#owen grady reader insert

[astra-musings]

catch a break, part 2

requested? yep, continuation of a request by @faithiebrock01​

this fic includes: owen grady x ready, fluff(?), ooc? kinda? lots of question marks today

warnings: some graphic imagery, the indom kinda uh eats a person so there’s that, but i don’t think i got too much into the details so,, also im pretty sure my grammar and tenses are all over the place in this lmao

summary: chaos. that’s... kinda it. a lack of understanding and a great deal more of underestimating a genetically-engineered animal’s intelligence and abilities definitely creates a mess that you can’t even begin to clean up.

a/n: so... my last update was... apparently a month ago... im SO sorry... covid really fucked me up, it got IB exams cancelled and idk how to feel! im sorry! but uh i will definitely try to be more consistent (ahem) with updates, i feel so bad oh no but 🥺please still give this lots of loveee

word count: 1.8k+ (oops)

part 1 // part 1.5

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Your body involuntarily tensed upon entering the Indominus's enclosure. You were looking for an entire dinosaur (which, when you think about it, was weird; how did something that enormous go missing?), and yet couldn't help serenity that bubbled inside you from being in a forest and submerged in nature's sounds. Talk about conflict.

Owen immediately walks over to the claw marks, hands reaching out to trace over the whitened cement. If you didn't actually know him, you might've called him excited to be here. You knew he wasn't.

You'd only been standing in the heat for a few minutes but could already feel your clothes gradually dampening with the sweat that started to gather. "How the hell would that thing have gotten out, anyway? Not like it could've walked out without anyone seeing it."

Barely a second passes before the too-familiar sound of rustling leaves comes from behind you. Too far to be something on the ground. Too crisp to be just a few leaves you stepped on. And much too loud to be just the wind. Owen's shoulders tense visibly before he turns back to you, already trying to make sure you were close by.

Your eyes meet his in silent confirmation. It's still here.

Right before the warning signals from your brain can reach your limbs, a roar rips through the jungle-like enclosure, so deep and so loud that it vibrates in your ribcage, as though you stood too close to the speakers at a party and someone was playing bass-boosted hits.

Owen reacts before you do, grabbing your wrist and turning the other way. Your legs move on their own accord, stepping into a sprint before your brain actually registers what's happening. 

The security guard that was frozen stiff in the control room must've been keeping an eye on the two of you with the cameras while you were in the enclosure, because the reinforced gates a few feet away from you started sliding open. You only hoped you had enough time to slip through the opening before the Indominus did.

But just as you and Owen closed in on the gates, they started to close again. Owen throws the briefest glance back towards the control room, as if the guard could hear the nearly audible 'what the hell?' his face was giving off. You push the wrist he was holding towards him. Keep moving.

Adrenaline fuels your bodies, steering you and Owen on autopilot towards the gate that, at this point, seemed like it was moving further away. The gap through which you’d escape wasn't getting any wider either.

Owen reaches his hand out, extending his form, as though he was holding open the doors to an elevator. As if it would stop hundreds of tons' worth of metal and cement.

Your ears ring. Owen's body slips swiftly through the still-narrowing gap of the metal gates as his grip on your hand tightens almost painfully. A reminder that both of you were going to make it out of that enclosure. I've got you. You're with me.

And you do; you nearly crash into him as you push your legs just that much more so that you could catch up to Owen.

You turned back to look at the gates, feet still running on autopilot. Instead of seeing the gates close and finally allowing your body to come to a halt, hooked claws slipped through the seemingly too-small gap, its tips digging into the hard, layered cement as though it was anything but.

"You're fucking kidd–" You barely get the entire sentence out before Owen pulls you to the side, pushing you under an SUV as he followed a second later.

You manage to turn your head to the side, straining your eyes as you tried to gauge what the hell this animal was trying to do. Turns out, it wasn't that hard to figure out – you watched the workers' scrambling feet run across the gravel, trying to get themselves to safety, only to be followed by the too-large and too-scaly feet of the Indominus. You watched as its claws came to a brief halt behind each man and woman, before a distant thud ensued, followed by a headless or torso-less figure dropping onto the ground. You watched as those same claws grow nearer to where you and Owen were.

You gripped his hand. Your breathing was still labored, not having been able to come down off of the adrenaline that still kept you going.

Owen's hand pulls out of yours, prompting you to snap your head towards him in worry. What are you doing? Where are you going?

He seems to read your mind, nodding slightly as a response. He pulls a drop point knife from his back pocket, reached up above him and immediately started to tear apart some of the thicker linings on the underside of the vehicle.

You jab your elbow into him as silently as you could; what the hell was he doing? Was he going to blow up the car while you were still under it?!

He ignores you, continuing his relentless crusade on the wiring. Soon after Owen pulls them and empties its contents over the both of you as you scrunch your nose and eyes up. You're showered with cold liquid – water? No, water didn't stink; this was gasoline. Would this hurt the baby? Now you're really worried. You'd always trusted Owen in making decisions before, especially regarding your raptors, but now you were starting to question him for the first time.

A crunch in the gravel makes you spin your head to face the exterior of the car. It's those claws again. You'd almost forgotten about them in your, what now seems like blissful ignorance, worrying about Owen and his knife work.

Owen's hand grips your outer forearm, swiftly turning your body sideways to face him as he does the same. He didn't want you to keep looking. You feel his hand cradle your head to his chest. 

Warmth spreads across your back. No, not from what Owen was doing. It was a literal, physical warmth. Like someone turned a fan on, but it spun out hot air instead of cool air. Like what you'd feel if someone whispered so close to ear that you could feel their breath on you.

It was the Indominus. Didn't take a genius to figure that part out. Except, now that you knew what it was, your nose seemed to involuntarily hone in on the metallic hints of the air that continued to fan across the both of you. Blood.

Your eyes screw shut as you press your forehead farther into Owen as the Indominus lets out a low growl from the base of its throat. It was so close to you, you felt your chest vibrate with the sound.

Almost as quick as it came, the Indominus struts away from the vehicle, away from you. The thumps and vibrations ripple across the ground, fading with the Indominus's continuous, low growls.

The gravel shifts once more, only this time it was right next to you, and the source of the sound was Owen – one you knew and one that was much, much, more comforting than some genetically-engineered beast. Fishing for his phone, he pushes his hips up to reach into his back pocket. His fingers move deftly across the screen, swiping and punching for some currently unknown number. The hand behind your head holds you closer to his chest.

The dull ringing of the phone is interrupted, "Owen! The Indominus esc–"

"Yeah, I fucking know it escaped! You didn't see Y/N and I running for our fucking lives, Claire?!"

So it was Claire on the other end.

"Of course I saw, Owen. I saw everything. Are you okay? How's Y/N?–"

"You don't get to fucking ask how we are, Claire. You put us in that room. You put your workers, your security guards and yourself in danger. You put Y/N in danger," at the mention of your name, you lift your head away from his chest and place a hand in its place. You could tell he was getting a little heated. Ever since you'd gotten together and started working with the raptors, he'd been extra-sensitive about your getting in harm's way.

