#jurassic world reader insert

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"Why'd you do it?" Zach asked.

"Do what?" Y/N asked after Gray had successfully fallen asleep getting somewhere safe.

"You could have gotten away from that big dinosaur and left me to die, but you didn't. You came back. Why?" Zach's brown eyes were shining with emotion.

"I don't know." Y/N lied.

Zach got closer to him. "Yes, you do."

"I just didn't want you to get hurt." Y/N leaned into Zach's touch.

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Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert)

Chapter 1: Camp Cretaceous

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Who knew that fresh air could feel so stuffy? Not you, that's who. You weren't exactly someone who'd leave the house every day, not enjoying the outdoors. So you couldn't really judge how fresh air could be, but this sea air just seemed too fresh.

Luckily, a 'thunk!' interrupted your thoughts, and then a hand shooed you off the boat until your feet met the gray concrete docks.

Looking around, you surveyed the faces of five other people, all varying in looks. The most notable one to you was the guy standing to your left. He wore a bright green jacket, with a face that resembled a similar color. You felt bad for him; but you would not mix the smell of puke with your own—beautifully non-pukey fragrance, so you'd keep your distance for now.

You shimmied a little to the right, almost bumping shoulders with one of the teens, though you skillfully avoided that using something called spatial awareness.

Another person was this tall girl, with a rather long, black ponytail; who seemed too busy inspecting her surroundings to notice a pink-haired girl sneaking up on her with a cellular device in hand.

Your eyes widen as you realize exactly who this pink haired girl is, which is the famous Brooklynn, of course. You weren't really a fan, but it's hard not to know her, considering her social status.

You tear your eyes off the two girls once the taller one pushes Brooklynn's camera out of her face forcefully. Instead, you focus on the dark-skinned boy in front of you, wearing a yellow jacket with black stripes on the sleeves. He was looking around excitedly, practically bouncing on his feet—no, scratch that, he was. You hold back a chuckle, not wanting to be a creep, and jump when someone elbows you gently.

"So… Jurassic World, huh?" You look behind you when you hear a southern accent directed your way. The culprit is a girl with a pink headband, wearing a black leather jacket.

"Uh, yeah. That's–that's where we are. Haha." You grimace at your attempt at a conversation, though the cowgirl doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she seems happy just at the fact you responded at all.

Before she can speak again, the man who had just been humming a Lady Gaga song and staring at a clipboard finally speaks up; prompting everyone to form a group in front of him.

"Welcome to Isla Nublar, campers!" The man has pale skin and a yellow bandana that forces his hair upwards. He carries a carefree smile and continues talking as he walks back and forth ahead of your group.

"You are the chosen few, the first kids in the entire world to ever experience the awesomeness…" He pauses, and everyone—despite not knowing one another—looks at each other in excitement.

"... that is Camp Cretaceous." He folds his hands behind his back and walks to the left.

"I know—the trip from the mainland was rough on some." He nods his head towards the green jacket teen.

"Hello, Ben."

Said boy turns towards the man to give him a thumbs up, right before spinning back around to barf again over the edge of the dock.

You raised a brow, when had he left the group?

The older man shouts: "But you made it!"

"I'm Dave, head counselor. You heard that correctly—head honcho, big shot."

Dave's interrupted by the sound of screeching wheels, and everyone turns once they notice the dust flying from the vehicle that just pulled up.

The mystery person pushes the driver's seat door open, and a brown-haired woman with sun-kissed skin jumps out.

"Ah, so sorry I'm late!" She has to shout over the commotion she herself had created.

She begins her own introduction as she makes her way towards the group. "Welcome, campers! I'm Roxie, head counselor of Camp Cretaceous." Her words cause a silence to overcome everyone.

You, along with the other teens, stare down Dave with judging eyes.

He fumbles with his words, chuckling with embarrassment. "Haha–well, it's sort of a co-head… counselor sort of situation." His hands point at the air, as if trying to summon something to back him up.

"Is it?" Roxie snickers.

Dave clears his throat, desperate to steer the conversation away from his failed leadership role.

"Anyway, some of you won contests to be here, some if you had VIP invites," During Dave's speech, Brooklynn spins her phone around, recording the area; along with the tall, ponytail girl. The tall girl blocks the camera's view of her face before walking away completely.

Rejected but still determined, Brooklynn instead turns her phone towards the rest of the group, which includes you.

The boy in the yellow jacket gives a double thumbs up at the camera, in addition to a bright smile. The cowgirl then notices the camera and leans over the dark-skinned boy to throw up a peace sign. Even Ben gives a small smile at the camera.

You glance at the camera, eyes widening before giving a quick grin and hurriedly turning the other way. The action causes Brooklynn to raise a brow, but she doesn't investigate further. Rather, she swivels her phone to face Roxie and Dave as they continue their speech, which you now realize you hadn't been listening to.

You pick up on Roxie's words, "As our first campers, we've lined up exclusive behind-the-scenes tours of Jurassic World."

There are varying shouts of eagerness, along with Ben's whines of fear. Roxie goes on to list the various activities you'd all be taking part in before the dark-skinned boy to your right cuts in to shout:

"Dinosaurs!?" His hands are suspended in front of him, balled into fists that shook with fervor.

After a beat of silence, he puts his hands in his pockets and stares down at his shoes. You reluctantly pat his shoulder, offering a small smile when he turns towards you out of confusion.

Lucky for you, he smiles back, because that would've been really awkward if he got creeped out by you touching him or something. You let out a relieved breath from the positive interaction.

Roxie picks up from where she was interrupted, "Yes…" She spares a brief glance at the clipboard in her hands before continuing. "...Darius, plenty of dinosaurs."

"So, ready for an adventure?"

Brooklynn doesn't miss a beat, and immediately responds, "Absolutely!" She looks towards her phone and seems to be a bit dissatisfied at something before turning her eyes back towards the two adults.

"But I'm gonna need that speech a little shorter, and really try to lean into the majesty of this place."

Roxie and Dave stare at the girl with furrowed brows before Dave chuckles and claps his hands together.

"Okay, we're going now. Let's get the seven of you to camp!"

Ben slowly raises a hand in an almost robotic motion, "Uh, there are six of us?" He looks over the group to make sure he isn't wrong before turning towards the red shirt wearing adults.

"Wait." Dave pauses to count heads, verbally announcing names to check off a figurative list.

"Dino-kid, Track-star, Internet Girl, Wordsmith, Barfy, Texas." Everyone gives differing reactions towards the nicknames. He gave you a positive one, at least.

