#Jurassic World One Shot

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You Don’t Get To | Owen Grady One Shot

here’s our first new work from the lovely jay, and of course she stays faithful to mr grady! this is the heavily requested part 2 to one of our old imagines, so read that first here! warnings: this is all you need to hit your weekly recommended intake of ANGST. let’s all hope miss jay is ok after banging this one out. love you <3 word count: 1.1k  written by: jay

Rain hammered against the roof with the occasional thunderclap to accompany it, which only added to your bad mood, and your best friend couldn’t help it no matter how hard she tried.

“You hungry?”

No reply.

“Hey... Is anybody in there?”

A flick to the side of your head brought you out of your trance. “Hm?”

“I said, are you hungry?”

You shook your head, earning a sigh in response. “Look, I know you miss him and I know you're worried about him but you need to eat, shower-- You need to do something! It’s been... It’s been god knows how long and all you’ve done is mope around your house, avoid going anywhere near the raptor paddock, and cry.”

“I know,” you agreed. She was right, but you couldn’t shake the dark cloud that was hanging over you. Owen was your best friend, your other half and he’d turned into someone you didn’t know anymore. It had been weeks, he didn’t come to check if you were okay; there had been no texts, no phone calls. It was as though you didn’t even exist to him anymore and filling that person-sized hole inside you was harder than you’d have ever imagined. “He isn’t worth it.”

“That’s the problem, I still think he is.” 

“I’m making you some tea and we are going to put on a horror film and hopefully scare the sad out of you.” You stifled a laugh, curling your legs underneath you on the sofa as you waited for your friend to return. 

The storm had worsened outside, thunder and lightning now occurring at more regular intervals and the rain was becoming almost deafening. 

“Find a movie! Do something useful!”

“Fine!” You sighed, dragging your body off the sofa to look through the shelves of movies that littered shelves around the living room. Within half an hour, you were curled up on the sofa with a mug of hot tea and some toast with some crap horror on TV; You weren't sure what was really happening in the movie because your mind was, as per usual, elsewhere.

A knock at the door pulled you back to reality once more. “Who would be out in weather like this?” You wondered aloud, making your way over to check through the window. You pulled back the curtain and, illuminated by a flash of lightning, was the last person you expected to see.

Owen Grady.

Rain dripped from the ends of his hair, his shirt was sticking to him and he had mud splattered up the front of his legs. You flung the door open, ready to unleash hellfire on the man who had dropped you for someone who he barely knew, but “Wha-” Was all you could muster before the dishevelled raptor trainer collapsed into your arms, sobbing.

Something was tragically wrong. Owen was one of the strongest men you’d ever met, seeing him look so small and fragile pulled at your heartstrings in a way you never thought possible. “Owen, what-?“

“She left me,” he choked out, his face nestled in your neck. “I came home and her stuff was gone, no explanation, nothing. I thought something had happened-” he took a breath. “She went back to her ex, got the earliest flight out this morning.”

You wanted so desperately to feel sorry for him, to welcome him back with open arms as though the whole thing hadn't happened but it was almost as though there was some sort of wall between you. He looked like Owen, he sounded like Owen but he wasn't the Owen you had grown to love. Not anymore. But… you weren’t completely heartless. 

“Come and get dry.”

You piled Owen into the shower, shoved his clothes in the dryer and dug through your drawers from some clothes that he’d left behind what felt like a lifetime ago. “

There’s clothes outside the bathroom,” you called, retreating back into the living room which was now empty. You must’ve missed your friend’s calls of goodbye. It seemed that you had been left alone to deal with the situation without a spectator, which you were thankful for.

You settled on the sofa once more, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the porch, waiting for the shower to switch off. The more you sat there, the more you had time to mull over how Owen had treated you over the past six months and it made you angry. Now everything has gone off the deep end for him, he comes crawling back and expects you to just forget everything.

But you weren't going to let him get away with it. Not without making sure he knew what he’d done to you.

The shower switched off and Owen shuffled about in the background, changing into the fresh clothes you had left for him. He wandered into the lounge, hesitant as he made his way over.

“Hey,” Owen sank into the sofa next to you, sheepish. 

“Hi.”

“Look-”

“Save it, Owen. I’m not interested in your apologies.”

“I just-”

You stood up, exasperated. “I said, don’t!” You sighed, running your hands through your hair. “You don't get to come back here and act like you weren’t an absolute asshole to me! All in the name of some whirlwind romance that swept you off your feet and turned you into someone monstrous.”

“You’re right,” he looked at his lap, wringing his hands.

“I know I am. You broke my heart and you didn’t even care, you turned into someone I didn’t recognise, Owen. I had to sit back and watch my best friend, the man I loved, fade away and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I tried. God, I tried so hard- But you just- You stopped listening and-” 

A tear slipped down your face, making you groan in frustration.

“...And you just let me slip away.”

Owen fell silent, any words he had to say evaporated into thin air and the only thing he could manage was “Loved?”

“What?”

“You said ‘man you loved’. As in, past tense?” He looked up at you, eyes filled with tears once more.

“Don’t. You don’t get to come back here and make me- you just don’t get to do that.”

“Do what?” He was stood now, stepping towards you.

“Stop.”

“Do what?” He repeated. He was right in front of you now, lacing his fingers with yours. He was close enough that you could feel his breath against your face and smell the shampoo he had used in the shower… He smelled safe, like home.

“Owen...”

“Say it.”

“You don’t get to come back here and make me fall in love with you again, it’s not fair,” you mumbled, barely speaking above a whisper.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

escape from isla nublar

words: 2.6k

warnings: jurassic world alternate universe, dinosaurs, violence, brief mentions of gore (but not detailed), illusions of sex but not actually written out, established relationship, soft!rafe, death tw, proposal, mentions of anxiety & panic attacks

a/n: im having a lot of fun with writing aus, so here! take another one!

“thank you so much for bringing me here, rafe.” you coo out, getting onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

rafes arm slides around your waist, keeping you tugged in close as the boat approaches the dock of the island. you squeal along with all the children gathered around impatient and ready to jump off the boat and explore.

“welcome to isla nublar!” the voice of a friendly sounding woman says over the speakers. “please disembark slowly and carefully and enjoy your stay in jurassic park!”

“baby, can i just say-” rafe begins as the crowd shuffles forward, most with bags in their hands or suitcases being wheeled behind them, but rafe has already arranged to have them brought to your room so you can get right to exploring. 

“mhm.” you hum, encouraging him to continue.

“that you've been so chill this entire trip so far. proud of you.” it might sound weird to anyone else, but you've always gotten nervous when leaving your home for too long, worried something bad would happen. rafe saw it on your first trip he took you on where you tried and very much failed to hide your anxiety.

“im so excited there's like no room for nerves.” you giggle as you walk down the gangway. “and the fact that you let me plan everything. you know how much i love a schedule.”

“we are so different.” rafe shakes his head, hand squeezing yours as you step into the concrete, turning away from the crowds heading to the resort and towards the main street and the iconic innovation center.

“opposites attract.” you state, and it couldn't be more true, but rafe loves you more than he could ever envision caring about someone.

as you round the lagoon, trying to see if you're able to catch a glimpse of the giant mosasaurs in its depths, you feel your excitement levels only elevate more.

“oh my gosh, there's the petting zoo entrance.” you turn and pout to rafe.

“isn't that mostly for kids?” he raises a singular eyebrow.

“i mean yeah, but you also get to pet baby dinosaurs. totally worth it.” you tug him towards the entrance.

--

“okay.” you sigh, placing your hands on your hips. “i guess we should slow down so we have things to do for the rest of the trip.” 

“im already exhausted.” rafe chuckles. “how about dinner then to the hotel?”

as tired as rafe is, he's certainly not going to complain about being run around isla nublar when he gets to see the gleaming smile on your face every time he looks at you.

“sounds good… we could go to winstons steak house,” you point in one direction, then the other “jurassic cafe, or the brachiosaurus restaurant.”

“how about whatever is closest.” rafe rubs his hand over his face.

“okay steak house it is.” it's your turn to take rafes hand. 

he barely manages to stay awake through dinner, and by the time you're back at the hotel, he's passed out on the bed before he can change into his pajamas.

--

“what would you like to do today?” you ask rafe. “anything but that hang gliding, you know how i feel about heights.”

“the gyrospheres look fun.” rafe shrugs and looks at the map pulled up on your phone. “or kayaking.”

“why not both.” you toss your phone to the side and cup rafes cheek, bringing your lips together in a kiss.

“you're the best boyfriend ever.”

rafe places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you down onto the mattress, laying you back.

“we can wait a little bit though, right?” the smirk on his face gives him away.

“i think that would be fine.” you giggle, pulling rafes shirt off over his head.

--

“that was actually so fun.” you hum out.

“it was when you let me drive and we could finally go fast.” rafe says. you were halfway through the gyrosphere tour when you handed the controls over to rafe, allowing him to speed through the ankylosaurus herds.

“but we will not be doing that on the kayak.” you hold your finger up.

“yes ma’am.” rafe says, slipping the attendant a $20 bill to move you to the front of the line, not wanting you to have to wait.

“life vest.” rafe says, slipping it over your head while he just grabs his and throws it into the kayak, not planning on putting it on unless something happens.

rafe helps you step down into the kayak, grabbing the paddle knowing he's going to sit in the back and do all the work.

--

“this is so beautiful.” you say, leaning back into your seat as you look at the stegosaurus and it's long neck reaching up to grab the leaves, his feet submerged in the water as you paddle past.

“this might be even better than the velociraptors.” rafe says.

“wait-” you sit up. “whats that sound? is that a radio?”

it takes a second for rafes ears to pick it up, but he can hear the frantic static of voices over a walkie talkie.

rafe continues to paddle, realizing suddenly that you've separated from all the other kayaks and can't see anyone. he brings the kayak closer to the side when he hears the radio as you reach out to pick it up from the muddy bank.

you turn the volume knob up as you try to make out what the voice is saying through the water logged speaker.

“we sent the containment unit out with nonlethal force and they're all dead! immediate evacuation, get everyone inside and back to the hotel!”

“rafe…” you turn towards him, eyes widening in fear.

“im sure it's just some kid pulling a prank.” rafe takes the radio, finding the speech button and pressing it. “what is going on?”

“who is that? this is an authorized channel.” one voice says before another cuts it out.

“whoever you are, seek shelter immediately. the indominus rex is on the loose, currently heading towards-” the radio sparks and then dies out.

“shit.” rafe hits it against his thigh, but it's clearly no use.

“rafe.” your voice is already shaking. “the indominus rex. i don't know what it is, but it doesn't sound good.”

“okay.” rafe stands up and steps out of the kayak, pulling it onto the bank before helping you out. “baby-” he places his hands on your shoulders. “i need you to stay calm. you know this island like the back of your hand. where are we?”

“we-” you take a deep, shaking breath. “we are halfway through the kayak adventure. we should head just west and find the road to the aviary.”

