Based (kinda loosely) off Anon Prompt: “… I was wondering if you could write me an imagine where the reader is the Alfa to the normal T-Rex and they are like best friends kind of and Owen find it like cute how they act around each other (I know it’s confusing what t-Rex is cute) just super fluffy Owen x reader”
He always comes to visit you during his lunch, and when your
lunch hours coincide, he insists on taking you out. However, the great Owen
Grady’s charms don’t really work on you. He’s cute yeah, and he can be sweet
when he wants to be, but you’re not exactly looking for a hook up or a
boyfriend or whatever it is that he wants. Instead, you spend your time with
your favorite girl. Everyone else is afraid of her, and quite right so.
Tyrannosaurs are scary, but you’ve raised her since she was just a baby and you
know she won’t hurt you. She’s really a big sweetheart, to you at least. They
still won’t let you do trainer shows because the last thing they want is for
something to go wrong and people watch you get eaten, but you know that would
Today, you’ve skipped lunch altogether to go in the paddock
with the vet. She seemed worried, but your constant reassurances calmed her
nerves. You pet Ronnie around her large eyeballs, telling her to be nice to the
vet lady. She’s just bandaging up a small wound she got from stepping on the
goat pole this morning. You can feel her growling and you hush her so that she
doesn’t let out a full on roar, as this would probably scare the vet away for
After it’s all finished, you look towards the glass and see
none other than Owen Grady leaning up against it watching you. When you come
out of the paddock and walk around, you tell him exasperated. “Who let you in
here? The exhibit is supposed to be closed”
“Yeah, well I’ve got friends all around this place,” he
teases smirking at you.
You continue to stare at him, waiting for the truth.
“Okay okay,” he says putting his arms up in defense, “So I
snuck in. Big deal.” He says nonchalantly. “Just wanted to see you.” He says,
smiling again really turning on the charm.
“Well that’s very sweet of you Owen, but I’ve got to get
back to work.” You say, honestly tired already from the long morning.
“Y/n,” he says seriously, smile dropping from his face.
“You’re exhausted, take a break. Let’s go get lunch.” This time, when he says
it, it doesn’t sound flirty or suggestive, and you are really hungry. You
decide to give it a shot and nod your head.
“Yeah, okay, but just this once.”
He smiles and nods, then responds with a hint of sarcasm “Yeah,
sure, just this once.”
After lunch, you can’t help but realize that you really did
enjoy yourself. If you ignore all his shameless flirting and bragging about the
raptors, you could actually see yourself with a guy like him. He walks you back
to the paddock and stops to look at you seriously, “You know, you’re pretty
badass.” He starts, “I mean, even I wouldn’t step in there with that thing.”
Something snaps in you when he calls her “that thing”; you
know he wouldn’t put up with someone talking about his girls like that.
“Well, ‘that thing’ has a name.” you snap and don’t even
understand where these emotions are coming from. You turn to walk away, “I’ve
got to get back to work, thanks a lot,” you say, laced with sarcasm. When you’re
sure he’s left, you take a deep breath, unsure about what has gotten into you.
You weren’t really that mad about his comment about your girl. You can’t help
but wonder if you just needed an excuse to push him away; you started to get to
close to having feelings for him, and you had to shut that down right away. No
matter how charming Owen Grady is, you need to be strong. You won’t be just
another girl on his list.
The next day, you come into work to find a rose in your
locker. You pick it up and smell it, smiling, but frown quickly when you see
the note tied to it that reads “I’m sorry.” You throw it back into the locker
and slam it shut. What game is he playing? You have heard all the rumors, but
Owen Grady being sweet was not something you had prepared for. Maybe he just
wasn’t used to rejection and needed to pull out the big guns. Well, it isn’t going
to work on you.
You walk over the paddock on the catwalk as you whistle for
Ronnie, but she doesn’t come out of the trees. The guests are lined up at the
glass, waiting to catch a glimpse of her, but you begin to get worried. Did her
wound get infected? Is she sick?
When she was little, the size of a raptor, she got sick once
and you went into the cage every day so she could lay her head in your lap as
you soothed her. Now, as she won’t respond to anything the trainers try, you
decide to go in the paddock. Sarah, a guard tries to stop you, but you won’t
As you walk in, you can hear the crowd begin to get louder,
shocked at the idea of someone actually going in the cage with her. Finally, as
you call her name, she steps out of the tree line, slightly off balance. She
bends down in front of you and drops to the floor, knocking you to the ground
and pinning you down with her head. You winced as she does this but hold back
your scream. You’re pretty sure she broke a rib or two, possibly your leg, but
there were hundreds of people watching, and the last thing you wanted to do was
cause any panic.
You see Sarah rushing to the door with her tranquilizer gun,
but you throw your hands up to stop her.
“I’m fine!” you shout. You motion above your head to one of
the trainers for a mic and she tosses you her headset. You wince as you reach
out to catch it, sure that something is definitely broken.
