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Alex Karev Imagine

Alex Karev Imagine
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Suggestions: Reader is a Trauma Surgeon married to Alex. She’s pregnant and doesn’t know how to tell him. Owen and Her go to a school shooting, where she is confronted by a shooter, so she distracts him by saying she’s pregnant, which throws him off guard. Her and Owen return to the hospital, where Reader tells Alex she’s pregnant.
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Originally posted by tatianasemmy

You wondered for days about how you were going to tell Alex. You were his wife. You told him everything. What you can’t tell him is an important detail that can change both of your lives for better or for worse. You didn’t know what to do, honestly.

“(Y/n), they need surgeons at the school shooting,” Owen walked over to you.

You nodded.

“Yeah, you got it. I’ll find you when I’m ready. I have to tell Alex so he won’t be worried,” You told him.

He nodded and went off. You ran off, finding Alex in the E.R.

“Alex,” You breathed.

“There you are, I’ve been trying to page you for 10 damn minutes, where were you,” He asked.

“I was near the O.R. I’m heading to the school, okay? They need surgeons.”

You rubbed your sweaty hands against your scrub pants.

“No, you can’t go near a guy with a gun, the last time that happened, I almost had a heart attack.”

He held your shoulders and kissed your forehead.

“Stay, I don’t want another heart attack.”

He walked off. You grabbed a kit and sighed.

“I’m ready Owen,” You told him, getting in an ambulance.

The ambulance ride was nothing but silence. Silence… It killed you. You wanted to say something, but it wasn’t the right time. You got out of the ambulance and looked around. Time to get to work.

“We still have people inside,” You heard someone shout.

You gave Owen a look. He nodded, running inside. You followed, sneaking around the halls quietly. It was something you didn’t want to do. You looked in each class, pursing your lips in concentration. You just so happened to be in a high school. Seems unexpected, right? You walked down the hall by yourself, losing Owen a few halls back. You turned a corner hand held up your hands, meeting with a boy with a gun, interestingly enough. You stared at him.

“Don’t move,” He growled, the gun shaking in his hand very violently.

“I’m not. I’m staying right here.”

You tried to stay calm, but fear had other plans. You shook a little bit too, but it wasn’t visible.

“You’re my ticket out of here.”

“Sorry, I can’t. I’m a surgeon, a doctor in easier words. You don’t want me as a hostage, trust me. This isn’t my first ticket around the carousel of guns and bullets. You look like a smart kid, you don’t want to do this. You’ll put the gun down. C’mon, it isn’t hard. Set it down and walk away.”

“And be unarmed, no thanks.”

You heard footsteps run. You turned your head slightly and saw Owen right there.

“We got everyone out (Y/n),” He muttered, looking past you.

You turned your head. The kid had his finger on the trigger.

“Before you shoot me, I have a question.”

“I have no time for games-.”

“Would you shoot a pregnant woman?”

The kid’s eyes almost popped out of his head.”

“Would you? Before you shoot me, I should tell you. I’m pregnant, 3 months, and I haven’t told my husband. I shouldn’t be here, but I am. Now… Would you shoot a pregnant woman?”

The kid was baffled. He stared at you with a shocked look as he held the gun up to you.

At the hospital, doctors stood around a TV, after finishing with the victims of the High School shooting.

“We have reports that there are 3 people still inside the high school: 2 Surgeons and the shooter. Hold on, I’ve got another report… Okay… It appears that shots have been fired inside the high school. In other words…”

Alex stood, covering his mouth with one hand. Meredith grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it tightly.

“It’s not Owen and (Y/n), no, it’s someone else. It’s someone else with Owen, okay,” Derek looked at the two.

“We can’t find (Y/n) anywhere. She wasn’t in the E.R. and she wasn’t in the O.R.,” Meredith told him.

“She’s not there.”

“We now have live footage that the shooter and surgeons are out of the school,” The reporter said, seeing the camera turn towards the front of the school.

You and Owen walk out. You had the kid, dragging him behind you as he struggled in his tied sweater. Owen held the gun in his hand. You had an annoyed look on your face as you were talking to the kid. Part of your conversation could be heard.

“I can’t believe you would! You’re a dumb kid, I’ll tell you that much. You don’t shoot at a woman, if you do that, you get hurt, and I don’t like hurting people.”

“Geez, you started it kid,” Owen sighed.

“None of the surgeons were harmed,” The reporter looked into the camera again.

You and Owen caught an ambulance to the hospital.

“You’re in trouble,” Owen looked at you.

“I know. I’m ready,” You shrugged, shutting your eyes.

“And congratulations.”

“Thanks, although, I’m not worried about the hospital… I haven’t told Alex. I should’ve, right? I haven’t told him since I found out. I feel so worried, like he’ll end up leaving me after I tell him. Alex is sweet, and if I told him sooner, then I wouldn’t even feel like this. I don’t want to, but hey, that’s what I do. I wait until it’s too late.”

The ambulance stopped, and the doors opened. You got out and walked into the E.R. Claps erupted the room like a thunder storm. People congratulated on you and Owen surviving a terrible disaster, and you both just smiled and waved. You turned your head slightly and saw Alex. He stood, giving you a look you couldn’t explain. You sighed. You walked up to him and crossed your arms.

“I know you’re mad,” You mumbled.

He just stared down at you.

“I’m pregnant, by the way. I should’ve told you sooner, but I was afraid. I thought I would be getting people out instead of meeting the end of a gun, so I’m not going to risk my life again, although I’m a Trauma Surgeon, this is what I do, so… I’ll behave. I’ll listen to you. I won’t do anything without you know ever again. I’m sorry, Alex.”

You sighed, finishing off your small mini speech and turning around. A hand grabbed your arm, spinning you around into a hug. A hand held your head closely, and you were blinking twice.

“God, you’re an idiot. I should yell at you, but… I’m too relieved to yell at you.”

Alex held your face in his hands.

“And you’re pregnant? Now I can’t keep my eyes off of you. You’re too much to lose.”

He kissed you and smiled.

“You’re mad,” You muttered.

“I am, but you made me feel better by telling me you’re pregnant.”

“You knew?”

“Yeah, I knew, but I kept it to myself, just until you tell me.”

You frowned.

“Now you make me feel even worse.”

“Stop frowning, you’re just going to get a hard time.”


“Because you’re going to be on maternity leave.”


“Don’t whine, you’re going to get all the care in the world from me.”

A Friend Thing To Do

Pairing: Owen Grady x Reader

Author: @star-pratt

Words: 1510

Request: For the sentence prompt thing could you please do Owen Grady: “I kind of wanna make out with you. Is that a friend thing to do?” by @multifandommarvel0214

Author’s Note: This is cute and angsty so, ya know, enjoy!! Thanks to my amazing friend @lovelydob for proofreading this for me!!

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Part 3: Haunted Halls

Originally posted by strangerthingsedits

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Max leaned against the wall. Her eyes nervously flitting amongst the people in the crowd. Her eyes stopped when she picked Lucas out. So she strode over catching the boy off guard.

He shifted nervously. His grip on his backpack tightening slightly. “Hey Max what’s-”

“Who’s (Y/n).” She noticed how Lucas tensed slightly. His eyes were wide as he eyed her cautiously.

“How do you know about (Y/n)?” Lucas asked quietly. 

Max noticed the way his eyes scanned the crowd as if assessing the situation. His posture showing how uncomfortable he was with this conversation. She snorted slightly though. They were just talking about some girl… What was there to be frightened of. “Mike mentioned her yesterday… So who is she? Why haven’t I met her?” She questioned.

Lucas shifted from one foot to the other an uneasy breathe escaping him. “Max whatever you do. Don’t mention her around Mike alright?” His eyes were narrowed slightly as he gently grabbed Max’s wrist.

Max protested slightly and squirmed in his grasp as he led her a little ways away. She scowled as he let go of her wrist. “What the hell Lucas-” She had started to snap however he quickly cut her off.

“Look do you want to hear about (Y/n) or not?” He asked crossing his arms. He seemed so guarded in that moment. The mere thought of (Y/n) tormenting him. He had buried almost any thought of (Y/n) deep within himself and locked it away with a key.

Max noticed the way Lucas’s whole demeanor shifted. She let out a huff and replied, “Yes.”

Lucas bit the inside of his cheek as he glanced away. A small sigh escaping him as he turned to face her once more. “Alright… (Y/n) was our illusionist in our party. We were all really close, but a week or two after Will came back she vanished.”

Max frowned slightly as she glanced at the crowd of kids once more. She searched for Mike for a quick moment before returning her gaze to Lucas. “So she just vanished? I don’t see what the big deal is. She probably ran away.”