“okay.” rafe presses a kiss to your forehead. “let's go quickly and quietly. im sure they've already contained whatever dinosaur escaped.”

“yeah.” you nod, gulping, not so sure.

rafes steady hand stays in yours, helping you over bushes and downed trees.

“shouldn't be much farther.” you bite your lip, hoping you didn't get the direction wrong.

“hang on.” rafe whispers, placing a finger over his lips. 

before you can fully comprehend what's happening, he's tugging you down under a giant tropical plant, the leaves hiding you as you hear whatever rafe did, the pounding footsteps of dinosaurs.

“that's the stegosaurus we saw earlier.” you remember the distinct marking along its side.

“get over here.” rafe pulls you in tighter, not allowing you to see as he presses you against the stem of the large plant, covering your body with his own.

“it's okay, it's a herbivore.” you say, when you hear the second set of dinosaur footsteps following it. you tense up, and you can feel a panic attack setting in as you pick your head up to see some sort of giant rex running after it.

you both stay still and silent until it's clearly far enough away.

“rafe.” you tremble as you turn into your back, his body still hovering over yours, protecting you, willing to put himself in the line of danger if he needs to.

“it's okay.” his voice is betraying how scared he is as well, but he's going to try his best to not let you see it. “let's just get to the aviary.”

“i-i can't.” you shake your head. “im fucking terrified.” 

“me too, baby.” he says. “but we gotta get under cover somewhere before that thing catches up to the stegosaurus and comes back for us.”

you swallow deeply, eyes closing for a brief minute, gaining all your courage you possibly can.

“okay.” you're up and moving quickly, running towards the aviary. your steps are no longer balanced and cautious, moving quickly through the jungle until you make it through the trees to the grassy plane.

“the aviary!” you point at the large glass dome, just in time to see a helicopter careening into it, smashing a hole that instantly has pterodactyls flying out.

“shit!” rafe shouts, tugging you back into the treeline.

“we're gonna die.” you sob out, not able to hold back your tears as you crumple to the ground.

“no.” rafe says firmly. “i will not lose you.”

he knows he needs to move, especially as the pterodactyls come closer, and he doesn't have time to console you enough to get you ready to move.

rafe reaches down and pulls you into his arms, hugging your shaking form against his chest as he follows the same path of disturbed leaves and muddy footprints back to the river.

“i need you to paddle.” rafe says, glad your kayak is still in the same space. “i know you're scared, but you need to help me here. we need to go fast.”

you sniffle and look up at rafe, your big eyes filled with tears causing his heart to pang out in pain. “okay.”

rafe bends down, pressing your lips together in a soft and caressing kiss before climbing onto the back of the kayak.

you both immediately begin to paddle hastily, not knowing where the next meat eating dinosaur could be.

“the river goes underground then should let us off near main street.” you tell rafe, eyes briefly closing to envision the map in your head before putting your entire focus back onto paddling.

“baby, still.” rafe says softly, both of you pausing as you look upwards, seeing pterodactyls wings flapping over, thankfully not seeming to notice you under the treetops, yet you still wait until they pass over before beginning to paddle again.

“there's the cave.” you say, pointing as the river bends and you head underground, lights strung along the cave ceiling as you paddle underground, able to take a deep breath now that you're under cover.

“are there any dinosaurs in this cave?” rafe questions, helping you move back so you're leaned against him. 

“shouldn't be.” you say, eyes closing as your adrenaline drops now that you're mostly safe.

“go ahead and rest.” rafe hums as he paddles, looking down at you in relief.

--

“y/n.” rafe shakes your shoulder and you sit up with a gasp, looking around, waiting to see the indominus rex charging at you.

“it's okay.” rafe says. “we're just leaving the cave.”

“so that wasn't all just a nightmare?” you sit up, knowing you must not have been asleep that long, but already feeling majorly refreshed.

“im afraid not.” rafe sighs as you grab your paddle to help steer.

“so this let's out…”

“near the resort. we should be safe there.” you squint into the dying sunlight as the kayak leaves the caves and enters into the large man-made lake.

you both quickly steer to the side, glad to be out of the kayak and on your own two feet.

“to the resort.” you say, able to tell that there are still people running from main street in that direction.

rafe is about to toss the paddle back into the boat when a screech comes from overhead and you both look up to see a pterodactyl perched over cave entrance.

“run!” rafe yells, not turning his back from the dinosaur to see that you haven't moved an inch, not leaving him.

the pterodactyl lunges forward just as rafe swings his paddle at it, hitting it in the beak, but it only enrages the dinosaur more.

you move quickly to grab your paddle, joining rafe in hitting at it, keeping the snapping beak away from pecking at your skin.

“baby, go.” rafe grunts out.

“no! im not leaving you.” you keep slapping at its beak and head until it gets annoyed and roars before taking off to the sky.

“fuck.” rafe groans. “i hate dinosaurs. sorry baby.”

“that's okay.” you say with a slight laugh. “i don't think i like them that much anymore either.”

you take off towards the resort, keeping your oars held tightly in your hands, just in case any pterodactyls try something.

“onto the ship or into the resort?” you question, seeing people trying to get into both.

rafe opens his mouth to respond when a roar rips through the air.

he looks around quickly, pulling you into taller grass, not having any other close cover.

“some of the gates must be down.” you whisper.

“why?” rafe questions, not doubting you as his eyes search through the field before you point at the crowd of people, even more frantic as you watch from a distance.

“because there's a metriacanthosaurus.”

the name makes rafe blink harshly before he sees it, the dinosaur flinging people around as it takes advantage of the hoards of people trying to get to cover.

“oh my god.” you cover your mouth, watching as the carnivore rips someone in half.

“don't watch.” rafe pulls you further into the grass, tucking you against his chest.

you close your eyes and focus on his arm wrapped around your shoulder instead of the screams.

“i got you.” rafe whispers, free hand tapping his shorts to make sure the box is still there in his pocket.

“i know.” you press your lips into his neck. “i know.”

gunshots ring out and rafe looks out of the grass to see that the dinosaur has finally brought down and everyone is safely inside.

“okay, let's run.” rafe helps you stand, deciding to head towards the boat instead of the hotel, knowing it's just one step closer to getting you safe.

you take off in a run, entering up the gangway you went down just yesterday morning.

“inside the cabin.” one of the staff says quickly, ushering you through the glass doors into the packed hallway of people, but rafe keeps moving, tucking you into him until you're towards the front of the boat, able to move up a level and find a place to sit down.

“we're okay.” you say as you relax into the sofa. “we’re alive.”

“i love you.” rafe says, head dropping to your shoulder. “im never talking you on another vacation like this again, but i love you.”

“and i thought you were protective before.” you chuckle, breathing out heavily.

“really ruined my whole plan though.” rafe knows that you both just experienced a trauma that will no doubt need to be unpacked later, but you're just happy to be safe inside the cruise ship.

“what plan?” you lift your head up.

“not the best time but-” rafe sits up and pulls a box out of his pocket. “i planned to ask you in front of the waterfall, all romantic and sweet. but i don't want to waste a single moment longer.”

rafe flicks the top of the box up to reveal a glimmering ring. “will you marry me?”

you let out a squeal and jump into rafes arms, “yes!”

sfw tags: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie @ladyinbl00d @ethanthequeefqueen @drewsephrry @wearemadeofstardust0

[swan2swan]

Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous

Running Gag: Yaz Crashes the Car

It's a scientific fact that if you put Yaz in control of a wheeled vehicle, eventually, you will no longer have a vehicle. It may be deliberate, it may be the fault of the vehicle, she may not even be in the driver's seat, but if any insurance company were to find out, her premiums will be through the roof.

[spittyfishy]

I really liked Darius and Brooklyn’s friendship all throughout Camp Cretaceous, they’re so fun!

[clonedchaos]

Random Handler Thought

For some reason I had a thought about a scenario over if The Handler from JWCT ever met Owen Grady and how would they react with one another. That’s something I always kinda wanted to see in Dominion between Owen and Santos given their sort of parallel relationships with dinosaurs. The Handler seems kind of in the middle between them in that she seems to genuinely care for her pack like Owen but she still uses them for malicious purposes like Santos.

I also hope we get a backstory or name drop or just ANYTHING else about her because her character has grown on me a lot.

A part of me thinks if her and Owen met, they probably would not get along in the slightest. But the other half of my brain is just “Okay, but what if they talked about their raptor kids for a moment with just a hint of bonding?”

I don’t know if anyone has come up with a name for her or if the community is just collectively calling her “The Handler”.

Also why do I have a thought that she might die at the end of the series? If this is set pre-Dominion, she’d either give up control of the raptors to Santos for whatever reason, dies, or maybe gets redeemed? Possibly? Idk, just random food for thought.

[nerdfighterwhatevernumbers]

what would actually be funniest to me is if Kenji and Brooklynn are awkwardly avoiding each other in the trash van and won't talk about why, everyone is stressed they maybe broke up, after a full episode (at least) of this Kenji finally admits he proposed and hasn't gotten an answer

[enchanted--realm]

But It’s An Animal Hospital

Prompt by @jurassicsickfics 1: Intense Isla Nublar/Sorna heat causing nausea. Thanks for keeping the fandom alive!

Tags: Clawen, Sickfic, One Shot, Jurassic world, Pre-Jurassic World (2015), Claire Dearing/Owen Grady, Owen Grady takes care of Claire Dearing, heat exhaustion, pov descriptions of feeling sick

Summary: Claire suffers from mild heat exhaustion and Owen takes care of her, cuteness ensues.  Clawen one shot sickfic.

Content warning, pov descriptions of feeling sick.

Notes: Personally, I'm not a big fan of reading about stomach upset and think it's really gross, so the descriptions of nausea are pretty mild.  No one actually ends up v*miting.  So, sorry if that's your thing??  To each their own though.

Happy Jurassic June everyone!  Clawenafterdark on twitter, shout out to you!

Also, this is the first Clawen fic I've ever written and I've been obsessing over another fandom lately so this may read a little out of character, I'm not really sure.  I tried my best.  Thank you so much for reading! < 3

Keep reading under cut

Link to work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47698048

_________

The sun was beating down on Claire all day, and the humidity felt like it was trying to choke her. It was the hottest day of the year yet, and of course today was the day that Claire's schedule had her running all over the park.

Her usual morning meetings had been replaced by an investors tour which she had been giving around the outdoor paddock of one of their newest attractions. She had answered question after question in the ninety degree heat, trying to look composed while brushing sweat off her brow, and it wasn't even noon then.

She'd known she'd be outside for the majority of the day, and so she had dressed accordingly in her loosest and lightest business attire, but given it was only morning when she started to tire from the heat, she knew she had a brutal day ahead of her.

After the investors tour, which had unfortunately gone overtime, Claire had driven across the park to see about new developments for one of the resorts. Another outdoor meeting. Her car had felt like an oven on the way there with the air conditioning still not working since she kept forgetting to call the auto shop. She had to have all the windows down just so she could breathe. Of course by that time her water had gone warm and did nothing to cool her down.

