unpredictable masterlist (Ian Malcolm x OFC multi-chaptered fic - ongoing)
currently musing for: Honestly, I'm waiting for inspiration to strike (will also write other characters though)
fandoms are in alphabetical order (Bad Samaritan, Beetlejuice, The Boys, Broadchurch, Call of Duty, Deadpool, Doctor Who, Good Omens, House of The Dragon, Jurassic Park, Marvel, Our Flag Means Death, Primeval, Prodigal Son, Secret Smile, Six of Crows/Shadow and Bone, Star Wars, Supernatural, The Walking Dead, X-Men)
Ryland Grace x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged
Summary: You like teasing Ryland.
CW: slight NSFW
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"Kiss that spot again- ye-yeah, right there."
Your lips curl upwards at the corners, smirking at the tone of desperation that flitters past his defences.
Your lips skim over his skin right where he's trying not to beg for it. You can sense it in the way his hips jerk just a little upwards like he doesn't have any control over the movement. It's not unlikely that he doesn't, actually. You've been teasing him a while.
"Where?" You ask just to be mean. Just to make him tell you.
He makes a sound of frustration, hips jerking intentionally this time. You swat at his thigh in punishment. It causes a pathetic whimper to slip past his lips.
"Here?" You goad, kissing the wrong spot intentionally.
"Please," he whispers, hard as a rock before you and desperately seeking touch. His pretty cock bobs with his movements and you can't help the snicker that gives away your needless torture.
"Here, then?" Your lips graze just next to that spot on his left hip right above the little mole that you have such an affection for and he crashes his hip into your chin. It hurts, but not enough to make a big deal out of.
"O-oh, I'm so sorry, baby," he rushes out, reaching down to check you for injury. His fingers curl under your chin and you are almost undone for a moment, looking up at him from between his legs, his torso bunched over and the overhead light filtering down between the strands of his lightly sweat-damp hair. You almost forget to reply.
"Don't worry about me, darling- I'm okay."
The guilt diminishes from his eyes but doesn't quite disappear altogether.
"Now," you say, sliding your hands up and down his thighs. "Where were we?"
It's a plan that makes you laugh even before you see it come to fruition. You have to rope Rocky into it given that you have very limited means of invention and innovation to what you're used to. Also, you've never made a plastic bottle before.
Rocky presents it to you one afternoon before he scuttles off home back to Adrian, and you're so excited you can barely contain your glee. One of your favourite pastimes at home was gardening- and you cannot wait to get back into it here on Erid. Stratt had even sent you some seeds and shoots to attempt some terraforming with some Earth plants.
You were keen to get started.
But not as excited as you were the next time Ryland made a move to tickle you. It had become an annoying habit of his because he knew you hated it so much.
If only you actually knew that he only did it to hear your laugh.
In the corner of your eye, you saw movement coming towards you. Hands outstretched, eyes glinting with mischief- you whipped around right before he laid his hands on your waist and squirted him right in the face with your brand-new Xenon spray bottle.
The noise that emanated from Ryland would make you laugh from now until the end of your days.
"What are you doing?!" He exclaimed incredulously, flicking water off his glasses, face spreading from shock into a full-on grin. Oh, no.
"Defending myself!"
You have barely a second before he's on you, crashing you to the floor so he can wriggle his fingers up and down your ribs and across your tummy- anywhere that he knows is remotely ticklish as he hollers about you not defending yourself well enough to withstand his fiendish attack!
Rocky is mortified as the door 'fwish'es open and thinks Ryland might be trying to kill you... that takes a bit of explaining.
I was just thinking about what would happen if reader accidentally summons BJ in their sleep
I think that would probably result in some chaotic behaviours. Maybe if he's feeling playful, he will tickle your feet until you wake up.
If he's feeling annoyed by the inconvenience, he might turn the heater on if its Summer or cooler if its Winter.
If he's just glad to hear from you- he will curl up around you and snuggle with you until the sun comes up
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"I didn't..." Ryland stared down at the rehydrated liver in total and complete bewilderment. "Order this?"
The correspondence had listed quite plainly- 'Stratt, I can't take this any more. I need a liver.'
Stratt hadn't really thought to question why. There must have been some reason that she wasn't understanding. It's not like she understood social interactions and queues that well, anyway.
So, she made sure the scientists cooked up a good match in case it was medically required and shipped it off. It would be a while before it reached Ryland on Erid.
And so, there he was, staring down at a very real, very gross liver and Ryland thought to himself that he'd really better start proofreading his messages.
When he next sat down to beam out a new correspondence thanks to the Eridians' efforts to maintain communications with Earth, it was quite simple but took a surprisingly long time to word.
"Lover, Stratt. I meant that my right hands' callouses have callouses."
All he'd wanted was some kind of manual aid- even a selection of porn would have been better than nothing.
Thankfully, a selection of items arrived in the next shipment that meant his requirements were much closer to being... satisfied.
