#exhibit A: T-rex arms

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[abbysbug]

— Dinosaur Museum

Pairing; Ellie Williams x GN!Reader

Summary: You take Ellie to a dinosaur museum, giving her the chance to unload all her nerdy dinosaur facts on you.

a/n: this is also the chance to unload all my nerdy facts on you :3

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"Babe, this is gonna be the best day of your life, I promise." Ellie excitedly pulled you through the gate of the dinosaur museum. You giggled as Ellie's eyes lit up at the sight of the dinosaur exhibition. There were large statues of dinosaurs at the entrance, and towards the back, you could see dinosaur bones encased in display cases. Her grip around your hand tightened and she pointed towards one of the statues. "That's a Stegosaurus. They were herbivorous and lived in the late Jurassic period. Their fossils have been found in North America and Portugal. People used to think they had two brains but that was just a myth that started in the 1870s." Ellie explained "Whoever believed that myth had to be stupid. Two brains? What idiots." You laughed and shook your head at your girlfriend's words, "You would've believed it too" She gasped and pulled away from you, "Are you calling me stupid?"

You shrugged, walking towards a large statue of a T-Rex, "Take it as you want." Ellie decided to ignore your comment as she noticed the dinosaur statue you'd walked up to.

"What's this one, Els?" "You don't know what a Tyrannosaurus Rex is?" She raised an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, "I'm giving you the chance to be a nerd, nerd."

Ellie let out a soft "Hmph" before starting her ramble.

"Well, that's a Tyrannosaurus which lived in the Cretaceous period. Their name means 'tyrant lizard' because well, you know, they were cruel and are reptiles. Strangely enough, they aren't considered to be in the same family as lizards, so I have no idea why they're called a lizard."

You hummed, "Why do they have tiny ass arms?"

"It's believed they were used to attack prey that were close to them." Ellie shrugged, "They look pretty stupid with those arms, if you ask me."

You laughed. It did look pretty stupid.

Ellie gasped and ran towards another statue. You assumed it was some water dinosaur due to the large flippers.

"These plesiosaurus are so fucking cool!" Ellie was almost jumping up and down with excitement. "They're called a Liopleurodon which lived in the Jurassic period. They were huge. The biggest one found was 17 meters long. They must have been terrifying. I know I would've shitted my pants if I saw one."

"Ellie, you shit your pants while watching scary TikToks. Everything scares you."

"Oh, okay, whatever." She rolled her eyes, "That was one time. Leave me alone."

It was not, in fact, one time, but you let it go. You'll tease her about it another time.

Ellie spent another three hours explaining facts about each statue in the museum. And you had to admit, it was cute seeing your girlfriend this excited over dinosaurs.

After she had finished ramble about the last dinosaur in the museum, she turned to you with an grin on her face.

"Wasn't that so super fun?" She joyfully asked.

You grinned, kissing her forehead. "It was so super fun watching you geek out."

"Now you can take me to a space museum and listen to me geek out there!"

You laughed, "Another day, baby."

Your brain was not built to take hours of information all at once.

Ellie pouted, but you gave her a quick kiss on the lips, turning her pout into a smile.

She was your little nerdy girl.

[daily-kotlc-sentence]

BOOK: Keeper of the Lost Cities

CHAPTER: One

(96/270)

They called her Curvebuster.

She finished her answer, and Mr. Sweeney grumbled something that sounded like “know-it-all” as he stalked off to the exhibit in the next room over. Sophie didn’t follow. The thin walls separating the two rooms didn’t block the noise, but they muffled it. She grabbed what little relief she could.

“Nice job, superfreak,” Garwin Chang—a boy wearing a T-shirt that said BACK OFF! I’M GONNA FART—sneered as he shoved past her to join their classmates. “Maybe they’ll write another article about you. ‘Child Prodigy Teaches Class About the Lame-o-saurus.’”

Garwin was still bitter Yale had offered her a full scholarship. His rejection letter had arrived a few weeks before.

Not that Sophie was allowed to go.

Her parents said it was too much attention, too much pressure, and she was too young. End of discussion.

So she’d be attending the much closer, much smaller San Diego City College next year—a fact some annoying reporter found newsworthy enough to post in the local paper the day before—CHILD PRODIGY CHOOSES CITY COLLEGE OVER IVY LEAGUE—complete with her senior photo. Her parents freaked when they found it. “Freaked” wasn’t even a strong enough word. More than half their rules were to help Sophie “avoid unnecessary attention.” Front-page articles were pretty much their worst nightmare. They’d even called the newspaper to complain.

The editor seemed as unhappy as they were. The story was run in place of an article on the arsonist terrorizing the city—and they were still trying to figure out how the mistake had happened. Bizarre fires with white-hot flames and smoke that smelled like burnt sugar took priority over everything. Especially a story about an unimportant little girl most people went out of their way to ignore.

Or, they used to.

Across the museum, Sophie caught sight of a tall, dark-haired boy reading yesterday’s newspaper with the embarrassing black-and-white photo of her on the front. Then he looked up and stared straight at her.

She’d never seen eyes that particular shade of blue before—teal, like the smooth pieces of sea glass she’d found on the beach—and they were so bright they glittered. Something flickered across his expression when he caught her gaze. Disappointment?

Before she could decide what to make of it, he shrugged off the display he’d been leaning against and closed the distance between them.

The smile he flashed belonged on a movie screen, and Sophie’s heart did a weird fluttery thing.

“Is this you?” he asked, pointing to the picture.

Sophie nodded, feeling tongue-tied. He was probably fifteen, and by far the cutest boy she’d ever seen. So why was he talking to her?

“I thought so.” He squinted at the picture, then back at her. “I didn’t realize your eyes were brown.”

“Uh . . . yeah,” she said, not sure what to say.

“Why?”

He shrugged. “No reason.”

Something felt off about the conversation, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. And she couldn’t place his accent. Kind of British, but different somehow. Crisper? Which bothered her—but she didn’t know why.

“Are you in this class?” she asked, wishing she could suck the words back as soon as they left her mouth. Of course he wasn’t in her class. She’d never seen him before. She wasn’t used to talking to boys—especially cute boys—and it made her brain a little mushy.

His perfect smile returned as he told her, “No.” Then he pointed to the hulking greenish figure they were standing in front of. An Albertosaurus, in all its giant, lizardesque glory. “Tell me something. Do you really think that’s what they looked like? It’s a little absurd, isn’t it?”

“Not really,” Sophie said, trying to see what he saw. It looked like a small T. rex: big mouth, sharp teeth, ridiculously short arms. Seemed fine to her. “Why? What do you think they looked like?”

He laughed. “Never mind. I’ll let you get back to your class. It was nice to meet you, Sophie.”

He turned to leave just as two classes of kindergartners barreled into the fossil exhibit. The crushing wave of screaming voices was enough to knock Sophie back a step. But their mental voices were a whole other realm of pain.

Kids’ thoughts were stinging, high-pitched needles—and so many at once was like an angry porcupine attacking her brain. Sophie closed her eyes as her hands darted to her head, rubbing her temples to ease the stabbings in her skull. Then she remembered she wasn’t alone.

She glanced around to see if anyone noticed her reaction and locked eyes with the boy. His hands were at his forehead, and his face wore the same pained expression she imagined she’d had only a few seconds before.

“Did you just . . . hear that?” he asked, his voice hushed.

She felt the blood drain from her face.

He couldn’t mean . . .

It had to be the screaming kids. They created plenty of racket on their own. Shrieks and squeals and giggles, plus sixty or so individual voices chattering away.

Voices.

She gasped and took another step back as her brain solved her earlier problem.

She could hear the thoughts of everyone in the room. But she couldn’t hear the boy’s distinct, accented voice unless he was speaking.

His mind was totally and completely silent.

She didn’t know that was possible.

“Who are you?” she whispered.

His eyes widened. “You did—didn’t you?” He moved closer, leaning in to whisper. “Are you a Telepath?”

She flinched. The word made her skin itch.

And her reaction gave her away.

“You are! I can’t believe it,” he whispered.

Sophie backed toward the exit. She wasn’t about to reveal her secret to a total stranger.

“It’s okay,” he said, holding out his hands as he moved closer, like she was some sort of wild animal he was trying to calm. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’m one too.”

Sophie froze.

“My name’s Fitz,” he added, stepping closer still.

Fitz? What kind of a name was Fitz?

She studied his face, searching for some sign that this was all part of a joke.

“I’m not joking,” he said, like he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Maybe he did.

She wobbled on her feet.

She’d spent the past seven years wishing she could find someone else like her—someone who could do what she could. Now that she’d found him, she felt like the world had tilted sideways.

He grabbed her arms to steady her. “It’s okay, Sophie. I’m here to help you. We’ve been looking for you for twelve years.”

Twelve years? And what did he mean by “we”?

Better question: What did he want with her?

The walls closed in and the room started to spin.

Air.

She needed air.

She jerked away and bolted through the door, stumbling as her shaky legs found their rhythm.

She sucked in giant breaths as she ran down the stairs in front of the museum. The smoke from the fires burned her lungs and white bits of ash flew in her face, but she ignored them. She wanted as much space between her and the strange boy as possible.

“Sophie, come back!” Fitz shouted behind her.

She picked up her pace as she raced through the courtyard at the base of the steps, past the wide fountain and over the grassy knolls to thesidewalk. No one got in her way—everyone was inside because of the poor air quality. But she could still hear his footsteps gaining on her.

“Wait,” Fitz called. “You don’t have to be afraid.”

She ignored him, pouring all her energy into her sprint and fighting the urge to glance over her shoulder to see how far back he was. She made it halfway through a crosswalk before the sound of screeching tires reminded her she hadn’t looked both ways.

Her head turned and she locked eyes with a terrified driver struggling to stop his car before it plowed right over her.

She was going to die.

[burrowbaddie]

This was a request for Dad!Joe celebrating his son's birthday. I hope you like it @mrsshiesty

Dad!Joe is the type of dad to go all out for his son every birthday. I'm talking about he wakes up at 5 am to decorate his door. Joe has kept a neat list in his phone of everything his son even glanced at or mentioned. Dad!Joe might have gone overboard and bought him every toy he asked for throughout the year.

"Joe, do we really need to do this. I think-"

"Shhh. You'll wake him. I think it's a good tradition. Plus, he really likes it. With the new baby coming, he's been feeling left out." Joe whispers. You nod your head and pass him the tape. When you announced you were pregnant, Little Joe didn't take it so well. He did not want a sister he would have to share his daddy with. You rub your belly, watching your husband put the final touches on the door. This year, Jojo was really into dinosaurs. He had you and Joe redecorate his room to a dinosaur-themed room, including a Jeep bed with a T-Rex head hanging over it.

"It looks great. Now can we please go to bed? I'm 8 months, my feet hurt, and if I don't get my sleep in, I will be even more cranky."

Joe nods and pulls you to the bedroom. You only get two more hours of sleep before the birthday boy comes running in.

"Happy birthday to me! Jojo is 5 now!" He shouts. Joe sits up, pulling Jojo into the bed. You watch your son bounce on the bed excitedly.

