#Alan Grant X GN!Reader

[agender-wolfie]

Someone needs to write an Alan Grant x gn!reader where reader straddles him on the couch and they make out with some heavy petting and grinding and reader tells Alan that they want him to take their virginity. And it’s just soft and loving and sweet and uggghh ❤️😫

[bonkwosher]

omg if you wrote more alan grant x reader i will literally name my firstborn after you. you write him so well bless you 🥹

A/N: Lmao, will do Anon. I have no prompt from this so I'll figure out my own one.

Prompt: "4. understanding each other without words 5. recognizing the sound of their steps 15. watching their oblivious s/o lovingly 38. craving their company after a stressful day" From this prompt list (I've used it before for Benoit Blanc). 1000% friends to lovers rn.

Pairing(s): Teacher!Alan Grant x Colleague!GN!Reader

Contains: Teacher!Alan, Teacher!Reader, Alan having a long day with back pain, mentions of trauma (Jurrasic Park incident), panic attacks

Word Count: 2k

It was stupid, your little crush on the lead paleontologist at the dig site. You were the site manager, in charge of ensuring everything ran smoothly. Really you were just a Business 101 teacher, but Dr. Alan Grant himself requested that you manage the site. How could you say no? Your break room crush wanted you all the way out in the badlands of Snakewater, Montana with him. Okay, maybe not just him but there's something here, right? You've known each other for years, you sit in on his lessons when you're not teaching. He smiles when he sees you enter the room. You could only hope there's something special.

For now, you sit in the teacher's tent reading some papers that were dropped off with the food for the week. Dr. Sattler, the lead paleobotanist, was making some food for herself. A cup of tea sat on the table in front of you, occasional sips being taken. You heard footsteps move past you outside the tent. It was a light stomping & slow, it was Alan, & boy did he need coffee.

"Morning, Alan," you spoke the moment he grabbed at the tent's curtain door.

Alan was taken aback a little, shaking his head before pinching his nose, "Good morning, Y/N."

It was cute, the way he stumbled to the coffee machine. It was already on considering Ellie used it. He lazily pressed each button, rubbing his face with both hands afterward.

"Rough night, Dr. Grant?" You spoke, a teasing edge on your voice.

Alan froze for a split second before speaking, "How did you know?"

"Is it not obvious?" Your reply caused him to turn around, coffee now in hand.

Alan turned to Ellie with a confused look, to which she responded, "Looks like normal Alan to me."

"Well, I did have a rough night. I tweaked my back near the end of the day yesterday, sleeping was hell."

The dark circles under his eyes were becoming obvious. You couldn't help but pout a little in response. It would be weird to offer a massage. He's just a work friend.

"Well try to rest today," you suggested with a reassuring smile.

He waved off your suggestion, figuratively & literally, "No, no, some of the students found a really good fossil with that computer thing. It would be a shame to miss out on that, & I can't let them mess up such a beautiful fossil."

You stood up from the table & set the papers down, "Well I'm all caught up on work on my end. Mind if I come with you? Tap a few bones with a chisel maybe?"

Alan looked down & chuckled at your statement before shaking his head once more & looking up. A cheery sigh escaped him as he looked into your eyes.

"There is much for you to learn about paleontology, Y/N."

You were standing across from Alan as he was sprawled out on the ground, brush in hand, lightly brushing dirt away. You didn't notice the dopey smile you had on your face till Alan looked up at you, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"What?" You asked, laughing & putting your hands on your hips.

"You're standing around lookin' cute, I thought you were going to join me in the dirt," he teased back.

You both blushed. Not that either of you noticed the other was freaking out just as much. Alan couldn't believe he was so forward &, frankly, you couldn't gather that he might actually have feelings for you. You quickly turned around to hide your blush, Alan's heart sinking. You turned back around, with equal speed, brush in hand. You kneeled down on the dirt, leaning on your elbows & finding yourself in a similar position to Alan. You began brushing the dirt away. You tried to sneakily watch Alan to see if you were doing it right. His brows were furrowed as he brushed at the bone in front of him.

"Dr. Grant! I brought the supplies from this week's dropoff!" A student called out, a pile of boxes high enough to block their vision was shaking in their arms.

You couldn't help but freeze as the kid stepped towards the site. A few more steps & he'd surely step on the bones, inevitably freaking out & accidentally dropping everything. He'd be dead by dawn if Alan had anything to do with it. Luckily, Alan intervened early, shooting up quickly to stop the kid. A groan escaped him as he reached his hands out.

"James, the table is this way!" He tried not to sound too upset.

"Sorry, Dr. Grant!" James apologized as he turned towards the aforementioned table.

Alan's right hand darted to his back, applying pressure as best he could. You stood up slowly, noticing Alan's attempt at hiding the pained grimace on his face. You began walking towards him as he gripped his hat on his head, crushing it between his fingers.

"Professor!" Your focus was drawn to someone shouting your title, considering you were the only non-doctor here, "You got some faxes, the receipts from today need to be revised & sent to the school!"

You realized now it was your assistant calling out, a student volunteer getting work experience in the weirdest of locations. You thanked them as you grazed a hand over Alan's back.

"Please rest," you whispered to him as you walked away.

As you went off to do your work, it was Alan's turn to freeze. He may be good under pressure, when deadlines are coming, or even when dinosaurs think he would make a perfect midnight snack; But god did he feel absolutely helpless under your touch. He felt himself leaning into the touch & now he was stuck in this awkward bent hip position. He sighed as he adjusted his posture, convincing himself that it wasn't your touch that suddenly made the pain go away. Coincidence, he'll call it. He got back into an uncomfortable position, determined to get a good look at this fossil by nightfall.

By the time you left your "office" tent, it was dark. You looked towards the dig site to see some floodlights pointed towards the fossil. A couple eager students, & likely, Dr. Alan were hard at work. Dr. Sattler would soon come to end their fun & make sure the students got their 8 hours of rest in. You decided bed sounded much more comfortable than attempting to get them to sleep anyways. You opened the door to your trailer, letting it shut behind you. You toed off your shoes & took off your button-up & pants, changing into less dusty clothes before climbing into bed. You gave it one last good stretch before plopping onto your bed. You got comfortable, adjusting a couple pillows before feeling right.

A couple knocks hit your door, "Y/N, are you awake?"

Alan was trying to be quiet in case you were asleep but you could tell he needed to see you. You stood up slower than usual, you were tired after all, & opened the trailer door. Alan's arms twitched up slightly, he retracted them.

"Can I-"

You interrupted him, "Of course."

Alan's arms darted around your waist. From his place, a step below you on the trailer stairs, his head reached the crook of your neck. He nestled into place quickly, as if you had done this a million times. In reality, you & Dr. Grant had hugged once.

That time he hadn't asked, he knew he caught you off guard & he beat himself up about it ever since. It was his first day back on campus after he mysteriously left for an island with Dr. Sattler. You had come in to check on him after your classes, which happened to be late that night, & found him in his office. He was hunched over his work, head in his hands. The office door was left ajar, maybe he was still running office hours? Nonetheless, you pushed the door open slightly & knocked as you did so. You seemed to scare the life out of him. He jumped back & out of his seat, throwing papers into the air with him.

He yelled something barely intelligible, sounding maybe like, "GET BACK!"

"Alan! It's me, Y/N," You tried to calm your colleague as you walked toward him, his eyes were going everywhere but in your direction.

You managed to get a couple feet in front of him, his hand was clutching his chest & his breathing was beyond fast.

"Alan, I need you to take deeper breaths," You spoke as you reached out to touch his hand, "Please."

Finally, his eyes met yours, your hand wrapping around the one that held his chest so tightly. The genuine look of concern in your eyes grounded him. He looked around the room to see he was safe in his, albeit, now messy, office. Without thinking he scooped you into a hug. You were shocked at first by the sudden movement, your hands took a moment to find their place. In the moment, Alan didn't process that he caught you off guard, that would haunt him later. Right now, you were the one thing making him know he was safe, & holding you felt right. He had barely spoken to you before this. You were another teacher in the giant school that was U of M. But in the few times he's spoken to you, he's fallen hard. It surprised him that you stopped by, he was hoping you weren't there to ask him about Jurrasic Park.

You never did, & after that night you were always around. You sat in on his lessons & he even sat in on yours on the rare occasion. You offered to talk to him about whatever happened if he ever wanted, he never did. Alan was stubborn that way, he didn't like talking about feelings.

So you'd be lying if you said it didn't shock you when Alan asked to come into your trailer late that night. He sat down on the "kitchen" chair & looked up at you, pulling his hat off & setting it in his lap. His eyes quickly decided looking at the floor was more comfortable.

"Sorry, if I'm intruding, I had a rough day."

"You're not intruding, Alan, you never are," you tried to find eye contact but there was none, "You want to talk about anything?"

A long moment of silence sat between you. Alan was clearly fighting himself on something. Finally, a sigh escaped him.

"Do you remember... that night in my office?"

He didn't have to explain, of course, you knew, "Yes."

"It happened again, last night."

"I'm so sorry, Alan."

"Don't be," He had a clear train of thought & you couldn't break it, "I fell & hurt my back, I was terrified. I wanted to run to you but the fear that something was outside kept me trapped."

