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♡ ࿐ @snickis-gutzz ☆ ꒰ ma meilleure ennemie ◠ she ୨ ☆ ୧ they

[snickis-gutzz]

Dude I literally love your Darius Bowman x reader works. I feel like there’s not enough appreciation for our beloved dino nerd. Do you happened to have anymore you plan on writing?

thank you !! yes i do have plans to write for him more ive just been out of ideas :C feel free to send ideas of fics you'd like to see :3

[pure-sstarlight]

Моя радость (My Joy)

Olesya Ilyukhina x reader

✶⋆.˚ summary: life on Erid, with your awesome girlfriend, non-other than, Olesya Ilyukhina, after settling in (AU!)

✶⋆.˚ yaps!: THERES GENUINELY NO CONTENT FOR OLESYA. WE NEED MORE OF HER TBH. happy pride month, you people!!!!! this was written with fem reader in mind, #lesbian olesya not really a ryland grace x reader, pls dont mind the tag..🙏

The air in the Eridian habitat was always a comfortable, temperature-regulated warmth, but tonight, it felt exceptionally cozy.

Through the thick, specially engineered viewing port of your shared living quarters, the stark, atmospheric beauty of Erid stretched out under its dim sun. Inside, however, was a chaotic, beautiful testament to human resilience—and love.

You adjusted the soft, locally woven blanket around your shoulders, leaning back against the couch. To your left, Yao was hunched over a low table, his brow furrowed in deep concentration as he carefully moved a carved wooden piece across a handmade chessboard. Across from him, Ryland Grace was practically vibrating with nervous energy, muttering to himself in a mix of English and terrible Eridian as he tried to figure out how Yao had managed to trap his knight.

From the kitchen area, a rhythmic, metallic clinking sound echoed, followed by a soft, satisfied hum.

A smile tugged at your lips. It had been years since the Hail Mary mission had changed course. Years since the miraculous day you, Ryland, Yao, and Olesya had all woken up from that treacherous, coma-inducing journey. The odds had been stacked against you all. The statistics said some of you shouldn't have made it. But humanity, much like the Eridians, proved to be stubbornly persistent.

When the decision was made to stay on Erid—to help rebuild, to teach, and to live out the rest of your days in this strange, ammonia-scented world rather than brave the lonely void back to a Earth you barely recognized anymore—there hadn't even been a debate. You had each other.

"If you stare at the board any harder, Grace, you will burn a hole through it with your eyes," a russian, raspy voice teased from the doorway.

You turned your head as Olesya walked into the living space, carrying a tray of warm, Eridian-grown herbal tea. Her thick, dark hair was tied up in a loose, messy bun, a few rogue strands framing her sharp jawline and the soft crinkles around her eyes. She wore an oversized, faded jumpsuit that she had customized with colorful Eridian embroidery along the cuffs.

She looked entirely at peace. Completely different from the stern, hyper-focused cosmonaut you had first met back on Earth.

"I am calculating my options, Ilyukhina," Ryland shot back, though there was no real heat in it. "Yao is using psychological warfare. He hasn't blinked in three minutes."

"It is called discipline, Grace," Yao replied smoothly, finally looking up with a rare, smug grin. "You should try it sometime."

Olesya chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated straight to your core. She set the tray down on the center table, pouring a cup for the two chess players before picking up the remaining two mugs. She bypassed the open armchair entirely and opted to slide onto the couch right next to you.

The couch wasn't small, but Olesya immediately closed whatever distance was left between you. She sank into the cushions, shifting until her side was pressed firmly against yours. She draped one long, strong arm over your shoulders, pulling you into her warmth.

"You are quiet tonight, Моя радость," she murmured, her voice dropping to a softer, private times meant only for you. She pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to the crown of your head.

"Just thinking," you admitted, shifting slightly so you could rest your head against her shoulder. You took a sip of the tea; it tasted faintly of cinnamon and something earthy, a comforting recipe Rocky had helped develop for the human crew. "Just looking at all of us. We really made a life here, didn't we?"

