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ââ§ËÊ ð²ððŸðŸð ð³ðððð! ÉËâ§ïœ¡â
Relationship(s): Slightly Yandere!Sprout + GN!Toon!Reader
Genre: Fluff, some angst eventually
Format: Short story + headcanons
Warnings: Mentions of injuries, yandere/possessive behavior, otherwise none!
A/N: Sorry for such the long hiatus! School is CRAZY rn. + my life overall :â)). Take this Sprout stuff because I LOVE Dandyâs. Also, do note that the reader is a bit clumsy! Along with the fact this is a bit self indulgent.. (I promise, Iâll make Cosmo x Reader x Sprout stuff soon⊠trust)
Part 1: current | Part 2: In the works..
Now, this is an interesting circumstance youâve gotten yourself into!
I wanna guess that youâre a toon that works in the diner along with Sprout, and Cosmo.
Maybe youâre a kinda dessert food item? Like, a Milkshake?
I also wanna say that youâre kinda like a waitress for the diner. Someone who runs out the food, rings in food, assigns people to different tables, etc.
Youâre a hard-worker, someone who overachieves in their job. Working extra hours to help Sprout and Cosmo, and so on. You love your job, and you love your best-friends!
You and Cosmoâs friendship came before you and Sprout even knew each other. Sure, youâve heard him be mention by others, especially Cosmo, but never really met him in person before. Well, up until Cosmo asked if you wanted to work with him and Sprout in the diner, given your experience working within the food industry before and such.
And after your interview and background check: you had officially started working as a waitress for the diner!
Cosmo was your only friend for a while, though you were cordial with Sprout- you just didnât speak to him as much as you did Cosmo.
Though, that was until you had kitchen duty for the night.
You hummed along to the sound of the song that was playing in your headphones, washing dishes in the back of the kitchen while being oblivious to your surroundings. Placing the wet dishes and silverware on the drying mat in their respective places, you felt pleased with your work today and were in a decently good mood: no rude customers, you didnât have to clean up most of the diner today⊠it was all going well!!
Well, that was until afterwards.
You checked over everything, making sure every little thing was in its proper place for the night so you could finally clock out for the night.
See, your job here at the diner is simple: serve as a waitress for the costumers, do any extra work such as doing the dishes after closing hours and sweeping the floors, and then finally clock out for the night. Simple as ever, right?
You enjoy your job. You like living here with the rest of the toons in the neighborhood! Sure, you have those bad days that always get you in a sour mood- but everyone has that problem eventually! Itâs not just you. Besides, your friends are always gonna be there to help!
Finishing up your business in the kitchen, you sighed. Today was a busy day, and it had DRAINED you! So now, it was time to go home and relax, eat something, and then pass out for the night. Itâs a routine that you enjoy. And on the days that you have off from work are pretty uneventful, but still enjoyable in the long run.
Turning on your heel, you began walking towards the corridor so you could head off and grab your stuff to clock out, before you suddenly stopped.
..why does it feel like youâre forgetting something.
Your brows furrowed, trying to make yourself move forward- but you couldnât. You physically couldnât move forward anymore and you have no clue WHY.
Taking a deep breath, you turn to look behind you where you see youâve left one of the cupboards open! (You swear you closed it, but I guess you just simply forgot to and convinced yourself that you did).
So, you do what you were supposed to do: close it.
But the moment your foot lands when youâre so close to it, though, you feel yourself slipping. Your arms flail wildly, reaching for anything solid to latch onto as the world blurs and spins around you.
With a very futile attempt, you tried to stop your fall by grabbing onto the nearestâ âŠ.
âŠ
Something just grabbed you.
Instead of the inevitable crash, youâre caught.
Though, with your eyes screwed shut with fear, youâre too nervous to see what happened. Your breath comes in short gasps as you cling tightly to whateverâwhoeverâhas kept you upright. Clinging onto whatever you can to keep you from getting any more bruises than your clumsy self gets on a normal basis already is better than nothing.
If staying like this means youâre safe, then youâre willing to stay like this forâ
â..You good?â
A voice spoke up. Itâs.. rather closer than you wouldâve thought, itâs almost as if it was right next to you kinda close. This doesnât sound like someone you know like Cosmo, but it does sound familiar in some way that you canât put your finger on.
Slowly, your eyes open up.