"Dad! Make me the oatmeal with the dino eggs, please!" Jojo screams. Joe scoops him up, and they disappear, leaving you to sleep for a little bit more. You wake up around 10:30 to the boys watching Jurassic Park. You can't even remember the number of times Jojo has made you both watch those movies. You could probably recite the lines. Joe crawls out of the tent to pepper your face with kisses.

"Have you guys just been watching this?"

"Yeah, it's what he wanted. Hurry up and shower; you know we're taking him to the dinosaur exhibit." He reminds you.

"Actually, I need to stay here and get things ready plus, I think this will be good for you guys to talk. Our daughter will be here in 3 weeks, and he still refuses to talk about it." You whisper the last part. Joe agrees and takes Jojo upstairs to shower and get ready. The boys return wearing matching t-shirts and shorts. You kiss your boys and wish them farewell for now. You need to get everything ready for the surprise party.

"Dad. I'm a big kid now. I can sit in the front, right?"

"Not yet, kiddo. You need to get a little bit older." Joe laughs, strapping him into his car seat. Jojo starts playing with his T-rex along the drive. When they arrive, Joe gets stopped by some fans in the parking lot. He takes photos, but when the crowd gets too much, he has to decline. He didn't want to ruin Jojo's day.

"Why are those people taking photos, Dad?"

"I'm famous."

"Why?"

"Because Daddy plays football professionally; remember we talked about it?"

Jojo stares at him.

"But you're just daddy. How can you be famous?"

"Umm, you know the movie we watch? The people on there are acting professionally, so they are also famous." Joe explains. Jojo stares at him again.

"Am I famous?" He asks. Joe chuckles.

"Kinda, but not really."

"I see. Look how big this brachiosaur is!" Jojo shouts, wiggling out of Joe's arms. Joe sets him down and watches his son sprint the outside standee. Joe snaps a few photos and sends them to you. Jojo takes his hand and leads him to the entrance. Joe takes out his card to pay, but the cashier lets' him know it's free.

"I can't do that. It's fine."

"We insist, Joe." The manager says.

"At least let me pay for the family behind me." Joe hands the card over and the manager charges it. Jojo taps his foot waiting for his father to come. Joe finally finishes and takes his hand.

"We should start with the North America dinosaurs, then make our way around," Jojo shouts, holding up the map. Joe does his best to let Jojo take the lead, but people keep stopping them.

"Dad! We're going to miss the show!" Jojo yells.

"I need to get-"

"You need to get us another ring." An older guy says with his buddy nodding.

"I will try my best. Next season we plan to go harder." Joe nervously laughs.

"Dad!" Jojo screams, causing everyone to look. Joe excuses himself and follows Jojo.

"Sorry, the show started and unfortunately once it started we can't let anyone in." The worker apologizes but Jojo's eyes start to water.

"I'm so sorry little man."

"Take me home! I want Mommy!" He cries.

"Look, we still have one more floor to go to."

"I said home!" Jojo runs off, and Joe chases him. He picks Jojo up and takes him to the last floor. Jojo buries his face in Joe's neck and refuses to pay attention. Joe mispronounces the dinosaur names on purpose so that Jojo corrects him every time.

"No that is Diplodocus, dad." Jojo corrects him smiling.

"So smart." Joe kisses his head and lets Jojo down to explore. This time Joe refuses photos and autographs, which most people understand. He is not there at star quarterback Joe Burrow. Today he is only dad. Joe takes Jojo back for the show, but the next show isn't until 3, and they needed to head home for the party.

"It's his birthday today, and it would really mean a lot."

"I understand, but there is nothing I can do."

"Can you ask you, manager, please tell him it's for Joe Burrow." Joe folds his hand, begging. He hated using the I'm Joe Burrow thing, but it was Jojo's birthday, and he wanted to see this show. Joe would do anything to keep him happy. The worker pages the manager.

"Play the show, Helen. Are you insane? Whatever Joe wants!" He replies. Helen laughs and lets Joe and Jojo in. Joe is happy they are alone because he is starting to feel bad turning down kids for photos. Jojo placed his 3D glasses on and sat back, watching the show go on. In the end, he couldn't stop smiling.

"Dad, when I grow up, I want to study dinosaurs! Unless you want me to play football."

"Jojo, you can be anything you want to be. If you want to be a Paleontologist, go for it. Your mom, sister, and I would be proud of you either way." Joe says, picking him up and placing him in the car. Jojo looks down at his new T-Rex plushie and frowns.

"My sister?"

"Yes. You know mommy is pregnant and carrying your little sister in her belly right. I know you've been upset about it but it will be fun to be a big brother."

"You're not a big brother; how would you know?" Jojo rolls his eyes.

"You're right, but I'm a little brother, and having a sibling is the best thing in the world. You remember in the film how the older triceratops protected his little sister?"

"Yes. That's what I will do too. I'll protect sissy!" Jojo smiles.

"You will. And me and Mommy will protect both of you."

"unless one of us is the weaker one, then Mommy will abandon us." Jojo mumbles. Joe laughs. Maybe he shouldn't use dinosaurs to explain family. When they arrive home, Joe takes Jojo to the backyard, where everyone jumps out shouting surprise. The backyard has been transformed into a Jurassic theme. Jojo squeals and jumps with excitement. He runs around, saying hello to everyone and then to the huge dino figure near the pool. Finally, he makes his way to you.

"Mommy, I can't wait for sissy to come! I'll be the best big brother."

"Aww, my baby." You bend down to hug him feeling your little girl kick. Jojo runs around with his cousin and friends, playing. When it's time to open gifts, you shake your head at the amount Joe got Jojo. After cleaning up, and when the guest leaves, you take a much-needed bath. You find your favorite boys in bed waiting for you. Jojo lies in the middle, smiling. You and Joe got pregnant fresh out of college. At 21, you had no idea what the future would hold, but you made the decision to be a stay-at-home mom and support Joe's career. It was the best decision you've ever made. 5 years later, you are still madly in love and expecting child number two. Joe kisses your head and then Jojo's head. Jojo kisses your belly and turns on Jurassic Park 2.

[thatseventiesbitch]

For fic requests, could you write Leia, Donna, and Eric moments in Chicago?

Thanks for the ask! Prompt Ask Game

"Hey, Le-Le." Donna looked up as her teenage daughter flew into the the house. She let the front door slam behind her harder than she usually would, and Donna frowned. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," the sullen teenager responded. She broke for the stairs and took them two at a time, before her bedroom door slammed shut too, a few moments later.

Donna glanced at Eric across the kitchen table and raised her eyebrow, a silent question.

Eric sighed, and set down the newspaper. "I think it's my turn."

"Enjoy." Donna's words were thick with sarcasm. She lifted her coffee mug to her lips and took another leisurely sip as Eric scooted his chair back from the table.

A few moments later, he knocked on her bedroom door.

"Leia?" he called. His tone was tentative, gentle, like he was dealing with an unpredictable wild animal. "Bud? Everything okay?"

There was no answer, so he knocked again. Now the door jolted open.

Leia stood there, her face red and her eyes glassy. She wiped at her tear-stained cheeks, like she was hoping to conceal the fact that she'd been crying, but there was no hiding it from her father.

"Hey." He stepped forward and pulled her into a hug.

Leia was stiff in his arms and she didn't really hug him back, but she allowed him to rub her back.

"My stupid friends left me out again," she finally muttered. She wiped at her eyes again as they pulled back, betraying how hurt she was. "They all m-made plans to go to the movies today. But no one invited me," she finished glumly. Another fat tear rolled down her face, and Eric frowned.

"Well then they don't sound like very good friends."

Leia lifted her eyebrows, silently agreeing.

"Who are they?" Eric wanted more information. "I'll - I'll call their parents. They can't just - "

"Oh my god, Dad," Leia groaned, covering her face with her hands now. "No. That would be so embarrassing." She shook her head and turned around, crossing back into her bedroom and flopping down onto the bed dramatically. "Just - just leave me alone." Her words were muffled, as she spoke into her pillow.

But Eric was rooted to the spot. He felt helpless as he watched his daughter. Suddenly, he had an idea and a smile slowly stretched across his face.

"Hey. Do you wanna go see Sue?"

Leia lifted her head, but she still didn't look at him. "Really?" she said, tentatively.

Eric grinned. "Yeah. Forget them. Let's go." He crossed over to her bed and sat down on the edge next to her. "Huh? What do you say?" he cajoled.

Two hours later, Eric, Donna, and Leia walked into the massive exhibit hall where Sue the T-Rex lived. Leia ran ahead of her parents to the base of the skeleton, and she grinned up at it.

"It's exactly like I remember," she crowed, craning her neck to see all the way to the end of Sue's tail. She glanced back at her parents, and caught her dad's eye. "This was my favorite place when I was little."

Eric smiled at her affectionately. "I remember."

Leia gazed back at the gigantic dinosaur specimen, a genuine smile on her face for the first time all day.

"I seem to also remember an ice cream stand just outside. You always got a chocolate-vanilla swirl cone," he reminisced.

"Yeah. I could go for one of those right now."

Eric nodded. "We can make that happen."

The little family completed their loop around the T-Rex, and now started to head for the Field Museum's exit. Leia fell back to walk even with Eric.

"Dad?" she said in a quiet voice. He glanced at her. "Thanks," she said, a little reluctantly. "I had a good day."

Eric grinned and set his arm around her shoulder. "Me too, kiddo."

[pockycigar]

the gang goes to the natural history museum.

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tim: paleontologists used to think the small forelimbs were used by males to hold the females during dinosaur sex. but ignore that. stupid theory. a more plausible theory submits that forearms shrank to reduce injury and mauling during feeding. frenzied t-rex heads are massive. (duh. use your eyes. Eye.) and have a bite force of 35,000 newtons. imagine that coming down on your arm. it'd tear right off. that'd be messed up. and if you kept your arm it'd become diseased and gangrenous from bacteria. you'd wish the damn thing came off. you'd wish you were dead. nasty. anyways i hate tyrannosaurs. the ideal dinosaur of the cretaceuous period was the anklyosaurus. magnificent creatures.

kelly: didja escape your exhibit. get it. cuz ur old. geezer lol. don't get dino-sore haha. crusty. hehe.

[brightlotusmoon]

In the 90s in high school I got invited to the birthday party for one of the Popular Girls.

(Note: my high school was combined with the middle school and still had only 400 students. I was the only physically disabled kid in my grade, I was obviously autistic and ADHD but my mother sensed that a professional diagnosis would lead to abusive therapy; good sense mom.)

I tried to play the games they were playing, but they giggled at me and stared like I was a strange zoo exhibit. I wound up using their house phone to call my mom to pick me up. At school, the girls avoided me. A couple of them started mimicking my hemiplegic mixed cerebral palsy stance: stiff legs, T-Rex arm with wrist torsion and claw hand. Apparently my head would lean side to side occasionally. When I sat in chairs my body would slide down because my torso lacked stability. At least I saw what I looked like when I wasn't focused on masking and controlling...

the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.

