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slxthxrxn-sxmp · 2 years

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jurassic park headcanon request where they've been pining for a while and finally ask them out!

Ummm… ABSOLUTELY!

i hope this is what you imagined anon lol

Warnings: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE GIFS, Explicit language i guess, oblivious peoples lol,, kissing, in Kayla’s portion there’s a dude being a jerk so beware of that, alcohol consumption, not beta read or edited

Tags: @druigswh0ree

❖ Alan Grant

- Let’s just say the both of you were completely clueless of the feelings being harbored but everyone you guys encountered automatically picked up on it - He can’t quite remember when he had developed feelings. It was a subtle thing that crept in slowly and then snuck up on him like a robber in the night (needless to say he was not the first to have feelings in the relationship) - You on the other hand remember the moment you had feelings and it was not subtle it was a brick to your face. He had been at a convention for his book, talking to all sorts of people, and yet he always kept an eye on you making sure to glance up from what he was doing to find you. When the day was done he drove you home opening and closing your door for you - Alan subconsciously noticed the change in your demeanor but thought it didn’t have to do with him. Anytime he tried asking about it you have him a short answer and changed the topic - Something he didn’t even think about is the way he is always besides you practically attached at the hip and this just absolutely made you fall even harder for him - Then you just had to follow him to that god forsaken island (a/n you can choose which movie first, third, or even the latest one)he loved the way you had that survivors instinct. Now you were always and forever amazing in his eyes but seeing this other part of you that was totally badass, taking charge he knew he was in for the ride of his life - And yet he didn’t confess to you during a life or death situation like those movies, hell he didn’t even confess on the island. No he decided that a helicopter ride back to the mainland was the perfect time, I mean you can’t run away right - “So I uhh think drinks are an order, you and me?” It was whispered his confidence a little rocky after everything that happened - “You and me ?” You whispered back wind sucked out of your lungs - He out right smiled and brought you close to his side, resting his head on top of yours, “You and me.” - Yeahhh lets just say it took him YEARS literal years

❖ Ellie Sattler

- She fell first but just thought you deserved a life free of the limits of a relationship despite her being aware of your feelings, you were being very obvious - little touches no matter where you are (unless you are uncomfortable with it) she rests a hand on your back, between your shoulder blades, you shoulder, you elbow. She likes to show you she is physically and mentally there for you - her favorite past time with you is going museum hopping loving to travel through time and around the world with you - will willingly let you rant or vent to her as long as she can do the same thing - you will have to enable her behavior of taking down crazy ceos - Even while you guys were “just friends” she loves to cuddle especially if you guys are pulling all nighters - Both of you go to protests for climate change and anything else and y’all can’t change my mind - but it’s not on one of your chaotic days that you both confess it’s actually on a lazy day of watching true crime and she asks you to be her plus one to her cousins wedding - you kiss her on a whim which leads to a more intense cuddle session and her whispering how long she’s been waiting to do that

❖ Ian Malcolm

- I’d say you both fell at the same time - At first the flirting between you two was just games and for fun((( well it was for him because at first you would just shake your head and blush or shooting him down but soon you gained confidence and started flirting right back with him which stumped him - This man is gobsmacked but recovers quickly - He likes to place his hand on the small of your back that small intimacy drives the both of you crazy - Of course the two of you are way too stubborn to confess both wanting the other to say something first - You always find yourself floating back to him physical in social settings - Long phone calls in which he will talk and talk and eventually it’s a silent call where you guys are just indulging in the presence of one another - Expect him to bring you coffee, tea, or any other drink ever few days just cause - You give him little Knick knacks and such or books that you enjoyed that is the best way to his heart - He’d be the first one to break, asking you to a cheesy karaoke bar - The two of get so drunk and song as many outrageous songs together <333