Lucas practically bristled at Max’s words. A scowl forming on his face at the thought. “Listen (Y/n) would never run away. You have no idea how much she meant to our party. So don’t talk like you know her Max.” He hissed.

Max paled slightly at the intense look in Lucas’s eyes. She frowned more an uneasy feeling coursing through her. “Look Lucas-”

“Guys!” Mike’s voice rang through the air catching the two off guard. Lucas gave Max a look of warning as he stopped in front of them. “So we’re gonna keep searching for Dart right?”

Dr. Owens bit his lip as he stepped into the room. Drawings littered the floor and an untouched tray of food laid on the floor. “Hey (Y/n),” He said quietly. His eyes flickering over the girl.

(Y/n)’s body was quivering as she felt it pulsating under her skin. Her eyes were shut tightly as she tried to confine it to her veins. “Hello Doctor,” She mumbled knowing what day it was. That was the only day he ever showed up in her room.

His footsteps were light as he made his way to her side. He crouched down and pressed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry… I couldn’t convince them again… But the portal needs to be contained.” His voice was quiet, but her head still pounded every time he spoke.

He didn’t like Dr. Owens much. It was because Owens caused him pain. He could hardly care about (Y/n)’s pain, but He liked to try and convince her that He cared. She could feel his virus writhing just within her neck desperately trying to take hold despite her protests. God when had she last fallen asleep? “It’s fine Doctor,” She muttered.

Perhaps Dr. Owens had more to say, but it seemed he would not say it that day because at that moment a searing pain flooded (Y/n)’s veins. An unholy shriek escaping her as tears escaped her eyes. Her body began to convulse as Dr. Owens shouted something that seemed oh so distant in her mind. Her last thoughts before He took control was of Mike. She managed to call out for just a moment within herself.

Unaware of Will who shot up in a cold sweat. His body quivering as he realized what he saw in his dreams and what he heard. He had seen (Y/n) in trouble and had heard her voice say one thing.


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I’ll be the Jane to your Tarzan. (Owen Grady x Reader)

Original Request: Hi, can you write a Owen x reader where she’s the low-key, little shy, smart, physically average type of girl. She works at the paddock but Owen never really noticed her and she’s seen him being a womanizer. Still she can’t help but has a big crush on him (more because of his personnality and alpha work side). Fluff ending please. Thank you <3

Warnings: None, shy reader maybe, swearing and a little arguing before the big man comes to the rescue? I kept it short, just because no one likes an arguing cowbag

Hope you love it sweetie! It’s a lot shorter than I would’ve liked, but I know how you’ve waited. If you want, just mention and I’ll do a longer Part II! 

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Request: For the jurassic world theme, can you write a Owen x reader where the Raptors think she’s his mate and they only find out when she’s accidently in the cage with them and Owen goes to rescue her? Thanks

A/N: I didn’t actually think I’d get any, so thanks for the request! I love jurassic park and world, and also Chris Pratt 😂 so yay for that. I hope you enjoy!

You loved your job. You’d spent your whole life surrounded by animals, and you’d always known you’d end up working with them, but never in your wildest dreams had you imagined that you’d one day be working with actual dinosaurs. Every day was an adventure since you’d moved onto the island, four months ago, and you genuinely loved your job.

You could tell it was gonna be a rare cold day as you sat on your porch and sipped at your morning coffee, watching the sea rage a few feet past your house. You tilted your head to allow the breeze to caress your warm neck, trying to bring you back down to a normal temperature. You couldn’t afford to be ill. Not on the one day Owen had asked you to cover his training session with the raptors. You really didn’t want to let him down, so you chugged the rest of your coffee and got to your feet, heading over to his bungalow to see if he was ready.

“Hey Neighbour,” a voice called as you rounded the corner and you smiled as you saw Owen sitting on his porch steps, waiting for you. He nodded at the darkening sky and smirked. “Looks like I can’t be your eye candy today. Rain means I have to keep my shirt on,” he teased, and you chuckled and flipped him off. The two of you were regularly flirting since you’d been working together, innocently so far, but you both knew there was something there. Just neither of you had acted on it yet. Everyone at work thought you were dating, and even one of the ride operators in the main park had once addressed you as “Owens missus”. First and probably the last time, though you knew everyone pretty much thought the same, so you’d stopped fighting it a while ago. It probably didn’t help that the two of you were always together, flirting and laughing about something. Even his raptors had noticed it, and they watched you whenever you were near. You had yet to go into the paddock with them as the look in their eyes didn’t make you think they would take too kindly to you. From where you were standing, it looked like they were jealous of Owens divided attention, and you were not going to give them the opportunity to eliminate any threat to their pack.
Which was why you were somewhat anxious about going solo to cover Owen today, made only worse by the fact you weren’t feeling 100%.

Owen picked up on that when you got on his bike behind him and wrapped your arms around him.

“Y/N, you’re really hot, are you feeling OK?”

Brushing over how shit you felt, you just squeezed him and chuckled. “Now Owen, I understand that I am indeed very hot, but I ask that you keep your comments strictly professional during work hours.”

He scoffed but said nothing more, which was good as you were starting to feel slightly lightheaded and had to focus on keeping your arms around Owen and not throwing up on him.

You were so focused on not passing out that you hadn’t even realised you’d stopped until Owen was patting your hands on his stomach and you opened your eyes and realised you were outside the raptor paddock. Feeling your face glow red, you quickly let him go and got off the bike, taking a quick step backwards. “Sorry. You’re just too irresistible. I find it hard to tear myself away,” you smirked, earning a quick chuckle, but you knew Owen wasn’t convinced.

He watched you for another second before turning his bike off and stepping off to stand in front of you, putting a hand on your cheek to feel your temperature. “You sure you feel ok? You don’t look so great.”

You might have taken offence usually, but you couldn’t be bothered with the argument. Instead of saying anything, you moved forward and rested your head on his chest, closing your eyes for a moment. You felt him tense up a little, but then he put his arms around you and rubbed soothing circles into your back.

“Come on Y/N, I’ll take you home.”

You quickly pulled back and shook your head. “No. You’ve got that thing today. I’ll take it easy and let you make it up to me,” you offered with a cheeky smile. Owen took the bait with his usual flirtatious comment.

“Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?”

You winked and backed up another step. “You could start by buying me a drink and we’ll see from there.”

Owens face showed his surprise but before he could reply, the skies opened and suddenly the rain was coming down hard enough that you both sprinted for cover, laughing and hands linked. You’d gotten used to the storms that hit the island that lasted a few minutes, so you knew it wasn’t gonna prevent Owen from his errand to the other side of the island.

He pulled you under the cover of the bridge and laughed at how soaked you’d gotten in the few seconds the rain had been hammering down. You smiled too, still holding his hand, realising how much you loved his smile.

You didn’t realise he’d spoken until you noticed him staring at you, looking amused, so you waited for him to repeat himself.

“I said, this is a cliché moment from a romance film.”

Smirking, you decided to be brave and squeezed his hands while pulling him closer. “Well if you don’t kiss me now, everyone is gonna be disappointed.”

Once again, you’d taken him by surprise, and for a moment he just watched you carefully, searching for any sign that you were joking. After another moment he seemed convinced as he tugged you forward and caught you in his arms, chuckling when you gasped, before tilting you backwards, his mouth inches from yours. “This romantic enough?”

You clung onto him, making a sound of protest, even though you knew he wouldn’t drop you, and after a moment he laughed and stood up, pulling you with him. You felt your heart thudding, waiting to see if he was going to let you go or not. He looked like he was debating it, but then moving slowly enough to be stopped, he leant down and pressed his lips to yours. You’d imagined kissing Owen a lot over the past four months, but never had you imagined that he’d actually be nervous about it.

When he pulled back, he searched your eyes quickly, saying nothing. He opened his mouth to speak, but you just sighed and kissed him this time, your hand on the back of his neck playing with the short hairs there. His hands moved to your waist, tugging you even closer, earning a smile from you as you bit his lip gently and moved your head back. You were both breathing fast, staring at each other with dopey smiles on your lips.

“I think we about covered it,” you whispered, your smile widening when Owen laughed and squeezed your waist a little.

He looked like he was going to say something, but then his phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket and frowned at the screen. “I have to take this, but we’ll talk about this later,” he promised as he started heading for his bike, still grinning at you. You watched him go, the same look on your face, even after his bike had disappeared into the trees.

“Well it’s about time,” someone said from behind you, and you turned to see one of the cleaning ladies who you spoke to on occasion. She was smirking at you, and you felt your face burn, much to her amusement. Scampering away, you tried to push thoughts of Owen out of your head while you got to work. It didn’t take long for you to realise it was unlikely to happen, even with the raptors in the paddock beneath you, staring up at you like they wanted nothing more than to sink their teeth into your neck. You’d have been more concerned with them if you hadn’t just figured out that the dizzy feeling in your head wasn’t because of Owen, and you thought you were going to pass out.


