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Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert)
Chapter 5: Things Fall Apart
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It was a bright morning when you awoke from a restless slumber. Your sleep felt as if it only lasted a few minutes before your body unwillingly thrust you into the day.
Your hand immediately went to the nightstand beside you, seeking your glasses. When the search proved fruitless, you finally opened your crust-filled eyes to seek them out with your less than average vision.
It was only when you recognized Dariusâs soft snores did you remember what happened to your glasses. Thinking about it now, perhaps you could have kept them? Though you quickly shoved those thoughts away with logic.Â
Not only would the cracks strain your vision and lead to headaches, but it also risked the pieces loosening and falling straight into your eyes. It was the safer option to just throw them out. After all, you werenât blind without them or anything.Â
Rubbing the crusts out of your eyes, you made your way to the bathroom. Doing your daily routine of washing your face with a clean washcloth, before pushing any stray hairs away from your damp face.Â
Staring at the mirror with half-lidded eyes, you decided it wouldnât hurt to take a shower. You were still wary of the mud beneath your fingernails, and possibly elsewhere. Of course, you took a shower not long after your conversation with Darius; although it was a quick one filled with thundering thoughts.
Itâd be nice to have a shower with music and not just your thoughts to fill your mind. Though youâd have to ask Brooklynn if you could borrow her phone if you wanted to listen to any music. And though you had grown closer to her, you still wouldnât speak with her of your own free will.
And so you had a shower with nothing but your thoughts to occupy your mind.
By the time you finish your shower, it seemed Darius had finally woken up. Given the fact he had just barged into the lounge while shouting a greeting. He sure slept in a lot despite being a so-called dinosaur enthusiast.
You sat next to Ben, who offered a crayon to you. With a confused glance, you took it before your eyes lowered to what was taking up his attention. He was coloring in those kiddie drawing pages. You joined him with a shrug.
âNot in a âwhoo-hooâ mood this morning, Darius.â Kenji addressed him as he leaned back in a wheeled computer chair. âNot after yesterday. Trekking through a rainstorm will do that.â
Ben momentarily stops coloring to argue, âWe only had to walk because you crashed our gyrosphere.âÂ
When Kenji meets his eyes with a glare, Ben squeaks before leaning backwards behind Dariusâs standing form.
Darius ignores the obvious tension and instead focuses on the positives. âBut todayâs a new day! Kayak day!â He said excitedly.
As he passed by Sammy and Yasmina, he continued to rant about how exciting it would be to kayak alongside dinosaurs. Though you werenât too excited considering how riding along with them in the gyrospheres went.Â
Darius pauses his ranting as his eyes search the lounge room. âWait, where are Dave and Roxie?âÂ
âThe babysitters took off early and left this,â Kenji says angrily as he uses the chair to glide over to Darius and slap a sticky note onto his chest.
Darius reads the note aloud. âBRB. Gotta go. Boss-talk. BB. Later. Smiley face. Is that a dinosaur emoji with a thumbs up?â It was quite apparent who wrote it.Â
âItâs Dave talk. Roxie translated on the back.â Kenji huffed.
Turning the note around, Darius read the note once more. âWe have to go talk to our boss. Stay inside until we return. Draw, bond, whatever. The radioâs set for channel six in case you need us. Stay inside, stay inside. Do not leave. Kenji, looking at you.â Darius chuckles.
âSorry for the kidâs menus, itâs all Dave had...â Darius finished as he turned around to stare at the kiddie menus.Â
Kenji complained about how the counselors didnât consider how old they all were.
âI mean, when was the last time you saw a crayon?â Kenji questioned no one in particular.Â
Ben happily turns the paper he was working on around to showcase a crude drawing of him and Bumpy. You barely held back a snicker at his proud smile.Â
Yasmina hummed pointedly, âI have notes.â
âYasmina!â Sammy shoved her playfully with a giggle.
The double doors draw everyoneâs attention as Brooklynn aggressively slammed them open.
âWhatâs new on the internet, superstar?â Yasmina addressed her. With her crossed arms and scowl obviously present on her face, you couldnât help but grimace at whatever was to come.
âI wouldnât know. Because when I went to get my phone from its charger, it wasnât there!â She said, her voice a touch away from a shout. Scratch that, she was definitely shouting. Damn. The things technology does to societyâŚ
âSomeone stole my phone.â She declared.Â
Yasmina dismissed her accusation with a sigh. âBrooklynn, who hasnât had your phone?â
âI-I needed to check the weather last nightâŚâ Ben stuttered.
âDr. Sattler posted a new column on microfossils yesterdayâŚâ Darius held his hands behind his back.
â... too good to miss the selfie opp, but I havenât used it since then, I swear!â Kenji admitted with a smile. His words mixed with Dariusâs as everyone scrambled to defend themselves.
Brooklynn rolls her eyes in disappointment, though her gaze ends up locking onto Sammy.
âI⌠havenât seen it either.â Sammy said nervously when Brooklynnâs stare didnât waver.
âReally?â Brooklynn almost growled.
Darius stepped in before the fighting got out of hand. âHey, hey, itâs okay! Since weâre not kayaking till later, weâll have plenty of time to look for the phone.âÂ
However, it appeared his attempt at defusing the situation didnât satisfy Brooklynn in the slightest.Â
âOh, I think I know exactly where to look.â She spoke with confidence as she strolled up to Sammy.
âI also think that whoever took the phone might be trying to hide some of the things that are on it.â With a single brow raised, she glowered at the girl sitting before her. âWhat do you think, Sammy?âÂ
âUm, what?âÂ
Yasmina jumped to defend her. âWhat is your deal? Sammy said she didnât touch it! Ever think you might have just lost the stupid thing?âÂ
While it was really none of your business, you sided with Sammy too. Brooklynn wasnât making any sense, and despite you becoming closer with her yesterday, you felt that logic overpowered that closeness.Â
âYasminaâs right. What reason would Sammy have to steal your phone?â Ben briefly distracted you by snatching the crayon you were holding. You didnât mind, you donât feel like drawing anymore.
A flash of betrayal crosses Brooklynnâs face, while a prideful smirk grows on Yasminaâs.Â
âSee? Youâre just making random accusations over a phone, of all things.âÂ
Brooklynnâs brows furrowed as she hummed sarcastically. âWell, letâs check her bags and test that theory out.â She made her way towards Sammyâs belongings before Yasmina blocked her pathway.
âYou do not get to go through anyoneâs stuff. I donât care how famous you think you are!âÂ
Sammy held a pained face as she tried to talk to Brooklynn. âI didnât-âÂ
Darius, once again the peacemaker, interrupted before a full-on fight could break out. âBrooklynn, guys, come on! We canât be this upset over phones. Letâs make the most of this incredible opportunity! This is Jurassic World! Itâsâitâsââ
A roar interrupts him before he can finish. The camp goes still in silence as everyone processes what they all just heard.
âWhat was that?â Brooklynnâs eyes bounced around the room as if the roar had come from within it.
âUm, a T. Rex?â Kenji guesses.
Darius shakes his head. âMm-mm. I donât think so.â
âThen what kind of dinosaur does it sound like?â Ben asks, though itâs in vain considering everyone is running to the balcony to see the culprit of the roar.Â
He says something else, but youâre not sure what it is as you rush towards the balcony to get a look.Â
âWhereâs it cominâ from?â Sammy pushes her dark hair out of her face. Sheâs outright avoiding Brooklynnâs death stare by looking at everything but her.
âCanât see anything from here. The trees are blocking everything.â Yasmina answers.
âMaybe theyâre moving a new dino from the lab to another enclosure.â Darius gasps. âWe can probably see it from the observation tower! Could be cool.â He grins.
Sammy pushes herself away from Brooklynnâs hard stare and grabs hold of Dariusâs forearm. âWow, thatâs a great idea, Darius! What are we waiting for?âÂ
With Sammy rushing the lot of you into the elevator that leads to the bottom floor, you canât help but feel uneasy.Â
Thereâs just too many things going on. First Brooklynn accuses Sammy of all people of stealing her phone, and now there might be a dinosaur out and about the camp?Â
The second one youâre less surprised about. It was plain to see with the compy on the first day that these people obviously didnât know how to handle these prehistoric creatures. Although you hoped no problems would arise during your stay, it seems you really couldnât hope for anything these days.