When she had parked at the resort, she ripped open an instant cooling pack. Over the years of living on the island, she learned to keep them on hand for hot days like this. She hardly had the time to use it though if she wanted to get to her meeting on time, so she had tossed it in the glove compartment after a minute of use.

By the time Claire had gotten back to her car from meeting with the designers she was suffering from a small headache. The meeting had gone well enough, but it was a complete waste of time. All Claire did was nod her head in approval basically. She hated meetings like those. There were a million other things she could have been doing. She supposed the only reason she had been there was to instill fear into the staff and remind them of the standards they had to live up to. They never detoured inside the resort like she had hoped, so that was another sweltering, wasted 40 minutes of her life.

She had looked forward to driving back to her office to enjoy lunch indoors when she had gotten a phone call from one of the directors. There was a major brief happening later that day with Jurassic World's top veterinarian, and one of the directors working on the brief called her to come early, as they were dealing with an emergency that needed her input. She had stayed on the phone with the team as she drove over, and they queued her in on the scenario. She was basically approving the matter over the phone but she still needed to be there in person to see the situation through. By the time their little emergency had been taken care of, it was almost two hours past the matter, and it was now time for the regular scheduled briefing to occur.

This is how Claire found herself now at the main outdoor paddock, standing in the hot sun once again, not having had any break from the heat for the entire five hours she had been at work.

She was hungry, she had a headache, and God it was hot out.

She squinted as she looked around the paddock where herself, the vice president, top directors, the entire veterinarian department, head staff animal handlers, and a few select fellows, were meeting. Zara spotted her near the front of the group and came to stand by her side. Claire smiled at her in greeting and listened as Zara talked about her morning. Claire couldn't remember a word of what her assistant was saying, though. Claire kept zoning in and out of the conversation, tired from the morning she had. Though Claire lived on the island for about a decade now and was used to the Central American heat, she normally spent her work day indoors and wasn't used to spending long hours in the sun like this. It didn't help that she hadn't eaten since breakfast.

Her stomach grumbled a little then, and she tried to ignore the empty concave of her stomach and instead focus on the head veterinarian as he called the briefing to a start.

The brief began outdoors of the paddock, the sun still high in the sky and the heat peaking at the hottest hours of the day. It must have been well over a hundred degrees by now and the humidity was still suffocating. They thankfully moved indoors as they walked through the animal hospital, though the air was stuffy and warm from all the bodies in the room. That's when she noticed Owen Grady in their small crowd. He was standing near a few people she recognized to be animal handlers. He walked with that confident swagger he usually wears, and Claire felt her stomach somersault at the sight of him. She inwardly groaned as the butterflies in her stomach and added flush in her cheeks did nothing to help her feel any better in handling the heat. Her bangs were starting to stick to her forehead. She hoped she didn't look too much of a mess. Immediately, she scolded herself in her thoughts for being worried about what she looked like in front of Owen Grady of all people. She was not going to give that meat-head, scoundrel of a man anymore attention, no matter how handsome he was, nor how his voice dipped when he talked to her. Her stomach flipped again and she cursed in her thoughts. She most certainly did not give any attention to his backside as he followed the group out of the room, most certainly not. She took a deep breath as she followed everyone outside to another paddock. Being one of the last few people to exit the hospital, she ended up standing in the unwanted spot directly in the sun, the rays beating atop her head, most likely making her skin burn as well. She couldn't remember the last time she reapplied her sunblock.

Squinting against the sun, she tried to focus on what the veterinarian was saying but just had to pretend by this point. Gosh, the heat was so strong she was starting to feel lightheaded, she thought. Good thing Zara was taking notes. Claire took another deep breath, resisting the urge to fan herself and willed her mind to stay awake and focused. The briefing was allotted two hours in her calendar. She already felt like they'd been there for five, so it couldn't last much longer. She told herself she just had to keep it together until the meeting was over, and then she could go back to her air conditioned office in peace.

Unconsciously, Claire smacked her lips together, tasting the dryness of her mouth. Her stomach was starting to feel uncomfortably empty, she noticed. If she had some privacy she could let herself falter, she thought, but she couldn't let the staff see her in this state. Sure, Claire was only human like the rest of them, but she didn't want the image of her stumbling away lightheaded living in anyone's mind, especially the staff she commanded. She needed people to respect her.

She swallowed again, her mouth feeling pasty, and then her stomach cramped. She stilled, her breath hitching, until her muscles released and then she took a relieving breath. This could not be happening now, she thought. Perhaps she should find someplace to sit down, but she hesitated at the idea. This briefing was important and she had to be here. Breaking her from her thoughts, she caught some movement in her peripheral vision. Her eyes widened at recognizing Owen Grady standing at her right. She quickly collected her facial expression, hoping he didn't notice her surprise. Was he standing next to her the entire time, she thought? She spared another glimpse his way and tried not to notice the way his hand rested on his hip, or the way his other hand smoothed over his scruff, or how his musky scent drifted over from where he stood. Her cheeks flushed then, and heat swelled through her entire body. A wave of lightheadedness went through her again, and she wasn't sure if she swayed in her footing or if it only felt like she did. She spared a glance at Owen again and he seemed closer to her than before. Did she do that or did he, she wondered. Gosh, her stomach felt awful.

She tested her tongue in her mouth again, detecting a funny taste building up. She had no idea what the head veterinarian was talking about anymore. All she could focus on was the feeling of the sun beating down on her skin, and the beads of sweat trickling down her hairline, making her bangs stick to her forehead. Hot. She felt so hot. She briefly registered Zara's voice and then suddenly a shadow blocked the glaring sun from her eyes. Staring straight ahead, it took her a second to realize Owen Grady stood in her vision. She looked around to see the small crowd dispersing. She hadn't even realized the brief ended.

She heard Owen say her name then, and she turned back to him, finding it difficult to look up into his eyes.

"You okay?" Owen asked. He sounded a little fuzzy in her ears, though she recognized the concern in his voice even if she couldn't see his face.

Another wave of lightheadedness made her delay in response. "Fine," was all she was able to breathe out. Without thinking, she lifted her hand to hold onto his arm to steady herself and started to step towards the animal hospital. Her head instantly felt like it was trying to float away as she walked too quickly. Owen's hand pressed hot to her back, keeping her balanced.

He said something she didn't register and she found it comforting, but at the same time his warm breath was on the skin of her cheek and it made her stomach coil even more than it already was.

She didn't realize he was guiding her inside the animal hospital until the door closed behind them.

"The heat," she managed to breath out as she followed him to where she knew there was a private break room. Owen walked them too fast for her liking, though she knew they were walking slowly anyhow, and she feared she would faint on the way there, tightening her grip on his hand that she was apparently holding. The moment Owen opened the door to the small break room the cold air hit her face and she felt instant relief. She stepped through the door and breathed in the cold like she was gulping down ice water. She stumbled immediately into a chair at the small round table in the center of the room and rested her head in her hands, closing her eyes. One of her hands quickly moved to her stomach when she felt it tighten with another wave of nausea. She couldn't help the small cry that escaped her lips at the feeling.

"Claire." Owen pushed her hair out of her face. His strong voice helped her focus her mind.

"I'm okay. I'm okay," she panted, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt Owen brush her hair once more before leaving her side and heard him rumbling through the cabinets of the kitchenette. Claire continued to breathe in the cool air and felt her head steady to a slightly less floating sensation.  It calmed her down a little and her heartbeat started to regulate.

"Drink this." She heard Owen's rough voice and then something thumped onto the table. She blinked her eyes open to half-lidded and saw an opened bottle of water in front of her.

She just stared at it for a moment, not having the strength to move right away. Then she lifted the hand from her stomach and reached for the water, raising her head just enough so she could take a drink. Owen sat to her right, fumbling with whatever else he brought over to the table, she didn't know what. Her stomach churned as she brought the water closer, but she knew she should at least try to drink something. She brought the bottle to her lips and took the smallest sip. When she swallowed she felt another wave of nausea, and she scrunched her face, turning away and setting the bottle back on the table.

"Try to drink some more," he prompted her softly.

"Mm." She shook head, still scrunching her eyes closed. "Nauseous," she explained, leaning her elbows on the table and resting her head on her hand again. She panted lightly as she gazed mindlessly in front of her, her heartbeat picking up again.

She heard Owen move something plastic around. "Here. This will help," he said.

She gasped as an icy cold sensation landed between her shoulder blades and then quickly relaxed, almost groaning at how pleasurable it felt. A shiver ran through her body and she sighed as she relaxed more, leaning her elbows further and sinking into the table. Her head slid in her hand as she tilted to look sideways, meeting Owen's eyes for the first time since being in the room. She just blinked at him as he stared at her, and then she closed her eyes again, too tired to focus on anything.

She relaxed like that for a minute before she felt Owen moving the ice pack up to the back of her neck. She breathed deeply again in relief.

"How are you feeling?" Owen asked softly.

Claire's head was still floating and her stomach a little sick, but she could feel her mind starting to come back to her at least. She sat up the slightest bit, still propping her head up by her chin.

Claire licked her lip before speaking. "A little better," she admitted, her voice slightly hoarse so she cleared it. She blinked at him, finally able to hold her focus on Owen clearly. His gaze was soft and there was a pretty shine in his eyes, she thought. Her stomach somersaulted for non-sick-related reasons, and she had to break eye contact with him in order to steady herself. She couldn't find the strength to lift her head from her hand, so she held the weight of it as she stared at the first aid kit Owen found, seeing the open wrapper of an instant cooling pack, not unlike one of the ones she used earlier today.  "Mmm...I'm a little lightheaded. And nauseous still," she informed him. She lifted her free hand to grasp at the ice pack Owen held to her neck, and he argued with her not to bother. She grasped around his fingers anyway, noticing how cool his hand felt in comparison to hers, and told him she wanted the pack at her forehead, in which case he gave way and let her move it to where she wanted.

She held the pack against her head, closing her eyes as she absorbed the cold, glad to have the heat disappearing from the palm of her hand as well. It felt like her mind was waking up more with every passing minute, which she was grateful for. She heard Owen shuffle in his seat, then.

"Did you eat today?" His voice was tender still.

"Just breakfast," she responded honestly, and she heard the creak of the chair as he got up and rummaged around the kitchenet.

Her hands finally started feeling a normal temperature as she moved the ice pack to her left hand and leaned her temple into the pack, reveling in the cold soaking straight into her pulse point. She took in another deep breath and opened her eyes. She couldn't see Owen, just the empty chair he sat in before. She looked to her right using just her eyes, too tired to turn her head, and saw the blurry image of Owen in the corner of her vision, standing over the counter.  The refrigerator hummed annoyingly in the background.  She couldn't tell what Owen was doing, but she liked that she got to gaze at him, even in this blurry state. His shape came into focus as she followed him with her eyes as he returned to her. He placed a sports drink on the table, along with an opened box of crackers. She followed a drop of condensation with her eyes as it rolled down the length of the bottle when she heard his voice again.

