#Jurassic Park Reader Inserts

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Alan grant - nodding off

A/n: I hate that tumblr never notifies me.

It wasn’t often that Alan had a chance to rest or take a break, know matter how much you begged the man to do so. So when he came slinking into the office you were a little surprised he didn’t pass out right in front of you.

Instead, he sat down in the seat next to you. A tired sigh escaping his lips.

“Rough day.”

A snort, followed by an exhale was his only response until you notice that he was nodding off.

“Alan.”

The man jolted away only for his body to sway and before you knew it his head was resting on your shoulder, a sloth snore escaping his lips.

Chucking for a moment, you adjusted your body so he would be more comfortable. His arms then snaking around your waist tugging you close.

“Get some sleep Alan, you deserve it.”

[katiestardoodles]

You know the brain rot is so real when you’ve seemingly read all the reader insert fics of a certain mathematician

Sure seems like I have anyways I can’t count how many times I’ve checked the tag lol

And there aren’t any good bots on chai I’m tempted to make my own(again)

[ivorydragoness44]

Robert Muldoon x Reader: Hats Off

Word Count: 1,784 Warnings/Notes: Reader taking Robert’s hat, very light scolding if you squint at it, mention of a sick dinosaur, light and brief hand pat on the butt, hugging, hand-holding, and kissing. Summary: The Reader begins to take Robert’s hat and wear it for themselves. Over time, the initial annoyance becomes endearing.

A/N: I never thought that I'd write for any character from the first Jurassic Park lol and yet here we are. I hope you enjoy reading this!

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  Isla Nublar, a place of work and a home away from home. The tropical foliage, usual clear skies, and noticeable humidity would look like the ideal vacation location to most, but not in the past few years. However the changes and daily work, you were most grateful for one thing: your partner.   Once built, the Visitors Center of Jurassic Park had become your home. The spacious accommodations were just a glimpse of Hammond’s “spared no expense”. It was within it that you sipped on your favorite morning drink.   “I would ask why you rise so early…but I’m sure you’ve heard that from me far too many times.” You smiled as Robert Muldoon adjusted the height of his socks.   “There are a lot of things that need my attention today. It’s best to get an early start.”   “No wonder the sun is your alarm clock,” you hummed into the rim of your mug.   Straightening up, he clipped on his identification badge. “It wouldn’t hurt for you to do the same.”   “I have plenty of time before my shift starts.”   “For now.”   “I’ll take my chances.”   “That’s what worries me,” his voice hummed low in his disapproval. The duties he had on his daily list were all important. There was no doubt in that. He had to ensure the safety of the staff and all of the future guests. With two islands containing dinosaurs, it was no light task.

  Placing your mug down, you stepped over to Robert. “Be careful,” you said, pulling him into a snug embrace.   “I will,” he said, and kissed your lips as you slowly backed out of the hug. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”   You smiled. “How will I cope?”   “Getting to work on time,” he chided with a twinkle in his eyes. Mildly paying no mind to your pout, he popped on his hat and turned for the door.   As he walked away from you, you took long quiet strides toward him. Somehow you managed to reach him just as his fingers curled around the door handle. Barely, you snatched the hat off of his head.   Pausing, he turned with a raised eyebrow. His blue eyes shifted between your own and his hat. “I have to go, you know,” he said with hands on his hips.   You smiled widely, mischievous.   Reaching up, he took his hat back. “I’ll be needing this, thank you.”

  The break on your schedule was nearing its end. As you strolled through the main building of the Visitors Center, you turned a familiar corner and spotted a certain khaki cross your vision. You smiled.   Heading down the corridor toward the Control Room, Robert Muldoon seemingly always had his job on his mind.   Taking probably the longest strides of your life, you plucked the hat right off of his head. The way his boots stopped promptly on the floor made you bite back a snicker.   He sighed. “Making a habit out of this, are we?” Slowly, he turned to find you smiling and adjusting the hat on your head.   “If the hat fits.”   “I’m sure you’d make it fit either way, love.”   “Yeah, probably,” you shrugged.   “May I?” He asked, extending out his palm to you. “I have to check the weather report.”   Though you did not entirely want to, you handed his hat back.   “Thank you. Now don’t you have to get back to work yourself?”   “Yes, in…” you paused to check your watch, “five minutes.”   “Then you better get going, hmm?” The smirk on his lips was not so subtle.   “If you say so,” you teased back, slowly turning away.   “I do. Now, come on,” he said, lightly patting your backside.   “I’m going… I’m going,” you laughed.

  Lunch time. It was one of your favorite parts of the day. And not just because your stomach was growling like an unknown subspecies of a dinosaur. No, it meant quality social time with either your coworker friends or, as was the current case, your partner.   “What do you think they’ll be serving today?” You asked, walking up to Les Gigantes restaurant within the Visitors Center. Beside you, Robert thought carefully. “I think Hammond mentioned sea-bass,” he recalled.

  The pair of you only had to wait a few moments at the entrance before a host came over to greet you.   Allowing other staff to eat there was great practice for both the kitchen staff and those in the dining room. And you knew that both yourself and other employees at the park greatly appreciated it. And the food was always deliciously exquisite.   As you were both walked over to a table, you took the time to look around. No matter where your eye sight landed, there was dinosaur theme. Obviously. Yet tasteful. From the long wall mural of the creatures guests would soon see in the park, to a call back of dinosaur fossils engraved, beautifully winding around the columns within the restaurant.

  Halfway through the room, you swiftly swiped the hat off of Robert’s head. No one was looking anyhow. Except him, his brow raised from your antics, but otherwise said nothing.   Soon, you were seated near the windows, displaying the lovely sunny day, and exchanged thank you’s with a promise of cold glasses of water. Once the two of you were alone, Robert’s attention went back to you, having just put the hat atop your head with a satisfied smile.   “No hats at the table, love.”   You pursed your lips, but agreed. Lightly taping your shoe to his, hidden under the long white tablecloth, you then removed the hat. Placing the hat off to the side of the table, you leaned back onto the chair and let out a contented sigh. “Anything new to report?” You asked, looking at him from across the small table.   “I had to tranquilize a sick triceratops for Doctor Harding this morning,” he said, fiddling with the corner of a napkin.   “Is this the same trike from last month?”   “Yeah.”   “That’s strange. I mean, the poor thing obviously, but…does he know why?”   “Not yet,” he frowned. “Tricky business, dinosaurs.”   Reaching over, you gave his hand a squeeze. “And you’re doing a great job.”   Sharing a smile, he placed his other hand on top of yours.

  Walking carefully down the ramp, birds chirped happily in the morning breeze. After a short holiday on the mainland, it was only a matter of time before you found yourself on the East Dock of Isla Nublar again.   Once other employees parted from your view, you found a sight that made your heart skip. Your partner, Robert Muldoon was waiting next to a red gas powered jeep. You shook your head with a smile. He had calculated and waited for your approximate return to the island. Of course he would. And of course he would know. You would be surprised if there was something on the island that he did not know about.

  He met you halfway as you approached, grabbing your bag off of your arm.   “Did you at least sleep last night?” You teased.   He smiled. “Yes, how was your holiday?” He asked, before walking a few strides over to the jeep.   “Good. I got you some things.”   “You didn’t have to do that, love.”   Easily placing your bag in the back of the vehicle, he turned his attention to you. Arms out to his sides, he welcomed you into a hug. “I missed you.”   Giving his body a soft squeeze in your arms, you kissed his cheek. “I missed you too.”   Leaning out of the hug, your smiles shone as bright as the other’s. Robert placed a proper kiss to your lips. Afterward, you both took the time to enjoy seeing and being together again, reunited. And even in such close proximity, you took the hat right off of him and placed it on your own head.   He sighed and shook his head. “Wasting no time.”   Your laughter ignited his own. Kissing you again, he muttered. “You’re ridiculous.”   Laughing again, you kept an eye on him as he walked around to the driver’s side, each of you getting into a seat. “And you love me,” you smiled brightly.   “I do,” he said, turning the key in the ignition, “there was never any doubt.”

  Mission: snack time. The objective? Retrieve and eat the food before the end of your break. Sure, you needed a little bit of food to hold you off until dinner, but your were also having such a good day so far that you thought that you deserved a treat.   Walking into the vending machine area, you were prepared. What surprised you was the lack of people present. No one was in there. With a mental shrug, you stood in front of one of the vending machines. Looking through its window of opportunity, you weighed out your options until you came to a decision. With the coins already in your hand, you inserted the proper amount of change and pushed the button for one specific treat. Hearing it fall to the bottom of the machine, you smiled. Success.   Kneeling down to retrieve the sealed food from behind the oddly quiet metal flap, you finally grabbed it. You had been looking forward to your little reward for almost an hour since you had decided on the idea. Though as you pulled back, you noticed movement to your right. Boots. Robert’s boots. Standing up, you felt something touch the top of your head. Realization hit as soon as you looked into Robert Muldoon’s soft blue eyes. His hat was on your head, and he put it there, not you.   Smiling at the other, you were glad that no one else was around.   “How did you find me?”   “You’re not hard to track down, love.”   You smirked. “Security cameras don’t count, Robert.”   He adjusted the brim of the hat before letting his hand caress down your cheek, and held you gently. “Think of it as scarce tracks or broken leaves on a trail.”   You laughed quietly, “I don’t think you really needed to use a camera to find me.”   Bumping the tip of his nose with yours, his smiled widened. “You’re probably right.”   “Probably. But I’m not sharing my snack with you.”   He nearly rolled his eyes. “I didn’t walk all the way over here to take your food. Be logical.”   You pecked your lips to his briefly. “Is that what you were after?”   “In a word,” he said, his smile returning.   “Unfortunately we’re running through my break time, so—” You curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt and pulled him impossibly closer. “Your move.”   He eyed your lips. “You always did look good in my hat.”

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Thank you for reading!