[lowtaxsa]

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Roostersaurus Rex

A/N: Finally another addition to my Career Day universe! 

Rooster accompanies the reader’s class to the museum for a field trip and makes a new friend along the way

“Roos, I promise I will never ask for anything ever again. I just need you to do this one favor.” I beg, leaning down to look Rooster in the eyes as he sits on the couch. “It’s just one field trip to the museum and I need one more chaperone. I know you were planning on relaxing for your day off but I just need-” 

“Why are you begging, little lady?” Rooster chuckles, looking up at me with love in his eyes. “You know I love your students, I’d be happy to go to the museum with you guys for my day off.” 

I squeal, throwing my arms around him. “You’re the best!” 

He laughs, lifting me into his lap. “It’s not every day I get to hang out with my best girl and my favorite kiddos, I can’t wait.” 

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I rest my hand on my hip, using the other to wave the kids off the bus. Rooster follows at the end of the group, holding Macy’s hand. I smile, looking at the two of them over the top of my sunglasses. “Are you stealing my boyfriend, Macy?”

Macy giggles, blushing and looking up at Rooster. “No… Mr. Rooster is my friend.” 

“Best friend.” Rooster emphasizes, chuckling as Macy runs off to join the group on the museum's steps. 

“As much as I love that you and Macy are best friends now, I have another kiddo for you to hang out with today.” I smile, kissing Rooster’s cheek and leading him to the group of kids. I scan the group as they listen to the tour guide, leading Rooster to a small boy on the edge of the group. 

The boy, his dark curls hanging over his glasses, faces away from the tour guide, looking at the dinosaur statues. 

“Colby?” I smile softly, gaining his attention. “Do you remember Lieutenant Bradshaw from career day?” 

Colby nods, looking at Rooster. “Mr. Rooster.”

“That’s right.” I smile, kneeling down to his height. “Mr. Rooster is going to hang out with you today, okay?” 

Colby scans my face before looking at Rooster again, then back to me. “Can I teach him about the dinosaurs?” He whispers to me. 

“I’m sure Mr. Rooster would love to learn about the dinosaurs.” I nod, looking at Rooster. 

“I love dinosaurs.” Rooster smiles, holding his hand out to Colby.

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“This display is wrong.” I can hear Colby’s voice floating down the hallway as I check on the groups of my students. “These dinosaurs lived in completely different eras.” 

“Is that so?” Rooster’s voice is the next one I hear, filled with genuine interest. 

I round the corner, pausing to take a picture of the scene in front of me. Rooster has Colby on his shoulders, both of their faces pressed against the glass of the exhibit. 

“The T-Rex lived in the Late Cretaceous and the Stegosaurus would’ve been found in the Late Jurassic,” Colby says like it's obvious. “Even if they had lived in the same time period, they wouldn’t have fought like this.” 

Rooster smiles, holding Colby steady on his shoulders. “How did the dinosaurs get their names?” 

“Most of them come from Latin and describe what the dinosaur looked like.” Colby smiles. “Some were named after the people who found them.” 

“So if I found a dinosaur, I could name it the Roostersaurus Rex?” Rooster laughs. 

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“Thank you again for doing that.” I smile at Rooster, setting my keys down on our kitchen table. 

“Of course, little lady. I love hanging out with the kiddos and I learned a lot from Colby today.” Rooster smiles, wrapping his arms around my waist. 

“He loved hanging out with you.” I look up at him. “He’s normally so quiet… and miles ahead of the other kids in terms of his knowledge. He just needed someone to listen to him.”  

Rooster rests his chin on top of my head, swaying back and forth. “He’s a cute kid.” 

A silence settles over us for a moment before Rooster speaks again. 

“Would you want to have a kid with me?” He asks. 

“Put a ring on it first, big guy.” I laugh. “Then I’ll have your children.” 

“Deal.” Rooster smiles, kissing my cheek. 

“Now,” I smile. “Take me to bed or lose me forever, big guy.” 

“Show me the way home, little lady.” Rooster croons, scooping me up over his shoulder.

[babyboibucky]

Project V: Wherever This Brings Us

Pairing: College!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You confront Bucky about his date at the museum.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Slight violence (nothing serious), unprotected p in v penetration without foreplay, more feelings, an angry Steve lol

A/N: I literally rescheduled a work call at a much later time to post this LMFAO

Project V Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

You couldn’t understand the emotion that was bubbling up inside of you as you headed to the museum. It was such a familiar yet new feeling that you honestly didn’t want to pay attention to. It was such a bad emotion and it’s been a long time since you felt it that it was making your bile rise up to your throat.

Hell no, you weren’t going to vomit.

Not especially in front of Bucky and this girl he took out on a date. Without your knowledge. He didn’t even ask for your permission, didn’t say anything vague to give you a clue about it. Nada. Nothing. Bucky gave you nothing.

“Excuse me, miss. You need a ticket to get in.” the security stopped you as soon as you stomped into the entrance.

“Oh, I’ll be in and out, I swear. You wouldn’t even notice.” you said with a chuckle and tried to walk away until the security grabbed your arm.

“We can’t let you in. No ticket, no entrance.” he said, tipping his head towards a sign which said the exact same words.

“Goddammit, how much is the ticket and where can I buy it?” you huffed out.

“The booth is over there.” he said, pointing at the counter at the side of the entrance, where the line was fucking long for the first time in forever.

You cursed to yourself as you marched towards the line, finding the end of it but to no avail. Approaching a group of students in line, you questioned why there were so many people lining up when the museum was never this busy even on weekends.

“There’s a special exhibit for Star Wars at the science section. Today’s the last day.” the student said.

Of fucking course! It’s the only reason why Bucky took this girl to the museum, to see the Star Wars exhibit and since you were out on a date with Pietro, he decided to find someone else to drag along.

It had to be that because if Bucky gave you a different reason for going on Bumble, you were most definitely going to kick his balls. Just the thought of Bucky flirting with someone made your blood boil, and so you could no longer wait and headed towards the front of the line and squeezed in before the next person could even approach the counter.

“Hey, you’re not allowed to cut the line!” the girl behind you complained.

“And do I look like I fucking care?” you snapped, “I’m already so fucking pissed off so do me a favor and stop bitching!” you added before demanding the lady at the counter to give you a ticket.

She was about to say something but you merely lifted an eyebrow at her and that was enough to shut her up. The lady quickly gave you your ticket and you made sure to wave it right in front of the security’s face when you walked inside.

And so your hunt began.

Like a predator in search of its prey, you quickly went around the museum and scanned every person that passed you by. It wasn’t until ten minutes into your hunt that you noticed a familiar brunette walking around the prehistoric area with a brown-haired girl next to him.

You walked slowly towards them, keeping your eye on Bucky and observing his gestures. He was throwing his head back as he laughed, scrunching his nose and running his fingers through his hair before licking his lips— he was most definitely flirting.

Taking a deep breath in, you shook your arms and stretched your neck before approaching them. You kept on telling yourself to stay reserved when you start confronting them, to act like you were there just to check in on Bucky and his date.

“These are so amazing!” The girl exclaimed, looking over at the t-rex fossil display. “I’m still amazed at the creativity of whoever thought about dinosaurs.” She added and you couldn’t hold back from making your presence known.

“Oh my god, your date is pretty.” You said.

Bucky turned and the moment he saw you, his eyes widened and almost popped out of their sockets. The girl looked at you with confusion and then glanced at Bucky.

“Thanks, um, do you know him?” The girl asked and you snorted.

“Don’t thank me, I meant to say you were pretty dumb.” You bluntly said before making a face at Bucky.

“Really? A girl who doesn’t know that dinosaurs are real?” You asked.

The girl gasped, “Excuse me?”

You rolled your eyes at her, “I hate to break it to you but dinosaurs aren’t exactly an invention. They actually existed.” You said before turning to Bucky again, “What the fuck are you doing, Bucky?” You asked.

The girl grunted, “Bucky, what’s going on? Who is she?” She asked, holding onto Bucky’s arm.

You grinned at Bucky, “Go on, tell her.” You said before an idea hatched, “Or better yet, why don’t you show her your home screen wallpaper.”

Bucky smiled nervously, forcing out a dry laugh, “What do you mean?”

The girl was obviously confused and kept on asking who you were. “Like I said, show her your wallpaper and that’ll answer her question.”

Bucky swallowed hard and was unable to speak up. He quickly showed his date his lockscreen, a photo of Sailor Moon.

“I don’t get it.” His date said.

“I said home screen, Bucky. Not lockscreen.” You told him through gritted teeth, “Show. Her.”

Bucky exhaled and shook his head, “Nope.”

“James.”

“Who’s James?” The girl asked.

“Shut up. I’m not talking to you.” You said, keeping your glare at Bucky who started sweating.

“James Buchanan Barnes.” You warned but Bucky obviously didn’t want to do it.

So you snatched his phone out from his hand and showed his wallpaper to his date, almost shoving his phone right onto her face.

“Those are my tits! Bucky and I fuck almost on a daily basis!” You exclaimed out loud, ignoring the strange looks from people around.

Bucky clamped a hand over your mouth shushing you, “She’s fucking around!” He told his date.

“Then whose boobs were those?!” She asked gruffly.

Bucky struggled to shut you up, pressing his palm against your mouth hard until you managed to bite his hand away from your face.

“Tell her the truth!” You demanded.

“Tell her what? That we’re just best friends with benefits?! Fine! Okay, Dot, this is my best friend and we sometimes fuck! You happy?!” He said.

Bucky’s date, who now has a name, slapped Bucky in the face before walking away. You cackled at Bucky who looked at you incredulously.

“You ruined my date.” He accused you.

Your jaw dropped, “A date you never told me about! What the fuck is that?!” You angrily asked.

“I got bored and downloaded Bumble!” He explained.

“You said to come back to you after my date with Pietro! Which by the way, I asked for your permission before actually agreeing to.” You said.

“Well, I didn’t think that I needed to ask for your permission given that you were already out on a date when I decided to do the same thing.” Bucky said and rubbed his cheek.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “You are pissing me off right now, Bucky. If you don’t tell me why the fuck you suddenly went out on a date with that idiot, I am going to hurt you.” You threatened.

“Why do I need to have a reason for that?” Bucky asked irately.

“You know what I’m talking about. Play dumb again and I swear to god I’m going to cut a little bitch boy.” you threatened.

“Like I said, I got bored and decided to give Bumble a try.” Bucky poorly explained.

“You wanted revenge, didn’t you?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. “You hated that I went out with Pietro. You wanted to see the Star Wars exhibit with me but I was on a date and so you downloaded Bumble and invited a stupid girl on a date to get your revenge while also seeing the Star Wars exhibit. Tell me I’m wrong.” you challenged.

Bucky actually looked impressed, but the look on his face quickly changed. “Well, I thought she was cute so I swiped right. That’s the only reason why I asked her out.” he said with a nonchalant shrug.

“Liar.” you insisted. “Why would you randomly do that after shoving your dick in between my tits this morning?!” you almost yelled, your voice echoing all around the museum.