"He's right. Where's seven?" Dave looks around, as if the teen would suddenly appear out of thin air.

Roxie checks the board, most likely for a name, and then scoffs.

Soon after, the sound of a helicopter's rotor blades whirring enters your ears, and you rush to cover them. Number seven really appeared out of thin air, huh?

A grown man hops out, opens the door, and hops back in. Roxie holds a hand out, gesturing towards the aircraft with a well-deserved snarl.

Your group all shields their eyes from dust once again, and you hope this doesn't become a common occurrence. Your glasses can't keep getting dirty because of people's dramatic entrances.

Once the dust clears, you spot a confident-looking guy stepping out, wearing a purple collared shirt and carrying a blue case of luggage. He even sported some black sunglasses, extra much?

"Greetings, my dudes. Kenji is here, so let the party commence!" He walks towards you all, confidence practically radiating off of him.

Roxie sputters at the dust remnants, and it doesn't help that this so-called Kenji throws his luggage at her before saying, "Put this in my room."

"So, what's your deal?" He asks Darius after pulling his sunglasses down in an exaggerated manner.

He's then promptly shoved to the ground by his own luggage, which was thrown at him by none other than Roxie.

"Okay, let's go!" She announces, after dusting her hands off.

Texas climbs onto the trunk of the car Roxie had driven there, while Track-star skillfully jumps over the short wall of said trunk and plopping down next to the other girl.

Ben unwillingly sits near the edge, next to cowgirl, though you usher him away from it because you didn't want to sit near Brooklynn or Kenji; who were going to sit on the opposite side, since your side was full.

"Thanks." Ben mutters, and you nod.

Brooklynn poses and snaps a photo, and Dave pats your side of the truck to an unknown rhythm until he reaches the car door. Darius sits down, facing Brooklynn, likely planning to start a conversation before Kenji intrudes by sitting between the two. He even goes as far as putting an arm around Darius's shoulders despite the annoyed face the poor boy is making.

The engine starts, and everyone screams as Roxie speeds up. Darius buckles his seat belt, causing a chain reaction of seat-buckling.

"I hope you got my mom's note. I don't do well on windy roads." Ben nearly shouts, twisting his body so that he could face the road that the car's driving on.

Your face twists with a grimace as he gags, "Really?" You ask, almost out of annoyance, but you can't really blame him for having such a weak stomach.

He spares you a fleeting look of guilt before hurling, and you grip the back of his jacket because you're not just going to let him fly out of this speeding car.

"What's good, Brooklanders?" Brooklynn says, starting a video as she points her phone to the road and then her own face.

"It's your girl Brooklynn coming at you from the best place ever: Camp Cretaceous!" She throws an arm out, gesturing towards the passing trees.

"Like and subscribe to join me as I unlock: Jurassic World!" She stops and looks at everyone in the trunk, giving you a bad feeling.

"Okay, I need you all to say who you are and a little about yourself." There it is, something you don't want to do but will anyway cause why not.

"And action!" She points her phone at Darius.

He sputters, "Oh! Um…" He thinks for a moment before continuing. "I beat this awesome VR dinosaur game. I'm Darius by the–"

"I'm sorry," the cowgirl interrupts. "I just can't believe… you're Brooklynn!" The pink-haired girl smiles at the attention.

"I'm Sammy Gutierrez, total Brooklander!" Sammy grabs hold of Brooklynn's hand and shakes it with all her might.

She shoots finger guns, ending it with the imitation of gunfire.

She seems to realize that she didn't fully introduce herself, and she suddenly stops. "Oh, also, my family supplies all the beef for the parks, and that's how I got here."

"Great to meet you, Sammy." Brooklynn grins.

Darius looks around, trying to spot confusion on anyone else's face before asking it himself, "Um… What's a Brooklander?"

"Oh, that's just what my online followers call themselves." Brooklyn explains.

"Uh, all 27 million of us." Sammy imitates gunfire again. Kenji's eyes widened in interest.

"27 million? Last time I checked, it was 25 million." You say unintentionally, causing Kenji's already widening eyes to almost bulge out of his head with your contribution, and he excitedly shakes Darius.

Brooklynn furrows her brows at you, opening her mouth to say something before she's cut off by Track-star, who you should really ask the name of.

"Yep, that's why she's the only one who gets to keep her cell phone. She's famous."

Kenji butts in, "Hold on. Rich…" He points to himself, "... and famous?" He turns his hand to Brooklyn.

"Oh, meant to be." He snatches her phone out of her hands, before leaning against her and taking a picture of the two of them.

Ben's still throwing up, and you're still holding onto the back of him. While he takes the attention of practically everyone by grossing them out, Brooklynn takes her phone back from Kenji.

Suddenly, the car comes to an unexpected stop, nearly causing Ben to slip straight out of his seatbelt if it weren't for your hold on him. You both grimace, and he slithers back into his seat while you finally release your strong grip on his jacket.

"Urgh, thanks… again," He pauses, staring at you as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

You take a few seconds to realize he's waiting for you to give him your name. "Oh! Uh, no problem. It's y/n, by the way."

He nods, smiling as happily as one can when you have bile coating the insides of your mouth. "Thanks again, y/n."

He then turns to ask Dave what's going on, holding his stomach while doing so. Hopefully, they have some Tums or something at the actual camp.

"Nothing you need to worry about." Dave assures, though it's not very helpful with the following sentence.

"But you should all definitely stay in your seats."

Ben whimpers, and of course, as soon as Dave says that everyone gets up and crowds around your side of the trunk to see what's happening.

You unbuckle and observe the adults, watching as they wave around electrified sticks with caution.

Ben continues to whimper. Whether it's out of fear or stomach pain, you're not sure. However, you don't take your eyes off the only adults in the area until Darius hesitantly whispers something you can't quite make out.

You turn to look at Darius, then in the direction he's staring, and see some bushes rustling. You slowly grab a hold of the trunk wall in preparation to jump out if needed.

The bushes continue to rustle, becoming more violent, and Darius keeps trying to gain the attention of people other than you.

It's only when something jumps out, and Darius shrieks, that you jump out of the car trunk and watch as everyone else tumbles out; or attempts to.

Though when the screams stop and you realize the culprit of it all is a little compy, you sigh. Then, you turn around and watch as Ben slips in the damp dirt while trying to get onto his feet.

This goes on for about 10 more seconds until it's awkward on both ends and you grab him by the hand and forcefully pull him up. "Tha–"

"Third time. You can't thank me anymore, Ben." He squints his eyes at you out of befuddlement, then squeals when Roxie pounces on the compy that had been standing on Darius.