“Hello folks,” you say, adjusting your volume for the
speakers. “I am perfectly okay!” you hold your arms in the air for reassurance,
holding back a whimper. “This here is Ronnie, and she’s been a little sick
lately. Apparently she thinks she can still fit in my lap like she did when she
was little.” This gets a round of laughter and you try to keep up the smile. “We’re
going to close the exhibit and get a vet in here to make sure she is okay. We
should be able to open it back up by tomorrow. Until then, feel free to watch
videos of her feeding in the Visitors Center.” You wave to everyone then reach
down to pat her snout as the throngs of people are ushered out of the exhibit
by the guards. When the gates open, you see none other than Owen Grady rushing
in beside Sarah.
Ronnie seems very sick as she doesn’t even move at their
entrance. Sarah pulls your legs out from under her head and you moan in pain.
“Can you walk?” she asks.
You clutch your stomach in pain, “No. I think she broke a
few ribs. God it hurts.” You don’t cry but you can’t help the few curses that
pass your lips as Owen puts his arms under yours to help you up.
“I didn’t mean for it to go to your head when I called you a
badass; you didn’t have to fight her.” He says, chuckling, but his face
remained tight. You could see he was genuinely concerned for you. You wince
again in pain as the set you on the medic’s cart and Owen sits beside you. As
they drive you towards the clinic you look at him.
“What are you doing here?” you ask, sounding rather rude
simply due to the pain.
“I wanted to make sure you weren’t mad at me. When I said ‘that
thing’ I didn’t mean-“
You cut him off. “Owen, I wasn’t mad. I was just…
He looks at you like he doesn’t understand and you go on. “I’m
not looking for a boyfriend Owen, or a hook up or whatever it is you do.” You glance
at him and he’s still staring at you. “I’m here to work, and after lunch I just
felt like I was getting too comfortable with you.”
You avoid looking at him now but he puts his hand on yours,
dropping the subject. “That was really brave.” He says, drawing your eyes back
up to his. “I mean, she literally broke you and you just played it off like it
You just shrug, “Yeah, well, I didn’t want people to start
panicking. Besides she didn’t do it on purpose, she’s obviously not feeling
well.” Your heart begins to hurt as you think about her being sick and wishing
you could be by her side.
“She’s going to be okay,” he says, understanding your
silence. “When they take you in, I’ll go check on her to make sure she’s okay.”
You smile at him again, trying to remember exactly why you were trying to stay
single. Just because one guy messed you up, it doesn’t mean that they all will.
“Thank you, I’d really appreciate it.” The medics get you to
the front door and there’s already a gurney waiting for you; Owen watches as
they load you onto it and just before they wheel you away, you look at him, “Thanks
for the flower. It was beautiful.” You watch him grin as he gets farther and
farther away and you head off to get patched up.
Or, having three babies in the house at once is like, really fucking hard, Henry is occasionally still creeped out by his brother in law, the demon, Stan is pretty much Grandpa, and Mabel definitely has her hands full.
Amidst all the much more serious thoughts I like to have about the Homeworld Gems, I also think about the fact that we haven’t really seen much of them, Jasper and Lapis in particular, and they probably have plenty of quirks and traits that we just have no idea about.
Like maybe Jasper can’t smell at all and gets really offended when anyone mentions how something smells because wELL I WOULDN’T KNOW WOULD I
Maybe Jasper has absolutely no patience for military formality and given how lackluster her enthusiasm was in The Return, she’ll pretty regularly just sprawl out and make herself comfortable. If she has a desk she probably puts her feet up all the time. Her subordinates don’t even bother standing at attention any more they just wander in like “hey I have a report.”
Maybe Lapis has unexpected interests that she’s extremely passionate about and while most of the time she just sort of keeps to herself and doesn’t try to engage people, there are certain topics she will go on half-hour monologues about the importance and history of. Just because she’s the Ocean Gem doesn’t mean she can’t care about the stars and astronomy in general; after all, she’s been there without anything between her and the view.
Maybe Lapis just has an incredible head for heights and this leads to her needlessly standing on tall things because she’s used to it and it makes her comfortable, and has the sense of balance of some kind of mountain goat. Lapis sitting on telephone poles watching people, because maybe she doesn’t want to talk to the residents of Beach City yet but they’re alive and moving and going about their lives, and it’s something.
Maybe even when Peridot’s not recording she’s so thoroughly in the habit of talking to herself that she’ll have entire one-sided conversations and not realize she’s doing it until someone replies to something she was positive was just in her head.
Maybe Peridot specifically made her hands the way they are because she hates most tactile sensations and so changed them into something that’s mostly numb and so durable she can put them through heavy industrial work without incident.
I am announcing today that for the first time since AD 2005 a higher-resolution copy of goat on a pole has finally been obtained. Although its true final form remains hidden, this advancement in spiritual technology will enable new investigations into the mysteries of goat on a pole theory with unprecedented precision.
The file enclosed herein is now the canonical representation of goat on a pole. Please update your records.