#maisie x owen

[textsfromislanublar]

Maisie: Am I in trouble then?

Owen: Have a guess.

Maisie: No?

Claire: Have another guess.

[bellarkeselection]

Maisie in Dominion x Reader

(Nothing really,just curious)

Hi I’m not sure how to do an x reader for Maisie but here are her and Owen just being daddy and daughter

[dearinglovebot]

the silently agreed upon maisie sandwich phenomenon

[freakrenaissance]

Ahhh! The perfect little clawen fic! Such a rare find, & this was absolutely lovely 😌

Prompt - Maisie introduces Clair and Owen as her mom and dad

Bah! Sorry this took so long. Stupid actual life obligations. Hope it’s worth the wait! Enjoy!

They had a routine now. The cabin was finally finished, and though Claire still needed to be in the city some days, most days she could work remotely from the small office that Owen built for her in the back of the cabin. Authorities had, with both Claire and Owen’s help, tracked down the majority of the dinosaurs that were roaming free (although what kept Claire up was all of the ones that were sold before they could stop it, all the predators in the hands of dangerous people and all of the damage they could do). They enrolled Maisie in a local school, and they had settled into something resembling a normal life. Claire would finish working close to when Maisie’s bus came, and she and Owen would walk down their long driveway, hands tangled together, to where the bus dropped the nine-year-old off. Claire loved those lazy walks, hips bumping together as they talked about everything and nothing (as it turned out, another close encounter with death was all they needed to be able to figure their shit out. “I don’t ever want to be without you again,” Owen told her that first night, when Maisie’s deep breathing could be heard across the small motel room. His hands had roamed, quietly, insistently, and she had to bite back moans to not wake up the sleeping girl. “When I think about how close I was to losing you…” He shuddered, remembering her in the gyrosphere, watching her sink, her eyes wide in panic and her hands splayed across the glass. He tugged her closer, his grip just shy of painfully tight, careful not to jostle her injured leg. “I know, I know,” Claire murmured into his skin. His lips were warm on hers as he breathed in her ear, “love you, Claire, love you.” There had been no more discussion about their status as a couple when they woke up, limbs intertwined. This time, when Owen said they would stick together for survival, it was a promise and not a suggestion).

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Chook's Halloween

Kewis x Child!Reader

Summary: The thirteenth of my Halloween-centric fics

"Looking good, Sam!" Erin whistles," Indiana Jones!"

Sam rolls her eyes. "Don't say that with Chook around. She won't be very happy."

"Huh? Why?"

"Because I'm not Indiana Jones."

"Yes, you are. You're all-" Erin makes a vague gesture "-Sexy."

Sam laughs. "Well don't let Kristie hear you say that."

"If you're not Indiana Jones then who are you?"

"Owen Grady."

"Who?"

"Owen Grady."

"Who's that? Your neighbour?"

"No," Sam replies, rolling her eyes," The guy from Jurassic World."

Clarity dawns in Erin's eyes. "Oh, so this is a Chook costume."

"Yeah," Sam admits," It's a Chook costume. She was very excited. Kristie's meant to be Claire, Helen's Maisie."

"And Chook's a dinosaur?"

Sam sighs. "And Chook's a dinosaur."

The door to the gym swings open again and someone shrieks.

You trot in, arms lifted up like a dinosaur.

"Well," Erin says," That's certainly-"

"Blue!" You say, pulling up your velociraptor mask to reveal your face," I'm Blue, Erin! From Jurassic World! Rawr!"

Your excitement is palpable as you run around the gym in my dinosaur costume.

"Should I know who Blue is?" Erin asks as she watches you sneak up behind Millie to scare her.

"It's the velociraptor from Jurassic World," Sam explains," The one that doesn't die."

"They die?"

"Yeah but don't bring it up to Chook. It makes her cry."

Halloween is always hit or miss for you.

You either enjoy it so much you're bursting from happiness or you're too scared to even watch some Halloween movies with your mothers and spend your time curled up with Helen and your toys.

Sam doesn't want this ruined for you even if it's just an accidental comment on Erin's part.

"Mom!" You call and Sam turns to give you some attention.

"Yes, Chook?"

"Mom, look! I'm a dinosaur! Rawr!"

"Wow," Sam says in mock shock," You really scared me there, Chook."

"Don't worry, Mom," You say, patting her side," I'm not actually a real dinosaur. It's just a mask. See." You pull your mask up so Sam can see your face. "It's still me."

Sam looks down at you with a fond smile, lightly ruffling your hair and tugging at the tail at the back of your costume. "Well I'm glad it's still you Chook. I'd hate to have to explain to Mommy that we've got a little dinosaur now and not a little girl."

"Don't worry," You tell her," I'm not old enough for be a full dinosaur yet. Maybe next year though."

Sam laughs, sliding your mask back over your face. "Maybe next year."

Training is lots of fun with everyone so impressed by your dinosaur costume and the staff even give you lots of sweeties even though you didn't Trick-or-Treat them.

"Mommy!" You call as Sam unlocks the apartment door," Mommy, we're back!"

Kristie pops her head around the wall. "Oh, wow, Chook, looking good."

"Silly, Mommy," You rebuke her, giggling as she flutters kisses over your face," You saw me this morning."

"And I can't think you're still looking good? Maybe you're the silly one Chook."

"You're not dressed yet," You look at Kristie through narrowed eyes," You have to dress up, Mommy. It's a family costume. It can't just be me, Mom and Helen."

Kristie laughs. "There's plenty of time. We've still got to eat dinner before we go trick or treating."

You huff, blowing out all of your air noisily. "But that's ages away!"

Kristie ruffles your hair, taking your mask from you to put on the side. "Well little dinosaurs like you can't go out trick or treating without being fully fed. You might eat everyone!"

"Silly, Mommy. I'm not big enough to eat people yet."

"I don't look the way she said 'yet'," Sam snickers to Kristie before addressing you," Well, you won't get big enough to do that if you don't eat. Mommy's cooked us some dino nuggies."

You narrow your eyes in thought, darting them between Sam and Kristie.

"Triceratops nuggies?"

"Uh-huh."

You nod. "Good because they're herbivores. Carnivores like me eat herbivores!"

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hi again I hope you can do a Jurassic world au yandere raptor hybrid parents wolverine and storm [ animated series ] x baby raptor hybrid reader and how they react when their baby gets kidnapped and they go with Owen and Claire to get Maisie and their baby back.

Okay! So, in the Jurassic World AU, it isn't a crossover, so Owen and Claire and Maisie aren't in it. It's just the X-Men characters and Reader in this setting. I should have specified, so I'll do it now. But I CAN do raptor hybrid parents! Let's try this-

• Something wasn't right.

• The air was still, no birds or insects singing a low hum. The trees seemed too tall, too dark. The shade was too cold, biting and nipping at their skin and scales. Yet the problem seemed to be something else...

• Neither one could remember much of their before this place, with its humans and tasers and fences, but they didn't need to. They had a life here, with each other, and their own hatchling to take care of. Or it had been that way, before someone had taken them. The older male knew their enemies had caught their little while they were away, he could smell their blood and the stench of mammals clinging to their nest. His mate, a female with bright eyes and white scales, had ruthlessly torn through their territory, calling out for their child. Yet neither one could find the humans, only a trail to follow...