❖ Claire Dearing

-(This girl gave me so much trouble ) - she is a businesswoman who doesn’t understand why society makes her feel like she can’t have a good job AND a nice relationship so as the person she is she goes out of her way to find a good partner who can fit with her lifestyle - so her friends take her out for a girls night which then leads to seeing some high school friends that’s where you come in - Claire had a crush on you all of high school never brave enough to talk to you just admiring from the distance - Now it’s still the same, she can face billionaires and dinosaurs but not a stunning person - It’s up to you to go say hi to her in the line for the club - turns out you had the fattest crush on her too - the night was full of banter and buying each other drinks - at the end of the with slurred speech you tell each that you need to get to get her soon and talk - days pass before you follow her on social media then send her a text - it’s weeks before you meet up just talking to each other on FaceTime and text - She’ll send you flowers saying that she just thought they were pretty - When the time finally comes she convinces you to come to the island to see the park (you force her to let you pay for plane tickets but she insists that everything else is on her since she couldn’t come to the mainland to you - Cue a beautiful day at the park where you make her see the magic of the park once more

❖ Owen Grady

- After the stuff he’s been through I think it’ll take a while for him to even realize he likes you - between you and me you guys probably met at a rag tag bar and he was probably showing off his dart skills - PLEASE You would definitely show him up so like the gentleman he buys you a round of whatever you want - next thing you know your friends are pulling you away to go to the next bar (little did you know that he had slipped a napkin with his number on it into your pocket - come Monday you get to your new job and guess who’s one of your coworkers? Mr handsome from the bar - after a few awkward days he invites you to a different bar - “Not like as a date date just like a drinking buddy thing.” He told you - but soon he’s checking up on you during work make sure your not working yourself to death - Those drinking buddy dates turned to hikes turned to stargazing and soon enough you were the one who had to get the confidence and ask him what you guys are - his stomach drops and that is the precise moment he realizes ‘oh shit’ he absolutely adores you- “Why don’t we find out ? Let’s go to that that fancy Thai restaurant at 7 I’ll pick you up.” - Expect him to appear at your door at 6:50 with a big bundle of flowers looking the best he can

❖ Zach Mitchell

- This Romeo was in love before he even knew you - He will try to act cool maybe play a little hard to get - of course he will slip up a whole bunch XD - expect study get togethers for college mostly at the library but one particular time you guys go over to his house. Let’s just say his mom absolutely loves you for your manners/helping Zach get more involved in school, his dad finds the dynamic between you and his son adorable almost reminding him of the young love him and his wife used to have, and the most important person Gray at first he’s not quite sure but when you actually listen to him ramble about Dinos he decides that you are the perfect one for Zach - now we all know that our guy Zach when not in a relationship can get distracted easily by…. Others but this surprising rapidly changes for him after getting close to you - After meeting his family that’s when you fell for him, watching how he’s interacted with his brother and played around with his dad and even helping his mom with dinner preparations -You knew he was a player to say the least so you tried to push feelings aside even distancing yourself from him - But Zach wasn’t really having any of it texting you good morning and good night everyday and even making sure to hand you an energy drink or coffee during the shared class of yours so eventually you gave in allowing yourself to be swallowed by the love you felt for the man - in the end it’s his brother who asks you to a date for Zach plain out calls you one day saying - “The local pizza arcade with Zach 6:30 don’t be late.” - the little weasel was something else because he then called Zach saying something similar and surprisingly you both went arriving at 6:30 sharp - it was the best day of your life

❖ Franklin Webb

- I personally believe that this man is a helpless romantic at heart and I will die on this hill - You care about Dinos and will do anything for them ? In love. - You will talk to him about government conspiracy theories ? In love. - You help him with work or ask him what he wants at a cafe you are heading to during break ? In love. - But he will keep all of this to himself. Attempt to flirt ( unsuccessfully) - He will buy you things and try to play it off as ‘Oh I thought of you when I saw it. It’s really nothing at all. Don’t worry about.’ - After work life is pretty domestic with him borrowing sugar from each other, watching tv shows together, having a makeshift book club with each other. There was always something between you two that was a little more than friends - Hell you guys even had sleepover in either his or your living room. You were always the first one to fall asleep and during those nights he would look at you seeing how peaceful you are in the tv light - Takes you to his home on holidays to see his family because they all love you - These events can go two different way 1. You being absolutely oblivious to his attempts and you both end up slipping into a situationship until one day you introduce him to someone as your boyfriend 2. You grow some balls and ask him on some dates yourself and then eventually ask him to be your boyfriend