He wanted to run... to you?

"I've been in so much pain all day," he continued, "& it felt so isolating to keep last night to myself, bad isolating. When you just knew something was wrong-"

Alan stood up & took your hands in his, his eyes found yours just as quickly, "How did you know?"

"You looked, not like you, if that makes sense. I just knew."

Alan's hands darted to the sides of your face but yet again, froze. His eyes were filled with determination & fear. You weren't scared. You lifted your hands to guide him. His hands now resting on each side of your jawline. In the silence, Alan lightly traced a line across your cheek with his right thumb. You gave him the smallest of nods, looking deep into his eyes. Alan pulled you in for a deep kiss, a sigh escaping him when you kissed back. In a moment, you were separated again.

"Mind if I stay the night?" Alan spoke softly.

"I would love that."

A/N: This took me so long & I can't believe I didn't get burnt out. I am so happy with this.

[mlmxreader]

Warm Welcome | Alan Grant x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Hello! Could I get "I got all your favorite horror films ready to go, a couple of blankets, snacks, and uh... well, I'm here too" (147) with Alan Grant? ❞

: ̗̀➛ When Grant comes home, there's only a handful of things on his mind, including finally settling down with his significant other.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing

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Everything was dark.

The lights were all off, and the only bit of illumination came from the television in the bedroom; the blue and green hues reflecting and bouncing from the walls with ease. Although the volume was all too quiet to be heard from the downstairs porch.

Grant smiled to himself, welcoming the familiar scents that drifted around and the hushed noises from the various electrical equipment that had been placed on timers.

Day and night cycles were important, apparently. He couldn't say he knew much about it.

He was warm at last, after travelling through in taxis with the window rolled down and the winter air in his face and his hair, the shivers that refused to budge from his thighs and biceps; he was warm. Home was warm.

Especially now that his work had been done for the day and he had a day off tomorrow, he was so fucking glad to feel warm again; even as he went up the stairs with his boots tied onto the inside of the door he had locked and closed behind him - a new habit thanks to you - he couldn't help but to feel so fucking warm.

So welcomed.

He found you lying in bed with the duvet and two blankets, wearing one of his knitted jumpers that he often wore when he was giving talks during the winter; he could see, ever so slightly, the waistband of your boxers resting just on your hip, and sighed as he hung his hat up beside the long tank with the massive blueish black scorpion.

"Honey, I'm home."

You glanced over at him and moved to make enough room, even going so far as to nudge the packet of biscuits slightly his way. "You wanna watch this really shit soap opera with me?"

"Actually..." Grant shrugged the bag from his shoulder and dumped it next to you as he smiled sheepishly. "I figured I'd treat you now I'm back - I got all your favorite horror films ready to go, a couple of blankets, snacks,  and uh... well, I'm here too."

You gestured for him to sit next to you as you rummaged through the bag; grinning and clasping the nearest film. "How'd you know that I was waiting to see this one?!"

Grant hummed as he stood back and scratched at his bearded jaw.

He couldn't tell you that Ellie had picked it out when he was just a bit over his head with that sort of thing; he gave it a moment, then started to undress whilst you put the film on. Comfortable silence and drifting together once instinct had taken over fully.

He rested on his side, propped up on his elbow and resting his head on your shoulder as he picked at the biscuits in the tin.

"Doctor Grant, how on earth are you comfortable?" You chuckled, pressing play on the television remote.

Grant hummed again as he moved around a little; lying on his back, he kept his head against his shoulder and allowed his left hand to rest at your back. "Is this better?"

"Actually..." you moved around a little, just enough to fisget and get your head on his chest, your hand on his stomach and the biscuits on his lap. "This is better."

He wanted to laugh, but as the opening credits for the film started to roll, and the eerie music began to swell, he couldn't help but to focus on the warmth.

The warmth of your body being so close to his own.

The warmth of your skin.

The warmth of the blankets.

The warmth of the room.

The warmth of home.

Slowly, his eyes were beginning to betray him; curtains were starting to be drawn tightly to shut out the light and allow the night to infect everything.

He should have come home earlier.

But as his head began to droop to one side, and he was struggling to stay awake as his breathing became slow and even.

"Oh, and Alan?"

"Mmhm?"

You gently tapped his chest, drumming your fingers on the coarse hairs for a moment. "I'm so glad you're home now... I forgot what it was like to sleep together."

Grant smiled to himself, letting his entire body go limp and lax as he bit back the urge to yawn; snuggled into you, he couldn't remember the last time he was so fucking comfortable and so fucking happy.

Sure, it wasn't uncommon for him to spend the night with you, as most couples did so naturally, but there were moments when you were both reminded of how great it was; when he was away and he came home, it was a reminder of how lucky you were to have found one another, and how lucky you both were to be able to snuggle up together at night.

You could feel him dropping off to sleep as the film continued to play, and although you would have laughed at it on any other day, and even dabbled in the idea of taking a picture or two to joke around with him about it the next morning, you couldn't bring yourself to.

You could only gently move the snacks and biscuits and everything else aside, and allowed him to fall into you with his head on your stomach just below your chest; your hand went to his hair, gently combing through the strands and scratching at his scalp as he groaned and shifted around to get closer.

"Y'know, Alan," you hummed, not really caring that he wasn't paying any attention. "I really love it when you come home all snuggly and tired."

Grant didn't so much as twitch a muscle, already mostly drifted off and sound asleep; even the screaming and shouting and bloodshed on the television wouldn't wake him, now. A thunderstorm might have, but you doubted it as you continued to play with his hair.

He looked good with a beard, though. Maybe you could tell him in the morning that you wanted him to keep it.

Probably.

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[chaostheoryy]

Safe and Sound [Alan Grant X GN!Reader]

Summary: After returning home from the Jurassic Park catastrophe, Alan finds himself gravitating towards you. It’s subtle and sweet and the more time passes, the more you realize that there may be something unfamiliar brewing in his head. Could the infamous Dinosaur Man actually be falling for you?

Rating: General

Warnings: Nothing serious. Just canon-typical references to the events on Isla Nublar and kissing/making out (nothing too heated, just pure intimacy).

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: This takes place somewhere between Jurassic Park and Jurassic Park III. It’s just a fluffy exploration of post-Isla Nublar life and a chance for me to shower my comfort character with much needed love. (As always, no beta.)

The failure of Jurassic Park was a turning point. Not just in terms of scientific advancement and bioengineering ambition, but in your relationship with Alan Grant as well.

When he returned from Isla Nublar, it was obvious that he’d never be quite the same. Sure he went right back to his usual quiet, studious self and spent most of his days in the dirt or at his desk but something was still...off. He said very little, showed minuscule interest in anything other than work, and made it a point to avoid lectures as often as possible. That tiny social battery that made it difficult for him to maintain relationships prior to the overseas disaster had only grown smaller. He grew distant from friends and family. His weekly phone calls with Dr. Sattler turned to monthly chats before they stopped altogether. Day by day, the world started to see less and less of the infamous Dinosaur Man.

You, however, only saw him more.

As the main site admin and manager of his dig crew, you spent more time collaborating with Alan than anyone. If there was ever a change in schedule, a need for funding, or even just a print out of the latest field publications, you were the one he went to. It was a partnership that had been established long before the events on Isla Nublar; he trusted you wholeheartedly to keep him and his team afloat.

After he returned from Jurassic Park, you found yourself all but shadowed by him. Whether it was lingering in your trailer after a meeting or asking if you would join him for lunch, you became closer to him than ever. He started to brew you coffee in the mornings and made it a point to stop by your desk whenever he could, even if it was just to ask how things were going on the flyers for grad student outreach programs. Things he had no real need to be familiar with became topics of conversations that he initiated.

A few months of this subtle orbiting passed before you finally found the courage to broach the subject. Confronting Alan Grant was like trying to wrangle a startled deer: either he was going to spring from your grasp and disappear into the wilderness or he was going freeze up and retreat inward. You didn’t want to frighten him or make him feel like he’d done something wrong but you needed to understand what he was dealing with.

“Alan?”

“Hm?”

“What’s going on with you?” You asked one morning when he decided to bring his newest research project into your work trailer rather than his own tent.

Brow furrowed, he looked up from his hoard of books and notes. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

“What’s going on with you emotionally, I mean. This past week, you’ve spent more time in here with me than out in the field with the crew. Don’t get me wrong, I love the company. I do. I just don’t understand why you’d rather listen to me vent about website organization than get your hands dirty.”

He blinked. The way he seemed puzzled by your words made it clear that he wasn’t even aware of this shift. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that his sudden desire to be around someone that often was so out of the ordinary.

“Oh. I don’t know. I guess it’s just become a bit of a habit.”

“Don’t the constant phone calls and clacking keyboard sounds annoy you?”

“Not really.”

“You actually enjoy being around me?”

“I do. Is there a reason I shouldn’t?”

You chuckled and leaned back in your chair. “Not any specifics I can think of. I’m just surprised you’d even wanna hang around. It’s not exactly exciting work,” you said, “Plus, you don’t normally like spending time with people as it is.”