Maybe I'll write more for Muldoon in the future?? Who knows! :)

[fanfic-she-wrote]

Imagine being in the Jeep with Ian Malcolm when the power goes out and him trying comfort you

[zafirosreverie]

Today (Ellie x F!Reader)

for @roseclear (forgive me, Nikki)

part 1

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“Please tell me that’s not Y/N”

“That’s Y/N” 

“What is she doing?!”

"Trying to give me a heart attack, that's what she's doing"

You rolled your eyes fondly at Ian's comment and wished you could return the sarcasm, even though deep down you knew the man was completely terrified, just like you. A part of you was screaming, begging you to go back to them and be safe, but the rest of you knew it was too late.

You didn't know when your body made the decision, definitely before your own mind, but in the blink of an eye, you went from running towards the plane to running away from a Giganotosaurus whose attention was totally on you.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea, and it went against every survival instinct you had, but at least it would give the others time to escape. You didn't want to admit that the only thing on your mind was getting a certain blonde out of there alive.

"Y/N, come back here this instant!"

You looked over your shoulder at Alan, watching as he and Ian tried to contain a very distraught Ellie. It broke your soul to see the tears running down her face, and you knew that no matter what happened to you, this would be material of new nightmares for the blonde.

You felt guilty about it. You knew better than anyone how much the memory of Jurassic Park still haunted the woman, you had woken countless times in the middle of the night to go comfort her, take her in your arms and remind her that she was safe, that it was all over.

And now here you were, repeating history. Somehow, you knew that the resulting nightmares this time would not be about the terror the dinosaurs might cause her, but about you, about losing you again. You had promised her that someday you would forgive her, but now, you weren't even sure that you would live for tomorrow.

"Y/N!! Y/N!!"

"Get out of here!" you shouted

"Not without you, little tadpole!"

You smiled sadly at Ian's nickname and swore that if you made it out of this, you were going to come up with the cheesiest, most horrible nickname you could for him. You gasped as you dodged the flaming locusts that kept falling from the sky, as well as the falling debris all around you, there was no doubt that the place was going to come crashing down at any moment.

"Y/N! I swear if you don't come back here right now-" Ellie yelled, still trying to get out of Alan's grasp.

"There is no case, we have to get on the plane, now" he said

"I'm not leaving her here!"

"We won't" Ian reassured her "But we all know how stubborn she can be"

"I heard you!" you shouted, without looking at them

"I know you did, princess!" the mathematician laughed "Thank goodness you can take advantage of those parkour classes"

"Remind me to sign you up for the next course! You could use some exercise, old man" you smiled.

Ellie and Alan frowned at each other in confusion. Neither of them could understand how you and Ian were capable of making jokes in a situation like this. There was a fucking dinosaur behind you trying to eat you goddamn it! They supposed it was the magic of having lived together for so long.

Not for the first time, the blonde's stomach turned with guilt for leaving you the way she did, but at least she was grateful that, unlike herself, the two men next to her had been there for you, picking up the pieces of what she had broken.

As Ellie was lost in her thoughts, Alan noticed how the other man made subtle signs with his eyes and the tips of his fingers. He understood at that moment that it was the opportunity to get the woman in his arms out of there because there was no way she would leave without you of her own free will, not this time. Just when he was about to take the blonde and run with her in his arms to the plane, a second roar seemed to stop time.

Despite the imminent danger behind you, you stopped short when you heard it. You turned around quickly, noticing that the giga's attention was no longer on you, but on Rexy, the T-rex. Damn overdeveloped lizards!

"Being in the middle of two territorial carnivores was not part of the plan" you whispered to yourself.

However, you didn't have time to think about it before the two giants challenged each other, slowly encircling your friends. You barely managed to react before they let themselves go against each other with all their fury and strength.

You jumped to avoid Rexy's tail and rolled on the ground before you noticed the group split up and run in different directions. You jumped up to run after them, hoping the new distraction would be enough to allow you all to get out of there.

In the distance, you could see Ian, Alan, and Ellie helping Dr. Wu up and onto the plane, and you felt a kind of overwhelming relief, knowing that the three people you cared about the most had already made it. It's not that you didn't care about the girl (Maisie? Maia? You were bad with names) and her parents, you just didn't know them like your three idiots

You gasped audibly as the giganotosaurus threw Rexy with all its strength against one of the walls, causing her to fall on top of the rest of the group. Good thing there was a huge rock that allowed them to get under it without being crushed.

You sighed with relief and began to slowly approach, but at that moment you could see how the weight of the gig crushing the body of the T-rex began to buckle the structure, threatening to crush the girl and her family.

"Ellie, no!"

You looked in the direction of Alan's voice, feeling your heart stop as you realized that the blonde was heading straight for them, catching the dinosaur's attention. It all happened so fast from that point that your mind couldn't keep up with it all.

You ran to them too, the girl (Kayla? Leyla?), shot a flare to distract the giga, the Therizinosaurus growling, the others were able to get out and run to the plane, and Ellie dodged them. It took you a moment to realize that she had run to you, not them.

"We have to leave this place!" you heard Owen (Oswald? Damn, you had to work your prosopagnosia) yell as they all climbed up.

Everyone except you.

The moment you felt Ellie's arms around you, you knew that "someday" had to become "today." You felt it seconds before it happened, and you smiled at the irony. A lifetime wasn't enough to forget her, but a few seconds were all you needed to tell her...tell her-

"Ellie Sattler" you whispered "you were the most beautiful thing life gave me, and I'm so sorry for the years I spent pretending your ghost didn't haunt me"

"Y/N what-" she looked at you with confusion.

"I'm sorry" you interrupted her "but I can't let this happen without telling you that…I forgive you, and I love you, I still do"

"Maybe it's not the time" she said, but she smiled anyway.

"It's the only one I have" you smiled sadly "forgive me if I turn into nightmares today, I didn't mean to, I just want you to be happy, and I hope that one day, my memory will bring a smile to your face and not tears"

"W-what are you talking about?" she frowned.

You caressed her cheek gently, trying to find comfort in her warmth. You could feel how time seemed to resume little by little, and you knew it was now or never. Without letting her react, you kissed her as if it were the first time, although in reality, it was the last, you tried to put in that kiss all the love that you had repressed for years.

Ellie could barely register the feel of your lips on hers when your hands went to her hips and you pushed her with all your strength, sending her away from you. She didn't even feel the pain in her back from landing on the ground, all she could do was watch, in slow motion, as you smiled at her and murmured something, before the giga's tail threw a wall on top of you.

"Y/N!"

In a second, you had vanished in front of her, just when her body began to harbor hope, when her soul felt the warmth of yours again. She didn't even register Ian grabbing her waist and forcing her onto the plane, nor Alan's yelling or Maisie's crying. She couldn't see or hear anything, she could only feel her heart dying with you.

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Tears fell down her cheeks as she looked up at the cold tombstone that had your name carved on it. It was a lie, she knew, because the search and rescue teams had never been able to find your body, but having a place to grieve was the only comfort she and the boys could find.

She no longer knew how many calls she had missed, how long it had been without seeing her son, or how many interviews she had denied (was it too much to ask for a moment alone to cry, damn it?!), the days seemed the same, as if time would have stopped and she wouldn't have really left the valley.

She supposed it made sense, she had died at the same time as you, and no matter how much time passed or how much help Ian and Alan gave her (which wasn't much, they were both totally devastated by your death too), Ellie knew that, as long as she was alive, there wouldn't be a night that she wouldn't dream of you, with those last words that you had murmured to her and that she had tattooed on her soul.

"Today was all we had"

[t-marveland]

𝐉𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 | zach mitchell

Zach Mitchell x Reader

Warning : aucun

Mots : 77

Masterlist

Tu avais réussi à détourner l'attention de tes surveillants pour aider ton père à retrouver les neveux de Claire. Après de nombreuses péripéties, tu te retrouvas enfin devant eux pleine de boue.

❝━ Enchanté, je suis votre sauveuse et vous devez sûrement être les neveux de l'ex de mon père.❞

Zach te regarda de haut en bas avec émerveillement tandis que Gray lui lança un regard de reproche, son frère était vraiment obsédé par les filles.

[runawrites-blog]

Hello everyone! You can call me Runa. I made this blog to share my writing, especially imagines or reader inserts since I figured that Tumblr was the best place to share them! The fandoms I write for include but are not limited to: -Marvel/ MCU -X-Men -Star Wars -Detroit: Become Human -Jurassic Park/ World I am also part of other fandoms, I haven't written imagines or inserts for, so if you'd like to request something from another fandom, feel free to ask me. If I know of it, chances are I will write about it. Works will be tagged/ marked if any warnings should be adhered to or are only appropriate for adults. If you'd like me to tag/ mark anything please just ask me! What I Will Write For/ What I Won't Write For: https://runawrites-blog.tumblr.com/post/732509943339663360/what-i-will-write AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/xsticknoodlesx Find My Work Under The Hashtag: #my writing

[pucksandpower]

Charles Leclerc x endurance driver!Reader - Social Media AU

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[syoddeye]

reading recs

received an anon the other day that requested fic recs of all ratings, here's a big list of some of my favorites! definitely not exhaustive, definitely forgot people, and i am so sorry in advance for that. please mind the tags on these fics.

SNAFU by @adnauseum11

I've posted about SNAFU before. This is one of my comfort series. Excellent characterization of a retired John Price, navigating a relationship with one of his oldest friends.

Heavy Weighs the Crown by @sentientcave

Newer series, very yummy so far. I love Charlie's characterization of the 141 in this universe, and their writing is delectable.

Rugby AU by @sentientcave

Another banger from Charlie. Reader Ripper is also yummy. Something to snack on. To quote: "I don't know anything about Rugby tbh this is just vibes and thots. Something somethin elaborate rituals."

Nobody by @391780

My gateway fic into Nikto. Without giving anything away, every chapter sends me into a short spiral. The most recent chapters have done heinous (affectionate) things to my brain.