❖ Zia Rodriguez

- She will refuse to admit that she kinda likes you almost seeing as a relationship with how the world is as a distraction but she has such a soft spot for you - the two of you look after each other because I feel like you two started out as friends and the two of you have similar work ethics so every once an a while one of you will send a little text to the other - you buy her cute little stickers for her laptop because she liked the look of your sticker covered computer - while she buys you cute stuffed animals that she finds Dino’s in particular but if you have a thing for squishmallows you can bet she’ll try buy everyone she sees (sometimes she gets you duplicates but you know it’s the thought - You two love to watch tv shows together and rant to each other about them this happens every other week - one of these times she falls asleep in the middle of the episode so you pause the tv and glance to her - “god you’re so pretty.” - to your surprise her eyes crack open -“you really think so babe?” Her voice was gravely and tired -“I absolutely do baby.” - and she smiled eyes closing again, you feel asleep too not long after

❖ Kayla Watts

- She falls so goddamn hard - Literally doesn’t even have to talk to you. She sees you once and is in love with your hair your face your body language. When she finally talks to you ? She is head over heels. - Will try her hardest to impress you in anyway Loves just,,… talking to you - For you, it takes you longer but you definitely think it’s cute how she’s acting. After a while she gets comfortable with you and then one day she takes you to the Dino black market (after instructing you to stay by her side the whole time) - Some random person shoved you out of the way while you were looking at one of the cute baby dinosaurs and then said person decide to be an absolute pig - Cue Kayla pummeling this person and then taking you to the bathroom barricading the door and cleaning you up - That’s when you knew. Your heart tugs while in that bathroom and it wasn’t just because of your busted lip - “Kay ?” She was washing her face now in the sink and whipped around to you, drying her face with her sleeve quickly - “No, honey your gonna make that cut worse.” And then she was fussing over you once more bringing a towel to your mouth. Kayla always wished to be this close to you but now in this situation it was like a nightmare. This was all her fault she should never have brought you here - You caught her wrist and looked into her eyes seeking comfort. “Can we just go back to the hotel you please. I just want to watch a movie and rest” - “Yeah yeah I can do that.” Just like that reality came crashing down on her. Her own mind telling her you would never want to see her again after this“ - And will you….. can you….. can you stay with me?” Kayla knows she shouldn’t have but she beamed at your question, chest inflating about five sizes - “Of course I can honey.” Just like that her arm was around you leading you out of the underground market and up to the hotel you two were staying at

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norabrice1701 · 1 year

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Coincidence

Series Main List - Complete

Dr. Alan Grant x Predoctoral Student Fem!Reader

Summary: Everything changes when Dr. Grant returns from… well, wherever he went. And that just can’t be a coincidence.

Set immediately after the events of Jurassic Park (1993).

Warnings: Explicit 18+ NSFW smut (including protected sexual intercourse); older man/younger woman relationship (no underage); mentions of and past Alan Grant/Ellie Sattler; explicit language; panic attacks; dinosaur PTSD; astraphobia; pining and inappropriate crush; Alan Grant’s canon upper-body strength

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 - Pt. I

Chapter 5 - Pt. II

Chapter 6

Series Word Count: 23.9+k

A/N: The spiral continues with this one 🫠 It's taken me a while to figure out what to do for Dr. Grant, but he's always had a special place in my heart. Cheers, y'all! 😊❤🦖

My continued thanks to @sunangelflowers for her undying beta support!

#sam neill #jurassic park #alan grant #alan grant x reader #alan grant x you #classic jurassic park #dr. alan grant #sam neill x you #sam neill x reader

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bonkwosher · 10 months

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

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I-"

You interrupted him, "Of course."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It happened again, last night."

"I'm so sorry, Alan."

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

He wanted to run... to you?

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

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

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

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

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

"I would love that."

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

#alan grant x reader #alan grant #jurrasicpark #jurrasic park #gay #gn reader #lgbt #lgbtq #gender neutral reader #jurrasic park x reader #angst #alan grant angst #alan grant fluff #prompt #prompt list #writing prompt

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ohworm-writes · 1 year

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Thinking about how Dr. Grant is very likely apprehensive to get into relationships, whether they be romantic or platonic or anything of the like, and as such he likes to keep most people at an arm's length. He'll drown himself in his work just to keep himself away from people, spending hours upon hours working to the point of exhaustion because he'd much rather be left to his own devices than interact with anyone.