He pondered your observation. It’s true. Alan was far cry from being a socialite. Until he returned from Isla Nublar, every meal and break had been taken in the privacy of his own tent. If any of the team members threw a get together to celebrate a birthday or anniversary, he would only have one beer before retiring for the evening. Bars were a no-go. Dating wasn’t even an afterthought. No one in the world was more content flying solo than him.

“There’s something comforting about you. I can’t put my finger on it but I just…I feel safe here.”

“Safe from what?”

“From my thoughts. When I’m alone, it’s hard not to think about Jurassic Park. I’ll hear the crickets outside and remember the forests on the island. A warm breeze will blow at just the right angle and make my skin crawl because it feels exactly like the muggy breath of the Tyrannosaur. Tools will hit stone with a soft click and sound just like the raptors’ claws tapping the floor outside my door…”

He slammed his eyes closed, immediately trying to shake the image from his mind. Both his jaw and his fist clenched as he let out a shaky exhale. Even from across the room you could see a shudder roll through his body.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring all that up…”

“It’s alright,” he reassured you with a tight smile, “It can’t be helped. Some nightmares choose to follow you when you wake up. But having you around…It makes it easier to leave them on the pillow.”

Something tugged at your heartstrings. It was impossible to overlook the power of his words and the implications of what they meant. You had become Alan’s comfort person. He was clinging to every opportunity to be around you because your presence kept him grounded to reality. Nightmares and flashbacks didn’t plague his mind when he was by your side. Instead he was able to focus on the things in life that brought him peace and happiness.

While he didn’t say it with words, it was clear to you that he was revealing something else to you in that moment: he loved you. Your connection with him had grown from a respectful, professional relationship into something new and beautiful. He wanted to know your thoughts and opinions on certain things not because he needed a second opinion but because they actually mattered to him. He wanted to truly know you, to understand the things that made you, well, you.

You wanted to reply and tell him how glad you were to know that you could help him grow past the trauma but, before you could even gather your thoughts into a concise remark, the door to your trailer opened. One of the bright-eyed grad students poked his head in. He scanned your desk briefly until movement at the table in the corner drew his attention.

“Ah, Dr. Grant! We’ve been looking all over for you,” the student said excitedly, “We’ve found something you’ll wanna see.”

“What is it?”

“Utahraptor eggs. Billy’s still working on digging them out but we’re pretty sure we’ve got have almost half a dozen fossilized together.”

There was a gleam in Alan’s eye. It was that look of childish glee that you only saw when he made a particularly good find or got lost in a presentation about raptor social behaviors. Little moments like those made you smile, made you forget just how badly Jurassic Park had shaken him up. Fossils still held the innocence of discovery and theory. They gave him the reigns to imagine the world before his own.

“Tell Billy to put the brush down,” he said as he hurriedly started closing up the books in front of him, “I want to be there for the final reveal.”

“You got it.”

The grad student slipped outside once again. You watched as Alan fumbled with his paperwork and publications, a laugh vibrating in your chest when he started mumbling under his breath.

“Alan, just leave it there. I’ll take care of it.”

“I don’t want to leave you with a mess. I’ve already intruded on your space enough.”

You rose from your desk and walked over to him. Smiling, you grabbed the books already in his arms.

“Relax,” you said softly as you placed them back on the table, “I don’t mind holding onto your stuff for a while.”

Once your hands were free again, you reached up to fix the collar of his shirt. While your observational skills were far from those of a renowned detective or psychiatrist, you immediately noted a change in his demeanor when your fingers grabbed onto his shirt. His breath caught in his throat. His jaw tightened. His posture became straighter, more restrained. Every muscle in his body seemed to freeze while his eyes danced across your face.

It was the closest you’d every really gotten to him before. With the requirements of the job and the tight spaces in which you often had to work, it was impossible not to come into contact with one another from time to time. Shoulders bumped every now and then, hands brushed against each other during a handoff of notes or morning coffee. Every touch was fleeting and unintentional. This, however, was all your choice. You were placing yourself in his space with purpose and, if you were being honest with yourself, pure intimacy.

“There. Much better.”

He blinked, eyelashes fluttering over his cheek when the sound of your voice pulled him out of his daze. His Adam’s apple bobbed. Whatever air he had instinctively been holding at the back of his throat came out in a quiet exhale and the taut muscles in his shoulders loosened.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, “For that. And for watching over my work.”

“You’re welcome. Now go before Billy gets impatient and finishes the dig himself.”

A small chuckle rumbled in his throat. “He keeps us all on our toes, doesn’t he?”

The two of you exchanged glances, gentle smiles painted across both of your faces and heavy air of unspoken attraction between you. Then, with a small nod of farewell, he stepped out of the trailer into the afternoon sun.

***

The next morning, the new daily routine kicked right back in. You showered, dressed, and checked in with all of the team members before returning to the office trailer. Sure enough, Alan was there with a fresh pot of coffee in hand.

“Morning,” he greeted as he started pouring the scorching beverage into your favorite mug.

“Good morning to you too. Sleep well?”

“As well as any man can after spending several hours in the heat arguing with Billy Brennan. I don’t know where he developed that attitude. He’s even more stubborn now than the day we hired him.”

You sat down at the table where you had organized his work from yesterday into a neat pile.

“He’s passionate about field work and far more devoted to his studies than cultivating a social life. Sounds like someone I know,” you said playfully.

Grabbing the mugs of coffee from the counter, he walked over to join you. He placed your cup in front of you before taking his seat directly across the table. An amused smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Maybe he is learning something from me after all.”

The next half hour or so was spent discussing the previous day’s find. The Utahraptor eggs had been uncovered in stellar condition. A few had been cracked and tarnished by millions of years worth of sediment but, overall, it was an ideal discovery worthy of academically supported display. As much as Alan enjoyed taunting Billy for his sub-par professional personality, the boy had done an exceptional job leading the dig.

After enjoying a second cup of coffee each, the subject shifted from work to personal dealings. He inquired about your upcoming trip home to visit family and told you about his plans to spend a few weeks in Colorado to work on his next book. Bit by bit, he was continuing to build upon your relationship by letting you venture deeper into the jungles of his heart.

“What are you doing tonight?”

The question caught you completely by surprise. There wasn’t any real sexual implication behind it but it shocked you nonetheless simply because he was so explicitly looking to spend time with you.

“Nothing really,” you replied, “I’m ahead on upcoming schedules and fundraiser planning so my evenings are pretty free.”

“Good. I’m happy to hear it. I, uh—“ He cleared his throat, shifting nervously in his seat. “I was planning on driving up the mountain to watch the meteor showers tonight if you want to join me. The skies are supposed to be very clear and the weather’s been quite mild so I thought maybe we could take the truck and put some blankets in the bed to lay on. Nothing too extravagant just—“

“I’d love to.”

He perked up. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Perfect,” he sighed in relief, “That’s…Great. I’ll, um…Is five alright? To leave, I mean.”

“Five works for me.”

A boyish smile curled at his lips. “Five it is.”

***

The sun had just set beyond the horizon when the truck finally parked on a cliffside overlooking the drylands where your team was camped out for the next few weeks. Not a cloud obscured your view of the beautiful sky. Pastel pinks and oranges blended with baby blues and lush violets as the afternoon gave way to the night.

It only took a few minutes to set up your little star-gazing nest in the bed of the truck. Pillows and blankets were placed neatly on top of a thick quilt. A cooler of drinks and snacks sat at the head of your open-air hovel with an old lantern sitting on its lid to provide a soft light source other than the moon and stars. It was a humble but wholesome set up.

By the time you were finished, the last bit of daylight was starting to fade from the sky. You both climbed up the hitch to settle amongst to blankets. You laid down first; he followed shortly after, leaving a small gap between you out of courtesy. Even still you felt yourself warmed by the proximity of his body.

The showers began not long after darkness took control of the horizon. Little balls of light gleamed and danced across the sky like celestial teardrops. You watched them with childish glee, pointing skyward every time you saw a particularly beautiful ribbon of glittering luminescence. He would laugh softly and occasionally direct your attention to certain constellations or planets.

Like magnets slowly being pulled toward one another, your bodies inched closer and closer until your shoulders were pressed together and the back of your hand was brushing his forearm. The more time passed, the more you became aware of his wandering gaze. He was spending just as much time looking at you as he was looking at the stars. There was an aura of fascination surrounding him, as if watching you were as satisfying as any vision the constellations could conjure.

As odd as it was to have someone stare at you like that, you didn’t feel uncomfortable by any means. In fact, it made you feel wonderful. It made you feel wanted and made you realize that he was seeing you in ways that maybe he didn’t even expect or understand.

Turning your head to the side just enough to meet his gaze, you brushed the back of your fingers along the smooth skin just below his wrist. His eyebrows twitched upward slightly at the contact and his eyes scanned your face in search of answers to a question only he could hear. A soft breath ghosted past his lips.

Moving cautiously, he hooked his arm beneath yours and tangled both of your hands together. His fingers melded between yours while his thumb experimentally stroked your skin. A small fire sparked to life in your chest, warming every inch of your body. Holding hands was such a simple act of affection but coming from Alan Grant, it spoke louder and more poetically than any love song ever written.

“I thought we came all this way to watch the meteor shower not have you stare at me.”