Olesya’s grip on your shoulder tightened affectionately. Her thumb began to trace soothing, slow circles against your arm. "We did. A very strange life, surrounded by giant, intelligent spiders and eating paste for the first two years... but a good life."

"Hey! The paste wasn't that bad after I calibrated the flavour synthesizers," Ryland called out, not looking up from the board.

"It tasted like wet cardboard, Ryland," you called back, making Yao chuckle.

"See? Even they agree with me," Olesya said, a triumphant note in her voice. She looked down at you, her grey eyes reflecting the soft, ambient light of the room. The fierce, commanding glare she used to wear during training had long since melted away, replaced by a profound, gentle warmth that she reserved almost exclusively for you.

When you had all first woken up from the coma, weak, disoriented, and terrified, Olesya had been the anchor. She had held the crew together with her sheer willpower. But in the quiet moments between building the habitat and adjusting to Eridian gravity, you had become her anchor. It started with shared night watches, grew into whispered confessions of fears and dreams in the dark, and eventually bloomed into a love that felt as solid and unyielding as the planet beneath your feet.

Outside, a soft, melodic tapping sounded against the outer hull.

“Human-friends! Hello!” a synthesized, musical voice chimed through the habitat's intercom system.

Ryland instantly abandoned his chess game, knocking over his own bishop in the process. "Rocky! Sit tight, buddy, I'm opening the airlock!" He scrambled out of his chair, practically sprinting toward the decontamination zone to greet their Eridian friend.

Yao sighed heavily, looking down at the ruined chessboard. "He was going to lose in three moves anyway." He shook his head, a fond smile breaking through his stoic expression. He stood up, stretching his back. "I am going to help them unpack whatever heavy machinery Rocky brought this time. Do not eat all the ration biscuits while I am gone."

"No promises!" Olesya yelled after him.

As the door slid shut behind Yao, leaving the two of you alone in the cozy living area, the ambient sounds of Rocky and Ryland excitedly clicking and translating at each other muffled in the distance.

Olesya shifted, turning her body so she was facing you completely. She pulled the blanket up higher, wrapping it securely around both of your shoulders, creating a private, warm cocoon. She took your empty mug and set it on the floor, then took both of your hands in hers. Her hands were larger, calloused from years of hard work, but they held yours with an incredible, breathtaking gentleness.

"You have that look in your eyes again," she whispered, her gaze dropping to your lips before rising back to meet your eyes.

"What look?"

"The one where you think too much about the past," she said softly. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against yours. The scent of her—clean skin, a hint of the ozone from the air filters, and the familiar, comforting warmth of *her*—enveloped you. "We are here. We are safe. Earth is saved, and we have a home."

"I know," you breathed, closing your eyes and just soaking in her presence. "I'm not sad, lesya. I promise. I'm just... incredibly grateful. If someone had told me back during the selection process that I'd end up living on a planet light-years away with a brilliant, stubborn cosmonaut, I would have told them they were crazy."

Olesya let out a soft, melodic laugh that vibrated against your chest. "Stubborn? Me? Never." She kissed the tip of your nose, making you scrunch it up. "But brilliant? Yes. Especially because I convinced you to love me back."

"You didn't have to try very hard," you teased, opening your eyes to look at her.

Her expression softened, becoming incredibly tender. She reached up, her thumb gently brushing across your cheekbone. "I love you, you know. More than the stars we crossed to get here."

"I love you too, 'lesya."

She leaned in, closing the remaining distance between you. The kiss was slow, deep, and thoroughly content. There was no rush, no looming threat of an extinction-level event, no ticking clock. Just the steady, peaceful rhythm of two lives completely intertwined. Her lips were soft, moving against yours with a familiar, easy perfection that always made the rest of the universe fade into background noise.

When she finally pulled back, just an inch away, she rested her hand on the back of your neck, fingers gently tangling in your hair.

"Come," she murmured, pulling you along as she lay back against the length of the couch, bringing you down with her. You shifted easily, resting your chest against hers, your legs tangling together beneath the heavy blanket. "The others will be busy with Rocky for hours. We sleep now."

