#yes i started watching jurassic park

[thelastspeecher]

the roommate is finally making me watch Grease for the first time and I am very distracted bc every other male character is giving me serious Clark Kent vibes

bc I literally only think of Clark Kent as Christopher Reeve and Tom Welling and both those boys have SERIOUS 50s leading man face

[strange-creature-222]

OUUGHHH THIS IS MAKING ME THINK SO MANY THINGS OH MY GOD/POS

@lilywithcatears you should read this pls pls pls

I found myself thinking of Jekyll today and wondering if it causes him physical pain to have to fake a smile. To what extent is Henry Jekyll, pleasant doctor and sophisticated upperclass gentleman a painful mask he has to wear and does the discomfort ever feel physical?

I was at the local aquarium today (this is the perfect time of year to go because it's open but there are no tourists so it's never crowded and admission is cheap) hanging out and doodling on one of the benches while I watched the fish. I had on headphones to listen to an audio book and to provide a buffer between myself and anyone who might try to talk to me and I had been looking forward to relaxing for a couple of hours when a family walked up and the father waved his hand in front of my face to get my attention. The minute they started asking me questions about what I was drawing I was filled with what I can only describe as intense dismay.

Obviously the family being present isn't in of itself an issue, it's a public aquarium, it's aimed at families and parts of the aquarium are geared specifically at children, but the family noticed me drawing and stopped to talk to me.

I reiterate that this was not something they did wrong, they were just being friendly, but I was really not prepared to have a conversation and I found the whole ordeal to be...well an ordeal. They were interested in what I was drawing (a sketch of Henry Jekyll because he's been on my mind off and on) and just the thought of having to explain who this character was, hoping they got it, and having to potentially explain why I was drawing him felt overwhelming.

And it was, they did not know who Henry Jekyll was, they were vaguely aware of Jekyll and Hyde but weren't the type of people to read classic literature and had never heard of the musical or actually seen for themselves any movies featuring the character. The mom commented that he looks like "a Disney villain from back in the 90s" which...fair assessment, I can't pretend I don't see why she would have thought that. The older kid was probably the most interested and wanted to see more of my drawings which made me really uncomfortable but I let him look through my sketchbook anyway because his parents kept saying he was interested in drawing and he loves art and I felt too anxious to say no.

I made small talk with the parents for a while, all the usual, "what's your name, where you from, what's your job?" (I hate those questions, they are usually the least interesting things about any people, myself included) and I wondered if this is what Henry does on a regular day. Has ordinary conversations with reasonably nice people and feel completely like a fish out of water the whole time. I felt pretty terrible about it too, I didn't have any hard feelings or resentment but the whole time I was thinking "Stop touching my things, go away, please fucking leave so I can get back to my audio book and my drawing. I just wanted to sit with the fish for a few hours because it's supposed to be quiet here this time of year."

No one ever seems to catch on that physically talking to people is an effort for me. I've gone my whole life and no one has ever noticed that I'm anxious or uncomfortable in situations where I have to speak out loud because I've gotten good at faking small talk and I know how to make my voice sound pleasant.

It's strange because I express myself easily enough in writing and I like messaging with people over text but the minute I have to be verbal with people I don't know I feel like I'm putting on an immense effort. I have to consciously choose a tone, figure out what words I want to say, be ready with an explanation in case I'm asked questions and I have to do all of it in real time on the spot. It feels like improve, like I'm constantly doing an improve routine and I know most people would say "Just be yourself!" But myself doesn't want to be doing this at all. Myself wants to be drawing and looking at fish. Even as a child I was never very social, I liked to doodle or daydream or build with my lego sets. I got reprimanded a lot for being too quiet. So I made myself more talkative and learned how to hold conversations. I learned to blend in but it's so tiring at times and I can swear when it's at its worst it feels almost physical. The discomfort becomes a suffocating "texture" on my skin and in my brain and I have to keep pretending like I don't notice it because every time I try to articulate how I feel people don't understand it. It's just not a thing they experience.

So I just keep "acting normal," and wonder if there's something wrong with me, like I'm operating on a different frequency from the people around me and I'm the only one on that frequency so other people don't even know it exists. It's...incredibly isolating at times. Even my partner doesn't seem to hear the world as loud as I do or experience the "texture" it's just a strange THING that I'm stuck with by myself. I wonder if it was the same for Henry Jekyll? Except instead being of too quiet he was too loud, too boisterous, threw tantrums, didn't know when to stop rambling about anatomy and weird gross medical facts. So he learned how to cover it and move through life pretending to be interested in everyone else but keenly aware they could never share his interests because his favorite subjects were too grisly and if he started talking about diseases he'd put everyone off. I head-canon Jekyll loves what he does, but he doesn't love it for reasons a doctor should, he doesn't care that much about healing the sick, he cares about conquering illnesses, he likes to learn about symptoms, he enjoys the disgusting viscera of his work. But he can't let on that this is what he enjoys about his work because that's not noble or heroic, it's something most people would find creepy of him. So he buries it and pretends he cares about curing the sick. He pretends he enjoys talking to people who don't know anything about who he is or what he does but they think they do because they are aware of doctors and understand that medicine exists. All the time he loathes it, it exhausts him and he can't even indulge in activities he enjoys to blow of steam because he enjoys things like brawling, doing drugs, and fucking. All things a man of his status shouldn't be seen doing. There's an image people associate with Henry Jekyll and it's an image he can't afford to tarnish...

but it's not really HIS image, it's just a buffer he keeps up to make himself more palatable. I wonder if that ever hurts him physically, if the mask ever feels like a "texture" muffling him.

there are times when I feel like it's no wonder he wasn't repulsed by Hyde when he first saw his reflection. Because I can only imagine by the time Hyde showed up he was already completely burnt out on being Jekyll.

[little-wicked10]

Let Me Make You Juno (Ian Malcolm Smut)

Summary: When Ian returns from Jurassic Park, he has a new perspective on some decisions he’s been contemplating. Like the need to lock down the love of his life. (Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter’s song Juno)

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY!!! Breeding kink, Ian being the silver tongued devil he is😏, cursing

Notes: Yes, I’m aware that the movie Juno came out several years after the original Jurassic Park BUT this is inspired by a song that was inspired by a movie (most likely I’m just assuming).

//

She was there the moment the helicopter touched down.

She was there as they gurnied him into the hospital to be treated.

She was there to take care of him every step of the way.

From his Costa Rican hospital bed, Ian would watch her sleeping form slumped in a chair in the corner. He observed her as he was lost in his thoughts. Almost dying had a way of making you reassess your life and decisions you’ve been dancing around. Like the one sitting in a velvet box back at his apartment.

Ian bought the ring before he’d made up his mind. There was a lot he was considering before asking her to marry him. He often joked he was always on the look out for the “future ex-Mrs. Malcolm”, but he was hesitant to add her to that list. She had changed his life. She had encouraged him to start carving out more time for his children, albeit a slow process since he had to become civil with their mothers. No one had pushed him to better himself quite like her.

Staring death in the face with all its sharp and bloody teeth was when he made his decision. Ian prayed (for the first time in who knows how long) he’d make it off that island so he could finally ask her that all important question. She WAS the future and last Mrs. Malcolm. No matter what, he’d be with her until his heart stopped beating.

//

“What?”

Ian smiled at her shocked expression, “Will you marry me, my wonderful and beautiful goddess?”

Her eyes stared at the ring in the box he held out to her. The diamond shined in the candlelight of their romantic dinner. “You’re…are you serious?” her heartbeat a million miles a minute.

“Of course I am, my darling. You’ve changed my life in such an…exponential way. You’ve made me uh…a better man, a better father to not just my current kids but for our future kids,” Ian pulled the ring from the box and held it between his fingers, “So…what do ya say?”

“You want…with me? Yes, Ian! Yes!” happy tears fogged her eyes as she grasped his face between her hands and kissed him.

Ian almost dropped the ring as he wrapped his arms around her, her tears wetting his cheeks. The restaurant goers that had been watching erupted in joyous clapping. She pulled away from their kiss and held out her left hand. Ian gently took her hand in his, carefully slipping the ring onto her finger. Their joy was infectious. He knew in his heart this was meant to be, he’d made the right decision.

//

Light flooded their apartment as the door swung open. Ian’s large hands held her close to his body tightly, clutching her silk dress and walking her backwards. Her fingers were woven into his curls as their tongues fought with one another. A swift kick shut the apartment door before he released her body to shrug off his leather jacket. Gently clutching her wrists, he pulled them from his hair as he delicately pushed the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her hands worked on unbuttoning his already halfway unbuttoned black shirt.

The silk pooled at her feet as it finally cascaded down her body leaving her in her panties and heels. Ian was in awe of her, a lustful look in his eyes as he threw off his shirt to swagger towards his prey. The moonlight shining in from the windows made her look ethereal.

“You are a goddess,” his eyes slowly took her in, “And I must…no, need to worship at your alter.”

“Ian,” she whispered, her face flushed.

The man stopped before her and fell to his knees, large hands running up her legs as he kissed the top of her panty line. Her body shivered as his lips ran across the sensitive skin. Her fingers threaded into his hair once more as he squeezed her thighs, dark eyes staring up into hers.

“I want your touch for life, darling. Love you right until you bless me even more with something beautiful. I want to put my child right…here,” he kissed her stomach gently.

Ian’s eyes watched her breasts heave as she began to pant, “I’m so fucking horny, Ian.”

“I know,” dexterous fingers wrapped around her waist band, pulling her panties down her legs.

He aided her in stepping out of the garment before he stood up, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. They smashed their lips together as he carried her to the bedroom in long strides. He moaned into her mouth as she ran her nails across his shoulder blades. They fell on to the bed, Ian being careful not to land on her too hard. An animalistic groan vibrated in his chest as he felt her hips roll against his.

Her needy whimper made him feral. His lips trailed down to her jaw line and neck, exploring her body with the drag of his lips and scrape of his teeth. He sucked on the swell of each of her breasts before running his tongue down her stomach. Ian could only imagine what she’d look like once their child grew inside her. Growling at the thought of her round belly and swollen breasts made his stomach twist in anticipation to make her his in every way possible. Ian suddenly sat up to gently remove her heels.

“I adore you, Mrs. Malcolm,” he kissed her left calf before reaching down to strum his thumb over her clit, “I adore every part of you…, Mrs. Malcolm.”

The way the title rolled off his tongue and his fingers slipped inside to begin massaging her sweet spot caused her to arch her back. When she reached out to him with a desperate whine, Ian leaned over her to look deep into her eyes. His hand moved faster when she reached up and bit his lip, eliciting a growl from deep within his chest. Her body writhed desperately, toes curling as she felt electricity began to burn from the bottoms of her feet to behind her eyes. “Please, Ian!” the way she begged may have been pathetic, but she didn’t care, “I want you inside me! Put a baby in me!”

Ian’s chuckle was dark, “I will, darling, but uh…you have to cum first.”

