He almost asks - Where, how and why? Is she safe? How can he help her? House Harkonnen has all the means to liberate one of the lesser of the thousands of planets of the imperium from a local war. But if he takes that step, she will take the next and there will be no stopping this avalanche. If he asks about her world, she will ask about his. If he intervenes, she will find out his name, his status, all of his tainted colors.

It would destroy everything they have. Their treasured place of peace would break down like a house of cards, so he better not touch it.

Feyd decides that he is glad for the war. It means that his woman looks forward to being with him at night. Selfishly, he hopes her waking hours are as miserable as his, so their shared nights will always be the light of their days.

"And how involved are you in the war?" He carefully prods, holding her body closely against his quicker beating heart, fingertips dipping I to the little spaces between her vertebrae.

"Not as much as others. I have a safe place to sleep at night." Why does she sound so guilty saying that? Feyd battles his own guilt upon realizing that this is the most important information of the night. So much for wanting to solve all of her problems. As long as she is safe, he will not shake the pillars of their peace, just like he won't chop his own leg off.

"That's good, my darling, don't get involved, can you do that for me?" She begins to cry, nodding as she curls up against Feyd's chest, tearful face hidden in his neck as if she's only been waiting for someone's permission to disengage.

Feyd holds her tight, whispering sweet nothings: "It's okay, it's okay… My poor darling." Her tears slip down his neck like fresh rain on Feyd's flowers.

Night 83

Tonight he gasps like a drowning person when he falls into the dream, floundering as he squeezes her body to him with damp hands. Feyd's heart drums like thunder against his ribs. He has finally escaped, yet he hasn't. Sticky imprints of real nightmares still cling to him even in the dream, too fresh, too disgraceful.

"My love? What is wrong?" She flinches upon his tightening grasp on her clothes and sudden frantic breath Feyd exhales. He had been breathing and cuddling her so peacefully only a moment ago.

"I o-only just arrived," he grates out, swallowing down a big lump in his throat, but it comes back up twice as large immediately and he turns his face away, fighting with the last vestiges of his strength and dignity against the humiliating torrent.

"You're hurt," she notes and touches his shoulder so gently that he starts weeping.

"Can I-, ju-ust, hah, just c-cry to-ni-ight?" His eyes burn like acid, his face scrunched up into a painful grimace and he is blinded by the wetness that veils his eyes and slips down his cheeks in hot rivulets. Anyone could stab him in the back in a state like this

"Of course, my beloved, please come here, please, please…"

Feyd-Rautha curls up on her chest, crying like a child until his tears and his saliva have soaked her gown. She cradles his head so softly, touching his scalp and the nape of his neck. His legs curl into a fetal position, surrendering to the choked sobs that shake his chest.

The breathing exercise hadn't helped this afternoon.

"He-, he just-" Feyd tries to convey his thoughts, trying to form a sentence that doesn't make the bile rise in his throat.

"I know, I'm so sorry. Listen to me, Feyd, you deserve none of that, do you hear me? You are so precious, you are so loved."

"By who?" He asks. She's told him she loves him already.

"By me, I love you more than there are stars in the universe."

Feyd's teeth scrape against her chest as he cries with his mouth open, emitting sounds that he's never heard himself make before, not as a grown man. He sounds like a dying animal. She holds him as long as it takes to drain the river of his tears until only the drying salt is left on his cheeks. His throat hurts like he has cut himself open with razor blades and his head radiates a throbbing ache with each exhausted heartbeat.

Throughout it all, while she holds him and coos at him, she cries quietly as well, feeling his suffering like physical pain that throttles her heart. She feels bad for lamenting about the war when Feyd has gone through all of this all his life. It wasn't hard to figure out that he has no one to talk to and his suffering has accumulated, layer after terrible layer around a vulnerable core. She wants nothing more than to free him from this pain, but he had asked her to only let him cry tonight, so she will not offer advice.

Eventually, the room falls silent. Feyd hasn't cried for a few minutes, only breathing against her neck while she tirelessly caresses his smooth scalp. She thinks he might have fallen asleep and is surprised that it actually worked within the dream, but then she feels his lips moving along the column of her throat, peppering it with soft kisses. She doesn't complain about the intimate touch and kisses his head. When she told him he is so loved, she meant it with every cell of hers. Feyd stirs in her arms, raising himself on his forearms.