You turned towards the voice, not knowing who it belonged to, but not caring either. You took a step towards them, knowing you were about to pass out.

“Y/N!” They yelled as you reached for a railing to steady yourself. You don’t know if it was the wet metal, or maybe you were standing closer than you thought, but either way, whoever had yelled your name wasn’t close enough to stop you from toppling over the edge and into the enclosure.


Owen hadn’t stopped grinning to himself the whole ride across the island, and by the time he made it to the park, he was practically whistling with joy. Thoughts of Y/N were clouding his mind, and he was happy to let them. He could almost still feel her lips on his and the way she gently scratched the back of his neck. He’d almost blew off the meeting with the owners to stay with her after that, but then his phone had rang and he’d been brought back. Still, it was just a reason to get through the meeting quickly and then go back to her. He’d missed a few calls on his way to the park, but he knew it’d be Claire, probably telling him he was gonna be late, so he’d ignored them.

When he made it to the car park, he found Claire already waiting for him. Before he could roll his eyes, she was rushing towards him, her eyes wide with alarm. Immediately he knew something was wrong, and he jumped off his bike, running to her. Before he could even ask, she spoke and his heart stopped in his chest.

“It’s Y/N. She fell into the raptor enclosure.”

His brain didn’t want to  comprehend what she was saying, though it was also showing him the bloody images of what they had done to her. When he didn’t speak, Claire started babbling. “We tried to call you, but you weren’t answering, and no body knew what to do…”

Owen snapped out of it and grabbed her shoulders. “Is she ok? Are my raptors ok?" He demanded, knowing how trigger happy some of the security could get, and if the raptors had gone for Y/N, they’d have likely put them down.

Claire shook her head quickly and pushed him back a step, back towards his bike. "Owen, they still have her…”

Without waiting to hear another word, he got back on his bike and sped back the way he had came, all thoughts of his meeting forgotten. All he could do was pray that he got there before they killed her.

He got back in record time, intercepted by Barry as soon as he stopped, not even caring as he dumped the bike on the gravel and started running for the enclosure.

“What happened?!” He demanded, twitching to run for the cage, though he knew he had to remain calm or he could make things a lot worse.

Barry was breathing fast and a little lost. “She fell. I called to her when she started swaying, but she fell in with them and we can’t get her back. They wont let us near her, but we cant get a clear shot… She needs medical attention…”

Owen didn’t wait to hear anything else, approaching the cage doors quickly. He could already see the raptors circling Y/N’s unconscious body.

Steeling himself against what he was about to do, he opened the door and walked in.

When you came to, there was a pounding in your head and your whole body ached, but you didn’t think you were gonna puke, so that was a good start. Or at least you thought so until you opened your eyes and found yourself staring up at a metal bridge. You were confused for a whole second before you felt something nudge your leg and you looked down and saw Charlie nosing your leg.

Holding in a cry, you closed your eyes again and tried to keep calm, quickly trying to think of a way out of your current predicament.

You knew the raptors were smart and liked to hunt their food, so if you stayed still, you might be able to give a rescue team longer to get you out alive.

So you lay still for a few moments, trying to assess what damage there was to your body without moving too much, just in case you had the opportunity to get up and run to the door.

You knew that wasn’t gonna happen though. Your head was still spinning like it had been when you collapsed, so you’d be lucky if you could crawl away.

Over the next few minutes, anyone who got too close to the enclosure was snapped and snarled at by the raptors, so your chances of escaping with no casualties were getting slimmer.

You were contemplating trying to run when you heard the only voice you wanted to hear right then.  “Stand down. Blue, back up. Now.”


You opened your eyes and watched him approach, his hands out in a calming gesture as he slowly moved closer to you and the raptors.

Unlike the others, they let him approach the cage, and didn’t make a sound of aggression. You watched in amazement as they moved aside for him, allowing him to get closer to you. He seemed wary but called out to you while still gesturing to the raptors. “Y/N, you still with me?”

You didn’t dare speak, afraid of triggering an attack from the raptors, but you caught his eyes flick to your face and the way relief flooded his face.

“I’m gonna get you out of here, ok?”

You nodded, barely a dip of your head, but you knew he saw. You trusted him, you just weren’t sure how his raptors were gonna take it if he got too close.

Your answer came barely a second later when the raptors started making a strange nickering sound. You’d heard them do it before, but you were surprised to hear it at that time. They were trying to comfort Owen.

Owen realised too, stunned when Echo started pushing him closer to you. Then he seemed to realise what was happening, and despite the situation, Owen smiled. He closed the distance between you and carefully kneeled at your side. He said nothing about the raptors and instead spoke to you while gently squeezing your hand, still watching his raptors. “Can you move?”

You nodded and allowed him to help you sit up and then stand on wobbly legs. His strong arms supported you while you tried to stand by yourself and take a step, but you were still so dizzy that it was going to be hard. Owen didn’t hesitate to pick you up in his arms and start heading for the gate, no longer seemingly concerned with the raptors.

You were too ill to even care, just burying your face in his neck and focusing on not passing out again.

You knew as soon as you were in the clear as there was suddenly more people surrounding you, hounding the pair of you with questions and trying to see if you were hurt. Thankfully Owen got them all to leave while he carried you to the medical bay and placed you on a bed.

About 15 minutes later, the doctor was done checking you over, luckily finding nothing wrong except a touch of fever. She recommended bed rest and gave you some pain killers before leaving you in the room with Owen.

He’d been leaning against the wall the whole time, listening to the doc and making sure you were ok. He didn’t say a word until you were alone, at which point he walked over to your bed and sat down beside you, giving you a small grin. “So the raptors like you,” he breathed, earning a chuckle from you.

“Obviously. I’m delightful.”

Owen laughed out loud and leaned forward, resting his head on your shoulder, staying that way for a second before turning his head and kissing your neck, bringing a smile to your face as you ran a hand through his hair.

“Thank you,” you whispered, knowing he’d understand. Instead of just nodding, he moved back and watched you for a moment before clearly deciding he could say what was on his mind.

“Would you believe me if I said you could have stood up and walked out of there as easy as I could?”

You pulled a face but said nothing, waiting for him to explain. He took your hand and squeezed, looking a little nervous as he explained. “I’ve noticed it for a while but wasn’t sure until today what their behaviour around you was about. I suspected, but didn’t say anything…”

You didn’t have a clue what he was on about, which must have been written on your face as he started playing with your fingers while he explained.

“They’ve accepted you into the pack. As an Alpha.”

You frowned at his words, confused as to what it meant for him as the alpha.

“But you’re the Alpha. There’s only one alpha in a pack…” You started, but Owen gave you a nervous smirk and filled you in.

“Unless the Alpha finds a mate. Which is what they think you are. They clearly read us better than we did and  have accepted you as their alpha female…”

You were stunned. You knew they were smart, but they still amazed you with that. You took it as a good sign then. You had their blessing, so you figured you should make a go of things with Owen.

And hey, if it didn’t work out, you could always set your raptors on him.

You repeated your thought to Owen who scoffed and pointed out that he was still also their Alpha. “And what makes you so confident they’d betray me so easily?”

You laughed and gave him a cheeky smile before leaning in and whispering in his ear. “Sisters before misters.”

I Can Fix That - Owen Grady One Shot

Reader falls into cage and is pretty shaken up so Owen distracts her with sex

Warnings: Smut (hence the description)

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Being around dinosaurs everyday always had something new to bring.  Some days the girls would listen exceptionally well and follows their commands the first time around, weren’t so great. And on those days you could cut the tension with a knife. Thankfully, today was not one of those days.

Coming out of your thoughts, you turned to look at Owen as he began calling out commands to the girls.

“Blue! Hey, Don’t give me that shit.” Owen shouted in  alpha voice.

“And we’re moving. Good. That’s damn good. Hold!”

Taking that as your que to bring over the bucket of rats, you smiled at Owen from afar.

“Hello Y/N,” Hearing Hoskins say your name made you cringe on the inside. “Did you consider my offer?” He said referring to the date you declined a few days ago.

“I already said no.” You said letting the annoyance slip. Thankfully Owen say Hoskins harassing you and stepped in.

“Ah, Owen! You and I both know what I’m here to talk about, as I’ve been talking about it for the past month or so. The raptors responded wonderfully today.”

Both you and Owen rolled your eyes as you ignored Hoskins and walked back towards the girls with Hoskins still following you.