"We just drank tea," you pointed out, though you were already closing your eyes, your hand finding its home over her steady, beating heart.

"Tea is for relaxation. Sleeping is also for relaxation," she reasoned with flawless, unarguable logic. She wrapped her strong arms securely around your waist, pulling you flush against her.

As the faint, musical tones of Rocky's voice and Ryland's laughter drifted through the vents, mixed with the distant, heavy thrum of Erid's atmosphere, you let yourself sink completely into Olesya’s embrace. You were light-years away from where you were born, but as you listened to the steady beat of the heart beneath your cheek, you knew with absolute certainty that you were exactly where you belonged. You were home.

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YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OH MY DAYS MY WIFE OHH MY GOSHHH

[braverygene]

I need tumblr to improve its tag system or smth because whenever I search up the driver x reader (i.e from drive 2011), I encounter F1 x reader fics instead. I feel like I walked into the wrong classroom like omg sorry i didnt meant to interrupt ... sorry ... hi ... do u guys know which room im supposed to be in

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a drive along the beach

pairing: driver x fem!reader  

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synopsis: driver and you needed a break from work, so on a late summer evening he took you for a drive along the beach  

word count: 0.6k  

warning(s): very fluffy, no description of reader, 'you' used, set before meeting Irene, not proofread

Driver had a long day at the garage, it had been busy all day hardly letting him get a break in, he loved taking care of cars but it was a lot. Eventually you got off work and decided to head over, you always got off work before him.

Driver always drove you to work since you worked so close, so every time you get off you would walk over to the garage and wait for him to get off work.

He noticed the minute you walked up, a small smile crawling onto his face. Thankfully by the time you got there it was less busy allowing him to work on his own car.

"Hey." He greeted, looking over from his car.

Driver had the hood open and he was leaned over the engine. "Hey, you getting off soon?" You responded, smiling back at him.

"Yeah, just gotta fix this real quick and then I'll be done" He replied, looking back at the engine. You nodded and walked closer, waving at Shannon since he noticed you. You leaned back against the workbench by his car, watching him work.

You also had a long day, you worked in a small office building nearby. It was a very small company but it payed decently so you kept it. You had dealt with annoying clients all day.

Driver stayed quiet for awhile, focusing on fixing his car but then he spoke. "Want to go for a drive by the beach?" He asked, he had always been softly spoken especially around you.

You smiled at his ask, "Yeah, I'd love to." You responded.

You and Driver had been dating for a little while now, about eight months. You met him almost two years ago though, you had just moved into the same apartment building as him. That day the elevator was broken and you were struggling to bring boxes up the stairs. Driver had been walking down the stairs when he spotted you and quickly noticed you were struggling and offered to help.

You had thanked him profusely once all the boxes were in your apartment, wishing you had something for him but he brushed you off and said it was all good.

You had to pay him back though so you made cookies and brought them to him a couple days after. Which sparked the friendship between you two, then eight months ago happened.

The tension between you two was incredible palpable and Shannon hated how awkward he seemed around you whenever you'd come to the shop.

So Shannon told him to ask you out before he lost his mind. Which Driver ended up doing, he had invited you to dinner and asked you out then. Which you had accepted.

You had been together ever since and had actually moved in with him two months ago. Driver had brought up you moving in, saying it would just be easier, you didn't mind it so you had.

Eventually he finished with his car, closing the hood. "You ready?" He asked, looking over at you and you nodded. You walked over to the passenger side and he opened the door for you before getting in himself.

You both sat in silence as he drove, eventually making it towards the beach. He drove along the long road that bordered the beach, the sun was setting at that point and it looked beautiful outside. You smiled as you looked out the window.

Your hand eventually moved over to rest on top of his that was on the stick shift, curling you fingers in between his.

Driver glanced down when you did that, a smile spreading across his lips before he focused back on the road. He thought you looked beautiful in this lighting. "I really needed this." He said, glancing over at you.

You turned to look at him, squeezing his hand a few times. "Me too." You replied.

