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Prompt by @mouserzwuzhere: Owen and reader go to a Halloween party as Fred and Wilma Flintstone… because dinosaurs.
A/N: AGH sorry school got super crazy before Halloween, so please enjoy my very late Halloween story. I know I haven’t written in a while, so I’ll try to fix that. I really enjoyed this one, because it was nice to write a character as truly awkward as I am. Anyway, hope y’all like it!
“I look so dumb,” you whisper.
“You look fine,” Claire replies.
“Claire, don’t lie to me,” you say. “I look so dumb.”
“It’s not your fault that I didn’t get the memo,” she says.
“Didn’t get the memo?” you fume. “You’re the one who told me to dress up. You even picked out my costume!” You gesture to the short, white dress you’re wearing, an oddly sexy version of a Wilma Flintstone costume.
You had thought the idea was cute, but now that you were here at the Jurassic World crew party and you were the only one dressed up, you felt anything but cute.
“(Y/N), relax,” Claire says. “You look adorable. The dress looks good on you. You know who’ll like it?”
“Owen.” You roll your eyes, trying to appear nonchalant.
“You like him, right?”
“Is this payback?”
“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.”
“(Y/N), trust me,” Claire says. “It’ll all be-”
“Claire, I thought you said this was a costume party!”
You look up at the sound of Owen Grady’s voice. It takes a couple seconds for you to process that not only is he shirtless, but his shorts are orange with black spots.
And then it hits you. He’s Fred Flintstone.
And all the pieces click together in your brain.
You turn to Claire, who’s doing her best to hide a growing smirk. She looks down at her phone and puts it up to her ear.
“Sorry, I have to take this call,” she says. You glare at her as she walks quickly away. Liar. You could almost swear you see a skip in her step as she exits the room.
“Claire told you to dress up too?” Owen says. You take a deep breath and turn to face Owen, doing your best to keep your eyes focused on his face, instead of…other things.
“Yep,” you say calmly. “I’m guessing she also picked out your costume?”
“Yeah,” Owen says, a little sheepishly. As people pass, they stare at Owen and you’re suddenly very grateful that Claire opted for something slightly more conservative for you. “I see we’re matching.”
“Yes,” you say. “I think Claire had some ulterior motives tonight.”
“Oh?” Owen asks, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?” Your eyes widen as you realize that you’ve said more then you meant to.
“Um…” you say, grasping for words. “Well…she picked a super revealing costume for you. She probably just wanted to…check out your…rocking bod.” You cringe at the words coming out of your mouth, hoping that a hole opens up in the ground and swallows you up.
“You think I have a…rocking bod?” Owen smirks, his tone amused.
“I think Claire thinks you have a rocking bod,” you backpedal. “Also, can we stop saying the phrase rocking bod?”
“You started it. Plus, I think you’re wrong.”
“About Claire’s ulterior motives. I think she’s trying to set us up.”
“For a crime?” you ask stupidly and Owen laughs.
“I think you know what I mean, (Y/N),” Owen says.
“Maybe you’ll have to spell it out for me,” you reply.
“Claire thinks we’d be good together,” Owen says.
“Claire also thought that she could create genetic dinosaur hybrids and everything would be okay,” you quip and Owen laughs.
“Well, do you agree with Claire?” he asks.
“No, I think genetic dinosaur hybrids are disastrous,” you reply. “Too much probability involved with the genetics-”
“What about you?” you challenge. “Since you’re the one that brought it up.”
“I think we’d be great together,” he says matter-of-factly.
“I…what?” Owen smiles and raises an eyebrow. “Oh…um…yeah. Okay.”
“Okay?” Owen teases. “That sounds so enthusiastic.”
“I don’t…” you trail off. “It’s just that….you’re so…I don’t-”
“Can I just kiss you know?” Owen asks. “Unless you want to keep rambling.”
“No, please, go ahead,” you say, leaning forward. “I didn’t know what to say anyway.”