She aptly wraps the small dinosaur in a blanket, patting it before delicately placing it in a cat carrier.

"Crisis averted." She says smoothly.

She places it in the car's backseat. "These things are always getting out of their enclosure."

Darius climbed over the head of the trunk and gasped, "A real live Compsognathus!"

Kenji scooted into his seat, huffing at Darius's enchantment. "Oh, please. It took a blanket and a cat carrier to catch it."

He sighed. "Boring!"

Darius gives him a deserving side eye, "Scared you pretty good."

The rest of the group giggled at the Dino-Boy's counter, including yourself. Brooklynn took a picture of Kenji's surprised expression, most likely for her blog. Kenji furrowed his brows at Darius in return.

The ride kept on with peace, at least until the car reached the Camp Cretaceous gate and everyone praised the design with sounds of amazement.

You were worried though, sure this was fun, but they couldn't seem to keep their dinosaurs in check. That worries you.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you noticed everyone hopping out of the car. Seems like you reached your destination. You look up and immediately let out a gasp, seeing a humongous tree house that looked to be around 50 feet in the air.

"Seems safe from dinosaurs, at least." You turned to your left, seeing Ben still in the trunk. You huffed.

"It looks like mushrooms." And the conversation was officially over.

"Hey, Brooklanders, check this place out! Is this not the most amazing place you have ever been!?" Then the loud voice of Brooklynn drew your attention. Already recording another video for her channel.

Kenji intrudes as he walks into the camera frame, "If you think this is cool, you should see my dad's penthouse in the main park."

Brooklynn deadpans before lighting up, seeing a girl she had gotten nothing out of yet. "Yasmina!" Oh, so was that her name?

You watch their interaction for a bit before walking off to explore. You assumed you wouldn't die immediately by walking away from the group for now.

You nudge the circle made of short, wooden trunks with your shoe. Looking up when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey," it's dino-boy. "Um, not really an important thing, but I wanted to say thanks. For… patting me, y'know? Sorry, that sounds weird, actually."

You stare in silence for a few seconds, before realizing he expected you to respond. "Oh, it's fine. Like you said, it's not an important thing. I just kind of felt bad."

He made a face. Oh, that might've come out wrong. "I mean, it's reasonable to get excited by dinosaurs. They're cool, right?" At this, he smiles brightly.

"Yeah! They're awesome. I have so many books on them, figures, MOVIES!" He gasped, almost as if he didn't know he had these things, before apologizing.

"Sorry, if you couldn't tell, I just really like dinosaurs." He rubs his neck sheepishly.

You kick at the wooden stubs again. "Nah, it's fine. I don't mind you going off about them. I have a bunch of books on them, too."

He raises a brow. "Really? What kind?"

"Just encyclopedias, some stories, the usual." Despite you brushing it off, Darius gets excited either way.

"So cool. Maybe we could exchange books sometime. If we're even on the same continent."

You snicker, thinking about being dinosaur pen pals with a teen you just met.

"Sure."

You jump when Dave suddenly yells, "Listen up!"

You look his way, noticing the lazily thrown luggage. Did he really just toss those in any random direction?

"Announcement time from your co-head counselors."

"Psst, still not a thing." Roxie quietly adds, before continuing on her own, seeing as Dave wasn't acting seriously.

"Okay, everyone, there are some ground rules to cover.

She quickly lists them off, "Curfew at 8:00p.m., and lights out at 9:00p.m. sharp."

"What?"

"Lame."

"Fine."

Ben does this stupid-looking fist pump thing that makes you chuckle.

"This is for your safety," Roxie assures. "We are in a dinosaur-filled jungle." You could understand that with or without her Australian accent. Was it Australian though? You could never really tell.

"You must always keep your distance, or you could be seriously hurt, if not worse." You can see Kenji sulking in the corner, honestly how old was he to be acting the way he has?

"Define worse." Ben says in exasperation.

He's ignored in favor of Dave pointing upwards, stating the obvious. "Cabins are up that-a-way."

Yasmina then shouts, "First one there gets top bunk!" She pushes right past Kenji, as if he wasn't even there.

Then everyone else races past, though despite this you keep your speed at a minimum since you couldn't be bothered. There wasn't that big of a difference between top and bottom bunk. You'd probably fall right off the top bunk, anyway.

You briefly look back, watching as Darius ran up to the car. You wondered if you should follow him, but ultimately decided that it'd be weird to do that and went where everyone else had.

You pause once more when you feel a rumbling, and then hurry to meet up with everyone else.

[pastelghoul]

Nightmares - Owen Grady x Reader

Imagine Owen comforts you after you have a nightmare of what happened at Jurassic World

Something was out there, hiding in the shadows. Watching you, following your every movement. Stalking you.

Your pace quickened, a sense of urgency in your step now as you walked as fast as you could through the maze that was the darkened forest. You fought the urge to run, knowing whatever was out there would only enjoy the chase.

A branch snapped beneath the weight of your boot, the sudden noise crackling through the eerie quiet. Then there was a soft clicking, followed by some sort of yelp.

You stood still as a statue, frozen out of fear. The clicking came closer, until you felt hot breath against the back of your neck, and the rancid scent of rotting flesh.

Something moved in the shadows ahead of you. Emerging from the darkness came the towering frame of one of the raptors from Owen’s pack.

You recognised Charlie almost instantly; Eco emerged beside her, followed by Delta. Which only left Blue. You turned hesitantly, coming face to face with the beta of the group.

Her signature blue stripe seemed to almost glow in the darkness.

“Easy there, girl.” You cooed, slowly reaching out a hand. Then something changed. Her eyes grew narrow, her lips curled back revealing her glistening teeth. The rancid smell returned.

You took a step back, only making it so far before you found yourself pressed up against the other three raptors. Then you saw it.

Hidden in the shadows, camouflaged perfectly, lurked the Indominus Rex. Her crimson eyes illuminated in the darkness, she stared you down, each step she took towards you shaking the ground beneath you.

You were cornered, heart racing and terrified, you looked around for Owen, only to find yourself alone in the darkness, save for the raptor pack encircling you like prey.

You should have never left his side. You should have been more careful, but in the chaos- the chaos blurred everything together. You found yourself running into the forest when you should have ran towards Owen. You were afraid and disoriented, and now you were about to be dinner.

There was the clicking again - you could see the source clearly now, red eyes and all.