• Hunting down the ones who did this atrocity felt easy. It didn't take much to track them into their homes, to follow them on their hikes, to hunt then and chase them til they dropped and cried and pleaded for mercy. Yet none was given. The last thing they'd ever see was of claws racing towards them, or of sharp teeth closing around their head. It all lead to this moment, to a lone facility in freezing snow, holding their hatchling and the last of the monsters who took them...

• Waiting in the cell made you feel icky. All cold and tired and bruised, like every drop of warmth was sucked out of you. The humans prattled on and on, talking about numbers and people who wanted them, who wanted a pet or monster or stuffed tropy... It made you cry, hearing all of this. You shied away from any who came near, tucking your tail in your hands and hiding in the shadows. It all changed when a loud wail echoed in the room, red lights flashing sharply through the darkness.

• It was then the humans began panicking. Running and racing around, screaming and crying, talking about specimen breaches and other raptors- That made you perk up. Could it be Mom and Dad? Did they come back for you? They didn't abandon you?

• It appeared not. You could hear their angry screeches, their claws clicking on metal floors, their feet pounding down the halls as they came closer to finding you. Only a few humans remained, a frazzled doctor and a couple of guards, and then-

• Your parents were there, mad and angry and screaming. You looked away as you heard the humans wail and beg, you covered your ears and shut your eyes. The scent of copper was thick, the acrid scent of death soon following. But then, the bars were torn apart, and in a flash, you were in the arms of your parents, each chirping up a frenzy as they looked over you.

• You chirped up happily, only getting anxious when you asked about the humans, but you were shushed, told not to look, and soon you all were leaving. Your mom kept humming, tickling your cheeks and belly, while your dad kissed your head and stroked your back. You couldn't help but nuzzle into their warm embrace, so safe from the carnage surrounding you...

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Lightning On My Lips (Every Time You Kiss Me)

11 - All Gas, No Brakes

Pairing: Tyler Owens x OFC Georgia Tennley

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: LOTS OF FLIRTING and touching and teasing, alcohol consumption

A/N: The biggest tease. I think y'all know what's coming after this one. Also this is definitely one of my favorite chapters so hope y'all enjoy it too.

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Extra Note: You will want to start the song linked below when the dancing scene begins for the full effect.

With Kate and her barrels in tow, they headed to Enid. Tyler kind of enjoyed being the third wheel to the girls’ budding friendship. He felt like maybe, just maybe, Kate could have a best friend again, and Georgia could have a sister who supported her, but he also guessed those could be one in the same for both girls. Tyler knew it had been traumatic for Kate, losing her friends and boyfriend at such a crucial moment in her life. He didn't have to ask. They didn't have to talk about it. There was an understanding there that Tyler felt he needed to leave alone for now. With Georgia, all he knew of her old friend, Maisie, was that they'd grown apart after she stopped barrel racing. He knew how awful her sister was to her though, now. She’d shared texts that her sister had sent that really cemented that she hated Tyler, and that she thought Georgia was being a child. Tyler believed now that Georgia was just lost after that tornado had taken her father. She felt like she had no direction, so when Tyler came into her life, she clung onto him so bad, and that obviously hurt her sister. There were faults from both parties.

Georgia, as always, was impressed with Tyler's ingenuity. He'd somehow come up with another trailer while her and Kate had been packing up some of her research, and by the silence beside her, she guessed he was trying to figure out the mechanics of how it could all work. When they got to Enid there was a whole host of humans awaiting them. Tyler's crew, still including Ben, surprisingly, as well as Kasey and Cory. Georgia felt like she hadn't seen them in years even though it had been less than a week. They both hugged her tight at the same time, before letting her go with wide smirks. 

“So, is there something going on between you and Tyler and did you fuck him yet?” Kasey asked and Georgia shook her head with a smile.

“Yes...we're tryin’ to figure out what exactly is it...no we did not fuck yet.” She said and the two other girls laughed as the trio turned, arm in arm, and joined the Tornado Wranglers. 

“We've been driving around in the van with Dexter and Dani. You missed a big one. I'm not as good with the photos as you.” Cory said, handing Georgia her camera. She'd wondered where it had ended up. Luckily it had been packed in it's bag just before they got rolled so it was pretty well protected. She looked through the most recent photos and they were all great.

“You're not bad though. Keep tryin’ and you'll get it.” Georgia said, giving Cory back the camera. Lily was showing Kate what they'd missed and Tyler was talking to Boone about new rockets. Boone got excited and as he turned he saw Georgia. He jogged to her and hugged her, in normal Boone fashion.

“Hey, Gee. You doin’ okay?” He asked as he pulled away, but kept his hands on her upper arms. She smiled at him. She appreciated that Boone had always been so welcoming to her. He could be rude to her, especially after everything that had happened with Tyler’s last time rodeoing and what he went through for recovery, but she figured it would never occur to Boone to be that way. 

“I’m good, Boone.” She said and then Boone turned to Tyler and clapped him on the shoulder. “So uh, what’s up with you two? You back together?” He asked, and everyone stopped in their tracks. Dexter, who was taking a sip of coffee, nearly spit it out. Dani almost choked on the sandwich that she was finishing. Ben’s wide eyed stare connected with Boone’s and then Tyler’s. Lily snickered and bumped elbows with Kate. Kasey and Cory both couldn’t help the laughter that they had dissolved into. Tyler swallowed hard and took a deep breath before his gaze locked on Georgia’s. She left it up to him to answer and he knew that.

“Somethin’ like that.” He said and everyone stayed quiet, but there were pretty big smiles on their faces, including Kate. She was happy Georgia had taken her own advice. 

Both crews got to work on data analysis for Kate’s barrels of sodium polyacrylate. Tyler had gotten that new model up and running just like he said he would and they tweaked it here and there, trying to find the right balance. He figured out a way that might work to blow the lids off the barrels from inside the cab of the truck, so that they wouldn't lose any of the sodium polyacrylate mixture and they would stay safe inside the truck.

“We’re gonna need to test this out in the field. We need charges for the barrel lids.” Tyler said and Kate’s expression went from focus to elation. She knew she’d made the right choice, deciding to go with his crew instead of going back to StormPAR. She felt bad leaving Javi, but she just couldn’t keep working for a crew that wasn’t in it to help the people. 

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Tyler felt like he was going insane. For whatever reason today, he felt like everything Georgia did, she was teasing him. Every little swing of her hips as she walked away or toward him. Every little smile, or even worse, when she smirked at him. He wasn't trying to be funny but she laughed at everything that maybe had even a little bit of humor attached to it. And her fucking laugh . It was like a beautiful symphony to his ears. He couldn't get enough. 

Okay, maybe she wasn't teasing him, but he felt like something was behind every little move she made. He felt as though her opening up and being vulnerable with him yesterday had just made her ten times more attractive to him. He'd always wanted to ask about her father but he never dared to. He'd known there was a story there and until now he hadn't poked at her for it. He actually wasn’t sure what prompted her to open up in the first place, but he was thinking maybe Kate had something to do with it.