He blushed at the comment, his throat clearing roughly before he replied, “Sorry. I’m not trying to be rude. I just…The way your eyes reflect the stars…They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. It’s very hard to look away.”

Your heart leaped in your chest. It was the first time he’d ever really talked about you like that. Over the past few months, he’d occasionally make comments praising your outfit or pointing out your new haircut but he never made a direct remark about your looks. Never before had he called you beautiful.

“I hope I’m not being too forward,” he hurriedly added, “If I’m making you uncomfortable or involuntarily pressuring you into something you don’t want, please tell me. It’s been a long time and I’m not very good at this kind of stuff as it is so don’t be afraid to—“

You cut him off. “Alan, relax. You’re not being rude or making me uncomfortable, I promise.”

“Okay good. The last thing I want is to push you away before I’ve even gotten the chance to get close to you.”

“Can I ask you something? And I need you to be completely honest with me. Sugar-coating the answer is only going to make things complicated.”

“Of course.”

“Do you want to go out with me?”

“Are you asking if I’m interested in dating?”

“Yeah, I am. Because if you are, I want to continue whatever this is,” you said as you nodded toward your intertwined hands, “But if you’re just looking for something physical, I don’t think this is going to work...”

“God, no, I could never do something like that. Especially not with you. You’re too important.”

He sighed, taking a moment to study your face as he tried to shuffle through his thoughts.

“I want to be with you any way I can,” he continued, “If that translates to dating in whatever guide to modern romance people subscribe to these days, then yes, I want that.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand. “Then we’re on the same page.”

“Can I ask you something in return?”

“Absolutely.”

“It’s going to sound silly and I’m begging you not to taunt me when I pose the question, but I have to ask it before I do something stupid.”

“What is it?”

“Is it too soon to kiss you?” He asked shyly, “I don’t want to rush this or make you feel like that’s all I’m after but I just…I can’t stop thinking about what your lips would feel like against mine.”

The innocence of the question made it very difficult to get lost in the excitement that came with knowing what he wanted. It was a genuine inquiry, one that reminded you just how old fashioned he was. He gave you complete control, granting you the ability to set the pace and establish boundaries so that he could keep himself in check. Clearly it had been a very long time since he’d last pursued someone like this.

“No, it’s not to soon. I’d actually like to. Hell, I’d love to kiss you.”

His eyes flicked down to your lips. Then, with the hesitation of a high schooler going in for their very first kiss, he leaned over to ghost his mouth over yours. You kissed back. It was a slow dance of lips and tongue, one driven by child-like curiosity and immeasurable tenderness. Neither of you wanted to push too far or ask for something that the other wasn’t ready to give. Instead, you allowed yourself to completely soak yourself in his affection.

The stars overhead were practically forgotten. You didn’t care about the meteor showers or the constellations that hovered in the sky. All you wanted to see and feel and taste was Alan. With his hand wrapped around yours and his mouth capturing your lips in the gentlest of kisses, it was easy to say that it was one of, if not the most, romantic encounter of your life.

“That meet your expectations?” You murmured quietly when he finally pulled back.

“Exceeded them, actually.”

“Dammit, now I’m gonna feel like every kiss from now on is just gonna be a let down in comparison.”

“I don’t think it’s possible for any kiss to be a let down if it’s from you.”

“Y’know, for someone who really doesn’t like spending time with other people, you are shockingly romantic. I’m impressed.”

He let out a soft huff of laughter. “Spend years focusing on your career instead of pursuing lackluster relationships and you’ll turn yourself into a bargain bin romance novelist too.”

“Bargain bin? Sorry, but I’d happily pay full price for a kiss like that.”

“Just consider how lucky you are to have it for free,” he replied with a cheeky grin.

“I thought you didn’t believe in luck.”

“I don’t. But maybe there’s something else at play. I hate for the thought to even cross my mind but chaos theory does help connect dots otherwise left untouched…Jokes aside, please don’t ever tell Ian Malcolm I said that or it’ll go right to his head. It’s already big enough.”

“And make him think you actually like him enough to reminisce about his leather-bound ass?” You said playfully, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Another hour passed before exhaustion came to sink its teeth into both of you. Even when it became clear that sleep was just on the other side of the curtain, neither of you had any intention of separating. Instead, you grew closer. Your head came to rest upon his shoulder and your arm draped over his torso. A blanket was pulled over your bodies to shield you from the gentle evening breeze.

Under milky moonlight and dancing stars, Alan Grant slept peacefully. No nightmares plagued him, no terrifying memories clawed at his mind. With you in his arms, he was safe and sound. With you in his life, he was happy.

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✰☆★—WORKS IN PROGRESS—★☆✰

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The Golden Hour (cc!Jschlatt x gn!Reader) CONTENT CREATOR

Telling people personal things is... difficult, to say the least. You could have known the person all your life, you could have trusted them with thousands of secrets before, you could share a bed and a home with them, but that doesn’t always equate to being comfortable with telling them you’re struggling. Schlatt has this issue, and it tears him up inside just thinking about it. Why is he so helpless? He’s not, of course. But... he needs someone else—someone he loves and trusts with his life and more—to disagree with him.

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After many long, grueling months, your college classes finally let out for the summer, child-like adults leaping and bounding out of the building ready to party and get drunk and whatever else college students do for fun. You, however? Oh, you’ve chosen to hit up a nearby magicians store to pick up some cards to learn... sleight of hand magic. You’ve never tried it before, sure, but a kind and handsome stranger nearby is more than happy to show you the ropes. 

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[mlmxreader]

Ecologists | Alan Grant x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ I wish to encourage your interests and read about hot men! 60. “You do realise that I knew you had a crush on me, right?” With Dr Alan Grant pretty please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ At Ellie's behest, Grant goes to visit an ecologist who he knows quite well... maybe a little bit too well, actually.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, brief mentions of alcohol, age gaps, roaches (specifically my baby Riot !!)

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spotlight fundraiser : ̗̀➛ Save Dr. Farhat's family from genocide in Gaza

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It wasn't that Grant disliked ecologists, exactly, he actually respected them greatly and everything they did for conservation efforts, but he didn't like how he felt around you, specifically; half his age, you were strikingly handsome, and never failed to make his stomach turn into knots every time you smiled at him.

He was approaching fifty, you probably just saw him as a colleague and little else; his beard was growing thicker and longer, bits of dust constantly stuck between the strands.

Unprofessional and scruffy, Grant had showed up to your office in his usual dig attire - roughed up jeans, a stretched and worn shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, and knocked around shoes that had certainly seen past their prime.

He looked around the office with his hands shoved into his pockets after seeing the various tanks and vivariums telling him not to touch; a vicious, large, snake watched him from behind glass panes. He knew the species, it wasn't venomous, but could certainly pack a punch if it wanted to; he had been bitten by one before, and didn't really want to be reminded of that.

The door opened, and Grant turned to look at you as he moved to hold his hat in his hands; idly fiddling with the brim as he watched you wonder around for a moment, a large cockroach perched on your shoulder.

"So," you hummed, laying a thick log book on the table between you both. "What can I help you with, Doctor Grant?"

He shrugged, putting his hat down beside the book and gesturing to the cockroach on your shoulder. "You have, a..."

You nodded, not even flinching. "Yeah, I know. It's fine, he won't bite... so, you called?"

Grant nodded, biting at the inside of his lip for a moment. "I got an invitation yesterday to see Hammond's island."

"I'm not going anywhere that that rich cunt has laid on his hands on," you scowled, and he laughed to himself. "So this isn't a social call?"

You sounded disappointed, but he pushed it from his mind as he shook his head.

"No," he said quietly. "Me and Ellie need you there. Need your perspective."

"I dunno," you mused, coaxing the roach onto your hand and letting it sit on the back. Its little padded feet rested on your knuckles as you locked eyes with it. "What do you think?"

The roach didn't make a sound, staring back at you until you nodded and looked back at Grant.

"Sorry, he says I can't."

A smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. "Ian Malcolm is going."

"And?" You scoffed, letting the roach wander up your arm again. "Doctor Grant, between us? I always thought he was a bit of a pillock... I'd rather stick with you and Ellie."

He was trying so hard not to laugh. "Well, we're going to this island tomorrow. You can come with us... and knowing you, you'd probably run off anyway the second you see something... you know, he probably has roaches there. Geckos, too."

You turned to look at your little friend as he clung to your sleeve and looked at you. You sighed, gently trading a finger down his back. "Alright. Fine, but only because you've insisted."

Grant smiled, relief washing over him for a moment; he still hated how he felt around you. His hands shook and his heart raced, his words had to be carefully spoken to prevent him stumbling over them. He hated how he felt. "Thank you, really."

You shrugged, coaxing your small friend onto the table. "You know, this species is fascinating. They're densely armoured and larger than others, but when it comes to males fighting over partners, they don't bite. They just sort of shove each other."

Grant nodded, bending down to get a good look at it. Its orange complexion against dark markings was certainly something to behold. "You know, we have reason to believe that these guys appeared in the Late Jurassic... maybe you should come on a dig with us, you can have a fossilised one if we find out."

"Doctor Grant," you breathed out with a soft laugh. "That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me."

He froze. He could feel his face heating up and turning pink, and he hated it. His words failed, until you laughed loudly and patted him on the shoulder.

