owen i love you

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grey’s meme · characters [7/9] · owen hunt
All this stuff you’re managing… you’re not supposed to be managing it. You’re supposed to be feeling it. Grief. Loss. Pain. It is normal. It’s not normal. It is - it is normal. It’s not normal to you ‘cause you’ve never done it. Instead of feeling it…feeling the grief and the pain…you’ve shoved it all down and you do drugs instead. Instead of moving through the pain, you run from it. Instead of dealing with being hurt and alone and afraid that this horrible, empty feeling is all there is… I run from it. I run off and I sign up for another tour of active duty.

agent curt mega &&. agent owen carvour

I’ve been pretending all my shots are blown
Cover my heart up never let it show
I’m shaking it off to find a higher low

So heavy the water
Oh so heavy the water falling

Down down deep down
Down deep down
Down down deep down

Can you hear me falling?

Not Without You (Owen Grady X Reader)

Fandom: Jurassic World
Pairing: Owen Grady X Reader
Word Count: 2,279 
Warning: Some sexual themes + language!!

You heard Owen’s motorcycle roaring onto the gravelly road, jumping out of your seat and rushing outside. You had gotten a call from one of his superiors telling you that he had almost died, and you were kind of furious at him.

“You asshole!” You huffed, repeatedly smacking his arm. “What were you thinking? What would I do if you died?”

“Hey, hey, take it easy, tiger.” Owen murmured, gently grabbing your fist and pressing a kiss to each of your knuckles. “I’m not dead. It’s okay.”

You growled. “Not yet.”

“You’re not going to kill me. Who would you find to provide for you if I was gone?”

“I can provide for myself, thank you very much.”

“Not for another five months, you can’t.”

You looked down at your slightly swollen stomach and scowled. “You’re the one that put this inside of me! If it wasn’t for you, I would still be working with the triceratopses.” You frowned. “Man, I miss my babies.”

Owen quirked an eyebrow at you. “Are you seriously trying to tell me that you didn’t want that just as badly as I did? If I recall correctly, you were the one asking for it,” He switched into a terrible imitation of your voice. “Harder! Oh, Owen, harder!”.

“Owen!” You shrieked, scandalized. “There are tiny ears in your presence!” You pressed your hands to your stomach, trying to block your unborn baby’s ears.

He grinned at you before shaking his head. “Now I need you to come on, a boat’s gonna be here soon and I need you to be on it when it leaves.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Do you honestly expect me to just leave while there is a giant, psychotic dinosaur on the loose?”

“Pretty much.”

You shook your head. “Nope, not gonna happen. I’m not leaving until you can leave with me.” You glanced at the gun slung over his shoulder. “And I have a feeling that that’s not going to be for a while.”

He looked at you, pretty obviously exasperated. “__y/n__, now is not the time for you to be noble! You’re carrying a baby, my baby, and if anything happens to you or that baby, I’d never forgive myself. Please just get on the boat.”

“I can’t do that.” Owen opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. “I can help, and you know it.”

He growled before stomping into the bungalow, returning a few moments later with a large knife, a pistol, and a holster for each.

“If you’re going to help, you need some weapons, Miss Stubborn.” Owen said, and before you could take them, he had kneeled down in front of you and was strapping a holster to each of your thighs. He carefully put the knife in a holster and snapped it shut, then proceeded to do the same with the gun.

“It’s pronounced Mrs. Grady.” You said, rubbing your chin thoughtfully. “I mean, I married you and you’re like five times more stubborn than me.”

Owen rolled his eyes and gently ran a hand along your tummy, pressing a kiss to the small curve before getting to his feet. “You are to stay with me at all times, understand?” Owen said, slipping into his “alpha” voice without even realizing it.

“Yes, sir.” You teased, and Owen sighed, hooking a hand under your chin and pulling you towards him, locking his striking green eyes with your __e/c__ ones.

“__y/n__, c’mon, this is serious.” Owen said firmly. “You need to be focused.”

You frowned. “I am! I just…I have to use humor to get through things, you know this.”

“Trust me, I do. Before we started dating, you spoke to me for a week in nothing but puns because you thought I had a thing for Claire.”

“Well, I mean, you did have a thing for Claire.” You pointed out, shrugging uncomfortably.

“I thought she was cute, sure, but I never wanted anything long-term with her. She is still way too serious for me.” He smiled at you, softly running his thumb along your cheekbone. “It was actually the pun speaking that made me realize that you were kind of perfect for me.”

“Really?” You asked in surprise. “You’ve never mentioned that before. I’ve been embarrassed about that week for years.”