Handing Owen the bucket, you complimented him on the good work the girls have been doing. Hearing him mumble a thanks, probably still pissed at Hoskins even having the audacity to continue asking about using the raptors for army purposes.

Tossing each of the girls one rat each, Owen dismissed them.

“Pig Loose!” The newbie yelled from the other side of the catwalk. Hearing that, Hoskins pushed past you as you reached down for an animal grabber.

It all happened so quickly, one second you were standing beside to Owen on the catwalk, the next you were lying on your back gasping for air.

“Y/N! Don’t move I’m coming!” Owen yelled as you felt the pounding of feet on the ground.

Maybe this was it, this is how you were going to die. Accepting this fate, you braced for the first bite. Instead you heard the opening of the safety cage and Owen yelling commands telling the girls to stand down. You sat up clutching your probably broken rib as Owen came to stand in front of you.

“Blue, stand down! Hey! Delta I see you.” Owen said as Blue kept creeping forward as you backed towards the safety cage.

“Barry come grab her. I said stand down Blue!”

Barry wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you on to your feet as you scrambled to get into the cage.

“Close the gate.”

“No!” Barry and you said simultaneously.

“You guys have to trust me on this. Close the gate.”

Looking towards Barry, he shook his head as he regretfully hit the button to shut the gate.

Forgetting to breathe you watched as Owen backed up and skillfully threw himself under the gate as the girls ran after him, sticking their muzzle into the slots between the bars.

Standing up and dusting off his pants, Owen looked up at you.

"Y/N, are you okay?”

He said putting his fingers under your chin moving your head around so he could see if you had any scratches or marks on your face

“I think I broke a rib or two but other than that I think I am okay,” You said pulling him into a hug. “But thank you. For saving my life.”

Finishing off your sentence you smiled at the way he slightly nuzzled into the crook of your neck. But not wanting to get too comfortable you pulled away, trailing your hand down his arm.

“Well, I’ll take you to the doctors and you can come back to my place and I’ll keep an eye on you-”

Owen said, possibly embarrassed at the last part. “Unless you aren’t comfortable with that?”

Nodding at him with a slight smirk you said “Sure, I’d like that.” Gesturing for him to lead you to his motorcycle.

Once the doctor had finally finished the x-rays and gotten them printed out, she informed you that you hadn’t broken any ribs, but you were going to need someone to keep an eye on you for a week or so.

Pulling up to Owen’s bungalow, you couldn’t help but gape at the view he had. Feeling the bike shift, you snapped you head to look at Owen who was holding a hand out to you. Taking it you blushed slightly at tingling sensation you got from the contact, but grimacing slightly at shooting pain you got from your abdomen.

“You okay Y/N?”
“Just shaken up a bit. And my back is sore. But other than that I’m swell.”
“Alright, lets get you inside.”

“Mi casa es su casa.” Owen said holding the door open for you, stepping into the bungalow you noticed that it was fairly clean; for a guy. Planting your butt on his couch, you thought about how close you were to death. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shifted your weight sending pain shooting up your back which made you wince.

“Woah, be careful, Y/N. Don’t need you injuring yourself any further.” He said helping you move on to your back. Patting the space behind your head Owen sat down and moved the hair out of your face.

“You know, I’m so grateful I had you there to be my knight in shining armour.” You said giggling slightly.
“I think it’ll be awhile before I go back to the raptors.”

You didn’t even need to think about the girls before you got goosebumps.

“I’m glad you think that,” He said smirking at you. ”Do you want anything to drink or eat?”
“No thanks. I just need something to take my mind off the pain and stuff.”
“I might have something in mind.”

When you said you needed something to take your mind off of the pain, it wasn’t in a sexual way. Sitting up to face him, you were about to say that but he had already pulled you on to his lap.

There was no denying that you thought Owen was attractive, you just thought that this would never happen. Especially like this. Looking into his eyes for like what felt like forever you couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss him. Letting yourself get carried away, you ran your arms up his and laced them in his hair, grabbing on to it as he lightly bite you bottom lip. Owen placed his hands on your waist, being careful to not hurt you. Smiling slightly into the kiss you pulled away desperate for air.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Owen I’m fine.”

Locking lips once again he ran his hands over your butt giving it a slight squeeze, causing you to moan into the kiss. Taking the chance Owen slipped his tongue into your mouth. Owen, who was most definitely anxious to get his clothes off with any girl surprisingly took his time in moving both of you to the bedroom.

He gently laid you on the bed you couldn’t help but stare at his toned body as he pulled off his shirt. Just the thought of him naked was enough to make you ignore the pain in your back and nearly tear your shirt off, aching for Owen’s touch. Pulling him down into a fierce kiss you moved your hands down towards his belt buckle fumbling to get it undone. Finally getting it undone, you ripped it off as Owen pulled your hands away from him and placing them by your side.

“If you feel any pain or are hurting you have to tell me, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Nodding, you pulled him back down to you. He peppered kisses down your neck and in between your breasts, stopping to lift you up to unhook your bra in one swift motion. Owen began attacking your neck, running his tongue over spots on your neck he had viciously been sucking on. Your breathing was erratic and you couldn’t handle the fact that you and Owen still had barriers, blocking your skin-to-skin contact.

“Up.” Owen said letting you lift your hips so you could discard of your shorts.

Pushing him off of you on to the bed next to you; you straddled him, leaning down to suck on his tan skin, starting at his neck and making your way down to his highly toned abs. Slowly backing off his hips, you looked up at him and flirtatiously bit your lip as you toyed with the hem of boxers after you hastily removed his pants. Hearing him groan as he threw his head back only made your heat pool even more in your panties. You slipped off his boxers to reveal his wonderfully sized dick, erect with a bit of precum coating the head. You couldn’t stop yourself from putting up your hair and starting strong. You licked up and down his shaft before licking the head and taking in his entirety.

“Holy fuck, Y/n.” He said, a hint of shock laced in his voice.

Bobbing your head up and down, you looked ahead to take in Owen’s expression. Seeing Owen like that provided a whole new perspective for you, his eyes were screwed shut, and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Occasionally in between moans he would try to complete sentences which mainly consisted of your name and “fuck, shit”, etc. His voice filled the room when you continued at a faster pace. Pushing yourself to the limit deep throating him every time you moved down, you could feel him throbbing in your mouth. Taking him out of your mouth you wrapped your hand around his shaft, stroking him at various speeds to finish him off.

“Just like that, baby.” Owen managed to get out while watching you lick up all of his cum.

Once you finished swallowing you moved over him and kissed him lightly. Owen pulled you close and flipped you so you were on your back. As he hovered over you a smirk played upon his lips before planting soft kisses over your breasts, taking some time to suck on the skin around your nipple, then sucking on it; appreciative of the head he just received.

Moving on from your breasts, he gingerly kissed down your stomach and stopped at your hip bones before kissing on the inside of your thighs. Taking his first lick your breath hitched in your throat surprised by the sudden pleasant sensation.  

Lick after lick, you began to squirm as he sucked on your clit earning a moan from you. You were extremely sensitive when it came to being eaten out and with every touch you swore you could feel Owen gazing at your small frame squirm after the slightest touch at your clit.

“Fuck! Owen! Fuck, yes!” You half moan, half yelled.

He kept his head buried between your legs as your euphoria took complete control of your body while you fought to keep your moans in.

“Fuck-” Similar to Owen you could barely make out sentences. “I’m- Oh fuck! I’m going to cum, Owen!”

Feeling him smile against your heat you nearly fell apart as he slipped a finger in, and then another, moving them slowly as he discovered (quite quickly you would say) where your g-spot was.

“Are you this wet for me,Y/n?”
“Yes-Oh, fuck! Owen, oh!” You said, as he picked up the pace hitting your g-spot each time, making you arch your back.

A tense feeling in your lower stomach began building up and soon after you felt your juices leak over Owen’s fingers. You took a few deep breaths before finding the courage to look at Owen as he licked his fingers clean of your cum. Seeing that made you feel like you could cum all over again. Both of you sat up to face each other breathing heavily before leaning in once again.

“Are you sure you’re okay, you haven’t said anything the whole time. Except when you said I was going to make you cum.”
“Yes, I’m fine. But just take it slow at first please.”

You kissed Owen once more before latching your lips on to his neck, leaving a few marks that were already forming bruises.
Owen grabbed you by the waist and laid you down as he slid inside of you, letting you adjust to his size.

Even though his thrusts were slow and causious, he continued to make you feel amazing. With every stroke he hit your g-spot and with that you could feel yourself coming undone as he complimented that with the way he massaged your breasts and left you hickeys wherever he wanted them.

“Owen, faster. Oh! fuck me harder please!”

