#ellie sattler head cannons

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Is it possible to ask for a head cannon of Pickle vs the Indominus Rex…. or just the baki characters reaction to Jurassic park

Do you genuinely think it would be a good idea to drop Pickle on an island filled with his main source of food? I feel like the original movie would end in half the time. Final scene is Pickle surrounded by carcasses, passed out and stuffed.

The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it looks like. Kids are in the car, trying to find some dinosaurs beyond the electric fence, and suddenly Jack pops out of the greenery with a velociraptor in his teeth, like a dolphin gracefully arching in the sunset. Pretty sure most of the Baki cast can easily hunt down the majority of the species in the movie. Obviously they wouldn’t just start ravaging the poor animals unless it was for the safety of the other humans. If anything, they’d be more concerned about stopping Pickle from devouring the insanely expensive, once-in-a-lifetime research outcomes.

Dr Malcolm would be like “Why is this Pickle boy staring like he just arrived at an all you can eat buffet? He’s drooling on the car seat” while frequently turning back and nervously glancing at Yuujirou (he was asked to join them in case things go wrong).

Baki is too busy checking everything out with the kids, with their heads stuck to the window and occasionally exclaiming their surprise and amazement. Kozue is discussing the downfall of patriarchy with Dr Ellie Sattler (mandatory canon event).

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{When You Have a Migraine}

Program: Ellie knows just what you need when a migraine hits. Soft touches, warm tea, and a quiet day of rest.

Pairing: Ellie Sattler x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Headache/Migraine, Not proofed, Pet names (Love)

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The harsh metallic trill of the alarm clock jolts Ellie awake and fumbling to shut the damn thing off. Sighing at the peaceful quiet, she turns to face you and runs her fingers across your back. The perfect morning routine.

But when her hand falls to your cold pillow, dread jolts her awake.

She sits up in bed trying to see where you went in your tiny apartment. There aren't many places you could hide, considering it's 9 am on her day off.

Especially when you're not a morning person. And she normally needs to pull you out of bed.

"Love?"

The apartment hums in silence.

Throwing the sheets off, Ellie dashes to put on her dressing robe and search for her clothes. A small click catches her attention and she pads her way over to the living room with askew glasses.

"Where were you?" You slightly wince at the inquisition and slowly take off your sunglasses when you face her. "Had to run to the shop, darling. Out of Excedrin," you rasp.

Ellie's shoulders slump in relief as well as understanding. "Come to the kitchen, love. Can I take care of you today?" She gently helps your jacket fall from your shoulders and takes the drug store bag.

"'s your day off though," you weakly protest. "And all I have ever asked is to spend it with you," she reassures.

Ellie doesn't really change much when you have a migraine, but everything feels so much more soft and careful on these days.

She just makes everything happen without a worry in the world.

The medicine cabinet is always stocked up: either from her digs or the occasional sick day.

The pantry is filled with light snacks anyways in anticipation for munchies or upset stomachs.

A kettle perches on one of the back burners ready for a morning cup of tea to review a site find or lull someone to sleep.

Ellie is prepared for anything. This includes using modern day drugs or consulting wise plants.

For a migraine day, there are three places that Ellie can be found if not with you.

The small window terrace: to pick fresh herbs and flowers for medicinal properties.

The kitchen: to brew tea, make snacks and meals, and quietly do the dishes so they don't overwhelm either of you later.

The bedroom: slowly piecing a comfy setting for when the day catches up to you and it's time to fall asleep.

Most of the day though, is sat by your side on the living room sofa: either a soft record scratching in the background, lightly snoozing, or watching a nearly mute movie.

Ellie almost waltzes through the apartment in a silent dance while she makes preparations and tends to you.

After years of living together and loving each other, the two of you have perfect the silent language of care and devotion, So, rarely do you have to communicate and bask in the ability to just understand each other.

The comforting silence of your love makes days like these just a little more bearable when just existing seems to take a toll on you.

"What would you like to do today?" Ellie mumbles into your head. You lay on her chest and press your face further into the crook of her neck. "This," you moan and lay a wet kiss to her neck. Even though everything absolutely kills you, from the sunlight peeking past the cracks in the curtain to the dull echo of a cabinet closing, the sound of Ellie's laugh makes you sigh in bliss.

Ellie wraps you up in a blanket for you to snooze in while she refreshes her knowledge of medicinal plants with her favorite book. Her internal timer knows when to carefully pull the edges away from you to let cool air kiss your flushed cheeks.

When you start to stir, she quietly goes over to make you a cup of tea with peppermint and lavender. And by the time you blink all sleepiness away, she sits in front of you on the coffee table and offers you a mug.

If you struggle with bone aches, Ellie's will grasp your wrist and hold the bottom of the cup to just support you. When you're done, she'll rub your tender joints.

Options. If she asks you something, she gives you options. Because as much as she wants to engage with you, Ellie knows that thinking is not a priority today. "Would you like something sweet or bland for a snack?" "Would you mind Kate Bush on in the background, would you prefer if we stick to classical?" "It's almost lunch, so let's start to figure out what sounds good. Soup or mac n' cheese?" "Do you want another movie on in the background? I can also read you something, if that sounds nice."

After lunch, she'll run a bath for the both of you. Using some of the flowers she thought were pretty, she holds you close to her chest as little petals float by. "How's your day going?" You half consciously ask. "Wonderful- I get to spend it holding you as much as I with no complaint," she teases and brings light laughter from both your lips, "And I got some prep work done for the next dig". "Oh? Tell me about it," you rub her thigh and close your eyes. She knows you aren't going to remember most of what she shares, if anything, but she obliges and tells you the overview of the site's plans.

The rest of the afternoon is spent perched at your teetering breakfast table with a glass of water and another cup of tea. Both of you wrapped in robes as you lightly chat about the weekend coming. Mostly Ellie. "I was thinking we could take a trip to the orchard," she hums taking in your complexion over the rim of her cup, "the weather is going to be cool, and we can get apples to bake into a pie. To celebrate fall coming". While she speaks, she grabs the pill bottle from the kitchen counter and hands you how many you need. Without words, slides the plate of jam saltines over to your side. "Or we could go to the museum for the afternoon and café hop after wards?"

When the sun begins to set, she guides you to the bed room and places you to sit on the ledge of the bed. Her cool hands undress you to then help you get ready for sleep. A wet wash cloth travels down your spine as you hold her hips while she stands between your legs. Another rests on your forehead when you settle down onto your pillows.

Ellie peppers little kisses to your cheeks and then a final one on your bemused smile. "Thank you, doc. You always know what I need," you joke and play with her hair as she gets comfy on your stomach. "I'm a sucker for a fool with pretty eyes. You're lucky I make house calls- not every doc is as attentive as me," she teases. "Trust me, I know. How about I plan this weekend's trip? Let me express my gratitude, doc?" "I think I can make time in my schedule".