"Did you now know?" He heard you ask.

He shook his head. "Sorry, what?"

"You do realise that I knew you had a crush on my, right?" You cocked a brow, and he shook his head. Watching as you casually let the roach clamber onto your hand. "I'm young, not stupid, Grant. I just wondered when you were gonna ask."

He was still in shock, shaking his head to try and free something, anything, from his tongue. "But... I'm older and..."

"And we are in entirely different fields," you pointed out, grabbing some leaves from your various plants on the windowsill. You held them as the roach ate them from between your fingers. "I'm an expert in mine, and you in yours... besides, if my animals tolerate you... I think I will be fine."

His gaze drifted to the roach eating the leaves from your fingers. "Really?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "Now, are you gonna look at me like I smacked you all day, or are you gonna come into the back, have a beer, and actually fucking kiss me?"

Grant moved to follow you, turning around and grabbing his hat quickly; he held it against his chest. Maybe he should have called and told Ellie that she was right and inviting you to the island did help him tell you how he felt... sort of. He hated when she was right, but he wouldn't have loved to have anyone else as his best friend in the world.

"So," you gently coaxed the roach back into its tank. "This island... are you hoping to use it as an excuse for a date, or does that come with the invite to your digs?"

Grant shrugged, a bit lost for words. He thought you would have immediately rejected him. "Whichever you prefer."

"I'll take the dig," you told him with a curt nod. "I'll still go to the island, but the dig is a better first date... don't you think?"

[mlmxreader]

Winter Holidays | Alan Grant x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Hiya can I request "Just breathe for a second" with Grant please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Holidays are always the best time throughout the year, as Alan Grant always comes home to you.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ swearing, mentions of snakes/arachnids/bugs

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spotlight fundraiser : ̗̀➛ Help Rahaf & Her Family Get Out Of Gaza

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The winter holidays were in full swing, which was always your favourite, as it meant that Grant was finally coming home from one of his digs; you always pestered him about taking time off, always told him that he needed to calm it down a little, but he always refused.

Until the holidays came around, at least. He always came home for that, just as he always tried to schedule a day or two to see you during the other holidays throughout the year; he tried, and you would never fault him for that in the slightest. Never. You couldn't.

The living room sofa was donned with a plush, forest green, cover that could easily be removed and used as a cocooning blanket; the lamps were switched on to create a warm yellow haze that left the room feeling snug and cozy, the small candles on the mantlepiece leaving behind a smell of peppermint that was dense but not stifling.

The fire was burning through the fresh small logs, crackling away with yellow and orange and red breaths that made the room so warm, so snug. It was all perfect, really, it was all set up just so he would be surrounded by home the second he stepped through the door.

The animals, of course, were all also fed; the snakes - from the small garter snake to the long bull snake and the pythons and corn snake in between - had all eaten and snuggled into their little houses inside their tanks for the evening.

The scorpions - from the large aggressive bastard to the small and timid baby and the middle sized docile one - had all been given their crickets and were happily munching away under their bits of bark and moss.

The roaches - the entire colony of them - were scoffing down their banana and apple bits; the snails and millipedes were all doing the same.

The small, yellow and slightly spotted, gecko was happily munching away on the eight beetle larvae he had been given.

The washing was done and folded and put away, especially Grant's dig attire; the sand and mud stains long gone and the frays and rips within them all sewn up and ready for another round.

The food was nearly ready, just finishing off in the oven for five minutes before it could be dished up; just in time for his hero's return at long last.

You sat on the windowsill, wrapped in a white, wool, blanket that sat just below your shoulders, waiting to see the car pull up; you knew that it would be the same old beaten up and dust stained old ford crew cab.

The scratched up dull reddish brown paint and its grainy looking, washed out, black top; the familiar windows that looked green from afar thanks to how much dirt and dust was caked on them.

Grant never washed that thing, he only cleared the bits of the glass that he needed to see out of, and he rarely let you take out the hosepipe and soap to clean it properly and thoroughly once in a blue moon.

But you would recognise it anywhere.

The clunky sound of that engine and the chug of the tyres crunching against the gravel road before mounting the pavement when he parked. You would know it fucking anywhere, and when your eyes caught that muddled, dulled and stained red paint, you immediately lit up.

You hurried to get the plates and knives and forks out, sticking the kettle on and chucking a teaspoon of coffee into a mug for him. Giddy with excitement when you heard the porch door open; two bags dropped to the floor, the door was closed and promptly locked. The bags were shuffled awkwardly to the side before the inside door was opened.

"Anybody home?"

You set down everything you had, and bolted towards him; practically knocking him off of his feet as you hooked your arms around his neck and excitedly yelped out a thousand and one greetings. Grant laughed, putting his arms around you as he raised his brows slightly. Amused.

"Just breathe for a second!" He told you, laughter still dense as he tried and failed to hold it back entirely, moving to hold you at arms length. "How are you?"

You shrugged, putting your hands on his face and trying not to shiver when you felt the cold temperature. "Better now you're here. Tea's almost ready, I know it's late but I figured you didn't eat on the ride home."

Grant shook his head, of course he didn't. "The ecology department didn't give you any work to take home this time?"

"Well..." you looked away from him for a moment. "Sort of. There's some locusts upstairs and-"

"Locusts?" He huffed. "Really?"

"It's fine, I'm feeding most of them to the scorpions," you admitted. "We just needed them to see what we can do to prevent invasive species from becoming a thing."

He nodded slowly, taking a breath for a moment just to admire you; he hated that you couldn't come along with him to digs, especially as Sattler had told him to bring you along.

As your best friend, she would have seized every opportunity to bring you along on their jobs, but you never could; you wouldn't trust anyone with the animals at home, and you wouldn't take the time off of work either.

There were thousands of invasive species that were doing irreparable damage to native ecosystems, and it was down to you to try and curb it as best as you could.

But fuck, coming home was always the highlight of Grant's day.

"I love you," he breathed out softly. "I really do."

You smiled, dragging him into the kitchen and insisting that he sit down. "I love you, too... I'm gonna dish up and finish your coffee, then how about me and you head into the front room, sit down, and watch a really, really shit horror film?"

Grant relaxed almost entirely at the suggestion, handing you his hat. He never went fucking anywhere without that thing. "I would love that."

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Hey! I just want to say that I love your story about Alan Grant and as I saw you are open to requests can I ask an Alan!hurt story? Maybe he is injured during Jurassic park while trying to protect the kids and Ellie has to help him to get out of there, but will they make it? All angst possible would be great and a happy ending would be even better. I hope it’s not bother. Thank you!

A/N: This seems like an Alan x Ellie & I don't write character x character but I'll make you a deal. I'll make the character a paleobotanist friend of Alan & you can just replace Y/N with Ellie. For the sake of continuity, I'll just kind of lightly remove Ellie from the storyline so that you can add her in the Y/N place.

Pairing(s): Alan Grant x GN!Paleobotanist!Reader

Contains: A lot of movie content, jealous Alan unable to control his emotions, fear of death, sad Alan, (I literally didn't follow the request, I'm sorry. Explained at the bottom)

"Why don't you come down, just the pair of ya', for the weekend? I'd love the opinion of a paleobotanist as well!" Hammond's words rang in your head as you sat next to Alan in the helicopter.

Yes, you were technically getting a lot of funding for your dig just to do this trip but the selling point was really getting to spend time with Alan outside of digging up bones. You felt as though Alan was just here for the money but honestly, the thought of spending more time with you had Alan extremely excited. You both managed to think the other had no interest & you were just friends.

Alan sat at the window seat, playing with his velociraptor claw. You hadn't realized you were zoning out watching him, his brows furrowed as he spun the small object between his fingers.

"So you two- uh, dig up- dig up dinosaurs?" Ian pulled your attention away from Alan.

You let out a laugh, "Well."

"Try to," Alan spoke softly with an equally soft smile on his face.

Ian let out an awkward yet somehow adorable laugh then looked you up & down. He had once already when you weren't looking but he wanted you to know he thought you were attractive.

"You'll have to excuse Dr. Malcolm, he suffers from a deplorable excess of personality. Especially for a mathematician," Hammond practically apologized as he turned to you.

"It's fine, it's sweet," you laughed, not noticing Alan turn away, not wanting to hear this.

"Chaotician! Chaotician actually, John doesn't subscribe to chaos, particularly what it has to say about his little science project."

"Hoggswallop, Ian. You have never been able in sufficiently explain your-"

"Oh, John, John, John because the behavior of the system is faith-based-"

"A load, if I may say, of fashionable number crunching."

The two continued bickering & you stretched in your seat.

"Dr. L/N, Dr. Grant, you've heard of chaos theory?" Ian asked, hopeful.

"No," you looked at Alan.

"No, non-linear equations? Strange attractors?" Ian paused as you shook your head, "Dr. L/N, I-I refuse to believe that you are unfamiliar with the concept of attraction."

You blushed & gave Ian a smile, Alan would be lying if he said this didn't make him upset. He tried his best not to give you the cold shoulder after that.