He kept driving despite it starting to get dark quickly, he didn't want this moment to end, not yet.

a/n: this is shorter than id like but its the best i got right now </3 more gosling characters coming soon

[erinyaya]

Ilyukhina my looove

[snickis-gutzz]

my wife 🥹🥹

[snickis-gutzz]

thinking about how ilyukhina was less decomposed then yao meaning that if she had woken up early she would've lived 💔☹️

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how i feel getting into new fandoms and planning out fanfics but never writing – trust im working on several fics and they will be (hopefully) posted within the next month 🥹

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how it feels reading a fanfic and going to find part 2 and then realizing it was posted less then 24 hours ago

this is how i feel, especially after finding a beautifully written piece and theres no pt2

[lastdead]

This is genuinely how the n6 were hiding in jwct and it kept working somehow

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feeding his girl

punch up/colm x reader . fluff . established relationship . a little suggestive . colm making sure to feed his girl . vampire!reader . fem!reader .

0.4k

due to colm's ability to control his density it isn't often when he gets hurt, the only time he does get hurt is when he's caught off guard and even then sometimes he wont even notice he's injured. after a pretty rough mission he noticed he had a few small gashes on his arm, but instead of healing it or asking malevola to heal it he went to you. colm found his way to the break room, knowing your waiting for the sun to go down slightly so you can actually work. you usually got here around 4-5 PM and worked the night shift due to being a vampire, you liked getting here earlier so when colm was resting you could see each other.

you were busy looking at your phone since technically you weren't clocked in yet so you could do whatever. for a moment colm just stood in the doorway and looked at you (the man was smitten for you), sensing his presence you looked up a rare smile playing on your lips. "hello, dear."

you said, watching him as he finally moved towards you. "hey, you're looking rather beautiful this evening my darling." he said, being the ever charmer he was. you shook your head at his words finally noticing the smell of blood and looking closer at him. "your bleeding." you stated. colm looked down at his arm once more before giving a nod, "Yeah figured you were hungry." he said with a smirk, colm found some pleasure in seeing you drink from him. knowing you thought he tasted good in multiple ways made him a little smug.

yeah he definitely spoiled you. "you just know everything don't you?" you teased.

but nonetheless you pulled him closer to your chair and leaned down, scooping some of his blood with your finger and bringing it to your mouth a hum escaping your lips at the taste. his blood type was one of your favorites to drink, one of the best blood types in your opinion. colm just watched you, due to his powers he didn't feel pain that often making it easier for you to drink from him without truly hurting him. colm soon lifted his arm into your lap, happily offering himself up for you to drink as you please.

slowly you scooped up more and more of his blood, he tasted a lot better than regular blood bags that you usually drank. the blood bags had always been too bland for your taste, you liked fresh blood. which colm was happily willing to supply to you.

a/n : is it bad i actually want him so badly | this is based of some art of punch up and coupe but i can't find the artist </3

[everyday-things-addict]

My top dispatch chars (that I would date) in no particular order)) just dropped what we thinking

Waterboy: twink, seems innocent but def seen shit

Punch up: short, honestly just kinda hot

Robert: man failure, stubble on a stubble type a guy

Sonar: fuffy, the 'thinks has rizz but doesn't but that somehow makes them attractive' char

Any questions?

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warm thighs 'n cold nights

darius bowman x reader . fluff . established relationship . darius enjoys laying between your thighs . fem!reader .

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finally getting a day off darius was determined to spend it right and with amos encounter he picked the perfect place to relax, in between your thighs. you were cozied up on the couch, knees up, drinking a mix of hot chocolate and coffee and watching a show on your laptop that was rested on the coffee table.

darius finally woke up and came downstairs, immediately seeing you cozied up on the couch. still being tired he wanted to join you so he walked up without a word, spread your legs with his hands and climbed between your legs.

under the blanket too.

you chuckled at his actions, lifting the blanket to look at his face. his check was pressed right against your thigh. "you comfy down there baby?" you asked, shifting to get more comfortable.

"mmm.." he hummed.

yeah he was definitely comfortable. he kept looking up at you with that soft look he sometimes had.

a/n : another short one cuz i have writers block 💔

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kitty cuddles

darius bowman x reader . fluff . established relationship . cuddling with darius and your many cats . fem!reader .