"I know your stomach isn't feeling well, but you should try to get something in your system," he urged mildly, and she turned her gaze to his face.

His hazel eyes stared back at her, waiting. She inhaled as she looked back to the sports drink. She felt like she was coming back to her senses enough. She could try again at holding down a drink, she thought. Lifting her head from her hand for the first time since she came into the room, she let the ice pack slide from her temple down to her neck and held it there until she had to use both her hands to open the drink. She tried to unscrew the cap but it was sealed tight, and she didn't have the grip strength to try harder. Owen took the bottle immediately from her hands and opened it without effort, before placing it back in front of her and mumbling an apology.

"Thanks." Claire suppressed a smile. Gingerly, she lifted the drink to her lips and paused before taking a sip of the artificially bright yellow liquid. The moment the ice-cold drink filled her mouth her mind instantly woke up, her eyes widening as she pursed her lips at the strong sugary, citrus flavor before gulping it down. She blinked a few times and felt herself straighten up a little in her chair.

"There she is!" Owen's voice boomed throughout the small room and almost made her jump in her seat.

She turned towards him and saw the grin on his face that she knew would be there, the smile reaching his eyes and making them twinkle a certain way that she tried desperately not to find adorable.

She sat still for a moment, gauging the cool feeling in her throat and the way the cold liquid settled in her stomach. Her nausea didn't feel any worse, so she chanced another drink. It felt good.

She slouched in her chair again, resting her head on her hand as she held the ice pack behind her ear and looked at Owen. Her head was no longer floating, instead feeling a little heavy now, like a pressure headache had built up from her brain having melted in the sun. She took another drink, feeling the cold liquid settle in her stomach. She finally processed the whole of what happened here, and suddenly, she felt very intimate with Owen Grady. He was still looking at her with a smile in his eyes, and her heartbeat picked back up.

"You're looking better," he stated. "Your color’s gone back to normal."

She felt herself wanting to hide her face at his notice of her color, instead just faltering her gaze before looking back at him.

"Thank you,” she started, “but you didn't have to do this." Claire felt the urge to deflect his attention, hardly getting out the sentence before Owen started protesting.

"I had to make sure you were okay, Claire," he interrupted her, but she spoke on top of him, saying she would have been fine on her own to which his facial expression immediately objected.

"You were p-practically fainting, Claire. I couldn't ignore that. I had to make sure you were alright." He cut himself off then, and she wondered how strong his worry for her was. She thought his face said it enough, with his intense stare and the way he shook his head like he couldn't think of words to say. She noticed how his chest puffed as he breathed deeply and recalled how sharp his voice was just now. She thought she'd go easy on him and just accept his concern.

"Thank you," she gave honestly. She had to admit, it was sweet of him to stay with her and care for her in the first place. It was nice knowing someone cared. Or at least she let herself be hopeful enough or delusional enough, she wasn't sure which, to think he really cared, not just about the safety of a person, because she knew Owen would help anyone who needed it, but that he cared about her.

"I'm okay, now, Owen. Thank you, honest, but you don't have to stay," she regretted saying the words as soon they came out of her mouth, not wanting him to leave and more than that, seeing the way his eyes shifted away from hers. She didn't want him to think she wanted him to leave so she quickly added, "I mean, you're welcome to stay, but...you don't need to. I don’t want to hold you up." She fisted her hand in her lap. She couldn't understand how she could be commanding a boardroom one minute, and then when it came to this man she could hardly look him in the eye. Her stomach flipped and it made her nausea act up a little, a sour taste coming into her mouth. She cleared her throat and took another sip of the sports drink to bring a pleasant taste back.

"You're not holding me up." A smile quirked at the corner of his mouth, and she was glad to have said something right. His gaze quickly changed as he looked her over. "I'll leave, though, if you want to be alone," he hesitated and started to rise from his seat, and before she knew it she'd blurted out for him to stay.

Owen immediately froze, his mouth slightly ajar.

"Stay," she said again more clearly, processing her words this time. "I want you to...if you want to," she finished, finding it hard to keep eye contact with him. Her heart beat harder, and she felt the repercussions of it in her pounding headache.

Owen relaxed back into his seat, keeping his gaze locked on Claire.

"I want to," he replied softly. She noticed his eyes doing that twinkling thing again, and she had to look away. She scolded herself internally for her weakness.

"Then it’s settled," she ended, composing her thoughts and shifting the pack against her other temple.

Claire's stomach dropped when she saw a cheeky grin spread across his face.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day Claire Dearing admits she wants me around," he said, leaning into her space with his elbows on the table, and she instantly regretted making him feel comfortable in this situation. She ignored the musky scent that filled her space and rolled her eyes halfheartedly, her head feeling funny when her eyes went too far back.

"Don't make me regret asking you to stay," she warned, turning her head away from him and leaning against her other hand. "Can't imagine what would make me ask you to stay in the first place," she continued despite herself. "Oh, yeah, maybe the delusion from having my brain fried in the sun," she finished her statement by giving him a pointed look before turning back around. She closed her eyes, resisting the urge to roll them when she heard him chuckling behind her.

"Yep. You must be feeling better if you're already picking a fight with me," he laughed.

Shifting in her seat, she attempted to kick him under the table.

Owen scoffed.  "Ms. Dearing, that is the most unprofessional behavior I've ever witnessed." Owen faked offense.

"Then good thing no one's here to witness," she replied easily without any strength behind the statement.  She turned back to face front, eyes blinking before falling inevitably closed, her headache still evident.

"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take this up with the boss," he continued.

She turned to Owen this time and opened her eyes, half-lidded, and smiled slightly.

"Lucky for me, then, I'm the boss." She held his stare and her smile grew when he cracked a toothy grin. Only then did she twist back front to rest.

There was a moment’s pause between them and then Owen spoke up again.

"Is that still cool enough for you?" he asked.

"Mm, 's fine," she hummed and continued resting. She took another drink from the bottle and they sat in silence for a few minutes, Claire dozing off with her eyes closed and Owen just watching her. She felt the table move under her arms and could tell Owen leaned more into the table top. She heard his soft sigh.

"Do you need anything?" Owen asked gently, his voice so deep and so low and so close to her that it did things to her insides.

"Mm, no," Claire hummed in response, blinking her eyes a few times before giving back into her fatigue. "Thank you."

Owen's "OK" in response was so quiet she almost didn't hear it.

She let herself fall back into their comfortable silence, content to relax in his presence.

A couple of minutes had passed when Claire suddenly felt a tickle near her bangs. Her eyelids flinched at the sensation but she never opened them. She figured that was Owen touching her hair. She didn't mind exactly and allowed him to move the invisible strand of hair from her face, sighing lightly at his delicate touch. She wasn't sure what to make of the action or the fact that she let it happen, but it felt nice all the same.

He didn't touch her again after that and sat there with her silently for the next few minutes. After some time, Claire finally started to feel more like herself, her stomach mostly settled, fatigue wearing off, and headache greatly lessened.

She blinked her eyes open, taking a moment to adjust to the light of the room. Lifting her head from her hands, she turned to see Owen sitting up straight.

She supposed she should feel a little embarrassed right now about the whole situation but she didn't.

"You feeling better?" He looked her up and down once.

"Much better, yes." She nodded lightly and slowly made to stand up out of her seat. Owen followed suit and stood tall in front of her.

She tilted her head slightly to meet his eyes. She liked being able to actually look up at his face when she spoke this time.

"I should be getting back to my office," she noted regrettably, and Owen nodded in response.

"Do you need me to drive you back?" he offered, but she assured him she would be fine driving herself.

She didn't want to leave just yet, so she kept talking. "I had been outside all day," she explained, and he looked into her eyes and waited for her to continue. "My meetings had all taken place outside, and then something unexpected came up which distracted me from lunch. Of course all this happened on the day it decided to be over 100 degrees," she finished, looking up at him and he nodded still. She couldn't look away from his stare. His hazel eyes looked brighter than she remembered, maybe from all the sun they've been getting this week.

"I'm just glad you're okay," Owen finally spoke, his voice coming out tight, and suddenly she felt their close proximity, unsure of who even closed the gap between them.

Claire cleared her throat and broke eye contact first, taking a step back. "Well, thank you, Owen." She couldn't possibly call him Mr. Grady like she usually did, not after the way he looked after her just now. She hoped the look in her eye conveyed how much she appreciated his care.

"You're welcome, Claire," he replied softly, and she met his eyes once more before turning to move towards the door. Placing her hand on the knob, she spared him one last glance, keeping the image of him smiling softly at her in her mind as she left the room.  She didn't realize she was holding her breath until she closed the door behind her and let it out.

She managed to get back to her office safely and spent the rest of the day inside, only half paying attention to her work, one, because she was still recovering from heat exhaustion, and two, if she were honest, mainly because she kept remembering Owen Grady. After the way he cared for her and stayed with her it was difficult not to let herself indulge in those thoughts just a little bit. She couldn't get the image of his stare out of her mind and pondered if she should finally give in to the urge to go on a date with him. She let her mind wander in out of those thoughts as she worked and by the end of the day, realized she didn't get nearly as much work done as she should have. If anyone asked she'd blame it on the heat, but she knew to blame it on Owen Grady.

[jurassicsickfics]

TW- period, mentions of pain and blood

A little fanfic on a topic I consider underrated, periods. Because IMO they definitely count as sickfics. Enjoy!

Owen quickly became worried after an hour of unanswered calls and texts to Claire. He had texted Zara and Mr. Masrani to ask if they'd heard from her, and neither of them had. So, he decided to go to her apartment to check on her. The entire drive from the raptor paddock to Claire's fancy apartment building, every horrible scenario imaginable was was running through Owen's mind.

When he arrived, he quickly made his way to her apartment before knocking on the door.

No answer. So he knocked harder.

Still nothing. Wait, no, not nothing, he did hear something.

He could hear quiet sobs. "Baby, I'm coming in." Owen started as he took out the key she had given him, and entered the apartment. All the lights were still off and the coffee pot was still off and clean, indicating Claire hadn't even been out of her bedroom yet. In fact, that was where the crying was coming from. "Baby?" He called.

"O-Owen.... is that you?" Came the pitiful, tearful reply from the bedroom. Owen entered the bedroom, and his worry intensified when he saw Claire.

She was curled up into a tight ball under several thick blankets, yet she was still shaking as if she was freezing. She was sweating and her hair stuck to her damp forehead and tear-stained cheeks. Her nose was running, most likely from crying, and she didn't even seem to care, which was extremely out of character for Claire.

"Babe, what on earth is wrong?" Owen asked, rushing to his girlfriend's side. Claire took in a shaky breath before squeaking out, "my stomach really hurts..."

