#kayla watts x black reader

[apocalypse-shuffle]

“A Familiar Stop” or being fwb’s w/ KAYLA•W

NSFW, 18+, minors dni, vagina description, oral sex (fem receiving)

“Fuck, I missed this,” Kayla groans.

You give her a funny look from where you’re propped up on the bed.

“Missed what?”

She kisses the inside of your thigh.

“Black pussy.”

You snicker, head falling back in your incredulity.

“Then how come you haven’t had any till now?”

“Area I was in wasn’t exactly rich in black women, baby.”

Kayla spreads the dark skin of your lips and your breath speeds up as those hazel eyes examine you.

“Mmm,” she presses a kiss to your outer labia.

You shiver at the way she’s eye fucking your vagina and when you talk you’re nearly out of breath.

“So what kind of pussy were you getting? I find it hard to believe you just went celibate for two months.”

She shakes her head.

“Nah, I was definitely still fucking. Lots of redheads where I was at, and you know I like a little red sometimes.”

“Mhm. I bet,” you point to the top of your head “You know this is box dye right?”

She laughs.

“Yeah I know, pretty girl. It looks real good on you though.”

Her breath fans over your sex as she speaks and you feel another shiver travel through you.

“I’m of the opinion I always look good.”

She nods, hooded eyes flitting up to meet yours, and then licks her lips.

“I can’t argue with that.”

It’s as you’re going to respond that she chooses to lean forward and lick a wet, flat swipe between your folds.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp.

Your legs jump as you moan and Kayla laughs like an absolute bastard.

NOTES: This’s the most random shit. It’s been sitting in my drafts for a while though so y’all now get to have all 200+ words. Hope you enjoyed!

[apocalypse-shuffle]

KAYLA WATTS (jurassic world: dominion)

—

“I Got You” (Kayla Watts x Fem!Reader)

| A rewrite of Dominion where Reader is Kayla’s wingwoman and gets caught up in the chaos of the movie with her.

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| SFW, canon typical action & slightly heftier language

| 1k+ words

| parts: one, two (series masterlist)

You cannot believe the shit that Kayla got you involved in sometimes.

First, you’re driving like bats out of hell through the narrow streets of Malta.

“Baby let’s go!”

You whip around from the fruit stand you’re at, trying to keep a wide berth from the guard parasaurolophus the owner had poorly tied to the wall on the left of him, when you see Kayla burst past you. She grabs your arm as she goes and then all of a sudden you're being dragged.

The shopkeeper yells at you about the fact that you haven’t paid for the bag of fruit you’re still holding, but then something else clearly distracts him because his yelling gets abruptly cut off soon after. You don’t have the option to look back as you resort to following Kayla’s lead, like you usually do.

Your feet kick into gear beneath you and you begin keeping pace with her near instantly, your legs syncing as you book it.

It’s only as you hop into the passenger seat and she slides over the hood to get into the drivers seat that you notice a red headed woman jump into the back too.

It’s only as you hop into the passenger seat and she slides over the hood to get into the drivers seat that you notice a red headed woman jump into the back too.

On instinct your hand goes to the gun at your side but Kayla knocks you on your arm to stop you. When you turn to her she’s plunging the key into the ignition and shaking her head.

You’re starting to get tired of her shaking her damn head at you.

“Don’t shoot the woman, we’re helping her.”

“We’re doing what now?”

The woman yells over your conversation.

“We need to move!”

You turn back to your partner but she only starts nodding her head again as the car roars to life, agreeing with what the other’s said.

Without her having to ask, your hand immediately goes to put the car into gear as she starts shifting the car's wheels.

She takes in your raised eyebrow while glancing into the rearview mirror.

“I’ll tell you later. Right now though we have to deal with-” from your vantage point you notice how both her and the white woman turn and point at a creature you’re now only just noticing is barreling right towards you all.

“THAT!”