There wasn’t much for chasing for most of the day, just some small cells that they wouldn’t make it to intercept, but it did give Tyler time to get the mechanism for the barrels figured out. He got it connected to the panel on his truck in no time with Dani and Boone's help. Around dinner time they all headed to a motel for the night, expecting storms to crop up over the next few days that were going to be big. There was a pretty big gathering of other storm chasers at the same motel that night, much like the first night Georgia had reappeared. They were all drinking and partying, enjoying a clear night out before some of the last storms of the season. 

Everyone got cleaned up and headed out to the little community that had been erected In the parking lot. They'd seen the StormPAR crew drive in, but assumed they'd all retired for the night. Kate was kind of hoping she'd see Javi, but she tried not to be disappointed when she didn't. The rest of the Tornado Wranglers had dissipated to different areas of the party. Dexter, Dani, and Ben took seats around the small bonfire that someone had made from a pile of wood they'd found and they were fueling it with paper and beer cans. Kasey and Cory had popped over to the convenience store across the street and came back with a couple of cases of beer, adding it to the ever growing ‘bar’ made up of ten or so coolers filled with ice. Boone was chatting it up with the two guys grilling burgers, dogs, and corn on the cob. Kate, Lily and were smack dab in the middle of the designated ‘dancefloor’, leaving Tyler and Georgia to each other.

They had showered and changed separately, so when Tyler came out in his cowboy hat, his tight blue jeans, and the Tornado Wrangler belt buckle front and center holding in a tucked in green button down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to show his forearms, Georgia could only stare. She'd opted for jeans as well, her shiny PRCA belt buckle on board. She had on a blue long-sleeved shirt with opaque sleeves with flowers on them. The shirt was a v-neck and a sliver of the skin above her belt, and below her belly button peeked out. It wasn’t a crop top, but it was short and she couldn’t tuck it in. She'd left her hair down and it dried wavy from the shower. Her bangs fell slightly over the right side of her face and Tyler wanted nothing more than to tuck them behind her ear and run his fingers across her pretty rosy cheek. He knew she didn't wear makeup, so the blush in them, he would have to assume, was because of him.

“Want a beer?” He asked, as his hand touched hers. He was going to take her hand and lead her to the coolers, but her attention was split between him and watching Kate and Lily dance. Boone had brought food over for them and himself and he was chowing down on his burger as he nodded at Tyler. Georgia glanced up at Tyler and gave him a thumbs up. He brushed his fingers across her lower back and went to grab beers for them. He grabbed a bottle for each of them, twisting the tops off as he walked back. He handed her one and took a heavy swig from his own.

“Thirsty, Arkansas ?” She mused and he raised a brow at the nickname. 

“I remember the first time you called me that.” He said softly as he switched hands on his beer, making the move to place his other hand on her back. He let his fingers slide down the curve of her spine slowly as they both drank in comfortable silence. He stopped at her belt and hooked his thumb under it. She turned slightly toward him, taking a long sip of her beer. It had been too long since she drank and she was unfortunately already starting to feel lightheaded. It didn't help that she didn't have anything in her stomach either. 

He cocked a hip and gazed down into her pretty blue eyes, shrouded slightly under her curtain of hair and the nearly faded evening light. She reached up and took his hat, placing it on her own head and taking another sip.

“Y’know you owe me two now.” He said as he pressed in closer to her. She smirked and lowered her gaze to his belt.

“Two, what?” She asked, mocking innocence. She tilted her head and his tongue darted out to wet his lips before he swallowed hard. 

“Two rides, darlin’.” He said, his lips curling up on one side. He leaned down, lips just brushing the shell of her ear. His voice was husky and low. “And if you feel like I remember, I ain't gonna last more than eight seconds.”

Georgia's heart nearly beat right out of her chest, as Tyler took his hat back, but before putting it back on his own head, he used it to shield their faces from everyone else as he leaned in for a kiss. His lips on hers sent sparks throughout her entire being and a fire ignited in her core that was bound to turn into an inferno by the end of the night if they kept this shit up. When they parted, they both had wide grins plastered on their faces, and empty beers in their hands. 

“You want another or would you like to dance?” He asked and she motioned to the makeshift dance floor. The beginning guitar chords to “Think I'm In Love With You” by Chris Stapleton rang out from the speaker and as the snare and kick drum came in to make a slow rhythm, he took her hands in his and guided her back and forth. 

Baby...do you ever wonder...whatever happened way back when or if I'll see you again.

Tyler twirled her slow and pulled her back closer, their hips meeting and swaying back and forth.

And maybe...if you ever wonder...aw you might wish things could change. I know this might sound strange but...

Tyler mouthed the next words as he glanced down at Georgia wrapped in his arms, the green in his eyes catching the gentle flickering light from the fire and the other chasers KC lights.

I think I'm in love with you. I didn't know it at the time. I know what I wanna do. It's makin’ me lose my mind.

He sent her for another twirl and this time pulled her back so that her back was against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they swayed back and forth for the next few lines.

I thought about thinkin’ it through, and everytime I do, I find, I wanna make your dreams comes true. I think I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you.

His hands slid out of hers and down to her hips as there was a brief pause in the lyrics. His fingers tightened and his hips pressed into her ass as she ran her hands up her own chest, up to his shoulders briefly before letting them travel down to where his hands were on her hips. As the singer began again, she closed her eyes, continuing to let him guide her. The energy in the singer's voice picked up.

Oh, you are the power over me. You are the truth that I believe. You are my life, you are my world. You are the air I'm breathin’, girl. You are the light I wanna see. You're all of everything to me. You are the reasons I am, woman!

Tyler ceased their movements for a moment with the music, curling his head down and letting his lips grazing her neck, and then he picked up again, slow with the music, as Georgia's fingers intertwined with his once more. She tilted her head to allow him more access to her neck and he took the offering. His mouth was hot and wet on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't help herself as she rolled her hips against him. As the lyrics began again, he turned her in his arms and her hands easily hooked around the back of his neck.

I think I'm in love with you. I didn't know it at the time. I know what I wanna do. It's making me lose my mind. I thought about thinkin’ it through and every time I do I find, I wanna make your dreams come true. 

“ I think I'm in love with you...” He sang softly with the song but she knew it was meant for her, lust behind half hooded eyes meeting. As the song began to wind down, his hands stayed at her lower back, his thumbs hooked in her belt and gently pushing her back and forth against his hips. Her hands left the back of his neck and took a soft hold of his face, gently begging him to kiss her. He obliged readily, as a soft press of his lips became his tongue tangling with hers, the neediness evident in all of his muscles. He couldn't get her any closer but he wanted her even closer. Another song began and they parted, deciding it was very much time to take this encounter elsewhere.

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@swimmingsirenindierp ctd from (x)

"She really is, isn't she? I don't want her to grow up." She cooed at Maisie who was still jumping in excitement and tugging at the young woman's shirt.

"I'm glad to hear it - she can be a menace when she wants to be though." He tickled her tummy, causing her to squirm and giggle. "It's lovely to meet you Rose, I'm definitely just Owen, none of this Mr Pryce business." He shook her head, a friendly smile on his face before turning to his daughter. "Now, sweetheart, are you going to let go of poor Rose's top so she can go home after a long day?"