Ursa Major by @the-californicationist

Have you ever been to Alaska? Ever wanted to visit? Honestly, read this fic and let Cali transport you there. Her ability to set the scene and bring it to life is un-fucking-matched. Doc (Reader) is a smart, confident reader-insert that feels like a real person.

Binders and Boyfriends by @pfhwrittes

Trans 141 and Trans Reader supremacy. Another comfort series from the wonderful Parker. Everything listed here is wonderful, but I have a major soft spot for P's Gaz-centric works.

Housemate!Gaz by @pfhwrittes

First, in this house, we hate Reader's roommate. Second, we are Widget fans. Third, could you fucking imagine opening the door and your new roommate was Kyle motherfucking Garrick? I'd faint.

Call of The Jurassic by @stuffireadandenjoy

Another newer series that put me on the edge of my seat. When I first saw that Tats was giving us my favorite fellas and putting them in Jurassic Park, ooooooh, I knew we were going to be spoiled rotten.

Wrong Number Right Day by @stuffireadandenjoy

"Kyle gets a wrong number text but decides to be a little generous that day." Reader's living the dream. Text Kyle Garrick and get cash money for rent? Very excited for more of this.

Price of Pegging by @gemmahale

Pegging and John Price. I could stop there, but I won't. Gemma nails the depiction of a submissive Captain Price. She also captures the dynamic of a couple trying something new extremely well, that gave me some fluffy feelings.

All of Gemma’s WIPs by @gemmahale

I've had the absolute privilege to read some previews of Gemma's work and the WORK and the DETAIL and the CHARACTERS are chef's kiss. Delicious. It's so difficult to pick just one. I love the Feywilds. Useful Girl. Call of the Wild. Do yourself a favor and spend some time in the tags.

Offer Me His Hunger by @kaadaaan

Something about a 141-er and a single mom that's gonna do it for me every time. In Offer Me His Hunger, it's Johnny, and Reader has no idea what she's in for. Jesus Christ, Kadan writes one of my favorite Johnnys, and really nails that obsessive and calculating streak.

The Space in Between by @391780

You will laugh, you will cry, you will love and hate mafia boss!John Price. Reader crosses paths with John and the 141, and gets caught in their wake. Early writes some of the best Reader characters of all time, and this one's no different. This story will get under your skin so fast, in the best way.

The Arrangement by @391780

Speaking of Early, this is THE gateway drug to her work, in my humble opinion. One of the first COD fics I ever read and converted me into being a Price girlie. Sugar Daddy Price x a cute, smart, and fucking funny Reader. Also one of my favorite characterizations of Simon of all time.

Club 141 by @greatstormcat

BDSM and the 141 make a Sy very happy. Reader starts off with a fake ass dom and is quickly properly introduced to BDSM culture with the fellas. Really solid group dynamics. Make sure you read that Price x Ghost post for a good fucking time.

Lamb to the Slaughter by @ohbo-ohno

Probably one of my favorite Ghoap fics of all time. The way my jaw was on the floor for the majority of this should've sent me to the emergency room. It's brutal, it's horrifying, and fuck me running, I loved it, start to finish.

The Pit by @peachesofteal

First, the nightmare of getting into an accident in the winter. Second, having Ghost and Soap find you. Oh boy, The Pit is peak Ghoap manipulation. When I got to the end, I just sat in silence. Stunned. It was amazing.

Eyes Wide, Tongue Tied by tippytulip (if you're on here, pls lmk!)

Another early COD fic for me. A thrill ride with a whip-smart Reader AND it's set in the Midwest. Those are two ways into my heart. The relationship between Reader and Price isn't an easy one, and he gives her a dozen and a half reasons to dislike him. Another ride of a fic, with great action scenes and group dynamics.

Trapper, Keeper by @tinypandacakes

A König fic that makes me screech no less than ten times per chapter. Panda writes a fucking scary König and it blows my mind. So much of it is subtle and manipulative, with few outright (so far, it's ongoing!) examples. I get a knot in my stomach every time I read and I LOVE IT.

DOG by Danceofthesevenveils

Another König fic that features a pathetic loser König, who is also one of the scariest motherfuckers I've ever read. The use of text messages underscores the creepy vibes, and a great vehicle for the Reader x König dynamic early on.

Desire Paths by @ceilidho

Manipulative best friend Johnny, you are iconic to me. Ceilidh writes some of the best nasty Johnny fic out there, but Desire Paths has my heart. Another ending that had me gasping.

Take Me Home, Country Road by @ceilidho

Cowboy Price, take me awayyyyyy. A fantastic Western AU focused on a Reader with a secret and a Sheriff Price that'll make you sit up straighter. Ceilidh captures John's voice so clearly, I can hear it when I read. That porch scene is seared into my brain in the best way.

Tender is the Flesh by @crashtestbunny

Do you like scary Simon? Do you like feeling unsettling and turned on? *slams table* Do I have the fic for you! Connie's butcher!Simon makes my blood run both hot and cold. "Oh she’s a stunner." lives in my head rent free. Also the apron tie bit.

Pornstar!AU by @shotmrmiller

Warning, if you don't smoke, you might start after reading Toni's porn AU. I love this depiction of Ghost, his control and his care. AND there's a threesome bit with Ghost x Reader x Price. It's what dreams are made of.

[liillyliilly]

The Herpetologist

daishou suguru x reader words; 4456 synopsis; daishou suguru goes crazy for one (1) girl and it's the same girl who tells him that she hasn't had her first kiss.

It was always those damn Nohebi afterparties.

The kind that made her face burn in embarrassment. It was cruel really, trying to not hamper the mood of all her friends by declining to play any of the games. For once, she wished that the Nohebi third years would just play Uno. Or maybe, she should ask her friends to stop dragging her to the 18+ parties.

If she was at a normal party, maybe she wouldn’t be sipping a Coke-A-Cola in the corner while her best friend was essentially getting mauled by one of the basketball players. Or maybe this was what actual parties were. What happened to parties where everyone wanted to hit pinatas and watch the newest Jurassic Park movie? What was once popcorn and the Hot Billboard Pop 100 had gradually shifted into jello shots and music that made her toes curl.

To contemplate this shocking discovery longer than needed was distracting her from the original reason she was standing in the cold corner. Her designated corner. She hadn’t kissed anyone yet. It just didn’t feel right to waste a kiss on some stupid high school boy who probably didn’t brush his teeth enough. It also didn’t feel right to waste a first kiss during some ridiculous game only designed by the horniest of teenage desires.

She would go window shopping during times like these. Scanning around the room for a potential option that she could possibly be okay with giving her first kiss to. She never took the first jump into that pool.

It was always those damn Nohebi afterparties.

Daishou Suguru sat on an empty loveseat, arms resting on the length of the back of the couch. His legs were comfortably spread out, leaning back deeply into his seat.

He couldn't care less for the flitting around, drinking, and ridiculous games. Where was all the honest, genuine human connection? Not that he wanted that either. He just wanted something cunning to observe, entertainment at others' expense was his true forte.

Unfortunately, manipulation of people didn’t fly at a party the same way that it did on the volleyball court. He wished he could call Mika, at least so she could tell him an interesting story about college life. Despite their romance not turning out the way he had hoped, they stayed good friends. She was someone who he could rely on. Her new boyfriend was nice, and let Daishou drive his motorcycle around one time for kicks and giggles.

Drinking during the volleyball season was an illogical decision, but drinking when the season was over seemed appealing. Daishou just couldn’t drag himself over to the mixing table.

His thoughts were processing the music. Someone should’ve banned the person who had AUX. It was the third time that “The Color Violet” by Tory Lanez had played.

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Daishou got up and slithered over to the kitchen. In the corner was the girl. She was the one that his buddies had talked about. They complained that she never joined in on any of the games. They had said she refused to take body shots or give body shots. When they scoffed about her antics during the discussion in the locker room, Daishou just kept quiet.

He poured himself a glass of Sprite, threw an ice cube in his cup for good measure, and leaned against the kitchen island facing her.

They both just sipped from their drinks, analyzing the situation. Daishou had entered her territory wordlessly and had claimed a section of it for himself. She wasn’t going to speak first. Why should she have to speak to this prick? She knew him from class, class 6. She had wanted to test into class 7 but it was already full.

“L/N right?” Oh, goody.

“Daishou Suguru, right?”

He raised an eyebrow at the bite she had inserted. He felt like he was going to have a great time with her.

And he did. They had talked all night.

“That’s when I knew I loved volleyball.” Daishou spun around in the office chair. The two of them had migrated to the bougiest office either of them had ever seen. Some of the non-scholarship kids who attended Nohebi Academy were all set for life, including inheriting whatever kind of job provided for an office this expansive.

She was sitting on the window sill, tracing the various shapes on the seat cushions.

Daishou decided to investigate a little.

“You never play the games. You know, the intellectually stimulating game of Spin the Bottle. Or the ever-richly academic Suck and Blow. Or, or my buddy's personal favorite, Marathon Kissing.”

Maybe she felt like she wouldn’t be judged. Maybe she felt like this was a potential opportunity for an actual friendship. Was he lulling her into a false sense of security, or was that earnest tone of voice an actual curiosity?

“I don’t want my first kiss to be for some silly game.”

She got him hook, line, and sinker.

Or maybe he got her.

“How about lessons with a teacher?”

“Kissing lessons? That has to be some form of dubious prostitution schtick.”

“I don’t know, maybe if you had someone to teach you, or at least someone low-pressure that you don’t care about as your first kiss then you could become less of a social pariah at these things.”

“A social pariah, how kind of you to let me down gently.” She stood up from her spot on the window sill and rested her hands on the huge dark oak table. The black mat likely was used to hold a MacBook Pro, and the pen holder contained an expensive German fountain pen, both paragons of the wealth that was held by the owner of this home.

Daishou stood up as well and shrugged.