You could feel him hesitate above you but you gave him a reassuring kiss. You were thankful that Owen didn’t go too much faster, but fast enough to make your vision cloudy with each thrust.

“Shit, Y/N! Fuck! You’re so beautiful.” Owen said in short and choppy breathes.

Wanting more you moved your hips up to meet his. Racking your nails down his back as his hips met yours at a faster pace. Looking up at Owen you embraced the sight of his body, sweat glistened on his arms and face. Your face also had a coat of sweat but nobody looks nearly as good as Owen did in that moment.

“Owen, just- Oh! just fuck me, please!”

Eventually you heard Owen mutter something along the lines of “screw it”, and the outcomes of that were oustanding.

At first it cause your back some pain but it faded into a new kind of euphoria. He thrusted at a rate that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and made you ball your fists in the sheets so much your knuckles looked like snow. Owen and you were really going at and after awhile you could feel your legs go numb. Curse words and moans were the only things that left both of your mouths until you moaned to Owen once again that you were going to cum.

“Fuck! Owen- Oh god!” You yelled as you pushed yourself up to meet his thrusts.

Feeling the familiar release of tension in your stomach and the dripping of your juices between your legs, you closed your eyes and slowed your breathing. Owen placed a kiss on your forehead as he collapsed on the bed.

“That was really fucking good.” Owen said before pulling you into him and wrapped an arm around you.

“I could say the same Mr.Grady. But I never pegged you as a cuddler.” Snickers came from the both of you as you quickly passed out in Owen’s arms.

Are You Jealous?

Pairing: Owen Grady x Reader

Author: @star-pratt

Words: 2050

Prompt #57: Wait a second… are you jealous?

Author’s Note: I had @mf-despair-queen​ pick her favorite prompt I had for all of Chris’ characters and she picked this one and I was excited to write it and basically wrote it in one day! I hope you guys like it, enjoy! Oh, she also proofread it for me because she’s awesome!!

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Dat Ass (Owen Grady x Reader)

Written for owen-alpha-grady because he tolerates me and my nonsense.

You always saw Owen Grady as invincible. How could you not? You knew about his past in the Navy, and you certainly knew about his present; training bloodthirsty velociraptors. He held a sort of…electricity to him. It was pronounced and strong. The type that demanded attention, and those demands never failed to be met. The second he’d arrive at the paddock every day—always right on time or early—the entire atmosphere changed. People went out of their way to make sure they said hello to him. They had more purpose in their actions. But most noticeably, everyone relaxed as if a simultaneous thought of oh, Owen’s here now, we’re safe had swept over the paddock.  

Except that wasn’t what happened.

From day one, Owen had held a sort of power over you. One that tinted your eyes with rose colored glasses, and melted your world away when he was around. In truth, everything stayed the same when he arrived, for the most part. People went about their business; the lazy ones stayed lazy, and busy ones still had that frantic fuck-i-have-so-much-to-do look on their faces. You were the only one who relaxed and worked with more purpose. But you didn’t say hi. You could never say hi.

The crush you had on him was embarrassing. It reduced you to this puppy dog state that you thought only high schoolers could experience. You were convinced that he was a product of photo shop, what with the way you could see the outlines of his body underneath those fitted clothes he wore daily. But it was his personality that really got to you. He was casual and laid back, yet, often times his military background would show through. He was confident. He took no shit. But he was also kind, and loving; and all of those traits would show through at once when he interacted with the velociraptors. But perhaps the only thing more pathetic than your constant staring, was the way you seemed to lose control of yourself every time he spoke.

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DWTS S25 Premiere Week 1 Recap / Review

DWTS S25 Week 1…Here we go..Here we go again

Recaps [Here]

  • Three Musketeers: Carrie Ann, Len & Bruno are back. You know as much as I love Julianne as a judge & I really do, as well as some guest judges, it’s nothing like the seeing the 3 original still kicking after 25 seasons. 
  • Only one judge speaking per couple, ehhh right. lol
  • Next Week: 2 Eliminations & 2 Dances. Monday: Ballroom Night & Tuesday: Latin Night

1.Terrell Owens & Cheryl Burke - Cha Cha (5+5+5=15)

Cheryl was the secret 13th pro, no real surprise, she’s been away for a bit, but they almost always come back (looking at you too Mark Ballas). I’m just gonna put it out there, I’m not the biggest Terrell Owens fan but I won’t let it cloud my judgement of his dancing. I actually think he could do well, DWTS loooves a tall, dark, football player with twinkly toes.. Cheryl is a good pick for him. This was a nice, standard cha-cha for a premiere nothing too exciting, he’s got rhythm & musicality. His footwork was a lot cleaner than expected, obviously could be sharper among other things. He’s kind of flat-footed, but he has the work-hard mentality that could see him trend up mid-season.

2. Debbie Gibson & Alan Bersten - Foxtrot (6+5+6=17) I’m familiar with Debbie’s long career but knowing she struggles with Lyme disease & his pushing herself to the max for this show gives me a whole a new respect for her. Alan has been busting his butt in the troupe & as a stand-in for some seasons so it’s nice to see him get a chance to show his stuff as a pro. Beautiful foxtrot to debut with, her & Alan are cute together. Debbie is very striking on the floor, there are times when she was right on it & then a little stiff and weal posture at times. I can sense a breakthrough coming.

3.Sasha Pieterse & Gleb Savchenko - Cha Cha (6+6+6=18) I have never watched Pretty Little Liars so she’s a virtual stranger to me but I predict she’ll be around for some weeks with the PLL fan-base. She seems to have fun personality. Gleb is not my favorite, he has yet to truly impress me. I think Sasha was holding back her Fierce (prepare for season long Sasha Fierce puns, it’s happening…).She seems to be comfortable out there but hopefully she’ll really let loose sooner than later. There’s a lot more there. Best footwork so far, I just wished they used more of the floor…

4. Drew Scott & Emma Slater - Foxtrot (6+5+5=16) I’m one of the 10 people that don’t watch HGTV, but I do know who the Property Brothers but I don’t have an opinion on them, except Drew is the more attractive one, don’t @ me.  What I do know is Drew got lucky getting paired with reigning champ & DWTS sweetheart Emma. Their popularity should take them far. Easily my favorite choreography of the night so far, it was charming,, on the nose, but pretty jam packed, she made him work more than any other celeb so far. Len is right, that he’s pretty clunky with his feet & hands, hopefully that can be sorted over time. I can’t be too hard on him he had more to do than a lot of celebs. 

5. Barbra Corcoran & Keo Motespe - Cha Cha (5+4+5=14) I’m probably the biggest Shark Tank fan that exist, don’t ask why I just am. So I’m super jacked to see Barabra she’s one of the best and most entertaining sharks. I hope she doesn’t get cut too soon. What can I say about this dance, except I loved every minute of it. I love seeing people live their best life, especially people of a certain age. You got money, power, respect & fame, why not live as much as you can , what’t there to lose? Barbara totally embodies that. This dance definitely had Patti Labelle “In Da Club” vibes. Of course she can greatly improve& I hope she does, but most importantly I hope she continues to have as much fun as possible. 

6. Jordan Fisher & Lindsay Arnold - Tango (8+7+7=22) I’m not a jet setting millionaire so I never saw Hamilton, so I’m not familiar but he’s with Lindsay & that’s enough for me pay attention to him. They seem poised to go really far. He’s charming, cute & has a lot of promise. This tango was fast as we’ve come to like on this show, and pretty sharp. Best footwork, choreography & partnering so far.

7. Nick Lachey & Peta Murgatoryd - Cha Cha (6+6+6=18) Obviously, Nick’s brother Drew won Season 2 with Cheryl but who cares anymore, that was back when the show was less flashy & looked like it was shot on VHS. I’m not really in the mood to hear about this “rivalry” all season. Because, we unfortunately have to focus on Nick vs his wife Vanessa with Maks this season. I was over the competing couples when Alexa Vega & Carlos Pena were on & I’m over it now. It is cute they’re respectively paired with married couple Peta & Maks. Nick is not the most rhythmic celeb, with ironic because Peta is one of the more rhythmic pro’s. He’s stiff but what he lacks in technique, he makes up for in enthusiasm. I’m sensing Vanessa might be the better dancer of the two, at least I’m hoping.

8. Vanessa Lachey & Maksim Chmerkovskiy - Cha Cha (7+7+7=21) I gotta say marriage & fatherhood looks great on Maks. I’m glad my prediction was right, Vanessa is better than Nick. She’s actually really good, one of the best of the night. Maks’ sharp footwork suited her well. Her placement is clean, swift & sharp. One of the most synced partnerships tonight, I want to see her go far.