It got to time for lunch & you all sat down. You were a little shocked when Alan didn't sit next to you but you brushed it off. Opinions on the park quickly became the topic of conversation. You agreed wholeheartedly with Ian. Maybe it was the flirting with Ian, no, it was definitely the flirting. Despite agreeing with the two of you, Alan's mind was clouded with jealousy. To avoid conflict, Alan stood up & walked out of the room. The plan would've worked if you hadn't followed, worried about him.

"Alan! What's wrong?"

He couldn't stop himself, "Leave me alone Y/N. Go hang out with Dr. Malcolm. You clearly enjoy his presence more than mine."

"Alan, that's not-"

"Just- shut up, Y/N!"

You were shocked, unable to even respond. Alan knew he hurt you but his conscience wasn't loud enough to get him to apologize. You walked outside quietly, ironically, Ian Malcolm had seen the entire thing & ran to your aid. His arm found its place on your shoulders but you quickly shrugged it off.

"Not the time, Dr. Malcolm."

He muttered an apology & John Hammond finally caught up to the group with two kids in tow. He announced that you'd be split into two cars & you quickly announced, "I'll sit with the kids."

You were upset with Alan but saving him from spending time with two kids (Knowing he hates children) was second nature at this rate. You always handled field trips to the dig site & grew to like kids. Maybe they could distract you from your previous argument.

The tour had turned around due to the storm. The kids kept you distracted but Alan's words still floated in your mind. Alan mindlessly stared at the back of your head the whole trip. His apology was stuck at the back of his throat still, he couldn't tell if he was mad at you or himself. Ian managed to worsen his mood by asking if you were available. He was about ready to yell at Ian when the fence broke. The two of them went dead silent & watched the series of stupid decisions that the children made despite you telling them not to. The car was flipped upside down & Alan ran to your aid while Ian distracted the T-Rex.

"Y/N, grab my hand!" Alan instructed as he kneeled down into the mud, reaching his hand as far as he could into the car.

You insisted that he helped the kids first, pushing Lex towards Alan. There wasn't enough time to get you or Tim out because the T-Rex had returned, pushing the car around. You wound up hitting your head hard against the dash as the car was pushed off the cliff, effectively knocking you out. When Alan made it to the floor he set Lex down & ran to the tree, calling out for you. Alan hates trees, heights, all of it, but he has never climbed faster. As he got closer he could hear Tim crying.

"Please wake up, please!" he repeated, shaking you by the shoulders.

Alan assumed the worst, completely shouting, "Tim what happened?!"

"Y/N won't move! I think they're-" Tim stopped, unable to finish his sentence as Alan finally saw you.

You had a couple abrasions & cuts, otherwise fine, but Alan couldn't tell in this light. He cursed under his breath.

"Come on, kid. I'll get Y/N after you're out."

Tim hesitated but he got up soon after & Alan directed him to begin climbing down. Alan paused to just look at you for a moment. If you really are dead this might as well be the worst day of his life. He yelled at you, the person who understood him & cared for him.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he couldn't speak over a whisper as he entered the car, trying to grab you.

He moved forward cautiously, knowing that the car was suspended by a few vines & weak branches. He sat against the floor of the car, pulling your head into his lap. You were so peaceful & now that he was close, he could see that you were breathing. The wave of worries slowly washed away. I wish I could say that was the end of this nightmare of a trip.

Within seconds of Alan grabbing you, the car jerked downward. The branches were breaking. Tim screamed & began climbing down faster. Alan froze for a moment, cursing himself for letting you end up in this situation. He protected your head with one arm & braced himself against the passenger seat with the other. He held you tight, repeating apologies like that would somehow save you as each & every branch broke beneath the car. He wanted to tell you he loved you at this moment. You were unconscious & likely about to die but he wanted you to know. He was being burned by fate, he waited too long & treated you like shit today. This is all his fault. The words were stuck in his throat as you continued to fall.

You hit the ground hard, still in the car with Alan. The pain jolted you awake. Alan was dazed & In shock. You both somehow lived & you were staring at him, terrified. You led him out from under the car. The kids ran up, celebrating that you both had lived. Alan wouldn't talk, just staring at you with wide eyes. You instructed the kids to hide in a nearby tree & wait for you. They complained but listened.

"Alan? Are you okay?" You spoke with a hand on his shoulder.

You were met with Alan swallowing, trying still to figure out how to speak again. Your hands moved to cup his cheek.

"Alan, I don't understand. Are you still mad at me? What's going-"

He pulled you by the shirt into a kiss. It was short & sweet. His shaky hands found your cheeks as yours fell to your lap.

"I-I'm not mad, I'm- I'm sorry, this is my fault."

"How could this be your fault?"

"I yelled at you. I yelled when I shouldn't have. I wanted to apologize but I didn't. I love you! I love you, Y/N!"

You didn't even hesitate before pulling Alan into a deeper kiss. Only after you both needed to gasp for air did you consider pulling away. You rested your forehead on his, smiling in the thick of this horrible nightmare jungle.

"I love you too."

A/N: I'm working on my like month old requests. Shhhhhh. Also, I totally didn't follow the request. I just realized this is completely different from what you asked (LIke I said this is like a month later & I had this half-written already) as I am writing this second a/n. I'm sorry lol, request again & I'll do it but I like this one.

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Hello everything is fine? are you still getting requests? if so, i'll do mine, can i ask alan grant for something? (there's so little about this man on Tumblr 🥺). It would be in the 3rd movie, where Alan's wife and him are having a lazy morning and then they're already in the mess of the movie, maybe Alan's sweetheart ends up getting hurt and he blames himself... Idk, do whatever comes to that brilliant mind of yours, sorry, too much information for you! Kisses

A/N: I am so madly in love with Alan Grant & am convinced he's heavily neurodivergent. I'm going to watch the third movie while I write this.

Pairing(s): Alan Grant x GN!Reader

Contains: Reader gets injured, DINOSAURS, being Alan's partner (marriage), death, a lot of movie content due to the request

You & Alan had just gotten home from another one of his speeches. He was drained, all they wanted to hear about was Jurassic Park. You pulled him into the bedroom & fell asleep in his arms. He was definitely not complaining, you kept him sane. That morning was slow. He finally had a break from speeches & was able to get back to his digs. Digs made him happy so you too were happy. He didn't have a nightmare, he just peacefully slept. The fact that Alan woke up long before you & stayed in bed, not even getting ready to go amazed you. Don't get me wrong, he loved you to death, but he was also so desperately in love with his dig. You enjoyed breakfast together & spent the morning cuddling on the couch while Alan read. Finally, around noon, he left for the dig site.

You were surprised that night when Alan brought you to dinner with himself, Billy, & two strangers. They seemed like rich snobs just looking for a new thrill. Either way, the dinner was nice. That is, until the couple brought up bringing Alan back to the island.

You put your hand on Alan's lap & spoke sternly, "I'm sorry but you have the wrong man, Alan will not be going back to the island."

Alan held your hand & agreed with you, but when the man pulled out a checkbook offering to write any number... Alan was convinced. His dig was in desperate need of funding & with this he could have it forever. The only way you would let him go was if you came with him. It sparked an argument that night but in the end, he let you come along.

That all felt like yesterday, but it was far from that. Alan felt a wave of guilt hit when they said they would land the plane. He thought you would be safe, he had to ensure that they didn't land. Needless to say, that plot failed when Cooper knocked him out cold. You rushed to his aid, he was okay, just unconscious. When they landed the plane you directed Billy to stay with your husband while you encouraged the Kirbys to come back inside. It went from Spinosaurus to T-Rex in a matter of seconds. The plane was totaled & two men had already died. You were now, more than ever, amazed that your husband had made it through Jurassic Park.

You ended up together inside what seemed to be a research lab. Snacks in hand, courtesy of Billy breaking the vending machine, you were now exploring.

"Is this how you make dinosaurs?" Ms. Kirby asked softly.

"No, this is how you play god," Alan's signature pessimism shone through, not that you could blame him in your situation.

Screams drew everyone's attention to Ms. Kirby, a raptor among the group. Alan grabbed your hand & led you down a hallway, everyone else following in tow. Billy & Ms. Kirby ran into one cage while the rest climbed into the other. The former two managed to trap the raptor & everyone ran outside.

"Oh my god, it's calling for help," Alan noted, making chills run down your spine.

Alan directed the group into a herd of parasaurolophuses. Billy dropped his camera bag, only for it to be picked up by Alan.

"Into the trees!"

You managed to climb into a tree with the Kirbys, hearing Udesky yell out in pain. The raptors must've got him. Silence hung over you for a moment.

"Mr. Kirby!" Billy yelled out.

"Billy?!"

You could see Billy in an adjacent tree, "Is Alan with you?"

"Oh god," you spoke softly.

Alan was gone & you had no idea where he was. You froze & spaced out as the Kirbys tried to help Udesky. The raptors had created a trap, almost killing Ms. Kirby. You tried to help Ms. Kirby & slipped, getting scratched up by one of the raptors. Billy pulled you up while Mr. Kirby helped his ex-wife.

"Oh god, Y/N. Are you okay?" Billy quickly got behind you to check your back.

You winced as Billy moved your shirt, three long claw marks dragged down your lower back. You were lucky they had their eyes on Ms. Kirby & 'grazed' you. Billy grabbed some bandages from his pack & dressed your wound.