Her dad used to be really into the whole survivalist thing. She remembers all the stories and rules about snakes. Red touching yellow kills a fellow. The Japanese Mamushi snake was known for literally liquefying the tissue of the victims who got bitten. The Habu snake, found in Okinawa, was naturally aggressive, attacking before even getting provoked. But there was always the Japanese Keelback, a naturally calm, non-poisonous snake that was so small it liked to hide in rivers and streams.

Would he be the Keelback or the Habu? Only time would tell for her.

They kissed for the first time that night, her sitting on the desk, him shoving the ornamental decorations off the table. He held her face in his hands. He leaned so far forward that she was lying on the desk instead of sitting. Hands went from her face to her back, trying to push her up against him.

She wondered if she was a good kisser, or if that was all Daishou’s doing. If he made kissing seem so simple and natural like this. Was that a moan or was she just hearing things? His hands were behind her now, resting on the desk. He didn’t know why but he was keeping his face close to hers, letting his breath hit her neck. Was he panting from a simple kiss, or was the room just hot?

“Are you a liar?” Daishou used his hand to lift her chin, moving her face so he could pretend he was a detective, searching for clues to his hypothesis.

“I, uh, no. I’m not a liar.”

As much as they both wanted to pretend the kiss hadn���t affected either of them. Their share of tension, like a tightly strung cello string, meant they spent way more time together on a day-to-day basis.

He wishes that he didn’t seek her out as often as he did. Suddenly every test score was being placed on her desk to compare. Every essay was scrutinized not just by his eyes, but by hers as well. Lunches with the volleyball team talking about plans and games turned into sitting in Daishou’s car trading fruit cups for pieces of chocolate he had his mom import from Europe because he begged.

The question in both their minds was when they would kiss again. Tomorrow? Next week? Daishou prayed it wouldn’t be more than an entire month. She put her stupid feelings on the line when she asked for another lesson.

They weren’t at a party, they were at his house. He told his mom that they were studying because they were studying something. Instead of classic literature, or calculus, it was the art of the hickey.

Daishou realized he would have to articulate what little he knew about hickies. At least he brushed his teeth four times before she came over.

“Suguru, that’s the third time you’ve brushed your teeth, do we need to go to the dentist again? Want to borrow my waterpick?” His mom had called from the dining room, she was looking through university options for him. Trying to find one in Tokyo that would both challenge him and be close enough to home so she could see her son more often than a blue moon.

“I’m good. Thanks though.”

She came to his house earlier than expected, still wearing the Academy uniform. The girl’s uniform consisted of a pleated yellow skirt, a white button-up, and a green sweater vest. The emblem of a snake wrapped around a shield was carefully stitched onto the left breast pocket. Daishou was still in the bathroom, brushing away while listening to his playlist, he was nodding his head to the beat of “Snooze” by SZA.

When all music suddenly became all about her, he wondered if he still had brain cells that weren’t occupied by his favorite academic competition.

She knocked on the door and Daishou’s mom opened it. She had the same dark, slanted eyes that he did. Her black hair was shoulder-length and curled, she had the same dimples when she smirked at her son’s study companion for the evening. So this was the girl Suguru wanted chocolates for.

“Come in, come in.” Daishou’s mom ushered. “Suguru will be down in a minute.”

Looking around at photos was a good way to pass the time, there was one of Daishou on a soccer team, one on a baseball team, basketball, swimming, and all the other sports. When he appeared to be around middle school, everything was volleyball. There was a certificate of academic achievement resulting in a scholarship award.

“I was so proud when he got into Nohebi. His dad would’ve loved to see him at his alma mater.” Daishou’s mom opened a wooden box on the mantle place, flipping through some pictures before telling Y/n to come and look at the select few.

Daishou was younger in this picture, his mom looked younger too, and there was a man too. His dad. He had his arm around Daishou’s mom and a hand on Daishou’s head. An unreal smile was on everyone’s faces.

Daishou’s mom kept scanning through photos, she landed on one and froze for a moment. It was Daishou in a formal suit, his mother in a black long-sleeve dress, and a memorial picture of his father surrounded by white flowers and green shrubs. Their eyes were red, and his mom was managing a neutral expression, but Daishou looked like he wanted to be anywhere but in that photo.

“Suguru adored his father.” She sniffled, mouth quivering, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to damper your mood. I just thought a few cute photos of Suguru would sell you a little on my son. It's been so long since he had a girl over, especially one who’s smart. He just talks about you endlessly, I almost thought my ear would fall off.”

They didn’t have a lesson on hickies that night. Instead, they ate dinner with his mom and watched a movie. She was curled up with a blanket, watching the screen intently wondering what was going to happen to the main character.

He said he needed to go and get a glass of water. The college brochures were strewn across the kitchen island. He remembered what university she was planning on going to, so he picked up the information booklet for that same university. Grabbing a black marker, he bit the cap off and circled the application deadline several times. Using a thumb tack he put the paper right in the center of the corkboard.

Graduation was great, a blast even. It was three hours long, and the first fifteen felt like they lasted forever. Suddenly, the top students were giving their speeches, she got her diploma and she remembers cheering for Daishou to accept his. And then it was over.

And then he was pulling her aside, shoving a paper into her hands.

“Read it.” She nodded. “Now I mean.”

She skimmed the paper, looked up at him, and then looked back down to the paper.

“Suguru this is great! They gave you the Secondary Academic Merit award!”

“There’s more,” He pointed a finger at something he had highlighted green.

“They compounded it with a volleyball scholarship too? You get to play for the school and your education is free.”

In a moment she was picked up and gently spun around. His tongue peeked out to wet his lips, she could hear him swallowing. He mumbles. She cups his face with a hand, making him look at her. It's a short kiss, first on the corner of the mouth, then straight on.

“I still think you’re a liar.” He recalls the first-ever kiss they shared.

Then it dawns on him.

“The school? Don’t you mean our school?”

Some other school gave her a full tuition scholarship. The universities were approximately 3.38 hours away from each other by car. By train, the time was shaved by 0.14 hours. Daishou knows because he spent his graduation night calculating distances and adding up costs for tickets.

His mom tried to get him to eat the seaweed soup she had made, but he was busy writing everything down in his notebook.

He saved up all his frustrations, worries, and joy and then planned a weekend trip to her university. He liked to spend at least an hour or so chomping on her neck leaving teeth marks and arrangements of soft bruises from the remnant kisses.

When she asked him about it, he just shrugged. When she asked him about it again, he seemed to brush the topic away and offered to go get lunch together. The third time she asked was the time she got an answer from him.

“Because it’s to show that you’re mine.” He said it with a calm face. Almost as if he was asking her to ask him about it further. So she entertained him.

“And why exactly do you feel the need to show people that I’m yours?” She tilted her head, accidentally exposing a fresh canvas of skin. In an instant, his mouth was on her neck, biting it as he continued to explain.

“Because then I’m actively claiming you as mine. Despite my lack of physical presence, I’m still there somehow. That way no one will try anything funny.” He nipped at her skin, his sharp canine stabbing into her neck. “Do you know how tough it is being in class sometimes, wondering if there’s another dude in one of your classes who’s eying you up? Especially when you wear that cream-colored cardigan over your yellow sundress?”

When she lets out a short yelp at a bite, Daishou smiles against her skin.

“Plus, you make really pretty noises.”

While Daishou may have initially been a Keelback snake, he evolved into a Habu over time.

He felt like volleyball was going nowhere, each practice felt longer and more exhausting. Each game felt dull. Same plays, same tricks, same result. He wondered why winning so often felt like winning nothing at all. Did he love volleyball?

His dad sure loved volleyball. Each game that was on TV became all that his dad would talk about sometimes. Wearing jerseys and eating huge plates of yakitori on Sunday nights. Daishou’s father always would point at the screen, right when an outside hitter got a deep unreceivable kill spike, saying that's what should be plastered as a true athletic feat. To jump so high, to hit so hard that you became practically a bird.

A bird. His dad was like a bird. Not a crow, or an eagle, not even an owl. But a falcon, a peregrine falcon. One time, at the zoo, when Daishou was still small enough to sit on his dad’s shoulders, his dad whispered and told him to look at the leftmost tree branch within the cage. There it sat, the falcon. Preening at its wings and looking around one head movement at a time.

The fascination with birds was lost on Daishou. He preferred to watch the snakes, the way they slithered around, leaving no trails in the dirt. Wrapping around and around on branches. Even the way their tongues flitted out when they hissed. Sharp fangs get down into the meat of its prey.

“Stay with me for summer break.” He was picking at the orange peel, phone resting between his shoulder and his ear.

“I can’t.” She was lying in bed, typing away on one of her final essays for the year. The first year of university was almost over, and she was killing it.

“Yes, you can stop saying you can’t.” Daishou put a segment of the orange in his mouth, throwing away the peel. He sat down on his couch. His school year had finished a few weeks ago. His mom was out of the country for a case she had to investigate in Hong Kong. Having a hot-shot lawyer mother was nice, but it also meant long durations of staying in an empty house by himself.

There were only so many things to do alone. Tokyo was vibrant and perfect, but without her it was boring. No interesting conversations, no teasing, and no warmth.

She hesitated. She was hesitant. Hesitance was what all animals went through before going right into fight or flight. Daishou didn’t know what to do to bring her over from her school and back to his home. He remembered what his mom said about her trip.

“How about we go to Hong Kong, just for a month?”

“A trip like that is way too expensive.”

“Mom’s there already, her employer gave her a very large, very spacious penthouse to stay in while the lawsuit is still going on.” She was listening, and so he kept going. “I have some money saved for tickets.”

He had just attacked first, without provocation. Adding a new depth to their relationship.

Hong Kong was beautiful. The first night there, despite being riddled with sleep deprivation and jet lag, they went to a food market, trying everything they could get their hands on. Wonton noodles, dim sum, egg tarts.

The smoke from the grills floated around, mixing with the smoke from all the uncles' chain smoking and yelling at each other in Cantonese. Bright neon signs shouted at people to come into the stores. They sat in the open air outside, tightly packed into a table meant for one person. She was sipping some broth, and he was playing with her hair.