"Speaking of security guards; the one that was with us in there? Yeah, his head's just making its way down the Indominus's digestive tract. So yeah, we're fuckin’ peachy."

Silence follows on the other end. Owen heaves out a sigh, as though reluctant to be having this conversation.

"Y/N and I are gonna make our way back to you. Keep an eye on that... thing. You need to keep it the hell away from your park guests, otherwise–" Owen pauses. Not a single one of you wanted to say, or even think, about what would happen, otherwise. He hangs up with a huff.

"C'mon, baby, let's get you outta here." He slides himself out from under the car as you begin to do the same, getting to your side just as you're about to get up. He dusts off your shirt, taking your face in his hands with the gentlest cradle.

"Are you okay?" he tilts your head from one side to another, looking for injuries, "Did it getcha? Scratches? Bruises? Does it hurt anywh–"

"I'm fine, Owen," placing your hands on his forearms, you bring his frantic movements to a stop, "this head might just fall off if you move it anymore, though." You try to joke.

He lets out a breath, "S'not funny, baby. I don't know how you're still laughing after that."

"I'm just tryna make you smile, love," you give him a gentle but reassuring grin, "no, but really, I'm okay. Promise. A few scratches, I think, but that was from the gravel."

"Besides," you start, "some 40-feet tall dinosaur could never lay a claw on me." You puff your chest out comically.

Owen laughs heartily. "You're somethin' else, y'know that? God, I dunno what I'd do without you. Too strong for your own good," he pauses briefly to entwine your hands, "c'mon, we still got a long way to go before we get to the control room. We'll take the bike, yeah?"

You let out a small 'mhm' in response, smiling up at him before he turns to lead you to where his motorbike was still, supernaturally, scratch-free except for the fact that it was turned to its side.

Owen turns back to give you one last smile before letting go to pick up and reposition his bike. You take those few seconds to let your smile drop as your mind and hands wander back to your stomach for the nth time that day. 

"C'mon, Y/N," he beckons you from the now upright bike, "you alright?" He seemed to notice your sudden change in expression.

"Yeah, I'm good," you bite your tongue, not wanting to add onto his currently growing list of worries, "Let's go."

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Idiots In Love (Owen Grady x Reader)

You’re hired to write a biography about the man who trained raptors, but you never expected to fall in love...

Owen sat casually on the couch, looking very proud of himself. You were on the opposite side of the hotel room with your head in your hands and your fingers tangled in your hair, as you resisted the urge to throw something at him. It was week two of the interview process, and he was the most uncooperative man in the world. He danced around your questions with a sort of expertise that was admittedly impressive, and when he couldn’t, would give you the same stubborn answer: just read a newspaper, or turn on the TV, I don’t know. If it weren’t for the hefty paycheck and personal interest in the job, you would’ve walked out after the first hour.

It wasn’t all bad, though. He was charismatic, and much of the time, you found yourselves laughing over the stupidest things, or getting lost in conversations that had nothing to do with the book. You got to know each other. You learned that he liked being in chillier weather because having a cup of coffee was unbearable in the hot sun of Isla Nublar. You learned that he was planning on getting a dog—a German Shepherd, just like the one he had when he was a kid. You learned that he was borderline fluent in Spanish, with a loose understanding of some French. And you learned that if this process didn’t speed up, you’d more than likely fall in love with him, and you just didn’t have time for that.

You took a breath and rubbed your temples in an effort to focus. It was time to take a new approach.

“Let me ask you this…why are you here when you clearly don’t want to be? Why write a tell-all when you don’t want to tell me anything?”

The corner of Owen’s mouth turned up and he folded his arms. “Surprised you haven’t asked that yet.”

“Me too.”

A moment of thought, and then: “I’m out of money and my lawyer said it’d be a good idea, before he stopped returning my calls.”

“No job?”

“Seeing as the island was blown to hell—no.”

“Right,” you debated on making a point that it’d been almost four years since it happened, which meant plenty of time to find work, but decided against it. “Are you, uh…on leave from the Navy?”

“I was discharged a few days after the Indominus Incident. InGen made sure of that; though I think the official record says something about psychological damage. I guess that’s a little true.”

“Is it?”

Owen hesitated for a moment and shrugged. “The shrink they sent me to after my discharge said I have PTSD. I thought it was bullshit for a while, but after six months of night terrors and nearly shitting myself every time I heard a loud noise, I came to terms with it.”

“But you still went back to the island a second time?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m an idiot in love,” he said.

Your fingers were poised over your keyboard, eager to finally start typing, but you couldn’t seem to actually move them. There was such a sense of loss in his voice. Pain.  Putting it into words felt so wrong. The whole thing dripped with irony. This is what you’d been looking for. This is what you’d been trying to get from him for days. This is what he hired you to do, but even so, it felt shameful.  He was selling his secrets to put food on his table, not because he actually wanted the world to know them.

“I won’t put that in the book if you don’t want me to,” you said quietly.

“It’s supposed to be a tell-all. I’m not ashamed, if that’s what you think. If people are going to keep buggin’ me about telling my story, then I’m going to tell it. Every nasty detail. Maybe it’ll get it through everyone’s thick skulls that it’s time to stop playing god.” Owen got up and moved to squat in front of the mini bar. The small bottles clinked as he picked through them. “Who’s paying for this place? You or your publisher?”

“My publisher. “

“Good.” He twisted the cap off a Coke and took a swig. You cringed a little as he did. Over the years, your parents had hammered it into your brain that even touching something from a hotel mini-bar meant your wallet would spontaneously combust.

“So you’re in love?” You asked, trying to lighten his mood—despite it dampening your own.

Halfway through another gulp, Owen made a noise that was somewhere between a cough and a gurgle as he choked on his drink. Slamming the bottle down, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and looked at you with confusion.

“What?” He finally managed while fighting back another cough. His breath had barely come back to him.

“You just said you were in love? ‘An idiot in love’ were your exact words, I think.”

“Oh! Right, right, yeah. Yeah I did.”

“And? Who’s the lucky lady who got you to go to hell and back?”

Owen snorted and picked up his Coke once more. “I know everyone eats that sort of shit up, but I hate to say, it’s not like that.”

“So what is it like?” You leaned back in your seat and stretched.

“It’s like,” he paused, “it’s like I’d lay down my life for an animal that would happily tear out my intestines if I caught her on a bad day.”  

“The raptor?”

“Blue.”

“Right. Blue.”

“She saved my ass during the Indominus Incident. Least I can do is return the favor,” Owen said, eyes fixed on you. “It’s funny…this whole…whatever the hell this is…I’d do it all again.”

“You mean rescue her?”

“No, like, all of it. Even if that meant fixing my head just to fuck it up again. I’d do it. I’d raise those girls again. Deal with all the shit from InGen that came with it. Maybe do a better job protecting them the second time around. And that’s just so…irresponsible of me.”