I hope it’s okay if I add to this but I also feel like he’d go to Rocky with the mentality of, like, ‘well, Rocky’s been in a relationship for over a hundred and thirty years. That’s a long time- that takes dedication.’
Not realising that his concept of time and Rocky’s concept of time would be vastly different things? So, like, to Ryland that’s over a hundred and thirty years but to Rocky (for all I know bc I haven’t read the book) that’s their equivalent of, like… 6.
I love the idea of coming in and decorating his room one day, after you've worn down the doctors at Claremont to let you, painting stars on the ceiling so that he can have something a little similar to seeing them in their true glory, painting the area in front of the red tape to be all grassy (maybe with some rocks in front of the door?) to look less like a cell.
I want Malcolm to walk in one day and look at the room with wide eyes because the whole area is so much more whimsical and less cold and sterile than it was when he last visited.
I want Martin to be so smug that somebody loves him enough to put that much effort into making his living space comfortable for him.
This isn't really meant to be a request or anything, I just wanted to ramble about my ideas
Omg I love this so much - so CUTE
And maybe you paint little glow in the dark dots on the roof inside the painting as a whole and leave it as a surprise. So when it's lights out he's just... so in love and in awe and now every day he looks forward to laying down for the night because he will get to see the stars you painted and be reminded of your love for him and his adoration for youuuuuu
Fic Summary: Rocky wants to know how humans reproduce.
Fic type: crack treated seriously.
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Oh, you really wished you had a bottle of wine. Possibly several. Yes, several would be nice.
Unfortunately, you had not had the hindsight to ask for more than one or two when you took flight on the Mary. You thought you would figure out the Astrophage shit and then pop off to whatever comes next.
That's not what Fate had in store for you though. And now, here you were- hearing Rocky and Adrian explain how they got it on. Not that it had really bothered you- the scientist in you had actually been pretty interested.
It was... Ryland's explanation of human reproduction that made you crave a large glass of wine. Or maybe a hard scotch on the rocks. Alcohol of some description at any rate. And plenty of it, too.
Rocky and Adrian were understandably horrified about the explanation Ryland had given- wherein at one point he had explained that the human male had a third leg and that third leg was inserted within the female.
Eridians (as you had kind of expected) reproduced with much less insertion of things and with more sophistication and less bodily fluids. Ryland had reacted less like a scientist and more like a child who hadn't expected to see a hairy spider on the wall.
Which is to say he'd reacted... badly.
"Bad, bad, bad," Rocky said, leaning away from Grace. "Humans are disgust."
"It can be quite beautiful, actually," you cut in before Ryland could dig this hole any deeper. "With the right person."
Ryland's expression shifted from confusion about his explanation being cut off to appreciation, gaze rolling from your feet upwards.
"True that," he chimed in, lips flicking into a smirk that you knew meant he would be proving the point later. You rolled your eyes and took another sip of your water.
"Gross, gross," Rocky blurted. "Humans mate now? No, no, bad."
You burst into laughter at the way Ryland coughed and immediately moved to damage control but it was too late. Rocky was herding an unbothered Adrian towards the door. You could hear Rocky's horrified chirping continue as they went down the hill towards the Biodomes' door.
Ryland turned from the open doorway towards you, hands on his hips.
"Well, I mean," he trailed off, glasses slipping down his nose. "Rocky thinks we're mating right now anyway- want to give it the old college try?"
You contemplated a moment. Just long enough to make him stew on the proposition.
"I think the hypothesis of how human reproduction works has been tried and tested beyond a doubt, particularly in our case- but if you're not sure then I think we should."
The gleeful whoop he let out almost made you change your mind. Almost.
New GO3 has arrived with more delectable Aziraphale outfits
Would you consider writing something with Angel and reader stuck in the elevator?
"Elevators- aren't they such marvellous things?" Aziraphale exclaimed, less a question and more a statement of fact. Perhaps it was your agreement that was the question rather than the.. question itself.
You peered at the fluorescent lights overhead.
"Well, yes, I suppose so," you replied. "I can't really say I've ever thought much about it."
Aziraphale hummed as though that made a lot of sense, yet his expression indicated otherwise. Almost as if he were wondering 'how could one possibly have never thought about the nature of elevators before?'
"I have to say, I'm pretty unimpressed with how long we've been stuck in here for though," you added, turning your wrist over to see how long it had been since the elevator had shuddered to a halt. The lights were still on at least but you could have done with out the music.
"Ah, well, rather..." At least he agreed on that. "I would have thought Heaven would be willing to spend the 'big bucks' as they say on the main form of transport between Heaven, Hell and Earth."
You concurred.
"We are going to be so late for our meeting, aren't we?"
Yes. Yes, you were.
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oh now that u have seen project hail mary what about phm requests…
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No, not at all- this could NOT be the person I watched PHM with last night who is the only person who knows I have watched PHM who also has a tumblr account…