“Okay! Because I hated the thought that those same tits could be dangling right in front of Pietro’s fuckin’ Sokovian face and I needed a distraction!” Bucky exploded.

“You said I can go and fuck him!” you defended.

“I didn’t think you would actually do that!” Bucky said.

“You’re a dumbass, Bucky!” you screamed at him before punching his throat.

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“For the love of god, stop fucking in public!”

You and Bucky turned around and saw an aggravated Steve approach the both of you inside the precinct.

“We didn’t fuck, Steve.” Bucky said, his hoarse voice making you snicker to yourself.

Steve frowned, “What happened to your voice? And what did you do to get you both detained? Again?” he asked, placing his hands on his hips.

The officer at the table cleared his throat, “The two of them were yelling vulgar things at each other in the museum before she throat-punched him. In front of preschoolers out on a field trip. They’re now banned from the museum.”

“You what?! You promised you wouldn’t get violent if I told you where Bucky went!” Steve gasped at you.

You only shrugged, “I didn’t promise anything, Steve.” you explained as you shook your head.

Bucky stood up, “You were the one who told her?! Traitor!” he said.

“She threatened to hurt me, Bucky.” Steve explained.

“Pussy.” Bucky told Steve before sitting back down.

“No, Bucky. If there’s anyone who’s a pussy, it’s you!” you pointed a finger at him.

The officer slammed the desk with his hands, silencing the chaos in the room. He let out another exasperated sigh as he squeezed the bridge of his nose. You and Bucky glanced at each other before nervously looking up at the officer.

“I will let the two of you off easily just because this entire thing seems to be a result of immaturity. But I will be requiring a total of 50 hours of community service starting tomorrow.”

Bucky groaned, “She hurt me, I shouldn’t be punished! I deserve justice!”

The officer glared at him, “Plus 30 more hours for implying that I’m being unjust. That makes it a total of 80 hours of community service.”

You cursed Bucky, “See what your bitch ass did!” you said and punched his shoulder.

“Another 20 hours for yet another act of violence. 100 hours of community service. Boy, if you don’t get the two of your friends out of here, I will be requesting a warrant of arrest.” the officer told Steve who quickly dragged the both of you out.

-

Steve slammed the door behind him and commanded that the both of you sit. He rubbed his face with his hand before letting out a deep and heavy sigh. You and Bucky slowly sat down on his bed, waiting for Steve to speak up.

“I’m so tired of the both of you dragging my ass into every mess.” he admitted.

“Then I’ll make Sam my emergency contact from now on.” Bucky said.

Steve glared at him, “If you did, he wouldn’t come to save your ass. So, you’re welcome. Both of you.” he said.

“I’m sorry, Steve.” you mumbled.

Steve bitterly chuckled, “Don’t apologize to me.” he said before glancing at Bucky, “You two need to talk. And I mean seriously, like adults.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked.

“Bucky, I swear to god I’m this close to actually hauling your ass out the window.” Steve warned and it immediately shut Bucky up.

Steve headed for the door, “No one is allowed to get out of this room unless everything has been settled. Talk. Look, if you need to hump each other to fix things, by all means, hump away because I cannot deal with the two of you acting like kids throwing a tantrum.” he said and gave you both one last look before leaving the room.

“You heard Steve, talk.” you said.

Bucky turned to you, “Why me? Ladies first, talk.” he snapped back.

“You are such a fucking coward!” you grunted, about to rip all of your hair out.

“And you’re so bossy!” Bucky said and stood up from the bed.

He paced back and forth before looking at you again, “I want to punch you so bad. My throat actually hurts because of what you did, I can’t believe you did that right in front of kids!” he said before coughing.

You stood up and squared up to Bucky, “Fuck them kids! That’ll teach them not to fuck around.” you said.

“I’m so close to punching you right now, if you only knew.” Bucky said, gritting his teeth.

“Then punch me.” you challenged.

“I’m not doing that.” Bucky said in disbelief.

“See? You’re a coward!” you said.

Bucky’s jaw tensed, “I’m not a coward. Say that again and I will punch your tits.” he said.

You laughed, “No you won’t, because you love my tits.” you said confidently.

“Maybe I do, but you’re provoking me right now and your tits are not an exception at this moment.” he said softly.

“Then punch me, Bucky.” you said.

Bucky exhaled as he looked down at you, the blue in his eyes gone and replaced by darkness. You faltered a bit, afraid that you might have gone too far because this was the first time you’d ever seen Bucky stare at you like that— like he was truly mad at you. For a moment you thought that he might actually physically hurt you but he didn’t and instead, grabbed you by the neck and pulled you into a fierce kiss.

It was rushed and messy, the kiss with Bucky that you willingly returned with the same amount of fervor. There was nothing soft nor affectionate in how the both of you started undressing each other. The anger was immediately replaced by the pure unadulterated need to release tension before one of you could even explode.

Bucky had you on his bed, with your wrists pinned above your head as he pushed your underwear aside. With no prior preparation, Bucky slid inside of your cunt and surprisingly, there wasn’t much pain from the sudden intrusion.

“Can’t believe you’re already so fucking wet.” he grunted as he pulled out until only the tip of his cock was inside of you.

You whined at the loss of friction, your legs opening wider for Bucky to fully put his weight on you. He chuckled against your neck, “What? Fighting gets your pussy going?” he teased before slamming back into you, causing your body to jolt upwards.

“Stop talking and fuck me already.” you hissed and lifted your head up enough to catch Bucky’s bottom lip in between your teeth, tugging at it hard until it bled.

“What’s up with you and violence?” Bucky asked, licking his lips before kissing you hard, letting you taste the metallic tang of his blood.

Clenching hard around Bucky had his grip on your wrists to loosen up, giving you the opportunity to flip him around until you were on top. You tilted your head at him as you slowly gyrated your hips against his.

“What’s up with you getting on my nerves all the damn time?” you taunted before gripping his neck, using it for leverage as you bounced on his cock.

Bucky slapped your hand away as he coughed, “My throat is off limits!” he wheezed, “You wanna kill me or what?” he asked, annoyed.

He was able to flip you again but doing so only ended up with you fighting back for dominance until the both of you rolled out of the bed and onto the wooden floor. No words nor quips were exchanged from then on, having the desperate need to orgasm in hopes of easing away the tension.

Bucky let you ride him, his fingers gripping your hips and guiding you up and down his hard cock. Every single time he lifted his hips up to meet yours made you whimper, edging you closer and closer to your sweet release.

“Bucky, ‘m close…” you whined, nuzzling your face into his neck.

He cradled your head and kissed your temple before carefully switching the position, placing you down on the floor before taking your legs and putting them above his broad shoulders. He moved your hair away from your face before running his thumb along your bottom lip.

“It’s okay, you can cum.” he said before kissing you hard at the same time he pounded into you fast.

Your fingernails raked along his back, leaving your marks as you moaned into his mouth. Your toes curled and your eyes burned with tears when Bucky hit your sweet spot. Your abdomen spasmed and with one forceful thrust, Bucky sent you over the edge. You let out a breathy moan as you came, your pussy squeezing his cock tightly it had him cumming at the same time.

Bucky moaned out your name as his hips stilled, allowing your throbbing cunt to milk his cock dry. Your body jolted with aftershocks when Bucky carefully moved, thrusting into you a few more times until his body dropped on top of yours.

A few minutes passed by with nothing but silence and your breaths. Bucky rolled onto his back and rested for a couple of seconds before turning on his side to look at you.

You stared at the ceiling before swallowing hard, “I don’t like it when you flirt with someone else.” you finally admitted, your voice almost inaudible.

“I don’t like it when you entertain someone else either.” Bucky responded, reaching out to hold your face, turning it to look at him.

“Then why did you tell me to go fuck Pietro? You said to come back to you after and then I’d know the reason whether we were exclusive or not?” you asked.

Bucky licked his lips, “Because I got offended that you even had to ask.” he said before looking up at the ceiling, “I always thought that it was obvious that we were...sort of...you know. We have sex but platonically. I mean, we’re best friends. But also I thought that we aren’t? But not like enemies, just...you know what I’m saying. And when you asked for my permission, I thought that this meant nothing to you because you actually considered entertaining someone else.” he said.

“I should have said that but you know how terrible I am in...these types of things.” Bucky further explained.

“Yeah, you’re terrible at talking.” you said before laughing softly, “But so am I.” you added.

“I mean you did punch me instead of explaining.” Bucky said.

You cackled out loud, “I got carried away! I’m sorry, I punched you. But seeing you flirt with that dumb bitch?” you said, “I was so offended you went for someone like her.” you said.

“I lied because she was the first person who popped into Bumble and I swiped right immediately. I was angry and was desperate to get you out of my mind.” he said before humming, “So, did you and Pietro…” he carefully asked.

You groaned and covered your face with your hands, “Almost.” you admitted, “But I moaned out your name instead.”

Bucky sat up from the ground and looked at you with disbelief, “No, you did not.” he gasped.

“I did.” you moaned in embarrassment, keeping your face covered.

Bucky laughed, “I’m flattered but embarrassed for you.” he said in between his chuckles. “I can’t believe you did that.” he hollered.

You sat up and pushed his shoulder, “I fucking hate you.” you said but ended up laughing along with him.

“I was so excited to tell you about it, I thought we could get a good laugh at it. I also hate to boost your ego but Mister Buba is bigger than his peepee. I asked him to show me. I said I needed to know.” you told Bucky.

Bucky choked, “You asked him?!”

You told Bucky everything and reassured him that Pietro was truly a friend, and a good one at that. However, you didn’t mention anything about the talk you had with him about you and Bucky. Things may have been clarified between the two of you, but there was one more thing that you wanted to know.

“We suck at this, you know?” Bucky said.

You nodded, “Can I ask you one last thing?” you asked, “And I want the truth, no bullshitting nor weird analogies.” you reminded Bucky.

“I’ll try.” Bucky said.

“When you...hmm…” you cleared out your throat, realizing how difficult it actually was to be straightforward about it.

“When we played Never Have I Ever...when you put a finger down in that one particular round...was it...how do I say this…” you scratched your neck.

Bucky sighed, “How about we talk comfortably in a way that we will both understand each other? Because I know that we both suck at actually communicating.” he suggested.

You nodded, “Okay, alright. I’ll try.” you said and pondered for a moment.

“Was Sam really the person you thought of?” you asked.

Bucky shook his head, “No.”

Your breath hitched, “So did you mean that...you...me...no, shit.”

“I…” Bucky interrupted, “I love…” he started.

You nodded and lifted your eyebrows at him as you waited for him to continue. “You love…?” you asked.

Bucky looked like he was about to pop a vein with how much he was struggling, “Iloveyourtitsandpussy.” he said in one quick breath.

You were about to complain about his statement when he continued, “And I mean I don’t want...anybody else’s tits and pussy. If you catch my drift…” he said and cleared his throat.

You bit the insides of your cheeks and nodded casually, “I think…” you said and then coughed a few times before inhaling, “I think that...my pussy also...loves Mister Buba…” you blushed, whispering the last part before looking away from Bucky.