"Alright, is that better?" Billy asked.

"Yeah, thank you."

You & Billy decided to call around for Alan while the Kirbys stayed in a tree & talked. When it got too dark to see five feet in front of you, Billy placed a hand on your shoulder.

"We need to rest, Y/N," he didn't let his voice go over a whisper.

"No, Alan is out there alone!" You did quite the opposite.

"I know he is, he survived Jurassic Park. You think he won't make it through this?"

"I'm staying here till he gets back."

"No, Y/N. It's not safe down here. Let's go back in the tree, we'll keep searching in the morning. I promise."

"But-"

"Alan would kill me if I let you get in any more danger, or worse. Please spare my life, Y/N," Billy tried to bring a little levity.

A small smile formed, hell, you'd kill to hear Alan say anything. Even if it had to be him yelling at Billy. You agreed & followed Billy up into the tree.

It was the next morning, Billy was leading the group through the trees. You stopped at a river to drink some water. Billy pulled the Kirbys aside to talk outside of your earshot. After a moment, Billy called for you to follow again. The forest was thick & the only sound that floated amongst you was the leaves hitting everyone's body as they brushed past.

A distant yelling caught the group's attention, "Mom! Dad!"

Mr. & Ms. Kirby ran off towards the yelling, causing the rest of the group to follow, "Eric!"

You arrived at a fence & saw a boy running with Alan. The Kirbys dramatically hugged their son while you did the same with Alan.

"I thought you were dead!" You cried, Alan's touch forcing a wave of pent-up tears out at last.

"Don't worry, hon. So did I, but we're together now."

"Boy am I glad to see you," Billy spoke as you pulled away from your husband, "Hey, you got my bag."

"Yeah... Lucky strap," Alan smirked before stepping back.

"Want me to carry it?"

"'Have to find a gap here," Alan seemed to miss Billy's question, or maybe he wanted to have extra luck on his side.

The three of you looked around for a second, finally hearing the Kirbys.

"How did you find us?" Mr. Kirby asked.

"The phone, that stupid jingle from the store! I heard it!"

"My phone?"

"Yeah, your satellite phone!"

Ms. Kirby seemed confused, "Where is it?"

"I don't have it!"

"Well, when did you use it last?"

"Oh! Uh... On the plane! I got a call on the plane."

Mr. Kirby paused, causing Ms. Kirby to get scared, "What? What?!"

"I lent it to Nash, he must've had it when he-"

Mr. Kirby looked past his son with fear in his eyes, causing everyone to join him. The spinosaurus was staring hungrily at Alan & Eric, the phone ringing from deep within its stomach.

Alan's whisper made your stomach drop, "Run!"

The two ran off to their left & the group followed on the other side of the fence. Alan followed Eric through a hole in the fence & narrowly escaped a headbutt from the spinosaurus. Once you were a decent amount away from your prehistoric assailant, everyone paused to catch a breath. It only lasted a matter of seconds before the spinosaurus backed up, then lunged through the fence, chasing you all down again. The group found a short-term sanctuary in a building not far from the fence, Alan & Mr. Kirby closing & locking the door.

You fell into Alan's arms, surprised that the chase had you so winded. Alan's hands slid down your back & you jumped, crying out in pain. Alan froze thinking he hurt you somehow & began to apologize. You cupped his face in your hands.

"No, it's okay. It's just-" You paused & looked up at Billy, "I got hurt."

"What? Where? How? Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have brought you to this fucking island," Alan cursed himself as Ms. Kirby covered Eric's ears.

"When the raptors chased us to the trees I was good, well, until they got Udensky. He was hurt & Ms. Kirby went to try to help she fell. I tried to help & slipped, catching myself on the branch & they may have..." your voice fell to a murmur, "Scratched down my back."

"What?" Alan looked up at Ms. Kirby then back to you.

"I got hurt but I'm fine, don't worry. It can wait till we get off this island."

"Y/N, let me see."

You sighed & turned around bringing your hands behind your head to grab the hem of your shirt. You pulled it up slowly, trying to not irritate the wound. The bandages were a little bloody but the wounds seemed to have closed. Alan's voice caught in his throat. He wanted to say a million things at once. 'I'm so sorry for taking you here,' 'it should have been me,' 'Fuck you Ms. Kirby,' 'Billy how the hell did you let this happen,' etc. Alan stepped forward & pulled your shirt down over your wound, bringing you back to face him. He hugged you tightly, avoiding the wounds, & let his head rest on yours.

"I love you," he mumbled into your hair.

"I love you too, darling. Do you mind if I sit down, I'm a bit tired."

Alan pulled away, "Yeah, be careful."

He decided to look out the window to see if there was another way out of this building. His eyes kept finding their way back to you despite his new mission.

"Alan d'you wanna give me the bag back?" Billy more insisted than asked.

Alan clearly thought it was just a question, "It's okay Billy, I got it."

"Please give me the bag," Billy insisted, causing Alan to turn around, "It's not safe."

Alan opened the bag slowly to reveal two raptor eggs. You looked up at Billy & swallowed thickly.

"Raptor eggs. Did you steal raptor eggs?" Alan asked, the dumbfounded look almost immediately being replaced by a smirk, "Now it all makes sense."

"I swear- if I'd known that you were going to end up with them-" Billy paused, "I took them on an impulse, they'd be worth a fortune, I thought they'd be enough to fund the dig site for another ten more years... Look you have to believe me this was a stupid decision but I did it with the best intentions."

As Billy talked, the gears only turned faster in Alan's head, "With the best intentions. Some of the worst things imaginable have been done with the best intentions," Alan paused & looked at you, "I left my partner with a bumbling idiot. If you didn't grab those eggs they'd be fine!"

"Alan, I couldn't have known-"

Alan gritted his teeth, "Billy, as far as I'm concerned, you're just as bad as the people that built this place."

Well, you surely jinxed it. Alan did end up yelling at Billy. Alan walked to the window & held the eggs out, he paused. Alan turned to look at the group before bringing the eggs back inside.

"What are you doing, those things are after us because of those," Mr. Kirby began.

"Those things know we have the eggs. If I drop them in the river, they'll still be after us."

"What if they catch us with them?"

"What if they catch us without 'em?" Alan asked, always a flare for the dramatic, "There's a boat at the bottom, down river, we can try to make it to the coast at least."

Alan grabbed your hand & took you to the front of the group with him, you'd be considered 'lucky' if you managed to escape his gaze ever again. He led you down a rusty, metal spiral staircase, hellbent on getting you out of there alive.

You never did end up being able to escape his gaze. Everyone made it out & Alan forgave Billy... it took a lot of convincing from you. You picked up the job of getting sponsors for the dig & were actually really good at it. You kept the dig up & running & Alan got to see you more. It was perfect, the one good thing you got out of that stupid trip to Isla Sorna. It would be safe to say he blames himself for ever getting separated from you on the island. You've picked up giving Alan little shoulder squeezes as you walk around the dig or sitting & reading while he's hard at work. Alan didn't have enough words in the world to describe how you amazing you made him feel.

A/N: I'm obsessed with Alan Grant & made this in one sitting. Please, anyone, request more for him &/Or Ian Malcolm. I beg of you.

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Let Me Know | Alan Grant x gn!reader

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requested by anonymous

↳ ❝ Can I request Grant with the prompt “I’ve got you, it’s alright, I’m here” please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Grant wakes up from a nightmare about dinosaurs, but thankfully you're there to keep him steady and strong.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ trauma, nightmares, blood, swearing

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The room was dimly lit from the low volume television, an imprint of sweat on the bed and a feeling of nothing but heat was what Alan woke up to when he shot upright with a breathless gasp; his head swimming and his heart pounding as he shakily looked around.

You were sat in the chair beside the bed, and upon hearing the commotion, turned to look at him; you instantly frowned, and moved to sit between his legs.

"Alan?" You murmured quietly, taking his bearded face in your hands. "You okay, honey?"

Immediately, his hands went to yours, and he focused on the warmth for just a moment, his shirt so soaked with sweat that he was shivering. He nodded, eyes wide and gaze distant.

"That island..."

You nodded slowly and swallowed thickly. "I've got you, it's alright, I'm here."

Alan lurched forward, wide eyed stare as he grabbed the back of your shirt with such a forceful grip that you almost worried that he would break it.

He couldn't say it, he couldn't bring himself to admit what he had dreamed of; the giant tyrannosaurus rex and her gnashing, clashing jaws and her horribly long and thick tail that smashed everything it came into contact with.

Those awful, terrible roars that echoed for miles and those pounding, quaking footsteps. Chasing, chasing, chasing.

The blood.

So much blood.

So much fucking blood.

Alan let out a trembled breath as he sniffled and leaned back down, his sweaty head pressed against the damp pillow as he coughed and covered his hands.

The blood was everywhere.

The footsteps echoed and made the glass of water ripple.

He couldn't close his eyes, he couldn't bring himself to remember the screams of the children; the howling of Malcolm trying to distract it. How easily and nonchalantly she broke his leg.

The raptors didn't come to mind often, and he rarely found himself dreaming about them... but that tyrannosaur... it haunted him.

A car engine would backfire, and he would freeze, assuming that she was prowling around.