And what do you see?
..Sprout!
Your best guess is that he probably came into the kitchen while you were walking back, and you hadnât noticed him until now. Or something banal like that, like in those silly rom-com movies.
To describe Sprout himself⊠: Heâs strawberry that only wears a white scarf with pink stripes wrapped around his neck that also drapes over his back. He has five mint green, simple leaves, three of which rest atop their head while the other two cover his forehead like bangs. He has dark, red blush with three black freckles on each cheek. His limbs are a vivid shade of light red with white gloves covering both hands. You canât see anything other than that- but you know that he was white and punk striped socks, and a friendship bracelet to match with Cosmo.
Cosmoâs excited look when he showed you his.. it still replays in your mind.
You pop yourself out of your reverie, blinking repeatedly as you focus back on Sprout.
âOhâyeahâsorry!â You squeaked out, attempting to gather yourself. But you were still too stunned to move, body frozen in place due to the shock. Realizing you werenât going to get up anytime soon, you sighed, feeling a little defeated.
Sprout didnât hesitate. âIâll get you checked out. Hereââ he said, scooping you up in his arms before you could protest.
Your face IMMEDIATELY flushed a deep pink as he lifted you bridal style, causing your heart to race even faster.
You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck, your embarrassment overwhelming her as you held on tight to him.
It wasnât meant to be such a romantic gesture, simply just trying to help you!
..right?
âThank you, Sprout..â
That was your first ever meeting!
Cliché, no?
But: you were safe, alive, and your injuries all got healed up (which were a couple burns on your hands from using water which was too warm, and a few cuts here and there).
You found out the reason that he even caught you in the first place is because he had rounded the corridor when you just started walking back over into the kitchen! He had come to check up on you and your work so far because it was late at night.
You thanked Sprout tenfold, offering to do nearly anything as payback for helping you.
Which he then.. forced you to take some baking lessons with him.
He needed more bakers, after all!!
You wondered how this would turn outâŠ
TO BE CONTINUED..
A/N: IM SORYRYRYE. This is such a bad drabble. Itâs 1 am as we speak bro.
#fanfiction#writing#dandys world#dw#dandyâs world#sprout x reader dandyâs#sprout x reader#sprout dandys world#sprout dw#x reader#headcanon#silly#heâs so silly#ð¯ïž â random angel things#𪊠â writing#ððŒ - dandyâs world#𪜠â ang3lofdivinity
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vulcan, calling b (system minor) over: HEY! I GOT A PEANUT BUTTER AND STRAWBERRY JAM UNCRUSTABLE!!
b, a 12 y.o. strawberry fiend launching himself into the front: FUCK YEAHHHHHHHHH-
-ðªŠðŒ
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#mod ð£ïž#plural quotes#system sillies#plural memes#system memes#plural stuff#endo safe#pro endo#pluralgang#plural gang#endo friendly#plural system#ðªŠðŒ quote
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Vent ig?
Plural culture is going from having several fictives of a comfort source to a major event that shakes the entire system (ie breaking off from another partner system)... And now they're gone...
... I miss my friends... -T. Amajiki
(ps. Can we claim ðªŠðŒ if its not taken?)
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Introject culture is reviewing your source and finding so many moments where you're just.
⢠"I'mma be honest - not my best work."
⢠"Yeeeeaaaahhh I'm not too proud of that-"
⢠"At the time, I was [x y z], but that doesn't excuse my actions."
⢠"THAT'S what that was?!"
- An introject from a problematic source ð¥²
(Can we get 𪊠or ðŒ for a tag if there isnt one already?)