“How so?”

Owen smiled bitterly at the ground and shook his head.

“Because I shouldn’t want to do it again. These animals shouldn’t be here to begin with. Hell, we even got a second chance to fix what John Hammond did 25 years ago, and not only did we throw that chance away, but I’m happy that I helped to do it. I’m happy that my girl is out there, safe and alive. Even if that means everything else is chaos.”

The expression on his face was very familiar to you. There was a sort of empty longing in his tired eyes. The result of sleepless nights, tossing and turning, torn between his head and his heart. You’d had your fair share of nights like that too, thanks to him.

Outside it was beginning to snow. You both watched it in silence, and then finally:

“I know the feeling. I mean, not the situation, obviously…but the feeling. I, uh. I get it. Caring about something that you’re not supposed to care about. Feeling guilty but also…not guilty,” you murmured.

Owen tilted his head and stared at you, understanding on so many levels. He set his bottle down on the windowsill and walked to you. Your heart beat and your hands grew clammy as he gently pushed your laptop closed. You felt naked and exposed with the flimsy barrier or your screen gone, but also so alive. So ready for whatever was about to happen.

“It’s a blizzard out there. I probably shouldn’t drive,” he said quietly.

“Probably not,” you breathed as he leaned down to kiss you.

His stubble tickled your cheeks—a strange juxtaposition to the smoothness of his lips. They were soft, and tasted like the coconut chap stick he was always trying to apply without you noticing.

You were surprised to feel how cautious he was. Hesitant. You’d imagined this moment to be more…hungry. He didn’t seem capable of anything else; not with the way he commanded ownership of every space he entered.  It just went to show that even after so much time locked in a room together, you didn’t know a damn thing about him. But god, did you want to keep learning. You wanted to know everything about him. Every last thought that went through his head. Every inch of his body. You wanted to fall into him as deeply as you could—you wanted to get lost in the scent of mahogany and coffee and coconut chap stick.

During all this, you realized you’d forgotten to breathe, and your body forced you to pull away from him so you could gasp for air. Owen was smirking at you.

“You know I thought that’d feel more spontaneous,” he remarked playfully. “But you seemed pretty ready.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You muttered, knowing exactly what it meant.

“It means,” he grazed his lips over yours, “that we’ve wasted so much time…and that you’re welcome to put all of this in the book.”

You hardly heard him as you melted against his lips once more.

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I am Marilyn, Queen of Fanfiction Cliches and Plot Holes, hear me mf roar.

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Can you pretty pretty please do an owen grady x reader with the prompt "you're so fucking beautiful baby, I can't believe you're all mine" Thank you 😍

When the park shut down for the evening, it often took a while for things to settle down. Everything had to be triple checked, and then checked once more just to be safe, and then it took a while to actually get back to your room for the evening.

Owen knew that you hated the extra long drive from the raptor paddock to your room in the centre of the park, so most nights he offered you a bed at his – it was a bit closer and much easier to get to after an exhausting day, which most days were working at the park.

He’d stayed at the paddock a bit later than you had, so when he got back, you were already sitting on his porch, a cup of cold water in your hand and a beer sitting on the small table beside you ready for him. He smiled at you as he walked up the stairs and took the seat beside you.

“How long have you been out here for?” He asked, popping open the beer.

You shrugged. “Ten, fifteen minutes? It’s a nice night.”

Owen glanced up at the sky, full of stars and bright because of the full moon. It was a nice night, he had to admit it. Being around you bought out the part of him who wasn’t afraid to admit that sort of stuff.

“It is,” he confirmed, taking a swig of his beer.

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, occasionally taking a drink or smiling at one another, but mostly taking in the beauty of the stars. They were brighter here, the sky wasn’t as polluted with light like the city you’d grown up in, and it was like you could see them all in perfect clarity. You couldn’t see any of the lights from the main park and it really felt like just the two of you alone out here in the middle of nowhere. And you loved it.

While your eyes stayed glued to the stars, Owen’s made their way to you. He truly didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky, but somehow he had. Losing you was out of the question, and Owen knew that if it came to it, he’d give his life to save yours. And there was always that possibility, losing you. The island was secure, he knew that, but there was always that chance.

You were beautiful, and the longer Owen stared at you in the light of the moon, the more prevalent that became. He was head over freakin’ heels and there was no backing out now.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” Owen muttered. You turned to look at him, eyebrows raised in your surprise. Owen could be sweet and affectionate when he wanted, but 99% of the time he was the sarcastic and serious man you’d first met a year ago. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

You chuckled softly and reached across to take the hand resting on the arm of his chair, squeezing his hand tight as your lips quirked up into a smile. “I don’t understand how you did it, Grady.”

“How I did what?”

You squeezed his hand again. “How you ended up with me,” you said. “I mean, I’m clearly way out of your league.” Your lips quirked up into a smile, trying and failing to hide your amusement.

Owen scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I mean, I can’t disagree with that…”

“Oh, shut up, I’m joking,” you laughed, grinning over at him.

His eyes sparkled as he looked at you again. “Well, I’m not. But I’m not complaining either. Like I said, I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he admitted.

You couldn’t get rid of the dorky smile on your face as you looked at him. “I’m yours for as long as you want me, Grady. You can count on that.”

Owen smirked. “Well, you better get comfortable, then. Because I don’t see myself not wanting you like… ever.”

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Vacation Week - Chapter 1

Twice a year the park closes for a week for routine maintenance. Missy has no vacation planned and as it turns out, neither does Owen. But who is watching the pair, just waiting for his chance to strike?

Owen Grady/OC

Chapter 1 

(REPOSTING! :) )

For two weeks every year the park was closed for a routine cleaning and maintenance. One week during the winter month and one mid-July. It was a necessary inconvenience for visitors to the park, in which the whole place was given routine safety check and a fresh coat of paint.

During these periods most of the staff, excluding the dino-carers and the security staff were given paid vacation days. A sort of thank you from the higher-ups for dealing with the crowds during the peak-season holidays.

Usually Missy would have jumped at the chance of taking a holiday somewhere, but her sister who worked in London had cancelled on her last week. Her friends had urged her to go with them to Miami for a few days when they heard about her cancelled plans but Missy had merely shaken her head and told them to go enjoy themselves.

Instead she was going to spend the entire week relaxing in her bungalow. Perhaps giving the place a clean out while she had the time.

Missy had worked at Jurassic World for two years.

She had the very 'un-coveted' job of administering inoculations to the various dinosaurs of the park. Being genetically bred meant that there was always something new that could cause the animals to become sick. The labs regularly sent herself and a couple of others out with a new vaccine and often gave her special drugs to give to certain species, that she was told would aid them in the growth process and give them upgraded features and traits.

It was noon when Missy finally finished her work in the Gentle Giants Petting Zoo and was now on her way over to the Velociraptor paddock.