The fire in her belly burned even hotter when she heard his words. He had such a way of speaking, it flowed from his lips like honey and heightened the pleasure. The hot coil snapped and she came on his frantically moving hand. Ian showered the side of her face and neck with loving kisses as he helped her ride out her orgasm. Her arms lazily wrapped around his neck to press their lips together in a sloppy kiss. Removing his fingers, Ian pulled away from the kiss to suck his fingers, “Mm. Your taste is divine. I could explore you all night.”

“That won’t make a baby, my love” she smirked as he began to pull at his belt.

He chuckled and stuttered over his words at how quick she with his belt and pants, “You…uh…Darling, you’re…uh, uh…insatiable.”

“You bring it out in me, Dr. Malcolm,” small hands pushed down his slacks.

The curly haired man stood up off the bed and chucked off his slacks and boxers. Crawling on to the bed, he watched with predatory eyes as she moved up to lay at the head of the bed. They wrapped up into each other’s arms and legs. His large hands roamed her body as he thrust his hips against hers, teasing them both. A hand slipped behind her onto her lower back. He made her arch her back and angle her hips up. There was no warning when he slipped his long dick inside her. Her moans were music to his ears as she dug her nails into his back. “Oh my god,” Ian groaned as he picked up his pace, “Fuck this feels so right!”

Up until that point, they had always used condoms. The feeling of him being inside of her with no barrier, just raw, brought out something feral in her. There’s no way she could go back to rubbers after this. Her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, urging him to keep going with her heels against his ass. His arm wrapped around her hips helped him continuously spear her over and over again, free hand gripping the sheets next to her head. He suddenly switched their position, pulling out to flip her onto her stomach with her hips angled up.

Ian was back inside her once again as he pressed his chest to her back; his hands traveling up her sides before one tangled into her hair and the other slipped under her hips to her clit. His thrusts were deep and deliberate. Holding her head back enough for him to leave open mouth kisses along the side of her face and neck, whispering in her ear. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she desperately tried to move her hips to meet his thrusts.

“I feel you clenching around me, my love. I can hardly pull out. Not that I’m going to,” his smirk was pressed to her ear.

A desperate sound slipped from her throat as she felt pleasure building from the bottoms of her feet to behind her eyes.

“One of you is cute…it’s wonderful, infact, but two?” Ian growled and thrust roughly and bit her earlobe.

“Fuck, baby! Mark your territory!” she pushed her hips toward him more, if it was possible.

His fingers circling her clit and his animalistic pounding was enough for the coil to snap. She screamed as she clenched down on his thrusting cock and came. Her orgasm washed over her like a brutal wave and only lasted longer as her fiancé continued to fuck her into their mattress. Just as the high from her first orgasm subsided another quickly built and crashed over her. Ian admired the way her body writhed underneath him, unable to decide if she wanted more or less of his ministrations.

“D-don’t stop! Don’t stop! Cum inside me, baby!” she begged in her delirious state.

Ian’s brow creased in concentration and he bit down on his lip as his hips began to falter. The most wonderful cry left her lips as he thrust himself as deep as he could inside her to spill his seed. The feeling of him filling her to the brim would be burned into her body’s memory forever. A hand reached behind her and tangled into his hair, whimpering as she felt him rutting his hips into hers until he was fully spent. The only thing heard in the room was their ragged breaths.

He kissed along the side of her face and neck down to her shoulders, all the while whispering to her how good and beautiful she is. She whimpered as he slowly pulled out, feeling both their orgasms leak out of her. Ian laid on his side beside her before pulling her towards him. She gently turned over to face him and snuggled into his embrace. “You ok?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m perfect,” she lovingly kissed his neck, “Planning a wedding and a baby? You’re truly a chaos magnet, Dr. Malcolm.”

“Chaos is unpredictable, my love. It might take one, two, or multiple tries to get you pregnant. Either way, I’m-uh more than happy to keep trying,” he smirked down at her.

Her felt her stomach jump in anticipation, and she gave a playful nip to his jaw line, “Then I guess we have a lot of work to do.”

[bliss4boo]

Texting 💬

texting with gf Ellie

LMFAO IDK WHY IM MAKING THIS BUT WTV

———————————————————————— baby

babyyyy

BABYYYY

WHAT??

ELLIE ITS 3 AM WTF?

I just wanted to tell you...

I love you😞

What do you want😐

Well if you must ask...

I was wondering if you wanted to come play Fortnite with me tomorrow😝

don't ever text me again

what

Baby

Baby!?

WHAT UR JOKING RN

————————————————————————

hey my love

my pookie

my sugar bear with sprinkles on top

who is this?

um...the love of your life😅

Ohh.

Now I remember why you're blocked

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Um baby

Where are you

huh

what???

Our movie date?

We're watching Jurassic Park🥵

ew

and we are?

I forgot

Hey!

Don't ew me?!

AND COME OVER RN TF?

mb

I forgot I'm a magnet to the girls���

stfu

but ur not wrong

now come here 

so I can show you my Jurassic park🦕

restraining order now

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Ellie!

Ellie Williams!

Els?

Babyyyy!!

Yes?

So you answer to baby🤦‍♀️

I'm just a girl🎀

stfu

I need help

huh what's wrong??

What planet orbits the slowest?

I need it for homework🙏

Well according to my vast knowledge about this subject...I suppose the answer would be Neptune. It orbits once around the sun about every 165 years. 

you're so annoying😐

but you love me😍

right?

Yes baby

good

now come over so I can help you with your homework😣

please?

Okay okay 

I'm coming rn

coming😅

STFU UR NOT FUNNY

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Do you ever think about how small we are?

Like there's probably billions of other planets and people.

We're just a small part of it.

There's probably other things out there wondering if there's other life out there!!

I wish I could meet a real dinosaur.

Mhm

I wish I could go live on Saturn

And you're already a fucking dinosaur

with me right?

and rude

Of course

We could start our own life and population on Saturn🤫

you know what

now that I think of it

earth doesn't seem that bad😍

hey

that's bullysome

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Aww Ellie that’s actually so sweet??

I'm suprised tbh

Hey!!

I'm very sweet all the time😡

Really?

I couldn't tell

Babyyy

do you really think I'm not sweet?

No I'm just joking

I think you're purr-fect😻

I love you

like so much

I love you too

now come over before I change my mind

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Ellie?

Yea

What goes in hard and dry but comes out soft and wet?

My dick

Gum!

Get your mind out of the gutter😢

Okay

That was funny

I'm craving gum nowwww

Come over and I'll give you some

okay!

wait...?

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Distractions- Chapter 15

Distractions Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston

Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits

A/N: I told myself I would post this chapter before the new year and I just barely made it! This is one of my favorite chapters I’ve written so far, so I really really hope you like it!

Hawaii was quickly turning out to be one of your favorite places in the world, and it wasn’t just the idyllic weather or the gorgeous scenery. It was the culture. Everyone there was always so kind and happy. You learned that “Aloha” was not just the word for hello and goodbye. It was a way of life. It meant generosity, kindness, and love. And it was palpable everywhere you went. 

You were having the time of your life. Yes, you were having copious amounts of sex, obviously, but you also went whale watching, hiking through the rainforest, kayaking, shopping at a local market, and visited famous film locations for movies like Jurassic Park, Pearl Harbor, and, of course, the first film Tom shot in Hawaii, Kong: Skull Island, where Tom excitedly showed you around like a proud little puppy. It was really quite adorable.

When the two of you weren’t off on an adventure or fucking each other’s brains out, you were relaxing in the lounge or by the private pool and hot tub that you were pleasantly surprised to find out came with the house. One day you were laying out on a sun lounger, reading a book while sneaking glances at Tom who was doing laps in the pool. He looked so sexy when he was all wet. 

When he finished his laps, Tom stepped out of the water and toweled off, his sopping trunks leaving hardly anything to the imagination. “Are you ever actually going to get in the water, or are you just going to lay there teasing me?”

“I’m perfectly content laying in the sun with my book, thank you,” you told him matter of factly. “And I’m not teasing you.”

“Oh but you are, darling. You’re basking in the sun in your bikini with a book. You should know by now that’s enough to drive me mad.”

“That sounds like a you-problem, Tommy boy.”

Tossing the towel to the side, he laid on his stomach between your legs on the lounge chair, propping himself up on his forearms which rested on either side of your waist. Then he plucked your book from your hands and set it on the side table.

“Oi! I was still reading that!” you protested.

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at you, his head just above your chest. “Because if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were only using the book to try to hide your staring.”

“Good thing you know better then.” You ran your fingers through his wet locks. 

He gave you his best over-the-top puppy dog eyes. “Come on, Sweets. Come swimming with me.”

“Do you really want to wait all the time it will take for me to redo my hair and makeup before dinner tonight?”

“That’s what this is about? Not wanting to ruin your hair and makeup?” There was a bit of laughter in his voice.

“Have you completely forgotten how we met?”

“You’re getting in the pool.”

“I’m really not.”

All of a sudden he shot up and grabbed you, causing you to scream as he hoisted you over his shoulder. 

“Thomas William Hiddleston! Don’t you dare!” you yelled, kicking your legs and giggling uncontrollably. You let out another scream as he ran and jumped into the water with you. When you both resurfaced, you splashed him in the face. “You little shit!”

He wiped the water out of his eyes and then shot you a warning look. “Oh, darling. I don’t think you want to start that.”

“You started it when you forced me into the bloody pool!” you challenged, splashing him in the face again. 

“Very well.” He stretched out his long arm and used the entire length of it to send a tsunami of pool water at you. 

You attempted to dodge it, but you weren’t fast enough, and when you tried to splash him back he simply sent another wave at you, rendering your tiny splashes completely useless. 

“This… Is… Not… Fair!” you shouted between splashes. 

He didn’t let up. “What was that, darling? I can’t hear you with all the splashing!”

You flashed him your middle finger, making him laugh, and then you decided to try a different strategy. You quickly turned and made your way to the pool stairs to get out of the water.

“You’re not giving up already, are you?” Tom teased. You didn’t answer him, but calmly walked to the side of the pool closest to him, and then suddenly did a cannonball jump right next to him. “Shit!”

“HA!” you mocked him as soon as you came back up. He was nowhere to be found, however, which could only mean one thing. “Fuck.”

Suddenly you felt him grab your legs, and the next thing you knew you were being lifted out of the water and swiftly flipped over his shoulder, sending you crashing right back into the water. When you resurfaced you expected to be immediately assaulted by more splashes to the face, but after you wiped the water from your eyes, you looked at Tom to see him smirking and biting his lip, like he had a cheeky little secret.

“Am I missing something?” you asked, confused. 

“Funny you should say that…” He was attempting to hold back a laugh and you realized he kept looking at your chest. When you looked down, you saw that you’d lost your top.

“Thomas!” you shrieked, instantly covering your exposed breasts with your hands. 

He couldn’t contain his laughter any longer. “I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I have seen them before, you know.”

“You did this on purpose!” You attempted to sound cross with him, but you couldn’t help but start to giggle as well.

“I swear to you I didn’t!” he defended. “I’m just incredibly lucky apparently!”

“Oh shut it,” you told him, still giggling and attempting to splash him again. 