But, at the very same time, he's so touch starved and craves to be loved in any and every way a person can be loved. How he wants to be able to freely go out for lunch or dinner with a few friends and laugh about anything and everything. How he wants to wind down after a long day with a partner, eating a warm dinner and conversing softly and taking care of one another. How he wants to come up behind a partner a kiss them softly on the shoulder, to sway with them as music plays in the background of whatever setting they're in.

How, all in all, he just wants to form a connection with someone that's irreplaceable. But- it's as though he doesn't feel like he's worthy of such a thing, and so as much as he dreams and desires a strong relationship and connection with someone, he's too scared to do it because, deep down, he knows his distant personality will get in the way and he'll end up pushing said person away. He's scared of so many things, all of which can be refuted, but if anything that scares him more.

He just wants to think he's unlovable. Call it pitiful, if you will, but it's what he genuinely thinks.

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agender-wolfie · 1 year

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

#there’s nothing for this man #a damn crime #jurassic park x reader #gender neutral x reader #alan grant x gn!reader #alan grant x reader #alan grant #fic ideas #gender neutral writing ideas

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fanfic-she-wrote · 2 years

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Imagine Ian Malcolm and Alan Grant both falling in love with you

#who would you pick #alan grant x reader #alan grant #ian malcolm #ian malcom x reader #jurassic park #jurassic world #x reader #reader insert

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chaostheoryy · 2 years

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Good Boy [Alan Grant X M!Reader]

Summary: After weeks of stolen glances and lingering touches, you finally get the chance to find out what it’s like to truly take Alan Grant’s breath away.

Word Count: 1.3K

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Sexual content (including: male-receiving oral sex, dirty talk, fantasies)

A/N: Shoutout to the anon who sent in this request! Hope this is what you were looking for. (Also, no beta. Still should not be a surprise nor should it be something I’m proud of.)

Honestly, you never saw this coming. All the stolen glances and brushing hands never prepared you for it. Hell even when you were out right flirting with him and saw that amused, crooked smile grace his lips, you never actually believed anything would come of it.

And yet, here you are. On your knees between Alan Grant’s open legs.

It’s surreal. Even when you feel his fingers card through your hair and urge you closer, you can’t help but feel like you’re caught in a daydream.

Maybe it is a dream. Maybe you’d spent a little too much time out in the sun burying your nose in the dirt to unearth fragments of long lost animals. It wouldn’t be the first time a paleontologist in Snakewater, Montana suffered from hallucinations. Then again, you’re pretty sure none of the other team members were inflicted with wet dreams about Dr. Grant.

“You know you don’t have to do this,” Alan says, pulling you from the river of your thoughts. “If you’re not comfortable with it, I’m not gonna—“

You place your hands on his thighs in the hopes of reassuring him with gentle touch. “No, that’s not what’s happening, I promise you.”

“Are you sure? You seem…withdrawn.”

“Just got lost in thought, that’s all.”

“About what?”

A huff of laughter escapes your throat. Of course he wants to know every thought that goes through your head.

“About you.”

There’s a new warmth in your cheeks—one fueled by embarrassment rather than pure lust. Why you’re embarrassed, you’re not entirely sure. Could be the age gap. Could be the fact that you’re about to give the world renowned “Dinosaur Man” a blowjob in his tent. Either way, you’re blushing and there’s not much you can do about it.

Like a dog whose curiosity has just been piqued, Alan’s head tilts ever so slightly. His expression doesn’t change much but you can tell he’s dying to hear you share your fantasies.

“What about me?”

“I was thinking about how bad I want you. And about how crazy it is that I’m here right now.” You feel your heart twitch with excitement in your chest. “‘Cause I’ve been wanting nothing more than to get on my knees for you.”

“Well, here you are. What’s next?”

“Whatever you let me do.”

“Really? There’s nothing in particular you want?”

He shifts in place a little, hips angling forward to draw your attention to the obvious tent in his khakis. Your mouth is almost watering just looking at it.

“There is.”

“Tell me.”

“I want to taste you,” you murmur quietly, “I want to drive you crazy and let you fuck my mouth ‘til you cum so I can swallow every last drop.”

“Then why don’t you ask for it?”