The first, however, youâre still confused about. If you were going to accuse anyone of stealing Brooklynnâs phone, it would be Kenji. And even then heâd probably do it more so in a teasing manner, like those boys who shut girlâs chromebooks in school and such. You didnât think heâd outright steal it or anything. But you truly couldnât understand how Sammy made her way to the top of Brooklynnâs suspect list. And with the other things Brooklynn said, you were even more confused.Â
With a sigh, you decided that thinking about it with such little context would go nowhere. For now, you could only hope to satiate your curiosity about one thing; the roar. And then, hopefully, Dave and Roxie would come back and scold you all for leaving, despite their instructions. Then youâd all either kayak anyway, or youâd all be sentenced to staying within the camp grounds. Which you didnât really mind. But like you said, you couldnât hope for much nowadays.Â
That statement echoed inside your mind as you watched the two (supposedly) strongest campers struggle with the blue gate blocking your guysâ entrance to the observation tower.Â
Your disappointment grew with each time Yasmina and Kenji shoved their weight into the metal gate.Â
âItâs locked.â Kenji stated, and you couldnât help the snicker that escaped you. Kenjiâs gaze snaps to you, and you turn your head away with a deadpan expression.
Luckily, Ben draws his attention away from you before he can get too offended. âOh, wow. Guess we canât get in. We should all go back before someone comes along and we get in trouble.âÂ
While looking at Benâs retreating form, Kenji seems to notice the lack of the security. âWait, where is everybody?âÂ
Everyone spares a glance around as he continues. âUh, thereâs usually someone around.âÂ
For once, Kenji is right. And your chest tightens in unease. Something was going on, yet without the camp counselors that were supposed to be responsible with you all, you had no means of knowing what was going on.
Your brows furrowed, and you remembered something. Wasnât there a walkie talkie that Roxie and Dave left your group to communicate with? That would be really helpful right about now. You could tell the responsible adults (who never seemed to fit into their role) what you all heard, and also find out what was going on.Â
As you solidified your reasoning, your shoes did a 180 as you turned around to head back to camp. You guys werenât getting into the observation tower, no matter how big Kenji said his muscles were. Might as well get some info.Â
âIf weâre doing this,â Brooklynn says as she pulls out a Bobby pin from her hair. âThen we might as well do this.âÂ
Wait what?
In a matter of seconds, Brooklynn swings the metal door open. âTa-da!âÂ
Why did Brooklynn have to be so good at everything? It was times like this that you wished you couldâve gone back to a time before your parentâs pity parties. If it werenât for their lack of responsibility, you wouldnât even be here right now.
âYou coming, Dino-buddy?âÂ
Dariusâs voice pulled you away from your thoughts, his hand resting on your forearm. He seemed hesitant to grip your arm with any actual strength.
âMaybe theyâd rather go back to the camp? Yâknow, itâs just the safest option. I bet they understand that.â Ben dragged you into his anxious precautions.Â
You could go back and get in contact with some adults, but where have adults gotten you so far? On a dinosaur filled island with a bunch of people you have nothing in common with. Itâs a little too obvious what your choice was.
âNo, Iâm coming.â You forcefully tugged your arm out of Dariusâs grip and began trudging towards the now open observation tower gate.Â
Darius and Ben shared a look before following your form.
At the top of the observation, everyone panted out of exhaustion, admittedly even you. Now, you didnât run or anything like that; you donât enjoy putting in more work than necessary. Letâs just say that Jurassic World needs to consider adding a lift to this tower of theirs.Â
Your groupâs panting paused as a rumbling overtook the silence of the island. It almost sounded like footsteps.
âThereâs something out there,â Brooklynn whispered.
âSomething big.â Darius added.
You all stood in anxious anticipation as the crashing footsteps got closer and closer. It was only when a brachiosaurus came into view as it bellowed that you all let out a relieved sigh. Some more out of disappointment than relief.
From his previous crouching position on the floor beside you, Ben stood up. âOoh! Mystery solved. Guess we should head back now.â
However, Darius seemed less than satisfied. âBut that doesnât make any sense. Brachiosauruses donât roar like that.âÂ
You had to agree on that one, both from what you know and research youâve done. Brachiosauruses only let out those low bellows. There was another dinosaur, but where?
Your lips pursed in agitation as Darius gave a bad impression of a brachiosaurus bellow to prove his point.
âDidnât quite catch that. Uh, one more time?â Kenji razzed.Â
The sound of shouting from below immediately took your guysâ attention. Two men ran up to the base of the observation tower and yelled nonsensical words at your little group.
They were little blurs to you, because of the distance, but you could tell they were upset.Â
âWe should probably get down. Roxieâs going to throw a fit.â You didnât include Dave because he didnât seem to mind much when you all were in danger.Â
Darius glanced at you and nodded. âYeah, but they seem really adamant about something.âÂ
Your jaw clenched as your gaze met his. âWhat do you think theyâre adamant about, Darius? Weâre not supposed to be up here.âÂ
His eyes widened at your tone. âOkay, what is up with everyone today?âÂ
âI told you weâd get in trouble!â Ben wailed, gripping the railing as he stared down at the men.
âYouâre gonna have to speak up!â Kenji shouted at the men. You wondered why he thought they could hear him when your group of 7 couldnât hear a single word they were saying.
With a screech that only vaguely resembled its usual bellows, the brachiosauruses suddenly fell behind the trees it was grazing.Â
Your heads snapped to the sudden movement, and varying cries of surprise rang out across your bunch. Only a heavy silence followed.
Despite the event, the men below were undeterred. Instead, they kept yelling. If it werenât for your blurry vision, maybe you couldâve expected what happened next. Or maybe you should have, despite it. After all, itâs a bad idea to make so much noise after a humongous dinosaur like the brachiosaurus got taken down.
Either way, the menâs bodies ended up as stains on the ground below. The only indicator that they didnât just suddenly implode was the blurry white, almost gray blur hovering over their corpses.Â
You couldnât even identify the creature. You wanted to blame that on your lack of glasses, but youâve never seen, nor heard of a dinosaur like the one beneath you.Â
It didnât even eat them. Their mangled corpses were still visible. At least the red of their corpses was. That was the biggest blur out of all. Just red.Â
âWhat is that?â Yasmina muttered, her voice barely audible against the wind.
Ben grabbed your shoulder as he screamed, âIt got him! It got him!â His eyes were wide with terror.Â
You could hardly imagine what this scene might look like to those with better vision. To the rest of them, these arenât blurs, these are living creatures. Or at least two of them were living creatures.Â
âDr. Wuâs lab!â Brooklynn gasped. âThere was a dinosaur. In--â
âIndominus Rex.â Sammy whispered.
Brooklynn turned to her with raised brows. âHow do you know that name?âÂ
Sammy stayed silent.Â
Darius stammered. âBut thereâs no dinosaur named--â
âThereâs no time. We need to leave.â Sammy said with a serious voice. Which you never expected to hear from someone like her.
âNow, now, now! We have to go!â she hurried.
Kenji pushed against the stair railing as he leaned away from the edge of the tower. âUp here is safe, down there isnât. Besides, this high up, itâs not like Whatever-Rex can even see us.âÂ
The so-called Indominus Rex certainly had better vision than you, because once its head turned towards the tower, it let out a roar as it came stomping closer.
Kenji just had to say something.
With a flick of its head, the blue gate that you all had been stuck in front of became a maimed jumble of metal bars.Â
The tower shook as the creature attempted to climb up with terrifying intensity. You all yelped and grabbed a hold of anything around you to keep your grounding. Apparently, for Ben, your left leg appeared to be quite grounding.Â
If it werenât for the situation at hand, youâd have asked him why he trusted you enough not to kick him off and leave him to the wolves. Or dinosaur, in this case. Was it even a dinosaur, though? It couldnât be anything else, especially with Brooklynn and Sammyâs little exchange.