Maisie shook her head indignantly, "No! I want you to have dinner with us!" She pouted at both adults. "I'm sure Rose has dinner plans already, Mais." He stood to his feet again, taking the little girl's hand. "Come on." She showed no signs of moving.

[murderousmushroom]

|Another world|Aged Up Maisie Lockwood x Photograph!Reader|

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A/n

Hello little mushrooms,as you can see in the title,in this story,Maisie is aged up so she's more toward 17-18 years old and so is reader

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You always loved the forest,it's always been your special place,to observe animals and to find new plants or to just relax while listening to the beautiful sound of nature. Anywhere you went,you were always seen with your camera around your neck,some people calling it an addiction,while some people called it art. It didn't matter to you thought,since you loved taking pictures,and being outside.

You had met Maisie after She was saved and Owen and Claire adopted her,You were taking picture of some beautiful bird walling around in the snow when you stumbled into her,making you fall on top of her. She simply giggled and helped you up,grabbing your camera off the ground and gently handing it back to you with an apology

Since then,You both have been inseparable,Owen and Claire were glad the brunette finally made some friends,but if only they knew

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You sat outside on the same log you'd usually sit on,sighing in relief as the leaves of the tree gave you some relieve from the hot sun of June. You wiped your forehead with your hand as you looked around for any sign of an animal nearby or a new plant you had yet to photograph

You finally spotted one,holding your breath as you adjusted the camera so the picture wouldn't be blurry,but right as you were about to take a picture,a pair of arms wrapped around you waist,startling you enough to make you yelp

Maisie laughed,letting go of you and standing in front of you with a smirk on her face,clearly trying not to kiss your cheek or your forehead as she saw the pout you made

"Maisieee" You whined,trying to remind her that this isn't the first time she's done this.

The girl simply laughed again,gently grabbing your camera and taking a few pictures with it,as she usually would do

"Sorry y/n/n,I couldn't help it,you looked too peaceful" Maisie smirked,handing you your camera again

You rolled your eyes at her,trying to hide the smile appearing on your lips,you knew that no matter what she'd do,you could never be mad at her,and it was the same for her

Maisie turned around,her back facing you as she looked at some of the leaves on the tree facing you. The sun reflecting off her brown hair.

You couldn't help but admire her,turning on your camera and hesitating before taking a picture,reminding yourself that you take pictures of not only what you love,but also who you love

Apparently,you didn't realize your camera made a noise until maisie approached you again,trying to grab it while whining

"Nooo, why did you take a picture of meee" she whined playfully,making you giggle as you held the camera higher so she couldn't grab it again

"Because you look beautiful" you answer truthfully,smiling as you noticed her cheek turning a slightly darker red,making you question if it wasn't because of the heat of the sun

"Also..I take picture of who I love" you quickly answered,pretending to look through the many photos you took,but being stopped by Maisie,who gently lifted your chin with her finger,making you gulp slightly

"Y/n..it's alright if you don't but..do you mean it like..the way I think you do?" She asked,you swear you've never seen her look this shy,not with you at least

You held back a smirk,only smiling softly at her "I don't know..maybe you should show me what you think I meant?" You tentatively asked,biting the inside of your cheek while looking into her beautiful eyes

She barely nodded as she glanced at your lips quickly before her gaze darted back to yours,as if asking for permission,making you nod

She pressed her lips on yours,your breath catching in your throat as she gently cupped both of your cheeks,bringing you closer as you hooked your fingers in her belt loop and pulled her against you

After a few seconds,you both pulled away,the need for air becoming increasingly more evident. You both stared at each other,smiling like idiots in love while trying to convince yourself this really happened

You were the first to break the silence

"So..Can I keep the picture?" You giggled as she did too,pressing your forehead on her shoulder as she played with your hair

"You can keep it Sunshine" she said,making your insides melt at the new nickname. She gently bent down,picking up a flower and placing it behind your ear

"I can take a lot more pictures of you now " You said,kissing the side of her jaw before standing up and grabbing your camera

"Last one home had to cook dinner for a week!" You yelled as you ran toward the house Owen had built,Maisie running after you

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[daenerysvaleryon19]

Jaxson (lockwood) Grady Dearing

Appearances: Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (2020 - 2022), Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018), Jurassic World: Dominion (2022)

Species: human

Gender: female

Portrayed by: Kaithlin (Katie) Sermon

Role: Camp Cretaceous camper (formerly), Lockwood incident survivor

Status: Alive

Family: Charlotte lockwood (mother deceased), Benjamin lockwood (grandpa deceased), Claire Dearing (adoptive mother) Owen Grady (adoptive father) Maisie lockwood (younger sister), Karen Mitchell (adoptive aunt) Scott Mitchell (adoptive uncle) Zach and Gray Mitchell (adoptive cousins)

Born: 2004

Friends / allies: Darius Bowman, Kenji Kon, Brooklyn, Yaz, Sammy, Ben, Roxie, Dave, Bumpy, Rexy, Hap, Dr. Mae Turner, pierce, Angel + Rebel, big eatie + little eatie, firecracker, Kayla Watts, Ramsay Cole, Dr. Grant, Dr. Sattler, Dr. Malcolm, Dr. Carla Russell, Blue, Baby Beta, Reese (boyfriend)

Enemies: Torro, Indominus rex, Eddie, Mitch + Tiff, Henry Wu (formerly), Hawks, Reed, Spinosaurus, Kash, brads, Brad-x, Daniel Kon, Lana Molina, Mr gold, Cyrus, Lewis Dodgeson (kidnapper), the gignotasaurus, Soyona Santos,

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#5

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42 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

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#4

Wonderfully Worried || JW: Dominion Fluff

Summary : You and Ian Malcolm have been together for a few months now and despite actually being there with him physically, the thought of no longer having him by your side at all causes a lot of worry.

Pairing : old! (but still hot) ian malcolm x female reader

Warnings : slight mentions/talk of de*th (a), shock, fear, bugs, car crash, fire

Word Count : 1,098 words

A/N : . Jurassic World: Dominion spoilers through entire post . After watching the film, I just had to write this! <3 It's kind of obvious what scene inspired this, heh. Reblogs are very much appreciated! No stealing my work!

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You were helping Ian press buttons on the panel, hoping that the correct combination of numbers would do the trick in order for Ellie, Alan, and Maisie to reach safety. Luckily, all of that button mashing seemed to work out just fine.

Afterwards, you and the group got in a car together only to realize there were oversized locusts falling from the sky, on fire. You sat in the passenger seat of the vehicle across from Ian who was sitting in the drivers seat. Ellie and Alan sat in the back with Maisie in the middle.

Ian looked quite panicked at the situation happening quite before his eyes, "That's Bananas."

You yelped as the falling locusts caused the vehicle to crash as it teetered you took a few deep breaths while Maisie seemed like the only one with anything helpful to say. The car flipped upside down as she started to cry.

Your vision was a bit blurry as you glanced over at Malcolm, reaching your hand out toward his as the two of you linked your hands together.

A gentle chuckle escaped your lips when looking over at Ian's confused expression as he stepped out of the wrecked vehicle along with the others. He seemed surprised to see his old pals along with some new faces.