In all honesty, you’ve never really expected Alan Grant to be a dominant person. He’s always been incredibly awkward in social interactions, favoring the methodical clicks and clacks of brushes and picks over the sound of other people’s voices. But the way he’s looking at you with hooded eyes as he coaxes you along…It’s impossible not to feel like putty in his hands.

“Will you let me suck your cock? Please?”

He exhales contently—the sound tiptoeing the line between a sigh and a hum. The corner of his mouth curls upward slightly.

“Good boy. Go ahead.”

Far too hungry to draw this out, you unzip his khakis and coax his cock out from beneath his briefs. You lick your lips. While the length of his dick isn’t anything remarkable, the sheer girth of it is sinful. Today may not be the day, but you swear to every deity in the history of mankind that you’re going to ride that thing until you scream.

With one hand wrapped around him at the base, you lean forward and press your lips to the tip in a reverent kiss before you lap at the sensitive flesh where the head meets shaft. As soon as your tongue makes contact, a quiet groan rumbles in Alan’s throat. Weeks upon weeks of senseless flirting and hungry glances have undoubtedly made him desperate.

Before he even has time to gather himself, you wrap your lips around his thick cock and glide down until you feel your thumb pressed against your chin. He’s hot and heavy on your tongue and, God, do you feel like a madman with how eager you are to have his dick in your mouth.

You start to bob your head. Instantly, his fingers are tightening their grip on your hair but he doesn’t buck or squirm. Patience seems to be on his side, even when you tighten your grip at the base and moan hungrily as a line of pre-cum smears against the roof of your mouth.

“That’s good,” he hums, “Just like that.”

His voice acts like a match being tossed into the gasoline puddle of your desire. Just hearing him praise you like that is enough to make you feral.

Hollowing your cheeks, you quicken the pace and suck as if your life depends on it. You feel like a sinner. You feel like you should be ashamed for your lust.

But you’re not.

There’s a rush in this; a shot of adrenaline jabbed right into your heart. It almost feels like a challenge. How soon can you make him cum? What will it taste like when he does? And what delicious noise will make its way from his lips as he reaches the peak of pleasure?

Alan tugs gently on your hair, drawing a low, pathetic whimper from your own chest. The sound must tickle the right part of his brain because his dick twitches in your mouth and his hamstrings have tightened with the intention to spread his knees wider.

And spread them he does. The new positioning of his feet gives him more leverage to push his hips skyward and drive himself deep into your throat. It’s just what you’ve been wanting.

“Oh God, yeah…Keep going. That’s it…”

His voice is so breathy it’s almost reverent. But with that animalistic darkness in his eyes and his cock shamelessly fucking your mouth, this is as far from holy as can be. It’s nature’s most beautiful violence.

Within moments, his bucking grows harder and more erratic. The hairs in his grasp are pulled tighter. Words are lost to the incoherence of whimpers and moans. He’s losing control. A few more bobs of the head and the taste you’ve been craving will finally be yours.

“You’re going to be a good boy and swallow, aren’t you?”

The question is so lewd it makes you whine. With his cock still wedged between your lips, you nod.

He hums in response a closes his eyes for the final thrusts. The sound he makes when he does cum shoots a spark of electricity straight to your groin. It’s an obscene mix of a groan, a sigh, and a whimper—something so guttural that he’s practically choking on his own vocal cords.

You bob your head right on through his orgasm, sucking every last bit of cum from his cock like a desert wanderer finding water for the first time in days. There’s no choking. No gagging. Just the pure satisfaction of following through on a filthy promise.

Alan’s cock slips from your mouth with an obscene pop. The sight of your lips all swollen and red draws his hand to your chin. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip. You kiss the wandering digit in reverence as you gaze up at him from behind delicate lashes.

“Such a good boy,” he sighs. “You deserve a reward.”

He sits up straight, tucking his cock back into his khakis. Then he gently pats his thigh. Your brow raises. It’s an invitation to climb in his lap and you certainly don’t need to be told twice.

Your knees nearly buckle underneath you as you clamber to your feet. You have no clue what this man intends to do with you and, to be frank, you don’t care. All you can think about is the taste of his cum on the back of your tongue and the pure ecstasy of hearing Alan Grant praise you for your shameless lust.