“Blue, no. Back off!” You commanded half-heartedly, watching as blue looked to the Indominus then back to you, seemingly deciding who to follow. Your heart sunk as she took a step towards you and growled.

“Back off! Now!” You cried, stumbling to the floor in an attempt to get away from the beast. Thick mud clung to your tattered clothes and stuck to your exposed skin, sticky and slimy, only hindering your escape.

“OWEN! Help me!!” You cried out desperately, crawling along the ground through the wretched mud and leaves, breathless and exhausted.

Yet there was no answer, only decisive clicking behind you. You howled in pain as you felt jaws clamp down on your leg and drag you backwards, tearing your skin and muscle open.

“NO!! Let me GO!!” You ordered, half-choking on your own tears and mucus. A deafening roar erupted through the forest, followed by something sharp pressing into your back.

You gasped as a sickle-claw ripped into your back, clawing from the nape of your neck down to the tailbone, shredding the sheer fabric of your shirt effortlessly alongside the flesh and exposing your spine.

The taste of copper and nickels flooded your mouth, forcing you to spit out what appeared to be a mouthful of blood.

“Blue… please…��� you groaned weakly, reaching out into the darkness only to grab a handful of thick sludge.

Something cold and sharp snaked around your waist, picking your bloodied form up off the ground. You held your head up groggily, now face to face with the giant white beast that was mans own creation.

“Please…” you begged, only now you wished for the sweet release that was death; no one deserved this pain. Her gaping mouth loomed ever closer as she opened her jaws and swallowed you whole, her teeth grinding against your frail body.

“OWEN!!” You screamed, sitting up in a sweaty frenzy.

“Whoa, what happened? Are you ok?” Owen sat up beside you, looking you over before realising what happened.

“The nightmares are back, aren’t they?” He asked, pressing a hand against your back, rubbing up and down soothingly; his fingertips grazed against the scar, an ugly reminder of the horrors of what happened all those months ago.

You nodded, wiping away the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. Owen pulled you against his chest, lying back down in the bed. He placed a gentle kiss against your forehead, his thumb wiping away a stray tear that had fallen.

The rain pattered against the tin roof of the trailer, a thunderstorm echoing outside. You pressed yourself closer against Owen, his body heat comforting you and calming your nerves.

“You’re safe, it’s over.” Owen mumbled against your hair, placing another gentle kiss on your head. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, his thumb tracing circles against your side in a soothing motion.

In his warm embrace, you found yourself able to drift back into a restless slumber.

Morning came, with it the blaring of Owen’s obnoxious 6AM alarm. His arm reached out sleepily, fumbling around for the alarm and thumping it off.

He wrapped his arm back around your waist, holding your sleeping form protectively against himself. He breathed in the scent of your freshly washed hair, the piney smell of his shampoo still lingering.

You’d been suffering from nightmares for months, having started a new medication to keep the dreams at bay, it seemed to have been working, however it seems the victory was only short-lived.

He laid there for a few minutes, gazing upon your sleeping form. Despite the beastly bed hair and slight drooling, he still thought you were adorable when you slept.

“Morning beautiful.” Owen whispered, pressing a kiss against your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open, a shy smile gracing your lips. No matter how many times you’d slept together, you’d never get tired of waking up next to him each morning.

“Morning…” you mumbled, still half asleep as a cold chill swept through the sheets. Owen rolled over so he was above you, his strong arms resting either side of your head.

You giggled as he began trailing soft kisses along your jaw, down your chest. You grabbed his face in your hands, pulling him back up to you as you graced his lips with yours. He caressed your face with one hand whilst he balanced himself with the other, gently sweeping his thumb across your temple.

You yelped as he flipped the two of you over so you were now straddling his waist, a cheeky smirk plastered on his face. Feeling something rise against your crotch, you shifted awkwardly.

"Really, Owen?"

"What can I say, I like what I see." Owen shrugged, winking cheekily at you. You rolled your eyes, yelping as you felt a hand firmly slap your ass.

"Owen!" you scolded as he chuckled defiantly. You laid down against his chest, sighing in content.

You wished you could stay this way forever, blissfully calm in the morning sun-rays that swept through the windows. Just the two of you.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Alan grant - nodding off

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

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

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

“Rough day.”

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

“Alan.”

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

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

“Get some sleep Alan, you deserve it.”

[rodimusprime2017]

Imagine Being A Newbie in Beacon Hills And Part Of A New Super Species

Stiles: Wait?! A what?!

Y/N: A Were-Dinosaur. Apex Predator. Top of the food chain. Think of us as a Kanima, but bigger, meaner, more teeth.

Scott: Then why come here?

Y/N: Someone ambushed my pack in Los Angeles. Whoever they are know about the Deadpool, and are trying to expand out of Beacon Hills. I’m here to kill it at the source.

Stiles: Like rip it in two?

Y/N: Something like that. Besides you gonna need all the help you can get.

Scott: Guess we’ll take it. You might be right about help, but said your pack. Are they like you?

Y/N: Yeah.

[t-marveland]

𝐉𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 | zach mitchell

Zach Mitchell x Reader

Warning : aucun

Mots : 77

Masterlist

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

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

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

[magicofthemoonlight]

No Masrani stuff? I'm here to change it

[runawrites-blog]

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

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Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert)

Chapter 21: Troubles Bubble Up

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Grass bends beneath your feet, your steps quiet compared to the buzzing around you. Kenji goes on and on about another adventure everyone had gone on without you, and you find yourself staring at the ground in silence. His recounting of it makes the adventure seem cool, but you're sure it was actually terrifying to experience first-hand.

“You can go with us next time!” He smiles, suddenly bumping shoulders with you.

“Do I really want to?” You ask, the corners of your mouth tilting up.

“Duh! After this, Darius can't deny the fact that you're all healed and ready to go.” His cheerful words nearly bring your heart to a stop.

You purse your lips, tuning Kenji out once more as he continues talking. How will Darius react to you leaving camp without his permission? No, actually, why did you need his permission in the first place? He was supposed to be your friend, not your boss. The very thought of asking Darius for permission to simply live your life was too aggravating to handle, so you forced yourself to take a breath. All this anger directed at Darius made you sick to your stomach.

You wish he'd just talk to you. You wish he'd at least look at you without that pitiful expression on his face. The last time he had spoken to you was when you had first awoken, and it was just to spout some more dinosaur bullshit. Why didn't he ask if you were okay? Sure, he seemed to assume that you weren't all on his own, but if he had just asked you, then maybe you'd admit that you needed some time. Some time to get over this burning pain in your face, some time for you to actually acknowledge the wounds in general. Hell, you haven't even gotten to look at your own face since you had gotten shot! Was this not your body? Were you not your own person? How could he act as if you were some little child who couldn't tell right from wrong when he was the entire reason you had even gotten shot in the first place!