She had spent the morning chasing around the juvenile herbivores, giving them each a sharp jab to the right leg. She had been almost done when one of the baby stegosaurus had spewed up all over her blouse the moment she had given it its inoculation.

Missy grimaced as the putrid smell of the vomit rose from her shirt as she drove up towards the looming pen.

On her first day at Jurassic World she had been told with, what she always felt was a hint of glee from her manager, that she would be working with the raptors. And more importantly than that- Owen Grady.

Owen Grady had a bit of a reputation amongst the staff at Jurassic Park to say the least, but all Missy had heard about him when they first met was that he was ex-U.S. Navy and that he had trained with his raptors since they were born.

When she first entered into the velociraptor enclosure at the end of her first couple of weeks at the park, she had immediately felt eyes on the back of her head. Silhouetted against the bright sun had been Owen, stood watching her from the walkway above her head.

For months he ignored her, the most she got out of him was a curt nod as she passed him. Then one day… it happened.

She had been on her seventh month working at the park and that morning a new vaccine needed to be introduced to one of the raptors, Echo, who kept falling sick. They had tranquilised her and Missy was led into the raptor pen to give the unconscious dinosaur the jab.

Normally the raptors were leashed in holding cells while she administered the medicine but this was the first time she had been next to one in its entirety.

Barry had smiled and reassured her that Echo had been given a good enough dose and would be knocked out for hours. The same as every time, she had felt Owen Grady's gaze on the back of her head as she was led over.

But the dose had obviously not been correct, as the moment Missy knelt down beside the raptor, it had opened his eyes and leapt to its feet, knocking Barry to the ground.

Missy had let out a muffled scream and dragged herself away from the beast as she heard pounding feet and yells and shouts coming from behind her.

Echo had swayed on the spot before suddenly his head turned towards Missy.

It had leaned in towards her and given a deep sniff before a tranq dart hit it directly on its neck.

It had given the most ear piercing screech right in Missy's face before collapsing once again onto the floor.

Missy had turned to look behind her, to see Owen Grady standing there, tranquiliser gun in hand.

He gave her a look as if he was about to say something but Missy hadn't lingered long enough to find out. She had merely run past him and out of the paddock taking her supply bag with her.

Outside, up against a wall, far enough away so that no one would see her, Missy had broken down in tears. She had lifted a hand to her mouth to muffle the sobs but her whole body was shaking and tears poured down her cheeks. She had been genuinely frightened for her life.

That is when he had appeared…

Owen.

At first he didn't say anything, he merely came to stand next to her, leaning up against the wall, arms folded, his eyes at the floor.

"That was a pretty scary thing to go through," he had muttered eventually, glancing up at her.

Missy had desperately tried to wipe away tear tracks but the sobs seemed to be coming thick and fast.

"It's happened to me a couple of times. They've caught me off guard and I wasn't mentally prepared," he had uttered.

"What did you do?" Missy asked.

Owen shrugged. "I didn't cry but I came close to it a couple of times."

Missy gazed up at him, all biceps and rumpled clothes and had been shocked at this response. This big, ex-navy guy was showing her his vulnerable side. Was showing her that she shouldn't be emabrssed to cry.

"I've seen you working, I like your style," he had said with a bit of a smile.

Missy had given a sniff. "Thanks," she had mumbled.

"I'm Owen, by the way," he had said holding out his hand.

"Missy," she had replied, wiping tears from her eyes and taking his hand in hers.

And that had how they had become friends. Each and every time Missy had entered the raptor enclosure from then on Owen had come up and talked to her. Most of their conversations at first were fairly formal. Then one evening, when Missy was out at a bar with some girlfriends, Owen had caught her eye at the other end of the bar. Most of her friends had nudged her in the ribs and swooned about how handsome he was but Missy had just rolled her eyes at them. She had chatted with him for a while and he had introduced her to some of his friends. But that night Missy had had way more than she had intended to drink that night and Owen had revelled in speaking really loudly to her when she had turned up at the raptor paddock the next morning.

She hated him but at the same time loved being around him. He was a great guy to be friends with.

Just friends…. that's all they were.

It was 1pm by the time Missy pulled up outside the raptor paddock. Her blouse reeked of stegosaurus spew. She gave a sigh and began to unbutton it. She had a spare, clean shirt next to her on the seat, her bra would only be visible for ten seconds, she thought.

But the moment she peeled her dirty shirt from her skin a loud knocking filled the truck.

She turned to see Owen standing beside the driver's door with a grin plastered across his face.

"Look, I know you just want to get naked when you come near me, but we're at work, you need to control yourself," he said cockily.

Missy rolled her eyes. "Shut up," she said, pulling on a fresh, cotton shirt. "I got Stego vomit me."

He pulled open the door and Missy hopped out and eyed him irritably. "What are you so cheery about?" she asked.

Owen continued to grin and gave a shrug. "It's the day before shut down week. An entire week of vacation, why wouldn't I be cheery about that?"

"Hmm… I guess," uttered Missy, shielding her eyes from the mid-day sun.

Owen glanced at her. "I thought you were going to Europe to visit your sister?" he said narrowing his eyes at her.

Missy gave a sigh as they walked towards the paddock. "She cancelled on me, she's got emergency meetings planned at the bank she works at in London. So I'm gonna hang around here for the week instead. How about you? Have you decided on any plans. The last time I spoke to you, you were still making up your mind."

Owen ran a hand across his stubbly chin. "I'm sticking around here too, as it happens. The fencing around the pens needs some work so I volunteered to fix it."

Missy smiled. "You know that the park can just hire in someone to do that for you," she muttered, shooting him a look.

Owen smiled, his eyes falling to the ground. "I know, but its quicker and easier if I just get it done myself."

The pair of them reached the raptor enclosure where swift shadows could just been seen between the slats of concrete barriers.

"How are they doing today?" asked Missy, nodding towards the pen.

"Pretty good," said Owen folding his arms across himself. "Work with the clicker is improving…. ISNT IT, BLUE?" he yelled loudly.

Suddenly all movement inside the paddock stopped at the sound of his voice. Owen chuckled.

"So what have those geeks in the labs got for us today?" he said turning back to Missy and eyeing the metal case at her side.

Missy quickly opened the case the reveal four heavy duty syringes, all filled with a yellow liquid.

"It's apparently a serum that works to improve the raptors' velocity and power," she said matter-of-factly, gazing up at Owen. But the raptor trainer immediately frowned.

"Those girls are strong enough already, they don't need anything to make them more powerful than they already are. They're animals- not monsters," he said exasperatedly.

"Owen, I'm just doing my job," uttered Missy, staring up at him guiltily.

"I know that," he said softening, touching her gently on the arm. "It just kills me how they're trying to breed them to be weapons, when they're dangerous enough already."

Owen looked down at Missy, a frown at his brow and gazed into her eyes.

She bit her lip as her grey orbs met his green ones.

A long moment passed before she suddenly growled in frustration.

"Fine!" she said, rolling her eyes and reaching down into the bag. "But don't say I don't ever do anything for you."