“Do you really want to start that again?”

You rolled your eyes at him and then looked around. “Where is my top anyway?” You looked at Tom who looked behind you, then back at you, before suddenly diving toward your bikini top.

“No, no, no, no, no!” You dove for it too, but you weren’t fast enough. Tom snatched it just before you could and when you tried to take it from him, he held it up as high as he could. At first you attempted to jump up to reach it, but you soon stopped and shot him a disapproving look. “I know what you're doing.”

He shrugged. “What can I say? I love to watch your tits bounce.”

You shook your head at him. “You know what? Keep the top,” you told him with a smirk, and without another word you exited the pool and headed toward the hot tub. Once you were chest deep in the hot, bubbling water, you looked back at Tom, removed your bikini bottoms, and dropped them over the side of the jacuzzi. 

He bit his lip and shook his head, then quickly got out of the pool and rushed inside. You were puzzled by this at first until not a minute later he came back out with a little foil wrapper in his hand and then climbed in the hot tub, removing his trucks immediately..

“Not so fast, Tommy boy,” you said. “You think I’m going to reward you for your behavior just now?”

He raised his eyebrows in mild surprise. “Well I can’t imagine anything involving your naked body would be a punishment.”

“I came in here because I am going to get myself off using one of these jets.”

His eyes lit up. “Ooh, naughty girl.”

“And while I will let you watch, you are not allowed to touch me or yourself.”

His face fell and his eyebrows knitted together, looking as if all of his Christmas presents had been taken away. “Please tell me you're joking.”

You simply shook your head at him, a self-satisfied look upon your face as you turned around in your seat and got up on your knees, bracing yourself with your elbows on the edge of the hot tub and a jet pointed right between your legs. From where Tom was seated, you knew he’d only be able to see your back and maybe some glimpses of your ass which was partially obscured by the bubbles, but he’d still be able to see your hips grinding, and he’d certainly be able to hear you. It was the perfect amount to tease him, and the perfect way to get back at him.

As soon as the jet hit your pussy, you began to moan. Yes, you were putting on a show for him, but by no means did you have to fake it. The powerful stream of water felt so fucking good against your clit and through your folds. You started slowly rolling your hips, but it wasn’t long before you picked up speed, bucking against the current to chase your fast approaching climax. 

“Oh, Sweets, you have no idea how fucking sexy you are,” Tom’s gruff voice came from behind you. “It’s borderline cruel, what you’re doing to me right now.”

“But you’re being such a good boy for me,” you praised him, a bit out of breath. You were so close.

“But are you sure you want to cum around nothing, when I could so easily fill that void for you?”

“Fucking hell,” you groaned. His words only brought you closer, until your orgasm suddenly hit you. “Oh god!” You quickly lifted your rear out of the water so he could watch you spasm and clench. 

Apparently that was all Tom could take. With a low growl, he stood up and grabbed your hips, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Permission to fill this pretty little cunt?” As he said this, you felt his fingers stroke your sensitive pussy. 

“Please!” you whined, completely losing your will to keep punishing him. As soon as the word left your mouth he pushed his hard cock inside you. The sneaky bastard must have known you’d give in, because he already had the condom on, not that you were complaining at that point.

You’d barely finished your first orgasm before Tom was fucking you toward your second, gripping your hips tightly as he thrusted in and out of you. It was a good thing there were no neighbors, because the two of you moaning and groaning combined with the sound of the water splashing and sloshing around you was anything but quiet, and certainly more than enough to vividly illustrate what the two of you were doing.

As you felt yourself about to cum again, you held on to the edge of the jacuzzi for dear life while Tom pounded into you even harder. His cock was hitting you in a spot that was making you see stars until finally you reached your second climax. Crying out in ecstasy, you pushed your hips back against his thrusts, encouraging him to cum with you, and that he did. 

“Fuck, Y/n,” he groaned, fucking you through your simultaneous orgasms until he finally fell forward, his hands bracing himself on either side of you. You felt his wet abs against your back, expanding and contracting with every heavy breath. Then he kissed your shoulder and stood back up so he could remove the condom, tie it off, and toss it on the ground to pick up later. “And to think, you didn’t want to get wet,” he said, sitting back down.

“Oh hush, you,” you told him playfully, standing up and combing your hair back with your fingers before attempting to wipe away the makeup that you feared had streaked down below your eyes. 

“Will you stop?” He put his hands on your hips and pulled you toward him, smiling up at you. “You do realize it is physically impossible for you to look anything less than gorgeous, right?”

You put your knees on either side of him and your hands on his shoulders. “Flatterer.”

“Exhibitionist,” he retorted.

You ran your fingers through the wet curls on the top of his head as you looked down at him. “You loved it.”

“It was agonizing.”

“Good.” You winked at him, and then he pulled you down onto his lap and kissed you.

…

On your last night in Hawaii Tom insisted on cooking you a fancy dinner. You protested, of course, telling him that you would be perfectly content just to order in again, but you knew that there was no changing his mind once he was set on something. 

While he cooked, you did your hair and makeup and got dressed. You had decided to wear a dress you had just gotten at a local shop in town. It was a white, flowy maxi dress, covered in various tropical plants, with a plunging neckline, low back, and a slit up to the top of your thigh. To accompany the dress, you curled your hair and pinned up one side with a flower clip. 

Tom had told you that you’d be eating outside on the dining set under the pergola by the pool. When you stepped out onto the pool deck, you saw Tom pouring two glasses of wine at the table set for two, underneath warm string lights. He was wearing dark blue trousers and a matching suit jacket tailored perfectly to his slim figure. Underneath his jacket was a crisp white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, in true Tom fashion, giving you just a peek of his chest hair. 

“Hey, stud,” you greeted him. 

He set the wine bottle down and turned with a smile, but as soon as he saw you, his smile dropped to a gape. “Hi,” he said, examining you from head to toe as you walked toward him. You were surprised at how caught off guard he had seemed, like he’d never seen you dressed up before or something. “You look…”

“Like a typical tourist in Hawaii?” you joked, putting your arms out and striking a pose.

“Beautiful,” he finished, gazing softly at you as he stepped towards you and placed his hands on your waist. The compliment made heat creep up to your face and you glanced at the ground. 

“Well, you look like a snack and a half.” You smiled playfully up at him. “Speaking of which, what’s on the menu tonight?”

“You mean to tell me you didn’t sneak a peek at what was on the stove on your way out here?”

“Okay yes, but that was a flawless segue, was it not?” 

He laughed. “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll go fetch our dinner.”

“Or I could just help you,” you suggested.

“Sit.”

You rolled your eyes as you dropped down in the chair. 

“Good girl,” he praised you with a wink before walking back into the house. He knew full well that those two words always went straight through your ears and down to your core, adding kindle to an ember that was constantly glowing when he was around. 

Tom had made his ‘famous’ (his words) spaghetti bolognese, and though you had to be extra cautious eating it given your white dress, it was delicious. Even more delicious, however, was the sticky toffee pudding he’d made for dessert. After you finished eating, you attempted to take the dishes, but Tom beat you to it, telling you he’d be right back and not to go anywhere. 

After he disappeared in the house, you grabbed your wine glass and moved to sit on the edge of the pool, hiking your dress up so you could dip your feet in. You tipped your head back and looked up at the night sky. The stars were so clear and bright, and the light, warm breeze felt so good on your skin. You’d give anything to stay here, but you had a plane to catch in the morning. No use in worrying about that now though. You wanted to enjoy what little time you had left while you had it.

With your head back and your eyes closed, you listened to the soft music Tom had playing, accompanied by the sounds of the island. After a few moments, you heard the sound of the patio door sliding open and shut, and then footsteps approaching behind you. 

“Hawaii suits you,” Tom said as he sat down on the ground to your left, facing you with one leg bent behind you so he could rest his arm on his knee. He’d left his suit jacket inside and rolled his sleeves up past his elbows.

You smiled, but kept your eyes closed. “Hawaii suits everyone. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s quite an agreeable little place.”

“Not everyone’s as gorgeous as the islands themselves, darling.” He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “Maybe even more.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him with your brow furrowed. “Don’t make me vomit up your delicious dinner, Hiddleston.”

He let his head fall forward as he laughed. “Are you enjoying your last night here?”

“You’ve outdone yourself, Tommy boy,” you said. “Why you would waste all this effort on me and not save it for a real date is beyond me.”

Tom paused for a moment as his smile faded and he looked down at the ground. “I hate it when you do that.”

“Do what?”

When he looked back up, you could tell he was genuinely frustrated with you. “Act like you don’t deserve my attention.”

You diverted your gaze to the glimmering surface of the pool. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Isn’t it?” He tilted his head into your line of sight to get you to look at him. Once you did, he gently brushed your hair off of your shoulder, the tip of his middle finger lightly brushing across your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

You gave a half-hearted smile. “And what do you see when you look at me?”

“Would you believe me even if I told you?”

“Try me.”

Letting out a nervous little chuckle, he briefly looked out at the dark landscape before turning back to you. “I see a beautiful, talented, and kind hearted woman,” he began, lightly grazing the back of his index finger up and down your spine. Feeling self-conscious, you looked down at your feet swaying beneath the surface of the water while he continued. “Who has been taught she has to earn her worth, when in reality she deserves the world just for her existence alone.”

You looked back up at him to find him looking at you with an intensity you hadn’t seen from him before. It wasn’t lustful, but rather a different sort of longing that almost had a hint of sadness behind it, and once his gaze met your own, it pulled you in. Suddenly, you couldn’t hear the island sounds, couldn’t feel the cool water lapping at your shins, or smell the chlorine emanating from the pool. Slowly, hesitantly, you both leaned toward each other, only ever breaking eye contact to glance at the other’s lips, and then stopped a hair’s breadth away from one another. You stayed like that for a moment, feeling his breath mix with your own as he brought his hand up to delicately cradle your face. Finally, his lips met yours with the most gentle caress, before pulling back once again. You responded in kind with a kiss just as tender, but increasing in depth, only parting when you finally remembered to breathe. When you slowly opened your eyes, you were in a haze. Tom’s eyelids fluttered open as he swallowed hard.

“You’re right, I don’t believe you,” you joked. You both laughed as his head fell forward onto your shoulder. When your laughter subsided, you could hear a cover of the song “Chasing Cars,” by Jessy Hayden playing softly over the speakers. 

“Dance with me,” Tom whispered, placing a kiss on your shoulder and looking up at you with his baby blues. 

“Do I have a choice?” you teased him.

“Not really, no.” He gave you a little smirk before standing up and offering you his hand. 

You lifted your feet from the water to the concrete and took his hand, allowing him to help you stand and lead you to an open area of the patio. With your fingers intertwined, he held your hand close to his chest while his other hand slid around your waist to the small of your back. Meanwhile, you brought your free hand to the nape of his neck and he leaned his head down, his nose lightly brushing against your cheek, as you began swaying side to side to the music. You closed your eyes, enjoying the smell of his cologne and the sound of his voice singing the lyrics just barely above a whisper. 