Loud stomping from a dinosaur was heard from afar as Alan and Owen both said, "Don't move." You accidentally stepped on a branch while hiding behind Ian, scared that the dinosaur would somehow see you before the rest of the group. The dinosaur looked like a T-Rex but it's frame was much larger. Alan explained to the group that the species is called an Gigantosaurus.

A gasp nearly escaped from your lips as your mouth opened wide but before you could make any noise, Ian pressed his lips against yours while both of your hearts beated rapidly against each other. Your chest pressed up against his, the moment becoming more heated by the second but unfortunately more pressing matters were at play.

"Go to safety." He told you before you ran off with the rest of the group and up the ladder. Ian stayed behind and hid in the flipped over car, the foot of the Gigantosaurus mere inches away from crushing him.

A thud was heard as the Gigantosaurus gnawed through the metal ladder like it was nothing, Kayla encouraged Maisie to keep climbing as the others soon followed.

The Gigantosaurus roared in all of there faces, including yours. Fear took over your body, unable to move as you stood still and watched Ian risk his life for a second time in a row. You didn't want to see the love of your life die.

He threw the fire locust on a stick into the dinosaurs mouth and it seemed to get the job done. Ian slipped while going up the ladder and luckily Alan was still there to save him because you were in pure shock, still inert until he finally made it up the ladder safely.

After a bunch of stunning blows to the dinosaur from the group, it finally left you and the others alone.

You took this opportunity to catch a few breaths.

The group chatted for a bit as Ian stood beside Kayla on one side of a white table and you on the other, he began to unbutton his shirt while Kayla shook her head no at Ian. Your cheeks grew warm at the sight of Malcolm, you wanted to tear the shirt off of Ian right then and there but it wasn't exactly the best time or place.

"Y/N, you feeling alright?" That all too familiar voice asked you in a cocky tone. You were staring at him unknowingly and gnawing at your lower lip so hard that it left an indent on the bottom. Ian had already buttoned his shirt up which was disappointing to say the least.

"Yeah, I'm feeling alright... thanks for calming me down out there." You winked gently over at him although your heart was still beating fast.

You and Ian Malcolm had met a few years back and wanted to work together on taking Biosyn down. Being younger than him has never phased the two of you.

Kayla walked over toward Ian as you walked toward Owen, making small talk. Ian stared at you and admired all of your features, getting lost in your beauty. Kayla grinned just a bit, "Wish I had a woman that looked at me like that, true love right there."

Tears began to run down your face as the emotions from recent events finally hit you. Ian had been through so many near death experiences and most of them were just stories to you, experiencing them first hand brought a whole new feeling and not a good one at that.

Owen frowned, you had helped him train the raptors in the past and he didn't want to see one of his friends in pain. He pulled you into a side hug, "I'm always gonna be here for you, Y/N. I promise. Take care now and if that Rambo dude ever treats you wrong... let's just see how much he likes a raptor bite to the ass."

Shaking your head, you chuckled at Owen's comment. He always knew how to put a smile on your face even on the darkest of days. "Thanks for helping me feel better, I'll catch up with you all in a few." He nodded and waited for Kayla to finish her conversation with Ian.

As soon as Ian noticed the tear stains on your cheeks, he rushed over and pulled you in for a huge bear hug.

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51 notes - Posted July 16, 2022

#3

Love Bites Back || TWD Drabble

Summary : Two men in your life, one at Alexandria, and the other a proud leader of the saviors. Who would you choose?

Pairing : Fem Reader x Daryl Dixon x Negan Smith

Warnings : blood, vomit, weapons, cursing, sickness, guns, liqour, pain-killers, and smut if you wince.

A/N : Been a long time since I wrote something but I came up with this little drabble and thought it would be fun to share. There is no exact set timeline for this but roughly based around season 6-7. Keep hateful comments to yourselves please, likes/reblogs are appreciated. No stealing my work. I'm not the best at writing, bare with me. Enjoy. <3

Bitten mere hours before, weakness began to take over, each movement proving to be a challenge. Raising up your crossbow, aiming to shoot the walkers, only to discover there are no arrows to be found. Daryl took you out often for hunting lessons, he was the one who taught you how to use the crossbow. Daryl sighed when approaching you, he took notice that you looked quite pale. Aiming for the heads of the undead, he shot them before retrieving his own arrows. "You're burning up, Y/N." Daryl pressed his palm against your forehead, feeling the warmth building up on your skin, sweat drenching your clothing but there was no way in hell you would be telling Daryl that you got bit just from attempting to save someone that turned out to be a savior, well if you wanted to call Negan that. Negan had been surrounded by ten walkers, sure he would be able to handle them all on his own but you wanted to help out.

Gunshots could be heard in the distance, Daryl told you to leave it be. You were in no shape to fight, let alone walk. Daryl helped you get on the back of his motorcycle before he hopped on the front of it. "We'll go hunting in a few days. Left some traps out so the walkers don't get to the food first." He insisted, the loud hum of his engine could be heard while more walkers were left in the dust.

"Daryl, I'm fine." You grunted when he went over a bump in the road, hitting your arm in just the wrong way. Not wanting to tell Daryl you were bitten, you set the crossbow over your arm with a wince.

Sooner or later, he would be able to tell that something is up with you. The familiar southern-accent of his drawing deep before the next words came out of his mouth, "What's wrong, Y/N? The last time you looked at me that way was well when..."

Swiftly placing your finger upon his lips, you gently grinned while glancing up and down at Daryl. "When we drunk-fucked and tied each other up?" You asked him innocently, gripping onto his shoulders as if your life depended on it, your stomach doing back flips, and it wasn't just because you brought up your past relationship with Daryl.

"I'm feeling ill..." Finally admitting this, Daryl slowed down some to check up on you. "Taking the leather jacket off would help." Daryl responded with snark in his comment. Hesitant to take the leather jacket off, you did it anyways. Negan gifted you one identical to his, except your name was spelled in italics along the leather backing.

Daryl eventually stopped his motorcycle completely, covering his tracks after the fact. Then he glanced over at you with worry in his eyes. Flinching when he helped you remove the jacket, no knowledge of what he was going to say about your current infection from one of the walkers. Tears began to roll down your face, knowing what had to be done in order for your survival. You were bitten directly below the elbow, trying your damnest to hide the bite for as long as possible. The sight of blood never seemed to bother you but the idea of having your own arm chopped off was something completely different.

"Y/N... why didn't you tell me about this sooner!?" Daryl questioned, holding your arm out which revealed the bite mark, "How on earth did this even happen- I thought you knew better." Frowning at his words, you didn't like when Daryl raised his voice at you which rarely ever happened. He knew your past had been rough aswell. Shrugging, "I don't know D, saw someone surrounded by walkers and didn't think twice. When getting closer, it turned out that Negan didn't need saving and it was just a trick to get me closer to him..." Sighing, the next words coming out of your mouth would be hard for Daryl to hear.

*earlier that day*

Negan wasn't letting you go that easy. You took five of the walkers and he took the other five. Swinging Lucille around in his hand proved to be no problem when taking the walkers out. You thought that five was no big deal for you aswell, usually being able to take that many down on your own.

With hitched breathing, you spoke out, "Four down and one to go. No big deal." Speaking to yourself, Negan raised his eyebrow as he watched how things went down. The two of you definitely had a past with each other aswell. Going to Alexandria on your own was a risk but if the people of Alexandria saw Negan and the other saviors trying to sneak on base, all shots would be fired.