A slight tremble would come from the wind, and he would hide wherever kept him out of visible way.

Just picturing her giant, flesh tearing teeth had him shaking and on the verge of tears.

"Alan, honey?" You whispered softly, your hands on his chest as you tilted your head and frowned. "Do I need to call Ellie's wife and ask if Ellie can come over?"

Alan shook his head, his eyes filled with tears as his chest heaved and his breath became ragged and erratic.

You knew that something had happened on that island, and Malcolm had told you a little bit about it here and there, but Ellie and Alan had been through a lot more than that, and you knew that they were only comfortable discussing it between themselves.

You couldn't blame them, though, whatever had happened had clearly struck them both to the point where it was clearly never going to leave them.

You sighed, and moved so that you could put your head on his chest, gently trailing it up and down as your breath fanned across his wet shirt.

Alan moved one hand from his face, and gingerly placed it on your shoulder as he sniffled and used the other to wipe away the tears from his eyes; he couldn't stop crying. He didn't even know why he was crying.

Maybe it was fear.

Maybe it was the memory of those terrible events.

Maybe it was both.

He shook his head, beginning to sob quietly as he closed his eyes tightly in an attempt to stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks and onto the damp sheet.

He twitched when you gently kissed his neck, a harsh breath coming from the back of his throat as he sought out your hand and held it tightly; you could feel the sweat from his palm and the slight tremble of his fingers, and gave it a soft and gentle squeeze - enough so he knew that you were at least there.

Alan couldn't say it, as much as he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to admit that he was grateful; he really did appreciate that you didn't pressure him to talk about it, and that you didn't try to force him to tell you about what he was going through.

"Thanks, baby," he eventually said, his voice low and quiet and still rather rattled.

You nodded, swallowing thickly as you moved to kneel between his legs, still frowning as you licked your lips and tried to think of the best thing you could do in the situation.

"Hey," you gently tapped his chest. "How about we go downstairs, have a coffee, and put on those cheesy old songs that you like?"

Alan peered at you, and then nodded as he moved to follow you; he stayed well within your shadow right until you got to the kitchen, then took a seat at the breakfast bar as he watched you make the coffee.

You always knew exactly how he liked it, and he was more than happy to soak up the distraction of watching you do something mundane; it always managed to help him relax, regardless of if it was because he was stressed from a recent dig or if he had been struggling again.

Watching you always helped.

When you noticed his gaze, you bit back a grin, and did your best not to let it be known that you had realised he was watching.

You leaned over as you handed him the coffee, and smiled gently.

"You're my forever person, you know," you said softly.

Alan smiled back as he nodded and took the first sip of his coffee, grinning when he tasted it on his tongue. "And you're mine, too... but look, I can't... I can't thank you enough for all of this and I know-"

You shook your head as you gently tapped his hand. "You don't need to thank me, just... you will let me know if I ever need to do anything... even if it's just a call to Ellie, please... let me know."

He nodded as he tapped your hand back and cleared his throat. "I will, don't worry."

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Can I request Grant with the prompt “I’ve got you, it’s alright, I’m here” please?

Thank you very much!!!

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not a problem ! it's just here:

as is the usual: comments and feedback are always welcome & requests are still open !

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Hello! Could I get "I got all your favorite horror films ready to go, a couple of blankets, snacks, and uh... well, I'm here too" (147) with Alan Grant?

Hope your day is going well :)

hi !!! sure thing <3 you can read it here:

feedback/comments/etc are always welcome, and you're always more than welcome to come on anon in my inbox to say anything - a keyboard smash or string of emojis, ALLLLL IS WELCOME !!

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Hiya can I request "Just breathe for a second" with Grant please?

sure thing !!!! I just finished it but it's not my only fic for the day & I have PLENTY of space for more requests rn, so feel free to spam my inbox w Jurassic Park stuff !!! comments & feedback would also be MUCH appreciated as well <3 but you can read the fic here:

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I wish to encourage your interests and read about hot men! 60. “You do realise that I knew you had a crush on me, right?” With Dr Alan Grant pretty please?

the way I need Alan Grant is... concerning tbh. he's hot enough in the films & then you get to the novel and it's like YEAH, HE'S ALSO BEARDY AND IN HIS 40S AND SCRUFFY AND UNPROFESSIONAL, like. okay. so he's marriage material, got it.

anyway, you can read it here dhfksjfkskf:

this fic comes w a special shout out 2 of my many sons, Ace & Riot, who make an appearance as well <3

also, if you got any comments or wanna say thanks or whatever else, then my inbox is always open !

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The Masterlist of Reader Inserts

Remember, not all readers identify as women or use she/her pronouns (myself included). In order to make stories more accessible to people of all gender identities, I ask that you try to keep your requests gender neutral whenever possible. Obviously, there will be specific situations that require more gendered language but, if the idea can be applied to more than one gender identity, keep it inclusive!

Characters I’m Currently Writing For

Steven Grant (Marvel)

Walter (Alien: Covenant)

Benedict Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

Cal Kestis (Star Wars)

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw (Top Gun)

Din Djarin (Star Wars)

Key Labels

GN! = gender neutral reader, either they/them or no pronouns in use

F! = female reader (implied or stated), she/her pronouns

AFAB! = reader is described as having female genitalia but she/her pronouns are not used, can be read as transmasc or cis female

M! = male reader (implied or stated), he/him pronouns

+ = mature content, NSFW

* = author favorites/recommendations

(List below the cut. Updated: 9/17/2024)

Top Gun

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Like Father, Like Son (GN!Reader)

Duly Noted (GN!Reader College AU)

Wedding Crashers (GN!Reader) *

In My Darkest Hour (GN!Reader) *

Jurassic Park

Alan Grant

The Illusion of Control (GN!Reader) *

Safe and Sound (GN!Reader)

Daze at Dawn (GN!Reader)+

Good Boy (M!Reader)+

Alien

Walter One

No Survivors in Love (GN!Reader)*

Touch Me (GN!Reader)

Star Wars

Cobb Vanth

Take Good Care (GN!Reader) +*

Place Your Bets (GN! Reader) *

Under the Light of the Desert Moon (GN!Reader) *

Crawlin’ Back To You (AFAB!Reader) +

The Beauty of the Beast (AFAB!Reader) +

Take Me Home Tonight (GN!Reader)

Din Djarin

Until the Stars Burn Out (GN!Reader) *

Caressed by Firelight (GN!Reader) *

General Hux

A Personal Call (GN!Reader)

Something to Miss (F!Reader) +

Under the Weather (GN!Reader)

Maybe I’m Amazed (F!Reader) +

General Misconduct (GN!Reader)

A Big Mistake and a Bigger Fight (GN!Reader)

One Blast, Two Broken Bones (F!Reader) *

The Set Up (GN!Reader)

The Pleasure is Mine (GN!Reader)

General Tarkin (GN!Reader --TWO PARTS)

Never Again (GN!Reader)

Tell Me (GN!Reader)

Relax (GN!Reader)

The Gift (GN!Reader) *

To Ease the Temper (GN!Reader)

Ms. Dameron (F!Reader)

Thank You (GN!Reader)

Kylo Ren

A New Path (F!Reader)

Broken (GN!Reader)

The Showdown (GN!Reader)

In Our Italian Restaurant (GN!Reader Modern AU)

I’m Sorry (GN!Reader)

Weaknesses (F!Reader) +

Keep Him Safe (F!Reader)

Learn to Love (F!Reader)

Truly Special (GN!Reader) *

I Feel It Too (GN!Reader)

With Everything I Have (GN!Reader)

Two Can Play Dirty (GN!Reader) *

You’re a Fool (F!Reader)

Han Solo

The Virus (GN!Reader) *

No Man Left Behind (GN!Reader) *

Out of Luck (GN!Reader) *

Somebody Missed You (GN!Reader)

Promises (F!Reader)

Ben Solo

Caught (GN!Reader) *

Master’s Secret (GN!Reader)

Stories (F!Reader Werewolf AU)

Big News (F!Reader Modern AU)

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Be Careful (GN!Reader)

I Will Return (GN!Reader)

Secret (GN!Reader)

Matt the Radar Technician

No Such Thing as a Sick Day (GN!Reader)

Bullies (F!Reader)

Master and Technician (GN!Reader) *

Guardian Angel with a Blaster (F!Reader)

Lending a Hand (GN!Reader)

Marvel (MCU)

Scott Lang

Bar Fight (F!Reader)

Peter Quill

Gunslinger (GN!Reader)

Carol Danvers

Hiding (F!Reader)

T’Challa

Kingly Duties (F!Reader)

Civil War (GN!Reader)

The Bounty Hunter (GN!Reader)

Mission Impossible

August Walker

Loving a Ghost (GN!Reader)

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Nick Stokes

The Jealous Are Troublesome (GN!Reader) +*

Three Bodies and a Breakfast Burrito (GN!Reader)

Your Lucky Day (GN!Reader)

Undercover (F!Reader)

Popping the Cherry (F!Reader)

Competition (GN!Reader)

Indiana Jones (Movie Series)

Indiana Jones

How Many Times? (GN! or F!Reader) *

Morning Sunlight (GN!Reader)

No Hands (F!Reader)