You gulp, a cold sweat overtaking you. That wasn't Darius’s fault. Why would you think that? What's wrong with you? You brought this upon yourself. You're the one who attacked Tiff. You're the one who made the plan in the first place. These are your consequences. They're the result of your actions. It's your fault, not his. So why do you still feel so angry?

Looking to the side at Kenji’s distracted rambling, you come to the dreadful conclusion that you won't be able to hide this little outing from Darius. But, really, what can he do? Darius may be the appointed leader, but how could he possibly punish you for this? Sure, you stayed at camp like he wished, but if you really wanted to, you could have left at any time. You just stayed because… well, you're not too sure. Maybe because everyone was telling you how hard Darius had it, but weren't you the one without an eye now? If anything, you should be the one bossing everyone around. You're the one who knew those ‘photographers’ were bad news. You're the one who knew they were lying. You're the one who tried so hard to get everyone to leave while they still could. And what did they do? They followed Darius's orders; and now look at what happened.

“Hey.” A hand on your shoulder pulls you away from those thoughts. “It's gonna be okay. “

You stare at Kenji with a befuddled expression, unsure of how to respond.

“I know you're worried about what Darius is gonna think, but I'm on your side, okay?” Kenji's smile is smaller than before, but you find yourself believing his every word.

“Thanks, Kenji.” You whisper.

And now, standing in front of camp, you let his words swirl around your head. Especially when you both see and hear everyone up there. Why were they back so early? You didn't even have time to prepare yourself as Kenji walked forward and started climbing up the ladder.

You wanted to stay down here, away from everyone's pitying gazes and their worried words. But, you knew that simply isn't possible. You'd have to confront Darius at some point, and that time was now. So, you suck in a breath and climb up the ladder into chaos.

“Where were you two?!” Darius's face is twisted with so many emotions that you find it hard to recognize the boy.

“We ran out of painkillers, so we went to Main Street–”

“You went to Main Street?!” Darius interrupts Kenji with a yell, his eyes flickering between the two of you. “What were you thinking!?”

“Nothing happened.” Kenji puts his hands out in a placating gesture, but it only serves to make Darius's anger grow.

“Nothing happened? Look at your arm, Kenji!”

The taller boy spares a quick glance at the bite on his arm, a bruise slowly forming over it. “That's just a little bite! The Compies were–”

“Compies?!” Darius sputters.

“We're fine!” You try to step in.

“No!” Darius screams, pointing a finger at your face when you attempt to walk closer. “You're not fine! You and Kenji left without my permission–”

“We shouldn't need your permission!” You argue.

“You got attacked by Compies!” Darius ignores your words, stepping closer.

“It's not that big of a deal!”

“You could've died!” He hisses, his face now inches away from yours.

“Darius, calm down.” Ben tries to intervene, frowning when Darius pushes him away.

Darius sends glare Ben's way before redirecting his rage towards you. “We're trying to find a way off this island, but we can't do that if we have to worry over what you'll do while we're gone!”

“Come on, guys.” Yasmina's voice is drowned out by your own.

“You don't have to worry! I'm not stupid, I can survive on my own!”

“Darius–”

“No, Kenji, you stay quiet!” Darius suddenly turns towards the boy. “I trusted you to watch them!”

“I was watching them!”

“I don't need to be watched!”

“Guys, let's all just calm down.” Sammy says softly.

“No!” Darius yells before turning towards you once more. “If you just told me you needed painkillers, I would have gotten them for you!”

“You wouldn't even look at me! How was I supposed to talk to you?!”

“That's not true!” He argues, his anger spiking.

“It is!” You push him backward, watching as Darius's eyes widen. “Why wouldn't you look at me?!”

Ben calls your name, perhaps in warning, but you don't stop.

“What's wrong with me, huh? Do you hate me?”

Darius shakes his head. “Why would I hate you?”

“Because you're keeping me at camp like some sort of prisoner!” You scream, shaking Kenji's hand off when he tries to grab you.

“I'm just trying to keep you safe!”

“No, you just think I'm going to get in the way!” You poke a finger into his chest, ignoring the guilt in his eyes. “Ever since I woke up, you've been looking at me like I'm some sort of freak!”

“I didn't–”

“If you want to leave this island so bad, then go!” Your words bring about an overwhelming silence. “You obviously don't think I can do anything, so go ahead and leave! I'll stay here and you all can go and live your lives without me!”

Ben shouts your name again, his voice sounding desperate.

“Shut up!” You whip your head towards him, your heart wilting at his pained expression. “God, just–”

You spare a glance around, the ache in your chest growing at the disheartened faces of everyone around you.

“--just leave me alone for one fucking second!”

You spin on your heel, ignoring the concerned calls of your fellow campers–of your friends–and practically sliding down the ladder in your rush to get away from them. You ignore their yells of your name, you ignore the darkness of the sky, you ignore the buzzing in your mind, and you just keep running. You keep running and running until you run out of breath, and lay your head against some random tree as your thoughts catch up to you.

This was bad. That was bad. Everything was bad right now. And now you've stupidly ran into the jungle in the dark, with no idea of where you are. You can't even hear the voices of everyone else anymore. But, you're not sure if that's because of the distance you ran, or if it's because they stopped yelling. You'd prefer the latter. You hope they'll listen to you just this once and leave you alone.

You push your palm against the only eye you have left, letting out a raspy cry as the pain catches up to you. You still haven't had any of your painkillers, and you regret not taking some while you were still walking with Kenji, even if it meant taking them dry. God, you’d choke down as many pills as possible if only the burning heat of your brain would fade. It pumps and pumps to the point that you can't help but whine in agony. And yet, you continue to push your hand against your face, angry at the fact you could still feel anything at all.

Stupid. That's what this all was: stupid. If Darius wasn't such a worried prick, none of this would have happened. If Darius wasn't in charge, none of this would've happened. If it weren't for Darius…

You feel sick. You wish you could throw up every worry rolling around in your head. It's dark. You're sweating, caused by a mixture of heat and adrenaline. You feel sick. You wish you could rewind time, tell everyone to leave while they still could. You wish you could go back. You feel sick. You wish Darius would look at you like he used to. You feel sick. You wish you had died. You feel–

A burning climbs up your throat, and before you know it, you're tilting to the side and puking up stomach acid. You haven't eaten anything today. You retch and gag at the taste, the burn in your throat spreading to your mouth. And once it's over, all you can bring yourself to do is walk away from the disgusting sight. Not even that far, just a couple feet further into the jungle, if only to avoid the smell of the substance. Still, the burn doesn't go away even as you wipe your mouth with your hand.