Owen placed his hand on her forehead, the possibility of a stomach bug being the first thing that popped into his head, but she didn't feel feverishly warm. Claire grimaced in pain and let out a low moan as she curled further into herself. Owen gave her a comforting pat on the back before gently pulling the blanket back to examine her stomach. He immediately made a mental note of the fact that her lower belly was a little swollen. Owen gently pressed on her swollen belly and she let out a pained whimper. "It hurts down here?" He inferred, and Claire nodded with a tearful "mm-hm"

"Ok, I think maybe we should go to the doctor. " Owen suggested, rubbing gentle circles into her stomach. Claire shook her head. "No, that's not necessary. " she protested. Owen tilted his head in confusion. "Honey, you seem to be really sick. " he argued as he went to pull the blanket all the way off. Before Claire could protest further, Owen removed her covers to reveal a large puddle of blood between her legs. Owen gave Claire a sympathetic smile and sighed before asking, "Claire, why didn't you tell me?"

Claire's sobs intensified as her face turned blood red with embarrassment. Owen gently helped her into a sitting position and hugged her tightly against his chest, then the whole story came pouring out .

"I-I woke up and it.. it already hurt so bad ..I wanted to get up to get a tampon but it hurt too bad to move ...so I just stayed in bed and hoped the pain would stop, but it didn't..."

Owen sighed and planted a gentle kiss into Claire's hair. "How about I help you get cleaned up and I'll give you some pain medicine. Then we can cuddle all day. Sound good?"

Claire eagerly nodded. Cuddling sounded amazing and she wanted desperately to be out of the puddle of her own blood. Owen scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom where he began to take off her clothes and clean up the blood the best he could. Claire was embarrassed of course, but she trusted Owen with her life so she allowed him to clean her up. It helped that she probably couldn't have done it herself anyway; she was in too much pain to stand so Owen had laid her on the bathroom floor. Claire didn't stop crying, though, even despite Owen's soothing words.

"Hey honey, I'm just going to give you a pad instead of a tampon because... well I'll be honest I don't wanna do that." Owen said, provoking a weak smirk from Claire. Owen finished his job and lifted Claire back into his arms, before carrying her to the rocking chair that sat in the corner of her room. He sat her down gently and went to work changing the sheets. He sprayed the bloody area with a laundry stain remover before tossing it into the wash. He then returned to put new sheets on the bed. By this time Claire was nearly asleep in her chair, and Owen smiled a bit at seeing that she looked more comfortable and peaceful already.

Once the sheets were replaced, Claire once again found herself in Owen's arms. She moaned softly as she laid her head on his shoulder. Owen laid her down on the bed before lying down beside her. Claire immediately responded by snuggling as close to him as possible, and drifting back into a restless sleep. Owen put his arm around her, relieved to see her feeling better. He called Mr.Masrani and let him know that Claire was sick and he was staying to take care of her. And with that, Owen decided to treat himself to a nap as well.

[bellarkeselection]

Hi everyone, I'm in the mood to write for Chris Pratt characters ❤️ - all Fandoms are open for requests

Owen Grady (Jurassic World)

Peter Quill/Star Lord (Guardian's of the Galaxy)

Jim Preston (Passengers)

As always I please ask the you send your request to my ask box and read the rules on my masterlist 😊

[riannimation]

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 1 OF JURASSIC WORLD CHAOS THEORY

Some of my favorite shots from Season 1. The first one is just a single panel from @neunhofferart's dramatic Allosaurus flashbacks from the pilot and the last 2 are from deleted scenes (also from the pilot). Darius was angstier after Brooklynn's death, and there used to be a video of glasses Brooklynn talking to Darius (which was eventually changed to the Nublar 6 interview).

[wolfsrainrules]

Me, Staring into the Night: Oh No

Discussed with @deepwithintheabyss on discord, and as a result:

I'm just Saying. I have been contemplating a Jurassic World in DC verse (with the understanding that I have not actually READ nor SEEN much DC content and am working off fandom.)

Jurassic World, as in, a JW that has done the work to hide and defend their island from super villains and various heroes poking their heads in. The full nine yards, everything they could possibly stop- and all that focus on "outside" threats? It's what allows the internal issues that result in the mess that is JW.

The thing though? Jurassic World still needs sponsors and Batfam has still been trying to get a look into that- because it should not be left unchecked. Legally they can't send a hero in. But Timothy Drake-Wayne, CEO of WE and potential sponsor and good word on JW? That they would allow. So if he gets a VIP access tour to 'tempt him into sponsoring Jurassic World" that's supposed to last a week or two...

They've already got the park operating on front of house, and they have a camp with six kids who got sent in. What's one more VIP who could get them a ton of money, and may sponsor their work and expand what they're doing? Thing is- VIP access means that technically, Tim isn't supposed to have any tech that operates inside without proper access. He knows it CAN be gotten, because there's a kid here- Brooklyn?- that is a very popular vlogger who is allowed to record and post things. He's also not here as a Bat, but as Timothy Drake-Wayne and that comes with some handicaps to what he's able to do int he open.

So he has to look like he doesn't have access to anything, can't be caught snooping around, and also is instinctively keeping an eye on the kids when he's in the same areas they are.

And then. And then the park goes down. Assets are out of containment. And we have this really shitty time, where Tim has to figure out how the hell to get them all off, when the protections from outside 'interference' mean that the heroes cannot set foot on Jurassic World, Jurassic Park, or anything within without causing a hell of an issue. Interference also means Tim can't get the emergency signal out. The only thing allowed out of JW is what's done on it's own network. He needs to find a way to hook into it, when the power is shot. Would it stop them? No. Especially not when people are dying, and definitely not the BatFam when Tim is on the island.

Problem? By all rights, the island was evacuated of all survivors. So far as anyone can determine, the others are dead, and the island is overrun with assets that got loose.

Tim didn't make it off.

And Tim doesn't have a functioning access to internet OR signal to get a call out, the white noise machines and everything else are blocking him from just yelling for evac. He technically doesn't have any BAT- grade tech or supplies for himself- this was Timothy Drake-Wayne that went in after all. He didn't bring anything big while he snooped. He had some things, yes, but not for this level of FUBAR.

The BatFam are losing their minds. The world is saying Tim died on the island, since he didn't get off. Tim is struggling to find a way to get a message out. BatFam refuses to accept that Tim is dead until it can be confirmed.

And then.

And then the kids and Tim get the generators back on. And everything has gone to hell, but the power means Tim has a way to get something out. A way to hook into the network finally

It's not perfect. It involves him making trips to the faculty, and a LOT of tech-work so he can get these things routed properly, that he's not even sure are WORKING. And he can't leave the kids either- this island has tried to kill them all over and over again, he's not willing to let them wander around alone.

So he sends something like video diaries out, careful to maintain that he is a civilian trying to reach his dad, with six other kids surviving with him.

Bruce absolutely FLIPS when he gets the first video. Tim is front and center, looking like literal hell, blood smeared on his face, dirt and mud, a ruined set of dress pants, a stolen set of boots (because Timothy would have been in dress shoes for something like this, so he hadn't had his good shoes with him) an absolutely stained, ripped, and ruined dress shirt, smeared face, just- looking like he's survived dinos, and kept kids alive doing it.

Bruce cries. That's his boy. He's not dead. He's not dead. Oh God.

So Bruce gets an update, Tim talking about what happened, that he's not dead, he's surviving with six kids- who all pop into frame and frantically try to cram as much "NOT DEAD HI MOM AND DAD AND SIBLINGS" into the video while Tim is still trying to update everything.

And then the video ends with Tim's head- and six children's as well- all snapping to the side while there's a large echoing clank and the shadow of a dino. And the last image is Tim reaching forward to send the video out, hoping it gets through.

He takes a tablet hooked intot he system, and uses that to film various updates around the park while surviving. A sneaky update on what exactly the park has done, as well as continuous updates on their survival for their families. He has to trek back to the generator room to actually post these out but he's sending them.

The systems aren't great. Sometimes the videos go through a little glitchy, sometimes they get sent out of order. The uploading speed is shit, and occasionally corrupted videos go out due to a sudden need to stop or a flicker in power or any other number of factors.

But Bruce recognizing the chance to use the videos as proof that his kid is still alive- as are six other family's children, and he can bring this forward to get to the island quicker and by leagal means.

It's a huge thing in Gotham, Bruce Wayne's kid on this island surviving, These six kids he's helping. Their families all coming to Gotham to back Bruce on their crusade to get their kids out. Public pressure building as more and more videos go out, more and more people watch what they're going through.

They don't have to get themselves off the island. Bruce Wayne, their families, and public pressure all combine to get a rescue sent out to them. And sure it takes a little bit to get put together, but Bruce Wayne is funding it, and he will not rest until his son is home, until all of these kids are home.

The families all bond over the trauma of their children being on a death trap of an island. And the work to get them off of it. The relief they're ALIVE. The horror of what they'd gone through. The terror of not knowing if they're STILL alive. The fear-terror-hope of waiting for the next video update, hoping it's one that actually WORKS, that isn't corrupted or cut off cause of some disaster. The trauma of seeing their children on these videos, seeing the changes, and the rough surviving, of thinking your kids were dead only to find out NOPE they're in a historical horror of predator species that would eat them instead.

And Bruce knows Tim is capable. He knows he is. He also knows Tim would do whatever was necessary to get the kids home alive and whole.

And that? That's terrifying for Bruce. Because he knows Tim would jump in front of those kids to save them. His mind is running every worse case scenario through. He knows the (official) list of dinos that are in the park. He can imagine exactly how wrong an encounter could go. And then he gets the video updates of Tim and the kids explaining hybrids and the horror of THAT. So he's not even sure what the hell the kids are running into, and THEY don't even know, because they're could absolutely be more, so many more and-

And then you have Tim's brothers. His brothers who get the news he's presumed dead after the park goes wild and there's late videos and all kinds of things going live as survivors get off the island and into range of posting again, without access to JW's network. His brothers who all wait, all scared, all worried, for him to step off a ferry. Only he doesnt. Only he's one of many names presumed dead. And oh they aren't willing to leave it at that. The hero community is pushing for their ability to look into the park and what went wrong, but by all accounts- Tim is supposed to be dead.

And while they keep hoping, thinking, not without a body, and even still- there's every chance there ISNT one on an island full of dinosaurs. There's plenty of videos from those who escaped of paradactyls flying off with people, of various dinosaurs outside containment and the chaos and panic of it. Of deaths caught on camera and everything else. They're trying. But they're not even sure if-

And then Bruce gets the video. And they are right there with him in using the proof to get to the island faster, to save him, and the kids he's with, and just-

And there's HOPE and horror. Because he's alive! He is. But he's lost weight, and he's so obviously working to keep these six other children alive, and surviving and all the horror of that, and just-

It's such a mess.

But they are all there, every family, when they go and get the survivors.