It took a long time before warming up to Rick and the others, over the years they started to trust you. Allow you to make runs while being supervised. You would write to Negan with every chance you got, trying not to get caught. Telling him how much supplies Alexandria had left or were hiding. You told him about the guns they were hiding aswell.

Deep down in your gut you felt like this was wrong. On one end, you didn't want to betray Negan because he was the one that saved you before meeting Daryl. Negan fed you and took care of you, all you had to do was keep watch and make sure no one was double-crossing Negan, seemed easy enough. On the other hand, with each hunting lesson and run you did with Daryl, you felt yourself growing closer to him each time.

You didn't want to choose between the saviors or the people of Alexandria but Negan had told you that there would have to be a decision made down the road. Part of you just wanted Rick and Negan to get along and make peace but there wasn't a high possibility of that ever happening.

On one of your runs, you and Daryl stumbled upon some rope and left-over liqour, as the two of you had packed up your bags, the light-bulb went off in your head, putting two and two together. Although you and Daryl don't talk about that night often, it was definitely something special the two of you had shared in the past. Once sobering up, you cuddled half the day away.

Negan could tell you were struggling with the walker, a grimace mixed with his signature grin sprawled across his face while watching you. You couldn't tell if he actually got a kick out of seeing you struggle like this. Your knife had fallen out of the pouch and Negan had stolen your arrows before all this happened. You could have reached for the arrow to stab the walker in the head. "I'm going to fucking kill you when this is-ouch!" A loud scream parted your lips as you felt the walker tearing into your flesh.

Fear took over as you crawled away from the rotten creature, tears rolling down your face. Negan luckily caught on, he walked over and bashed it's head in before the walker could have done more damage then was already done.

"Now, what was that you were saying 'bout killing me? Little ol' you is gonna kill me with a crossbow? Knew I had a reason for stealing them." Once again, Negan swung Lucille around while speaking with you, the man standing before you struck fear into whatever was left of your soul.

Rolling your eyes at Negan, you had little time or effort in putting up with his shit. "Just shut up and give me your shirt."

"Knew one of these days you would wanna see me shirtless, sweet face." A groan escaped from your lips, hearing the nickname Negan gave you. Negan tore the cloth on his shirt, throwing it in your direction.

Bleeding out, you swiftly wrapped the cloth around your wound, tying it tightly. "Fucking hell, Negan. Stealing my arrows? Are you really that fuckin' low?" Seething in anger, you stumbled up off the ground, holding your wound, eventually you heard the engine of Daryl's motorcycle in the distance.

"Go, now. Before my cover is blown and Daryl sees you." You pushed Negan away but the little force didn't even make him move an inch. "Oh, and also I hate you so much."

"I hate you too." Negan embraced you, pulling you in for one long and passionate kiss. It felt much needed, being away from him this long proved to be difficult. Sure, Negan would leave you for dead but something small inside of you cared for this man.

*currently that day*

"Negan could have saved me like he did with the others. He watched the walker bite me and just stood there, D. I get that he is a monster but one would think that even Negan cared about my well-being."

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63 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

#2

Gold, Baby, Solid Gold.

Summary : Sully could never take the hint about you having feelings for him so one night in your shared hotel room, you decide to wear a golden dress in attempts to get his attention.

Pairing : unchartedfilm!sully x f!reader

Warnings : swearing, pet names (princess/babygirl), oral (f recieving), face riding, fingering, cum talk, french kissing

Word Count : 1,589 words

A/N : This is Uncharted film based after the main events of the film happened. Alludes to a few spoilers, I had a really fun time writing this because I've literally watched the film 100 times already and Uncharted 4 is basically all I play now. Enjoy! Likes/Reblogs are appreciated! No stealing my work!

Going with Sully on adventures had definitely been different than going on them with Nathan. You viewed Nathan as a brother figure even though he already has one. Sully never seemed to get it through his thick skull that you actually developed feelings for him. Being around Sully caused your heart to skip beats and butterflies would flutter around in your stomach.

Sully’s a cockroach when it comes to gold.

Braddock's voice rung through your ears even hours later. You were grateful for Sully saving Nate instead of grabbing his satchel of gold. You always viewed Sully as the 'save himself only' type of guy so his actions today caught you by surprise. The sun went down and Sully would be back toward the hotel soon.

Nate knew how you felt about Sully so he decided to head back early while you and Sully stayed the night at the hotel. Quite ironically, he was busy picking up some Papa John's for a late night snack. You had warned him not to go back after smashing the glass toward the location earlier. When did Sully actually ever listen to you though? He never seemed to get the hint of you having feelings for him.

The cat meowed at the edge of the bed wanting attention. You pet his cat before standing up and opening your bag up. Holding up the golden dress that glimmered along with the lighting, a smile spread along your lips. You were saving the outfit for an undercover mission but you didn't know when you would be alone with Sully again and him actually being in a good mood for once.

Entering the washroom, you pinned your hair up while slipping your clothing off and the golden dress put on afterwards fit your figure perfectly and admired it aswell.

I’m literally in a Papa John’s right now.

You practically screeched when hearing Sully speak through the phone. "Did you uh- butt dial me again? What did Nate say about keeping so many apps open?" You questioned Sully with a chuckle.

Sully proceeded to order the pizza for you two before hearing your voice. "I'll be there in ten." Sully informed, you didn't know who seemed to talk more, you or him.

"You don't need Tinder around tonight..." Mumbling up against the speaker while your cheeks tinted red. "What was that?" He questioned while picking up the pizza and entering his car. "Uh, nothing-" You hung up the phone before giving Sully the chance to answer.

While waiting for his return, you pulled out your makeup pouch and applied some red lipstick along with other makeup that complimented your skin tone.

If we find the gold, we find him too.

You waited patiently at the doorway for Sully to arrive. Pairing your golden dress along with some black combat boots. Heels would be the obvious choice but you were aiming for comfort tonight. Hearing the door knob turn, you jumped up in excitement and ran toward the bed, trying your best to look sexy.

Sully held the pizza in his hands with his phone sitting on top of the box, he nearly dropped both on the floor when seeing you all dressed up just to impress him in hopes that he would now take the hint.

"Wow, Y/N. You look stunning." His eyes wandered along your body briefly, "Really been paying attention to how much I love gold, huh?" You nodded, the smile creeping across your lips again.

"Hey, listen... Sully, I need to tell you something." You sat up on the bed and looked him in the eyes. "Maybe it will be easier to hear when sitting down." You added.

Sully listened and sat down at the edge of the bed beside you. "What is it, Y/N? Did someone steal my stuff again? Wouldn't be the first time." You shook your head at him, "No, silly."

"I... well wanted to tell you that I have had feelings for you quite a long time now. Well... just a few months but-" You were finding it hard to form sentences, actually confessing this to Sully instead of infront of your mirror while alone was different. He was actually here and listening to you, being respectful. What if he doesn't like you? The thoughts starting to make your head spin while sweat started to form on your palms. Great.