Glancing this way and that, she pulled out the four syringes and emptied each one out into the bushes beside them.

When she was done she slipped the empty vials into a separate compartment of her bag.

"Happy?" she asked, through gritted teeth.

Owen beamed at her and before even saying a word he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Missy's stomach suddenly lurched.

"You owe me one," she uttered when he pulled away, a blush creeping over her face.

"Definitely," he said grinning. "Anything you want." And with that Owen escorted Missy back over towards her beat-up truck.

What neither of them seemed to notice was that Vic Hoskins, Head of InGen security division, watching them from a walkway high above the raptor pen.

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catch a break, part 1

requested? yes! by @faithiebrock01 (thanks for being my first post-hiatus request, sorry for the long wait!) check out her wattpad, @/niallforever15

this fic includes: owen grady x reader, fluff, I would say a little bit of ooc? hopefully not too much. a failed attempt to follow JW’s storyline

warnings: none really, other than dinos eating mice 

summary: you train and take care of the raptors on Isla Nublar alongside your husband, Owen. you found out you were pregnant very recently, and have a little trouble letting him know. typical Jurassic World chaos ensues, making it even harder.

word count: 1.3k+

a/n: i’m back! i think? got an extremely long break after my mock exams cause of coronavirus (stay safe out there) and i have t i m e on my hands :) be nice please, this is my first fic in two years,, enjoy! spare me a reblog/like if you liked this, follow me too!

part 1.5 // part 2

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Watching your husband work was, debatably, your favourite pastime. The way his (ahem, your) raptors seemed to respond to his every command made it seem as though they were a band of puppies-in-training, rather than bio-engineered animals from 65 million years ago that could definitely rip you to shreds in a heartbeat.

Your hand subconsciously moves to cradle your lower stomach as Delta catches the rat Owen throws down to her. You’d found out you were pregnant a little over two weeks ago. You were thankful you weren’t showing as of now; you didn’t know how to tell Owen just yet.

Dusting his hands off on his already muddy trousers (thank god he wore the brown pair today), he looks over in your direction, eyes searching briefly before landing on your serene form. A soft smile stretches across both of your faces as you move towards one another.

Gentle greetings are whispered into your hair as he pulls you in for a too-short hug. "How long were you standin' there for? Should've waited in the shade, love." His hand moves up to your forehead, blocking the noon's blinding sunlight from your eyes.

You swat his hand away in feigned irritation, "Only for an hour or two; not like that's ages in this heat or anything..." You pout slightly and tilt your head up towards him in a silent plea for a kiss.

Owen dips his head down to meet you halfway, pecking your lips in an attempt to kiss your pout away. "Don't pout, love. You know my heart can't handle it." 

"Maybe I should pout every hour of every day if it gets me kisses from you," you say defiantly, before standing on your tiptoes to pull him in again.

Owen laughs, the hearty kind that makes your heart swell, “You’d get kisses from me regardless. You do!”

You’re interrupted by the clank of a pair of boots on the metal of the catwalk. Barry marches towards you, frown dragging on his face, "Hate to be that guy, but Hoskins wants to talk. Again." 

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"For the last time, Hoskins, they're not weapons! They're living, breathing, walking animals. They're in my care, and no way in hell am I letting you touch them!" Owen's face is scrunched up in anger and frustration as his conversation-turned-argument grows more heated. The light grey material of his athletic shirt gradually darkens as his sweat collects from his training with the raptors along with the undoubtable irritation he felt. You opt to retreat to the shade of the cage – despite wanting to calm Owen down, you knew he was much too passionate about the wellbeing of the raptors to be talked down at this point. Plus, it was Hoskins; the man annoyed you with his mere presence within a five mile radius. It wouldn’t hurt for him to get a lecture from the man you loved.

Leaning against the bars of the opening to the enclosure, you find a brief moment of solace from the cool material of the metal. You knew you were safe from any too-close experiences with the raptors as they had retreated to the shelter of the trees as soon as their session with Owen ended. You close your eyes, attempting to focus on the sounds of nature around you rather than the still ongoing argument a few feet away. Your trance is broken when the crunch of dry leaves sounds from behind you. A swift turn towards the direction of the noise alerts you of Blue's presence. Your lips involuntarily pull into a smile; ever since you'd gotten suspicious of a potential and literal human growing in your belly, Blue had grown more affectionate with you. Her eyes lingered a little longer on you when Owen called for her attention with his clicker, and she would always gravitate towards your spot on the catwalk mid-training. A low purr echoes from her throat as she attempts to squeeze her snout in between the much too narrow bars of the enclosure. Breathing out a laugh, you slowly move your hand towards her, just out of reach enough that she wouldn't be able to actually hurt you. Blue's jaws open in a low purr once again, razor-sharp teeth on display. You could probably see remnants of her last meal in there if you looked hard enough. The tip of her snout just manages to meet your fingertips, and you couldn't help but coo at the slight nuzzling movement she makes towards them. "Cutie... think you're some big, tough dino, huh?" You mumble under your breath, entertaining her for the briefest of moments before retracting your hand.

"Whatcha doin' there, sweetie? I walk away for a second and you get too close to Blue again," Owen's voice draws from behind you, prompting you to turn towards him, "I know you think they're cute, and I find that cute, but they can still rip your arm off in a literal millisecond."

"Oh, hush. I'm just missing her, is all. Haven’t seen her in a while. And, actually, you were away for about," you feign a look down at your empty wrist, "100 hours?" You smile, moving to circle your arms around his waist, drawing him close. You tried to subtly move the both of you away from the cage to draw Owen's attention away from your interaction with Blue, who was still following your actions like a wide-eyed child. Owen glanced behind you for a second before his eyes fell on you again. He had definitely noticed a change in your interactions with the beta in the last few weeks; despite you being co-alphas with Owen (admittedly not an official term), Blue still paid more attention to Owen than she did you. Lately, it seemed, your mighty alpha-of-a-raptor-pack husband was reduced mere background noise whenever you were around. He noticed the way Blue would look at you whenever you moved from one place to another, as if she was making sure you got to your destination safely, even if it was just a few steps away. 

He pushes the thoughts to the back of his mind, not wanting to overthink. Just as his mind jumped to thinking about lunch, a white SUV pulls up to the small clearing outside the enclosure. Curious and a little cautious after Hoskins's visit, both you and Owen step towards the vehicle, only to break out in smiles when you see your good friend, Claire, step out of it. 

"Claire!" You jogged up to her, giving her a short hug. "What brings you to this area? I thought you were working in those big, shiny offices now."

She smiles at your faux insult, "Hey, Y/N. And so what if I do? Can't visit my two closest friends?"

"More like your two only friends." Owen jokes, bringing her into a hug as well. Claire narrows her eyes into a mock-glare.

“I do love to be insulted by the two of you – constantly.” She smiles warmly before straightening herself up again – business mode. “I need you both to come with me. Mr. Masrani needs the enclosure for the new asset- the Indominus," she corrects herself as soon as she notices Owen raise a brow at her diction, "inspected. Come with me?" She gestures towards her car.