You had no idea how long you’d been dancing by the time the playlist ended and the music stopped, but you hardly noticed. Tom had begun placing sweet and slow kisses down your neck. You hummed contentedly before finally finding the ability to speak again. “Hey, Tommy,” you cooed softly in his ear.  

“Yes, sweetheart?” he replied between kisses.

You took his face in your hands and kissed him softly. When your lips parted, you took his hands in yours and took a few steps backward, biting your lip and smiling at him. Then, with a wink, you turned around and led him to the bedroom. 

On the way there, Tom removed his shoes and socks, and once in the bedroom, you stopped at the end of the bed. You turned around and began unbuttoning his shirt while he resumed kissing your neck. It wasn’t rushed or frantic like usual, it was slow and deliberate. Soon after his shirt hit the ground, so did his trousers and boxers. Then, with one pull of a string, your dress followed. 

Tom lowered himself to his knees in front of you and slowly pulled down your lace panties. After you stepped out of them, he ran his hands up your legs, stopping at your hips. You watched him intently as he began placing light kisses on each little mark he’d left on your body throughout the week. First the fingerprint bruises on your thighs and hips, then the bite marks and hickeys on your breasts and collar bone, following the map of his own creation back up your neck until finally reaching your waiting lips. 

“I could kiss you all night,” he quietly mused.

“You’ll have no arguments here,” you replied with a smile as your hands made their way up to cup his face, returning his kiss with increasing passion. In response, he picked you up with your legs wrapped around his hips and laid you down gently on the bed, barely parting his lips from yours in the process. At the same time that his tongue entered your mouth, you felt his large hand begin to fondle and massage your breast, your hardened nipple rubbing against his soft palm. You hummed with pleasure, pushing your chest further into his touch, to which he responded by rolling the sensitive nub between his fingers. Letting out a little whimper, you bucked your hips. 

Tom knew exactly what you needed. He slid his hand down your stomach and started stroking your wet folds. You moaned into his mouth as he dipped the tips of his index and middle fingers into your entrance and spread the wetness that had pooled there to your needy clit, gently rubbing it in a slow, circular motion. At the same time, he released your lips from his so he could suck on the most sensitive spot on your neck. Your breathing became more labored as your pleasure built slowly and steadily. It felt amazing, but you needed more.

“Fuck, Tom, I need you,” you pleaded. 

He lifted his head and gazed earnestly down at you. “Baby, you have no idea.” 

After quickly putting on a condom, Tom grabbed your hand, your fingers lacing together, and pressed his forehead to yours as he pushed inside you. Melodic sighs escaped both of your throats with every measured thrust, reveling in the physical connection as if you hadn’t done it hundreds of times before. Every so often he’d kiss you again, sometimes just barely brushing his lips over yours, and it felt just as electric as it had by the pool. You had no idea why tonight felt different, felt emotional, but it was almost overwhelming. As you came closer to your release, your moans mixed with his like tea and honey, getting sweeter and sweeter until you both came undone, wordless praises falling from your lips.

Tom’s head fell into the crook of your neck, panting against your damp skin while you stroked his hair. You laid like that for a while, Tom occasionally placing a kiss to your neck between his heavy breaths, until he reluctantly pulled out of you and tossed the condom in the bin. When he laid back down, you rested your head and hand on his chest and draped your leg over his hips while he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair. 

“Hey, Tommy?” you said after a few moments of laying in comfortable silence. 

“Yeah, baby?” he replied sweetly.

“If I could see myself through your eyes…” you began thoughtfully. “...Would I end up wanking in front of the mirror all the time?”

Tom’s chest shook underneath you as he burst out laughing. “Probably,” he managed to reply. 

You looked up at him and began laughing too. 

…

The rest of the night was filled with more laughing, cuddling, kissing, and incredible sex. Neither of you fell asleep until the wee hours of the morning, and it was all too soon that your alarm woke you up. 

You reached over and turned it off. 

“Absolutely not,” you heard Tom mumble as he pulled you close, your back flush against his chest. 

“What?” you asked with a grin.

“You aren’t leaving,” he grumbled into your hair.

You stroked his arm that was wrapped tightly around your waist. “As much as I wish that were true, I have to get back to work.” 

He growled. “How long do we have?”

“I have to leave for the airport in two hours.”

“So an hour to sleep and an hour to have as much sex as possible?”

You giggled. “‘Fraid not, Tommy boy. I still have to pack and then I thought maybe we could have some breakfast and coffee together before I leave.”

“I think we can make that happen,” he said as he leaned over you and kissed you. “How do you feel about me riding with you to the airport?”

You looked at him skeptically. “You’d spend an hour in the car just for an extra thirty minutes with me?”

“Is that alright?”

“More than alright, darling,” you told him with a grin as you rolled onto your back, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

After a generous amount of snogging, you stopped abruptly. “I should check in for my flight!”

“Should I be concerned that that’s what you were thinking about just now?” he teased you.

You reached for your phone, only to find it had died since your alarm went off. Afterall, you’d been a bit too distracted the night before to remember to charge it. “Shit.” You turned back to Tom. “Can I use your phone to check in?”

“Of course, love.” He grabbed his phone from his nightstand, unlocked it, and handed it to you. “I will get started on breakfast.” And with a kiss to your cheek, he got up, pulled on his boxers, and headed to the kitchen. 

Though you were sad to be leaving, you couldn’t stop smiling as you logged in to your British Airways account. Something felt different, and even though you couldn’t quite place it, it had you walking on air. 

You were just finishing checking into your flight when a notification popped up on the top of Tom’s screen. It was a text from Evelyn Dawson, and without thinking, you clicked on it. 

Your smile instantly disappeared. You felt like someone had kicked you in the stomach. Of course. How could you forget? This was the arrangement afterall. You were both free to sleep with other people, and why wouldn’t he sleep with his stunning costar? 

You cursed yourself when tears began to blur your vision. You felt incredibly stupid for reacting this way when he’d done nothing wrong, and for expecting anything different. This is what you both wanted: fun with no strings. No getting attached. 

You couldn’t let Tom see you like this. After marking the message from Evelyn as unread, you called Koa to come pick you up. Then you plugged your own phone in to get as much charge as you could while you quickly packed, trying your hardest to focus on what you were doing in order to prevent more tears. Once you had everything, you made your way out to the entryway. 

“Wow, that was quick,” Tom said as he cooked some delicious smelling eggs. It was too bad you wouldn’t be able to sit and enjoy them. 

You stayed in the entryway, looking out the window for Koa. You wanted to avoid looking at Tom as much as possible. “Yeah, well, I guess the Honolulu airport is quite busy this time of year,” you explained sheepishly. “So I thought I should head out now.”

You heard the stove click off and a moment later, Tom appeared from around the corner. “What? Darling, I’ve just made breakfast.” He chuckled slightly, but you could tell he was concerned.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You gave him a brief apologetic look before looking down at your fidgeting fingers. “I just– erm– I really don’t want to miss my flight, and Koa will be here any minute.”

“Okay, yeah, just give me a minute to get dressed and then–”

“That’s okay,” you interrupted. “Stay and eat. You shouldn’t let the food go to waste, and I’m probably just going to sleep in the car anyway.”

“Is everything alright?” He stepped toward you and went to put his hand on your waist, but you bent down and picked up your suitcase before he could. 

“I’m fine,” you tried to convince him as much as you were trying to convince yourself. “It’s just time to get back to reality.”

Tom’s brow furrowed. “And which part of this exactly wasn’t real?”

As if on cue, Koa pulled up to the house.

“I’m sorry, Tom. I—”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/n,” he said, sounding defeated. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

And with that, you hugged him and left as quickly as you could before he could see you tear up again.

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"You Know I Mountain Dew It For Ya" | Spencer Agnew x Reader | Pt. 12

Part 12: What Would Spencer Do?

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You and Spencer spent a lazy sunday together. You woke up before him, sneaking away to the kitchen to make some coffee and start on breakfast. You had some nice bread you bought from the bakery you adore that was going to be stale soon so you decided to make some french toast. 

You set your phone on the counter, playing some soft music while you cooked. You cut up some strawberries while you waited for the pan to heat up, allowing the bread to soak up as much of the egg mixture as possible. 

It didn’t take long for everything to cook. You were plating up the pieces, spreading a few strawberry slices on each when you jumped at the feeling of warm arms snaking around your waist. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Spencer yawned, resting his cheek against the flat of your shoulder blade. 

“Morning.” You responded, turning off the stove top and turning around in Spencer's arm. “Sleep well?” 

“Well besides you snoring like the t-rex from jurassic park, yes.” 

You playfully slapped his arm, “Sounds like someone isn’t getting french toast.” 

“I'm kidding! I kid! I slept well, probably better than ever.” Spencer said, rescinding his previous joke. 

“That's what I thought.” You mused, handing him a plate before stepping around him to sit at the island. 

You shared a wonderful breakfast, Spencer complimenting you on the food. He insisted he washed the dishes, ever the gentleman. You didn’t argue, just sat on the counter next to him, admiring the domesticity of everything. You could get used to this, you thought. 

The rest of your day consisted of watching movies and playing games, relishing in the company of the other. You had your leftovers from dinner last night for lunch, switching with Spencer since you ordered his usual and he yours. 

Around 8 pm Spencer decided he should go home, he had to tend to his cats and do some house work. You reluctantly allowed him to leave, delaying the process by looking at him through your lashes, enticing him to kiss you again and again. 

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On Monday the energy at the office felt electric. It was a new shoot week and everyone was rejuvenated from the weekend. The first thing on your itinerary was shooting “What would Spencer Do?”. At the same time the Smosh Mouth episode from last week would be uploaded. 

Shayne stopped you on your way into the sound stage, “Everything okay now?” He asked, seeing your new song after what had transpired the previous week. 

“Everythings great.” You grinned, feeling like a schoolgirl caught with a crush. 

“Good.” Shayne replied, wiggling his eyebrows at you before getting mic’d up. 

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“Guys, welcome to: What Would Spencer Do?” Spencer began, introducing the video as everyone clapped and cheered. “Right now I’m trying to check out and, uh, buy a shirt. I’m trying to buy this shirt that dropped at 12 pm, it's 12:02 and my checkout is frozen.” 

Everyone bantered for a moment, you were drawing a silly picture of Spencer on your whiteboard. 

“I’m going to be asking questions that I have written on these cards, well rather Bailey has written them on these cards, and these questions will be about me.” Spencer continued. “Cuz’ today’s all about me. And three of my good friends here: Y/N, Alex Tran, and Shayne Topp will be answering the question.Whoever gets closest to my answer will get points” 

“I didn’t know there were points.” Alex commented. 

“Woo! I drew you!” You said, flipping your whiteboard to reveal a little sketch of Spencer. 

“That's the unabomber.” Spencer joked. “Okay guys, first question: What is my favorite movie I have seen in the last year?” 

You knew this right away, you had gone to see it with Spencer. Quickly writing down your answer you waited for the boys to finish. “Easy, Simple, Done.”

“Y/N, let’s start with you.” 

“Challengers, motherfucker.  You loved that movie, you couldn’t stop swooning over Mike Faist.” you laughed. 