“Even though that was the week we started dating?” Owen said, pretending to be offended.

“I was never embarrassed about that part, just the lead up to that. Some of my puns were so bad.”

Owen snorted. “Some?”

You lightly smacked his arm. “Hey! Some of them were pretty good!”

“Name one good pun.” Owen challenged, eyebrow raised curiously.

“…That was like four years ago! I don’t remember any of them!”

“That’s what I thought.” He said, kissing away the frown that made its way onto your face. “Hey, I’m just teasing. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You said, waving him off and acting like you were annoyed so that he would kiss you again. “I love you.” You murmured against his lips as you broke the kiss, before grabbing his hand and leading him over to his motorcycle. “Now c’mon, we have a dinosaur to stop!”

He shook his head, smiling fondly at you. “You are still not taking this seriously enough.”

“Says the guy who proposed to me with a ring he got out of a fifty cent machine.”

“You said you didn’t care about the price!” Owen argued, frowning as you climbed onto the motorcycle behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck as he started driving. “You know I don’t, I just don’t have anything else I can tease you about. You’re unfairly good-looking, extremely smart, super protective, awesome and dorky as hell, and you are really, really good in bed.”

Owen relaxed slightly, and you could practically hear the smile on his face as he spoke. “You really know how to flatter a guy, don’t ya?”

“I’ve had four years figuring out what you like to hear, so yeah, I’m kind of an expert on flattering you.” You squeezed his waist lightly in a hug as you travelled closer to the sound of human screams, dinosaur’s stomping footsteps, and staticky warnings from the park’s loudspeakers. “You know I only said that to get you to think of something other than the dinosaurs, right?” You murmured, because you actually did love your ring and you would never hold something like that against him.

“Of course,” He said, moving a hand from the handles to give your hand a gentle squeeze. “Thanks for doing it. I’m only worrying like ninety percent now.”

“Stop worrying. Everything’s gonna be fine, okay?” You knew that was a lie, you couldn’t guarantee that everything would be okay, but your mother taught you to believe in the power of positive thinking, and damn it, you were going to try.

“I still think you should get on the boat.” Owen grumbled.

“Owen, I love you and I completely respect your opinion, but there is no way in hell that I am leaving your side.”

“I know.” Owen said, sounding oddly proud of you. “And even though I’m still annoyed, it’s kind of making me love you even more.” He parked the bike and climbed off, extracting his gun from his back and holding it on his shoulder.

You followed, pulling your gun from its holster and turning the safety off. “You ready to kick some dinosaur ass?”

Your husband cocked his gun. “Hell yeah.”

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“Oh no, no, no, no.” You cried out, dropping to your knees and running a hand along Cera’s snout. “I’m so sorry, honey.” You stroked the triceratops as she groaned in pain, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “It’s okay, I got you.” You said soothingly, Owen watching you with a frown.

The tears you had been holding back finally slipped out of your eyes as Cera whined once more before dropping her head to the ground and falling still.

You pressed a kiss to her cheekbone before hastily wiping your eyes and standing up. You bit back more tears as you glanced around at your other prehistoric babies. Every single one was covered in long, gaping slash marks, and if they weren’t already dead, they would be soon.

You turned to Owen, a fire in your eyes that he had never seen before. “Nobody touches my three-horns. Let’s go kill that son of a bitch.”

(Owen should definitely not have been as turned on as he was by the authoritative tone in your voice).

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You smiled to yourself when you saw Claire’s nephews being reunited with their parents, before frowning. After Claire had hugged her sister, she had turned to Owen.

Claire was now hugging onto Owen a little too tightly, and you were really trying to not be jealous (Owen had saved her life a couple of times so you couldn’t blame her), but it was hard. Claire was gorgeous, and contrary to what Owen said, you knew that he had liked her when he went out with her.

Owen’s eyes met yours, and he smiled at you reassuringly, the smile that he reserved for you and that said “You’re the center of my universe and you’d better not forget it”. You relaxed immediately and the frown dropped off of your face, a soft smile replacing it.

A couple seconds later, Owen got out of the hug and made his way over to you, grinning brightly. “We did it.”

“We did.” You agreed, squeaking in surprise when Owen wrapped his arms around you and spun you in a circle.

“I love you so much.” Owen whispered as he set you back down, and then his lips found yours and you found yourself unable to respond. The kiss revealed Owen’s fear and his anger and his joy and his relief about everything that had just happened, and you kissed him with everything you had, trying to get him to think only about the good things instead of the bad ones. The kiss went on for an eternity, and nothing but Owen mattered to you.