The company penthouse was probably worth more than Daishou’s school campus. High ceilings, marble floors. It reminded him of the house from Parasite, just without all the murder. His mom was on her laptop on a huge white couch in the main living area. When they entered, she exclaimed.

“Ru, you should’ve told me when your plane got in! I would’ve picked you both up.” Daishou’s mom was kissing his face and he was leaning away, but he let his mom smooth down his hair while she clicked her tongue against the roof of her disapprovingly.

“It's all good, we went and did a little exploring.” Daishou rubbed Y/n’s back, his thumb moving back and forth on her shoulder.

“Well, you must be tired. Your room is to the left, down that hall.”

She had begun unpacking, putting clothes in the chest of drawers. Daishou was taking a cold shower, scrubbing his hair with the shampoo she bought. She folded his clothes and put them away too. She flung herself onto the bed and soaked into the covers, a huge foam mattress with some bounce.

Her phone binged, a message from a friend back at school. Her friend talked about how jealous she was that she was out of the country with her boyfriend. Then her friend complained about her boyfriend, saying he never did anything out of the ordinary or interesting. She said that she knew too much about her boyfriend.

Did she know too much about her boyfriend? Daishou was open enough, telling her all the important details, except for the stories and memories from his last year in primary school before entering middle school. She knew he liked volleyball because of a story he told about his dad, but that was the only time Daishou had mentioned his dad. You had seen more photos as time passed, but it didn’t feel like enough. She shook the thought, if he wanted to share he would. No need to bring up things that weren’t relevant at the moment.

When he came out of the bathroom he had a towel around his waist and wet hair. He had cut it recently, so his bangs were no longer swept to the left side of his face, instead it was a short fringe across his forehead. His dimples were on full display.

“Hi, pretty lady.” He picked out some clothes, hanging them over his arm. “You look beautiful.”

He sweet talked too much and she was too tired to be clever in turn, “I’m sweaty, dirty, and have been wearing these sweatpants for over twenty-four hours.”

“Exactly, beautiful. If the pants really are bothering you I can take them off, you know, as a favor.” He slowly made his way to her, for a second she thought she saw a pair of rattlesnake fangs appear on his smile.

She scrambled out of bed and grabbed the pajamas she had set on the side table, going to the bathroom.

“Aw c’mon, let me live a little.”

“Not today Satan.”

“It’s Suguru.”

One moment they were holding hands in the Kowloon Walled City Park, the next, they were ducking for cover from the heavy rain. Daishou used his jacket to cover their heads, tucking her under his arm so that she would stay dry. He looked around and found a structure they could stand under, at least until they had a plan for what to do next.

Shaking off the jacket, grateful for the waterproof coating, he wrapped it around her. Rubbing her arms to try and generate some warmth.

“Try not to think too much about the cold, it’ll make it worse.” His teeth were slightly chattering, but he put on a grin, scrolling through his phone to check the weather and nearby restaurants they could escape to.

“That’s all pseudoscience. You should know that.”

“I’m not a science major.” Daishou found his money shot, calling for a ride using the extremely broken Cantonese that he had learned.

When they got into the taxi, she put Daishou’s jacket back on him, rubbing his arms the same way that he had done for her earlier.

The driver looked at the two of them in the rearview mirror, said some things in a language that was most definitely not Cantonese, and handed Daishou the GPS ready for him to enter their desired location.

“ภรรยาของคุณดูจะรักคุณมาก.” The driver smiles, turning on the meter in the car after taking the GPS back.

“ขอบคุณ.”

She elbowed him lightly, “What the heck?”

“Half-Thai right here,” Daishou raised his hand, “My dad immigrated to Japan with my grandparents when he was young though, so I don’t know much else besides a kindergarten understanding. My speaking ability is even worse.”

“How come I never knew this?

“You never asked.” Is that really what their relationship had come to? She didn’t ask so the information was never given?

The rest of the trip flew by, and then they were back on the plane.

“Tell me about your dad.” She wanted to know. And if he wasn’t going to give answers, she was going to ask for them.

“My dad was amazing.” Daishou smiled. One of those bright smiles that made you want to drop everything and only look at him. He talked about his dad for the rest of the flight home, even when she was fighting sleep, she kept listening to him. Daishou held her hand in his.

Graduations came and went.

Birthdays came and a pet snake stayed.

He remembered when she finally had gotten used to kissing, he did teach her about hickeys, and she was a fast learner. Almost too fast.

“Suguru, my turn.” She pushes him away lightly, leaning up on her forearms as the two of them laid on his bed.

“What?” He stutters out. Suddenly very self aware he folds his arms over his bare chest.

“Let me leave a hickey this time. C’mon, my turn Suguru.” It was as if he had melted, his face red and his ears burning. She flipped them over as she straddled his waist, before leaning down and softly brushing her lips over his jaw. Before trailing down and ghosting her tongue over a spot on his neck.

She keeps testing around, looking for the sweet spot. When she nips at a junction between his shoulder and neck he sucks in a deep breath. Pressing another kiss to the spot she opens her mouth and starts to suck at the skin, circling her tongue around the area.

When she pulls away, a small hickey starts to show on his neck. When she looks back to Daishou, he is covering his face and muttering incomprehensibly.

“Aw, I got you all mushy over a kiss.”

“It wasn’t just a kiss! It was a hickey!”

“You’re right, it was just one hickey, but I can do more if you want?”

“No! One is fine! I like one! One, um, one is a good number for today.”

Daishou felt like he found his person. Looking at her cooing at the snake through the glass terrarium was definitely something that made him glad that he had picked her that night. Those damn Nohebi afterparties, making him find his forever person.

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Chapter 8: Last Day of Camp

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The tapping of your shoes seems louder than usual as you speed down the stadium stairs, an automated voice compelling everyone to run down the stadium stairs to group back up.

“Attention. All park-goers must report to the South Ferry Dock for immediate evacuation. Last ferry departs in two hours.”

“That’s it? No explanations? That’s all we get?” Brooklynn complains ahead of you, her and Sammy coming to a stop as they huff. Darius jumps over the stair railing to stand in front of the two girls. 

“We have to move. The only way we’re gonna make it is if we run.” Darius says, clapping his hands together urgently. 

You hop over the railing, landing clumsily behind Brooklynn. You quickly fix your stance as the girl spares a glance behind her in confusion.

“Um… are we sure that’s the best way to get there?” Sammy asks, pointedly looking behind her at Yasmina. The usually athletic girl grunts with each step, limping towards the group. 

“I’m fine. I’ve competed with a torn ACL.” She speaks confidently, placing her hands on her hips as she leans on her better leg. “You should be way more worried about Ben and Bumpy.” 

Following her pointed thumb, sure enough, Ben and Bumpy run in your guy’s direction. And despite their rapid steps, their speed is… well, let’s just say that Yasmina was definitely right about where your worries should be. How did he linger behind for so long?

Skidding to a stop, Ben pulls a map from his fanny pack as he heaves. “What we should all be worried about is catching a boat out of here and, naturally, we have a problem.” He nods his head rapidly, placing the map on the bleachers.

“We’re here.” He points at the middle of the map before moving his finger down to the very bottom of the island. “The docks are on the southern tip of the island.”

You all crowd around him, watching silently as he points back and forth.

“Even if we ran at peak Yasmina speed, there’s no way we’d make the last boat out.”

“You don’t know that,” Sammy speaks defensively. 

Ben scoffs, looking up at her confidently. “Yes, I do. I memorized the evacuation plan on the ferry ride over.”

You all groan in a mix of disbelief and frustration at Ben’s words.

“Okay, so we need another way. Um…” Darius stands on top of the bleacher seat he had been sitting on, spinning his head in all directions. Then, he jumps down and points at the kayaks you all had abandoned. “Can we use those somehow? Or send someone to tell the ferry people to wait? Or…” 

“Or make a few jetpacks real quick? Oh! We should befriend a unicorn!” Brooklynn mocks, her head hanging low. “Face it. It’s hopeless.” 

“We will be arriving at Main Street, your destination for fine dining—”

“Is that…?” 

“—and shopping at Jurassic World.” 

The automated voice drew you all to the edge of the stadium railing, watching as a train passed not too far from the Lagoon.

“Followed by stops at the Jurassic World Lagoon and the South Ferry Dock.” 

“Monorail, what-what!” Kenji throws his hands in the air as he yells.

“Mm, nicely played, universe.” Brooklynn sighs, hands on her hips.

“Hurry!” Darius runs in the direction the monorail is heading, the rest of you following excitedly.

Your bunch runs up the stadium stairs, Darius staying back to make sure no one gets left behind. A hard feat considering how slow Ben and Bumpy are, not to mention Yasmina’s injured leg.

You linger, waiting for one of them to get a move on, but Ben only drags it on.

“It’s nice havin’ some company back here besides…” He pauses his sentence to catch his breath, and you roll your eyes at the mention of your name.

“I’m fine.” Yasmina insists, increasing her pace.

With Yasmina’s quickened pace, Darius runs ahead, catching up with the others. You follow Yasmina, shoes scraping the ground each time Bumpy would bump into you. The name Ben gave her is really coming into play, huh?

When the four of you reach the top of the stairs, you spot Brooklynn, Kenji, and Sammy sitting against the wall merging the stadium to the elevated ground of Main Street.

You’re not too sure what lies beyond the stadium wall, but a low growl is enough of an answer for you. Darius pokes his head out from the wall, looking across the street. 

A few more growls and thuds, then he’s turning to the rest of you and doing a come-hither motion with his hands. Ignoring the group’s hesitancy, Darius sprints over to the stairs leading up to the monorail. He crouches behind the solid stair railing, his face twisting in disbelief when he sees that none of you had moved from your spots.

He does another motion with his hands, urging you all forward with a grimace. Kenji shakes his head with wide eyes, but ultimately follows Brooklynn and Sammy when they make a move towards the stairs.

