just_a_dapper_fellow
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- Red Dwarf (UK TV) (46)
- MASH (TV) (4)
- Baldur's Gate (Video Games) (4)
- The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald (3)
- Star Trek (2)
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As To Not Disturb The Sky by just_a_dapper_fellow
Fandoms: The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
23 Feb 2026
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I have always been inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores; but even I have limits, and that afternoon, as the clock in my home traced a languid path toward three, I found myself judging Gatsby.
He had missed luncheon.
Now, there are men who miss appointments as they miss trains—casually, with the shrug of one accustomed to the world adjusting itself around them. Gatsby was not such a man. He possessed, instead, a species of attentiveness that made one feel singular in his presence, as though he had cleared a space in the firmament solely for you to stand in. If he said he would meet you at one, he arrived at twelve-fifty with a smile already prepared. If he was detained, some explanation—charming, elaborate, faintly improbable—would arrive in his stead. Silence did not belong to him.
When Gatsby fails to show up to lunch, Nick gets worried and goes to check on him. Turns out Gatsby's business is more dangerous than Nick knew.
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When Sportacus woke up that morning, he instantly knew something was wrong. For one, he didn’t feel the urge to immediately flip out of bed. His limbs felt leaden and achy, an unfamiliar sensation that he really didn’t appreciate. Secondly, when he turned his head to look at his alarm clock on the bedside table, it didn’t read 8:08. It read 9:34. He had slept in. That was unheard of for him. Elves were creatures of habit, so to break that, something had to be wrong.
Sportacus carefully sat up, trying to assess his condition. Soreness that didn’t feel like a pleasant burn after exercise. Pounding head. Stuffy nose. Oh. Surely not. Surely he wasn’t sick. He was Sportacus! He was Lazytown’s slightly-above-average hero! He was the pinnacle of physical fitness! There was no way he was sick.
Sportacus gets sick and tries to brush it off. Robbie won't let him.
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Twenty Six Hours And Everything Blurs by just_a_dapper_fellow for Slinky_Writes
Fandoms: Herbert West - Reanimator - H. P. Lovecraft, Re-Animator (Movies - Combs)
18 Dec 2025
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Herbert willed his eyes open. Without his glasses, his vision was slightly blurred, but he could still make out the achingly fond smile on Dan’s face. “I’m awake.”
“Barely,” Dan laughed, but he was cut off by a yawn.
Herbert yawned in kind. Afterwards, they both looked at each other, fondness blooming from the inside out, warmer than the burning water that pounded them both. Once Herbert had accepted he would be forced to rest, he’d always let the exhaustion consume him and allow it to show. Herbert reached up and tapped the back of Dan’s neck. Dan leaned forward, letting Herbert reach to wash his hair in return. Dan always felt slightly honored whenever Herbert deigned to return the intimacy Dan offered.
As they stood there, the streaks of blood that had splattered their bodies where the scrubs did not cover ran down their legs and turned the water at their feet a light pink, slowly swirling down the drain.
Herbert and Dan have been up working for 26 hours. Finally, they go to bed.
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“Look up,” Rimmer stated, voice cracking. He pointed a shaky finger to the roof of the bunk.
Lister’s gaze followed. There, taped to the top of the bunk with way too much Scotch tape, was a singular, very battered sprig of mistletoe that certainly hadn’t been there when he’d gone to sleep. It took Lister’s groggy mind a minute to process what it was, but when he did, he felt an overwhelming wave of fondness come over him. Oh. So that was what Rimmer was thinking.
Lister wakes up in the morning to find Rimmer sitting on top of him, having very strategically hung up some mistletoe for holiday related morale reasons.
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Textbook Tosser by just_a_dapper_fellow for RaspberryFlapjack
Fandoms: Red Dwarf (UK TV)
23 Nov 2025
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“You look ridiculous,” Rimmer scoffed, but his hand was still moving in those small circles. Lister shuffled up to place a lazy kiss on the underside of his jaw. Rimmer let out a burbling laugh, jerking back from the contact at first but then tilting his head back in as if to ask for another kiss. Lister obliged, placing another kiss on him that earned another laugh but not another flinch. “Did you sleep well?” Rimmer asked.
“Always do when I’m with you,” Lister replied, jaw cracking with a yawn as he settled back down with his cheek on Rimmer’s pec. “Whatcha workin’ on?”
“Revision,” Rimmer responded, poking the pen in his hand at the textbook that was open against his knees. The pages were filled with formulas and Rimmer’s utterly incomprehensible notes scribbled in the margins.
“Again?” Lister groaned. “Rimsy, you’re never going to pass that exam.”
“Ah, reverse psychology. Telling me I’ll never pass it to motivate me further. Thank you for your hope in me, Listy.”
A lazy afternoon with Rimmer, Lister, and an astronavigation textbook.