"Can I fuck you?" Red-rimmed eyes look at her feverishly, lips parted for breath because his nose is stuffy.

She is caught by surprise, momentarily not knowing what to say. "Are you sure you want that tonight?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm so sure." Feyd delves for her mouth, capturing it in a kiss, though he quickly has to part for breath. His lips taste of salt and his warm, hectic breath flutters across her skin as he lets out little sounds of desperation.

She kisses him back with a sliver of reluctance, letting her hand slide from the back of his head to his neck and over his muscled shoulders as he leans over her, slotting himself between her legs. Already he unlaces his trousers and bunches up her gown, rubbing circles over her clothed clit in a way that feels rushed. His cock is half hard and brushing against her inner thigh. While her eyes are closed, she feels the frantic rhythm of Feyd's hand, stroking himself.

He isn't usually this impatient.

"Feyd, wait a moment, I'm not wet enough," she objects when he tugs her underwear aside.

"Why?! Why the fuck not?" Hurt raptor eyes snap up, lips pressed into a tight, trembling line. The tension in his jaws adds a bump on each side like extra bones protruding from his skeleton.

"Because you've been crying!"

Feyd viscerally pulls away. He is a pathetic excuse of a man. How dare his eyes cry more at her words? He will never cry again. Never.

"My beloved, don't go," she pleads, wrapping her arms around Feyd's narrow waist from behind. How easily he sinks back into her embrace is just as pathetic, he thinks, trying to stifle his tears with anger, but he can't stop crying while his woman holds him so softly against her chest like he is only half of the size he is. He slumps back down with no energy left, crying dry sobs into her breasts.

Very gently, she turns him on his back, making sure his head is on the pillow before she climbs on top of him, covering every part of him with her warm, soft body. Instinctively, Feyd's arms wrap around her middle, squeezing her close like he would have hugged the stuffed animal he might have had as a young child.

"Can you just touch me to make it go away?" He pleads into the crown of her head.

"Of course." She lifts her face, regards him earnestly, like she isn't at all deterred by the sight of his puffy eyes and lips and his salt-crusted cheeks. "Where do you need me to touch you?"

"Everywhere," he confesses, shuddering at the terrible truth and his head won't stop swaying from left to right.

"Okay," she softly hums and starts by kissing under each eye, letting him know that his tears will never stand between them. She loves him with tears on his cheeks as much as she loves him without. Her lips tickle his lashes as she kisses his half-closed eyelids, the softest, tenderest part of him. Then across his smooth, thick brow bones, over his scalp and down on one side while she caresses the other side with gentle fingers.

Sweetly, she nuzzles his ear with her nose, placing pecks on the shell that make him sigh. From the corner of her eyes, she sees his lips part.

Proceeding downwards very slowly, she draws a trail of kisses down his throat, lingering just under his jaws for several minutes, increasing from light pecks to generous suckles that tint his skin pink. Soft moans chime after the first few love bites and Feyd's fingers twist into the fabric of her gown.

"Would you like your clothes off?" She whispers and licks gently over his Adam's Apple which jumps when he speaks.

"Yes, please."

She begins with his tunic, fingers slipping under the hem and across his smooth, twitching belly, lifting the fabric as he lifts his arms so the shirt can be discarded on the side. Each dip and curve of his muscles receives loving attention, a wet tongue sliding between the subtle mounds of his abdominal muscles, into his navel, between his pectorals while her fingers are splayed across his ribs, feeling the corded muscles flex there when her mouth caresses each hardening nipple.

Humming softly, she nuzzles her cheek against his chest, fingers dancing lightly across his side. Tentatively, her hand dips lower, thumb drawing a line from Feyd's navel to the hem of his trousers. His muscles flex, hips jumping. The tent in the fabric can't be missed, yet she doesn't free him until he sighs: "Everywhere please," and a one hand settles on the top of her head, pushing her down.

While sliding his trousers down, she kisses over his hip bones, and down to his smooth, muscled thighs which fall open, hard length twitching and flopping back down on his tummy.

"Ahh~" Feyd moans.

"Not yet, my love. Soon." She continues her journey, pulling his trousers over his feet as he angles them downwards. Her hand glides over the smooth back of his foot and he is distracted by that, not realizing how she lowers her face to his other foot. Only when her lips brush against him softly, he flinches.

"You don't need to kiss my feet." He sounds so worried all of a sudden.