Dr. Wuâs lab? Indominus Rex? What the hell was going on today? You couldnât think on it any longer though, because the very structure keeping your group safe above the ground was crumbling from the weight of this monstrous dinosaur.Â
Normally you wouldnât call any dinosaur a monster, a circle of life and all. But this one was a special case.Â
Screaming filled the air as you all tumbled about, balance thrown off by the constant motion of the tower. In only a few seconds, Sammy had fallen over the railing, her savior being Yasminaâs quick reaction.Â
âSammy!â she yelled.Â
Seeing her vulnerable state, the creature briefly paused its climbing and opened its jaws impossibly wide. Mouth snapping with each desperate swing of Sammyâs body. It even jumped a bit to meet her halfway, as if she was a little toy dangling just out of reach.Â
You pulled yourself out of these thoughts as Darius grabbed ahold of Sammyâs forearm and reminded yourself that one of your fellow campers was literally dangling from the edge of the observation tower.Â
You grabbed her right arm, and not too soon after, you all pulled Sammy from the railing with the help of the rest of the camp. And though she almost fell back because of the creature below ramming itself into the tower, she quickly regained her bearings as she pulled herself up and over the railing.Â
âThe zip line. Go, go, go!â Darius pointed.Â
Brooklynn and Kenji shoved Ben into the seat first. Ben yapped at the sudden push.Â
With another swing of its head, the tower shook again because of the dinosaurâs assault.Â
âI canât! I canât! I canât!â Ben wailed as he relentlessly attempted to buckle the zip pine belt across his torso.Â
With everything going on, you knew it was only natural to panic over little things such as this, especially someone like Ben. But you couldnât help but get a bit agitated at his continuous whining.Â
âHere!â you barked, grabbing his hands and forcing them together as the belt let out a satisfying click. With the belt locked on, the seat automatically turned and moved at an excruciatingly slow pace.Â
Kenji, seemingly at a similar level of doneness as you, pulled Benâs chair backwards and shoved it forwards with a force that youâre ashamed to say impressed you.Â
Ben screamed the whole time, but he appeared to have a safe descent. However, you couldnât say the same to the rest of your group.Â
With the dinosaurâs relentless attacks on the tower, the rest of you were hurrying to get into the zipline seats. Sammy, Kenji, and Brooklynnâs seats all bumped into Benâs as he suddenly came to a stop.Â
You could hear them all yelling, and it only got louder as your seat came at theirs at full speed. You gripped the seat bar tightly and held your head away so you wouldnât bump it against the bar like Kenji.Â
You and Brooklyn yelped as you two collided.Â
âSorry.â You whispered. She only looked at you with conflicted eyes.
âBen, what did you do?â Kenji accused.
âNothing! It just stopped!â Ben cried out.
Hearing more shouting from behind you, you turned your head and immediately regretted it.
Darius was hanging off Yasmina and her seat, and they were coming at you all, full throttle.Â
You wouldâve screamed if the collision didnât happen sooner than you expected. Luckily, Darius and Yasminaâs risky decision making got you all moving again.Â
âItâs working! Itâs working!â Darius shouted.
So this was one of those crazy plans of his? You had to admit; they came in clutch.Â
You quickly took back that statement when the wire you all were zip lining on went slack, and the chairs detached from it. However, the chairs werenât the only things that had detached, the seat belts keeping you in the seats had automatically released as well. Leaving you all to plummet to the ground below.
Though in retrospect, that was a good thing, at least now your bunch wonât break any bones under the weight of the seats.
At least thatâs something youâd think about if you didnât black out before you could even hit the tree line. Suppose it was a convenient thing to happen, since you didnât get to feel the way your body aggressively hit the ground.Â
Or at least you believe it did. You couldâve gently floated all the way down like some sort of holy being for all you know. But you know fully that something like that isnât possible. Mercy isnât something granted to those on Isla Nublar.
Youâre certain thatâs true when you come to and all you can feel is pain. Itâs almost a guarantee that youâre gonna have some bruises later. Possibly a concussion if youâve run out of your bit of luck.Â
Youâre still trying to recover from the rough fall when your body is violently shaken by no other than Ben. Not only that, but heâs muttering your name in this pathetic tone like you just died. You almost wish you did if it stopped you from experiencing this nightmare.
âIâm fine.â His hands donât move from their place on your shoulders and youâre forced to shrug them off. âAnd stop that.â
He huddles closer to you as you look around, noticing the rest of the group conversing.Â
âStop what?â Your head turns, and heâs right in your face.Â
With a jolt, you bring your hands to his chest and force him away from you.Â
âBeing so touchy!âÂ
With eyes like a kicked puppy, he apologizes. However, he doesnât stop despite your complaints. He still keeps himself uncomfortably close to you, shoulders hunched and eyes searching for the monster from earlier. He shows some understanding and stands farther than he was before, at least.Â
Although even as you walk over to the rest of the group, he refuses to be more than half a foot away from you.Â
âThe observation tower was that way? Or was it that way? IâŚâ Brooklynn sighs.Â
A hand grabs your shoulder and youâre just about at your limit with Ben. Though when you turn around to scold him once more, it turns out to be your alleged dino-buddy, Darius.Â
âAre you okay?â He asks, eyes searching your form for any visible injuries from the fall.Â
âYeah.â You say curtly. You watch out of the corner of your eye as Darius chews his lips anxiously, and you almost apologize.
Before youâre able to, Darius is patting his chest for something, and then his eyes widen and he searches his clothes for something unseen.Â
âWhereâsâNo, no.â He whimpers. âMy necklace, I left it in my bunk!âÂ
A roar rings out across the forest, causing your group to huddle together in fear.Â
âWeâve got slightly bigger problems thanââ
Another roar, this time sounding closer than before.Â
âWe have to run now!â Sammy warns.
You wish you had picked up exercising as a hobby. Maybe then this whole experience would be easier on you.Â
âEverything will be fine when we get back to camp,â Darius huffs as he runs.
You wish you could agree, but when you all finally get to campgrounds, itâs all just a pile of broken wood on the ground.
Thereâs a solemn atmosphere surrounding you all as you explore the wreckage.
âDave, Roxie, the other workers, they mustâve all gotten away!â Sammy says positively.
âNot all of them.â Ben gasps as he retreats from a flipped jeep.
With a grimace, he returns to your side shakingly. Itâs easy to assume that he regrets his attempt at searching the debris.Â
When he reaches out to hold your arm, you donât stop him this time. Only because youâre sure whatever he saw wasnât pretty.Â
âHello?â Yasmina talks into the walkie-talkie left for you by Roxie and Dave. The same one you almost came back for.Â
Youâre not sure if youâre happy that you didnât come back to camp or not. On one hand, you mightâve been able to call for help. On the other, youâre not sure when the dinosaur from before had wrecked the place.Â
It couldâve been right after you all left, which wouldâve left you and Ben at the dinosaurâs mercy. And based on what it did to the brachiosaurus and those men, youâre certain it has none.Â
Or it couldâve destroyed camp after you guys fell. Youâre not sure how long you were out for. You just canât help but wonder if youâve made the right choice or not. Could you have called for help? Or would trying to do so only put you and Ben in danger?Â
Well, the what-ifs donât matter. Either way, the fact is, you and your fellow campers are on their own.
âGive me my phone!â Brooklynn suddenly shouts as she runs up to Sammy
The girl in question raises her head. âWhat?â
âI donât care about you sneaking into Dr. Wuâs lab, I donât care about whatever you did with the skin samples you took from the sinoceratopsââ Brooklynnâs rant is cut off by the rest of the confused campers. However, she ignores the rest of you in favor of continuing her tirade.Â
âI donât even care that you stole it now! All I want to do is call for help! Where is it?â She cried in exasperation.
Sammy was silent for only a second before she shook her head in confusion. âI donât know what youâre talkinâ about.â She walked away from Brooklynn and towards the rest of the group as she continued. âSkin samples? Sneaking into labs? You made up some crazy thing in your own dang head!âÂ
âBack off!â Yasmina yelled. âNot everything revolves around you and your phone!âÂ
The two came face to face as the arguing carried on.
âIt isnât Sammyâs fault you lost it!âÂ
 Ben intercepted worriedly. âWould you guys please keep it down?! Thereâs a big--â
âA big, scary dinosaur?â Kenji cut him off. âOf course thereâs a big, scary dinosaur! Thereâs always a big scary dinosaur.âÂ
âDonât get mad at him just because heâs right!â You didnât mean to, but you jumped to defend Ben from the likes of Kenji.Â
âYouâre always such a big-mouthed jerk!â Ben adds with furrowed brows.
âGive it back!â Brooklynn yells at Sammy.
âBack off!â Yasmina shouts.
Kenji fumbles for a comeback. âYeah? Well, at least I donât play with crayons!âÂ
âWith your maturity level, Iâd expect you to!â You canât help but shout.
âWhat is your problem with me? Iâm trying to get us all out of this mess!â Brooklynn asks desperately.Â
âI didnât lie to you about it!â Samny defends herself.
âJust stop!â Brooklynn screams.Â
âWell, my dadââ Kenjiâs interrupted as Ben yells.
âMoney isnât going to help us out of this! No oneâs getting out of here! We just saw people get eaten!â He says, weariness overtaking him. âWeâre alone, weâre defenseless.â
He brings his knees to his chest and holds them close as he finishes. âWeâre dead.â
The rest of the group scoffs and walks off. And while you wished to do the same, you couldnât bring yourself to.
Instead, you sit next to Ben and put a hesitant hand on his back. He doesnât react verbally, but you can tell that he appreciates it.Â
âWeâre not giving up.â Darius says firmly.Â
Everyoneâs head turns to look at him in bewilderment.Â
âI get it. Itâs scary. This wasnât how it was supposed to be.â He sighs. âThings arenât always gonna go your way. Life is messy and sometimesâŚâÂ
Everyone comes closer as Darius goes on.Â
â... things fall apart.â
He smiles. âBut thatâs okay because when that happens, we pick up the pieces and keep going. And we never give up.âÂ
Your companions stand in silence before Brooklynn breaks it reluctantly.