Then, you're sliding down the trunk of the tree into a seated position in the grass. There's nothing but the sound of insects and bellows from far away. Maybe a carnivore will sneak up on you and swallow you whole, and you'll never have to worry about anything ever again. You pull your knees to your chest, the steady thump of your heart bringing that same nausea right back. You wish everything would stop. You wish you could just lay here for the rest of your life. But, the nausea persists, and the heat of your thoughts continues to envelope your brain, and it's all too much and not enough at the same time. So, you just stare into the open air.

It's too dark. It's too quiet. Everything's wrong. Your eye flits from one direction to the next, over and over until every little shadow looks like someone who's dead. Until every bit of moonlight that shines past the trees turns red and every insects’ chirp turns into a click. ‘Click, click, click’. Over and over as he adjusts the scope. You swallow, uncaring as the thumping of your heart grows erratic. You stay still throughout it all, perhaps in acceptance. Or perhaps, because this is what you've wanted all along. ‘Click, click, click’. He adjusts the scope a final time, and you try your best to keep still as the barrel of his gun points at your head. This time, he won't miss.

There's a rustle to your side, but you don't move. You don't dare mess up his shot, not this time. You wait, patient, unlike your heart, which is practically beating out of your chest. Patient, unlike your breath which leaves your mouth in huffs. You try to stay calm, but you can't help your fear. It's only natural to be afraid of death, but at the moment, you try your best to welcome it with open arms.

A hand places itself on your shoulder, but you pay it no mind, still awaiting the bullet that'll put an end to the burn in your mind. Searing and never-ending. Waiting until it ends. But it never does.

Instead of a bullet pulling the insides of your brain apart, you feel arms wrapping around you in an embrace so gentle you feel tears building in your eye. And when the sound of clicking fades, and the red reflection of his scope disappears, all you can see is Ben.

He doesn't say anything, and neither do you. You just sit in the dark, and hold each other, like nothing else mattered. And, at the moment, you found that to be true. Nothing mattered besides Ben's hands on your back, pulling you closer until you unfurl your legs. And after that he's still pulling you closer and closer, as if he were trying to meld your bodies together. It almost hurts, but Ben loosens his grip on you before it reaches that point.

Instead, one of his hands makes its way to your head, pushing your face into his neck. And you sit like that. For how long, you have no idea, and you can't find it in yourself to care. Because Ben is holding you. Because Ben is alive. Because Ben, Ben, Ben. You almost frighten yourself with how blank your mind gets when he holds you, but maybe that's because no one has held you like this aside from him. Aside from Ben.

You gulp, face growing hot as the embrace continues. “Ben?”

He doesn't answer verbally, at least. But he tilts his head ever so slightly, and you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your neck.

“Why're you here?”

It's only then that he seems to understand that you've had enough, so his hands leave you, and he backs up just enough to look you in the eye. He’s silent, still staring at you. His mouth opens, then closes, and his eyes dart away from your face as he thinks. And in his silence, you find guilt festering within you.

“I'm sorry,” you say abruptly, your voice no higher than a whisper. “for yelling at you. You didn't deserve that.”

Ben shakes his head slightly, but he doesn't offer you more than that in terms of acknowledgment. Instead, he continues as if you hadn't spoken at all.

“Do you really want to stay here?”

You stare at him blankly, your mind rewinding the whole situation as you wonder what he could possibly mean. And then, you wonder why he would ask something like that.

“Did you mean it?” He murmurs, inching closer as if he wanted to block the entire world out.

“Did…” You find yourself stuttering, still reeling from his closeness and the strange questions. “Why?”

Ben presses his lips together in thought, his eyes squinting just a bit as he stares at you. And when he opens his mouth, you wonder how this could possibly be the frightened boy you used to know.

“I… I want to stay too.”

Your eye widens just a fraction as Ben struggles to explain himself.

“It's– I'm different. And, Bumpy, I can't just leave her–and you.” He pauses, eyes locked onto yours. “I don't want to leave you again.”

Your lips tremble, and you can't stop the tear that falls down your face. Even more so when Ben reaches a hand up, thumb dragging against the tear-track. Then, he places his other hand on the right side of your face, so gentle that more tears fall despite the blooming warmth in your chest.

“I don't…” you don't want Ben to stay here. He has so much ahead of him. He has a mom that loves him, he has a new life to live now that he's gotten over his fears, and he's got friends that'll be with him every step of the way. Compared to you, Ben is everything. And you're… “I don't know.”

“That's okay.” Ben whispers, his hand is soft against your burning face, and the heat only grows as you lean into his touch. You feel the pad of his thumb on the healed gash in your nose, and a sniffle escapes you. “Let's just go back to camp for now.”

You shake your head, acutely aware of how pathetic you're acting. “I don't– I can't–”

“You can.” He pulls his hands away from your face, standing over you now. “If you want, you can sleep with Bumpy and me.”

This is so backwards. Ben is comforting you, when you should be the one comforting him. That's how it's supposed to go. That's how it's meant to be, and yet…

Ben grabs your hand, pulling you to your feet. You sniffle, pressing your palm against your eye once again. But, this time, Ben’s here to stop you. He pulls your hand away, replacing it with his own as he holds your face. He's close, closer than you ever thought possible. And you remember that Ben’s changed. And you've changed too. And maybe, this change is alright.

He smiles, and even in the dark of night, you can see yourself in the reflection of his eyes. And, before you know it, you're walking back to camp with Ben, hand in hand. This feels wrong. You feel unworthy. You feel like you're unfit to be treated with such kindness after your outburst. But Ben squeezes your hand tighter, and you find those thoughts slipping away. Slipping and slipping, until all you can think of is how warm Ben's hand is.

Until all you can think of is how warm Ben is, as you lay next to him. Even against Bumpy's armored shell, you feel warm, warm, warm. So warm it burns, and yet it feels so pleasant at the same time. Ben's head falls onto your shoulder, and with his hand in yours, you fall asleep warm.

[sorry-moots]

Clever… Boy?