"But what if I want to?" She peppers kisses around his ankle, up his shin and then back down "You have cute toes for a man."

That makes him chuckle and her heart blossoms with warmth at the sound. A tearful thickness still clings to Feyd's voice, but his laughter sounds genuine and his raspy moans are sweeter than anything when she kisses his feet goodbye and lets her hands and lips journey upwards, following the corded muscles of his milky legs. Again, she stops before his cock, noting how his balls have grown plump and taut against his writhing pelvis.

"You said everywhere," she apologizes and Feyd allows her to lift his right leg slowly, without thinking about anything except how good her lips feel and how nicely his skin prickles in all the places where she's touched him. Tenderly, she kisses the back of his thigh, sliding her nose across the smooth skin, down towards his ass cheek, inwards.

Feyd instinctively grabs her hair to pull her to his leaking cock, but he only ends up holding her in a loose grip as she continues the worship of his milky skin, every plane, every bump.

"You're so pretty everywhere." Her hot breath brushes over his balls as she switches to the other thigh and a heavy blush heats up Feyd's cheeks. He can't help the writhing of his back and hips against the mattress, legs shifting further apart, neck arching so that his Adam's Apple sticks up like the peak of a snowy mountain.

Teeth nibble at the back of his thigh, closing in on the protruding tendon that connects leg to pelvis. Feyd shivers, fingers tightening in her hair, staring down at her bowed head with rapt anticipation. Finally, her tongue delves over that tendon, eliciting a fierce shiver from his body, nerves screaming their gratefulness for being almost touched where he needs it. The side of her tongue just barely slides against his balls and the moan he lets out is guttural, toes flexing against the sheets.

"So, so pretty. The prettiest I've ever seen. I'm so lucky to get to see you like this. Do you have any idea how lucky I am?"

Feyd can only whimper when her lips wrap around his ridiculously hard and flushed cock head, tongue swirling across the slit to taste the salty, heady beads of inky pre cum. She is no longer afraid of the foreign color. Her hand is wrapped around the base, massaging him almost too gently, but even that gentle touch licks at his overly sensitive nerves like white-hot flames.

"Do you want to close your eyes for me and relax?" She whispers, kissing the saliva-wet head of his cock. Feyd hesitates, slightly tensing, and shakes his head. "That's alright, then keep them open and look at me, okay?"

That he does, watching her take the thick head in her mouth, tongue lapping at the sensitive underside. The hand that isn't holding him begins to dance across his inner thigh, making him spread his legs wider. Her hand drops from the base of his shaft to his balls, squeezing them which makes his cock strain and twitch against her teeth. She doesn't release him from her soft, wet mouth, bobbing at a slightly faster pace, fondling his balls.

Feyd's moans increase in pitch and a big, gentle hand with long fingers caresses her head incredibly softly for someone who is used to meeting violence with violence and forcing himself down a partner's throat with no respect for their well-being, who gets off on the sound of choking and gagging.

He cries out when she pulls off his cock, drawing strings of saliva after her which snap and create a web across his shaft as she leans down, tracing the thick veins with the tip of her nose, then with her tongue. Feyd lets out one long, guttural whine when her tongue delves all the way down and she sucks his balls into her mouth, one at a time, hands splayed across the back of his thighs, holding them open. Feyd grunts, heels ruffling the sheets as he pulls his knees closer to his body, hips jerking.

Sweat beads on his forehead and he watches incredulously as she opens her jaws as wide as can be and takes both of his balls into the hot, wet cavity of her mouth, creating pressure and suction. Feyd's core coils with heat, the wave of release approaching at near impossible speed.

"Oh God, oh please, oh fuck~"

She feels the throbbing of his climax with her tongue first and hums around his sac, wrapping her hand around the head of his spit-wet cock, jerking him off until the crescendo of his moans peaks and topples and inky seed splatters all across her hand and his tummy. His hips keep twitching until moans turn into whimpers and his head sinks into the sweat-damp pillow. Only relief occupies Feyd's mind when his muscles go completely slack, save for the pleasant shudder that passes through him when she releases his sac with a wet pop.

Some of the rot has been cleaned by the cathartic touch of her hands.

Feyd meets her gaze, blue eyes drowsy and full of bliss. Meanwhile, she looks up at him with eyes like wet fire. If only there was a way to save her beloved from his waking nightmares.

Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - Dylan Thomas

[Tag list: @nostalgichoya, @sebastianswallows]

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citruslullabies · 10 months ago

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Yo. Prompt for Dogday

Y/N and Dogday were in love before he was turned into Dogday. (Kinda like the Rich Dogday x reader fic but not fully) this is before the hour of joy. Y/N was busy at home when all of a sudden a massive dog mascot comes into the house. Finding out that is her parted, they now have to get used to the new life(Sleeping in bed, going on outings, etc). They still madly in love, like a constant honeymoon phase-ish. This just looks weird going on dates and stuff.

Thank u

Yo yo! Of course I can do that!

Trigger warnings: descriptions of a panic attack, very short but still

Requested by: anonymous

Romantic/platonic?: romantic

Category: reuniting fluff + a sprinkle of angst

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 688

Second Chances

The house had been empty since Rich left, leaving his spouse behind. You mourned and craved for his return and still, never moved on. You kept your wedding band on and kept his belongings in the very place he had left them, not daring to see anyone else since you were still devoted to him.

You were busy dicing onions up for dinner, making spaghetti which was one of Rich’s favorite dishes made by your loving hands. But he wasn't here to enjoy it anymore, and all you could taste when you ate it was his memory. You drowned your thoughts out with music the two of you mutually loved, listening to We’ll Meet Again as you moved onto cutting up olives.

You hadn't even heard the front door open, not heard the clicking of it shutting and the heavy yet quiet footsteps approaching the kitchen. You glanced up at the window above the sink and saw your reflection, and the glimpse of some.. creature. Your eyes immediately shot wide open as you turned around in a flash and clutched the knife you had been using dearly, breathing heavily as you gulped. What even was that thing?

“Get.. get out of my house!” You managed to choke out through your lungs threatening to collapse in on you, your mind going through fight or flight. Your knuckles turned white as you clutched onto your blade and your eyes so wide that they threatened to pop out of your skull. The big orange creature slowly approached, being cautious as it spoke. “Dear-”

it tried to speak softly, trying to reassure you in some way that you didn't understand. You looked around, looking for any way to get to the home phone quickly and get this thing out. You tried to dash off into the other room, not thinking clearly as your brain felt like an over inflated balloon. The monstrous dog-like thing quickly grabbed your arm and tried to pull you close.

“(Y/n)! Please listen, darling, Angel, it's me-” it tried to say, saddened by your wide eyes and the sight of your chest picking up in speed. You didn't listen and quickly used the knife in your hand to slash his arm, causing a loud yelp to erupt from it and it to immediately cradle his arm as you ran and stumbled. You were trying to quickly call for 911 or anyone, hands shaking but you let out a choked sob when the creature carefully dragged you away from the phone and had your arms crossed over your chest, holding you close to it.

“Shh.. shh.. please, please calm down. Darling, darling it's me.. it's Rich please..” he pleaded softly, watching as you shook your head through tears and tried to squirm out of his grasp. He carefully rocked you against him and let out a shaky sigh. “Angel.. it's me.. it's just me. I'm home.” He whispered softly into your ear, tears wettening the fur on his face but not as badly compared to your face that was drowning in tears. You dry heaved a bit, gulping down the threat of throwing up from such anxiety. You didn't believe it.. it sounded like Rich, it talked with Rich, but it didn't look like Rich.

After calming you down, the large canine say with you and held your hands throughout the entire conversation - rubbing his thumbs against your palms comfortingly as he explained everything. You broke down into further sobs and flung yourself at him, crying into his chest. He rubbed your back and peppered you in kisses, humming softly to the song you two listened to on your first date in a little restaurant to ease your anxiety.

Things finally went back to how they once were, the house back to being a happy home despite the pain that echoed through it's walls despite silence for so long. The married couple happily going through each day like it was their honeymoon again, loving each other despite well.. the odd circumstances. The couple happily asleep in their bed just like they were before.

Things were finally okay again.

Thank you for requesting!