With the three moving forward, Yasmina moves closer to the edge of the wall, you and Ben following her lead. A snarl from the dinosaur has the three running back behind the stadium wall once again.

A loud thud rings out across the concrete street, a chilling silence ensuing. Heavy footsteps come closer to your group, accompanied by husky breathing coming from the dinosaur you hadn’t been able to get a good look at from behind the wall. Its breathing sounded similar to that of a person with mucus stuck in the back of their throat. It was pretty gross. 

You push yourself up against the wall, as if trying to blend into it. The footsteps come closer, and you wince, squeezing your eyes shut in fear.

Your eyes snap open when something clatters opposite to you all, the mystery dinosaur finally coming into sight as it follows the sound. It was the horned dinosaur you came to know as Toro.

Darius reappears, this time on the other side of the stairs. He beckons you all towards him a final time, and your group runs to the stairs as fast as possible.

You never thought you’d crawl up a staircase again after elementary, but here you are, doing exactly that. Bumpy runs ahead without a care in the world, arriving at the top before anyone else. Kenji gets there second, almost screaming in celebration when the monorail arrives. 

Brooklynn slaps her hand over his mouth, glaring at him for nearly blowing everyone’s cover. However, her efforts instantly go to waste as the monorail doors open, an automated voice echoing across the otherwise silent streets.

“Welcome to Jurassic World Lagoon. Next stop, Ferry Landing!” 

Toro whips its head in the monorail’s direction, roaring painfully loud as it spots your bunch. It’s anxiety inducing, especially since the rest of you were still climbing up the stairs. 

“Run!” Darius yells, and you all follow his orders without complaint. 

You only look back when you hear the Carnotaurus snapping its jaws, watching as it just barely misses Ben each time. That boy keeps surprising you with how slow he can be. 

Though it’s not just Ben who’s still lingering on the staircase, Yasmina hadn’t got to the monorail yet, either. Toro follows the two earnestly, even when the carnivore slips because of the uneven footing. The weight of Toro shakes the staircase, the tremors knocking the lingering few off their feet. 

Toro pushes against the stairs, biting at Yasmina’s feet no matter how much she pushes herself backwards. Ben watches helplessly, as do you. You should help, do something, anything. But what good would that do you?

“Ben! Out of the way!” 

Your gaze falls to Darius as he runs back down the stairs, pulling the girl away from Toro just as the carnivore drives his jaws into what would’ve been Yasmina. 

You watch with furrowed brows, utterly confused with both Darius and yourself. Why did he do that? Why didn’t you do that? 

You push that nagging voice into the back of your mind, focusing on pulling Ben up from the top of the stairs. Ben pays no mind to you. His gaze stuck on Darius as he helps Yasmina up the stairs. 

With a huff, you grip the collar of his shirt and pull him into the monorail. The Carnotaurus roars and screeches behind you all, wrecking everything around it to get to your group. One resounding thud later, and the four of you are crashing into the monorail. 

“Doors closing.” 

In an instant, the monorail is on its way to the ferry, leaving Toro in its dust. 

It’s not long until the silence between you all is broken by Kenji, who goes on a rant of which you disregard completely. 

Instead, you release your grasp on Ben and make your way to one of the train seats. You sit next to a window, watching through the reflection as Ben follows and sits right next to you without a word.

“Guys, we did it. We’re going home.” Darius grins.

It’s quiet for a moment, but it only takes a second for your group to be all smiles.

“Whoo-hoo!” Sammy screams suddenly. 

Ben yelps, head hitting your shoulder at the unexpected sound. You push his face away with a forceful hand.

“Yeah! Whoo!” Darius yells, standing on top of the seat he had been sitting on. 

Excited yells spread like a virus, everyone jumping merrily at the successful escape. Even Ben relaxes eventually, throwing his limbs in the air as he shouts. You pump a fist in the air, both to show your excitement and to push Ben’s arm off you subtly. 

“This calls for a celebration!” Brooklynn laughs, scooting into the seat in front of you and Ben. 

“I might be able to help with that.” The boy in question grinned, unzipping his fanny pack. “Stashed a few treats for the road.” 

Out he pulls a bunch of snack bars and juice boxes, spreading them out in each hand like they were dollar bills. Words that just barely resemble ‘thank you’ come from your fellow campers before only two snack bars remain. 

Ben smiles before turning to you. He nudges your shoulder with the one of the last bars, and though you want to decline, the immediate retching erupting from everyone else has you curious. 

So you take it out of his hands, unwrap it, and take a bite. You don’t even get to chew before the taste hits you full force. Instead of the expected chocolate taste, it had a rather nutty flavor, with only a twinge of sweetness. Overall, it didn’t taste very good, but it wasn’t horrible.

“Ben, someone stole your candy bars and put dirt in ‘em,” Sammy complains. 

You just about choke on your snack bar from her bluntness.

Ben ignores the insult and explains. “They’re carob bars. They pair perfectly with—” 

“Carob juice. Awesome.” Darius struggles to keep the smile on his face. His grip on the juice box he had been holding loosened.

“Carob is nature’s chocolate. Just as delicious with none of the sugar or caffeine.” His gaze falls onto you, who munches on the bar regardless of the taste. “See? They get it!”

You huff, taking another bite of the carob bar. It’s not like it tasted good or anything. You were just hungry. That’s all. 

“What’s wrong with sugar and caffeine? First thing I’m gonna do when I get home is hug my expresso machine.” Brooklynn hugs the back of her seat, showing just how truthful she was being. “I may never let go.” 

“You know…” Kenji clears his throat as he hangs off the grab handles of the monorail. “I’ve often described myself as a tall, hot drink.” 

Kenji’s words are met with scoffs and words of disgust.

“You could never be coffee.” Brooklynn glares.

Kenji casts his gaze to the ground, grumbling, “I could be coffee…”

“I cannot wait to be home.” Yasmina slides in. “Once my ankle’s better, it’s back to training. And I guess finding a new corporate sponsor, since mine was Jurassic World. But you know…” 

“It’s gonna be weird for things to be normal again. Like, are video games gonna seem boring now?” Darius chuckles, meeting eyes with Kenji as they share laughs. “How about you? What’s the first thing you’ll do when you get home?” 

“It depends on which wing of our mansion you’re talking about. East wing is usually off limits, but Dad and Candy are away on business, so I guess I’ll go downstairs to our bowling alley.” He smirks, but then his expression turns almost solemn. “Staff always lets me win. Life of a VIP.” 

Lightening the mood after it had suddenly turned dark, Sammy leans over you and Ben’s seats. “So, what have you missed, Ben?” 

“Oh! Let me guess,” Kenji cuts in. “You can’t wait to get home to your closet of dork pouches.” 

Ben ignores the snickers coming from the rest of the group. “Ha, ha. Very funny,” he huffs.

“Seriously, Ben, you’ve had juice boxes for days!” Darius exaggerates. “How much stuff can you fit in that thing?”

“One, lots, and two, obviously the first thing I’m gonna do when I get back is restock it.” He laughs, prompting a fit a laughter to take hold of the group.

Kenji slaps his knee, still chuckling as he walks towards the end of the train cart you all sat in. He grabs a flashlight from a full rack of identical ones. 

“Check it out.” He grins, switching the flashlight on and whipping it around while imitating lightsaber noises. Having enough, he flips it in the air. “I finally found the first thing in Jurassic World that works!” 

The flashlight clatters to the ground as it misses his hand completely. He spares a glance at everyone, smile still frozen on his face before he quickly picks it off the ground. Clicking it on, the light still shines just as bright as it had before.

“Still works.” He chuckles.

“I still can’t believe how much went wrong.” Brooklynn giggles, leaning against the back of her seat. “Like that time we almost got eaten?” 

“Which time?” Yasmina’s face twists in shock before covering it in her hands. “How was there more than one time?” 

“Let’s all raise our carob juice. A toast!” Darius beams. “To not getting eaten!” 

“To not getting eaten!”

Everyone sips their straws. Groans and gags follow soon after. Obviously the carob juice didn’t taste any better than the carob bars.

“To no more running away!” Brooklynn shouts as she stands, raising her juice box above her head. 

“To no more running away!” 

This time, no one drinks the juice except for Ben, having learned their lesson. Sammy pours hers out on the floor, letting Bumpy drink it.

“To the return of a low-level gnawing dread rather than an all-encompassing impending doom!” Ben yells, carob juice raised high. 

“Why not!” 

“To what Ben said!” 

“Bad doom versus normal doom!” 

“I got one.” Sammy smiles, but before she can say anything else, some sort of sound you can only describe as a ‘boom’ rings out across the entire forest. It shakes the train, and you all fall back into your seats. 

“What was that?” Sammy asks shakingly. 

“It sounded like an explosion.” Yasmina answers. 

“Ugh, not again!” Brooklynn whines. 

“I don’t see anything.” Kenji mutters.

“I don’t think it was near us.” Darius asserts. “We’re okay. We’re still okay.” 

Despite his reassurance, the mood isn’t as cheerful as it was before.

“I know camp wasn’t what we thought it was gonna be,” Sammy starts. “But after everything we went through, at least we’re leavin’ this place with six new friends!” 

She stands from her seat, holding her carob juice in the air as she shouts, “To the six of us being best friends for life! Clink!” 

Silence is all that follows. Everyone either outright ignores her or pretends that they hadn’t heard her. You cross your arms and look out of the window.

“Wait, do you guys not see us as friends?” 

“I mean…” Brooklynn sighs. “Doesn’t it usually take more than a few days to become friends with someone?” 

“We were thrown together at random. We have nothing in common.” Yasmina agrees with a deadpan stare. 

Everyone else averts their eyes, yet they don’t correct the two girls. 

“That’s not true!” Sammy insists. “We’ve been through more together than most friends have in a lifetime.”

“And now that it’s over, what are the odds that we’ll ever see each other again?” Ben mutters.