Both of their voices overlap over the sound of the convertible’s wheels spinning as Kayla presses the gas, putting the car from zero to 70. You get jolted, back knocking into the dashboard, as the car zips forward and the velociraptor chasing you screeches. The car gives a screech of its own as it’s forced to accelerate faster than it's designed to and Kayla whips it around a bend.

You rush to sit forward, then grasp the door of the car and the seat behind you in a death grip.

“Kayla what the fuck,” you yell.

“I know,” she responds back equally as loud before making a sharp turn to avoid a honking car coming from the left.

She drives straight into another stand and stuff flies into the car as you’re watching the dinosaur through the mirror. In the ensuing chaos of you getting knocked to hell with shipping crates you lose sight of the animal. You keep frantically looking behind the vehicle only for an earth shattering screech to sound beside you. The unfamiliar woman’s scream reaches your ears as it comes at you from the side.

“Shit,” you duck, its jaw audibly snaps at the place your head was just at.

You stare at its jagged teeth that are right in front of you with wide eyes.

Kayla’s body shifts as she throws the car in the opposite direction and the dinosaur becomes too far for its head to stay in the car any longer. You ignore her worried questioning in favor of taking the fruit still gripped in your hand and hurling it into the animal's open mouth as it closes in again.

It chokes and stumbles into the wall you blow past in its shock.

You barely get the chance to sigh out before the car makes air for a few moments. You fly down a long set of stairs and when you land you think it’s a miracle that the wheels don’t knock off of the junker.

They do screech as the rubber burns but you’re still pushing forward as the velociraptor, damn those things are fast, recovers and catches back up with you.

It’s snapping absolutely furious and one track minded as it chases the convertible. You notice, because it was part of your job to notice small details, that the thing might’ve snapped at you earlier but it’s main focus is the back of the car.

You cuss Kayla again in your head for deciding that picking up the first redhead she saw was a good idea before turning to said redhead.

“What did you do to piss that thing off so bad?”

The wind bites at your face uncomfortably as you watch her act stupid until the next snap of its jaw comes and y’all have to dodge again.

You clock two other volociraptors chasing after a motorcycle on the conjoining street Kayla briefly drives through, and then you’ve reached your limit.

You whip out your gun and turn, knees on the seat, to point it behind you. The redhead screams and ducks but you don’t pay her much mind as you start shooting at your actual target.

She’s a problem for later, and since she clearly can’t multitask, you’ll take care of the bigger obstacle first.

Ever since Jurassic World failed spectacularly, and you and Kayla ran into your first dinosaur while taking a job for an underground dealer, you started carrying an upgraded arsenal.

Once you get the thing to slow down, your regular bullets aren’t good for much else than a minor inconvenience against the velociraptor, you start actually planning how to kill it.

You eject the clip currently in your pistol, letting it slide out of the grip and to the floor before reaching for your utility belt.

From the pack on your right hip you pull out the gun clip with specialty scale piercing rounds, and snap it into the magazine

You ensure it’s seated correctly, pull the slide into place and then aim. The trigger moves easy as you pull it, firing.

Every single dinosaur you come across, every single genetic monstrosity, has an incredibly hard exterior, so normal bullets don’t do much to them and piercing ones require you to use a little creativity to work.

It’s because of that that you don’t bother going for its head. You shoot six times at its chest every time you get far enough away to have a clear shot. Four of the six land around the same area, weakening it.

Kayla whips the car hard just as you fire the seventh shot, the one that is supposed to pierce through and hit its heart -or at least close to it, and the bullet goes wide as you fall into her.

“Really,” you yelp.

“Sorry,” she yells at you, not doing much other than pulling her hands from underneath your body to get them on the steering wheel again.

At least she’s not letting y’all crash.

You pull yourself back up and the redhead is shooting at the thing in your place. She’s shooting for the head much more than she should be, but she’s still slowing the velociraptor down so you’ll take it.

The next time you aim you use the redheads shots to your advantage, waiting for her to make it back off enough that you can hit the weakened area you made. The scales have been damaged enough that you can see pink.