When you looked up, Bucky was failing at concealing his grin. His face was red and it probably wasn’t just because of the rough fucking from earlier. He ran his fingers through his hair before composing himself.

“Mister Buba is pleased to hear that.” he said.

“He better be.” you said.

“Look, I know this is...weird? We don’t have to rush into anything, at least for me. What do you want to do now?” Bucky asked.

You nodded, “I know, I feel the same way, Buck. I mean, it scares me. And I’m happy with what we currently have and...are you?” you asked, hoping to get the same answer from him.

Bucky nodded reassuringly, “Yeah, I’m happy too.” he said, “We don’t have to change a thing.” he suggested and you agreed.

“Wherever this brings us?” he asked hopefully.

“Wherever this brings us.” you repeated. “And can we just start talking casually about...us? In a way we’re both comfortable in?” you asked again.

Bucky let out a breath, “Okay. Let’s swear on our pierced nipples.” he said, placing a finger on his nipple.

You groaned at his action but did the same thing, placing your finger on your pierced nipple before swearing.

“I swear on my pierced nipple.” you said monotonously.

Bucky nodded again, “I swear on my pierced nipple.” he repeated and was about to lean in for a kiss when the door slammed open.

“Steve, you wanna go grab some—” Sam immediately stopped as soon as he entered the room, seeing you and Bucky sitting on the floor, completely naked with both your fingers touching your respective nipples.

Bucky screamed at him, throwing a pillow into his face before grabbing his blanket to wrap around your naked body.

“Ever heard about knocking?!” you exclaimed.

Sam blinked, completely unfazed at the scene before him. “Look, I don’t care about catching you both fucking but why the fuck are y’all touching your nipples like that? Not to kinkshame but that’s kinda weird.”

“Get out, Sam!”

[auxiliarydetective]

The Night Guard and The Witch

I said I'd write Night At The Museum fanfic... Originally, I started with the final scenes of Battle of the Smithsonian, but I thought establishing my OC's character first might be better, so... Have some scenes from the first movie. @black-nebula13 you said I could tag you. It's nothing special, but I'm getting somewhere, I swear

Scene 1

Larry caught his breath and stumbled over his words as he tried reading the info sign in front of the glass casing.

“Are you- you’re- Sa- Sacagawah- Sacagaweia? Who- Sacagawea! You’re Sacagawea?!”

“The glass”, Sacagawea mouthed. “I can’t hear you.”

“You- you can’t- can’t hear me? ‘Scuse me- who assisted Lewis and Clark”, Larry read on the sign. “Oh, so those are Lewis and Clark and you’re- Right. You seem- I’m Larry. What’s going on?!”, he shouted. “Do you know what’s going on here?”

“She can’t hear you, night guard”, a female voice behind him said.

Larry turned around, still trying to process what was going on. Behind him stood a teenage Viking girl, maybe somewhere around 16 to 18 years old. Her hair was dark blonde and braided backwards, her eyes battling with her apron dress for the more vibrant shade of green. Her white underdress and apron were accessorized by a double belt of leather, a pouch dangling from it. All of this was topped off with a brown fur cloak held in place by golden brooches with strings of beads and a bag with herbs peeking out of it swung over her shoulder.

“Uh- Hi”, Larry stammered. “I’m Larry. Larry Daley. I’m the new night guard.”

“Well, obviously. You’re also about to be in danger, so let’s leave, shall we?”

Without another word, the Viking girl grabbed Larry by the arm and pulled him out of the room, giving a small wave to Sacagawea. Sure enough, only a second later, Civil War mannequins jumped out from seemingly impossible places and started firing at each other. But the girl had already pulled Larry out of the room.

“And… uh… you are?”, he stammered.

“Bára Heiðradóttir.”

Larry made no attempt to even try and pronounce her last name. The first name would have to be enough. “You’re a viking, right?”

“In your terms, I suppose”, Bára said, making a dismissive motion with her hand.

“Wh- uh, what would you call yourself?”, Larry asked, now fully confused.

“I’m a völva”, Bára responded proudly. Then she added: “Well, in training. Forever. I have nobody to teach me here.” Larry just made a confused face. So, Bára continued: “A witch, so to say. I know my way around herbs, future vision, manipulation of fate, spells, curses, healing… Vikings are the big strong men who go to sea and plunder villages. I haven’t ever been to sea except for crossing a fjord.”

For a few moments, Larry just stood there, wide-eyed. Then he finally found his words again and they started flooding out of his mouth.

“Okay, so, can you please tell me what’s going on? Why does the T-Rex wanna play fetch with me? What’s up with the big stone guy? Why is Attila the Hun out to kill me? What’s with the mannequins? Wh-”

“Slow down, Larry”, Bára interrupted him. “That’s just the normal madness. Every night after sunset, the exhibits in this museum come to life.”

“To life?! Why?!”

Bára shrugged. “It’s not my doing. I’d ask the creepy Pharaoh but we’re not supposed to go near him.”

“And… why’s that?”

“Well, for one, the giant statues in front of his tomb aren’t very friendly and the Pharaoh himself keeps screaming and yelling inside his sarcophagus. Makes everyone super creeped out - except for Teddy Roosevelt, for some reason. It’s locked and so is the door so that nothing gets in or out.”

“Gee, I’ve heard that sentence before”, Larry murmured, suddenly remembering his instructions. Immediately, he fumbled with the old piece of paper.

“Sometimes, I wonder if he’s lonely”, Bára sighed, paying no mind to Larry’s antics. “He has to be so sad. Alone in his tomb every night, locked in a sarcophagus…”

“Hey, uh, listen”, Larry interrupted her, “it says here: Lock up the lions or they’ll eat you. Do you know where the lions are?”

“Of course! I spend so much time walking around this place, I know it very well by now.”

With that, Bára led Larry through the hallways. Along their path, they walked past a group of tall, scary looking Vikings in full battle gear. Bára waved at them kindly and they gave a small, respectful bow.

“The Hall of African Mammals is right this way”, Bára explained, pointing down one of the hallways.

“Thank you”, Larry said. His breathing and mind had calmed a little, though he was still terrified.

“Good luck on your first day - or night, I guess.”

With that, Bára disappeared in the other direction.

Scene 2

“Put me down!”, Jedediah screamed, squirming as Larry held him by the back of his shirt. “I don’t like to be manhandled!”

“Just calm down, Jed.”

“It doesn’t feel good! It makes me feel small… and powerless…”

“You done?”

“There he is!”, Bára’s voice echoed through the entrance hall. She came running down one of the stairs. “Get away from the windows, Larry, the sun is about to rise!”

Larry obeyed and came to meet her between the staircases. She extended out her hand beneath Jedediah’s feet. So, Larry set him down on her palm.

“I’ve been looking for you, Jed”, she said worriedly. “I had thought you could’ve fallen in one of the vents!”

But Jed paid more attention to Larry. “I’ll shoot you in your dang eye!”, he growled, pointing his tiny revolver at him. It only made a small clicking noise.

With a sigh, Bára turned around and walked off deeper into the museum, motioning for Larry to follow her. He had to keep quite the speed to follow along.

“I pass by the miniatures on my way back to my exhibit every night”, she explained. “I like looking at them. But the old night guards always sent me away when they saw me there.”

“They’re just no fun”, Jed grumbled.

“But now that you're here, maybe things could change!”

“Actually”, Larry sighed, “I don’t think I’m coming back.”

Bára scoffed. They had reached the Hall of Miniatures. Carefully, she placed Jedediah down, then immediately started walking, almost jogging off towards her own exhibit, dragging Larry along by the arm.

“You have to come back”, she said sternly as she hopped into her small scene of a Viking village.

Two women there with her had already taken their positions.

“They can’t put us under the reign of some tyrant again.”

With that, she picked up a pestle and mortar from a table and put on a soft smile. As a ray of sunlight hit her skin, it turned waxy. Suddenly, Larry noticed, everything was quiet.

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Real Dinosaurs Versus Reel Dinosaurs: Film’s Fictionalization of the Prehistoric World

by Shelby Wyzykowski

What better way can you spend a quiet evening at home than by having a good old-fashioned movie night? You dim the lights, cozily snuggle up on your sofa with a bowl of hot, buttery popcorn, and pick out a movie that you’ve always wanted to see: the 1948 classic Unknown Island. Mindlessly munching away on your snacks, your eyes are glued to the screen as the story unfolds. You reach a key scene in the movie: a towering, T. rex-sized Ceratosaurus and an equally enormous Megatherium ground sloth are locked in mortal combat. And you think to yourself, “I’m pretty sure something like this never actually happened.” And you know what? Your prehistorically inclined instincts are correct.

From the time that the first dinosaur fossils were identified in the early 1800s, society has been fascinated by these “terrible lizards.” When, where, and how did they live? And why did they (except for their modern descendants, birds) die out so suddenly? We’ve always been hungry to find out more about the mysteries behind the dinosaurs’ existence. The public’s hunger for answers was first satisfied by newspapers, books, and scientific journals. But then a whole new, sensational medium was invented: motion pictures. And with its creation came a new, exciting way to explore the primeval world of these ancient creatures. But cinema is art, not science. And from the very beginning, scientific inaccuracies abounded. You might be surprised to learn that these filmic faux pas not only exist in movies from the early days of cinema. They pervade essentially every dinosaur movie that has ever been made.

One Million Years B.C.

Another film that can easily be identified as more fiction than fact is 1966’s One Million Years B.C. It tells the story of conflicts between members of two tribes of cave people as well as their dangerous dealings with a host of hostile dinosaurs (such as Allosaurus, Triceratops, and Ceratosaurus). However, neither modern-looking humans nor dinosaurs (again, except birds) existed one million years ago. In the case of dinosaurs, the movie was about 65 million years too late. Non-avian dinosaurs disappeared 66 million years ago during a mass extinction known as the K/Pg (which stands for “Cretaceous/Paleogene”) event. An asteroid measuring around six miles in diameter and traveling at an estimated speed of ten miles per second slammed into the Earth at what is now the Yucatán Peninsula in Mexico. The effects of this giant impact were so devastating that over 75% of the world’s species became extinct. But the dinosaurs’ misfortunes were a lucky break for Cretaceous Period mammals. They were able to gain a stronger foothold and flourish in the challenging and inhospitable post-impact environment.

Cut to approximately 65 million, 700 thousand years later, when modern-looking humans finally arrived on the chronological scene. Until recently, the oldest known fossils of our species, Homo sapiens, dated back to just 195,000 years ago (which is, in geological terms, akin to the blink of an eye). And for many years, these fossils have been widely accepted to be the oldest members of our species. But this theory was challenged in June of 2017 when paleoanthropologists from the Max Planck Institute for Evolutionary Anthropology reported that they had discovered what they thought may be the oldest known remains of Homo sapiens on a desert hillside at Jebel Irhoud in Morocco. The 315,000-year-old fossils included skull bones that, when pieced together, indicated that these humans had faces that looked very much like ours, but their brains did differ. Being long and low, their brains did not have the distinctively round shape of those of present-day humans. This noticeable difference in brain shape has led some scientists to wonder: perhaps these people were just close relatives of Homo sapiens. On the other hand, maybe they could be near the root of the Homo sapien lineage, a sort of protomodern Homo sapien as opposed to the modern Homo sapien. One thing is for certain, the discovery at Jebel Irhoud reminds us that the story of human evolution is long and complex with many questions that are yet to be answered.