Everyone got points that round, the crew cheering everyone on. 

“What is my go-to phrase?” Spencer asked, continuing the game.

“Okay this is different because you have so many..” You muttered, writing down a few. 

“Okay this almost isn’t fair, Y/N spends more time around you than anyone.” Shayne protests. 

“Sorry you’re an L friend.” You retorted, sticking your tongue out at him playfully. 

“I might have to defer to yall,” Spencer began, “I’ll write a few down.” 

“Shayne, let's start with you.” 

“Something I've noticed–it’s not really a phrase– but I just, you often say ‘It’s frankly ___. And then also just ‘Alright I’m heading out.” 

Spencer prompted Alex to go, “so I wrote: collect my pages.” Alex answered, explaining Spencer’s recent vocal stim. 

Moving onto you, you flipped your board revealing, ‘Collect my pages’, ‘Unfortunately-’, and ‘Oof’. “I couldn’t choose just one so I went with the top 3 I think you say the most.” 

You and Alex high fived, seeing you both knew ‘collect my pages’. “Spencer was over the other day and he asked me to grab his bag from the kitchen and immediately followed it with ‘oh and collect my pages, while you’re at it’” You recalled an instance from last week. 

“Unfortunately that did happen…” Spencer responded, laughing when he realized his phrase. “Well, I’m gonna give Alex and Shayne 1 point and Y/N 2 because those are all very true.”

You continued the game, Spencer reading off questions that you knew the answer to immediately. Everytime you were the first person done writing Spencer couldn’t help but smile at you. He was aware you knew him better than himself but there was something so much more special about you loving him because of that. To know someone so deeply and still love them so much was truly amazing Spencer thought. 

You and Alex were neck and neck, he was 2 points behind you coming up on the next question. “If I had a spotify– I’m an apple music guy– If I had a spotify, which artists would make my top 3 on wrapped?” Spencer asked, giving a few more parameters.

“I know you said top 3 of last year but I’m gonna do something crazy,” You looked around the room, “I’m gonna try and guess your current most listened to artists too.” 

“Ya know what, I will give you double points if you can correctly guess all 6. But! If you get even one wrong then you get no points at all.” Spencer compromised. 

“Deal,” You agreed, “Maybe it will give these chumps some time to catch up.” 

“Okay.. okay… calm down” Shayne taunted, finishing his answers.

“Y/N, let’s start with you since you’re so sure of yourself.” Spencer insisted. 

You turned your board around, “For last year I wrote Limp Bizkit, NewJeans, and 100 gecs. And I know those are right for a FACT! For current I said Creed, NewJeans, and ME!” You accused, causing Spencer’s ears to turn pink.  

“Okay well.. Let’s let Alex and Shayne go and we’ll see whether or not you’re right.” 

Alex answered Blackpink, John Wiliiams, and Beastie Boys while Shayne answered Weezer, John Williams, and The Weeknd. You remarked that Beastie boys is a great answer and they were in your top three last year. 

“You hate to see it but,” Spencer flipped his board, a mirrored response to your first three answers. “That is exactly correct Y/N.” 

Shayne and Alex groaned, knowing you were wiping the floor with them. You did a little dance, celebrating your victory. You sniffed the air, “Is that? Is that 6 points I smell??” You goaded, shoving the win in the other's faces a little.

“How humble of you to say yourself Y/N.” Shayne ribbed. 

“I kid you not, Saturday we were getting dinner together and when his phone auto connected to my car MY ALBUM started playing… I don’t need to be humble when my biggest fangirl is right here.” You gestured to Spencer, blowing him a kiss as he tried to refute your story with a groan. 

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“Second to last question: Who is my #1 Fictional crush?” 

“I know this, and I hate that I know it, but I’m gonna embarrass you so bad Spence.” You laughed, writing down what you knew for certain the answer was. 

“Unfortunately, I don’t know what you’re gonna say and It’s kinda scary.” 

Spencer started with Alex, wanting to keep yours for last. Alex answered Indiana Jones. Moving to Shayne he answered ‘whats her name from evangelion’. You smiled, glad the boys were doing well with knowing Spencer’s answers. 

“Okay, I like that,” Spencer remarked, “Y/N?” 

“Shayne, her name is Misato,” You corrected, revealing the name on your board, Spencer flipping his own to show his identical answer. “Did you guys know Spencer really smoothly (not), tried to get me to be her for halloween last year.” You smirked, outing Spencer's lame attempt. 

Shayne cackled with laughter, Alex joining him soon after. “It’s not what it sounds like!” Spencer attempted to quell the laughter and embarrassment. 

“It was hilarious because he came up to me and was like ‘You have a costume for halloween yet?’ and when I said no he pretended to think for a moment and was like ‘Ya know… you could be this cool anime character.. I uh I think you'd like her.” You deepend your voice slightly to mock Spencers. 

“Okay let’s move on to the last question.” Spencer announced, drawing everyone's attention. “Okay last question: Can you… Collect my pages? Okay no, actual question: What am I having for dinner tonight?” 

“Unfortunately-” You began, pointing at Spencer when you realized you said his phrase, “This will also be what I’m having for dinner because it’s monday night movie night, which always includes food, but it’s Spencer's week to pick.” 

“That actually is true, I hadn’t put two and two together.” Spencer realized.

You didn’t actually know what he had chosen for the two of you so you wrote down a tried and true answer: Homestate. Alex answered the 50 piece nuggets which made everyone laugh. Shayne, being a genius, answered Cane’s, which immediately made Spencer reconsider everything. 

“You might have legitimately changed my mind.” Spencer faltered. 

“Okay Cane’s does sound good so I wouldn’t be mad at that.” You chimed in. “Like Fred Durst said: Damn right I'm a caniac.” You said, waiting for the joke to land. Spencer immediately laughed at its stupidity. 

Spencer pondered the idea of Canes for a minute before sending the question to you finally. “I said Homestate, because 1: I swear to god you choose it 8/10 times on your week and 2: because I know that’s the office lunch today and you always sneak an extra into the fridge to take home.” 

“Bro, you’re airing out all of my business.” Spencer strained. 

“I came here to win and if part of that is spilling your beans… so be(an) it.” You joked, looking for confirmation of your joke before waving it off. 

“I did say homestate though.” Spencer revealed. 

At the end of the game you had 17 points, followed by Shayne with 13 and Alex with 10. 

“I wear my best friend title as a badge of honor!” You saluted Spencer who did it back to you, enjoying the attention and playfulness. 

Spencer wrapped up the video, finishing the shoot and getting your mic’s off. Spencer sided up to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Not bad.” 

“Not bad? I aced that, I got a 4.0 in Spencer GPA, that’s gamer point average.” You laughed, shrugging off his arm to give your mic to Greg. 

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The rest of the day all Spencer could think about was how well you did in the game. You answered in ways Spencer didn’t even realize was correct, and often more so than what he would write down, often deferring to your answer. He felt giddy, like a schoolboy holding hands for the first time. 

He couldn’t get over how much information about him you had stored away, he wondered the extent of it. He had a lot of friends, and he had grown close to a lot of his coworkers, but no one held a flame to you, you knew him like the back of your hand. 

To be loved is to be known.

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Say TT, what would be your top 10 T-rexes from media?

Ooo, tough one. I don't know if I can even rank them - I think I'll just share ten I love.

We'll start with the queen, the goddess, my inspiration, the T.rex(es) from Jurassic Park (and its sequels). An elegant design with so many iconic features, from the angry eyebrows to the overbite and of course the iconic roar. The franchise itself stops treating the T.rex with respect from the third movie on, but that doesn't stop it from being its flagship creature.

As villainous rexes go, I don't think any have surpassed that bastard Sharp Tooth, who channels the raw horror of the most fearsome fighting animal in the fossil record.

Every single moment of the T.rexes in Prehistoric Planet filled me with delight and childlike wonder - yes, even when one got chased away my quetzalcoatluses. It was just nice to see a dino documentary where T.rex doesn't die for once, and seeing rexes be tender and social was also something I deeply crave but rarely get to see in dinosaur media.

For dino documentaries that break my heart, the Walking With Dinosaurs rex reigns supreme. I know it's not a particularly accurate reconstruction (and in fact kind of mind bogglingly weird if you look at the details closely - what is going on with the area where her skull meets her neck?), but the story they tell with the rexes here is so tragic that it's burned into my mind. There's the one scene of a rex howling alone in the forest in search of a mate, where the narration notes that it's unlikely anyone will answer the call, that's just lodged into my memory as the ultimate illustration of romance-based loneliness. I feel that rex, man. I feel that howl into the empty woods.

I know it's not a "good" movie, but fuck it, I love The Last Dinosaur. I love the suitamation, I love how the T.rex is presented as this borderline supernatural threat in the vein of Moby Dick, I love that it actually gives us a T.rex vs. Triceratops fight (an odd rarity in dinosaur media despite it being a matchup that 1. happened a LOT in reality and 2. pits two of the most popular and fearsome dinosaurs against each other - "T.rex vs. Triceratops" is, like, someone who's so hot that no one ever asks them out because they think they have no chance).

There's a Japanese kid's movie about a girl who's trying to reconnect with her estranged paleontologist mother and ends up adopting a baby T.rex, and it's very cute and deeply emotional and has scenes of a baby T.rex in a Christmas cape and Santa hat evading the Feds because that's just what you have to do when you're a weird animal companion to a child. It love it. It's called Rex: A Dinosaur Story and I watch it illegally every year because there's no US release of it.

You Are Umasou is another Japanese piece of paleomedia aimed at children with a deeply emotional story about strained parent-child relationships that involves a T.rex - several T.rexes, actual, one of which invents the art of kickboxing to style over his opponents - and l also used to watch it illegally, but luckily Discotek Media released a blu-ray collection of it and its sequels (called "The Heart and Yummie Collection" in an atttempt to translate the pun of the original title that only kinda works), so now I can just watch it whenever, to my delight.

Fang from Primal is one of the most well-rounded T.rex characters in media and I love her so much, even if I can't watch the first episode of that show ever again. It's a shame that show never got a second season, I would have loved to see more of Fang's adventures in a prehistoric world full of dinosaurs and monsters. A damn shame that they didn't continue it - they certainly wouldn't have made the show be about ancient human civilizations with almost no monsters and a weird scene where a woman sleeps with a caveman covered in third degree burns.

Speaking of tyrannosaurs who get a great deal of characterization and team up with cavemen to fight dinosaurs and monsters in a fantastical prehistoric world, none have ever done it better than the original Devil Dinosaur. He lost all of that characterization and, like, any agency at all really when Jack Kirby stopped writing him, sadly, but at least he had a fun team up with Godzilla before he was reduced to a mindless brute and/or glorified pet in subsequent Marvel stories.

Finally we end with Gon, the star of the manga of the same name, a tiny little T.rex (well, arguments could be made he's more of a generic theropod, but he's been called a T.rex enough for me to count him here) whose anthology series tells some of the most dramatic, emotional stories about animals surviving in the harshness of nature without a single line of dialogue. Gon's stories range from the humorous to the downright tragic, and you can always tell what this little dinosaurs is thinking and feeling without him saying a goddamn word. Also he personally beat the shit out of every single fighter in Tekken, which basically makes him as powerful as twenty Gokus.