“I love you too.” You breathed out when he finally pulled away, your words coming out airy and light.

“Are you ready to get off this island?” He asked curiously, tilting his head to the side like the puppy he was.

“Only if you’re ready to help me build a new bungalow.” You said teasingly.

“Oh no, you are not going to do any physical labor. We just spent the last day running from dinosaurs, and I am exhausted. We are going to go rent a hotel room and we are going to sleep and cuddle and watch F-R-I-E-N-D-S and order room service and just try to forget about everything that happened today.”

You grinned, leaning your forehead against his before pecking his lips. “That sounds almost perfect.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you, a silent question.

“I’ll show you when we get to the hotel, it’s not something that’s entirely appropriate to talk about in front of children.” You said with a wink, and Owen didn’t pry, just tossed you over his shoulder and made his way over to the boats. “This view is fantastic.” You murmured, eyes locked on his ass.

He turned his head to the side and smirked. “My view is pretty good too.”

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“Agh!” You groaned, your hand clenched tight around Owen’s.

“Just a couple more pushes, Mrs. Grady.” Your doctor said, peering between your legs.


“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” You said, glaring at Owen as another wave of contractions washed over you.

“I love you,” Owen responded easily. “Baby, you’re doing so good. She’s almost out.”

After a few more contractions and a few more hard pushes, you grunted and the sound of crying filled the air.

“One down, one to go, Mrs. Grady.”

“What?” You asked, looking up at Owen in confusion. He looked just as confused as you, raising an eyebrow at the doctor.

“You’re having twins.” The doctor explained, and you shared a look with Owen. Apparently your last doctor forgot to mention that.

“Ahhhh!” You whined, squeezing Owen’s hand impossibly tighter as your body was wracked with even more contractions.

The second baby didn’t take as long to come out, and you collapsed against your pillow as a nurse swaddled your son in a blue blanket.

Owen had tears slipping from his eyes as he cuddled your daughter, and he gave you a watery smile as a nurse handed you your son.

“You did it.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to each of your fingers on the hand that was still holding tight to his.

You shook your head, tears falling down your cheeks now too. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Owen chuckled, leaning down and kissing your forehead before handing you your daughter.

Your babies gurgled at you and you smiled, fingers gently tickling their little sides. They both giggled, making a laugh bubble out of your throat as well.

“What do you think we should name them?” Owen asked, one hand still threaded with yours and another rubbing your daughter’s cheek.

“I was thinking Cera for our daughter and Charlie for our son.” You said, looking at him sheepishly. “But if you have something else you want, we can-“ Owen didn’t let you finish, crouching down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

“Those are perfect.” Owen breathed out, his eyes glossy.

You grinned, looking at your family happily. Everything had turned out okay after all.

End.  <3

“He took something from me. He took little pieces of me, little pieces over time, so small I didn’t even notice, you know? He wanted me to be something I wasn’t, and I made myself into what he wanted. One day I was me Cristina Yang, and then suddenly I was lying for him, and jeopardizing my career, and agreeing to be married and wearing a ring, and being a bride. Until I was standing there in a wedding dress with no eyebrows, and I wasn’t Cristina Yang anymore. And even then, I would’ve married him. I would have. I lost myself for a long time. And now that I’m finally me again, I can’t. I love you. I love you more than I loved Burke. I love you. And that scares the crap out of me because when you asked me to ignore Teddy’s page, you took a piece of me, and I let you. And that will never happen again.”
- Grey’s Anatomy

“Coffee?” asked Ianto, appearing like a genie from an expertly rubbed lamp.
“I love you,” said Gwen, taking hers.
“I love you more,” Owen told Ianto, “and I’m prepared to have your babies.”
Ianto smiled patiently.

“Jack in his office?” Gwen asked Toshiko as she came over to the lab space.
“I guess. I haven’t seen him.”
“What are you doing?” Gwen asked. “Isn’t that…?”
Toshiko sat back, removed her eye-guards, and took a sip of her coffee.
“Yes it is,” she said. “Mmm, I love that man.”
“It’s me he’s marrying,” Gwen said.
— 

Border Princes by Dan Abnett (Torchwood Novels #2)

No one can resist Ianto’s coffee, and everyone is prepared to go to great lengths for it… not that I can blame anyone for wanting to marry Ianto.