There's tears and fierce hugs. And every kid has to introduce themselves to everyone's families. And every parent has to thank Tim for being there for their kids, for saving them, for not abandoning them for FIGHTING for them- because they all have stories.

And Tim did his level best to be there for these kids, to lead, to save, to keep safe. His very, very best. And the parents are so so thankful for it.

And if Tim meets each of his kids parents from the arms of a different family member (Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Damian, Jason, Cass, Duke, Steph, Babs...) the kids are happy to see Tim getting the support they couldn't give him, no matter how much they tried.

[swan2swan]

I love the reactions here.

Ben's straightforward, very simple, he's Ben, he's doing Ben Things, he has no idea that his life is about to change and this is his Daughter, the Light of His Life, His Reason For Existing (in multiple senses).

His freakout throws off the girls. Brooklynn is a professional and only loses camera focus for moment as Ben jumps back (and I think her phone movement is more to keep Ben's flailing from knocking it out of her hand).

Yaz, on the other hand, is fascinated by this squirming, ugly, slimy thing, because she's got a Goth Side that loves creepy stuff, and she's so fascinated that she doesn't even notice that the eggshell hits Ben, and reflexively jumps back as Ben screams...while not taking her eyes off the Oozing Bumpy Thing.

Dave is Dave. He's seen this before.

[rainbow-femme]

It’s wild that in the Jurassic World movies they were like “we’re going to invent a new dinosaur!” And then for all intents and purposes made another T-Rex. Yeah for the characters it’s supposed to be smarter and stuff but to the audience the dinosaurs were always as smart as a situation needed them to be, yeah it’s bigger but I don’t have any scale and the T-Rex was already really big so after a certain point I can’t tell the difference

If you’re telling me this park needed a new wow factor to bring people in I don’t buy that a different color T-Rex would do it. They could have gone absolutely insane, taken some of the most iconic elements of different dinosaurs and slapped them together with the idea of “we’ll just put everyone’s favorite bits on one thing so that means they will love it even more” which also fits into the movie’s theme of making fun of the fact that it’s a rebooted sequel

Give me the scary jaws of a T-Rex but a long neck like a brontosaurus so it can now see way up high or around corners, maybe have it be extendable and retractable like some birds so it doesn’t look goofy all the time but have it be tension that they don’t know how long the neck extends

Give me crazy triceratops horns and stegosaurus spikes so it’s just weapons going in every direction, give me Deinocheirus long arms so it’s not even limited by the T-Rex stubby arm thing, make it able to swim like the Spinosaurus, give me acid spit like the Dilophosaurus

Fuck it, give it wings! I don’t care! I’m here to see people get eaten by dinosaurs, you think I care about physics? Give me a T-Rex with a long neck that can swoop down from the sky like a fucking dragon

Maybe have it be omnivorous and while in containment it was really docile and people were safe around it because they always fed it when they came in but then when it gets out and the humans are acting agitated and don’t have food it starts to get aggressive and tries to eat the people instead, so anyone who sees it and isn’t in the know thinks it’s safe

Hell, maybe it’s not actively trying to hurt people at all. Maybe to show off the different dinosaur talents they taught it tricks so it keeps trying to do the tricks for a reward and the tricks are now dangerous to humans and it’s not being fed so it’s doing them more and doing them more aggressively. Maybe it had a target it shot acid at or it would swim towards a moving piece of bait and attack it, or they would play a noise to make it extend its neck and investigate so now it automatically does that at unfamiliar noises, maybe it had things it was trained to smash with the spike tail or spear with its horns. Give it a seaworld/circus angle of “hey maybe these things shouldn’t be doing tricks for human amusement”

You’re gonna make it CGI anyway, why not make it cool! Make it insane looking! Make it even kind of silly at first until it gets out and all of a sudden all those things that make it silly are now actively coming to get you

[clonedchaos]

Immortal Ties One Shot

Rating: G/PG (General Audiences)

Summary: It's been three years since the Nublar Six returned back to their homes and families. And today, it's the third-year anniversary of their return, and their parents have made secret arrangements for the six to reunite.

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"This is super suspicious, D," Kenji commented, slinging his sleeping bag over his shoulder as he and Darius strode down a camping trail.

Darius glanced over at his adopted brother and raised an eyebrow. He adjusted his backpack onto his shoulders, silently wishing he had packed lighter for their camping trip... and that he had even a fraction of the muscular definition that Kenji had.

"What makes you say that, Kenj?" He asked, glancing around at the high trees overhead. The sun was high in the sky and he blinked harshly against the glare.

"Your-- our mom claimed that we were having a family camping trip," Kenji started.

"... And?"

"And she and Brant ditched us to go stay in some other part of the forest. Without us," He complained, crossing his arms.

"She said it was for... brotherly bonding," Darius tried, though he had to agree with him. 

"Without Brant?" Kenji finally inquired. Darius sighed. None of this was making any sense. Why were him and Kenji being alienated from this trip? Brant and their mother hadn't told them anything. They just beamed ear to ear as they ushered them down a different forest path alongside a map to guide the way. Something about a… surprise. What surprise would be out here?

"And now we have to go to some specific camp site two miles from here. My legs are going to be killing me," Kenji continued dramatically, pulling out the map of the numerous campsites scattered about the forest.

Darius rolled his eyes good-naturedly before he glanced over at the map. "Uh, Kenj... You're holding the map upside down," He advised with a chuckle.

Kenji squinted hardly at the map. His cheeks lightly dusted pink in embarrassment as he quickly turned the map to its proper orientation. "I knew that. I'm a master at directions, remember?"

Darius only snorted in amusement as they continued their walk. Eventually, they made it to a lovely grotto carved into the side of a small rock face. A natural green curtain hung across the small cave entrance, decorated with yellow zinnias. Two glass lanterns with candles lit inside were hung in front of the cave mouth, supposedly there to illuminate the surroundings at night. Hung above the lanterns was a painted banner with bold letters that read "Welcome, Nublar Six!" 

Darius and Kenji looked at each other with baffled expressions. They rushed inside, eager to see if their suspicions were true. They passed a few more flickering lanterns that illuminated their path. The interior of the grotto was small and cozy, but sizable enough for a good portion of people to bunker down inside. It was fully lit thanks to lanterns and tiki torches. Brightly colored paper lanterns and streamers hung from the ceiling, coupled by a few chrysanthemum garlands.

Sitting in the center of the cave around a foldable table lit with candles were Sammy and Yasmina. Everyone's jaws dropped as their gazes landed on each other.

Sammy was the first to make a sound-- a loud, high-pitched squeal. She jumped to her feet and booked it over to the brothers, arms wide. She pulled Darius into a tight bear hug, lifting him off the ground and squeezing the breath out of him.

"Oh my goodness! You're here! You're really here!" She chirped, eventually setting Darius down. He slightly staggered, winded. She turned to Kenji and did the same to him. "I was just telling Yaz how excited I was to see her and now you guys are here too! What are the odds?! I must be dreamin'!" 

Yasmina came over with a grin and pulled Darius into a less forceful embrace than Sammy had. “Darius, it’s so good to see you.”

”It’s so great to see you!” Darius grinned back, returning the hug. Meanwhile, Kenji had lifted Sammy into the air and was spinning her around in a circle, their laughter echoing off the cave walls. 

Kenji eventually turned his attention to Yaz and she smirked at him. “Good to see you again… dingus.”

”You know you missed me, Yaz,” Kenji declared, pulling her into a hug. Yaz groaned but hugged him back with an embarrassed look as Sammy giggled at her girlfriend’s reaction.

Once they stepped back from the embrace, Darius tilted his head. “What are you two doing here? Aren’t you two supposed to be in Texas and Montana?”

”We were, but I was speaking with Yaz just a second ago, and our parents decided to take us on a camping trip... At the exact same time,” Sammy answered, gesturing to herself and Yaz. “I thought it was odd coming all the way up to California for that, but I’m glad I did! I get to see two of my best friends in the world and my awesome girlfriend!!” She clapped eagerly, practically radiating joy as she pulled Yaz into a side hug. Yaz chuckled, cheeks blushing.

”Only two?” A familiar voice asked.

Everyone spun around to find Ben and Brooklynn standing at the mouth of the tunnel.

”Hey, guys,” Ben waved, his eyes reflecting his amazement.

”Brooklynn! Ben!” Kenji exclaimed and immediately ran to his girlfriend. He kissed Brooklynn on the cheek. “It feels like forever since I’ve seen you in person!” He then turned to Ben and pat him on the shoulder. “Both of you!”

”It has been a while,” Ben agreed with a nod. Everyone began exchanging a series of hugs and greetings. The cave bounced their excited clamoring off the walls.

”It’s been far too long. This is amazing! How are we all here at the same place and same time??” Sammy questioned.

Ben’s gaze grew thoughtful. “I think this has something to do with our parents scheming behind our backs. They must’ve organized this.”

”I thought my dads have been off this weekend,” Brooklynn nodded in agreement. “Now I guess I know why. They’re terrible at keeping secrets.”

“So we have the next few days to hang out?! All six of us?!” Sammy squealed. 

“It appears so,” Darius grinned at the prospect. The next three days with his group of friends, most of whom he hadn’t seen past a video call in months? What could be a better way to spend the weekend? 

"Then we don’t have time to waste, gang! Let's get this reunion party started!" Kenji declared, pulling out his phone from his pocket. He scrolled through his playlist and soon, the cave was filled with the beat of loud dance music.

Sammy giggled and pulled Yaz into a wild dance number. Yaz frantically tried to keep up with her, giggling as she did so.

Kenji dramatically extended his hand to Brooklynn with a bow. “May I have this dance?”

Brooklynn snorted in amusement with a smile as she put a hand in his. “Of course.”

As the two started dancing to the upbeat tune together, Darius and Ben stared at each other. They were obviously the only two without a dance partner.

Darius grinned and extended his arms. “Alright, island boy. Wanna be my dance partner?”

”I’m not the best dancer…” Ben trailed off in embarrassment before shrugging it away. “Ah, what the heck?” 

The two began dancing of their own accord, sometimes pulling the other into spins or other dance moves.

Eventually Darius ended up dancing with Brooklynn, and then Sammy. Sammy was the hardest to keep up with. He found himself out of breath by the time the song ended and the six collapsed onto the floor. Laughter filled the room.

”Oh! I brought candy!” Sammy chirped, reaching into her travel bag to pull out Skittles, M&Ms, and Reeses. She tossed them into the center of the tight circle. 

“Sugar!” Brooklynn exclaimed, pouring a few of the miniature Reese’s cups into the palm of her hand. She ate one and almost seemed to melt on the spot. “Ah… almost as good as caffeine,” She dreamily chuckled.

Darius snickered as he got himself a handful of Skittles. Sammy was still rummaging through her bag and pulled out a deck of cards. “Anyone up for a game of Uno?”

”That would be a deadly competition, Sam,” Yaz said seriously before her tone lightened. “… I’m in!”