[alwayslurkinginthebackground]

Turn - A Pedrotober Drabble

Day 11 of Pedrotober: Any Max Pedrotober hosted by @norththelemon and @alyssamariag. View the full prompt list HERE and view my entire Pedrotober drabble catalog HERE.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: E because I apparently can't write anything non-explicit with this man. Unprotected p in v, brief mention of oral (f receiving), fingering.

Word Count: 1810

a/n: This is a No Outbreak AU because we like to live happily with Joel Miller as if nothing bad ever happened ever. a/n: I legitimately blacked out with this one. Completely. Originally I was going to write a cute little fic about Mr. Ben and the next thing I know this was on the page. Yes, a Max is involved here. You'll see. I offer this again to the wives of Joel Miller. I hope it holds you over until the wolf thing.

"I do not like horror movies, Joel."

He's been insistent all day. Horror movies, he has so proclaimed, are a Miller family tradition on Halloween, but you'll have nothing of it. They freak you out, with their gore and their jump scares and their monsters. Half the time the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park were enough for you to lose sleep, and now he wanted you to watch something with vampires?

"It's not that bad. It's barely horror at all, actually," he assures you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. You have to admit that his tactics are starting to wear you down, from the way he'd crawled under the covers the second you'd woken up to the way he was pressed against your back now.

Still, you shook your head. "It's not happening."

"Come on," Sarah moans from her place at the kitchen table. "He's not kidding. It's literally not even scary."

"Scary is a relative term," you insist, trying your best to ignore the way Joel's hands are teasing the skin beneath the t-shirt you're wearing. "I just never understood the hype. Why would I want to watch people get eaten alive?"

Sarah looks over at you both with exasperated eyes. "They're not being eaten alive, they're being turned." Apparently, she's the foremost authority on vampire terminology now.

"She's right," Joel mutters against the back of your head, pressing a kiss to your hair before stepping away to lean against the table, joining his daughter in a united front to convince you.

"It has the actor you like in it," Sarah emphasizes. This causes you to turn to look at her with narrowed eyes. She's smiling widely, ignoring her dad when he asks her what actor she's talking about, his own gaze flickering back and forth between the two of you as he tries to work out the secret you two seemingly share.

You sigh. "It's not scary at all?"

Sarah shakes her head. "Nope. I mean, there's some blood. Okay, a lot of blood. But it isn't scary, I promise."

You continue to contemplate for a moment, weighing your options. You know this is important to them, to Sarah specifically, and you want to be part of the traditions they're sharing with you. And it is just one movie. "Fine," you agree, and you know you've made the right decision when Sarah jumps up to hug you tightly.

Joel, however, remains where he is at the table, still trying to work something out in his head as Sarah rushes to the living room to start up the DVD player. You follow a moment later with your food, pressing a kiss to Joel's cheek as you pass to follow his daughter.

"Wait," he calls after you, "what actor?"

~

You have to admit, they were right. The movie isn't all that bad. Sure, it leaves you questioning why Joel allowed his daughter to watch this, but you also can't complain about the way his arm is wrapped around your shoulders, securing you to his side any time the gore becomes a bit too much. Plus, seeing your favorite actor play a cocky businessman named Max sort of makes it all worth it. He's younger here than you're used to seeing him, and clean-shaven. Still undeniably handsome, but it does make you grateful for the scruff of Joel's jaw when you hide your face against it.

You're somewhere in the middle of the film when you catch Sarah continuously checking her phone. "You gonna put that away?" Joel huffs from beside you because of course he's noticed too.

"My friends are having a sleepover and asked if I wanted to come," she explains, still frantically typing away on the screen. Your eyes fall back to Max, letting the scene between Joel and Sarah play out while you're distracted. Truthfully, you're unsure why you didn't watch this sooner.

"Hey," Joel nuzzles the side of your head, his hand running down to your waist and pulling you from the trance you've fallen into. "You still with me?"

The movie is nearing its climax, and you know already that you're about to watch yet another death scene from the man on screen. "Yeah," you whisper unconvincingly.

He shifts slightly, "I don't believe you." His breath is hot against you ear, and you whimper slightly when his lips trace down to your neck.

"Sarah," you whisper harshly, a warning reminder that his daughter is sitting right next to both of you on the couch.

Joel grins against you, one hand pulling the hair back from your shoulder to give him better access. "Sarah's not here. She left fifteen minutes ago."

You're pulled from your daze and your eyes dart to the last place you saw her on the other side of Joel. Sure enough, the seat was empty. "Where did she go?" you ask, your body reacting a lot faster than your brain as your boyfriend's hand trails along your body. There are screams on the TV, but you don't know from who because your eyes have fallen shut at the sensation of his tongue as he licks a stripe across your skin.

"Friend's house," he informs you. "Gone for the rest of the night."

Oh. Oh.

"Joel." You aren't sure if his name is more of a plea or a question, but you aren't about to stop him as his hand again teases the skin of your stomach, except this time it's reaching lower. "What are you doing?"

"Turning you," he jokes gruffly before latching onto your neck. You wince as he marks you, but you do nothing to push him away. Instead, your hands grip into his curls, searching for something, anything to ground you as he sets you ablaze.

"Gonna tell me about that actor you're so enchanted by?" he grits out, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your leggings. "Because I'd be willing to bet that I can do a lot better."

You turn so you can catch his lips, teeth clashing as he swallows the proper moan he pulls from your lungs. Your hands are everywhere, and so are his as he encourages you to throw one leg over his lap, holding tight to your thighs as he stands with you in his arms. The movie continues to play as he carries you from the room, leaving Max behind to meet his fate.

"He's got you all transfixed," he drawls out as he tosses you onto the bed, immediately covering you with his body a moment later, lips hovering above yours. "Am I not enough? Joel grinds his hips into yours, his length hard against your center, and you can already feel how slick you are. How much you need whatever he's willing to give you.

How much you need him.

"Yeah? You need me, baby?" Joel questions, reading your mind as his hands make quick work of your shirt so he can latch onto your breast, the other pinched between his fingers in a way that has you arching off the bed. "Gonna come for me?"

God, you want to. You want all of him. Inside you, around you, completely smothering you, and you rake at his back, surely leaving marks on the skin beneath the shirt that still covers him. He lets you pull it off before he does the same with your leggings and underwear, revealing a mess that's solely for him.

He needs no guidance as his fingers circle your clit, back and forth until your whole world is spinning. You think you're begging him, to give you more, but you're mesmerized in an entirely different way now. It causes the world around you to grow hazy.

"Stay with me," he whispers, and you fight against the fog as he slides one finger, then two, then three into you easily. "That's it," he talks you through it, but you're long lost to the sensation. Completely absorbed in the way he drags his fingers along your walls just so. You thrust against him as pleasure sparks behind your eyelids, and then you're gushing against his hand.

It takes a moment for you to regain some sort of consciousness, but when you do, Joel is already sliding his cock along your slit, patiently waiting for you to come back to earth. "Still thinking about him?" he asks you, lips again finding that spot behind your ear, sucking your skin. You can only shake your head, words far from the forefront of your mind. His response is timed perfectly with the push of his length into your welcoming heat, "good."

He rocks against you, setting a brutal pace that almost matches the intensity of the film you'd watched earlier. The frantic need. Here, in his bed, it's not a need for blood, but for something else entirely. It's intoxicating, the way he grinds you into the mattress, driving you higher and higher and higher.

"Taking me so well." And you are, you know you are because he's filling you in a way that only he can. Completely. Thoroughly. Unconditionally. He shifts, hands pressing your legs further apart as you writhe beneath him, pinning you down as he hits something inside you that has you gripping the sheets at your side.

You whine out his name, the high-pitched sound joining the symphony of noises filling the bedroom. The creak of the bedframe beneath you and the slap of his skin against yours as he somehow moves faster. The heavy sound of your breathing, rough as it mingles with the grunt he makes when you shift your hips higher. The way you gasp breathlessly when he takes your hand and guides it to your center.

"Fuck," he mutters. "Come on, come on, come on." It's a chant as he changes the angle again to something devastating. You know he's close, you can tell from the way he's panting, but you know he won't fall without you. Thankfully, you're not far behind.

The room is silent then. That or you've blacked out entirely as pleasure consumes every fiber of your being. You're faintly aware of him spilling into you, heat radiating through your body before he collapses against you, his weight settling you into the bed as his lips once again find a home along your collarbone. You're tugging on his curls when you finally regain some resemblance of your consciousness.

"So," he whispers against your skin, "are you pro horror movie now?"

It's an insane thought, but you love him for the way that that's where his mind is at when his cock is softening inside you. "It wasn't really a horror movie anyway," you return, wrapping a leg around his waist to keep him where he is, "but perhaps I could be convinced if my favorite actor..."

Joel silences the thought with his lips. A convincing argument indeed.

[demigodsanswer]

okay what is the TUAP prompt/moment outside of one of your fic verses/timelines that you would be the most excited to write about if it was asked about? I want to read that!!

Oh! The story of Percy and Annabeth's engagement party and wedding, which is basically a nonstop series of Chase family drama. This whole idea is the result of @darkmagyk and me "yes and"ing each other for hours. I won't write it now, because it would probably be, minimum, 20,000 words.

It features:

Annabeth's step-mom making her cry at her engagement party

Percy and Annabeth running away from their own engagement party to get plastered at a dive bar

Finding Annabeth's birth mom in the dive bar

Annabeth's birth mom paying for all of Percy and Annabeth's drinks until they are blasted

Fred interrupting Percy and Annabeth during some morning sex, and not clocking at all that that's what he's done.

Fred Chase finally divorcing Annabeth's step mom

Annabeth inviting her birth mother to her wedding

Her birth mother attending the wedding

Annabeth parents rekindling something

Paul and Sally watching in shock and horror at 1-9

Percy and Annabeth finally getting married out on the beach on Long Island

Beckendorf as the officiant because they could not decide who's wedding party he got to be a part of

Them partying on the beach until midnight, and then continuing to party until about 4am.

I did draft a little bit of this, specifically #5, a while ago, so I'll drop that here. cw for some nsfw content & bondage, but mostly the snip-it is about how remarkable it is that Annabeth is known for her musicality and artistry in ballet, when her father could not possibly have worse timing.

Annabeth had several strategies for coping with anxiety before it became a panic attack. Most of them were therapist-approved grounding techniques, but her personal favorite involved asking her very handsome fiance to tie her up and make her submit to him. Or, more accurately, let her lay there while he made love to her, without her having to do anything but listen and feel how much he loved her. 

She’d started panicking that morning, recalling distantly the disastrous events of the engagement party that had ended with them fleeing their own party in favor of a hole in the wall. Percy had held her gently at first, and then kissed her, and then kissed her again. Annabeth took his hand and started to move it for him, confirming exactly what kind of grounding she wanted at that moment. 