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn!reader tags: reader insert, characters are adults, fluff, no pronouns used, no use of y/n, reader likes jurassic park cw(s): none

so just pretend with me for a second that you work at a boba shop right next to your college campus, yk the kind that sells boba tea and then random little desserts and pastries

you’re doin your thang when this giant blond saunters in with the most displeased, unimpressed visage a human could possibly muster

but he’s wearing a jurassic park t-shirt which has you perked up in an instant

“Hey, nice shirt! I like Jurassic Park, too,” you greet him, showing off your own merch.

The blank look doesn’t leave his face. “That’s not from Jurassic Park, it’s from the Jurassic World trilogy. Those movies were just a money grab.”

Surprised he noticed, you let out a nervous laugh. “No, literally, have you seen Jurassic World Dominion? Half the movie is cameras panning between some unfortunate reptile and Chris Pratt making aggressive eye contact with it. I just bought the merch because it was cute…” you trail off.

Had you been focused on his face, you would have seen the way his lip quirked up at you. “A velociraptor’s a velociraptor, I guess.”

“Yeah!” you agree, lighting up. “Anyway, what can I get you?”

he visits the shop every monday, wednesday, and friday between classes. these are the days that yamaguchi has tutoring but this is a total coincidence. totally not a decision made to avoid sharing your time and attention with another man.

on mondays and wednesdays, he orders earl grey boba milk tea, but on fridays he asks if you have strawberry shortcake (the answer is always no)

“Why doesn’t a shop like this have strawberry shortcake?” he scoffs. “You have vanilla, chocolate, coffee, red velvet, you even have tres leches.”

“Would you, perchance, like to order vanilla, chocolate, coffee, red velvet, or tres leches?” you asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“This is a serious failing as a business to cater to the demands of its clientele.”

“Want me to tell the boss?”

“Just give me the vanilla cake and the usual.”

once he’s become an official Regular™ and you’re trusted with the display case, you abuse your power. for good obviously.

As he walks in, your eyes are trained on his face and you can actually see the excitement shine in his eyes for all of three seconds before he scowls at you.

“Did you really print out a picture of a strawberry shortcake and tape it inside of the display case? How much time did you waste photoshopping that? Isn’t this a health code violation?”

“Aww, I can’t believe you figured it out so quick!” You expected him to see through it at some point, but not instantly. “I guess you really are a clever… boy?”

“Don’t ever say that again.”

“Clever guy? Clever dude?”

“I’m giving you one star on Yelp and mentioning you by name.”

“WAIT NO MY BOSS READS THOSE”

a/n: please shoot me if someone has already done this if you liked this maybe try this other thing i wrote? it has the exact same premise

[rodimusprime2017]

A Monstrous Introduction - Legion Of Superheroes

Chimera!Male Reader X Kara Danvers

A inhuman roar is heard throughout the campus as Mon-El hears it, so does Supergirl and Superman as they were both confused on what can make that sound, but Mon-El knew who.

Mon-El: Uh oh, he knows. He must’ve seen you arrive as he’s closing in right now.

Supergirl: Who’s he?

Mon-El: He? Oh, I think you’re about to meet the strongest student here, and the most fearsome.

The trio suddenly hear something big land behind them as they slowly turn to see to Supergirl’s shock, a giant silver robotic gorilla as blades come out of his arms, ready for a fight.

????: Who are you, Kryptonian. Speak now, or I’m gonna be the Maximal who’s gonna rip out your spark!

Mon-El: Chimera! Stand down! She’s not with Zod! She’s new here for Daxam’s sake.

Superman: Is he always like this?

Mon-El: After Zod, yes. He’s an Alpha for a reason, and a leader.

Chimera taps a strange symbol on his chest, causing him to change into a teenage boy with E/C and H/C.

????: Sorry ‘bout that. Needed to let off some steam. Who’s the gorgeous blonde girl dressed like a cheerleader?

Superman: This is my cousin; Kara Zoe-El.

Supergirl: Call me Supergirl.

????: Oh, we’re giving up our secret identities. Call me Y/N L/N aka Chimera. King of Beasts and God of Monsters. I could use a new training partner, especially one of your type. Sorry, I apologise.

Supergirl: It’s okay, be yourself as you want.

Tagged: @primeofprimes115

[aceditwrites]

Could you do another Ben pincus x reader? Like what if everyone kind of joke around how the reader likes Ben but Ben is kind of oblivious and thinks it’s an actual joke but then reader like actually comes out and says “this is why I love you Benjamin” when he does something nerdy or blows something up and he’s like “wait what?”. Maybe they like hug or something maybe even a small smooch on the cheek?

HIIII!!! So sorry for the wait, school randomly decided i’m supposed to be academic weapon and loaded me with work. but anyways i hope this is what you were looking for 🫶🏽😻

You and Ben had gotten along since the start. He was a little nervous, you were more patient than he was used to. You got used to all his fears, memorized his small preferences, and even wore extra hand sanitizer just to make him a little happier. 

Trekking through the wild that Jurassic World had become, you kept Ben close. You even helped beckon Bumpy along the way. That took more time than you liked but it was for Ben so you made an exception. Okay fine. You made a lot of exceptions. You just cared about him. And everyone knew it. Everyone but him that is.

At first, you worried that you were being too obvious. Then you realized that Ben is even more oblivious than you thought. No matter how many times he caught you staring at him, no matter how many times you held his hand while walking, no matter what you did he seemed to assume it was all platonic. 

Maybe it was supposed to be a passive rejection?

All of this up until he fell from the monorail. You were devastated, naturally. Everyone could tell, you just seemed so deflated while he was gone. 

Though if anyone had doubt that you liked him, they were squashed when you all found him again. The other campers had never seen anyone light up the way you had when you saw him again for the first time.

You, on the other hand, felt like you had fallen in love all over again. 

For weeks, you kept an eye on him. You had no clue what you’d do if something happened to him again. 

So now, to keep an eye on him you opt to join him and getting some water from the watering hole.

“Of course, you want to go.” Brooklynn gently shoves your shoulder.

“He shouldn’t go alone.” You said, you knew damn well you had ulterior motives but you didn’t have to admit it.

“Or!! You just love him!” Sammy insisted.

“I love them too, they’re a great companion. Almost as good at Bumpy.” Ben answers for you as he wanders off.

You were going to go insane. How can he say stuff like that so casually?

“I’ll never understand how that boy can be so oblivious.” Sammy shakes her head as Ben exits their little makeshift camp.

You sighed, “Yeah, me neither.” 