"I really really like you, Sully." You eventually got out as his hazel eyes met with yours. He placed his hand on yours, rubbing his thumb up against it before responding. "I really really like you aswell, Y/N. For a long time now but I was nervous because of my reputation with women in the past. I didn't want to ruin something before we even started it, but yes I do have feelings for you."

Sully telling you this felt like a breath of fresh air, he felt the same way toward you. Getting caught up in the moment, you placed your arms on his shoulders while he positioned his arms on your hips and waist.

"Mm, dressed up in gold all for me? I love it, babygirl." Sully teasingly whispered in your ear before placing his lips against yours.

The kiss deepened as you parted your lips for him to enter his tongue in your mouth. The two of you battled for dominance while kissing, twirling your tongues around with one another. A moan escaped your lips at the sudden thought of him using his tongue on you in other ways.

Sully took his lips off yours and took a deep breath. "I must be fantastic at kissing if I already have you moaning." He teased with a wink.

Rolling your eyes at him with a chuckle, you glanced at his lips before looking at all of his other features. "No clue what you're talking about. The pizza is gonna get cold if we wait any longer."

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64 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Time Flies, Drunk Ties || TWD Drabble

Summary : A normal supply run with Daryl turns into something much more.

Pairing : Fem Reader x Daryl Dixon

Warnings : talk of killing/blood, weapons, drinking, alcohol, unprotected sex, self pleasure, anal, rope play

A/N : This is what happened when the reader/Daryl got drunk together one night. I hope everyone enjoys this. Likes/Reblogs are appreciated. <3 Might be the last thing I write for awhile, my anxiety is bad. Editing requests are open though. Feel free to dm/send in an ask! <3 No stealing my work either! I'm aware that this isn't the best writing ever. There is no exact set timeline for this but roughly based around season 6-7 before Love Bites Back || TWD Drabble.

This morning you were supposed to meet up with Negan but Daryl had insisted on you joining with him on a run for supplies. You didn't really see the point in doing supply runs anymore but it kept Negan happy and he didn't kill as many people when you were around him. Who were you kidding... Negan killed your friends in cold blood directly infront of you.

Packing up the last bit of things before heading out of Alexandria for the day, you grabbed some bottled water, canned goods, and your lucky knives. One could never go wrong with bringing knives. Sure, you had one pistol full on ammo with the crossbow over your shoulder aswell.

Daryl often commented about how long you took when having to leave and actually do something. He waited for you on his motorcycle while you hugged your friends goodbye. With walkers roaming around nearly ever corner along with other dangers, you never knew what goodbye would be your very last.

"Goodbye Rick, I think I'm gonna miss you the most." You grinned up at him gently before setting your hand in his hair and messing with it. His cheeks crinkled up while beginning to smile as he shook his head at you.

"Guess this is payback for messing up your hair that one time." Rick teased, you rolled your eyes up at the man before saying goodbye to Carol.

"I think Pookie over there is starting to catch butterflies in his stomach for you." Glancing back toward the gate, you saw Daryl on his motorcycle while catching a look at you every once in awhile. Both him and Negan caused butterflies in your own stomach, all for different reasons.

"N-no-" Stuttering, you shook your head while staring down at your combat boots. "Daryl doesn't like me that way, does he?" Cheeks growing warm at the thought of Daryl sharing the same feelings as you.

Carol shrugged, "Maybe he does. If you have to ask the question, then the answer is probably yes. Now get goin' before he decides to leave you behind." All jokes aside, you knew that Daryl would never do that.

Making your way toward Daryl, a smile spread along your lips while throwing one leg over his motorcycle along with the other. "Let's get going, slow-poke."

"Mhm, I'm the one that is slow." Daryl responded, two members of Alexandria opened up the gate as you and Daryl went through.

*a few hours later*

"Where are we heading?" Questioning him as you looked around only to see walkers surrounding both sides of the dirt road.

"Straight. Saw an old shack a couple of miles ahead, we'll be safe there for tonight."

Along the way, you and Daryl found food for the others at home and some more water. The most interesting thing the two of you found though was some rope and liqour.

The whole ride seemed rather quiet and long. You were hoping to get more out of today. Sighing loud as you hopped off his motorcycle and went into the shack, Daryl followed close behind you.

"What's wrong now?" Daryl questioned as he raised an eyebrow up at you while resting his back up against some wood.

"Nothing, D... Just- I've been sexually frustrated ever since waking up this morning. Getting off is hard when the only moans you hear are those of the walkers." With a huff, you threw your bag on the ground which caused the beer bottles to roll out along with some rope the two of you found earlier that day.

Daryl glanced up and down at you, trying to make out if you were joking around this time or not. He never grew close to anyone, the only reason he stops by Alexandria is to make sure you are safe and well taken care of.

"Hmm," Daryl hummed as your eyes met with his, "Guess we will have to fix this problem of yours then." Just hearing his southern-accent was enough to make your panties wet.

Things started to become more handsy after downing two beers each. Straddling his clothed thigh, you needed even more friction. "Daryl, please. I want your big D..."

Daryl shook his head, wanting to see how long the whining and begging would be able to go on for but what he didn't know about you was the fact you enjoyed being bratty and getting your way.

Smirk growing across your lips, you rid yourself from the jeans and t-shirt.

"What are ya' gonna do if I touch myself, D? Hmm?" You taunted all while slipping your hand down your panties, beginning to pleasure yourself.

Moments later, the buldge grew even larger in his pants. "Fuck, I've had enough of this." With swift moments, Daryl lifted you up and pinned you against the wall.

"I knew that you were slow."

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67 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

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[textsfromislanublar]

Owen: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

Owen: So, don’t eat pears and don’t talk to the cat that lives down the street. You can’t trust him.

Maisie: I mean, I’ll try, but if he talks to me first, I’m not gonna be rude.

[atrxides]

Ellie Sattler & Alan Grant // Jurassic World Dominion [2022]

[dearinglovebot]

the novelization of dominion has so many details that they cut from the final script and it makes me so mad because they manage to give a ton of extra weight to their storyline

maisie spends a lot of her days tending to their off the grid house. also… do they have goats????

this implies they’re not really using wifi for things like netflix. instead, they’re buying DVDs/VHS tapes and watching TV the old fashioned way.

maisie knows how to cook!

this confirms that they KNOW blue lives in the woods near them. they haven’t just suddenly found out about her at the start of the movie. the only thing they didn’t know about was beta’s existence

maisie was calling them mom and dad until very recently within the timeline. this gives the impression that maisie has only been acting like this for a few months now. before that, they all had a strong relationship

maisie seems to have willingly went with her kidnappers because she was under the impression that they were government officials with some kind of legal jurisdiction she had to comply with.

there’s an entirely new moment added where maisie threatens to run after realizing these are just poachers. she does NOT want to be here at all and is very aware of how much danger she’s in. it’s in this moment that she first starts plotting her escape

initially, claire is the one in the passenger seat and owen is in the back seat. it’s an active choice made by owen to give her the only parachute.

in that scene where they release beta, they’re not weirdly 3 feet away from each other and are actually touching

and there’s a ton of other little quips too that don’t add anything but I strongly believe should��ve been kept in too. i imagine most of this was purely cut for time to which I say… you should’ve just split it in half. it would’ve been a much much better received film if you SPLIT IT IN HALF

[freakrenaissance]

The perfect little family, just dealing with genetic manipulation disasters, corporate espionage & their dinosaur ptsd 😌 I just adore these 3!