9. Frankie Muniz & Witney Carson - Foxtrot (7+6+6=19) I haven’t heard much about Frankie since early 2000′s except his car crash some years back but he looks healthy, happy & wealthy (those Malcom in the Middle checks had to be nice). They really benefited from a great, emotional song (Sign of The Times). For someone who once broke his back you couldn’t tell, his extension was really good. To be so shy, Frankie dances very broad, he’s got a great early connection with Witney. Definitely a highlight of the night. 

10. Nikki Bella & Artem Chigventsev - Tango (7+7+6=20) Nikki is about the only name I recognize from the WWE Diva’s. It’ll be interesting to see if she can reign in her dominance to let Artem lead her. Len is absolutely right, her looking down almost ruined the dance, I thought she was uncomfortable at first then I realized she was just watching her feet. When she was in hold it was great, her legs are super long which make for great lines. She’s got great confidence & attack, can Artem contain it? 

11. Derek Fisher & Sharna Burgess - Salsa (6+6+6=18) Derek is Laker legend, I’m excited he’s paired with Sharna who plays no games. NBA players need redemption on this show, Derek might be the guy to do it. His hips & footwork will need work, I think he needs to loosen up more, but he’s super enthusiastic about the whole experience. That ending was super close, Sharna almost ate it..

12. Victoria Arlen & Val Chmerkovksiy - Cha Cha (7+6+6=19) Victoria’s story is remarkable being paralyzed for 10 years, competing in the Paralympics, winning Gold & Silver & learning to walk a year ago & now DWTS & she can’t even feel her legs. Like what are you doing with your life right now? Victoria has a winner’s spirit, she’s incredibly resilient and partner with Val that can take her a super long way. Plus she can actualy dance, there’s no sympathy card in this pairing, Val gave her some challenging choreograph, not just for her situation. The routine was fun, uplifting & matched her spirit and personality. The fact that she can’t feel her legs just blows my mind when watching her dance and sync with Val. The placement was great & clean. These two are ones to watch, she’s got a great story, she’s got Val & she’s got moves. 

13. Lindsey Sterling & Mark Ballas - (7+8+8=22) Lindsey is an incredible violinist who is no stranger to the DWTS stage, having guest performed & she’s also close friends with the Hough / Ballas family already, so this seemed like a natural pairing all around. Obviously great to have Mark and his hair back on the show, he’s a personal favorite with Val. This was by far the single best performance of the night. Quick, sharp & technically sound. Mark took a risk with that hip-hop breakdown but Lindsey murdered it. It was complete flip on what you expected from her as Len noted, something Mark is good for. She’s such a natural and exuberant performer & Mark is such a seasoned pro, it’s a match made in heaven. Honestly, I believe Mark has been robbed many times (Chelsea Kane, Katherine Jenkins, Paige Vanzant) it would be nice to see him win his so long overdue 3rd mirrorball trophy & Lindsey might just be the partner to get it done. Tied for the top with Jordan & Lindsay

Honestly it’s so many celebs that I enjoyed Week 1, I can’t honestly imagine what 2 I would want go home next week.

Next Week: 2 Eliminations & 2 Dances. Monday: Ballroom Night & Tuesday: Latin Night

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Who were your favorites? Who do you think will or should go first?

Roman Reigns: The Sneakiest Heel Turn in History

There are very few superstars in the WWE more polarizing than Roman Reigns. I think it’s safe to say he’s reached the “John Cena” level of adoration from the younger fans and hatred from the older ones. Many wrestling fans are turned off by his perceived inability to be smooth in the ring, his at times lackluster microphone skills, and the way it seems that WWE is relentlessly pushing for him to be the top guy.

Take one cruise through social media, though, and you’ll see that possibly the largest complaint about Roman is this: Why won’t he turn heel? It’s a pretty understandable inquiry when you consider how wrestling works. There are countless examples of wrestlers who struggled to get over as good guys, but were turned to heels and saw better success.

Most fans feel like Roman would be better off as a heel because more of his natural personality could shine through. Many are clamoring for the moment when Roman has the moment we’ve come to define as a “heel turn.” Something to make us stop and say “Oh, yeah, he’s a bad guy now.” When it comes to Roman, though, I think there may be something that fans aren’t taking into consideration. In nearly every conceivable way, Roman Reigns is very much already a heel.

Think about it. He does essentially everything that a heel does. He’s cocky, he’s arrogant, and he’s unconcerned with how fans feel. He wins matches you don’t want him to win, he shows up when you don’t want to see him, and he says things that get fans’ blood boiling. He’s every bit as heel as The Miz or Kevin Owens.

I’m reminded of a time when then newly crowned WWE champion Roman Reigns walked out on an episode of WWE Raw and made one of the most “heel-like” statements I can remember a babyface ever making. In the midst of boos and jeers from the WWE Universe, a half-smiling Roman said slyly “I’m not a bad guy. I’m not a good guy. I’m THE guy.” That’s not something I’d expect to be said by your top good guy.

If you look at his actions recently, you see even more bad guy tendencies. In years past, when a WWE legend returns to take on a current main event talent in good guy on good guy action, there’s clearly a heavy amount of respect involved. Even if there’s initial conflict, it always ends respectfully. The Rock v. Hulk Hogan, John Cena v. The Rock, and Shawn Michaels v. The Undertaker are all examples of this.

In his recent feud with the Undertaker, Reigns has shown everything but respect. He has gone as far as to tell The Undertaker that the ring was “his yard.” A term popularized by Taker himself in the early 2000’s. He’s even left The Undertaker laying flat on his back in the ring with a vicious spear. It may be kind of strange to think about it this way but maybe while we’re all waiting on WWE to pull the trigger on a Roman Reigns heel turn, maybe the truth is that it has happened right under our noses.

There could be many reasons why, regardless of all this, the WWE hasn’t outwardly marketed Roman as a heel. He is still very popular among women and children, which is where a lot of his merchandise sales stem from. Whatever the case, it remains clear at least on television that he isn’t being relegated to the box of just being a straight up good guy.

Roman’s natural cockiness and “I’m better than you” attitude shine through just a little bit more every week. He acknowledges the fans just a little bit less every week. Each time he’s on TV, he seems to embrace the boos of the crowd just al title more. We’ve been screaming for a Roman Reigns heel turn for months. We never noticed that WWE may have snuck it right in under our noses.

My Boys Drabbles - Thomas (Part One)

Hi Guys!

After such a long hiatus, My Boys is back! And this time around, we are going to explore the only pregnancy I haven’t fully written about. Thank you @jia911 for proofreading this so fast!

  • The Prompt: 

@cizavilation I think was the one who asked me to write about Thomas’s pregnancy.

  • Timeline:

This one sets just one or two days after The Return (the story when Cristina is back in Seattle). 

My Boys Drabbles – Thomas (Part One) 

Amelia let out a sigh of frustration, watching as a strand of hair was blown from her nose.

She was bored.

It was no secret she considered that mandatory hospital meeting a complete waste of time and judging by the yawns and amount of empty coffee cups around the big round table, her colleagues felt the exact same way.

One by one, Amelia examined the facial expressions of the other heads of department. Alex Karev seemed too entertained playing with a loose thread of his white coat sleeve. Meredith Grey repeatedly twisted the lid of her Starbucks drink, looking like she wanted to be anywhere but there. Jackson Avery was having a hard time keeping his neck straight and not falling asleep. Only Maggie seemed to be paying attention to the words of the seventy-something infectious diseases specialist who gave that exact same lecture on infection control and prevention every trimester at the hospital.

Amelia knew that every hospital had an ICC, or Infection Control Committee, a division that worked both preventing and helping treat hospital related infections. Every three months, the ICC of Greys Sloan mandated that all hospital workers attended lectures on continued education programs. But the heads of each department had to sit through an exhaustive meeting where data was shown and discussed.

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An anon sent me a message that said ‘Omg please use your amazing writing skills to create a long fluffy fic about what happens when Owen takes Amelia home. Them eating together and him helping her into bed and fixing her bandage pleaseeee.’ first thing, thankyou so much anon, this made me smile a lot <3 I don’t think I have a amazing fic writing skills, but thankyou xD I hope you like it :)

They pulled up into the familiar driveway and it took a few seconds before either of them actually decided to move and get out of the car. Darkness surrounded them, even more so since the area around the house was pretty enclosed with trees. Amelia slowly stepped out of the car, planting her feet on the ground below and looking at her new surroundings. Even though she had been here in the time she had been away, she had never stayed for longer than a few minutes, or any longer than she had to. Now it was different. Now she was here to stay.

“Are you coming? It’s getting cold…” Owen said with a smile, waiting a few paces away from the door for his wife to follow. “Do you need any help…? uh, I can…” Owen thought out loud, hurrying over to where Amelia was still standing, she hadn’t even moved an inch.