The Land Before Time

Another movie that misplaces its characters in the prehistoric timeline is 1988’s The Land Before Time. The stars of this animated motion picture are Littlefoot the Apatosaurus, Cera the Triceratops, Ducky the Saurolophus, Petrie the Pteranodon, and Spike the Stegosaurus. As their world is ravaged by constant earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, the hungry and scared young dinosaurs make a perilous journey to the lush and green Great Valley where they’ll reunite with their families and never want for food again. In their on-screen imagined story, these five make a great team. But, assuming that the movie is set at the very end of the Cretaceous (intense volcanic activity was a characteristic of this time), the quintet’s trip would have actually been just a solo trek. Ducky and Petrie’s species had become extinct several million years earlier, and Littlefoot and Spike would have lived way back in the Jurassic Period (201– 145 million years ago). Cera alone would have had to experience several harrowing encounters with the movie’s other latest Cretaceous creature, the ferocious and relentless Sharptooth, a Tyrannosaurus rex.

Speaking of Sharptooth, The Land Before Time’s animators made a scientifically accurate choice when they decided to draw him with a two-fingered hand, as opposed to the three fingers traditionally embraced by other movie makers. For 1933’s King Kong, the creators mistakenly modeled their T. rex after a scientifically outdated 1906 museum painting. Many other directors knowingly dismissed the science-backed evidence and used three digits because they thought this type of hand was more aesthetically pleasing. By the 1920s, paleontologists had already hypothesized that these predators were two-fingered because an earlier relative of Tyrannosaurus, Gorgosaurus, was known to have had only two functional digits. Scientists had to make an educated guess because the first T. rex (and many subsequent specimens) to be found had no hands preserved. It wasn’t until 1988 that it was officially confirmed that T. rex was two-fingered when the first specimen with an intact hand was discovered. Then, in 1997, Peck’s Rex, the first T. rex specimen with hands preserving a third metacarpal (hand bone), was unearthed. Paleontologists agree that, in life, the third metacarpal of Peck’s Rex would not have been part of a distinct, externally visible third finger, but instead would have been embedded in the flesh of the rest of the hand. But still, was this third hand segment vestigial, no longer serving any apparent purpose? Or could it have possibly been used as a buttressing structure, helping the two fully formed fingers to withstand forces and stresses on the hand? Peck’s Rex’s bones do display evidence that strongly supports arm use. You can ponder this paleo-puzzle yourself when you visit Carnegie Museum of Natural History’s Dinosaurs in Their Time exhibition, where you can see a life-sized cast of Peck’s Rex facing off with the holotype (= name-bearing) T. rex, which was the first specimen of the species to be recognized (by definition, the world’s first fossil of the world’s most famous dinosaur!).

T. rex in Dinosaurs in Their Time. Image credit: Joshua Franzos, Treehouse Media

Jurassic Park

One motion picture that did take artistic liberties with T. rex for the sake of suspense was 1993’s Jurassic Park. In one memorable, hair-raising scene, several of the movie’s stars are saved from becoming this dinosaur’s savory snack by standing completely still. According to the film’s paleontological protagonist, Dr. Alan Grant, the theropod can’t see humans if they don’t move. Does this theory have any credence, or was it just a clever plot device that made for a great movie moment? In 2006, the results of ongoing research at the University of Oregon were published in the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology, providing a surprising answer. The study involved using perimetry (an ophthalmic technique used for measuring and assessing visual fields) and a scale model T. rex head to determine the creature’s binocular range (the area that could be viewed at the same time by both eyes). Generally speaking, the wider an animal’s binocular range, the better its depth perception and overall vision. It was determined that the binocular range of T. rex was 55 degrees, which is greater than that of a modern-day hawk! This theropod may have even had visual clarity up to 13 times greater than a person. That’s extremely impressive, considering an eagle only has up to 3.6 times the clarity of a human! Another study that examined the senses of T. rex determined that the dinosaur had unusually large olfactory bulbs (the areas of the brain dedicated to scent) that would have given it the ability to smell as well as a present-day vulture! So, in Jurassic Park, even if the eyes of T. rex had been blurred by the raindrops in this dark and stormy scene, its nose would have still homed-in on Dr. Grant and the others, providing the predator with some tasty midnight treats.

Now, it may seem that this blog post might be a bit critical of dinosaur movies. But, truly, I appreciate them just as much as the next filmophile. They do a magnificent job of providing all of us with some pretty thrilling, edge-of-your-seat entertainment. But, somewhere along the way, their purpose has serendipitously become twofold. They have also inspired some of us to pursue paleontology as a lifelong career. So, in a way, dinosaur movies have been of immense benefit to both the cinematic and scientific worlds. And for that great service, they all deserve a huge round of applause.

Shelby Wyzykowski is a Gallery Experience Presenter in CMNH’s Life Long Learning Department. Museum staff, volunteers, and interns are encouraged to blog about their unique experiences and knowledge gained from working at the museum.

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Souls In The Night. Chapter One.

Hi y’all! I finally finished the first chapter of my NATM fic, so here it is! I hope you enjoy reading it. ^^

Rune had just finished recording a new song when their dad called. He was waiting for them in the company's parking lot. They grabbed their things and sprinted outside, not caring about the cold breeze that made her face prickle and the drenched shirt they had on. They were just excited to spend time with their dad.

Once in the car, they started talking about each other's days.

    "Dad?" Larry hummed. "Something's off." Rune said. "What do you mean?" The younger sighed. They sat in silence until Larry spoke up again. "Hey, uh.. do you think Nicky would like Queens?" "There we go. Dad, did you get evicted again?" Rune crossed their arms and turned to face their father. "No, no I didn't get evicted. Not.. yet, listen-" Rune let out an exasperated sigh.

    "I found a job, okay a stable job." "Really?" "Yes, at the Museum of Natural HIstory."

    The teen tuts. "I got the night shift, that's why I didn't answer any of your calls." "Huh. And what do you do on this night shift?" "Well I- actually, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." "Now you've got my attention."

    They both get out of the car and wait for Nicky in front of his school.

    Larry proceeds to explain all that's happened in the last few days - the tablet, the exhibits coming to life - but just as expected, Rune looks at him with wide eyes, before chuckling. "Yeah, you were right. I don't believe you."

    “Rune, you don’t understand, I’m telling the truth! If you’d only come with me and see for yourself-” “Dad, that’s enough!” They stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “I understand you’re excited about having a new job and all and I’m happy for you but.. I’m not 10 anymore okay? I'm not fooled by these things.” Larry stood there trying to find his words. They were right, they had no reason to believe him.

    “Just one night. That’s all I ask. Nicky will be there too.” The teen sighed, deep in thought. Finally, they spoke up. “Fine. One night.” He sighed in relief and hugged Rune, thanking them.

    After picking Nick up, they headed towards the museum. The two kids hung out in the break room until every last person left.

    Their heads turned at the sound of the door opening. “Kids, it’s time.” Their father said. The two teenagers followed him into the lobby, sitting on the main desk. “Alright, get ready because this museum is about to come to life in 3, 2, 1...” He said before gesturing to the T-Rex statue. “Right about now..” More seconds passed, nothing happened. Both kids looked at each other, sighed and jumped off the desk, heading back to the office to gather their things when they were stopped in their tracks. “Wait wait where are you guys going-” “Home. We’re going home dad” Nick responded. “No, there must be something wrong I-” “Dad, we’re done. You wasted your chance.” Rune retorted. Their father looked defeated. “No, seriously, something’s wrong. Follow me.”

    They followed suit until they reached the Egypt exhibit, waiting at the entrance. “I knew it. Look! The tablet is missing.” Larry exclaimed. “The one that magically glows?” Rune chuckled, making Nicky giggle as well. “No I’m serious, it’s supposed to be there!”

    The girl turned to their brother and mouthed ‘Let’s go’ before they let him climb on their back and went to get their things.

    When they’d almost finished packing, Rune noticed something glimmer in one of the drawers of the desk. After looking closer at it, they recognized it as.. the tablet! The one their dad was speaking about! Just then, three old men and their dad walked in at the same time. “Game over, kiddo. Hand over that tablet.” The one closest to them said. They shook their head and slowly passed it to their brother. “Nick, turn that last piece, and you’ll see what I was talking about.” “Do not do that-” “Nicky, listen to me. Turn it, now!”

    As soon as Nick turned the piece on the tablet, the whole building rumbled. “Rune.” Larry said, “Run. Now!” The teen grabbed their brother’s hand and darted towards the door, trying to dodge the guards. Unfortunately, Cecil tripped them, grabbing the tablet from Nick’s hand while the other two held their father down. “ Thank you very much. We'll take it from here .”

    The two kids ran until they found themselves in the lobby, surrounded by the exhibits who were just roaming around.

    Rune couldn’t believe their eyes; their dad was indeed saying the truth!

    They grabbed Nick’s hand and hid under the reception desk, holding him close to them. “Nicky, we have to get the tablet back, quick!” they yelled. “How? We don’t know where they went, they could be gone by now!” he responded. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in their head. “I know who might be able to help. Follow me!”

    They snatched him from the ground and darted towards the Egypt exhibit, past the 20 foot jackal statues, right to the sarcophagus that was sheltering the 4000 year old pharaoh. They should’ve probably noticed the door locking itself but in their panic their focus was on getting to the coffin.

    Struggling a bit, they pushed the stone slab off, almost getting hit by the lid of the golden coffin. Both kids watched in terror as the mummy rose from it’s slumber. “ Um, sorry to bother you, but, uh, your guys there, your jackal guys  -- Do you think you could actually ask them to back off, please?   We're not trying to hurt you, and they think we are.   Do you think you could possibly do it, like, now? !” The jackals almost reached them with their spears when the mummy turned his head and yelled at them to back off. They obliged and went back to their spots. Now they had another problem; an angry mummy, slowly closing in on them, taking it’s bandages off. Nick grabbed Rune’s hand, holding it tightly and hiding behind them.

    They were stunned when from underneath them appeared a rather young boy. To be honest, Rune’s heart skipped a beat.

    “You would not believe how stuffy it is in there.” he calmly said. “How come you speak English?” Nick asked, baffled. “I went to Cambridge University.” “You went to Cambridge?” Rune queried. “I was on display in the Egyptology Department.” After a moment of silence he turned back to them and said “I’m Ahkmenrah, Fourth King of the Fourth Kings, ruler of the land of my father’s.” King? He looks so young, maybe my age, how can-   “Uh, hi..” They started, doing a small bow with their hand on their heart. “I’m Rune, daughter of Larry and this is my younger brother Nick and we hail from Brooklyn..” Awkward. There was tension in the air, you could cut it with a knife. “Rune, Nick, guardians of Brooklyn, I am forever in your debt. Now, bestow the tablet upon me so that I may assume command of my kingdom.” Tablet? Tablet- OH!   “Oh, yeah, the tablet! I would love to bestow it upon you but, well, we don’t actually have it..”