They’d collected a few different restraints since they’d made this discovery a few years ago. But their favorite was still a long, uncut satin pointe shoe ribbon. The satin was familiar to Annabeth, and she was used to its supportive tie around her ankles. It felt secure and comforting now around her wrists. And Percy thought it made her look oh so pretty. Hungover, he decided to tie her to the headboard with a loose bow, in case either of them suddenly needed an escape. But Annabeth wasn’t feeling particularly bratty that morning, and wasn’t likely to pull on her bonds too much. 

Percy had gotten her off twice in rapid succession, keeping his mouth on her as she came, working fast to pull another orgasm out of her. When she finished, he lavished her with praise and assurances that he loved her. His mouth tasted like her. 

Annabeth looped her legs around his hips and tried to pull him into her, but he just smirked. Other days, he might have teased her for being needy, or for begging for it, but that morning he just ran a thumb along her jaw and said: “You can relax. I’ll take care of you.” And she’d melted back into the mattress, letting him do all the work. 

He’d only been inside her for a single blissful minute when there was a knock at the door. 

Percy and Annabeth exchanged the same look. They stayed totally still, as if they’d been caught fucking in Jurassic Park. 

“What the fuck --” 

“Who is that --” 

There was another knock, and then a familiar voice called out: “Annabeth are you in there?” 

Percy swore under his breath as he pulled out. Annabeth bit the inside of her lip to keep from whining as he did. 

“Thirty years,” she complained as Percy untied her. “He had thirty years to check in on me and he chose right now to start?” 

Percy kissed her forehead. He hated the idea of leaving her in bed alone mid-scene, but he wasn’t going to make her face her father in the state she was in. 

“I’ll tell him you’re asleep,” he said, getting out of bed, throwing on his robe, and quickly shuffling into the bathroom to wipe his chin with a baby wipe. He made his way through the kitchen, kicking Annabeth's discarded dress (hopefully) of the line of sight. They’d barely got in the door before he’d pressed her to the wall of their kitchen, fucking her right where she stood. He picked up her ruined panties and shoved them in the robe pocket. There was cum on his kitchen floor. What the hell had they done last night? 

Now that he didn’t have Annabeth to distract him, the headache building behind his eyes was getting worse. The only solace was that the pain made his erection fall until it wasn’t noticeable under the robe. 

Percy looked through the peephole and sure enough, his soon-to-be father-in-law was still standing there looking nervous. 

“Hey, Fred, sorry, Annabeth isn’t feeling well,” Percy said, opening the door as little as possible. 

His eyes went wide with concern. “Does she need to see a doctor? Should I help?” 

“No, no,” Percy said, holding up a hand to keep him from entering the apartment. “She’ll be okay. It’s just a hangover. We both just need to sleep it off.” 

“Oh, I’m keeping you up then?” He asked. 

The opposite really, Percy thought, lamenting his blue balls. 

“It’s alright. Annabeth is sorry about how things went last night, and she said she’ll call you later, okay?” 

“Sure. Percy?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Call me if you or her need anything okay?” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything bad happen to her.” 

“Right,” Fred said. But from the look on his face, Percy could tell that hadn’t reassured him. Fred tried to peak past Percy, as if Annabeth might be asleep right behind him. Percy didn’t try to block his view anymore than he already was; he was trying so hard not to be suspicious. “Sorry, it’s just that the last one said that too.” 

“Oh,” Percy said, suddenly feeling the familiar distress and rage that came with being compared to Luke. “Well, I’m actually serious about that.” 

Fred just nodded. “Make sure she drinks water,” he said. 

“Sure. I’ll make sure she calls you.” 

“Great.” 

“Great.” 

Percy finally closed the door. 

On his way back to the bedroom, he paused to get her a glass of water. 

Annabeth was pacing their bedroom, still naked. 

Percy took a long moment to admire her before handing her the water. When she finished the glass, he pulled her in for a long, deep kiss that got his motor going again. 

“How did that go?” She asked. 

“He definitely thinks I killed you and am hiding your body in here,” he tried to joke. “I told him I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, but he just said that Luke also always said that.” 

Annabeth nodded sadly. “My dad doesn’t have great timing,” she rubbed his arm. “I’m sorry he said that to you. Actually, I’m sorry my family is just … like that.” 

“It’s okay,” Percy said, even though he felt like it was certainly not okay. 

Annabeth kissed him again. “Want me to tie you up? Make you forget about everything for a little while?” She offered. 

They’d never done it that way. Percy considered it. “Maybe,” he said. 

“Get back in bed, baby,” she said, undoing his robe. “I’m not finished.”

[kiiwiigii]

The Red-Eyed Boy - Outtake

pt. One | Two | Three

Alec x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wedding preparation shenanigans.

Warnings:

None

Word Count: 517

A/N: For those who enjoy the banter between the characters in my stories. This was originally supposed to be in part iii, but I took it out. Would have explained how the sash ended up in the readers bag though... *whistles innocently*

"I swear to God, if I get stuck with a pin-" 

"Calm down, Y/N." Rosalie snapped at me. "You think I would purposely stick you?" 

"Purposely? No. Well, maybe. It is you we're talking about here." 

"I'm a vampire-" 

"Of which I am well aware, Rosie." 

"Did you just-" 

We went on for a few more minutes while Emmet and Jasper watched in amusement, eyes going back and forth as if watching a particularly intense tennis match. Rosalie was, surprisingly, humoring me. I was having a harder day than usual, and I'm sure everyone was picking up on it. 

"Stop biting your nails." Rosalie said softly, taking my hand away from my mouth. "You might draw blood and I don't think that'd be a great idea in a house full of vampires, do you?" 

"Sorry. I wasn't thinking. Thank you, Rosie." 

Her soft look turned into a glare. 

"Careful short stack." Emmet grinned. "Keep it up and Rose may just feed you to a mountain lion and then eat it." 

I couldn't help myself, I started laughing loudly, to the point that I eventually had to hold my sides because they hurt. I laughed even harder when I watched Jasper hand over a wad of cash to Emmet, mumbling something about finding Edward. 

"You guys took bets? You- You guys are horrible." 

I felt like I couldn't breathe for a minute. 

I finally began to calm down as Alice entered the room with a strip of cloth, holding it up to my dress and tying it around my waist. She suddenly paused mid-task, a glazed-over look in her eyes. A vision? She finally blinked it away with a smile. 

"Are we all done?" She asked before spinning her pointer finger in a circle. "Turn, Y/N. Let me see." 

I did so obediently, and she nodded her head in approval. 

"Much better. Alright, let's get this off and you're free to go." 

I raised my eyebrows and eyed her suspiciously. "Just like that. I'm allowed to go home?" 

"Hm? Oh, yes." She shooed Emmet off distractedly, untying the sash and helping me remove the gown without sticking myself. 

Rosalie took it from her and then began to help me slip my sundress back on. 

"Is everything ok?" I asked her quietly. "Was it a good vision?" 

"Most definitely. Everything will go off without a hitch." 

I smiled despite my disappointment. Still no Alec. 

"Wait." She paused again. "Bella's staying here tonight. Isn't Charlie going out for a boy's night? Will you be okay by yourself?" 

"Of course, I'll be fine. I plan on binging the Jurassic Park movies and stuffing my face full of popcorn." 

And pretending that Alec and I weren't fighting. Or whatever you would call this. 

"Don't forget your bag, Y/N." Alice handed me my messenger bag. I went to open it to double-check that everything was in there before Alice's hand stopped me. "No worries, I've already made sure that everything's in there." 

I eyed her suspiciously, but in the end, I was too tired to bother. I really just wanted to get home. 

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[voidaxolotl]

Sitting here watching Jurrasic Park for the milli-fuckin-th time and have been thinking about ways the parked could've worked if they had, like, at least one person who ran a successful zoo with animals that weren't depressed.

Theres a whole post somewhere about giving the dinosaurs enrichment within their enclosures- like a giant pumpkin full of goats for the t-rex's, puzzles and doors with handles for the raptors, etc- and I can't help but to agree.

If Hammond had been patient and set up at least a year of just watching and researching the creatures they made, on the island were there are no cages and whatnot, then "paid no experience" to get some kind of animal handlers or something who have worked with apex predators- the carnivores in the park would've been too preoccupied with whatever lil toys and games that were made for them to be running at electic fences or noticing that said fences weren't elecrified anymore (like eventually they would've probably noticed? But if you have the big-boi-T-rex busy all day trying to get his lil arms into a giant verson of one of those dog treat things where you coat the inside with peanut butter? Big-boi would be too tired at night to go poke at a fence)

Now yes, the "raptors" (apparently the ones in the movies are closer to Utah raptors, not velocerapters?) could still pose a large problem with those large craniums the movies give them (those girls are sitting like, from well trained dog to tested monkey level of problem solvin). Solution? Don't breed raptor?

Yeah they'd miss out on one of the most popular dinosaur attraction, but the park would totally be safer. (it alsp would of they just, didn't put any of the carnivorous boys on the island but lets be real, that would be asking too mich of a large corporation) If they REALLY want raptors they could probably start with a much larger encloser to let them run around and check out the entire thing, then probably place different mazes with different prizes given to them at the end (maybe not food unless tbey see a human giving saod food to them or they'll associate "escape" or "getting in/out" of something = "food at the end" and end up eating whatever they see on the other side unless they are trained to associate "human" as "food giver" and not food)

But yeah. If Hammond had gotten a research team to go watch the "wild" creations he made for at least a year (if not each creatures life spans), hired trainers, handlers, etc who have worked with apex predators and large herbivors, had paid for larger enclosers and any enrichment for the animls- maybe his park would've held a better chance.

Oh, and firing Henry Wu. That was something the post I referenced earlier added- and I agree. Also, no making up "new dinosaurs" the things you made are already "new dinosaurs" because they're different to fossils and will have a diffierent behavior due to the new ecosystem they have been thrusted into (I believe both Henry and Grant make comments about this? The fact that what was made for the park weren't actually dinosaurs, just creatures we started giving that name to for lack of a better one)

Just make more dino merch if they park starts failing! But lets be real, with the emount of neurodivergent people who hyperfixate on dinosaurs, and the amount of kids that have a dinosaur phase almost right away, Jurassic Park would always have some kind of audience.

Anyways- theres my TED talk-

[tetsuyaku]

Ten people I'd like to know better!

tagged by @spikyiwaizumi & @robinticism thank you both!!! <333

last song: i've had the entire soundtrack of epic the musical on a loop for the past like two weeks lmao

favourite colour: blue!!

last book: Bloom by Kevin Panetta and Savanna Ganucheau, it's a sweet graphic novel love story about baking <333 (aand i just started she who became the sun by shelley parker-chan)

last movie: jurassic park rewatch <3

last tv show: just finished Arcane today (yes i'm a wreck)

sweet/spicy/savory: savory or sweet i can't handle spicy

relationship status: tragically single 😔✌️

last thing I googled: 'tokyo 4 bedroom apartment floor plan' for fic reasons ajghhjfsd

current obsession: aside from haikyuu, mythology and comics i've been watching a lot of house md lately

looking forwards to: going to the atla concert in march next year and probably going to london to see hadestown next year as well!! c:

i think most of my moots have already been tagged but tagging (and ofc no pressure!!<3): @transtetia @reznkoff @yakkunmori @flyingtsukkis & @tululla

[hotxcheeto]

Can you write story about domestic fluff ellie williams? with fem reader ofc.