Bullet number eight is what gets the dinosaur to finally stop. As the ground under the car’s wheels goes from stone to sand it faceplants into the granular dirt and your heart spurs with triumph.

Or an oncoming heart attack from the stress, who knows.

From the corner of your eye you see Kayla fiddle with her pocket before pulling out the button that controls the hanger doors.

She skids the car to a stop and jumps out, running straight up the still lowering ramp and into the pilot's seat of the big cargo plane. You and the other woman are right behind her, though you realize that the redhead doesn’t fully get inside the plane.

What the hell is she doing now?

NOTE: The logistics of how Reader killed that velociraptor are not important (for my sanity it’s completely possible).

And this is a part of a series. Hopefully you enjoyed.

[apocalypse-shuffle]

KAYLA WATTS (jurassic world: dominion)

—

“I Got You” (Kayla Watts x Fem!Reader)

| A rewrite of Dominion where Reader is Kayla’s wingwoman and gets caught up in the chaos of the movie with her.

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| SFW, canon typical action & slightly heftier language (Warning: Kayla and Reader argue)

| 3k+

| parts: one, two

And now, you’re helping her make an emergency take off while some white man on a motorcycle who’s being chased by the two rabid velociraptors from earlier races to get into the back of the plane.

The plane jerks forward roughly as you force it into movement without buildup. The redhead kicks up a fuss at that as she’s screaming back and forth with the man to hurry.

“We have to wait!”

You turn to her in disbelief.

“If you want to lose the people after you, it’s pretty imperative we get moving now.”

“He’s my daughter’s father, I can't just leave him!”

Kayla scoffs, continuing to steer the plane down the landing strip.

“You better tell him to hurry his ass up then!”

Kayla purses her lips.

“That’s not how this works,” she calls back.

You huff, only shrugging when the redhead looks at you, before turning around to do a secondary check of the controls as she resumes her yelling at the man.

You wish them the best of luck. Halfheartedly at least.

It’s as you’re monitoring radar that the noises behind you get way louder and you turn around to check, only to throw yourself backwards a second later as a motorcycle comes hurtling at you.

You don’t have the wherewithal to do anything but scream as the bike is just barely stopped from taking your head off by the pseudo doorway between the rest of the plane and the controls.

You watch the dents the bike makes and tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.

“This is too much. This is too much.” Your words speed up in your head the more you go on, hands twisting into your bomber jacket as you struggle to center yourself.

It’s only as you're starting to count your breaths, gaze still stuck on the dents the bike left in the divider, that you realize Kayla doesn’t even seem to have noticed any of the action.

It makes something hot coil at the bottom of your stomach and so many different reactions bubble at the tip of your tongue before you opt to swallow them all back down.

You take the time as everyone else gathers themselves and Kayla steers, to calm down. Hoping Kayla doesn’t need you because you can’t be of any sort of help right now.

You smooth your hands down your jacket and when you turn to look down at them you realize you’re shaking.

“Great,” you pant before slowly pulling yourself back up into your seat.

A steady manthra of ‘you’re okays’ goes through your mind as you buckle yourself in. One of these days Kayla’s spontaneous bullshit is gonna kill you. You could only take so much at a time, especially without a plan.

Fuck it, you’re gonna kill her. You’re gonna kill her.

Kayla gets the plane into the air not twenty seconds after your combined near beheading, flips the switch for the ramp to go up, and cheers.

“Woo! Still got it!”

She glances over at you, excitement lighting up her hazel eyes, but you only roll your own brown ones back and slide further away from her in your seat. Your hands are still shaking and you squeeze them into fists. She’s distracted by the man and woman dropping into the seats behind you, and you breathe out as her line of questioning is halted.

The sounds of the two interlopers that Kayla just decided to invite into your duo feel like salt in your wounds, however, and you can’t find it in you to relax.

“I’m Owen by the way,” the man pipes up before the woman’s voice reaches your ears.

“And I’m Claire.”