You followed him and called him clever as he showed you all the places he had stashed gasoline after stocking up for the boat. As you walk toward the watering hole, you realize just how much extra gas he had hidden. He really is clever. (insert clever girl meme)

The new Ben– well is it fair to call him new? Not really. This has always been inside him somewhere, he just needed an extra push out of his cocoon. Now look at him! A beautiful- disturbed, but beautiful butterfly!

Either way, this Ben is so different. He’s loud and bold. Fearless. Probably braver than you. 

Which you admire. You’re glad to see him get over his fears. He seems much happier now and when he’s happy you’re happy. How could you not be?

You smiled as he talked about the ways he can tell where he hid things. You smiled just because he was next to you. You were so so so far gone, weren’t you? You’re so enraptured with him. So captivated that you almost didn’t hear the flapping of wings. 

You both freeze. Of course, freezing may not be the best option, but you were scared. You’re kids and in a moment where reaction was left up to fight, flight, or freeze. Given the trauma you both have from these very dinosaurs… as you freeze you think, Pterosaurs are the worst. Ben shakes it off first and drags you off to the side and into some bushes. 

Your eyes were trained on the sky.

“They didn’t even look at us.” You point out.

“Good.” Ben replies, with a shake of his head.

“But why?” You squint at the sky, then observe your surroundings. “You don’t think they’re running from something worse, do you?”

Ben listens to the sounds of nature around you, “I don’t hear anything.”

“There are hybrids on this island, is not hearing anything good enough?” You question, you’d never doubted him before, so why now?

“Which one of us survived out there alone?” Ben looked at you.

“You.” You sighed,

“Which one of us survived being dropped by a pteranodon?” Ben asked another question.

“Also you.” You replied, trying not to laugh. You knew he was enjoying the bragging.

“And which one of us defeated–” Ben begins with a grin.

“Defeated Toro. Also you! You won’t stop telling me.” Despite your worry, you smile back.

“Exactly! So, trust me. I trust you, so return the favor, will you?” He offers a hand to help you out of the bushes.

You let him pull you up, “I trust you.”

“Great! Let’s go!” Ben glances at the sky then back in front of him and continues the walk to the watering hole. 

You trust him because you love him. Or maybe the other way around. You weren’t sure as you followed him. You watched him as he walked, so confident. 

“This is why I love you, Benjamin.” You said to him, quieter than you intended but you were sure he heard you because he stopped walking. Just for a split second before continuing. 

“I love you too.” He said as he walked ahead of you. You waited for it to click. About two feet ahead of you, he stopped again. “You love me? Like…”

“I’ve only said it a million times.” You remind him, closing the distance to stand next to him.

“I didn’t know– I thought you meant–” He stumbled over his words as his cheeks turned red. Then he stopped talking.

“I love you. Romantically.” You repeat for him.

“I love you too. Romantically.” He smiled back, taking your hands.

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, relishing the way his face only turned a darker shade of red. You hoped you’d survive this island, just so you could see that happen a million times over. 

[sweettease88]

INTRODUCTION

Introduction 

Hi! I’m Alexander, I’m 16 and a new writer! I’m not talented much but I hope y’all can support me on my journey. I’ll list my fandoms I will write and that y’all can ask me

Camp Cretaceous/chaos theory

How to train your dragon

Any Jurassic park/world movie 

Beastars 

My hero academia

Squid games

Demon slayer (possibly..)

More soon!

I’m not a big fan on getting into new fandoms but I maybe will! I’m just picky..

Also stuff I will and WILL NOT! Write

I will write:

Fluff 

LGBTQ 

Canon/not canon ships

X reader

Angst

Insert reader 

Stuff I will NAWT write:

INCEST 

R@pe/noncon

Pedophila

I have a right to say no to stuff I do not want it right aswell!

(I’m still thinking about smut.. maybe??)

Anyways BYE! Please request stuff for me to write! Have a good day/night

[captain-dallas]

minors dni, there will be 18+ content

welcome to my writing blog! i write for a lot of different fandoms, including reader inserts and oc content.

my fic masterlist can be found here.

a masterlist of the ocs i've written for can be found here.

i take requests for the following fandoms, the ones in bold are ones i have written for recently:

the alien franchise, baldur's gate 3, the bear, call of duty, cyberpunk 2077, dragon age, fallout (3, 4 and new vegas), far cry 5, a song of ice and fire, jurassic park/world, marvel, the walking dead, the witcher.

list of requests/wips can be found here.

[denaliwrites]

Taking Requests For :

Fiction & Essays!

Fiction Policies :

Reader Insert Prompts Accepted

Shipping Prompts Accepted

Non Shipping Prompts Accepted

Original Content Prompts Accepted

Original Character Prompts Accepted

Crack Fic Prompts Accepted

Crossover Prompts Accepted

AU Prompts Accepted

Smut Prompts SOMETIMES Accepted

Celebrity / IRL Prompts NOT Accepted

Fandoms I Will 100% Write For :

Good Omens

Doctor Who

Supernatural

The Magicians

Bad Samaritan

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Broadchurch

Fright Night

Fandoms I May Write For :

The Boys

Gracepoint

The Expanse

Sherlock

Prodigal Son

John Wick

Jurassic Park / Jurassic World

Star Trek

Knives Out

Detroit : Become Human

Others, at my discretion

Feel free to request other fandoms that aren’t listed! If it’s something I don’t want to write for that’s not listed below, I’ll let you know!

Fandoms I WILL NOT Write For :

Harry Potter

The Walking Dead

Star Wars

Literally any SMP

Most Disney

Essay Policies :

There are no fandom restrictions on essays.

Expect an essay request to take time to fulfill.

The more research the topic requires, the longer it’ll take.

Most personal essays will have a philosophical angle, but your requests don’t have to!

However, if left unspecified, you might find your requests going that direction.

I once wrote an essay that successfully argued Tyler Durden of Fight Club (Fincher, 1999) is a prop. So trust me when I say, no essay idea is too crazy for me.

All essays will be as properly formatted as Tumblr allows.

Google Doc link will be available upon request.

Bibliographies will be available upon request.

Note Doc link will be available upon request.

If there is a particular source you’d like me to use in the essay, please include it in the request.

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

I will not write your class essays for you.

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

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

[writings-of-a-demigod]

Hello hello hello

About this blog:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What I Write For:

Brooklyn 99

Supernatural

Percy Jackson

Marvel (Movies & Tv Shows)

Harry Potter

Doctor Who

Criminal Minds

SWAT

Mission Impossible

Good Omens

The Sandman

Once upon a time

Lucifer

Bones

NCIS

John Wick

Jurassic Park & World

The Umbrella Academy

Leverage