Everyone else chorused their agreement and the classic card game was soon underway. After several minutes, they were getting down to what was assumed to be the end of the game. Ben only had one card left.

Yaz glanced up from her cards deviously at Kenji. She threw down a plus four. “Sorry, Kenj. It’s just how the game goes.”

”That’s cruel, Yaz. Why would you do that to Ben?” Kenji snorted before throwing down his own plus four on top of hers.

Ben’s eyes widened, as he was on the receiving end of all this madness. “Seriously guys?! Eight cards?! I was just about to win!” 

”Sorry, man. Can’t have you beating us all just yet,” Kenji chuckled as snickering echoed around the cave. Ben muttered to himself as he drew eight cards and set one down according to Kenji’s instructions on the color.

Sammy made a face. “We’re doing double stacking… right?”

”Those were the rules, yeah,” Darius confirmed before glancing at Sammy’s two cards. His face fell in realization.

”Well then…” Sammy threw down double red fours. “I win!” She cheered.

The cave was filled with a cacophony of groans of defeat and victorious or impressed giggles.

”Let’s go, Sammy!” Brooklynn cheered, nudging her friend with her shoulder.

”That’s the first game I’ve won in a while. My mom always wins. Er… Sorry, Yaz. I know you love winnin',” Sammy apologized sheepishly to her girlfriend, who still seemed to be registering the unexpected loss.

Yaz’s eyes rounded but she smiled and dismissively waved a hand. “Eh. Good game. I’ll admit it. You beat me,” She snickered, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. Sammy giggled at the reaction and did the same back to her.

"Who's up for another round?" Brooklynn chuckled, gathering the cards together.

"A chance for redemption? Definitely," Ben nodded. Brooklynn shuffled the cards and begun dealing them. Once Uno got old, they opted for playing a game of charades and even a round of trivia that Ben had brought along.

Eventually, they ended off the night outside of the cave underneath the stars. A crackling campfire was situated in the center of a circle of rocks and logs. Thankfully, their parents had supplied them with an abundant amount of smores and firewood.

Kenji had his arm wrapped around Brooklynn, playfully trying to smudge her face with a marshmallow. She snickered and kept trying to dodge it, but just ended up eating it before it touched her freckled cheeks. Yaz sat with her head on Sammy's shoulder, while Sammy rested her head atop Yaz's. Ben and Darius sat together, trying to see who could create the bigger stack of smores to devour.

They all listened as Sammy began a story about Yaz visiting her down at her ranch in Texas. "You should've seen her riding a horse for the first time," Sammy was giggling. "She was bouncing around wildly. I half thought she was gonna fall off into the nearby pig sty."

"The horse was galloping! I wasn't prepared for that!" Yaz defended in a humored tone.

"I put ya on the calmest horse in the ranch," Sammy replied. "Poppy was a dear."

"I never said I was the world's best horse rider like you are, Sammy," Yaz nudged her shoulder.

"No, but you are the world's greatest track star," Sammy corrected. The two laughed.

"It seems like you two had fun," Darius smiled at them. He was glad their relationship was still going strong, despite the long distance. Kenji's and Brooklynn's appeared to be doing the same.

Sammy nodded enthusiastically. "We did so much more on the ranch, but that's enough about us. How have you all been?"

"Good. I've continued my lectures on dinosaurs on my channel. It's gotten popular, mostly thanks to Brooklynn. She sent some people my way," Darius nodded to her in appreciation.

"It was my pleasure, D," Brooklynn grinned. "Who knew so many Brooklanders were dinosaur geeks?"

"Speaking of dinosaurs, how has the isle been, Ben?" Darius inquired in interest.

"Wonderful. Dr. Turner and I have been taking good care of all our friends," Ben declared. "Bumpy's gotten so much bigger. Little Eatie too. We might need to come up with a better name for her, actually. She's almost bigger than her mother," He chuckled.

"Hmm... Great Eatie! It makes her sound all royal," Kenji suggested. Brooklynn raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend.

Sammy's eyes widened. "Oh! I like that name!"

"We're not calling her that," Yaz snorted, shaking her head. "What about Angel and Rebel? Are they doing okay?"

Sammy clapped eagerly. "Oh! Yeah! How are the little babies?"

"Also older. And not so little anymore," Ben added. "They're still thriving in the arctic biome. Dr. Turner and I have been keeping a close eye on them. Same with Pierce."

The air was filled with stories for the next two hours. Darius felt warm, and not just because of the firelight flickering before him. Though they had all separated since returning to their families, their friendship was still as strong as it was since they had left the isles.

If there was one thing Darius was confident in knowing that night, it was that their bonds were like an immortal flame that would never die out, no matter what came its way.

[hurlingsupport]

Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert)

Chapter 1: Camp Cretaceous

Next ->

Who knew that fresh air could feel so stuffy? Not you, that's who. You weren't exactly someone who'd leave the house every day, not enjoying the outdoors. So you couldn't really judge how fresh air could be, but this sea air just seemed too fresh.

Luckily, a 'thunk!' interrupted your thoughts, and then a hand shooed you off the boat until your feet met the gray concrete docks.

Looking around, you surveyed the faces of five other people, all varying in looks. The most notable one to you was the guy standing to your left. He wore a bright green jacket, with a face that resembled a similar color. You felt bad for him; but you would not mix the smell of puke with your own—beautifully non-pukey fragrance, so you'd keep your distance for now.

You shimmied a little to the right, almost bumping shoulders with one of the teens, though you skillfully avoided that using something called spatial awareness.

Another person was this tall girl, with a rather long, black ponytail; who seemed too busy inspecting her surroundings to notice a pink-haired girl sneaking up on her with a cellular device in hand.

Your eyes widen as you realize exactly who this pink haired girl is, which is the famous Brooklynn, of course. You weren't really a fan, but it's hard not to know her, considering her social status.

You tear your eyes off the two girls once the taller one pushes Brooklynn's camera out of her face forcefully. Instead, you focus on the dark-skinned boy in front of you, wearing a yellow jacket with black stripes on the sleeves. He was looking around excitedly, practically bouncing on his feet—no, scratch that, he was. You hold back a chuckle, not wanting to be a creep, and jump when someone elbows you gently.

"So… Jurassic World, huh?" You look behind you when you hear a southern accent directed your way. The culprit is a girl with a pink headband, wearing a black leather jacket.

"Uh, yeah. That's–that's where we are. Haha." You grimace at your attempt at a conversation, though the cowgirl doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she seems happy just at the fact you responded at all.

Before she can speak again, the man who had just been humming a Lady Gaga song and staring at a clipboard finally speaks up; prompting everyone to form a group in front of him.

"Welcome to Isla Nublar, campers!" The man has pale skin and a yellow bandana that forces his hair upwards. He carries a carefree smile and continues talking as he walks back and forth ahead of your group.

"You are the chosen few, the first kids in the entire world to ever experience the awesomeness…" He pauses, and everyone—despite not knowing one another—looks at each other in excitement.

"... that is Camp Cretaceous." He folds his hands behind his back and walks to the left.

"I know—the trip from the mainland was rough on some." He nods his head towards the green jacket teen.

"Hello, Ben."

Said boy turns towards the man to give him a thumbs up, right before spinning back around to barf again over the edge of the dock.

You raised a brow, when had he left the group?

The older man shouts: "But you made it!"

"I'm Dave, head counselor. You heard that correctly—head honcho, big shot."

Dave's interrupted by the sound of screeching wheels, and everyone turns once they notice the dust flying from the vehicle that just pulled up.

The mystery person pushes the driver's seat door open, and a brown-haired woman with sun-kissed skin jumps out.

"Ah, so sorry I'm late!" She has to shout over the commotion she herself had created.

She begins her own introduction as she makes her way towards the group. "Welcome, campers! I'm Roxie, head counselor of Camp Cretaceous." Her words cause a silence to overcome everyone.

You, along with the other teens, stare down Dave with judging eyes.

He fumbles with his words, chuckling with embarrassment. "Haha–well, it's sort of a co-head… counselor sort of situation." His hands point at the air, as if trying to summon something to back him up.

"Is it?" Roxie snickers.

Dave clears his throat, desperate to steer the conversation away from his failed leadership role.

"Anyway, some of you won contests to be here, some if you had VIP invites," During Dave's speech, Brooklynn spins her phone around, recording the area; along with the tall, ponytail girl. The tall girl blocks the camera's view of her face before walking away completely.

Rejected but still determined, Brooklynn instead turns her phone towards the rest of the group, which includes you.

The boy in the yellow jacket gives a double thumbs up at the camera, in addition to a bright smile. The cowgirl then notices the camera and leans over the dark-skinned boy to throw up a peace sign. Even Ben gives a small smile at the camera.

You glance at the camera, eyes widening before giving a quick grin and hurriedly turning the other way. The action causes Brooklynn to raise a brow, but she doesn't investigate further. Rather, she swivels her phone to face Roxie and Dave as they continue their speech, which you now realize you hadn't been listening to.

You pick up on Roxie's words, "As our first campers, we've lined up exclusive behind-the-scenes tours of Jurassic World."

There are varying shouts of eagerness, along with Ben's whines of fear. Roxie goes on to list the various activities you'd all be taking part in before the dark-skinned boy to your right cuts in to shout:

"Dinosaurs!?" His hands are suspended in front of him, balled into fists that shook with fervor.

After a beat of silence, he puts his hands in his pockets and stares down at his shoes. You reluctantly pat his shoulder, offering a small smile when he turns towards you out of confusion.

Lucky for you, he smiles back, because that would've been really awkward if he got creeped out by you touching him or something. You let out a relieved breath from the positive interaction.

Roxie picks up from where she was interrupted, "Yes…" She spares a brief glance at the clipboard in her hands before continuing. "...Darius, plenty of dinosaurs."

"So, ready for an adventure?"

Brooklynn doesn't miss a beat, and immediately responds, "Absolutely!" She looks towards her phone and seems to be a bit dissatisfied at something before turning her eyes back towards the two adults.

"But I'm gonna need that speech a little shorter, and really try to lean into the majesty of this place."

Roxie and Dave stare at the girl with furrowed brows before Dave chuckles and claps his hands together.

"Okay, we're going now. Let's get the seven of you to camp!"

Ben slowly raises a hand in an almost robotic motion, "Uh, there are six of us?" He looks over the group to make sure he isn't wrong before turning towards the red shirt wearing adults.

"Wait." Dave pauses to count heads, verbally announcing names to check off a figurative list.

"Dino-kid, Track-star, Internet Girl, Wordsmith, Barfy, Texas." Everyone gives differing reactions towards the nicknames. He gave you a positive one, at least.

"He's right. Where's seven?" Dave looks around, as if the teen would suddenly appear out of thin air.

Roxie checks the board, most likely for a name, and then scoffs.

Soon after, the sound of a helicopter's rotor blades whirring enters your ears, and you rush to cover them. Number seven really appeared out of thin air, huh?