âWhat about your necklace?âÂ
âItâs not important. Iâve got the memories right here.â Darius touched his chest as he beamed.
âWhat are we supposed to do?â Yasmina asks.
âGo south to the park. Get help. And the only way weâll make it is if we do it together.â He asserts. âWeâre a team or weâre nothing at all.âÂ
Ben holds up a finger as he argues. âOr, you know, we donât go back into the jungle.â
âYou can wait for the negligent babysitters, but Iâm with Darius.â Kenji states.
âWait, really?â Darius raises a brow.
âDude, thereâs no way I survived a dinosaur attackâŚâÂ
Ben yelps when a board of wood falls right in front of Kenji.
â... only to be taken out by cheap camp debris. Kenji ainât goinâ out like that.âÂ
Kenji walks, dragging Darius along as he concludes. âWeâre going south. The rest of you coming or what?â
âIâm in.â Brooklynn decides as she begins to follow the two.
âWeâre in, too.â Yasmina makes the decision for her and Sammy as she slings an arm around the girl.
âMe too.â You say tersely.Â
Ben holds his hands up to argue, but with your added contribution, he just whines and runs after you lot.
âItâs just one dinosaur.â He utters continuously. Whether it was to console himself or to remind you all, you couldnât be sure.
And so your horrible Jurassic adventure begins, or maybe Cretaceous would be more accurate. Either way, something new is starting and youâre not sure youâre going to like it.
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through the hourglass 279. brb x oc
a/n: short because I WANNA WRITE THE DOUBLE SMUT NOW NOW NOW (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)
pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: none uwu
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When he was young, around eleven, he remembers his mother took him to a mom and pop diner by Richmond. He had left soccer practice, it was raining and his birthday was going to be on the very next day butâŚthings happened and his mother couldnât prepare a party for him.
So they went into this diner as a storm poured down violently, he sat down and the two shared a cupcake with colorful star sprinkles. It wasnât what she planned, she told him then, but she hoped heâd like it.
And he was so happy.
Just like now.
He was sitting on a chair, surrounded by his family and Beaâs family, his daughter was trying her best to get used to the birthday crown on her head while trying to follow her bigger cousinsâ footsteps around the garden - they covered the pool for this so there was no danger of anyone falling into it. Bianca was kind enough to hold Nicoleâs little hand as they walked around, trying to involve her into the game.
He turns the beer bottle in his hand, his sunglasses low on his nose and he feels Beatriceâs hands coming on his shoulders. He tilts his head back only to see her face upside down, smiling at him, âHey.â she says, âHowâs Hangman doing on the grill?â
Rooster tilted his head to where the blonde pilot was, then pursed his lips, âI mean,heâs from Texas, so heâs gotta be good at it. Iâm taking my good olâ time enjoying myself.â
âAs you should.â she says, kissing his forehead, âYou need anything?â
Rooster turned his attention back to Beatrice, who was now crouched down beside him. He flashed a warm smile at her. "I'm good for now, Bea. The grill's in capable hands with Hangman, and everything's going smoothly. How are you holding up? Everything alright with our little party planner?"
Beatrice chuckled and leaned closer to him, her sunglasses reflecting the vibrant atmosphere. "I'm just making sure everything runs smoothly, but it's been great so far. I'm happy to see you enjoying yourself, Roos." She glanced over to where Nicole was still trying to navigate the birthday party "And it looks like Nicole is having fun with her cousins."
He followed Beatrice's gaze to their daughter, watching as she took tiny, determined steps with Bianca guiding her. "Yeah, she's doing great, isn't she?" he mused, his heart swelling with pride. "...she doesnât have any idea what to do and thatâs adorable."
Beatrice smiles with both hands on his arm. "It is,isnât it?â she looks back inside to where she sees Shells carrying a box of stuff to the counter, âIâm going to help Shells." She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
âHelp?â he moves to stand up but Beatrice stops him and he notices sheâs wearing that dress. The dress she wore during the barbecue.The white one with little yellow flowers, the one that made her look like a fairy.
âDonât worry,â she turns around and the skirt flutters like magic, âIâll be alright, stay seated. Itâs your birthday too,Roos.â
Rooster nodded as he watched Beatrice go inside to lend Shells a hand, admiringâŚthat dress and quickly moving his gaze away when he remembered that,oh, he was not alone in this area right now and this could easily be awkward!!
Inside, Beatrice blinked when Shells placed the box down and leaned against it to regain her breathing, âShells, whatâs that?â
âListen,â her friend holds up a hand, still regaining her breath, âYour daughter is like,â she moves her hand faster, âLike my niece even though we arenât related so,I thought, what do one year olds like? And I was like âwell Nikki is smarter than a normal one year oldâ so I had to search more.â
"Alright, Shells, you've got my attention. What's in the box?" Beatrice inquired, unable to contain her curiosity crossing her arms.
Shells took a deep breath and held up a hand in a dramatic gesture, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Nikki, is growing up, and we can't let her birthday go by without something special. I did some research â well, quite a lot, actually â and I found the perfect gift for her."
Beatrice's eyes widened as she realized what Shells was hinting at. "YouâŚyou researched?â
Shells nodded vigorously, her enthusiasm obvious. "Yes! And it's not just any present, Bea. It's something that she'll love and can enjoy as she grows. I had to make sure it was the best choice for our little genius."
Beatrice laughs in disbelief, shaking her head before approaching the box. "Shells,I didn't expect you to do that. You really didn't have to. You couldâve given her anything that sheâd loved it."
Shells shrugged and smiled. "Well, yeah sure but thatâs boring- no offense toâŚanyone who did give her that though. Plus, I couldn't resist getting something special for her."
âAlrightâŚsoâŚwhat is it?âÂ
Shells was vibrating with excitement, slowly opening the cardboard box, âBehold.â
As Shells carefully opened the cardboard box, she revealed the contents inside. Beatrice leaned closer, her curiosity growing as she peered inside to see the special gift her friend had chosen for Nicole's first birthday.
With an eager flourish, Shells lifted a beautifully wrapped package from the box. The wrapping paper was adorned with colorful animals and vibrant balloons, making it perfect for a one-year-old's celebration. The package was neatly tied with a bright red ribbon, creating a captivating contrast to the pattern on the paper.
Beatrice couldn't help but smile at the thought and effort Shells had put into selecting and presenting the gift. "Wow, Shells, you really went all out."
Shells chuckled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I wanted to make it special, Bea. She's turning one, after all. It's a significant milestone. And this is just the wrapping.â she places it in Beaâs hands, âAll yours.â
She gently tugged at the ribbon, untying the bow, and carefully unwrapped the present. The moment the wrapping paper fell away, Beatrice's eyes widened in pleasant surprise at the sight of the gift.
Beatrice pulled out an assortment of vibrant, plush toys, each featuring different patterns and textures. There were soft, crinkly fabric animals that would catch Nicole's attention, a small, squeaky rubber duck that was perfect for bath time, and even a miniature xylophone with colorful keys that looked like it could make an enticing sound.
Beatrice couldn't help but laugh in sheer delight at the eclectic mix of baby toys. "Shells, this is amazing! Nikki is going to have so much fun with all of these." she pauses, âAnd soâŚchaoticâŚâ
Shells clapped her hands together, beaming with pride. "I know,right!It has a bit of everything to stimulate her senses."
Beatrice carefully examined each toy, feeling the soft textures, squeezing the duck, and even tapping on the tiny xylophone keys. "You really thought of everything, Shells.Thank you so much!â
Shells waved off her gratitude, still grinning widely. "No need to thank me. Well, no, thank me because I thought of this and I was like, woah. Woah." she props her hands on her waist then tilts her head, âI also chugged four energy drinks on the way over,Iâm like, buzzinâ.â
â...why did you-â
âBabes, Iâm just in the vibes, you know.â
She did not know and honestly was worried to ask. âUmâŚshould I call���Bob?I know you two came in separate cars and he got here first,soâŚâ
âNaaahh, itâs fine.â
âYou sure?â
âYup.â
Beatrice blinks, then points down the hallway, âYou remember where the guest room isâŚright? If you need to lie down.â
Shells chuckled, her energy level seemingly unaffected by the energy drinks she'd consumed. "Oh, I'll be just fine, Bea. I came prepared for a day of celebration, and nothing's going to slow me down. Not even caffeine."
Beatrice couldn't help but just give Shells a worried smile, her friend was a force of nature, and couldnât be stopped most of the time. "Alright, just remember you can take a break anytime you need one. The party is going to be a full day of fun."
Shells raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms dramatically. "I am the party. The party never takes a break!"