    Moments later, the stone slab flew through the iron doors that were guarding the exhibit, which had locked themselves. The trio hurried towards the main lobby, drawn in by all the noise. Larry appeared out of nowhere, running towards them. “Guys! Where have you been?” “We got help!” Rune shouted, over everyone’s voices.

    Skipping the introductions, they went over to the balcony and looked at the mess the other exhibits had made. Larry tried to quiet them down but nothing worked. That’s when Rune lifted themselves onto the railing and whistled - that kind of whistle loud enough to be heard from one part of a stadium to the other during a game - and everyone turned their attention to them. “Thank you, jeez” they muttered. “This is King Ahkmenrah. His tablet is what brings you to life every night. And those old night guards? They stole it. Now, we need to find those guards and get the tablet back and we need to do it before morning.”

    Rune nodded and lifted themselves on the railing once more. “Alright everyone, listen up!” They started. Ahkmenrah could feel his heart skip a few beats and his face heat up watching them give out commands. “Civil War guys, head over to the Planetarium Wing. Columbus, take the Neanderthals and do a sweep from Invertebrates all the way to Reptiles.” The explorer nodded and went on his way. “Jed and Octavius, the guards’ van is parked out back. Go take care of it.” Larry instructed.

    “No, no sir! I ain’t working with toga boy.”

    “Romans work alone.” Octavius stated before getting hit with the handle of Jed’s gun. He yelped in pain. “Oh, that didn’t hurt, don’t be a baby!” Jed said. In return, Octavius hit him with his sword. “Okay that was much harder!”

    “Guys, come on! Jed, Octavius, take away the fact you were born 2,000 years apart, you guys aren't that different. You're both great leaders. You just want what's best for your people, right? ”

    “Yeah” they admitted in unison.

    Larry continued. “ Civil War dudes! You guys are brothers, for God's sakes. You've gotta stop fighting. North wins. Slavery's bad. Sorry.   Don't wanna burst your bubble. But, South, you guys get... Allman Brothers and NASCAR.  So just chill! Look, without that tablet, all of this... this whole coming to life at night thing, it all goes away. Now, I don't want to let that happen... but I need your help. ”

    “ We can get this done, but we gotta do it together. So who's with us?” Rune exclaimed. “Yeah!” the exhibits shouted. “Who’s with us?” They said once more. “Yeah!” They erupted in cheers.

    Rune and the others ran back to the storage room and out the back doors, into the cold night. The van was already gone by the time they had arrived. “Sacajawea, you’re a good tracker. Do you think you can track the guys who took it?” Larry asked. She nodded and headed for the tracks the tires left in the thick snow. “He went east, but he lost control and crashed.” She said. “You're amazing. How can you tell that? ” Nicky asked. Sacajawea pointed at the van that had been left behind, crashed into some trash bins. Rune snickered. “He left the wagon and went back." Sacajawea stated.

    “He went back?” “Why would he go back?” Larry and Rune asked at the same time before a loud crash erupted from behind them. “Get out of the way! ” yelled Cecil, who was on a stagecoach pulled by two horses. He sped past them, hitting Teddy and slicing him in half. “Oh dear. That's problematic.” The president remarked. “ Teddy! Oh, man-” “Larry, relax. I'm wax. You've gotta do something. Dawn's approaching, and half the museum is running amok outside .” Teddy rushed to say.

    “He’s got your tablet!” Rune yelled after noticing the golden tablet in the old man’s arms. “Mister President, I’ll need your horse.” “Go ahead, miss.” They ran back inside and grabbed Little Texas, mounting him and galloped towards Central Park, with the others following suit on Rexy’s back.

    They soon reached Cecil, who looked desperate to escape. "Pull the stagecoach over now!” They called out. The old man ignored her plea and took a turn, bumping into Rune and making them pull on Texas’ reigns. “Fucking hell.” They groaned. “Come on, Tex. Let's finish this. Come on!”

    When they finally caught up to Cecil, they yelled again.

    “Give me the tablet!”

    “Can't do it, kiddo!”

    “Pull over!”

    “It ain't gonna happen! Moving on!”

    Rune was losing their patience.

    “Last chance, Cecil! Stop the horses, or I will!”

    “They can't be stopped, Rune. Don't you know your history?” Cecil stated matter-of-factly. "These are money carriers. They were trained not to stop for anything but a secret word. ” The girl smiled. “ Really? You mean a word like... Dakota! ”

    The stagecoach skidded to a halt, Rune pulling on Texas' reigns and stopping just a few feet in front of it. The tablet flew out of the old guard’s hands and right into Rune’s. They chuckled and trotted towards the man who was now laying in the deep snow. “Don’t mess with a future history major.” They said as they watched as the rest of the crew walking up to them.

    “Good work sweetheart.” Larry said, panting. Nicky came up to them and lifted a hand for a high five. From Rune’s perpective, the kid looked much shorter than usual.

    The huns took a hold of Cecil, each one holding one of his limbs. “Tell Attila to have his boys take him back to the museum, put him with the guards.” Larry instructed. “Oh, and no limb ripping, okay?” “Makeekaka?” Attila asked while the others laughed. Larry thought for a second before agreeing. “Makeekaka.”

Rune laughed along with Nick, who was now standing in front of Texas, petting his mane. The girl remembered they were holding Ahkmenrah’s tablet so they trotted up to him. “I believe this belongs to you.” The pharaoh turned around and smiled up at them, holding up his hand for them to dismount the horse. They did a small bow and handed him his tablet. “Ahkmenrah, I'm gonna need your help. This is your tablet. You know the instructions. I need you to get everyone back.” Larry told him. He nodded and read the hieroglyphs inscribed on the tablet. In a second, all exhibits turned and walked towards the museum.

Once they got back to the storage entrance, the kids and their dad started writing down every exhibit that entered the museum. After a good few minutes they were done and headed back to the lobby. There was soft chatter as everyone got back to their spots. Rune lingered around the Egypt exhibit, hands in their pockets. They only came out of their trance when a certain pharaoh placed his hand on their shoulder. Their head whipped around, a small smile lighting up their face.

    “Hey.” “Hello.”

   There was a moment of silence.

    "You were impressive tonight.” He said. Rune looked at him in disbelief. “Really?” Small nod from the pharaoh. “Huh- thank you.” They smiled. “I hope to see you around more often, if you wish to come to the museum tomorrow night.” They pondered for a bit. “That would be nice.” They both stood there, smiling, until Rune started chuckling, which made the both of them laugh. “Alright, Rune, we need to go home.” Larry called out. The teen sighed and made their way towards their dad. They turned around only to see Ahk still looking after them, smiling. They waved at him and turned back around to catch up to their dad.

    Later that morning - on the bus to school

    Nicky was sound asleep on Rune’s shoulder the whole ride to school. The latter was writing to one of their friends, telling her they won’t make it to that night’s party because of... personal reasons.

    The reason being they were at a more exciting party -- one that went down in history.

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When Dusk begins.

Part one.

Warnings: none yet but there will be smut in upcoming chapters.

SERIES MASTERLIST.

“Yes, yes I’m already here. My plane just landed. Okay I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.” You hung up the phone, taking a deep breath.

“Home sweet home.” You smiled walking out of the airport and climbing into the back of a cab.

You had just returned home to New York City after finishing a successful research project that took place in Amarna. Your job as an Egyptologist was amazing. Your gramps got you a book on hieroglyphs when you were young, every since then you became captivated by their mythology. You strived to learn more and more about them. Their way of life, their language, art, religion; everything you could possibly learn.

You worked hard for your PHD and when the day came that you finally got it, you were overjoyed. You didn’t take the time to celebrate however. Instantly landing your first job in your field and booking a one way ticket to Egypt.

Your eyes sparkled as you came across your old favourite pizza place. “Stop here please.” You paid the cab driver and went straight inside to grab a slice. Humming in delight at the taste, the grease. You’d missed it. After scarfing down your food, you decided to take a walk.

You didn’t plan for walking in the rain though. The light 'pitter patter' of rain turned into wet thuds as the icy water raced to meet the ground. You hadn’t seen rain in so long. You were tempted to stand out in it and spread your arms with a big grin. The thought did occur to you but you ignored it and began to run, eventually spotting the nearest bit of shelter.

You examined the building, noticing the three words engraved into the stone. Truth. Knowledge. Vision. It brought a smile to your face as the cold droplets hit against your skin hard. The harsh feeling encouraged you to run up the steps and sit on the floor until the rain stopped.

You were quite content. That is until you heard a sound. A sound you could only describe as a thundering roar and it came from inside the museum. Standing to your feet immediately, your curiosity spurred you on to seek out the owner of the noise. You pulled on the door handle and to your surprise it opened.

Once inside you scoured the area only to find the strangest thing you’d ever seen. “Oh. My. God.” You breathed out watching a giant T-Rex skeleton run through the room chasing a toy car. Your eyes caught a man dressed in uniform. He was speaking to a monkey. Your couldn’t believe what you were witnessing.

“What the hell is going on here?” You said a little louder than you intended; catching the attention of the majority of the room. The man in uniform gasped loudly. His eyes widening to such an extent you thought they’d pop out.

“Oh no! No! No! No!” He chanted as he came towards you. “Who are you? How did you get in here?!” He seemed distressed.

“The door was unlocked.” His eye seemed to twitch as he stared at you. “I’m Y/N.” You said awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other.

“The door. The stupid door,” he slapped his palm against his forehead, “I knew I forgot something. Damn.” While he was having a mini break down you walked further inside. Watching as different people and animals walked around. You noticed a bunch of cavemen playing with rocks.

“They’re the exhibitions. But they’re alive?” You said confused.

“Yeah. Yeah, there’s no use trying to hide it now.” The man said. “I’m Larry.”

And that’s how you were being given a tour of the museum that had came to life. Larry had sworn you to secrecy. Of course you couldn’t tell anyone. It would be ruined if you told anyone. The greatest tragedy of mankind; they destroy what they discover.

You had dried off a little by the time you reached the last exhibit. You noticed the writing and architecture before Larry could even say it. Turning the corner you spotted two huge Anubis Jackals. They turned to look at you. Honestly you thought you peed a little.

“It’s okay. They won’t hurt you.”

Your eyes immediately switched to a man. You noticed his clothing first. The wesekh and shendyt. You scanned over his perfectly symmetrical face. All the way up to the Deshret he wore on his head. You couldn’t help but flicker back to his big, beautiful blue eyes. They held you there, staring at this perfection. Nay, this God.

“Y/N?” You blinked a few times while you were getting your footing back. Anchoring yourself back to reality. The second you did, you dropped to your knees, bowing in front of the powerful being.

“You may rise.” He chuckled. After thinking for a moment he spoke. “Why don’t you ever bow?” He looked at Larry who raised an eyebrow with a laugh.