“Kayla,” your girlfriend pipes up before taking in your silence and grunting. “And that’s Y/n.”

You narrow your eyes, not bothering to look at any of them even as Owen goes to grab the headset at the side of your head.

“That don’t work,” Kayla says and Owen’s next words are colored in disbelief.

“But you have a copilot?”

Kayla nods slowly and you humph.

“And if you’ll notice, she don’t have the headset on.”

“But…what if she needs to take the reins?”

You fiddle with the broken cargo light switch, shrugging a single shoulder. “If Kayla passes out I’ll just take her headset and keep it pushin’.”

Kayla nods and you see her point at you in agreement from the corner of your eye.

“And what if you pass out too?”

The redheads’ question manages to make both of you laugh, but at the glance you exchange you force the humor from your face.

Again Kayla doesn’t seem to notice, humor still firmly in place as she looks back to the sky.

“Well the autopilot don’t work either so if neither of y’all know how to fly I’d get to praying, cause this baby’s only got two chutes,” Kayla jokes and her playful tone annoys and forces you to tamp down the upturn of your lips in equal measure.

“Just two-”

You listen as Grady takes in and then promptly forces himself past that little bit of information before targeting something else.

“But what if one of you needs to get something?”

Kayla smiles and makes a grand gesture towards you.

“Well then Owen, meet the autopilot.”

You wave with a small amount of flare over your shoulder, still upset but loving the mildly distressed sounds they’re making.

After that the cabin descends into heavy silence and eventually you turn around to see them looking at you open-mouthed.

“Owen I might not give a rat's ass about you or your girl but I do about mine and Kayla’s lives. So as long as we’re in the same plane I’m not gonna let you die. You can relax.” You incline your head. “For now.”

He nods really slowly at you even though both him and Claire still look dubious.

After that you stew for a few more minutes in blessed silence.

Now you’ve got to figure out how to get the two of you out of this mess alive. What you’d like to do is drag Kayla by the ear off of this damn plane and anywhere safer than this, but you knew that wasn’t something Kayla would sit well with.

You rub your hand over your mouth. It’s still shaking.

Leaving her on her own isn’t an option either. You’ve left a lot of motherfuckers out to dry before but Kayla would continue to be the exception. You cross your arms. It really does seem like your best chance at keeping Kayla alive was following through with finding Owen and Claire’s daughter and making sure she didn’t get eaten on the ground.

“Damn.”

Kayla throws you a glance that you ignore. You’re not doing this with her right now. She means a lot to you but this shit was unacceptable. She brought unknowns into the plane.

You bite down, every time they shift your hand inches towards your hip. You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Fucking Kayla.

The silence stands until Grady just has to open his mouth again.

“Why’re you risking your life for people you don’t even know anyway,” he asks.

Your eyes snap open, jaw clenching as you stare down the gauges next to you, hand tapping lightly on your gun. You take a deep breath, your hand is still shaking as you unclip your holder.

After all of this he was really asking questions like that?

Kayla’s voice reaches your ears as she adjusts the controls, eyes still on the sky.

“You want a ride or not?”

You interject, “No, cause that’s what I’m saying.”

Your girlfriend had a big heart, and she guarded it well, but that didn’t mean she didn’t listen to it often. That heart could and did get her in trouble, trouble that you often got dragged into right beside her. That led to a lot of near misses.

Those past events are what drives you to pull out your pistol and aim it at the man behind you’s head.

“Woah!”

“Y/n!”

He puts his hands up as Claire, who you’ve gathered is probably married to him, starts trying to barter with you or some shit.

You give her an uneven smile.

“Look, y’all seem nice and all. But nice doesn’t keep you alive. What do you want with us?”

The redhead shakes her head. “I didn’t ask you to help us. Your friend volunteered.”

“Oh I know. What I’m asking is what bullshit did you spew to get her helping you?”

“I didn’t tell her anything. I was being chased by a velociraptor and she decided to help.”