A grown man hops out, opens the door, and hops back in. Roxie holds a hand out, gesturing towards the aircraft with a well-deserved snarl.

Your group all shields their eyes from dust once again, and you hope this doesn't become a common occurrence. Your glasses can't keep getting dirty because of people's dramatic entrances.

Once the dust clears, you spot a confident-looking guy stepping out, wearing a purple collared shirt and carrying a blue case of luggage. He even sported some black sunglasses, extra much?

"Greetings, my dudes. Kenji is here, so let the party commence!" He walks towards you all, confidence practically radiating off of him.

Roxie sputters at the dust remnants, and it doesn't help that this so-called Kenji throws his luggage at her before saying, "Put this in my room."

"So, what's your deal?" He asks Darius after pulling his sunglasses down in an exaggerated manner.

He's then promptly shoved to the ground by his own luggage, which was thrown at him by none other than Roxie.

"Okay, let's go!" She announces, after dusting her hands off.

Texas climbs onto the trunk of the car Roxie had driven there, while Track-star skillfully jumps over the short wall of said trunk and plopping down next to the other girl.

Ben unwillingly sits near the edge, next to cowgirl, though you usher him away from it because you didn't want to sit near Brooklynn or Kenji; who were going to sit on the opposite side, since your side was full.

"Thanks." Ben mutters, and you nod.

Brooklynn poses and snaps a photo, and Dave pats your side of the truck to an unknown rhythm until he reaches the car door. Darius sits down, facing Brooklynn, likely planning to start a conversation before Kenji intrudes by sitting between the two. He even goes as far as putting an arm around Darius's shoulders despite the annoyed face the poor boy is making.

The engine starts, and everyone screams as Roxie speeds up. Darius buckles his seat belt, causing a chain reaction of seat-buckling.

"I hope you got my mom's note. I don't do well on windy roads." Ben nearly shouts, twisting his body so that he could face the road that the car's driving on.

Your face twists with a grimace as he gags, "Really?" You ask, almost out of annoyance, but you can't really blame him for having such a weak stomach.

He spares you a fleeting look of guilt before hurling, and you grip the back of his jacket because you're not just going to let him fly out of this speeding car.

"What's good, Brooklanders?" Brooklynn says, starting a video as she points her phone to the road and then her own face.

"It's your girl Brooklynn coming at you from the best place ever: Camp Cretaceous!" She throws an arm out, gesturing towards the passing trees.

"Like and subscribe to join me as I unlock: Jurassic World!" She stops and looks at everyone in the trunk, giving you a bad feeling.

"Okay, I need you all to say who you are and a little about yourself." There it is, something you don't want to do but will anyway cause why not.

"And action!" She points her phone at Darius.

He sputters, "Oh! Um…" He thinks for a moment before continuing. "I beat this awesome VR dinosaur game. I'm Darius by the–"

"I'm sorry," the cowgirl interrupts. "I just can't believe… you're Brooklynn!" The pink-haired girl smiles at the attention.

"I'm Sammy Gutierrez, total Brooklander!" Sammy grabs hold of Brooklynn's hand and shakes it with all her might.

She shoots finger guns, ending it with the imitation of gunfire.

She seems to realize that she didn't fully introduce herself, and she suddenly stops. "Oh, also, my family supplies all the beef for the parks, and that's how I got here."

"Great to meet you, Sammy." Brooklynn grins.

Darius looks around, trying to spot confusion on anyone else's face before asking it himself, "Um… What's a Brooklander?"

"Oh, that's just what my online followers call themselves." Brooklyn explains.

"Uh, all 27 million of us." Sammy imitates gunfire again. Kenji's eyes widened in interest.

"27 million? Last time I checked, it was 25 million." You say unintentionally, causing Kenji's already widening eyes to almost bulge out of his head with your contribution, and he excitedly shakes Darius.

Brooklynn furrows her brows at you, opening her mouth to say something before she's cut off by Track-star, who you should really ask the name of.

"Yep, that's why she's the only one who gets to keep her cell phone. She's famous."

Kenji butts in, "Hold on. Rich…" He points to himself, "... and famous?" He turns his hand to Brooklyn.

"Oh, meant to be." He snatches her phone out of her hands, before leaning against her and taking a picture of the two of them.

Ben's still throwing up, and you're still holding onto the back of him. While he takes the attention of practically everyone by grossing them out, Brooklynn takes her phone back from Kenji.

Suddenly, the car comes to an unexpected stop, nearly causing Ben to slip straight out of his seatbelt if it weren't for your hold on him. You both grimace, and he slithers back into his seat while you finally release your strong grip on his jacket.

"Urgh, thanks… again," He pauses, staring at you as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

You take a few seconds to realize he's waiting for you to give him your name. "Oh! Uh, no problem. It's y/n, by the way."

He nods, smiling as happily as one can when you have bile coating the insides of your mouth. "Thanks again, y/n."

He then turns to ask Dave what's going on, holding his stomach while doing so. Hopefully, they have some Tums or something at the actual camp.

"Nothing you need to worry about." Dave assures, though it's not very helpful with the following sentence.

"But you should all definitely stay in your seats."

Ben whimpers, and of course, as soon as Dave says that everyone gets up and crowds around your side of the trunk to see what's happening.

You unbuckle and observe the adults, watching as they wave around electrified sticks with caution.

Ben continues to whimper. Whether it's out of fear or stomach pain, you're not sure. However, you don't take your eyes off the only adults in the area until Darius hesitantly whispers something you can't quite make out.

You turn to look at Darius, then in the direction he's staring, and see some bushes rustling. You slowly grab a hold of the trunk wall in preparation to jump out if needed.

The bushes continue to rustle, becoming more violent, and Darius keeps trying to gain the attention of people other than you.

It's only when something jumps out, and Darius shrieks, that you jump out of the car trunk and watch as everyone else tumbles out; or attempts to.

Though when the screams stop and you realize the culprit of it all is a little compy, you sigh. Then, you turn around and watch as Ben slips in the damp dirt while trying to get onto his feet.

This goes on for about 10 more seconds until it's awkward on both ends and you grab him by the hand and forcefully pull him up. "Tha–"

"Third time. You can't thank me anymore, Ben." He squints his eyes at you out of befuddlement, then squeals when Roxie pounces on the compy that had been standing on Darius.

She aptly wraps the small dinosaur in a blanket, patting it before delicately placing it in a cat carrier.

"Crisis averted." She says smoothly.

She places it in the car's backseat. "These things are always getting out of their enclosure."

Darius climbed over the head of the trunk and gasped, "A real live Compsognathus!"

Kenji scooted into his seat, huffing at Darius's enchantment. "Oh, please. It took a blanket and a cat carrier to catch it."

He sighed. "Boring!"

Darius gives him a deserving side eye, "Scared you pretty good."

The rest of the group giggled at the Dino-Boy's counter, including yourself. Brooklynn took a picture of Kenji's surprised expression, most likely for her blog. Kenji furrowed his brows at Darius in return.

The ride kept on with peace, at least until the car reached the Camp Cretaceous gate and everyone praised the design with sounds of amazement.

You were worried though, sure this was fun, but they couldn't seem to keep their dinosaurs in check. That worries you.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you noticed everyone hopping out of the car. Seems like you reached your destination. You look up and immediately let out a gasp, seeing a humongous tree house that looked to be around 50 feet in the air.

"Seems safe from dinosaurs, at least." You turned to your left, seeing Ben still in the trunk. You huffed.

"It looks like mushrooms." And the conversation was officially over.

"Hey, Brooklanders, check this place out! Is this not the most amazing place you have ever been!?" Then the loud voice of Brooklynn drew your attention. Already recording another video for her channel.

Kenji intrudes as he walks into the camera frame, "If you think this is cool, you should see my dad's penthouse in the main park."

Brooklynn deadpans before lighting up, seeing a girl she had gotten nothing out of yet. "Yasmina!" Oh, so was that her name?

You watch their interaction for a bit before walking off to explore. You assumed you wouldn't die immediately by walking away from the group for now.

You nudge the circle made of short, wooden trunks with your shoe. Looking up when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey," it's dino-boy. "Um, not really an important thing, but I wanted to say thanks. For… patting me, y'know? Sorry, that sounds weird, actually."

You stare in silence for a few seconds, before realizing he expected you to respond. "Oh, it's fine. Like you said, it's not an important thing. I just kind of felt bad."

He made a face. Oh, that might've come out wrong. "I mean, it's reasonable to get excited by dinosaurs. They're cool, right?" At this, he smiles brightly.

"Yeah! They're awesome. I have so many books on them, figures, MOVIES!" He gasped, almost as if he didn't know he had these things, before apologizing.

"Sorry, if you couldn't tell, I just really like dinosaurs." He rubs his neck sheepishly.

You kick at the wooden stubs again. "Nah, it's fine. I don't mind you going off about them. I have a bunch of books on them, too."

He raises a brow. "Really? What kind?"

"Just encyclopedias, some stories, the usual." Despite you brushing it off, Darius gets excited either way.

"So cool. Maybe we could exchange books sometime. If we're even on the same continent."

You snicker, thinking about being dinosaur pen pals with a teen you just met.

"Sure."

You jump when Dave suddenly yells, "Listen up!"

You look his way, noticing the lazily thrown luggage. Did he really just toss those in any random direction?

"Announcement time from your co-head counselors."

"Psst, still not a thing." Roxie quietly adds, before continuing on her own, seeing as Dave wasn't acting seriously.

"Okay, everyone, there are some ground rules to cover.

She quickly lists them off, "Curfew at 8:00p.m., and lights out at 9:00p.m. sharp."

"What?"

"Lame."

"Fine."

Ben does this stupid-looking fist pump thing that makes you chuckle.

"This is for your safety," Roxie assures. "We are in a dinosaur-filled jungle." You could understand that with or without her Australian accent. Was it Australian though? You could never really tell.

"You must always keep your distance, or you could be seriously hurt, if not worse." You can see Kenji sulking in the corner, honestly how old was he to be acting the way he has?

"Define worse." Ben says in exasperation.

He's ignored in favor of Dave pointing upwards, stating the obvious. "Cabins are up that-a-way."

Yasmina then shouts, "First one there gets top bunk!" She pushes right past Kenji, as if he wasn't even there.

Then everyone else races past, though despite this you keep your speed at a minimum since you couldn't be bothered. There wasn't that big of a difference between top and bottom bunk. You'd probably fall right off the top bunk, anyway.

You briefly look back, watching as Darius ran up to the car. You wondered if you should follow him, but ultimately decided that it'd be weird to do that and went where everyone else had.

You pause once more when you feel a rumbling, and then hurry to meet up with everyone else.

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Puppy Love♡

In honour of the trailer dropping have the cutest Luciben I've ever drawn, but wait, there's more!

It comes with an updated chapter to the Luciben Oneshots !!!

Summary:Lu and Ben get stoned on a rooftop, cuteness ensues.

Rating:General, they are smoking weed tho