About them watching jurassic Park of star wars?

If u can that would be great!

Love ur writing

Your anon;)

━ 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, super fluffy

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - this is actually kinda cute ngl but it's short cause I didn't really know what else to put lmao, hope you enjoy!!

PLEASE REBLOG MY WORK!! ITS APPRECIATED!!

Plastic on plastic clinking slowly became the only noise in the room as you went through each and every disk case, reading titles and making fun of plots. A stack though, was dedicated the ones that had first caught your interest.

"Look at this one," She said softly, turning the case so you could see it. The title alone could make anyone giggle, "Dick. Love that." "Joel says it's about some president, and those two become like his secret staff or whatever."

You snorted, continuing to shift through the discs in search of two very specific choices you both decided on for the night.

"We should watch it some time." You hummed in response before glancing over to her. "You do realize that it's probably super corny, right? Or did you see the blonde girls and get excited?"

A sarcastic 'ha, ha' left her lips as she shoved your shoulder, throwing the movie into the bullshit pile.

"No fucking way." "Mhm." From the corner of your eye you could see her glare and slight upset at the teasing. Her cute pout resting on her lips.

"Ells, I was just kidding." You leaned forward, squishing her cheeks before holding up a DVD. "Found it." "Fucking finally!" And with that she snatched it away, standing up from the floor while holding the top of your head for support.

"Hey! Could've at least given me a tiny 'thank you', but sure, glad to help." You said as Ellie laughed, dusting it off and putting it into her player. "Thank you, babe." She grinned, eyes on you as you stepped up and fell back onto the bed.

"Sure you are. So thankful you forgot to tell me." Ellie hurried to hit play on the movie, turning and jumping onto the bed beside you. "M'sorry." She leaned over, kissing your cheek so hard it smooshed.

"C'mere." Ellie mumbled, scooting up against the pillows and holding her arms out for you. "Do I have to?" She scoffed at that, gripping your hips and pulling you into her middle. "You smell like dust." "Shh, babe, it's starting."

Ellie placed a hand over your mouth as the movie began, muffling your giggles and making a cheeky smile appear on her face.

Just as it happened, the words 'Jurassic Park' flashed across screen, the lamp beside you being flicked off. And suddenly a blanket was strung across both of your bodies and a pair of arms cuddled you close.

"I didn't agree to be a teddy bear, y'know."

"And I didn't agree to watch Twilight later, but we are, because I love you."

You gave a big smile, focusing back on the screen while cuddling into the blanket. Listening to the people on screen.

"You've never seen it, how can you know you like it?"

"Babe, have you met me?"

You huffed, pursing your lips slightly while dramatically looking away.

"Yes, in fact, I have. I think you'll find quite the interest in sparkly vampires, actually." "Uh huh, sure."

"I bet on it."

"So Edward is really just gonna leave her there like that?" You nodded your in head in response to her question. Ellie kicked out in front of you, laying on her stomach with her legs in the air.

"Yep. He comes back though."

"He fucking better."

[ivorydragoness44]

Robert Muldoon x Reader: Hats Off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thank you for reading!

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

[incorrectbmthquotes]

Okay so I love bmth (NEX GEN AHHHHHHHHHHHH (it’s also my blog name =3)) but I only really know Oli. He’s awesome but I don’t know that much about the other band members so idk. Idek what im asking for. Rundown maybe? Idfk.

OH FUCK YES!!!!!!

I will try to make this as cohesive as possible, so bare with me

Okay, since you already know Oli, I’ll start with our silly, silly rhythm section first:

Matt Nicholls: Matt (he also goes by Mat too) is their drummer, pictured here with Oli and Tom (Oli’s little brother & BMTH’s old drum tech)

Matt is the funniest guy ever. He and Oli used to get CRAZY drunk together during the early days of bmth and since Sempiternal the two mellowed out but they’re still silly I promise. He used to be a huge aficionado for smoking weed but I’ll be honest he either just doesn’t talk about it anymore or doesn’t smoke anymore :-(… his most iconic moment: in Lads On Tour he was super drunk in the back of the bus and their friend Stokesy and Tom are asking him to retell a story about him stealing a forklift from a venue and driving it around (because Lee their guitarist dared him to 😭) and he made the mistake of saying “I driv’d it about” and it’s the funniest thing ever 😭😭😭 he also has pissed in the tour bus fridge by drunkenly mistaking it for the bathroom (on his birthday no less) and I love him. Agent of chaos this man is <3 OH ALSO!!! he has ADHD which is what got him into drumming in the first place and he’s so funny because in the earlier days of their band during conversations he didn’t want to have he would either walk away or just start playing drums really loud 😭

Matt Kean: Matt Kean is their bassist and is pictured here with Matt, for all intensive purposes I refer to him as Vegan because that’s his nickname to differentiate him from the other Matt in their band xD

Vegan, funniest fellow ever. He’s so quiet but god I love him. He’s so silly. His nickname is Vegan because his name is also Matt, but when he met the other guys their differentiation was that Vegan was…vegan and Matt was not (Matt was briefly vegan in the early 2000s but I believe he gave it up lmao). He is legitimately so so so underrated. When he first started playing shows with the band he used to play backwards with his back facing everyone to hide the huge smile he’d have while playing because he’d always wanted to be in a band and play music with people and he was just so overjoyed to be able to do that but it didn’t fit with their image to be happy and giddy so he’d hide it 😭😭😭 to me he’s like. Quiet guy with very little words but everything he DOES say in interviews does not miss. Funny as fuck for no reason. I love him forever. ALSO he has 2 cats named Koi and Kikui(? I’m saying this off the top of my head so it might be misspelled sorry) and they’re soooo cuteeee….i love u Mr Kean <3

Lee Malia: Lee is their guitarist! Here he is pictured with Vegan :3

Lee is so cute and also super super underrated!! He’s a crazy good guitarist and BMTH would not be the band it is without his insane playing…Lee’s super funny, he and Oli have been friends since they were kids and they used to go out to watch Jurassic Park in theaters together as kids 😭😭, he’s super super shy so he doesn’t say much on camera, but he’s so silly!! In Lads on Tour he side eyes Oli for trying to kiss Vegan and it’s fucking hilarious 😭, he also gets approached by a fan that doesn’t speak English and they mistakenly call his playing terrible instead of terrific and he gets so sad he’s like awh :( and lights up when the fan corrects himself ehehehe…Lee is so cute, I feel so bad I don’t know too much fun little facts about him in comparison to everyone else but I promise he’s a cutie!!!!

John Jones: JJ is their touring rhythm guitarist/ex tech (I believe he was one of their guitar techs? im not exactly sure tho xP) and has been their touring rhythm guitarist since Jona left the band in 2012, but has been with BMTH for years before that! Here he is pictured with Lee :3!

Honest to god I know the least about JJ out of everyone in BMTH, I am so sorry JJ lovers out there. All I do know is that he’s been in the band whether it’s been as their tech or as their touring guitarist for a very long time! He also is apparently super active on the BMTH subreddit, which is really cool that he interacts with the fans so much! I think he’s really cool and a very vital part of the band :-)!!! He has said before that he doesn’t particularly want to be an official member of the band, but he’s been touring with them for so long he might as well be xDD

AND NOW WE GET INTO THE EX-MEMBERS SEGMENT……WEEPS UNCONTROLLABLY

Jordan Fish: Jordan is their ex-Keyboardist/Producer, & he was in the band from 2012-2023! Here he is pictured w/ Oli and Matt :3

Jordan I miss you every day king…he was so funny and he contributed so much to the band…gah!!!! Jordan joined the band in 2012 when BMTH was looking for a different sound and found him as he was playing music for a band called Worship. He initially didn’t even wanna be in the band and just wanted to be their producer, but he got along so well with them that they were like what the fuck no be in our band you’re awesome we can’t do this music without you, so there he was. Musically, Jordan is legitimately the reason why everyone loves Sempiternal, and GOD his backup vocals on the entirety of That’s the Spirit…..god. But also, Jordan is so funny and him and Oli are like two peas in a pod. There’s one video of him completely drunk out of his mind at the Kerrang 2015 awards show and it’s the most hilarious thing ever he’s a silly drunk and was talking about the most random shit ever <3 also the making of Ludens video was so funny because they made Ludens in their hotel rooms and bc the wifi was so bad his program kept crashing and Jordan slowly became more and more insane about it every time it would crash and it was so funny 😭😭

Jona Weinhofen: Jona is their ex-rhythm guitarist! He was in the band from 2009-2012, here he is pictured with Matt, Vegan, & JJ! :3

Jona joined the band after their original guitarist Curtis left, they met him through mutual friends. Jona is Australian! He was in the band I Killed the Prom Queen before BMTH, and once he joined BMTH there was no going back !! God, musically Jona-era BMTH holds a very special place in my heart simply because of how well Jona and Lee worked together with their playing, and with Jona’s backup vocals on their songs as well! Jona is straight-edge and vegan, which is pretty cool!! Also, that last picture of him with JJ is him fitting in a baby harness, that is all <3

Curtis Ward: Curtis was their ex-rhythm/lead guitarist before Jona! He was in the band from the beginning in 2004 and left mid-tour in 2009, here he is pictured with Vegan :D

Honest to god, Curtis is also super underrated. Essentially, BMTH formed with Oli, Matt, Lee, Vegan, and Curtis. They made music and wanted to tour the world together and made all these promises to each other that they’d be a band no matter what. But then they started touring and Curtis started getting homesick, and started missing his girlfriend and all that stuff. And mid-tour after they were still celebrating the release of Suicide Season, Curtis just decided to leave the band. They all got really pissed off and all yelled at each other and so Oli started writing angry ass lyrics about him, which ended up becoming ‘Blacklist’ later on lool…after BMTH im not too sure what he got up to, I do know that he took up modeling! He’s a silly little emo boy that shredded on guitar and formed a great band but then left said band because touring got the best of him and he deserves so much better than the shit Oli and Matt gave him during TIAH-era bmth <3

And that is all!!! I hope that this answered some questions for you <333

Go forth and watch many BMTH interviews if you would like to learn more about them!!!!

But remember, always skip the first few seconds of Lads on Tour !!!!

[the-magpieprince]

James T Kirk:

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

11. Would you date this character?

4. Ohhhh I love this question so much. Okay okay so. Hear me out: Jurassic Park. I love watching Jim deal with crazy alien stuff so I think seeing him run away from dinosaurs would be funny. Also I wanna watch him go off at the people responsible for that whole mess

6. Ohhhhh where do I start. We both feel responsible for everyone around us so much that it gives us anxiety 🤣

11. Hmmmmm he has McCoy and Spock but also this is only hypothetical anyways so yes yes absolutely

Thanks for the ask 😆