#smiling critters #dogday x y/n #dogday #dogday x reader #dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime #citrus fic

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devotion-disorder · 4 months ago

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Where did u go 🥺

uni has begun which also means my life force is being continuously drained by the wicked congregations of academia once more😔 but im doing alright, it is my final year so its just a bit hectic rn!! turns out doing my coursework and an internship and a part-time job all at once is maybe not that great of an idea LMAO

well the silver lining is that im on campus again so i can use the university's printers to print my adachi cube. finally

ah but i jest. in fact i have printed not one but TWO adachi cubes

the second pic is me trying to take a picture while actually throwing the cube like dice

#ask #anon #my bad it turned into me talking about adachi again #the amount of serotonin i got from making the cube is. alarming #me standing in the library printing the adachi cube template (Hogging the color printer i may add) while other people are like #printing their research papers and essays

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yuepants · 4 months ago

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The gods may throw a dice

Their minds as cold as ice

And someone way down here

Loses someone dear

[gravity falls x better call saul]

so uh i love gravity falls and better call saul and if you've been following me since 2022 you'd have witnessed the obsessive bcs reblogs SHSHSH ive posted bcs fanart here before but do not look for them pls theyre just lalo x nacho sketches

ANYWAY ive been wanting to make this crossover for a while now and i finally did it? i hope u guys get my vision LOLLL the parallels!! Stan and Jimmy, Ford and Chuck UGHHH

also the fact that ABBA is canon in both shows whahrhshs i love it

i played this bcs edit on loop for inspiration

PS: i'll be posting maxley content again soon... fem maxley.... pls show em some love... 🥺🤲🏻

#gravity falls #grunkle ford #grunkle stan #stanford pines #stanley pines #stan pines #ford pines #gravity falls fanart #gravity falls au #the book of bill #better call saul #bcs

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fadedin2u · 1 year ago

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pick up and roll the dice - ch. 3

read in between the lines, i know you love me…

summary: you plan a surprise for ellie’s birthday, and ellie’s doesn’t know what to do about her overwhelming feelings for you.

content: college!au, childhood best friends!au, dealer!ellie, fem!reader, modern!au, ellie is a simp (not surprising), ur also a simp, art major!ellie, kinda slow burn??

word count: 2k

warnings: none really for this chapter!! expect nsfw chapters in the future so MDNI 18+

notes: it bums me tf out how little attention ellie fluff gets on tumblr, but i love writing this series, so if u like to read it, like/reblogs are SO appreciated

read chapters one and two here!

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The day after the party, Ellie’s a wreck. She barely got a wink of sleep that night, unable to stop ruminating on how much she’s fucking up her friendship with you by having this soul-consuming want for you. It’s not like Ellie doesn’t know how bad this could all end. You’re not only her closest friend, one of the few people she actually trusts, but you’re her goddamn roommate. If Ellie fucks this up, there’s no escaping the awkwardness that would inevitably ensue, plus risk losing you completely.

So, she texts Kylie.

E: hey, sorry for going MIA lmao, things got busy, would u wanna grab dinner w me on friday?

Ellie sits down on her bed and rubs her temples. She doesn’t even like Kylie very much, but she’s available, and she’s clearly interested in Ellie, so at the very least Kylie can be a distraction from you.

Ellie feels a black hole of guilt swirling in her stomach from leading Kylie on, but it dissipates as quickly as it came on when you burst through into dorm, kicking off your shoes that you wore to your morning classes. Ellie, usually, is still asleep when you leave for classes, but this morning, she was just lying in bed, completely awake, as she listened to you getting ready, pushing through your hangover.

“Happy 20th Birthday eve!” You exclaim, giving Ellie a bright, cheeky grin.

She rolls her eyes, trying to conceal her smile, “You’re such a fucking dork.

You shrug and laugh, “Hey, it takes one to know one.”

You notice the dark circles under her eyes and frown slightly, “You look like shit.”

Ellie huffs a laugh, “Thanks.”

You sit across from Ellie on your own dorm-style twin bed. “You’re free tomorrow, right?”

Ellie nods, “I’m getting breakfast with Joel that morning, but yeah, I’ll be free after.”

You grin, and mischievous look on your face, “Good.”

Ellie raises an eyebrow, “Should I be worried?”

You shake your head, “Nah, you’ll love it. I just can’t wait to see your reaction. Just make sure you’re here at the dorm by 5pm, okay?”

Ellie puts up her hand, raising two fingers, “Scout’s honor.”

You snort, standing up to walk to the bathroom, “That’d probably mean more if you were actually a Scout.”

Ellie scoffs, “I know way more about survival than any of those dipshits, I’m basically an honorary scout, if you think about it.”

You rolls your eyes and laugh, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Els.”

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The next day, Ellie’s playing the guitar that Joel made her for her birthday when you walk into the dorm at 5pm sharp.