“Laurence. A word.” A figure you knew as Teddy spoke with haste.

“I’ll be back.” Larry nodded to you. Instantly you turned back to the King. Your eyes finding his and once again you were entranced.

“I am Ahkmenrah.” He stated feeling no need to say his full title especially after your bow.

“I-I know. You’re.....you are not how I pictured you.” You bit your lip after saying it. You didn’t mean to speak your thought outloud.

“Oh? And how did you picture me?” He seemed to hold a hint of amusement in his features.

“With a goatee.” You said nervously making him laugh with a wide smile. It made you smile too.

“I’m Y/N.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N.” Your name sounded so perfect with his voice, however-

“You’re British?” You questioned.

“I spent quite a long time on display at the Egyptology department in Cambridge University. It is how I learnt English.” He said proudly.

“Wow.” It seemed to be the only word you could find. You had so many questions yet none would come out. It was as if his presence alone had rendered you speechless. In all your years, never ever did you think you’d come face to face with a Pharaoh. And yet here you were staring into the eyes of one...

....to be continued

[marsbutterfly]

Armin and Science!Loving!Male Reader going on a science museum date together with lots of fluff please?

Note: Hey anon, so I tried for a bit and I can't quite write a full story for a male reader that I am satisfied with and I don’t want to post something anything less than my very best. But I did write headcanons with male!reader to make it up for it. If you want, I would be willing to do a full fic with gender neutral!reader once requests are open again and I’m so sorry, really. I tried :(

A Day At The Museum

Wattpad Version!

"Y/N you're going too fast'" The blonde boy's voice makes its way past the crowd behind you.

It's not until you turn around that you realize how further back he is. In all your excitement, you rushed across the street towards the museum, not realizing Armin had fallen behind.

"Sorry." You say, a warm sensation growing on your cheeks. "I got too into it"

He is finally able to reach you, placing his body forward while putting his hands on his knees. As he tries to catch his breath, you take a minute to look at the pamphlet that rested in your pocket.

“Where do you want to start?” You ask him, your eyes flying through every word printed out on the piece of paper. 

Armin finally stands, his face returning to its natural shade. “Whatever you want to do first sounds great.” He smiles and adjusts his glasses, though you can still hear a quiet wheeze in his voice.

“Do you need your inhaler?” You reach for your back pocket but he puts his hands up, rapidly shaking his head.

“I’m fine.” He tells you. “Let’s go in!” 

You nod and take his hand on yours, eagerly making your way inside the large building ahead, gently dragging Armin with you. 

Headcanons

- The very first thing you see at the museum is a big t-rex fossil. Your eyes shine with excitement and Armin can’t help but smile as he admires your face.

- “Did you know they had jaws so powerful they could crush a car?” You say, pointing at the T-rex and Armin shakes his head. 

- He did in fact know that because you’ve said it about a million times, but he always nods and acts as if it is the very first time.

- While you’re busy counting the dinosaur bones, Armin goes up to pay for your ticket and he comes back with a little blue bracelet.

- He takes your hand on his, gently wrapping the itchy paper around your wrist before planting a very gentle kiss on your hand. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment

- He wraps his arm around you as you look at the map, trying to decide where to go. He nuzzles his face against yours, feeling the gentle bumps of your growing beard. It’s one of his favorite feelings, even if it pricks him.

- “I want to do it all, I don’t know where to start!” You say, distress evident in your voice and he snorts gently.

“Why don’t we start by going around the fossils, into the exhibition about cave men technology and once we get to the Wonders Of Medicine we can stop and look at the map once again?” He suggests and you can tell he had already prepared for this visit.

- A small piece of paper stands out of his pocket and you can see a small drawing with the most famous exhibitions, your heart feels like it’s going to explode with love for him.

- You read every word on every single plaque. Your eyes move around so fast it would give you a headache if it wasn’t for all the excitement and caffeine that rushes through your body.

- “Armin, look! They have replicas of the first ever scalpel, isn’t it amazing??” You ask euphorically and he nods.

- He holds your hand the entire time or find some way to always touch you. A few people shoot a few glares while others look at the two of you with love in their eyes. Either way, you’re happy to be there with your boyfriend.

- When the clock strikes 11:30am, Armin decides it would be a good idea to go wait in line at the restaurant while you finish exploring the space section of the museum.

- He awaits in line and ends up choosing the astronaut meal, which is literally what it sounded like. An exact portion of the food astronauts eat in space and you can’t hide your thrill once you see the tray in his hand.

- By the time you’re done eating, it’s already 12:35pm and the 3D exhibition of “The History Of The World” is starting in 10 minutes. You rush towards there, only to realize you needed to buy a ticket with days in advance.

- You feel your heart getting crushed but silently, you walk back to Armin. He knew how excited you were for this and so he reaches for his backpack, pulling out two tickets.

- Your face lights up immediately and you smile so hard your lips hurt. You can’t help but shake your hands in excitement while wrapping your arms around his neck. He laughs, wrapping his own arms around your waist.

- “I just want to make you happy.” He says.

- “You make me happy every day.” You reply and place a gentle kiss on his lips.

- Happily, you watch the show while holding his hand tightly. 

- By the end of the day, after sharing kisses at every exhibition and taking selfie after selfie for your scrapbook, you get to the final hallway: The Wonderlab, where you get to interact with the images and make new ones.

- You are so distracted by the colorful lights that you don’t even notice when he gets on his knees, a little box in his hand. The only reason you begin to pay attention to your surroundings is due to the amount of happy gasps around you.

- Your eyes land on him, his blonde hair shinning in the UV lights, the smile on his face so big you can see his dimples and you can nearly see his heart beating in his chest, lord knows yours is racing like a horse.

- “I wanted to make this day perfect, so I was wondering if you would marry me?” He says, a blush spreading across his cheeks and you laugh.

- “Yes, of course yes!” You reply, a few happy tears streaming down your face as he places the ring on your finger. Immediately after he gets up, you seal your lips on his.

- Days at the museum were always your favorite.

[yandere-mha]

I was wondering if I could request a scenario for yandere hawks, where his darling has a bad skin picking problem, and they developed it to help cope with being kidnapped, please?

Uh oh... angst warning :(

TW: KIDNAPPING, UNHEALTHY DYNAMICS, CHOLINERGIC HIVES CAUSED BY ANXIETY, MENTAL ILLNESS.

READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Hawks wanted to die. You didn’t think he could hear your sobs, muffled by your pillow through the closed bedroom door but he could hear every whimper, every sharp intake of breath, every lud-dub of your elevated heart rate though part of him wished he couldn’t. While he considered himself blessed to be able to monitor you this way, he considered it a curse as he stood still in front of your shared bedroom door, silent tears streaking down his face. He hated himself. He had no other choice than to keep you as his prisoner here and he hated himself for that. What a cursed existence.

He was at a loss as to what to do as he softly placed a hand on the door in a desperate attempt to reach out to you. He took a deep, trembling inhale to steady his voice as he spoke in the friendliest tone he could muster. 

“baby?”

He heard your soft cries abruptly stop for a few seconds before he heard your pulse pick up tenfold. He could tell that you were trying to stay as still as possible as if a T-Rex were standing outside your door rather than your boyfriend who just wants to keep you safe. You were all too aware of the fact that he could hear every little movement you made and your racing heartbeat was akin to that of a rabbit being hunted. Hearing your obvious terror at the mere sound of his voice made his throat clench. He thought about how if he’d never cursed you with his involvement in your life, you would have been so much happier. If he’d never placed a target on your back for his enemies to hurt you, you would be safer. If he’d never let himself develop a need for your constant presence, he wouldn’t be so fucked up. He truly was a monster.

It took every inch of willpower within him not to let the sob out that was gradually expanding within his rib cage as he quickly wiped the tears off of his face and timidly peaked his head through the door. The second he set eyes on the shape of your beautiful form hiding under the sheets, he felt a shift within him as his sharp eyes focused in on you and all semblance of self doubt escaped out of the door he came through. He knew he couldn’t let you leave. You were safer with him.

“Y/n.” He spoke with a firmness that wasn’t previously there and he saw you flinch. Don’t think he didn’t see that. “I know you’re awake.”

He was so emotionally drained at this point that he almost felt a prickle of annoyance which he had to smother. He won’t give himself that privilege.

As you slowly peaked your head out from under your blankets and he saw the horror in your panic-stricken eyes, his own panic set in and his blood ran cold. What the hell has he done?

Your entire face was covered in angry, red splotches akin to the swollen hives of an allergic reaction. Your entire beautiful face was damp with tears and twisted in pure dread.

He discarded his respect of your personal space to leap onto the bed faster than the normal human eye could register, kneeling beside you to rip the blankets out of your grasp as he lifted up your t-shirt. His eyes bore into your midsection as he inspected the same irritated patches of skin stretching not only from your face but seeping its way down your neck, arms, hands, belly, and even all the way down to your feet.

“What happened?!” He sounded a lot more angry than he wanted to sound, but he was too terrified to care.

Your sweet face screwed up in apprehension and more tears seeped out of your swollen eyes. He felt his heart ache at the sight. You must be in so much pain. He can’t believe he let you be in so much pain. What kind of protector is he?

“I-I’m itchy!” You almost screamed in alarm

Before you even felt like you’d finished your statement, you felt like you were flying as Keigo scooped you up in his arms and ran to the sliding glass door in front of his luxurious balcony to side kick it once before the glass shattered. He hurdled over the broken glass to dash to the railing, positioning himself to leap frog off of it, picking up as much speed as possible under his wings. 

He felt your tangled hair whip around him as he tightly crutched you to his chest, grasping the radio that was in his ear.

“Hawks to emergent care: I have a civilian suffering from an acute allergic reaction. I’m flying to your location now, over.” 

“I have to go to the hospital!?” you shrieked. His heart clenched at your fear. Please don’t be afraid.

He was prepared to answer your question when the radio abruptly cut him off. “Nurse Jackie to Hawks: Is the patient able to breathe? What symptoms are they exhibiting?”.

Hawks angrily clutched his radio. You were covered in painful hives, but he knew that if they knew you weren’t dying, they wouldn’t prioritize you over the other patients. He had to act quickly... he must do something extremely selfish and he knew you would be disappointed in him.

Keigo’s eyes sharpened as he pointed a warning glare at your face. You stared back at him, face pressed to his chest and eyes bulging in fear, knowing he was about to do something and that it would be in your best interest to stay silent. Everything he did was for your best interest. 

“Hawks to Nurse Jackie: The patient has severe skin welts and they have constricted her airway. I have attempted CPR on the patient, but she shows no sign of recovery, over.”

You gaped at him in shock at his blatant lie. Please don’t look at him like that.

You seemed frozen until you reached your hand up to dig your chewed fingernails into your skin before Hawks snatched up your wrist and yanked it away from you.

“Don’t scratch it.” He said in the most dangerous tone he could muster. He hated to scare you like this, but it was for your own good. 

Open ending explanation (AKA special features)

The sequel to this story sent in by 🌌 anon!!!