You purse your lips. They were all right. You guys were an odd group. You doubt any of them would want anything to do with one another after this. 

No one else speaks for a while after that.

“Coming up on the right, you’ll see our world-renowned 18-holed, dinosaur-themed golf course. It’s one of the many wonders that makes this park so very Jurassic.” 

“What does that even mean?” Brooklynn huffs, a smile growing on her face.

“I thought I knew,” Darius murmurs. “My whole life, I had this idea of Jurassic World. My dad used to say this place was ‘All-osaurus and a bag of chips’.” A smile stretches across his face, but it disappears just as quickly as it had come. “He was so corny.”

“Um, was?” Ben inquires. “So, your dad is…” 

His silence is enough of an answer for everyone.

“I’m sorry, Darius.” Sammy blurts, before backtracking hastily. “Ugh! ‘Sorry.’ Nice one, Sammy, Ya ding-dong! Like ‘sorry’ could begin to–”

“It’s okay.” Darius interrupts.

“Hey, at least your dad never saw what a dumpster fire this place turned out to be, huh?” Yasmina swats Kenji’s back, glaring at him when he snaps his head towards her. “Ow! What? I meant it’s cool that Darius and his dad were so close. I can count on one hand the number of times me and my dad have done… anything.” 

“Kenji, that’s just real sad.” Sammy frowns.

“Yeah.” Kenji mutters half-heartedly. “Did I mention I have a bowling alley?”

“Dang it.” Ben says from beside you, shaking his fanny pack upside down. “Come on, it’s gotta be here somewhere.” 

“Bumpy stepped in something icky and I’m low on sanitizer.” He explains. When everything pours out of his bag and onto his lap, he grabs the sanitizer and squeezes an unnecessary amount into his hands. “It’s fine. I can make more.”

“Ben, why are you here?” Kenji asks rudely. 

Darius walks forward, quick to correct Kenji’s wording. “What he means is–eh, well, you’re scared of dinosaurs, and the outdoors, and sometimes the indoors, and germs.” 

“Whipped cream for some reason?” Sammy adds.

“The way it moves.” Ben shudders.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. What’s the deal?” Kenji asks bluntly, then his eyes turn to you. “Same with you! I’ve tried guessing how you got here, but I’m all out of ideas.” 

A death stare is the only response he gets at first, but with everyone’s prying eyes, including Ben’s, you relent. 

“I wrote a book.” You answer curtly, face warm with embarrassment. 

There’s an odd silence that follows before Kenji speaks up, eyes wide with interest. 

“And? You can’t leave us hanging, dude.”

“It was just something about Jurassic Park, the one before Jurassic World. The reward for the so-called ‘best story written’ was to get into this camp.” You sigh, regret filling your lungs. “Now I wish I just got a gift card or something.” 

“So you’re a writer?” Ben asks.

“I guess. The only reason I’m here is because I was supposed to get paid afterwards.”

“Ah, money hungry.” Kenji tsks at you. It’s hard to push down the urge to strangle him.

“Did you need money that badly?” Darius asks, a single eyebrow raised. 

You don’t answer either of the boys. It wasn’t any of their business, anyway. With your refusal to respond, everyone takes that as a cue to move on. 

Kenji playfully slaps Ben’s shoulder to get him talking. And with a scoff, he does exactly that. 

“My mom works for Mr. Masrani. She got me into camp. Said it would be a great way for me to ‘face my fears’. It’s been a nightmare! I’m sick of being scared all the time.” He scowls. “And running, and almost getting eaten, and… and holding everyone back.” 

Your eyes finally leave the window, staring at Ben instead. You already know all of this, but his added thoughts pique your interest.

“I just can’t do… this.” 

Bumpy bellows softly, looking up at Ben from her place on the floor.

“But it’s not all bad,” He mutters as he rubs Bumpy’s beak. “If I hadn’t come, I–I never would have met–” 

His words don’t get to leave his mouth. The bus shaking unnaturally, throwing everyone off balance. Everyone gasps at the sudden movement, Darius immediately running to check out the problem. 

You all follow him as he runs through the different compartments of the train until he skids to a stop. Another crash shakes the monorail, and Darius squints as he looks through the glass windows.

“Guys, we gotta turn off the lights!” He shouts suddenly, snatching a flashlight from Kenji’s hands and smashing it against the train lights. 

Everyone watches in concern. It’s only when Darius manages to get a second light snuffed out do you all see where his fear comes from. 

Surrounding the monorail are the Pteranodons that the Indominus had freed. 

“Flying reptiles are basically seabirds.” Darius explains. “They’re attracted to shiny, moving objects, and with all these lights on–” 

“We’re a shiny, moving object!” Sammy whines.

One of the screeching Pteranodons slams onto the top of the train, the glass ceiling cracking at its weight. 

Taking that as a sign, the rest of you hurriedly grab the remaining flashlights, banging them against the lights. Ben, however, grabs at empty air. There weren’t enough flashlights for all of you. 

“What should I do?!” Ben wails.

“Just stay out of the way!” Brooklynn yells.

You grasp Ben’s shoulder, pushing him into a sitting position on the ground and making a ‘stay put’ motion with your free hand. With that out of the way, you rush to smash the surrounding lights.

It’s a hard feat with the train shaking everyone every second. The Pteranodons consistently shove themselves against the moving vehicle. Glass windows cracking anytime the creatures would make contact.

Your head ducks just in time for a beak to emerge from the ceiling. That Pteranodon had almost skewered you. 

Immediately after, Darius pairs everyone up to keep casualties at a minimum. 

“Brooklynn, you’re with Yaz. Y/n, help Ben and Bumpy across!” 

You would complain about getting babysitting duty, but now’s really not the time. So instead you just suck it up.

You practically have to throw Ben across the gangway connection. Even Bumpy is easier to move compared to the boy.

Kenji runs ahead of everyone, opening the doors to each separate train car while everyone else smashes the lights out along the way. Meanwhile, you have the special duty of forcing a human boy to get a move on.

After crossing another gangway, Ben curls up against the train wall, a safe distance from the windows. The train shakes as you’re leading Bumpy across, and you get shoved against the train wall. 

You grunt, holding your shoulder before catching something out of the corner of your eye. 

“Darius!” you hiss, tilting your head towards the window.

The boy follows your gaze, breath hitching at the sight of a wrecked train. It was surrounded by Pteranodons as well, the flames of the wreckage doing nothing to deter the reptiles from picking at its remains.

“Now we know what that boom was earlier.” You muttered, brows furrowed in anxiety.

“I told you–”

“Don’t.” Brooklynn interrupts Kenji, running to the windows in order to get a look at the wrecked train herself.

“If we don’t switch tracks or stop this car right now, we’re gonna hit that thing, full speed!” Darius says, face wrinkled with worry.

“The front car, there’s control panels there!” Kenji points, before rashly bragging. “VIP tour, I was eight, they let me drive.” 

Disregarding Kenji’s boasting, Darius pulls the door leading to the control panel. When it doesn’t budge, however, he becomes distressed.

“No, no, no!”

Everyone makes an attempt at opening the door, or even breaking the small window of the door, but it does nothing. Looking through the tiny window again, Darius appears to realize something as he runs back into the train car. 

“I’m gonna get to the control car through there.” 

And by ‘there’, Darius meant he was going to climb onto the roof through a little shaft on the ceiling, and then drop in through the similar one in the control car. Obviously, everyone thought he was insane.

“You’re gonna what?!” Sammy screams.

“You can’t go out there!” Kenni sputters. “T–that’s where the flying whatevers are!”

“We don’t have a choice!” Darius affirms as he climbs onto one of the empty seats near the shaft. “Me and–” 

He pauses, staring at Ben’s huddled form before correcting his words.

“I’m the only one that can fit.”

Everyone falls to the ground as the monorail tremors. 

Recovering from the fall, Darius calls out to the rest of you. “Distract the flock while I crawl over the top to the control car. Use the flashlights, just keep them away from—”

A squeak from the hatch has you all snapping your heads towards it. You only catch a glimpse of Ben’s legs before he fully pulls himself onto the top of the train. 

“Ben!” Darius shouts, terrified for the boy’s safety. 

Your eyes are wide in confusion. Why would he do that? He’s usually such a coward, not that you can blame him, but this is just so out of character for him. You’re almost worried. 

The shaking of your hands forces you to strengthen your grip, and you can’t convince yourself that you aren’t scared witless. But this time, you’re scared for someone else. 

You push those feelings in the back of your mind, and instead turn your flashlight on and start running opposite of the control car.

Your departure makes Darius pause in his movements. He was going to follow Ben, try to make him turn back, but this was his own decision. Ben was putting his trust in all of you to draw the attention of the Pteranodons away from him. So that’s exactly what you all will do. 

“Come on! We have to keep them away from Ben!” Darius orders, following in your footsteps as he shines his flashlight throughout the dark train. 

Everyone runs across the train, whipping their arms around to draw the Pteranodon’s attention towards them. The glass windows around your group continue to crack with each attack the flying reptiles make on the train. 

The monorail leans to the side as it changes paths, sparks flying with the screeching metal. The wrecked train from before is pushed off the monorail track, the blaze drawing the Pteranodons towards it like moths to a flame. 

Everyone stands in befuddled silence for a minute or two, and then laughter and cheer fill the silence. Finally, the control car’s doors open up to reveal Ben. The boy huffs, short of breath from all the action.

Bumpy races past you all to run up to Ben, her tail thumping against the ground excitedly. You all walk forward, congratulating him on both saving your guy’s butts and overcoming his fears. 

“You saved us, Ben. I didn’t know you had it in you.” Darius smiles.

“So cool.” You whisper, but you’re sure that Ben heard you when he grins your way.

Maybe Sammy was right about the whole friends thing. Perhaps, given the chance, you could grow close to all these people. You won’t have to worry about your parents anymore. You won’t have to worry about getting that money anymore. You won’t even have to worry about getting off this island. 