âThat is very worri-â but Shells leaves before Beatrice could continue, â-someâŚanyway.â she shakes her head, walking to the living room where the rest of the gifts are. The ones on the couches are Nicoleâs andâŚshe was running out of room. She chewed her lower lip, tilting her head this way and that trying to figure out where sheâd fit in the whole chaos of toys that Shells gave her.
She finds a little nook close to the arm, leaning forward and pushing the gift into it, groaning a bit before lifting herself back up again. âOkay! Thatâs fine.âshe looks at the coffee table where Roosterâs gifts are, they are smaller ones and they donât take that much space. âJesus, itâs so weird how minimalist we become as adults.â
She then makes a mental note of what she should do next, furrowing her brows then snapping her fingers, âLemonade.â she hears music playing outside followed by the kids laughing, everything was going well. âLemonade,lemonade.âÂ
As she steps into the kitchen, she blinks when she sees Michael there, checking the fridge, âMike?â her brother looks up with a beer bottle on his mouth, âWhat are you doing? Iâm not going to put the cake outside yet, the grill is still going,â she frowns, then swats his hand from the door before he could keep it open, âItâs an ice cream cake, donât keep it open for so long.â
Michael winced at Beatrice and set the beer bottle aside. "Hey! Just grabbing a cold one. It's a hot day out there, and you know I can't resist a cold beer during a grill session." He rubs his hand, âYou have an iron slap, you know that?â
Beatrice crossed her arms and gave Michael an exasperated look. "Just don't leave the fridge open for too long. We don't want all the ice cream melting."
Michael chuckled, still rubbing his hand, his knuckles popping a bit because of the movement. "Alright, alright. I'll be careful. By the way, Hannah apologizes for not being here.â he shrugs, âSheâs got a convention and her little boy is at herâŚex husband now,so.â
âOh.â Beatrice nodded as she rummaged through the kitchen cabinets, searching for the glass jar. "It's okay. Is she alright?"
âSheâs great, you know. SheâsâŚreally funny andâŚonce I looked past the part that she used to bully you itâs been better.â
âMike,â she smiles, grabbing five lemons and the bottle of honey, âI already forgave her, ages ago. You two are dating, itâs all good.â she opens a drawer and puts a knife on top of the counter so sheâs ready to prepare the lemonade, âJust remind me to put her slice of cake inside a styrofoam box so it doesnât melt when you take it home.â
Michael gave Beatrice a grateful smile, leaning back against the counter. "I'll make sure her cake is safe for the journey home." He glanced around the kitchen, his eyes wandering over the assortment of decorations and gifts. "This place looks fantastic, by the way. You really outdid yourself."
Beatrice chuckled as she began to prepare the lemonade. She halved the lemons and squeezed the juice into a pitcher. "Well, we wanted to make this day special for Rooster and Nicole. It's their birthday party, after all." She added honey to the lemon juice and stirred it, creating a sweet and tangy base for the lemonade. "We even got a pinata for the kids."
âYou did?â
âYes, you know Rooster will show Nicole how to punt that thing open.â she chuckles softly, licking her fingers clean of any honey, âBy the way, did you check if dad is eating? You know he has to snack on something, especially after his surgery.â
âBea, heâs fine, hell heâs having beer.â he shrugs, âYou know he can have at least one, heâs enjoying himself out there. Plus mom is with him.â
âI'm just worried because of his surgery, you know. But if Mom's taking care of him, I trust that he's in good hands."
Michael's face softened, and he reached out to place a reassuring hand on Beatrice's shoulder. "Bea, you're always looking out for everyone, just like Dad. But don't worry, we're all here to celebrate today, and it's a joyful occasion." he waves his fingers, âWooo,joy, you know?â
Beatricesmiled at him. "You're right. Today is a day of celebration, and I want it to be perfect for Rooster and Nicole. Speaking of which, do you know if Leo and Guillermo are enjoying the party?"
Michael took a moment to consider his two brothers. "Leo is probably having a blast with the kids. You know he loves playing with them. And as for GuillermoâŚ" He chuckled. "I'm sure he's busy being the charming, mysterious guy he always is."
Beatrice blinked at him, âWhat?â
âOkay, let me rephrase that: Leo is going to sigh in relief because Bibi and Ăwoyn are busy with Nicole and Guillermo will just stand like a menacing statue.â he smiles, âAnd you know our sisters will be the ones to handle everything, then everything will be a-okay.â
Beatrice laughed, âKnowing them,I wouldnât be surprised, honestly.â she smiles, then sighs quietly, âI just want today to be perfectâŚRoos is leaving on Monday, this weekend has to be special,Mike.â
"I get it, sis. Don't worry. Everything is going great, and I can already tell that it's a fantastic day."
Beatrice's eyes sparkled as she continued to prepare the lemonade. "Thank you, Mike. Now, go back outside." she waves her hand at him, âI have stuff to finish here.â
Michael gave Beatrice a playful salute. "Will do, Captain Bea. If you need anything, just holler." With a wink, he made his way back to the party outside, leaving Beatrice to her tasks in the kitchen.
As Beatrice continued to prepare the lemonade and make sure everything was in order for the birthday celebration, her thoughts turned to her husband. He was at the heart of the celebration today,alongside Nicole of course, butâŚhe was leaving.
Beatrice knew she had to be strong for Rooster, to offer him love and support as he prepared for his departure. He needed that, itâd be his last one before his promotion which was great! She inhales softly, mixing the lemonade inside the jar and muttering that âeverything was going exactly to planâ
He had no idea Nicole was spending the night at her parents, nor that the dogs were joining her.
She smiles,a bit shakily, but proud of herself, â...itâll be great.â
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template done. gotta color now, but I gotta go to store. brb
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tagged by @aldieb! thx for thinking of me, these little questionnaires are like. a cute little blast from tumblr's more interactive past :)
last song: i was going to have to give a sad little answer here about how i don't listen to music nearly enough anymore (never mind sing) and it's very definitely a reflection of my depression, but then i entirely out of nowhere and very urgently was like 'wait actually i have to listen to gordon lightfoot's "song for a winter's night" right now' so then i dashed off and did that and now that's the answer:
if i could know within my heart that you were lonely too i would be happy just to hold the hands i love on this winter night with youâŚ
favorite color: oof so so many!! colors are so important. the signature one has gotta be a really highlighter-vivid chartreuse (đž), but i do also really love me a good marigold orange? not to mention vermilion, or ochre, or moss green, or really saturated cobalt, or shades of rust or russetâŚ
last movie/show: shetland bbc, which is a quiet well-acted murder mystery series set in a very beautiful very remote landscape. soothing if you like the british isles and can bear to entertain the fantasy of a decent policeman, at least for an hour or so at a time. also i admit to enjoying douglas henshall's face.
sweet/spicy/savory: all the best things are savory and also spicy! like. the jamaican curried chicken i grew up with. indian curries. malaysian laksa my beloved. can you tell i like curry. :D
relationship status: sidebar but this is such an amatonormative question lol. like why are we societally expected to look at 'relationship' and infer 'romantic.' also it seems like a weird outlier given that all the other qs are low-stakes little softballs abt yr tastes. however. extremely single! sometimes i'm sad about it because i miss sexual intimacy and i'm too shy to pursue that with strangers? but honestly most of the time i'm just as glad, because i don't actually know how to love people romantically without making a whole self-abnegating religion of it, so i'm not really convinced that dating was ever really all that good for me, on the wholeâŚ
last thing i googled: i use duckduckgo now, and you should too! :) having said that: 'yoal boat.' which is a very beautiful traditional style of shetland boatâapparently descended from a norwegian model?âthat the islanders used to use for fishing, and then for storage draw up onto the land into these little prepared hollows called noosts (they have marinas now), which like. obviously i think is the most charming word imaginable. a cozy little noost for a lovely little boat! đŞş
current obsession(s): yoals aside, i guess the thing that best fits this category is that sometime in the last year or so i turned into Merino Guy??? like. even my boxer briefs are merino now (well, a merino-tencel blend) and like. it's so good, guys. comfy in a startlingly wide range of temps, helps me lessen my contribution to the microplastics problem, somehow even makes for reasonable athletic wear in the right weights and cuts: what's not to like. anyway brb, gotta go print out my 'NOT đISH ABOUT MERINO' bumper sticker. :D
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A little subby Sammy blurb- I imagine baby face sammy for thisâ
âHands behind your back, loveâ
He whined in protest and squeezed my waist, so I grabbed his hands and held them behind his back, tying them with my head scarf.
âWhat did I say? Now- Iâm gonna sit just over here and you can tell me exactly what you were thinking about when I heard you in the shower this morning.â
âFuck, you heard that?â he asked, genuine embarrassment coloring his cheeks.