“Happy Birthday Ellie-Bellie!” You exclaim, knowing her deep-seated hatred for her childhood nickname as you throw a handful of streamers in her direction.

She keeps herself from laughing, “You’re cleaning that up, right?”

You give her a look, “No, I was planning on making you my maid on your birthday. Now come on, we need to get going!”

She puts her guitar to the side and stands up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her t-shirt and cargo pants with her hands.

“Is that from Joel?” You ask, motioning to the guitar.

Ellie nods and smiles wide, “Yeah, he made it for me, it’s super sweet.”

You examine the guitar’s craftsmanship as Ellie laces up her converse.

“You’re not driving right?” She asks.

You give her another look, “I have to, it’s a surprise destination. You can’t drive somewhere you don’t even know you’re going to.”

She groans, “And to think I didn’t even give Joel a proper goodbye.”

You kick her shin playfully, “Shut up, you’ll be fine. I’m an… okay driver.”

Ellie starts walking out of the dorm building with you, “Does an ‘okay driver’ almost commit vehicular manslaughter twice?”

Your face goes hot, “Those kids appeared out of no where, and I stand by that. Besides, the key word is ‘almost’, babe.”

Ellie doesn’t look convinced.

“Besides, you get to be my passenger princess for today,” You say with an obnoxiously cocky grin as you walk into the parking lot.

Ellie rubs her face, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

You giggle and walk up to your car, opening the passenger door for Ellie, to which Ellie rolls her eyes at, but you can see that she’s trying not to smile.

You hop in the driver’s seat and say, “Birthday girl gets aux.”

Ellie plays a lot of 80s music during your drive into the city to her surprise destination, her taste in music developed during her years living with Joel. Halfway through Take On Me by A-ha, you pull into a parking lot.

You and Ellie get out of the car and you start leading her to a large building. Once you two can see the sign that reads “The Hansen Planetarium”, a giddy grin breaks out on Ellie’s face.

“Oh fuck yeah, we’re going to the planetarium?!” Ellie asks, walking faster.

You laugh and catch up with her, “What can I say? I know my girl.”

Ellie’s face goes a bit pink and she tucks some loose hair from her half-up bun behind her ear, “Yeah, I guess you do.”

You show the person at the planetarium’s front desk your confirmation for the tickets you bought beforehand, and you go inside.

Ellie stops to read nearly every blurb that’s written in front of each display, and you patiently wait for her, wanting her to take her time and fully enjoy the experience.

In between reading and examining the exhibits, Ellie is listing off factoid after factoid.

“Y’know, Neptune’s only made one full orbit around the sun since its discovery.”

“There’s actually some gravity on the International Space Station, which is kinda weird honestly.”

“Dude, do you know that the moon is really shaped like a lemon?”

You raise an eyebrow at that one, “You’re lying.”

Ellie laughs, “I am not! It’s fucking crazy! It looks round in the night sky, but I swear on my life it’s really shaped like a lemon.”

You shrug, still doubtful but accepting that Ellie’s probably not wrong, knowing her long-time obsession with space.

By the time you’ve made it through the all of the exhibits, Ellie is a little bummed.

“I almost wish there was more to look at, I don’t wanna say goodbye yet,” she says and your lips quirk up into a knowing smile.

“Yeah, it sure is too bad that there’s nothing else to do. On an unrelated note, follow me.”

You lead Ellie to the entrance of the Dome Theater inside the planetarium, and Ellie’s eyes light up when she reads the sign.

“Rock the Dome? Dude. Is this a laser show?”

You laugh and nod, glad that you guessed correctly that Ellie, the nerd she is, would be genuinely excited about this.

Ellie pulls you into a tight hug, “What the fuck? You know me too well.”

Your cheeks go hot and you giggle a little, “Well, at least we can agree on that.”

You give the Usher the tickets you pre-paid for, and let Ellie pick your seats in the Dome Theater, the night sky projected onto the curved walls surrounding you.

When she sits, you sit next to her and she immediately grabs your hand.

“Thank you. Seriously. This is… Genuinely one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.” Ellie says, squeezing your hand with a soft look in her eyes.

You squeeze her hand back, hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel. “It’s seriously no big deal, Els. You’re my best friend, you deserve this.”

Ellie looks down at her lap and smiles a little, but doesn’t let go of your hand as the laser show starts, fog machines starting to pump out misty clouds into the room that makes the light from the lasers almost look solid.