#Idk why it took me so goddamn long to finish this #It's been in my drafts for ages #But hey it's done now so here y'all go #Enjoy your Alan smut ya goobers #Alan Grant X Reader #Alan Grant X M!Reader #Jurassic Park Imagines #Jurassic Park Reader Insert #Reader Insert #JP

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multi-fandom-imagine · 10 months

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OMG I love the Alan Grant x reader you wrote! Please write more! He looks SO GOOD in the new film! 💕🤤

A/n: Old ask, I’m very sorry but I 1000% agree with you.

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[ caress ] sender soothes a nervous receiver by stroking their hands up and down receiver's arms

He was on his way to another stupid ass island, filled with something he told himself he rather not deal with again. He felt sick to his stomach and right now he would rather be on solid ground.

“Alan?”

Snapping out of his thoughts he turned his attention to you. A frown was on your lips, your brows furrowed in concern. “Are you alright.”

Flexing his hand, he cleared out his throat as he gave you a forced smile. “I’m fine. It’s just nerves you don’t gotta sorry about me alright.” Leaning over he pressed a kiss to the side of your head hearing your sigh.

You weren’t about to press the matter, you’ve been dating Alan for two years. You knew what made him tick, the things that got under his skin. Smiling, you grasped his hand, letting your thumb glide over the back off it. You did your best to sooth him and it seemed to work judging by the man exhaling, his shoulders relaxing as he then gave you a grateful smile.

“Thank you.”

Bringing his hands to your lip you face a smile shake of your head. “Of course.”

#drabbles #drabble #alan grant x reader #alan grant x you #alan grant #jurassic park #jurassic park x reader #jurassic series #Jurassic park x you #jurassic world x reader #jurassic world #jurassic world x you

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iliumheightnights · 10 months

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Alan: "There...there are dinosaurs. You see them? I'm not dreaming right?"

M/n laughs and squats next to Alan, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend: "Yes. Yes, I see them. They're there. You're not crazy. I...wow."

Alan: "This is what we've been studying. We....oh god."

M/n: "I know! We're probably out of a job."

#jurassic park #jp #alan grant #x male!reader #x male reader #male reader #male!reader #x reader #reader imagine #reader imagines

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finnofamerica · 2 years

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What to Expect When You're Expecting - Dr. Alan Grant x Reader || Fluff

Summary: You tell Alan that you're expecting a baby, shortly after the deadly events of Jurassic Park 1993 take place.

Word Count: 811

Date Posted: 08.25.2022

TW: Mentions of nausea and sickness, pregnancy, and first aid to wounds.

Note: This is pretty short, it's also my first time writing for Jurassic Park. Admittedly I do tend to struggle when following the direct plot of a movie or show. If this does not meet your expectations, I truly apologize and would love another request if you'll take a chance on me 💚

|| Masterlist || Request Here || Fandoms/ Characters || Req by Anon

The island was beautiful when you arrived, though the landing was a bit rough. You gripped Alan’s hand through the turbulence. You’d been nauseous all week, and the rocking of the helicopter was certainly not helping.

You were a paleobotanist team with your sister, working with the highly respected Alan Grant. That’s how you met, though you were on boarded late. Turns out that it does well to finish college first. You were easily 8 years younger than Dr. Grant, but that didn’t stop him from falling for your energy and passion anyway. In fact your presumed innocence was one of the things that drew him to you, all the things about the world that you could learn from him. Three years together and you were affianced. Grant’s proposal was simple, and he had your engagement ring carved out of bone.

You wondered slightly how you’d ended up here, on dinosaur island - Jurassic Park as John Hammond called it. It was an opportunity you couldn’t pass up, and you doubted Alan would go with out you.

“You okay, Y/n?” Alan asked you as he helped you from the helicopter.

“Yeah, just a little motion sick, I’ll be okay.” You affirmed, though you knew the truth. You’d been sick every morning for the past week, and the test you took while Alan and Ellie were talking to Hammond proved what you’d already suspected. You were pregnant with Alan’s baby. Alan gave you a suspect look, but let you be.

When you came across the sick triceratops, just like Ellie, you couldn’t resist your investigation. Wanting to stay behind and figure out the source of the sickness.

“Wait, Alan,” You tugged on his shirt, pulling him aside, “Before you continue with the tour. I’m -“

You took a deep breath.