With Ben’s show of courage, you feel your chest beat abnormally. Man, you really need to ask him about staying in contact after all of this. For the first time since you all got stranded on this island, you felt hope.

So when Ben reaches his hand out, you earnestly go to grab hold of it. But your hands aren’t able to meet when the glass window beside him shatters. 

A Pteranodon bursts through the window, doing the same to the next one as it flies out. Though in doing so, it brings Ben with it. Ben’s hand is pulled away from your own, and in a sudden fit of fondness, you still make a grab for his hand. 

In an instant, you’re almost pulled out of the train car were it not for your free hands grabbing hold of the monorail’s wall. Broken glass lining the frame stabs at your hand, but it doesn’t faze you. The only thing you can focus on is Ben’s tight hold on your wrist.

Ben screams, the Pteranodon adamant about stealing the boy away. You feel as if you’re going to tear in two, and it doesn’t get any better when Ben falls from the Pteranodon’s grip. You slip, knees hitting the ground roughly because of the sudden weight.

You look down at Ben, and you hope he can see the terror in your eyes. Maybe you didn’t make it obvious enough before, but you’d fully admit it now. You cared for him. He was probably the first friend you’ve made in ages. And this is how he was going to die?

When the muscles in your arms start to burn, you move your hand from the wall to the ground, pushing against it to keep yourself upright. But when Ben’s hold on you loosens, you let both your hands grasp onto his. 

With your support gone, you start slipping out of the train; you try to stop yourself from falling out of it, but the weight of the both of you is too much.

Just before you fully fall off the train floor, someone takes hold of your legs and pulls you backwards. The jagged edges of the broken glass dig into your stomach, but when Ben cries your name, the only pain you feel is the burning of your eyes.

You grit your teeth, trying to keep your tears in, but it’s all too much. Ben’s cries, his desperate grip on your wrists, the glass that’s probably embedded into your skin by now, and the way your arms are burning from Ben’s weight. It hurts so much, but you don’t let go. 

You can’t let go of him. You can’t let go of the cowardly kid who’s scared of everything. Who trusted you enough to tell you his life story ages before he told anyone else, who stuck by you anytime he got scared, who you would call your friend if he could hear you over the wind whipping against your ears. 

You don’t want to let go of him, but when has anything ever gone how you wanted it to?

[zafirosreverie]

Someday (Ellie x F!Reader)

first part

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"I'm not going anywhere"

"That would be something new"

Ellie felt a stab in her chest as she watched you limp to the other side of the cave. She hated that you were hurt because of her (both physically and emotionally), and she just wanted to help, but you wouldn't let her get close. She deserved it, she knew that, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Infiltrating Biosin was easy, collecting the evidence she needed was a bit more difficult, having to pretend that your indifference and cold stares didn't hurt her was next to impossible. Everything going terribly wrong was inevitable. Of course, something had to go wrong with dinosaurs involved in the mix, it always did.

She didn't even know how you ended up here, in the bottom of the sanctuary, with the clone girl everyone was looking for, trying not to get eaten by dinosaurs while Ian tried to open the gate. She just wanted it all to end, preferably with you forgiving her.

"Look Malcolm, if an overgrown lizard eats me, I swear I'll come back as a ghost to haunt you for the rest of your days" you growled

"I don't think it would be that different from how much you already annoy me, dear" he told you sarcastically

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him, but deep down you knew he was just as terrified as you were. This wasn't how you wanted to die, you shouldn't even be here, to begin with.

"Get us out of here, Ian!" you yelled

"What do I look like I'm trying? I'm not at a picnic, Y/N!"

You were about to respond with another sarcastic comment when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You didn't even have to turn around to see who it was, the way the woman squeezed your shoulder was too familiar, and Ian's poorly concealed smile told you all you needed.

"I'm fine" you said, pulling away from Ellie "but you better open that damn thing soon, Malcolm!"

He just rolled his eyes and kept trying to find the correct code. At least the dinosaurs seemed to lose interest in you as Alan and the girl pointed torches at them, but that didn't make any of you drop your guard.

"Do you really plan to continue ignoring me?"

"Do you really plan to continue insisting?"

Ellie sighed, but she still sat down on the ground next to you, trying to hide her pain as you backed away a bit more. She didn't know what else she could do. She had screwed up, yes, she had hurt you, she had been a coward and definitely didn't deserve to get you back as a couple, but no one could assure her that she would survive the night and she refused to leave this world with you still hating her.

"I'm really sorry" she said

"I already told you that I don't need or want your apologies, Sattler" you said, ignoring the pain in your ankle "it’s too late for that"

"Then, what do you want from me?"

"Nothing" you answered "not anymore"

The blonde doctor looked at you with pain and despair. It hurt you to see her like that and in a past life, you would have been quick to apologize and comfort her. But that was no longer your life, and your mind reminded you of the pain this woman had caused you. You forced yourself to remember that you didn't deserve to go through that again, not for her or for anyone.

"Can I at least explain it?" she asked

"What is there to explain? You left without looking back, you abandoned me when I did nothing but love you. I don't care about the reasons you had, not anymore, because you can't change what you did or erase the pain I felt" you replied

Ellie looked at you for a moment, wondering what had happened to the lovely, beautiful woman who had been her other half, the one it took her too long to admit she still loved. Her heart broke when she realized, that she had happened, she had changed you, she had broken you.

"You're right" she sighed "I can't change it, and I can't even pretend that I deserve anything less than your hate, even if it hurts...maybe I don't even deserve that from you"

You were a little surprised by her words and turned to look at her. She had her legs braced against her chest and her chin on her knees. She looked terribly sad…defeated. You silently cursed the part of you that still cared for her.

"I don't hate you" you admitted quietly

Ellie scowled at you as you moved a little closer to her, against your better judgment. You knew you shouldn't do it, that it went against everything you had said and done up to that point. But when did you stop being weak for her?

"I don't hate you" you repeated "I screamed, I cried, I cursed your name, I tried to erase your memory, I cried more and then I tried to pretend that you never existed...but I never hated you. Don't get me wrong, I tried. Even now I'm trying to hate you for dragging me into this...but I can't, never could"

The woman smiled a little, even though your words were still full of pain and weren't exactly kind, but at least you were still talking to her. And if she was being honest, knowing you didn't hate her felt…better…a little.

"It's the dinosaurs, right?" she lightly joked

"What?" you blinked

"It's the dinosaurs" she repeated "they make you see things differently... I doubt that in other circumstances you would tell me that you don't hate me"

"I-...yeah" you smiled despite yourself "I guess being on the verge of death changes your perspective"

The two of you fell silent, as the slightly awkward little joke settled between you. Ellie hadn't changed her position, but she looked a little less defeated. You didn't want to think about how much that relieved you.

"...I know not today" she said after a moment "maybe not even in 20 years, but...do you think one day..."

She didn't have to finish the question for you to understand. You had asked yourself that same question for years: could you forgive her? And you always got the same answer.

"Yes" you said, making Ellie look at you hopefully "...someday"

"Someday" she repeated and nodded slowly "I can live with that"

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You can cite me, but you can’t copy me.

I will not write your class essays for you.

If you’re a teacher / professor and you’ve been personally victimized by my essays, I am so sorry that you don’t think I’m funny.

I reserve the right to not take any requests I don’t like or don’t vibe with or feel like I can’t do justice to! I’m also a super busy college student, so if a request is taking a long time to be fulfilled, assume I’m drowning in schoolwork first, and one of the other reasons second!

[writings-of-a-demigod]

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About this blog:

-You will find in my bio if I’m taking requests or not (open or closed) before sending a request. You can send them to my ask box.

-I will try my best to fulfill all the requests on time but please keep in mind that I’m not writing 24/7 because I have work and I might lose my sparkle in writing.

-I won’t maintain tag list, but you can follow and turn the notifications ON so you’ll be notified about new posts.

-I’m working on a masterlist as soon as I can and post a link here. MASTERLIST

-I mainly write GN!Reader inserts. I will not write for OC’s.

-I won’t write smut or anything that could trigger someone and if I ever did, I would put a warning before you read.

-No one has permission to re-post, translate or copy my work anywhere.

-Please keep in mind that I’m still working on my blog and try to make it better.

-Last but not least: Thank You for reading, liking, re-blogs, and comments.

What I Write For:

Brooklyn 99

Supernatural

Percy Jackson

Marvel (Movies & Tv Shows)

Harry Potter

Doctor Who

Criminal Minds

SWAT

Mission Impossible

Good Omens

The Sandman

Once upon a time

Lucifer

Bones

NCIS

John Wick

Jurassic Park & World

The Umbrella Academy

Leverage

[cow-boy000]

I think I should start writhing fan-fiction but I’m hesitant.

I mean, as far as I’m aware it’s not that different from, say, an essay for example. I also like to think I wright a lot already, I monologue endlessly in my head so I should at least consider putting it down on paper. In Austin Kleon’s “How to steal like an artist” he gives the reader an example from his childhood to illustrate the idea of “writhing what you want to read”.

He says that when he was about 10 years old, the first Jurassic park movie came out. He liked the film so much that he ended up drafting a follow up to the story. He liked the world so much he decided to expand on it, he later acknowledged that nowadays it would be called making fan fiction.

I already expand and explore most of the media I come in contact with. Creating stories where I insert myself and see how my presence would impact and affect the story at hand. Would the characters go through the necessary steps for their personal development? Would the course of the story change simply because I was there? Even if I didn’t interact with them? My ability to internalize and adopt characters personalities makes it all the more easier to predict and imagine their reactions to non canonical situations.

My issue however is that, although I have a lot of ideas and am capable of putting said Ideas into words, I find my way of writhing to be almost dramatic. It sounds like I’m taking myself too seriously, but it’s a very literal translation to what I think in my head. So what can I do? Do I change my way of thinking and adapt to a more standard way of processing my thoughts? Or do I learn to pass my writhing through a filter? I can’t help but feel sort of cringy when reading the things I wright. It irks me.

What do I do?