“Baby, put down the gun. I overheard them talking after I left the bathroom and decided to help them then. That’s it.”

“Alright, I’ll take that, but I still need to know if what you’re going to do is going to come back to bite us in the ass.”

Claire shakes her head. “It won't, we promise. All you have to do is sneak us in and then we never see each other again.”

Owen nods.

“Biosyn took our daughter. All we’re trying to do is get her back.”

“Why’d they take her?”

Claire clears her throat. “She’s…special. She’s got a very rare condition that we believe Dodgson wants to use to further his cause.”

You hum, clicking the safety of your gun back on but still not moving it.

“Here’s how I see it. I can’t stop this mess, but what you’re not gonna do is get Kayla killed, do you understand? Your kid is not my problem, she is. So just like you’d kill for what’s yours, I’d kill for what’s mine. So we’ll follow through with this because that’s what she wants, but you don’t get any second chances so tread lightly.”

You wait until the white couple nods before dropping your weapon and holstering it back to your hip.

“Good. I’m glad we understand each other.”

It’s as you’re finally turning back to the front that Owen speaks up.

“You don’t get in our way and we don’t get in yours. Got you loud and clear, lady.”

You smile and nod. There’s only a beat where Kayla takes you ignoring her attempts to get your attention before she turns to your ‘guests’.

“Can y’all fuck off for a minute? Thanks.”

Before they even finish getting up she’s jumping down your throat.

“What is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? You put us into this situation without asking me or without a clear story from the two heaping piles of shit you just dropped on our feet. Don’t get mad at me for getting answers after you jumped the gun.”

“I get it alright, but you cannot just threaten to shoot people when-”

“No. You don’t get it, but I’m done. You made a decision and now we’re following through. That’s it, end of discussion.”

Kayla presses her lips together.

You dismiss her and recline back in the co-pilot's seat to watch the monitors as Kayla keeps piloting. She doesn’t need you right now so you resolve yourself to angrily making sure everything keeps kicking as the clouds pass you guys by, and listening to the two newcomers you were apparently now risking your life for going back and forth somewhere in the cockpit behind you.

Fucking Kayla.

“Can you at least tell me if you’re okay?”

You turn minutely at the sound of her voice.

“Nah. I’m perfectly fine with you dragging me to my impending death,” you gripe, before shaking you head, “I don’t want to have this conversation anymore Kayla.”

Kayla sighs as she clicks on autopilot. You purse your lips as she turns in her seat to fully face you, tamping down the bit of humor that tries to flare up at the autopilot actually working.

“Uh uh, we need to talk before we get more into this. You know as well as I do how dangerous it can be if we’re not on the same page.”

“Oh really,” you turn your head fully to glare.

Kayla blanches at you before glaring right back.

“You’re the one that got in the passenger's seat.”

Your eyes widen.

“No the fuck you are not. You decided on a fly to drive these two to your plane after we were done with a mission. I followed you on impulse. But we’re supposed to be on the ‘same page’ as you so eloquently put it.” You point between your bodies. “This is not an ‘I follow, you lead’ partnership. When you make a fucking decision that can get us killed, like this, you tell me before hand. Not after a couple near deaths!”

“It’s their daughter! You can’t expect me to just not care about that.”

You shake your head.

“I’m not telling you to not care. I love that you care, Kayla. But you cannot do shit like this at the risk of your own life. It’s like you don’t even care sometimes.”

She laughs, smile turning sharp as she leans towards you.

“At the risk of my life or yours?”

Your mouth snaps shut.

You sneer, straightening up and moving further from her with a nod of your head. Kayla’s face drops in tandem with your own going flat.

“Y/n-”

You ignore the strain in her voice.

“No it’s fine,” you glance at the controls as you push your words past your throat. “Pilot the plane. Autopilot might actually work but we both know it’s not 100% with this old girl.”

You turn away from her and cross your arms, wiping roughly at the tear that travels down your cheek. At least you’re not shaking anymore.

It takes maybe ten minutes before Claire and Owen come back to their seats and you don’t acknowledge them anymore either.