“Owen, it’s okay.” She said, walking towards him and gesturing for him to move along when she caught up. “Now who’s holding us up.” She said with a small grin.

Owen unlocked the door and turned on the light, the light switch being literally on the very first wall you came across when entering the house. The lights sprung on all around the living room and Owen headed over to the couch, putting down Amelia’s bag which he had insisted on carrying before they had even left the hospital parking lot. Amelia didn’t move, she stood absolutely still in doorway, looking like she had just arrived on an alien planet, and she didn’t quite know how to proceed.

“Do you want to-you should sit down.” Owen said, moving the bag onto the floor so there was space for Amelia to sit on the couch and put her legs up if she wanted to.

Amelia didn’t say anything, but walked over to the couch and sat down. She sat right at the closest edge and lifted up her legs so she was sideways on, squishing herself back into the pillows and accidentally letting a yawn slip out. She was still so tired, yet practically all she had done in the hospital was sleep.

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Title: Too Close
Pairing: Alex Karev x Y/N
Requested?: Yes; “ Can you a Alex Karev imagine where he gets jealous of how close you and Owen or somebody else are and he goes off on you”
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POV: 2nd Person

You knew very well that Alex got jealous easily. You realized that a while ago. But you didn’t think that he’d be jealous of someone close to you. Sure, someone at Joe’s Bar that was hitting on you, you could see that. Owen was your brother’s best friend. When your brother was killed in combat, Owen was the one who relayed the news. He also was there to comfort you after it actually settled in that your brother wasn’t coming back. When you and Alex got together, Owen was supportive of it. He was the only person whose opinion you trusted.

“Y/L/N, Mr. Fisher needs an full neuro exam and probably a head CT when you have the chance.” Owen explained, handing you Mr. Fisher’s chart. You thanked him before heading behind the curtain where Mr. Fisher and his wife were.

“Mr. Keith Fisher? I’m Dr. Y/L/N. I’ll be your neurologist this afternoon.” You started. You explained the simple tests to the elderly couple, who seemed to be happy with your hospitality. Leaving the room, you managed to run into Owen once again.

“Such a lovely couple.” He made the usual small talk that you two usually made this time of day. It was really the only time of day that the ER wasn’t filled with patients. So it was a great time to start talking to each other.

“I agree. I want to be in a marriage like theirs. It seems so… So real. You know?” You handed the chart back to the nurse at the nurse’s station. Owen chuckled at your statement. He put his hand on you shoulder as the two of you started walking away.

“You and Karev have that chance.” He said, still holding onto you. You looked at him. Almost studying him.

“Really?” You replied with wonder and awe in your eyes. Owen rarely lied to you. You knew that you could trust him to tell you the truth and give you an honest opinion about anything. So, when he said that, your heart swelled. You loved the idea of starting something with Alex. A family, maybe.

“Yes, really.” Owen turned to you. “Now, let’s get some food.” He excitedly grabbed your hand and led you to the cafeteria area. Little did you know that Alex as watching you and Owen interacting. And he didn’t like what he saw.


“Mr. Fisher’s head CT is back.” You sighed, glancing at your pager. Owen gave you a sympathetic look and started to stand with you.

“Tell me the diagnosis.” He requested. You nodded and started to radiology.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called from the familiar voice that you fell in love with. Alex stalked toward you with anger and a little bit of what seemed to be jealousy in his eyes.

“What’s-” You started. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into one of the exam rooms. Of course, they had to be right in this area. “I have patients! I don’t understand-”

“Do you love Owen?” He blurted out. You looked at him, confused. Of course you didn’t. You just couldn’t get the words out fast enough before Alex kept going. “Or like him? You sure spend a lot of time with him to be ‘just friends’! I’m not stupid, Y/N. You don’t tell me anything anymore! Why don’t you just be with him then? Would you be happier?!” He screamed at you. You could barely keep up with all the questions that he flung at you.

“Alex. Please, calm down.” You tried. He just shook his head and started to walk away. But you weren’t gonna let that happen. You quickly grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face you. “I love you.” You said. And that was the beginning of story time. You told Alex everything. About your brother. What Owen did for you. Everything. By the end, he was holding you close as you let your guard down.

“I’m sorry that I got jealous, Y/N. I’m such a terrible boyfriend.” He caressed your hair as you heard your pager go off again.

“Oh crap! I forgot.” You exclaimed, getting off the floor. Alex chuckled, standing too. Before you left, you gave Alex a hug. “You’re not a bad boyfriend. I love you even if you are an ass sometimes.” You chuckled. He gave you a goodbye kiss and watched you leave. After that, he didn’t get jealous when you and Owen were together. In fact, he encouraged it sometimes. You needed a person who you could count on and you got two.

Everything Will Be Fine

Hey guys! So, here’s a little one-shot about “What if Amelia opened the door in the last scene?” and joined with this prompt here. It’s very small compared to the other ones I wrote, but I didn’t want to drag it that much, I wanted to go straight to “the talk” we want so much. So anyway, I hope you enjoy it and please give me your feedback :)

Owen sighed. He felt tired. Tired of searching, tired of waiting. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. Again. And just like the last time, there was nothing he could do about it.

After knocking on the door one last time, he slowly shook his head in disappointment and turned to leave, catching a glimpse of Stephanie Edwards standing on the other end of the hallway. But, before he could take a step further, Owen heard the door being unlocked behind him.

“Hi.” He heard her soft voice behind his back, stopping him on his tracks. It had been such a long time since he last heard that sound, that his heart skipped a beat in response.

Turning to look at her, Owen saw Amelia standing on the doorway with an exhausted and defeated look on her face.

“Hi.” He replied, but didn’t move an inch, not knowing what else to do.

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Blue gets mad at reader whenever she is near Owen because she wants to be Alfa female

Owen Grady x reader

Requested by: Anon

“Oh my god! Look at her, she’s so mad at you!”
Owen laughed and kissed you on the cheek. You felt his soft lips touching your skin. They were warm and steamy. He pressed his lips for a few seconds just to see Blue’s reaction. She was always so angry when he was next to you. Owen’s eyes were fixed on Blue, who followed all his steps. He wrapped his strong arms around your body, and pressed you against his chest. Blue was so angry that she rushed to the bars near you and roared. She wanted to be the alpha female, and felt threatened by you. Owen loved to tease her.
“Owen…stop it! Poor girl!” You said feeling sorry for Blue.
“You shouldn’t be sorry for her. She want to kill you.” Your boyfriend looked at you with a very serious expression. You know that he used to joke like that, but at that moment, you were hesitant. It looked like he was really talking serious. He withstood a little, but seeing you upset, he burst out laughing. You rested your head on his chest in relief.
“You scared me for a moment!” You said poking his cheeks. Owen slid down his hands to your belly and tickled you with his fingers. You shrank your belly and giggled. Blue interrupted you beating hard on the bars. She wanted to call Owen’s attention.
“Well, it’s time for me to leave…I guess…” You said and hugged your apha’s neck. He glanced at Blue, then turned to you and kissed you affectionately.
“Someone is getting really upset. I have to tell her who’s in charge here!” You walked over your car and waved goodbye. Owen turned to Blue and frowned. She looked at you walking away, and after a while, she was completely peaceful.
“She’s not that bad.” He said referring to you. She growled and hit the bars again and her eyes almost burned with anger.
“Hey! Who’s the alpha? Right, me!” He imposed himself.

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The Journey - Part Thirteen

Previous chapters are HERE.

thank you @omelialover​ and happy birthday!

Timeline for Part 13:

This chapter sets entirely between 11x16 and 11x17. After Omelia’s last scene on 11x16 (when they are again interrupted in the on call room), Derek arrives home. Since it’s not mentioned on the show when exactly after this last Omelia scene he arrived, I let my creativity take over. I didn’t plan to end this chapter right where it did, but I had to, otherwise it would be too long. All I can guarantee is that, as always, I am not changing anything that happened on the show :)

The Journey – Part Thirteen

Amelia hurried from the Neuro ICU to the OR, trying her best to get over with what was left of her work obligations so she could make it back home in time. She hadn’t scheduled any elective surgeries for that Thursday, hoping to have an early finish at the hospital so she could get properly dressed and ready to go on her first date with Owen later that evening. But much to her dismay, not only she had been paged to the hospital at an ungodly hour earlier that morning, an MVC with four victims had also extended her workload, jeopardizing the entirety of her plans.

At first, Amelia had realized she was probably not going to have any time to even take a nap before the event like she’d planned right after her pager had buzzed at four am. But as the hours progressed, she started to wonder just how much time she’d have to actually get ready for the dinner party.