âBaby..â I soothed, running my thumb along his flushed lips, âweâre literally dating. Itâs not embarrassing, itâs hot. Now tell me..â I coaxed, slowly running my hand up and down his length to help gain his confidence back, â���what you were thinking aboutâ.
âWellâŚâ he started, âit was a little different. I imagined the roles reversed. You push me up against a wall and tangle your fingers in my hair. When you went out the other night, it got me thinking. You always look so deliciously in charge when you dress in leather like that and with those tall boots⌠you look like you could tear me apart and⌠andâŚâ he choked out through shaky breaths as you stroked him slowly. âI need it so bad.â
âOh SammyâŚâ I said, moving back over to where he was. âyou know you couldâve told me that before. Were you embarrassed?â
ââŚmaybeâ he admitted.
âWell donât be. Iâve thought about it too. I love the way you beg. I love the way your face gets all pink and your voice gets shakyâ
He whimpered as you gripped him tighter.
âTell me moreâ
âI like it when you pull my hair and kiss my neck hard. I want you to leave marks. I want everyone to know Iâm yours.â
My lips reattached to his neck, sucking where he was most sensitive. He hissed air through his teeth when I bit unexpectedly hard.
I unzipped his pants now, slipping your hand into them and working him just a little faster.
âI want you to use meâ⌠he breathed, letting his head fall to the side and his eyes flutter closed, allowing you better access. âTake what you need from me- fuck- pleaseâ, he choked out, bucking his hips up into your hand.
I took pity on him. We both undressed and I untied him, his eyes staying fixed on mine as I climbed on top of him again. His now free hands roamed all over me, running along my curves like admiring fine art.
You traced his lips with your fingers. You shouldnât have been surprised at how eagerly he took them into his mouth, but you were surprised by how he sucked hard and took them deep.
âSo obedientâŚâ you mused as his gaze locked in on yours with an intensity youâd never seen before, âI didnât even have to askâ
âDoes my sammy boy need to be babied, hm? Look at you, no needy. Itâs leaking already, twitching so nice and pretty for me. You want me to fuck you?â
He nodded emphatically and pathetically, humming around your fingers.
You pulled your fingers out, much to his dismay. âWords, baby. What do you want me to do to you?â
âPlease⌠please fuck me. As hard as you want, I can take itâ
BRB! I gotta uhm- i need to- this is so- itâs- i just-
ANON, I LOVE YOU. This made my entire day.
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Which comes first: The Science or The Fiction?
You gotta love when fiction ignites innovation. Doesn't The Original Star Trek Series get credit for several technological advances inspired by the show?
It's just as exciting when modern day scientific breakthroughs send your brain reeling with more creative juice than a bunny farm in the spring time.
BRING ON THE PLOT BUNNIES!
Prompt time: Look what I came across today.
That's right. Let's look at the scientific breakthrough where plastic artificial wombs are saving premature lambs. Using this to help premature human babies is an exciting hope and dream that's not as far off today as it was yesterday. Wow! Right?
NOW LET'S IMAGINE FURTHER.
Spring will be coming soon for the Northern Hemisphere, so let's get hopping and talk about making babies!
Then Autumn is just around the corner in the Southern Hemisphere, right? Are ya ready to start harvesting all those seeds and wild oats sowed several months ago?
I love the way Kaila Hale-Stern's brain works when presented with scientific news as this. Quoting the article I linked to above:
"The possibilities and ramifications therein are endless in terms of reproductive rights battles, infertility, surrogacy, maternal death rates, adoptionâI could go on pretty much forever. If you could grow your baby in an artificial environment under ideal circumstances, would women choose to give birth naturally anymore? Would this become another province of the wealthy, already a concern in countries where surrogacy âfarmsâ are the rise and childbirth is being âoutsourcedâ? Would there come to be a cultural divide and battles between âold-fashionedâ vs. âartificialâ births? So many questions. BRB Iâm pitching this TV show to Syfy."
Fun, right? This could be fascinating! NOW...
KEEP GOING. MORE BUNNIES!
I would LOVE to know what any of y'all might come up with. In fact I dare you to read this article and NOT have at least a couple baby plot bunnies start thumping around in your head begging for attention.
Dramatic, heartwarming, tear-jerking, sad, stressful, infuriating, inspiring, exciting, stimulating, arousing, kinky, scary, cheery, funny, dark, soft dark, suspenseful, thriller, terrifying, horrific, encouraging, adorable, fluffy.... ANY genre! ANY trope! ANY tone. ANY mood. ANY flavor.
Yep, one of the hops my plot bunnies did was wondering about an adult size womb. This sent my mind in the direction of sensory deprivation chambers with nutrient exchange for long term stasis. For Short-term or Long-term confinement. Latex and rubber kinks come to mind, of course. There are always plenty of full bodysuit images on the internet in a full range of colors. But don't mind me. Hope this didn't lose people. I'm just trying to illustrate possible extremes of the many many ideas some of y'all might come up with. There are wild kinks out there.
But also consider life support systems for space travel, storage, shipping, cloning, boy-in-a-bubble scenarios. Maybe an alternative to cryogenic storage. Matrix type of tropes. Genetic wars. A/B/O political conflicts or extinction prevention solutions. Medical drama, mad max, apocalyptic ramifications, utopian, dystopian, alien, modern day, futuristic, victorian medical steampunk innovations, mad scientist experimentations, fantastic fantasy witchcraft mixed with modern medicine, collector preservation specimens, genetic experimentations or manipulation. Political issues, religious issues, ethical issues, moral issues, big picture discussions, individual POV stories. Fertility problems. Society norms. Societal evolution. Breeding kink. Family starting. Genetic survival.
I think I'm starting to repeat myself. Oops.
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A DREAM I HAD
gotta write this quick before i forget cuz i just remembered. 2 of my froends broke up and im like oh my gah now my friends wont like eachother, but then they wjere like chill or whatever and im like yayayay and we where at like a school party and they had a bunchof biurthsday cakes and they where all difrent colors and all the cakes where untouched on a folding table in the middle of this dark room and i whend over to the 2 friends in this little corner and i was like brb then i whemt up some stsre and i whent up them and turned small and then it was like missing walls ad stuff and it looked out into space and i was real smalls and ay
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Uh. Shit. Her room. This was her room. Not what he suggested. Cause in his room, he had condoms. Which in hindsight would've been smart to store in the pocket currently holding his flask. Or you know, if he'd been paying attention long enough to realized his room was on the floor below. But Quincy was in his head, far far away, already playing over all the possible ending this could lead to. All of them happy, that's for fucking sure. What it was that pulled Penelope to him was beyond his his comprehension. Had he been able to read her mind, he would've absolutely agreed. She was out of his league, WAY out. But when had he ever not punched above his weight class? The universe loved giving him shit he couldn't handle. He always figured it out. So. This was fine. Too good of a thing to ruin by saying, brb I gotta go grab a rubber. If they got to that point, they had options. Plenty.
"F-fuck," the word and subsequent chuckle came out like the air was being knocked out of him. Back hit the wall, hands running down her sides, following the curve of her hips around to her ass, squeezing as they kissed. Eager. He fucking loved that. It was like the moment that door shut, she was-- nah, strike that thought. This was the same Penelope. Just a lit match to copper, all that poise and all that discipline burned and the colors left in its wake? Fucking breathtaking. He wanted to see more. Needed to. But she was pulling away, his brow knitting and that stupid saree-- "Easy, easy. I got you," His hand moved to hers, steadying it. He helped her get it loose only to find a few more. His grin was hidden as he shifted behind her, lips grazing her neck, biting though material was shifting and falling and his own hands fumbling instinctively to catch pieces, "Fuck, how many pins do you have in this thing?"
Amusement dripped from his words and within a seconds the fabric of her saree was in the floor, leaving her in her skirt? petticoat? The name for it didn't matter. With fresh skin exposed it was his turn to burn. There was no pause. He worked buttons open and his sherwani jacket off, leaving him in a Nehru collar shirt. And fuck, if he knew where his stole went. No hesitation. Quincy spun her around, shoving her back against the wall, lips connecting, rough hands exploring the soft expanse of her skin with a groan. "Now back to what was it? Ruining?" His hips rolled into hers, the effect she was having more than obvious in the thin material of his slacks, "Cause baby girl, you have no fucking idea-- Ruin doesn't even begin to cover what I'm about to do to you..."