"Owen and I can make our own way over, actually. Give us a few minutes to wrap things up here and we'll follow you, yeah?" You say, partly because you want to spend more alone time with your husband, and partly because you really didn't want to get caught in the middle of any unresolved tension between him and Claire.

"Yeah, of course. I'll wait here." Claire leans against her car, already pulling out her phone. Conference call, probably.

"Ready to see the Indominus, my love?" You glance over to Owen, who is currently muttering under his breath about not being able to 'catch a break on this goddamned island', which prompts a laugh from you.

"What kinda stupid name is 'Indominus', anyway?"

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Fireproof | Owen Grady x Reader | Part Seven.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX Summary: You’re a family friend of the Lockwood’s, brought in to help look after Maisie and keep her company when Iris can’t. When things go wrong, a series of events leads you to Owen Grady, and despite the stress and pressure you’re both under, sparks can’t help but fly. Pairing: female!Reader x Owen Grady. Fandom: Jurassic World. Word Count: 1736 Warnings: FALLEN KINGDOM SPOILERS, mentions of nightmares. A/N: Apologies for how long this took to get up. I’ve really been trying to focus more on my book lately, so fics have been on the back burner, plus I needed to figure out where I wanted this story to go after the end of the film. But luckily, I’ve found my way, so here is part seven! I really like this part and I’m looking forward to where it’s going. Enjoy!

ONE WEEK LATER.

As Owen drives through the woods, getting closer and closer to his cabin, he glances in his rear view mirror and looks at Maisie, sat in the back seat of his pick up truck. She’s staring out the window, silent as he drives.

Beside him, you sit in the passenger seat, your hands knotted together in your lap. Leaving the once comforting place of the Lockwood Estate had been difficult for you, but after a week in a hotel room in the city, you were looking forward to having somewhere to call home again, even if it was small.

You’d gotten hold of Iris a few days ago, and she’d surprisingly agreed with Maisie that staying with you was the best thing for her. You were flattered, and Maisie was ecstatic about staying with you. She was still sad about losing her grandfather, just as you were, but you were both learning to deal with it.

“How much longer?” Maisie asks from the back seat.

You glance back at her, and then over at Owen.

“Few more minutes,” he answers. “Not long.”

It hadn’t taken much convincing from Maisie to get you to join her and Owen, nor had it taken much for Owen to accept you and Maisie into his life, even though he’d only known you for a week. Almost getting eaten by a dinosaur is a good way to gain trust and get to know someone, it seemed.

While it was going to be a big change from living in the estate, you and Maisie were willing to make the switch. Maisie felt safest with you and Owen, and Owen was quick in allowing her the luxury of staying with him.

Claire had gone back to the city with Zia and Franklin to work at the Dinosaur Protection Agency. She’d promised you all that she’d come and visit as much as possible, and Owen made her promise to call him at least twice a week.

After everything that had happened, getting back to normal was going to be difficult, but you were more than confident that you and Maisie would be able to do it. If she was having nightmares about it all, you didn’t know about them. Just as she didn’t know when you woke up in a sweat in the middle of the night, dreams about the Indoraptor having plagued your mind all night.

You were sure you’d both be all right with time.

You glance over at Owen just as he turns the car around a bend in the road and comes to a stop, stopping the ignition. Maisie sits up instantly, eyes looking out of the window at the place she’d be calling home for the foreseeable future.

“Home sweet home,” Owen grins, turning to look at you and Maisie. He opens the door of the car and steps out. You and Maisie get out instantly, and you walk around the hood of the car to join him.

You’re still limping a bit, but your ankle isn’t as bad as it was before, and you suspect you have Owen to thank for that. His helping hand back at the mansion had probably helped with not damaging it anymore.

At the front of the property is a half built cabin. There’s wood and roofing materials scattered around it, as well as a smaller scale building right next to it. Off to its right is a small van.

“When you said it’d be a tight squeeze; I didn’t imagine this.”

Owen chuckles and wanders over towards the house. Maisie walks after him, looking around in awe. Even though it is small, you have to admit that it’s beautiful. The cabin looks over a lake, and there’s mountains in the distance.

There’s a cool breeze floating through the air, and the sun is warm above you. It’s exactly what you need, and suddenly you can understand why Owen was so adamant about living on the road and finding solitude after Jurassic World. It’s calm here.

“What do you think?” Owen turns around and looks at the two of you, his hands on his hips. He looks both proud and worried, as if he’s afraid that you and Maisie won’t like it here, or that you’ll decide to go back to the city in an instant.

Maisie grins and runs over to hug him. She briefly wraps her arms around him, and Owen chuckles in amusement as he hugs her back. She pulls away. “I love it.”

“Why don’t you head into the van, get settled?” Owen pulls a key out of his pocket and hands it to Maisie. She takes it instantly and, with a grin at you, hurries off towards the van. After a second, she disappears inside.

You smile and walk over to Owen. “You’re good with her.”

Owen shrugs. “Perk of the job,” he says. “When you’re working in a theme park, you kind of have to be good with people. And she’s sweet.”

Nodding, you wander over towards the cabin. It’s not much to look at now, mostly just a wooden structure, but it’s nice. When it’s fully built, you can imagine that it’ll be gorgeous. With a view like this, it has to be gorgeous.

He follows you over onto the floor of the house and stands beside you as you look out at the lake. It’d been one of the reasons he’d chosen this particular piece of land. The serenity and peace the lake gave him was unlike anything he’d ever find again.

“What do you think?” He raises an eyebrow.

You keep staring out at the lake and the reflection of the trees on it as you answer. “It’s beautiful, Owen,” you admit. “I don’t think I’ve ever been as calm as I am right now. And maybe there’s a dinosaur wandering around those woods over there, but who cares? This is gorgeous.”

Owen’s lips quirk up into a smile. “Good thing you’re with someone who knows how to deal with dinosaurs, am I right?” He smirks over at you, nudging you with an elbow.

You grin up at him and shake your head in your amusement. It was odd, how quickly you’d come to trust Owen. You’d met him only a week ago, yet here you were, living with him and Maisie, and for some reason, it felt right.

Owen felt the same way. After the Jurassic World incident, he’d briefly considered trying to find someone to start a life with. At one point, he’d even thought it could have been Claire, but they’d quickly realised they were best as friends and colleagues. But as Owen stood with you, looking out at the lake, he had to admit to himself that having you and Maisie around felt right. He doesn’t believe in things like fate, but this? He can’t deny it.

You turn around and smile at him before heading off towards the van. When you get inside, you realise it looks a lot smaller from the outside, and that the inside holds quite a bit. At one end of the van is a double bed, there’s a kitchen in the middle, as well as a small bathroom, and at the other end there’s a living room area with a long couch.

