You’re an idiot
Request- “So glad you’re back!! Could you do an imagine where (Y/n) is a worker at JW, and she happens to be at the paddock when the I-Rex escapes and, she’s hiding in the same truck Owen cuts the gas lines to? So when she realizes the truck isn’t going anywhere she’s incredibly frustrated takes and takes some of that frustration out on Owen when she finally meets him and he just kind of laughs it off before realizing she could help him with the situation and recruits her to get the I-Rex under control.” + “Can you do one where the reader has feelings for Owen but becomes a tiny ball of sass and hostility to try and hide it. Of course Owen sees right through that though. And yeah you can take that wherever. P.S I’m glad you don’t do smut. You rock and I love your writing.”
Requested by- Anon and @k1ttyturah
A/N- I kinda made them best friends. If you’d like it different I’d totally rewrite it! (IM TERRIBLY SORRY ITS SHORT AND I COMBINED REQUESTS AND IM SO SORRY. IVE BEEN SUPER DUPER STRESSED. BUT THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO HAVE MESSAGED ME OVER THE PAST FEW MONTHS! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND I LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH!) [ALSO IM ON MOBILE SO IM SORRY IF SPACING ISNT CORRECT! MY LAPTOP IS STILL BROKEN SO. And sorry for talking in caps!]
The large creature roared as the gate closed on her, you jumped into one of the trucks and ducked towards the back where supplies sat. You cringed each time she’d roar. Soon enough, her rumbling steps faded. You jumped in the front and tried to follow after her. The car wouldn’t move. You threw open the door, nearly beheading the beloved raptor trainer.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N! Watch it!” Owen shouted as he narrowly dodged the door. As you caught of a whiff of gas, you leaned towards the former Navy-man. Your eyes narrowed.
“You! You cut the gas lines! I was going to follow that thing! Why? Why in the world would you do that! You incompetent man!” You exclaimed before hitting his chest a couple times. He escaped your grip and rubbed his ,most likely to be bruised, chest.
“Hey! In my defense that thing would’ve killed me!” He argued, his green eyes narrowing. Within that second the anger drained from his face and he just laughed. And laughed. And laughed. You angrily stomped your foot.
“Why don’t we just go get that thing and get the fuck out of here?” Owen stopped laughing and nodded.