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another moodboard for more parts of headspace! still figuring this stuff out lolol
#did system#endo safe#pro endo#plural system#plurality#system headspace#questioning system#osdd system#traumagenic system#system stuff#liminal#weirdcore#dreamcore#ðŒðªŠ#ðšð¥#moodboard
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Protector culture is god dammit no don't look at that I don't care how long its been since the last time its still gonna re traumatize you- aaaaaaaaaand you did it anyway. Idiot /aff
-JTK ðª || ðªŠðŒ
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its a fine time to be a new yorker
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tw abuse + fakeclaiming
That moment when you're in a discord venting abt your abusive ex from another system who abused you in headspace and people are like "system doors are used by abusers" and "you just split a version of him that abused you" even when I literally feel everything from headspace in the body....... yeah it's Awesome 𥲠totally didnt feel invalidated at all and it didnt send me into a spiral and that's why im pro endo today :'D
-ðŒðªŠ
Oh my god thatâs horrible Iâm so sorry :(
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TAG DUMP 3
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@hecatespower ASKED : â  nothing from the past ever happens quite the same. â
â i jumped to escape the past. â there is some irony in that sentence most surely. they have done nothing but relive the past ; the pain , the regret , the guilt. it is a punch to the gut as strong as it was back then , when vines weren't crawling up their throat as if to choke what is an already dead man. death should be a welcome mercy to the horrors behind her eyes , but joey has not been so lucky. it is a curse to stand here , feet in the sand , the waves rolling by , wondering & wondering what was on the other side. it is fitting the spirit can only gaze upon anyone with glassy eyes ; for even if he could smile , joey could find nothing to be happy for. sight is kept towards the horizon , not meeting @hecatespower 's eyes. â but all that is left of me , is reliving it as vivid as it was yesterday. â
#hecatespower#ðŒ ââ â ⪠prose â and iâm still wandering the beach . ðªŠ#ðŒ ââ â ⪠verse â seeking my smileâ main . ðªŠ#suicide mention /
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Who's excited for Yule?
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let's write some ANGST!
hey kids. we're back, as promised! some of you may remember the angst writing challenge I hosted in the summer and, well... what can I say? I love to suffer. so we're back to celebrate the new year and bring in 2025 with some BIG FEELINGS!
â€ïžâ𩹠rules
1. ð your fic must include angst, and at least one image OR the quote from your moodboard. how much angst is totally up to you - happy endings are allowed, but feel free rip my heart out, too :,) 2. â
entries are due by march 1st, 2025. if you need more time, just let me know!! the angst is for fiction only, not real life, so there's no stress here <3 be sure to tag your post #almostfoxgloveangst2 when it's done!
note: photos in the moodboards are just for vibes, and aren't intended to be prescriptive / representative of any characters in your piece.ð you are welcome to write in any AU or canon universe you like! as usual, 18+ mdi!
â€ïžâ𩹠participants & masterlist below the cut!
ALL SPOTS HAVE BEEN CLAIMED!
ð° dave york - @guiltyasdave
âïž din djarin - @sawymredfox
ð din djarin - @djarinmuse
ðŠ din djarin - @slimybeth69
ð¯ din djarin - @burntheedges
âïžâð¥ din djarin - @saradika
ð» ezra - @morallyinept
ðŒ frankie morales - @toomanystoriessolittletime
âïž frankie morales - @amanitacowboy
ð» javier peña - @quinnnfabrgay-writes
ðŸ javier peña - @milla-frenchy
âïž javier peña - Long Distance by @whocaresstillthelouvre
ð¬ javier peña - WITHOUT A REWARD by @pedgito
ðª javier peña - @iknowisoundcrazy
ð³ joel miller - @aurorawritestoescape
ð joel miller - @jolapeno
ð¯ïž joel miller - @gracieheartspedro
ð joel miller - My Paramour, My Evermore by @schnarfer
ð joel miller - @evolnoomym
ð joel miller - @arcanefox207
ð· lucien de leon - @gothcsz
ðª marcus acacius - @myownwholewildworld
âïž marcus acacius - @joelmillerisapunk
ð marcus pike - @secretelephanttattoo
𪊠max phillips - @jennaispunk
⪠max phillips - @yopossum
ð¥ oberyn martell - @galway-girlatwork
#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal#writing challenge#pedro pascal fandom#almostfoxglove#almostfoxgloveangst2#mine: challenge#fanfic challenge#angst
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moodboard of our headspace :]
#endo safe#pro endo#plural system#plurality#pro endo traumagenic#traumagenic system#non traumagenic safe#questioning system#did system#osdd system#moodboard#yellow#green#system headspace#ðŒðªŠ#ðšð¥#cottagecore#fairycore
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Welcome to the blog, you can call me Zach.
NSFW | MDNI | 18+ Gore, violence, murder, CNC content | CW Asks Open | DMâs Closed Previously @myperfectvictim Loving you roughly; Killing you softly
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i do nature scrapbooking and photography, i practice hellenic polytheism (dont bug me about other religions), and im bi
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