Maisie is sitting on the couch, a book in her hands. You look at the book – it’s about dinosaurs. You smile and move to sit next to her. It feels weird, knowing this is where you’re going to be living now, but you know that, in time, it’ll feel normal.

Owen follows you in and leans up against one of the kitchen cupboards.

“You two can take the bed at the end, and I’ll take the couch,” he nods toward the bed. “I changed the sheets, don’t worry.”

You laugh softly and lean back on the couch. “Good to know.”

It’s late when Maisie ends up falling asleep. Owen had barbecued some food for dinner, and you’d helped out where you could. Maisie was so excited to be here, living with Owen, that it’d taken a while for her to go to sleep.

Owen had left the two of you to go to bed while he went outside and packed some things up from when he’d been working on the cabin late that afternoon. As soon as Maisie was fast asleep, you snuck out after him.

He’d thought you were asleep, so when you walk up next to him on the deck of the cabin, he’s a little surprised. Owen smiles over at you, happy to see you regardless of his surprise, and holds up a beer. You shake your head, and Owen sits the bottle back down.

“Maisie asleep?”

You nod. “Fast asleep. She’s exhausted. I’ve never seen her sleep so much.”

Owen chuckles. “That’s what I call the aftermath of almost dying.”

You smile and look out at the lake. The moon is reflecting off of it, and the sky is so dark out here that you can see stars in any direction you turn. It’s a refreshing change of pace from being in the city.

“What about you?” Owen asks, glancing over at you. “How are you dealing with the aftermath of almost dying?” He takes a swig of his beer as you pause to think.

Your hesitation tells him everything he needs to know, and he furrows his eyebrows. He’d felt the same way after Jurassic World, just as Claire had. Coming out here and living off the grid had been the only thing to keep him sane. He’d briefly considered talking to someone about it, but how many therapists knew how to deal with almost being killed by a dinosaur multiple times?

He sighs and turns to face you. “You need to talk about it?”

“No,” you shake your head. “No… I just need time. Getting back to normal after all that… I know it’s not going to happen overnight, but I wish it would.”

Owen frowns. “I felt the same way after Jurassic World. It takes some time. But you’ll be all right,” he assures you. “I saw the way you and Maisie handled that stuff at the estate. Moving past it? It’ll be easier than you think.”

You smile softly and look over at him. “I sure hope you’re right.”

He reaches over and squeezes your shoulder with a hand. “I am.”

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Fireproof | Owen Grady x Reader | Part Six

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE Summary: You’re a family friend of the Lockwood’s, brought in to help look after Maisie and keep her company when Iris can’t. When things go wrong, a series of events leads you to Owen Grady, and despite the stress and pressure you’re both under, sparks can’t help but fly. Pairing: female!Reader x Owen Grady. Fandom: Jurassic World. Word Count: 1711 Warnings: FALLEN KINGDOM SPOILERS. A/N: We’ve officially reached the end of the film, but don’t worry – it’s not the end of Fireproof. I’m aiming for about ten to twelve parts, so there’s still about six to go, which I’m really excited about. I hope you’re looking forward to seeing where this story goes!

It’s like revisiting one of your worst nightmares when you all walk back into the lab downstairs. Owen is still by your side helping you walk, and just him being there calms you down a little. There’s some sort of gas or smokes covering the cages, though, and you can hear the dinosaurs from the second you walk into the room.

Sounds of pain.

You cringe as Claire looks out at them all, her voice quiet when she says the words you never wanted to hear. “They’re all dying.” You put a hand on Maisie’s shoulder and squeeze it.

“The blast damaged the ventilation system. We did everything we could,” Zia explains. She looks pained as she says the words, and you don’t blame her. The idea of losing all of these dinosaurs again… even you can’t imagine what having that weight on your shoulders feels like.

Owen senses you tense up and rubs your back a little to let you know he feels the same way. The gesture comforts you, but only for a second, as Claire starts tapping at buttons and says “I can open the gates from here.”

“Claire, be careful. We’re not on an island anymore,” Owen says from beside you. He sounds worried, and you feel the exact same way. But Claire starts opening the gates anyway, unlocking them and letting the dinosaurs out into the main room.

You don’t think you can do this. You don’t think you can watch them all die.  Maisie reaches down and holds your hand tight, leaning back into you as the six of you watch all of the dinosaurs struggling to breathe and wishing desperately to escape out in the main room.

Your breathing is heavy and you want to close your eyes, but looking away from this… you feel awful for not being able to. In front of you, Maisie can’t tear her eyes away either, and Owen is horrified and saddened by what he’s watching, just like you all are.

The main door is closed. They’re stuck, and they’re all going to die.

Claire spots a button on the table and walks over to it quickly, opening up the plastic casing. Her hand pauses over the button as she weighs her options. Press the button, free and save the dinosaurs. Don’t press the button, kill and lose the dinosaurs.

“Claire, you press that button, there is no going back,” Owen steps forward a little, though he doesn’t move far from you. He’s closer to Claire, though, and you can tell that he’s weighing the pros and cons of this situation too. He loves the dinosaurs. He always has. But letting them run free out in the world? He’s not sure he can live with that.

“I can’t let them die.” Her voice is soft, whispered, and you had to strain to even hear her words, but they hit you hard. These dinosaurs… they were her life's work. Everything she’d worked for… and they could all be gone within minutes.

You can feel the regret in the room as she slams the plastic cover back over the button and walks over to the window to watch the dinosaurs as they call out in their distress. Maisie wanders away from you, and you and Owen step forward to join Claire at the window. Tears have welled up in your eyes, but none are falling yet. You’re too shocked and distraught to let yourself go.

Owen holds your hand tightly with one of his, and with the other squeeze’s Claires shoulder in comfort, just as the emergency doors start to slide open and the dinosaurs all turn to look.

Eyes wide, you all turn around to see Maisie, hand hovering over the button.

You’re too shocked to even move, your heart both dropping in your chest and celebrating in glee. She’d saved them.

“I had to,” Maisie mutters. “They’re alive. Like me.”

You rush to her instantly, ignoring the pain in your ankle and wrapping your arms around her, watching as the dinosaurs run from the room, taking in the fresh air and escaping out of the confines of the estate and out into the world. Into civilisation.

It’s silent when all of the dinosaurs disappear, eerily so, and you all stand there in that silence for a few seconds, just thinking about what you’d just seen. Maisie had just freed the dinosaurs into the world. She’d saved them… and that was all there was to it.

Maisie looks up at you, eyes full of tears, and takes a breath. “Did I do the right thing?”

You nod without hesitation. “Yes, Maisie, yes,” you assure her. “You saved them. You gave them life, just like Benjamin gave you. You did the right thing.”

“But they– they’re out there now… because of me.”

“And we’ll figure it out. It’ll be okay. I promise you.”

You hug her to your chest again and she wraps her arms around you. Zia and Franklin smile off to the side, and Claire and Owen share a look of both worry and admiration to your right.