Your mind is racing as the music comes on, mesmerizing the crowd with the lasers dancing in coordination, ‘This is platonic, right? This has to be platonic. Ellie’s just being appreciative of what I did for her. Jesus fucking Christ, maybe this isn’t platonic?’

You decided to not think about it too much at that moment, and try to enjoy the spectacle of color and light before your eyes.

———

The show included a lot of classic rock from the 80s, including Queen, the Stones, Bowie, Talking Heads, and The Clash. Ellie was awestruck, singing under her breath to every song that she knew, while you tried not to smile too big at how cute she was being.

By the time you two are back at the dorm, Ellie is completely over the moon.

“This was seriously the best birthday I’ve had yet. A new guitar from Joel, planetarium, and a laser show? This day fuckin’ ruled.”

You giggle and go over to your closet, “Well, it’s not quite over yet.”

Ellie narrows her eyes, “No way. You’ve already done so much.”

You pull a thin, wrapped gift from the top of your small closet, and bring it over to where Ellie’s standing.

“I wanted to do so much,” You say, rubbing the back of your neck.

Ellie takes the gift from you and sits down on her bed, intrigued.

“Can I open it?” She asks.

You laugh, “No, I just brought over your birthday gift so you could check out my wrapping job. Go open it, dumbass.”

Ellie chuckles and tears open the wrapping paper, her face morphing into shock as she sees the Special Edition “Savage Starlight” comic book in her hands.

“Holy fuck,” Ellie says, staring at it a second longer before nearly lunging forward to hug you.

You stumble back a bit, laughing as you wrap your arms around her as well.

“I’m guessing that was a good choice?”

Ellie guffaws, “Are you fucking kidding? It’s perfect. How the fuck did you find this, dude?”

You shrug , smiling to yourself, “I have my ways.”

Ellie pulls back from the hug, her freckled face a little pink as she looks back down at the comic book.

“This is too much. Like, way too much.”

You shrug, “Once again, you deserve it.”

Ellie looks down, smiling to herself, “Still. You’re just… This is so fucking thoughtful.”

You laugh a little, feeling flustered by this whole interaction, “What can I say? I have a lot of thoughts in this head, I gotta make good use of them.”

‘So fucking dumb, oh my god,’ you think to yourself, wincing at your response.

Ellie rolls her eyes at you, but her grin is huge and pure. “I’m gonna use the bathroom super quick, but do you wanna read it with me after?”

You smile wide, sitting on her bed, “Absolutely.”

Ellie races to your shared bathroom, and as she’s gone, you pull out your phone and scroll absentmindedly.

You’re pulled away from your phone when you hear Ellie’s phone buzz on her bedside table, right next to you, the screen lit up.

Before you have time to shame yourself for intruding on her personal business, you glance over at her screen, where a text is shown:

Kylie: I would love that! :) what time were you thinking?

Your stomach fills with dread and complete embarrassment. You should’ve known better than to think that Ellie holding your hand was anything more than platonic, that Ellie would ever see you more than her best friend. You knew that Ellie has never, and will never see you the way you see her, and you still let yourself get butt hurt over something as stupid as her getting a text from someone else.

‘I’m so fucking dumb, this is my own damn fault for getting my hopes up.’

You try to go back to scrolling through your phone, but your churning stomach keeps distracting you from thinking about what’s on your own screen, still thinking about the text you saw on Ellie’s.

When Ellie comes back in the room, she tears open the plastic packaging on the comic book and tosses herself onto her bed, pressed against you.

You move away from her slightly, “You ready?”

Ellie’s chest pangs with slight hurt, seeing you distance yourself from her.

“Uh, yeah! Let’s see what the Traveler’s are up to this time,” She says, trying to cover up how let down she is that you clearly don’t want to cuddle with her as usual.

You cross your arms and legs, leaning against the wall against Ellie’s bed. You’re barely able to see the full page of the comic book, but you don’t really care, it’s not like you’ll be able to think of anything except for that text.

Ellie glances over at you, her face crestfallen as she bites her lip, before pulling it together and getting into her “narrator” voice.

“The year is 2186, light years away from planet Earth…”

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read texts w/ reader and ellie here

i realized i don’t have a taglist for this so lmk if you’d like to be added!

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#rose writes #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #tlou2 #tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie fluff #ellie williams fluff #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader

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