“Um, this might not be the best time, but we need to make a plan before we get to the enemy.”

Kayla takes a second before answering. Voice hoarse when she speaks.

“I guess if you’re good with it I could just drop you off after thinking up some excuse,” she clears her throat. “Uh, yeah, we’re contracted with Biosyn so that’ll probably work.”

“We still need a way back out,” Clair says.

Kayla clicks her tongue, “Shit. I forgot.”

“How about you two stall them enough for us to find Maisie with a fake drop off. Once that’s done we should be able to sneak back in and fly off,” Owen says.

“Could work, but we don’t actually have anything to give them. A decoy delivery could get us through, but that’s it, if we don’t actually have something to give them we’ll be flagged.”

“There’s some empty boxes in the back from a delivery we did two weeks ago. As long as we unload them ourselves then they should do fine.”

At your advice Kayla gives you a doe eyed look, a tentative smile flashes across her face. Facing more naturally forward in your chair you nod back at her.

“So we get you in and then pretend to put some shit up. That should give y’all bout 20 minutes,” she watches you and her voice softens. “You okay with that?”

Your mouth works for a bit, “If you’re going in, I’m going in right behind you. So it doesn’t really matter if I am.”

Kayla nods, fingers drumming on the controls before she glances at Owen.

“Alright. In and out we get the girl and leave?”

“That sounds like a plan.”

“Great,” you say and move to turn up the volume on the two-way radio. “Cause we’re pulling up into Biosyn’s airspace now.”

The whole plane seems to lean forward in tandem as the radio clicks to life not two beats later.

“Ms. Watts this is ground control. State your purpose for being back. Our logs say you successfully handed off your assigned cargo hours ago.”

Kayla’s already got an answer rolling off the tip of her tongue before you even finish swiveling your neck to look directly at her.

“Not that successful,” Kayla responds, voice smooth and unwavering with practiced ease. “We’ve got some overlooked cargo still with us. My partner and I are simply asking for re-entrance into the facility to drop it off.”

“Overlooked cargo?”

At your mouthed words she squints.

“It’s not like you were offering up a better idea, and an entirely new decoy delivery wouldn’t get us in after they check the logs.”

There’s a split second where she stares you down before you brush her off. Delivery logs are always the fastest files for them to look up, and it’s less likely anyone will recheck missing inventory to avoid getting into trouble.

“I didn’t say it was bad.”

“Thank you-”

“Ms. Watts, can you describe the overlooked cargo?”

Click off.

Kayla scoffs and speaks into the transceiver, “Yeah of course,” then she’s waving her hand at you to offer something up. You turn to her with a shrug.

“I don’t know.”

Her brows raise.

“Um, fine. Damn! A container of blue vials, Biosyn logo all over them?”

She takes your idea in stride, relaying the description to Denise on the tail end of your words.

Denise’s voice crackles back on again. You take in and let out a deep breath.

“Ms. Watts, can we have confirmation that your copilot is in the cabin with you?”

One click.

At your side eye Kayla nods. You take the device from her.

“Control, this is F/n L/n, and as you can hear I am present and alive.”

Another click.

“Your request is being examined, Ms. Watts, hold tight.”

Two clicks, Denise finishing and Kayla starting.

“Come on, Denise, girl we know each other. We cool. All of this isn’t necessarily.”

You listen, insides twisting as Kayla talks back and forth with the control tower. There’s a lot of fleeting shared glances for all of twenty seconds as Claire and Owen start shifting in their seats, before Denise denies Kayla entry and your partner tries to evade her questioning while glancing at you again.

“There’s nothing else to be said. You are not authorized to be in Biosyn’s airspace, Ms. Watts. Have a good day.”

Both your eyes widen before Kayla and you move in tandem to start checking your airspace for Biosyn countermeasures.

“Wait! Just hear me out….Denise!”

She clicks off and doesn’t come back on again as Kayla rushes to check the missile lock. You don’t shift your gaze from her hands as she goes through the other early warning systems.