Men had no idea about this, but getting ready for such an event demanded a lot of time and energy. Unlike Owen, who would probably just shave, shower and put on a suit, Amelia had a lot to work on. He had told her he’d meet her at the front porch of Derek’s house at eight thirty and it was almost past seven when Amelia finally arrived home.

Going straight to the bathroom, Amelia showered and washed her hair in a hurry, blow-drying it right afterwards. She carefully inspected her legs to see if there were any missing spots from the waxing session she’d gone to a couple of days before and quickly moved on to work on her make up. She had just finished putting on her dress when, through the window, she saw her boss crossing the yard towards the house.

Looking at the clock by the nightstand, Amelia realized it was eight thirty on the dot. Damn Owen with his military punctuality. She made her way downstairs, wondering about her looks. The neurosurgeon believed to have made a very satisfactory job with the little time she had to pull off an evening look, knowing she could have done a lot better had she more time.

“Hey…” Amelia opened the front door before Owen could ring the doorbell, excited to see him.

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“...When Does It Stop?”

Requested by an anon. (!)Trigger Warning: Death Of A Family Member|Depression|Alcoholism. 

Originally posted by captain-busan

Bloo was never the one to drink more than about two and a half beers. Mostly because he knew how you’d get when he drank even a little more than two. You were strict with him, but you didn’t do it for no reason. You did it because you loved him. He knew how much he loved and cared about him.

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In The Rain or...In My Bungalow?

Smutty Owen/Reader scene where its been pouring rain all day and your both trapped in his bungalow and there is nothing to do so you just end up having sex. Prompt by Anon

You were forced to drive in the rain because your boss Claire insisted on you getting certain paperwork regarding the velociraptors behavior. You knew that Owen Grady wasn’t reliable when it came to getting paperwork done in time so you told yourself that you’ll help him out with it and be done so you can go home to your own bed.

As you drove up to the bungalow, it began to pour down hard. The rain drops pounding against the windshield. You put the car into ‘P’, grab your water-proof suitcase to use as an umbrella. When you open the car door, you made a quick dash towards the bungalow. However not thinking about how it is a bad idea to run in the rain, you end up slipping on the muddy ground and fall on your ass hard. You are a muddy mess and out of anger you started to curse at yourself for getting into this situation.


You hear a voice, distracting you from your fit of anger. You look up to see Owen Grady standing at the front porch of his bungalow, getting soaking wet from the pouring rain. He moves rather quickly towards you. You tried to stand up but you end up slipping in the mud again.

“Dammit.” You mutter under your breath.

Owen was by your side before you knew it, looking over you. “Geez are you alright ?”

“I’m just…peachy.” You told him sarcastically.

“You don’t have to be sarcastic, Y\n.” Owen says. “I’m trying to be helpful.”

He places one arm under the back of your knees and use the other on your back and lifts you up, carrying you back into the inside of his bungalow.

You’re surprise on how clean his place look, at least it looks clean. Owen had a few pairs of shirt lying around the floor, piles of what you guess to be various paperwork on top of a wooden table. The inside smelled of lemons and something else you can’t put your finger on but you did love the smell.

Owen sat you down on his old couch that was covered in stitch patches. Your body melt into the softness of the couch.

“You might wanna get undress.” Owen suggest. “You’re wet and kind of muddy.”

You slap your hand onto your face embarrassed. “Oh god I must look so hideous now. And I’m messing up your-”

Owen places a finger to your lips to silence you. “You still look beautiful as ever, Y/n. And don’t worry about the couch. Listen why don’t you use my shower and I’ll put your clothe in the washer and dyer. Deal?”

“Okay but I don’t have extra clothes…”

“You can use mines. I think you’ll look handsome in my work uniform.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.


“Fine. Just T-shirt and boxers.”

You went into his small bathroom and wasn’t really surprise that he only had some kind of walk in shower. You slowly discard your muddy and wet clothes and place them in a pile near the crack open door. You turn on the shower and step inside. Your muscles relaxes a bit from the gentle warm water. You start to think about how attractive Owen Grady is, how you always had this silly school girl crush on him. You thought about him touching you all over your body-

“Stop it,” You scold yourself for having such explicit thoughts about someone who is out of your league.

After getting out of the shower you find your clothes gone and a dry towel with a big t-shirt and shorts in place. You put them on and go to find Owen.

He was sitting Indian style on the floor, with a guitar in his hand playing a few notes. He wasn’t wearing a shirt so you saw his abs and-

“You smell really good, Y/n.” Owen said, not looking up from his guitar.

You blush. “Well it’s your soap I used.”

He looks at you with his usual cocky grin. “That’s what makes it better. Besides what on Earth made you want to drive out here in the rain?”

“Claire needed some paperwork. It will only take me 20 minutes-”

“Sorry to break it to you but it’s pouring down and it will be like this for awhile. And I don’t want you driving in this weather.” Owen informs you, his eyes serious.

“Claire isn’t gonna like this delay.”

“She will get over it.”

You sigh deeply, sitting back on his couch. Owen puts down his guitar and moves to sit next to you.

“Claire giving you a hard time?” He asks you.

You shake your head. “Not really. I’m just…I dunno. Ever since she went on that date with you..she’s be a little unbearable.”


“How did it go?If you don’t mind me asking…”

Owen scratches the back of his head. “Not fun. She is a bit too…controlling. Everything has to be perfect with her ya know?”

You chuckle.“Of course I know. I work with the woman.” You look at him. “I thought you like women like Claire.”

He looks back at you. “I went out with her cause she see nice and I’m not saying she’s not but…she and I are way too different. Besides I like someone else.”

You got curious and slightly jealous. “Oh and who might she be? Do I know her?”

“You.” Was all he said.

You was taking by surprise. Owen Grady actually like you. You. The biggest clutz in all of Jurassic World and the amazing raptor tamer likes you.

You felt as confidence took over your body as you reach over to Owen and kiss him on the lips softly. You can feel him tense up a bit, possibly from the shock of you kissing him first and then you can feel himself relax and he starts to kiss you back.

His tongue traces against your lips and you allow him to enter your mouth. You felt his hands caress your sides softly as his tongue was fighting against yours for dominance. His hard body presses against yours and you can’t help but to groan into his mouth. You can feel his erection growing and pressing against your bare thigh. Owen pulls away from the kiss and starts to plant soft butterfly kisses on your neck.

“Is this okay? Are you comfortable?”

Your mind is so clouded with lust, you merely nod but thought it was sweet of him to be concern about your well being.

He began to nibble on your neck and his hand trails down to your stomach and slips pass the waistband to rub your arousal. Your moans grew louder, almost high pitch. He rubs you skillfully and kisses you again to contain your moans. You felt yourself get closer and closer to climax-

He pulls his hand away and you groan at the lost of his touch. He merely smirks at you. “Eyes on me.” He orders.

You kept you eyes on him, letting him take off the shirt and shorts you borrowed from him. You lean back as he leans into you, his now darken green eyes never leaving yours. Owen places a soft kiss on your lips and moves towards your neck, the valley of your breast, navel until he was in-between your thighs. You feel his hot tongue on you and you would have jump off the couch if he didn’t have his hand place firmly on your stomach. He did a few more teasing licks before moving back up to face you.

You tried to hide your face using one of couch pillows because he look so intimidating but he sighs, snatching the pillow from your hands.

“Eyes on me.” He said deeply, his arm sliding under your neck while he uses the other to take off the shorts he was wearing. You bite your lip feeling the tip rub against your opening. You let out a moan as he slid into you slowly. It was sweet torture.

‘He’s big’ You thought.

He stares at you as he starts out his thrust slowly. Then he moves a bit faster and you close your eyes.

“Hey. What did I say?” He pulls on your hair, not hard enough to hurt but enough force to get your attention.

“Huh?” You moan as Owen starts to do slow but hard thrust.

“What.” Hard thrust. “Did.” Pulls out. “I Say.” He gives you a hard thrust. “Y/n?”

“Eyes on you.”

“Good girl.” He moves faster now, pounding into you. “I’m your alpha.”

You could feel your orgasm building up inside of you but Owen slows down again.

“Owen..” You whined, moving your hips.

“Say it… He growls softly in your ear. He starts to thrust into harder and faster now. “Who am I, Y/n?”


“Again,” He orders.

“My alpha.”

A few more thrust and your body began to spasm as Owen’s movement became erratic until you heard him groan, reaching his own climax as well.

The two of you lay there, listening to the soft rain and low crackling thunder. Owen hugs you close to his sweaty body, kissing your forehead.

“So how was it?” He asks you.

“That was…fucking great.”

“Wanna go for round two?”

You laugh at him. “Later. Now I’m tired.”