Such a Simple Thing

Hiiiiii! I saw the movie last night and I’m officially taking prompts BUT here’s a quick post-movie one shot. Spoilers for JWFK. The title is from the Ray Lamontagne song, and yeah, I don’t know, you guys. I have so many thoughts and feelings and just Claire’s the very best, am I right?

Claire is beyond exhausted. It’s been a very long day, and the only sleep she’s had in over 48 hours was that little bit that she got sleeping against Owen in the truck. She’s starting to sway on her feet, and she feels Owen’s hand dart out to steady her, and she gives him a tired, grateful smile.

They’ve answered all the questions they can for the police. (And they told mostly the truth. When they asked how the animals had gotten out, all five of them had answered with practiced, innocent voices, “no idea.”) There had been a moment where they had all thought about hightailing it out of there before any officials could arrive, but it had been Claire who had shaken her head. “We don’t want Wu to get away with this. We don’t want any of them to get away with this. They need to know all of the facts.” What concerned her most were not the animals now roaming around the Northern California wilderness, but more the animals that had been carted away before they had stopped it. She shuddered to think about the global consequences of that. “Listen, we’ve told you everything we possibly could,” Owen’s voice is firm. Claire can feel Maisie leaning up against her, and she drops a hand into the little girl’s hair. “We’re done now. Claire needs to see a doctor, and we all need to get some sleep.” Claire opens her mouth to argue, but closes it again. She can feel blood leaking down her pant leg from where the Indoraptor had gotten her, and though the pain had dulled to a constant throb, it was back with renewed vengeance.

Claire allows herself to be lead to where an ambulance is waiting, giving Owen specific directions to take Maisie up to her bedroom to pack a bag or two. The EMT frowns at her leg, and tells her that he thinks she should go to a hospital, but Claire balks. All she wants is a shower and a bed, and to be in a quiet, safe place with Owen and Maisie for a while. Hunker down and forget the world exists for at least twelve to eighteen hours. Owen appears at the ambulance doors as Claire is protesting, a bag slung over his shoulder and Maisie’s hand in his. “She needs to go a hospital to get this stitched up and checked out to make sure there’s no muscle damage,” the EMT tells Owen. Owen glances over at Claire, and she’s so tired that she feels herself start to tear up. “I just want to go home,” Claire mutters. “Ma'am,” the EMT starts up again, and Owen holds up his hand. “Can you call ahead and promise that we can be in and out?” We. Claire hears the word and it fills her up, and she takes a deep breath. We. They’re a we now. Again.

“I can do my best,” the EMT offers, and Owen looks at Claire. It’s her decision. She lets out a long sigh and nods, and the EMT climbs into the front to call ahead and Owen lifts Maisie into the back. She settles down next to Claire, and Owen hops in to sit on the other side of her. He reaches across Maisie to take Claire’s hand.

“That leg looks nasty,” he says. “It’s probably best to get it checked out. Besides,” he gives her hand a squeeze. “We needed a ride anyway.”

They’re in and out fairly quickly– Claire’s leg checked out, stitched up and bandaged, a prescription for painkillers and antibiotics already filled and waiting for her. She’s struggling to stay awake as they bump along back to her apartment in a taxi, Maisie slumped against Owen fast asleep. “We should try to find her, Iris, I mean,” Claire says, breaking the quiet of the car. “Hopefully she made it out before all broke loose.” Maisie had told them about Iris while they waited for the doctor to be seen. Claire and Owen had questions that hopefully Iris could answer. Did Maisie have a birth certificate? Any other family? Claire wanted everything done officially and correctly so that no one could come sweeping in and take Maisie from them. “We can go back to the house and do some digging. Maybe Lockwood also kept papers,” Owen replies, reaching over and running his hand down her cheek. “We’re in way over our head, aren’t we?” Claire laughs a little, nodding. “Oh God, yes,” she answers. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice soft. “For listening when you told me to go.” “I’m sorry,” she echoes. “For telling you to go.” He leans over carefully over the sleeping little girl to brush a kiss to her lips and the car falls quiet again until they pull up outside of her building. Claire shifts Maisie’s weight to her as Owen climbs out, and then he reaches back in to pick up Maisie, trying to not wake her. She stirs slightly and Owen runs a gentle hand down her back. “We’re home,” he tells her. “Go back to sleep.” Maisie gives a slight nod and burrows her head into Owen’s shoulder. Home. Claire unlocks the door and Owen heads straight back to the guest room to lay Maisie down. He finds Claire still standing in the middle of the living room, her eyes glazed and unfocused. “Let’s go to bed,” he says gently, taking her hand. “I need to shower,” she shakes her head. “You’re dead on your feet,” he argues. “I need to shower,” Claire replies forcefully. She’s covered in dirt, mud, sweat, and blood and God knows what else. Owen acquiesces, following her without asking to the bathroom where she strips out of her clothes and throws them immediately into the trash. Owen sucks in a breath. “You’re beautiful,” he breathes out, and Claire blushes. Even covered in bruises and blood and dirt, she’s still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He kisses her, hard and desperate. “I missed you so fucking much.” And God, Claire had missed him. She hadn’t even realized how much until she saw him again. It had been a year since Owen had packed up and moved out and into his trailer, spending the first few months pining over her, and the rest trying to forget her by throwing himself into building the house (for her, although he wouldn’t have admitted that out loud). “I missed you,” she murmurs into his skin as he dips his head to press a line of kisses to her neck. “You’re stuck with me forever now,” he tells her in a tone that’s half a statement, and half a question. “Guess I am,” she replies giving him one last kiss before stepping under the spray of the shower. She pokes her head back out from around the curtain. “Are you coming in?”

The apartment is quiet when Owen wakes up, his arms full of Claire. She’s still fast asleep, curled up with her face buried in his chest. He runs a lazy hand down her arm and is startled by the sound of the bedroom door creaking open. He relaxes as he hears Maisie’s voice quietly call his and Claire’s names, and he answers softly so not to wake up Claire. “You okay?” He asks when Maisie appears at the foot of Claire’s bed. She gives a tentative nod and then opens her mouth to say something and then shuts it again. Owen raises an eyebrow. “Want to stay the rest of the night in here?” And she nods again. “Come on over, sweetheart,” Claire’s voice surprises him, husky and warm with sleep. He had thought that she was dead to the world, so deeply asleep that nothing would wake her. But she’s awake, giving Maisie a wide smile and throwing open the covers as an invitation. Maisie scurries over, hopping into the bed next to Claire. Claire immediately tugs the little girl to her, and Owen tugs Claire to him, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade. “This is our life now,” he whispers into her ear, and he can practically feel her smile and the small nod of her head. Everything was a disaster. There were dinosaurs on the loose in California and God knows where else. There was going to be media attention, just like the last time, hounding Claire, blaming Claire. It was going to be awful for a while. But for the moment, in that quiet apartment, in that warm bed, nothing existed but the three of them.

He’d worry about it all in the morning.

[jurassictv]

“Aren’t you and Owen still like, a weird thing?” “It’s not that weird.”

*proceeds to be domestic*