Everyone remains silent even as something near you makes the plane stumble.

Kayla freezes, eyes instantly flitting over to the parameter gauge.

“No need,” you whisper, voice catching, as your own eyes track a giant shadow closing in from behind.

Kayla sucks in sharply.

“Shit.”

“Not good?”

“Mm mm,” Kayla shakes her head.

Your abdomen clenches tight, stomach dropping.

A guttural sound traveling in from behind you accentuates the tense line of her shoulders, and your breath stutters out of you as you slowly reach for the controls.

“That’s another plane right?”

Owen’s words make you cringe. Oh, what you’d give for that to be the sounds of a Biosyn plane converging to put you down.

When the parameter warning starts going crazy you let out a small whimper as your suspicions are affirmed.

“We’ve got a visitor,” you say; hands tightening on the steering wheel along with Kayla as you work to slow the plane down.

Making yourselves even more enticing pray by trying to outfly something way faster than the plane was stupid. Your best bet was to hope it got bored.

The peeping bores into your ears as you watch WARNING flash on the screen between the pilot and copilot controls.

“What’s that?”

Owen’s leaned forward enough you see him indicate the bold white words flashing up at y’all as Kayla answers.

“Uh,” you see her trying to look past the plane's blind spots as she absentmindedly flicks off autopilot. “That’s the, uh, that’s the aerial deterrent system.”

She clicks off the relentless beeping as Owen cusses. The cabin goes silent.

“Well why is it going off,” Claire whispers prior to noticing the same shadow you are and making a surprised noise.

“Please tell me that’s another plane,” Owen utters.

An image of the full animal pops into your head at his question, but it’s Kayla who actually has an answer.

“Unfortunately, no. That is a quetzalcoatlus, and we see them a lot around here.”

You keep yourself totally still as you track the shadow’s movements. Quetzalcoatluses were a common topic of complaint. They were bigger than most of the planes that flew in and always were the source if a crash occurred just due to their sheer size, but they also saw the bigger planes as competition. Something a few of the guys you knew flew for Biosyn on a fixed contract had learned the hard way.

You all watch its huge wings flap around you as it glides overhead, rattling the cargo plane even more, before it ends up going on its way. Your abdomen stays clenched as you watch it fly until the sun blocks your view of it.

Kayla loosens her grip on the controls as the dinosaur lets out another guttural roar in the distance in front of you. You can’t bring yourself to do the same.

“It’s cool. We’re good, it’s gone.”

You give her a questioning look and she’s grinning at you when there’s a screech and the thing comes out of nowhere to barrel into the front of the plane.

NOTES: So some of the scenes aren’t linear with the actual movie, and I kind of just had to work it that way so that everything fit for my personal narrative, so it is what it is. My knowledge of planes is also about as good as my knowledge of guns so, good luck with this one.

And this is a part of a series. Hopefully you enjoyed!

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment feel totally free to do so!

Tagged: @shortpeopleisterrifying

[apocalypse-shuffle]

KAYLA WATTS | THE PILOT

I GOT YOU a Jurassic World rewrite

(pic source: jurassic world: dominion)

A rewrite of Dominion where Reader is Kayla’s wingwoman and gets caught up in the chaos of the movie with her.

❝ “You crazy bitch,” she adjusted the plane's wing flaps. “You’re gonna give me grey hair.”

“Right back at you,” you grin. “Now steer.” ❞

Kayla Watts x Black!Fem!Reader

Part One

Part Two

Part Three not here yet

Series Status: Ongoing(on Hiatus)

WARNINGS FOR:SFW, mature language, canon typical action, spotty dinosaur knowledge, arguments, spotty plane & pilot depictions (I’m doing my best, okay)

SERIES DISCLAIMER:this is an original fanfiction work by me, but Kayla Watts and the Jurrasic Park/World series and its extended characters and respective storylines included are all property of Universe Pictures/are not owned by me.