‘I love you’


Fandom: Jurassic World
Reader x Zach Mitchell
Warning: Makeout session (if that even counts)


I was at the Mitchell’s house, waiting for them to arrive. As soon as I heard the news about what happened in Jurassic World I was afraid of what could happen to Zach and Gray, we’ve been friends for years and I’ve kind of a crush on him. The thing is that I communicated with their parents, they told me they were okay and that they would arrive home today.
I was sitting in the couch, nervously thinking of what I would say to Zach, when someone opened the door.
As soon as I saw him everything stopped, the speech I had planed didn’t mattered anymore and I found myself running into his arms and hugging him tighter than I’ve ever did. Luckily he hugged me back and everything felt right, like a hot bath after a long day or taking off your socks after walking all day.
‘Oh, missed you too Y/N. I’m so happy I’m alive too’ I heard Gray talk in my back and reality hit me. I ended the hug and realized everyone was watching us.
‘Sorry little guy, I’m happy you’re alive too, little guy’ I said smiling while I kneeled down and hugged him.
'Leave them alone Gray, sure they wanna talk in private’ Mrs. Mitchell said.
'Yeah, we’ll be at my room’ Zach said taking my hand and practically pulling me upstairs.
We entered his bedroom and we sat at his bed, with our hand still
intertwined. We just sat there in silence, but it wasn’t awkward at all.
'You know … I almost had a heart attack when I heard everything about Jurassic World. Like I couldn’t even stand the thought of losing you. You’re so important to me Zach, hope you know it’ I said looking him in the eyes, just wishing with all my heart he understood all I said and felt the same way.
'I love you’ he said out of the blue and I can’t said I wasn’t surprise. Apparently I made a face or something because he blushed and started apologizing 'OMG I didn’t meant to say that, I mean I mean it I really did but not that way … like I was hoping to say it but in another way. I don’t know, ehm, more romantic I-I-I just don’t know’
'I love you too’ I finally said and he was even more shocked that I was. This boy seriously thought I didn’t feel anything for him?!
We looked at each other for a minute and then, somehow, our lips met in the middle and the kiss started.
At first it was sweet, like we both were too shy to move on, but in the second he bitted my lip I just could help it and a moan slept our of my lips, only making him hotter. We started leaning and we end up lying on his bed, him on top of me, making out like there was no tomorrow.


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imagines-for-all-the-fandomsCan you please make a one shot of zach Mitchell from Jurassic world where he’s dating the reader and in love with her and one day he tells her and she says it back and they get into a heated make out session?

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“Stones”

“This stone is here in memory of my mother,” Owen told the young boy, who had just inquired as to the memorial’s purpose. Luke cocked his head at his uncle, his shaggy blond hair falling to one side, in a way that suggested that the idea of Owen having a mother was apparently inconceivable.

“I didn’t know you had a mother,” Luke said, somewhat in awe.

“Everyone has a mother,” Owen replied thoughtlessly, looking softly upon the stone that marked Shmi’s grave. Of course, Shmi had not been his real mother, but his stepmother. Her real son had been Anakin, Luke’s father–but he need not tell Luke that.

“…I don’t.”

Owen glanced over at Luke, jolted from his thoughts by the sudden melancholy that had crept into his nephew’s voice.

“You don’t what?” he asked. Luke glanced at Owen and kicked at the sand.

“Have a mother.”

Owen blinked slowly and ran his coarse, calloused fingers through his short hair. The conversation had just taken a turn he had not anticipated.

“…You did,” he replied stiffly, not entirely sure of how to approach the situation. Gentleness and nurturing were Beru’s strengths, not his. “Both of your parents died when you were very young, Luke.”

Of course, Luke had already known this. Owen and Beru had never kept it from him, nor had they ever pretended to be Luke’s parents. Luke knew that his real parents were dead. But never had Owen seen Luke appear so crushed by the fact as he did now… His big, blue eyes, ordinarily so bright and cheerful, now seemed to be shrouded with dark clouds.

“…Come on, Luke,” Owen urged finally, not wanting to see the painful image of grief on the face of a child any longer. “Let’s get back to the house. Aunt Beru must be getting ready to serve dinner by now.”

And so they left the graveside, with Luke reluctantly throwing mournful glances behind…


It was a couple of weeks later that Owen returned to Shmi’s grave once more, this time alone. He had just knelt down when he noticed two small stones–pebbles, really–beside the memorial. He couldn’t recall having ever seen them before, and though the winds of Tatooine were strong, they could not have possibly moved stones of this size. As Owen took them up in his hands for closer inspection, he was just barely able to make out the faint, clumsy, childlike inscriptions in the rock:

Luke’s mommy.

Luke’s daddy.

Owen stared at them at first. Then he bowed his head and clenched his large fists over the small stones.

In the midst of the dry, arid desert, moisture could be found in the eyes of a lone farmer, kneeling in the sand, with a sorry pebble in each of his rough palms.