Every molecule in her body was thrumming with some unbridled desire. She couldn't remember this last time she'd felt something so palpable. And the way he kissed her, that brush of his tongue, nearly had her whining. But no. She needed to play this as cool as she could. Because the more Penelope thought(????) about this situation, the more she realized how incredibly high school this felt. Quincy was... he was sweet, and they'd always had fun together, but such a strong pull to him definitely came from the fact that he was... God how arrogant was it to think that he wasn't in her league? It was nothing she'd ever say, but just a simple truth (at least in her mind), and at the end of the day did it really matter? Because it made her want him more than she'd wanted anyone in a long time. So to hear that her stupid saree was in the stupid way, Penelope suddenly felt a flash of anger and frustration towards the fabric that encased her. Childish feelings. She was full of them tonight.
As reckless as she was feeling, she knew there was no way they could do what they were trying to do here. They needed privacy. Because this would be a one time thing, a two or three time thing depending on how the rest of the night and tomorrow morning went, but... It wouldn't go anywhere beyond this week. Call it a last hurrah for her. But she didn't speak, just slipped off the counter, totally disregarding the prep work he'd started, and slipped her right hand into his, tugging him along behind her.
Up two flights of stairs, she unlocked the door to her room, and pulled him in behind her. And then suddenly she was ravenous, pushing him against the wall, her hands finding their way to his hair, fingers twisting there, her lips finding his again. "You're so fucking hot." Teeth caught against his lower lip, biting somewhat roughly, kissing and then murmuring. "Like... disgustingly hot." There was that anger at the saree again, as she put some space between them, fingers moving to one set of the pins, "like want to absolutely ruin you hot." She'd never struggled with her saree's before, but of course in this moment her hands were too shaky, muttering more to herself than to him. "Just need to get this fucking thing off."
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#love.txt#ok now i seriously gotta work on attacks or else im gonna feel rlly bad abt not doing it KJGHKJGDHKJ#ANYWAYS BRB ⤠see u guys in a few hrs. mb. depending on how long it takes 2 digtally line nn color...
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boyfriend hunting.Â
(fanart for @sinisterspooksâ B&B AU!)
#this was supposed to be a sketch wip but i colored it bc i have no self control now look what happened#be more chill#bmc#jeremy heere#bmc jeremy#b&b au#drawings#brb i gotta snooze#hi sini
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Thoughts on the Fierce Deity
So the whole mystery of the Fierce Deity is fascinating, and itâs fun watching everyoneâs interpretation of it. It seems like the most common one is that this is a powerful deity that is not to be trifled with, the mask is consumptive and dangerous, should not be used at all, etc.
But guys. What if the Fierce Deity is just some nice deity thatâs known as âfierceâ because of how fiercely he defends those he loves? But heâs actually just a softie? Kind of like any of the other Links? Or heâs really sociable and loves hanging out with people?
Like what if Link puts on the mask and Fierce Deity is like âwow itâs been ages, I wonder how things have changed and what kind of music people listen to nowadays, and HOLY GODDESSES WHY IS THE MOON DROPPING K BRB GOTTA FIX THISâ
When FD sees Majora heâs like âOh itâs youâ and it turns out they had some dumb rivalry way back in the day but Majoraâs completely bonkers and FD wasnât, Majora got him cursed so they were both sealed away in masks and FD hates his guts.
And then once Majora is defeated FD is like âphew, sweet, so letâs enjoy this Clocktower Town place, these festivities look awesomeââ but then he doesnât get a chance because he realizes Link wants to take the mask off, so he kind of just sadly goes âokâŚâ and takes it off.
Fishing is his favorite pastime, so when Link is in the fishing hole FDâs mask is practically burning like âPLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEEASE JUST LET ME CATCH FISHIES FOR A WHILE ITâS BEEN AGESâ
What if Time has the markings of the FD because the mask just kept whining like âOk Link, but what if you just let me wander around for a bit and I can WOW DO YOU SEE THOSE PRETTY COLORS ITâS A FESTIVAL COME ON LINK LETâS CHECK IT OUT ANDââ and Link is just like âI donât do crowdsâ and FD is like âYEAH BUT I DO SO JUST PUT ME ON AND YOU CAN CHILL AND IâLL HAVE A BLASTâ and it gets so bad and FD parties so hard and Link wakes up with so many hangovers and he finally calls it quits when he realizes FDâs markings are showing up on his face because heâs indulged the poor dudeâs party habits for too long. So then he retires the mask and FD is very sad.
 OR
 What if FD takes one look at Link and is like âOk Iâm adopting youâ and so long as Link is carrying the mask FD is just, like, buzzing in his mind like âdid you remember to wash behind your ears, did you brush your teeth this morning, LINK I AM TALKING TO YOUââ and Time just warns the others in the Chain that the FD mask can drive you insane because he drives Link nuts with all his nagging.
And then FD notices the other Links in the Chain and is just overwhelmed with Happy Dad Feelings and is like âLINK youâre a DAD, LOOK AT ALL THESE BABIESâ
I bet FD would kick Dinkâs butt so hard for what he did to Twilight. The mask is probably burning right now, but Timeâs too distraught to notice.
(PS, Fierce Deity was absolutely bawling during Linkâs wedding to Malon, which made it really difficult for Time to say his vows because he could barely hear himself think over FDâs sobs)
#linkeduniverse#linked universe#majora's mask link#mm link#lu time#fierce deity#hero of time#legend of zelda#fierce deity is way more fun when you think of him as a goofball or an overprotective parent#fierce dadity
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Itâs like a part 2 of: being the trophy wife đ
Just a soft fluff because sometimes we need it right?
As we know, Naoya has black ends right? So you always make sure that his hair are perfectly shaped and coloured in the right way as the good little wife you are.
This mean that you can spend some quality time with him! He let you touch his hair, dye it, being close to him in an affectionate way.. He loves when you âaccidentallyâ touch his face and embarrass is written all of over your face đĽ°
This poor elaborate ends here because I know that could turn into something nsfw but rn Iâm in the mood for some soft Naoya.
(Because I know that heâs misogynist and bad but I mean... we all have a soft spot for someone isnât it true?)
-đŽ
SOFT NAOYA HOURS, gosh iâm so in love with him i literally want to cry. hope you enjoy this, i loved this very very much you have no idea, thanking you from the bottom of my heart for feeding me this idea đ okay brb gotta sob and YES iâm super super soft for him
# soft hours with naoya and his trophy wife
# part of the trophy wife collection
even though naoya has his own team of servants and stylists ready to bend at his beck and call, he still insists that you color his hair for him. something about theyâre not worthy enough to touch me or whatever petty excuse he makes, really, itâs all just a downplayed need to spend more time with you â and youâre not going to complain.
with him always being away for work and the only time you share with him is the occasional habit of fixing his tie before he leaves, you understand heâs busy. heâs got other matters to attend to so you donât ask too much for his attention.
he wouldnât like his wife to be demanding or clingy anyway, which is why youâre so perfect for him. so quiet, so meek, so hopelessly in love with him that you never once complained.
but just because you donât, doesnât mean heâd fall in the same category.
see, under naoyaâs guise of looking down on everyone and believing people were lucky enough to be graced with his presence, heâs human like everybody else. he needs and love attention, especially from his wife, and who were you to say no?
if anything, itâs the only thing you want to do.
without another word, you slip on your gloves and guide him in the vanity desk in your shared room, silently gesturing for him to wear a dark shirt so you wonât stain his clothing. he watches with tender, relaxed eyes, shoulders loose as he leans back on the chair while you do your thing. you apply the ear protectors on both sides of his head, a small smile on your face because even after being married to him for years, his attentive gaze on your features still makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.
first, you apply the Vaseline so the dye wouldnât stick, then you brush the ends of his hair with dye now that heâs gotten a haircut and lost the dark ends.
itâs a nice look on him, and he allows you to rest your head on his shoulder as you both wait for the dye to settle in. in this space, in this time, in a place where only your souls connected without a single care for the world, itâs peacefully quiet. intimate. naoya plays with your fingers on his lips as he softly mumbles about how his day went, making you smile when he lets you know heâs been thinking about you and how much heâs so excited to come home after a long day.
it melts your heart and you sigh against his skin, feeling his soft lips graze the crown of your head before the alarm rings. naoya grumbles under his breath, stupid alarm, he says, and you laugh as you pull him into the sink to wash the dye off.
towel-drying his hair, you immediately still in your tracks, arms frozen as you stare at your husband. he opens his eyes and gazes back at you in confusion, probably wondering whatâs got you so starstruck.
but itâs him â his beauty, his hidden soft side that he shows only for you, his love that even though isnât obvious all the time, is most definitely felt.
itâs truly an honor and a blessing to be the one he chooses.