When Maisie pulls away, Claire comes forward and takes her hand, leading her out of the room. Zia and Franklin follow her, not bothering to look back at the lab behind them, and Owen steps forward to you once more, wrapping an arm around your waist to help you walk out of the lab.

Neither of you look back either. That place held nothing but bad memories for you, and you’d be lucky if you never had to step foot in the Lockwood Estate again.

You all make your way back upstairs slowly. Ahead of you, Maisie and Claire are talking softly. You’re glad that Maisie has someone like Claire in her life now. All these years, she’d only really had you and Iris as positive role models in her life. She’d had Eli and Benjamin, too, but they’d been lying to her all her life, telling her lies she’d never forget. She needed more positivity. Less liars. You were glad she was going to get that now.

The estate is eerily quiet as you reach the main floor and head to the front doors, trying to get the hell out of here. You haven’t thought of Eli since he ran away from you only hours ago. You haven’t really had time to think about him. But to you, he’s dead. Even if he got away, even if he somehow managed to survive… to you, he’s no longer worth believing in. He’s gone.

Owen spots Blue wandering around the second you step out on the front steps of the estate. He glances at you once to make sure you’re okay, to which you reply with a nod, before walking out in front of you all to approach Blue. You catch up with Maisie and Claire, slowly following him downstairs before he pauses and greets her.

“Hey, Blue,” he says.

“Owen–“

He holds up a hand. “It’s okay. She won’t hurt us.”

If anyone else had said that, you wouldn’t have believed them.

Slowly, Owen continues to descend the staircase, a hand outstretched in front of him. You watch in both fascination and terror as he strokes her head softly.

“Blue, come with me,” Owen continues. “We’ll take you to a safe place, okay?”

You don’t miss Owen glance over to the open cage to the right of you. One of the cages used to  bring in the dinosaurs, no doubt, even though you hadn’t seen any of them being brought in. Blue glances over, too, and then steps back. Owen sighs, and drops his hand.

You watch as Blue runs off into the forrest surrounding the estate.

Maisie breaks away from the two of you and runs down the stairs, wrapping her arms around Owen. He hugs her back tightly as the rest of you wander down after him. You stand next to them and watch as Blue pauses for a second before disappearing. Owen rests a hand on your arm as the three of you watch the forrest in silence.

Claire, Zia and Franklin stand a few steps above you, the same look on their faces. You’ve lost all the dinosaurs. Even Blue, the last living velociraptor. And you’re all more than terrified at what the world’s going to have to deal with now.

A few seconds of silence go by before Maisie looks over at you. “Where do we go now?”

You squeeze her shoulder softly and smile. “We find somewhere real to call home.”

Maisie glances up at Owen. “What will you do?”

He meets your eyes for a second before replying to her. Truthfully, he doesn’t know what he’ll do now. He doesn’t know what he can do now. Dinosaurs are running around the United States, around the world, and the idea of going back to a regular life now seems almost impossible… but he knows he’s going to have to try.

“I’ll go back home, finish building my cabin… get back to normal,” he admits. He’ll do his best at getting back to normal. But how normal can really, properly co-existing with dinosaurs be?

Maisie replies without hesitation. “I want to go with you.”

You open your mouth to protest, but nothing comes out. How can you deny her this? How can you deny her the first real glance at family she’s ever gotten? Owen protected her from the very first moment he met her, without even knowing a thing about her. It’s only natural for her to want to hold onto that, so you nod at her, lips quirking up into a small smile. “If that’s what you want, Maisie, I’m sure we can figure it out.”

“I want you to come with me,” she continues, reaching out to take your hand.

Her words take you off guard, and you can’t even come up with any good answer. You look up at Owen and see both the amusement and happiness in his eyes. It’s mixed with the sadness of losing Blue. But what takes you off guard even more than Maisie’s words, are Owens.

He nods at you, and then down at Maisie. “I’m sure that can be arranged.”

And then, he smiles.

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could you possibly do a owen grady x fem!reader (smut or not idc) where they’re trying to have a baby? thanks a million!! x

I don’t write smut, so this is just a cute fluffy drabble about deciding to have a kid!

“What do you think about babies?”

Owen’s question takes you off guard. You’re not expecting it at all, especially because the two of you are at work on your lunch break and the topic of conversation usually had to do with the raptors, not human babies.

You frown and glance over at him. “Uh, they’re sweet. Why do you ask?”

He takes another bite of his sandwich and, much to your dismay, replies with his mouth full. You get an eyeful of the contents in the process and screw up your nose. “I was thinking,” Owen begins. “About babies. And us… maybe having one. Or two… or something.”

“I’m sorry–what?” You almost choke on your own sandwich at his suggestion. “We– we work on an island in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by dinosaurs, Owen. You really think that’d be a good place to bring up a kid? One of us would have to give up our job– probably me because you’re the alpha and all that. You seriously think that’s a good idea?”

Owen’s cheeks go red and he clears his throat. “I mean… don’t you want kids? You mentioned on our first date that you wanted kids. And we’ve been married for a year… don’t you think it’s time?” He sits the rest of his sandwich down in the container and leans forward, eyes going to yours. “I’m not pressuring you, ever. But I feel like it’s the right time. The raptors training is going well, the park is better than it ever has been and–“

“You’re serious about this,” you pause, sitting your own sandwich down.

He nods. “And you wouldn’t have to give up your job. Maybe in the last few months and the first few weeks, but there are other options. Babysitters would jump at the chance to work on the island here, surely, and I’d take time off too. You really think I’d leave you to quit?”

Your dark mood softens at his words and you find your anger disappearing rapidly. Everything he was saying was right – you had mentioned kids on your first date and that was almost three years ago. The park was doing well, your relationship had never been stronger… it made sense. You’d always wanted children with Owen, but you’d just never expected it to be so soon.

Owen reaches across and takes one of your hands in his, holding it tight. “You don’t need to decide right now. You can ignore this entire conversation if you really want to. But just know that I’m thinking about it, and if you’re on board, I am too. Bringing a kid into this world with you would be the best thing I’ve done since marrying you.”

You meet his eyes, seeing the truth and kindness in them, and sigh. You wouldn’t have to give up your job, the dinosaurs were completely safe – after all, it was a theme park and there were more than enough people here to support you in raising a child. Children visited here every day. What difference would one of your own make?

“Okay,” you mutter, squeezing his fingers with your own. “We can try.”

His eyes light up as he looks back up at you, lips quirking up into a lopsided smile. “Seriously?”

You chuckle. “Don’t blow your luck, Grady. I said we’ll try.”

Owen laughs softly and stands up, moving to hover above you for just a second before his lips touch yours. He lets go of your hands to cup your cheeks as he kisses you, and your hands instinctively knot themselves in the material of his shirt.

His smile when he pulls away is enough to brighten the rest of your day. You watch as he sits back down in his seat and picks up the other half of his sandwich, his eyes not moving from yours. You grin in reply, shaking your head in amusement. If your child ended up anything like Owen, you were in for an absolute journey.