0.2k

after a long day catching dinosaurs and relocating them with the DPW darius was ready to cozy up on the couch with his girl and relax. he walked in, kicked off his shoes and took off his jacket calling out for you. "babe! im home!" with no response.

he knew you were home, you always got home before him.

he decided to check upstairs, knowing you liked to relax in bed with the many cats you both owned. he glanced in the bedroom and found you fast asleep with your four cats surrounding you. he smirked, chuckling a little bit. "you've all made yourselves comfortable hmm?"

he walks up, seeing how peaceful you and the cats look. he glances at the wall clock. "eh a nap wouldn't kill anyone." he muttered climbing into bed next to you, being extremely careful not to disturb you or any of the cats.

feeling his presence nearby you instinctively shifted closer, causing darius to pull you into his side, the cats shifting accordingly. he couldn't help but smile finding you and the cats sleepy antics incredibly cute. it felt nice not running from dino's for awhile, he liked just being here with you and all the cats you insisted that you needed.

it wasnt long before he felt himself drift off to sleep not before chip crawled up on the other side of him and laid on his chest though.

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tags : fluff , timebomb/tinybomb , sick!powder + caring!ekko (ekko lines r in green and powder lines r in blue)

a/n : thought as a first post some timebomb fluff would be good 🥹

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safe to say it usually got pretty cold in the undercity especially during winter, being out there too long would definitely result in a cold and unluckily for powder that's exactly what happened. and who better to take care of her then ekko? but then again he was the same kid to beg vander to let him take care of powder.

but he was quite smart on how he was going to take care of powder, on the first day he went out to the market and gathered some stuff to take care of powder. such as water, some food stuff and he even stopped at jericho's to get powder's favorite soup. then he headed to the last drop where powder and her siblings lived.

It was a surprise to powder that ekko was taking care of her. he quietly walked over to her bed where powder was lying looking absolutely miserable. "hey, i brought you some soup." ekko said quietly, like if he spoke too loud she'd break. he gently set the soup on her lap, waiting for her reaction.

powder hadn't been inspected ekko, but when be come up to her bed with soup and a small bag of things she knew he was going to take care of her. she sat up a little as he set the soup in her lap, for a moment she just stared at it, she had been having trouble keeping food down so she was worried she'd just throw it all up. "thanks.." she responded quietly, eventually picking up the spoon and eating a little bit of the soup.

ekko watched as she ate, nodding in response to her thanks. it eased his worries a little actually seeing her eat. powder could feel his gaze on her but she didn't say anything, just kept eating, albeit a little slowly. it was best if she wanted to keep food down. ekko sat down next to her, his feet dangling over the edge of her bed.

for a little while they just enjoyed each other's presence, ekko sat there fixing a fancy watch so benzo could sell it while powder kept eating. and finally after about forty five minutes powder finished her soup and handed it to ekko. her body slid back into a laying position, she was tired again. "..thank you.." powder muttered once more, this time sleepily. it didn't take long for sleep to claim her.

ekko set down the watch and took the soup bowl, setting it on the nightstand. he watched as it took no time for powder to fall asleep, it was a little cute. ekko couldn't stop himself from smiling, reaching over and brushing a stray hair off of her face before tucking her in more. he didn't care if he got sick being close to her or from taking care of her.

to him it would be worth it.

for a bit he just watched her sleep, he couldn't bring himself to leave. what if she woke up in the middle of the night and had to throw up and no one was there to help her? a little crazy of a what if but he was an overthinker.

so he chose the next best option, he first took the soup bowl and placed it in the sink, then he grabbed a empty trash can and placed it next to the bed, just in case if powder threw up. ekko then climbed into her bed next to her and pulled her close, eventually shutting his eyes and falling asleep.

he was determined to take care of powder, even if he got sick because of it.

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a/n : should i continue this ? :3

[snickis-gutzz]

is it just me or i hate when people use tags that have nothing to do with the character they're posting abt - im just trying to look at my glorious king ekko pls