âhey,â he nudges your palm with his head, âwhatâs wrong?â
whatâs wrong? you want to laugh. ânothing is wrong,â you tell him, dropping the towel around his shoulders before you wrap both arms around him, pulling your husband in for a warm embrace. youâve known him long enough to know he wonât pull away, and you sigh when his strong hands rub up and down your back, kissing you on the head like he always does when youâre alone. âitâs perfect. youâre perfect. I love you and I always will.â
naoya chuckles mutely. âsilly girl. falling for me all over again?â
âitâs hard not to.â
his hands cup your cheeks as he pulls away, and before you realize what youâre doing, you end up mimicking his actions. naoyaâs cheeks are warm between your palms and you immediately flush warm when he raises a brow at your gestures. âi-iâm sorry,â you blink back nervously, âi didnât mean to.â
naoya tugs at your wrist and pretty much hauls you back to him, with you owlishly looking up at him and him smiling down at you as you rest on his chest, his arms locked around your hips. âwho told you to stop? keep touching my face like that. i promise i like it.â
âyou do?â
âof course I do,â he sweeps down to steal a quick peck, the gesture enough to make you groan in embarrassment in his chest. your husband, sadistic as ever, merely rumbles in chuckles before he carries you back to the bed, littering your face with kisses even with your half-hearted protests that you both need to rest soon. âas long as itâs you, my wife.â
#naoya x reader#naoya zenin x reader#naoya x reader fluff#naoya zenin x reader fluff#naoya zenin fluff#naoya x reader imagines#naoya zenin x reader imagines#naoya x reader drabbles#naoya zenin x reader drabbles#naoya x reader scenarios#naoya zenin x reader scenarios#PLEASEEEEE I LOVE HIM SM#cant believe im really tagging naoya and the word fluff in the same tag LOL#naoya best husband đ#the fact that i would write about this man when i havent even eaten something#the things i do for him...#asks with naoya's trophy wife#anon:đŽ
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How about #25: can you help me with the zipper? And #35 spanking with our favorite purple genius?? Spice things up lol
đđđ I am-
Yâall heathens, Iâm more than happy to.
Rated Explicit (18+ only)
Stepping into the Lair you took in the serene and quiet atmosphere. It was late, very late to be honest but work parties can get pretty crazy after all. Regardless it had been fun, tiresome but fun.
Originally you were going to go home and crawl under the duvet for about ten years if possible.
But you missed Donatello.
You couldnât drag him anywhere and while sometimes you wish you could it wasnât best to dwell on it. Heels in hand you patted through the living room area and into his lab where you could hear him speaking. Judging by the time you figured he was doing his part time job. He had picked up the thing out of pure boredom and to actually have some income for future supplies. It was childâs play for him, with nothing too above his skill set. Usually you sat and listened to the colorful array of clients and had a good laugh while doing so.
Most times you liked just hearing him giving the step by steps of things, or how he remotely accessed the personâs computer to fix the issue himself. His distaste over viruses and worms while he angrily typed away. So what? You were hella in love, the mutant terrapin had slithered his way into your heart.
But you kinda wanted him to slide in your pants, or well dress.
You entered his room with sly smile, Donnie was bouncing a little ball while he spoke in his best âcustomer service voiceâ as you liked to joke about. He gave you a tired smile, bouncing the ball towards you which you caught. âWell sir, if you in the near future receive an email stating some prince from Asia is trying to protect his rubies itâs adviced that you donât give out your social security numberâ He briefly muted the microphone. âHey beautifulâ He greeted you as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
âThat ruby scam is honestly my favorite of this weekâ Came your muffled words, Donnie chuckled and rubbed your back. âHeâs called me every name under the sun, brbâ He clicked a button on his headset and kept up his polite tone. Reluctantly you let go of him and placed the little bouncy ball on his desk. âCan you help me with the zipper?â You whispered at him to which he happily obliged.
Giving a set of easy to follow steps to the nasty customer, Donnie gripped the delicate zipper and gently pulled it down. His gaze followed each patch of soft skin being reveleaed to him, which he couldnât help himself but touch. You felt the palm of his hand on the middle of your back, the sweet gentle caress made you roll your neck until it popped a few times. As he continued his argument with the customer he let both hands wander, kneading the flesh presented to him, much to your delight.
âIâm more than happy to remove those viruses but the rest has to be solved with your bank, in the mean time Iâll email you a forum to fill out about the incident while I work on thisâ Donnieâs voice could be described as a verbal version of an eye roll, so much sass he possessed. Again he muted the microphone and sighed. âMen truly are stupid,â He gripped the straps of your dress and pushed them aside and down your body they slid. âIâm glad that even as a large mutant man you can accept thatâ The two of you chuckled.
You felt his lips on your exposed back and caught the small inhale he took of your scent. âWhereâs your bra?â He peaked over your shoulder and made a soft surprise sound. âThe lines ruin the dress so I put these nifty little cups onâ You grabbed his mug of coffee and took a generous sip.
Then you felt him tap your rear.
âYou gotta learn to share your coffee, babeâ You smirked at his disapproving noise, he could be quite greedy with his caffeinated beverages. âI share, but Iâve seen you chug my coffee beforeâ He sat back down on his swivel chair and shamelessly ogled you.
Donnieâs hand landed on your rear, palm caressing the left cleft of your cheek. âShifts would be a lot more exciting if this is what I had to look at all nightâ He gripped the flesh, enjoying the silky material of your underwear. Looking over your shoulder you raised an eyebrow at him, not minding in the very least his ministrations.
Not even when he let go only to smack your bottom with a little more force, enough to make you grip the table for support. âJerk, you get handsy when youâre running on three hours of sleepâ You placed your palms on the table, leaning a somewhat forward and giving him a better view of your bottom. âFive actually, managed a napâ He pulled your underwear down to your surprise and leaned in to give the reddened flesh a soft kiss.
Then he gave a series of much harder taps, nothing to brash for it to be loud but enough to make you bite your lip. âYou havenât clocked out, you know?â You wiggled your rear to tease him, enjoying the happy content sigh that escaped him. âIâm supposedly fixing the mess this guy has on his computer,â He gave your rear two more hits before gripping the burning flesh. âBut this is way more excitingâ The outline of his hand on your bottom made him smile, job well done in his mind.
He pulled you back onto his lap, back to his plastron and used his own legs to keep yours spread. That delightfully merciless hand of his gripped your core, the warmth making him hungrier with anticipation. âDon,â You sighed his name enjoying the lazy outline he mapped out around your core.
Then he switched the mic back on, your eyes widened. He greeted a new customer with the usual name of the company and his name just as he spread your lips. âIâm sorry to hear youâre having difficulties with your new system maâamâ You wiggled in his grasp trying to glare at him but could only muffle your sounds when said digit dipped inside. Your back arched as he thrusted indolently, enjoying each squirm and quiet gasp. âIâm goin to walk you through some basic steps if itâs alright with youâ He spoke dangerously close to your ear, tongue sneaking out to lick the shell of your ear.
You almost moaned right next to the mic of his headset.
It was torturous.
The call was reaching the half hour mark from what you could see on his computer and by now he was fully rubbing your clit. You prayed the wet noises couldnât be heard through the call. Each swipe made your toes curl, sweat had already broken out on your skin and you had bitten down on the inside of your cheek with enough force for it to throb with pain. You knew you wouldnât last long, and the feeling of Donnieâs hard on against your rear was driving you crazy. You smacked his thigh signaling him you werenât going to make it.
âMaâam Im going to be placing you on a brief hold, thank you and my apologiesâ He muted the mic quickly and grinned when your body went stiff. âOhFUCK!â You gave a loud and lengthy shakey moan as Donnie continued to rub you through your orgasm. He pressed his lips against your cheek, tapping your sensitive nub, clearly entertained with each tremble you gave. âI think youâre the happiest customer Iâve ever had while workingâ You chuckled breathless, smacking his leg again.
âGod youâre such a jerk! They couldâve heard meâ Your cheeks flushed embarrassed. âHalf the fun if you ask meâ He whispered it across your skin as you felt him shove his sweats away then lift you by your thighs. Your eyes nearly bugged out, he couldnât possibly...?
He entered you, the position making it a tight fit and causing the two of you to moan.
âCanât make a peep, darlingâ He thrusted lazily upwards. âDon- theresOH- donât switch back to the ca-â You covered your mouth when he unmuted the call.
âSorry for the delay maâam, as I was explainingâ He cleared his throat, feeling the effects but recuperating quickly. His hips moved lazily, hands gripping the backs of your knees firmly. You caught a glimpse of his blissed out face through the monitor, god you bit down on your bottom lip and moved with him.
You were in for a long shift.
#tmnt bayverse#tmnt donatello x female reader#donnie tmnt#donatello tmnt#tmnt donatello x reader#tmnt donnie x reader#tmnt donnie#tmnt donatello#donatello x reader#donnie x reader#Donatello#Donnie#smut prompt#ask#scholastic dragon#ns*w
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