“What is it?” Alan caressed your cheek.

“I’m pregnant.” You blurted. You weren’t sure how Alan was going to take it, as far as you know he never wanted kids. His face was expressionless.

“That is unexpected,” He nodded, “Okay. Stay with Ellie. We’ll talk more when I get back okay?”

You took a deep breath again, watching him rejoin Dr. Malcolm and the tour group.

“What happened there?” Ellie asked, noticing the shift in your attitude when you joined her.

“It’s nothing, Ellie,” You forced a smile, “Just not fond of separating is all.”

You were safely back at the compound when the shit hit the fan. A t-rex had escaped its paddock and god knows what else. Immediately you panicked.

“Alan is still out there, Ellie,” You cried, crocodile tears pouring down your face, “I need to go find him, I can’t let my baby grow up without a father.”

“You’re pregnant!” Ellie gasped. “You’re staying here. You first priority is the safety of your baby, stay here.”

You nodded. Though you were never the type to sit around. You were perpetually pacing until your sister came back, empty handed. John was off hit wits worried for his grand children.

“Ian, what happened to my fiancé?” You begged of him.

“He went to save the kids, before I got knocked out. We haven’t found any evidence that he or the children are hurt.” Ian assured as you went about tending to his wounds.

“It’s a good thing I went through those first aid certification courses. You never know what’ll happen in a dig site.” You mused to yourself, trying to take your mind off your worries.

“I’m sure Dr. Grant will be fine.”

You hated waiting, not being able to do much to help aside from tending to wounds. They’d moved the group to an emergency bunker, making you feel more useless to the situation by the minute. When you weren’t tending to Ian you were rubbing your sick belly, or throwing up in the nearest receptacle. You were sick with your baby, sick from the stress you were under, and most importantly sick from the worry about the love of your life and your sister who’d gone off again to save the day.

You cheered to yourself as they managed to get everything back online. Soon enough, you, John Hammond, and Ian were in a jeep heading to rescue the rest of your surviving party to be airlifted the fuck out of dodge. You embraced Alan fully once he joined you in the jeep, sobbing in relief.

“I’d thought I’d lost you, Alan. I thought I’d never get to see you again,” You sobbed holding on to him. He held you equally tightly, soothing your fears.

“I wouldn’t leave you to raise our baby on your own,” He whispered kissing your forehead. You sobbed harder.

“You changed your mind?”

“My dear, my mind was made up the moment you told me,” He rubbed your back, “I was shocked is all and I’ve had my eyes opened to the possibilities.”

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#dr. alan grant x reader #alan grant x reader #jurassic world x reader #jurassic park x reader

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slxthxrxn-sxmp · 2 years

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Ah begging for jurassic park cuddling headcanons !! With whatever characters you'd like :))

OOoh yes I think we could all use some fluff rn

(None of these gifs are mine credit goes to the owners and I do want to say that i just picked gifs that fit the vibe in no way am i trying to exclude anyone from this headcanon)

Warnings: not beta read or edited, mentions of sex, mentions of making out , explicit language

Alan Grant

- Ah our old Dino man I feel like he wouldn’t typically initiate physical touch - Lets get down to business though because he has a very protective nature which gets heightened after the park experience and this means that he prefers to have his back to the door or window so his body is a barrier between you and anything that comes into your shared room - when you do finally get his to cuddle it escalates really quick not in a yall are finna have sex kind of way but in a ever body part will be touching your legs will be tangled together hands are being held and do not be fooled he will tease you about it in the morning when he gets up to get you all morning coffee or tea - Now if you not in the mood for that kind of cuddling he totally understands but he does want to have some connection especially if you are feeling off like a simple hand holding, hand on the waist, forehead resting on the back of your neck or between your shoulder blades -He just wants to make sure you are there and won't disappear and that you know he is there for you

Ellie Sattler

- Cuddles are an everyday thing, not because shes clingy but its just how she shows her affections and that she trusts you - Do not be surprised that she places her hand on the small of your back, on you shoulder or arm (also little butt touches) - She will be big spoon but if shes had one of her nightmares after shes been to the park please hold her turn on the bedroom light maybe try make her some warm tea - While cuddle she also while be going into deep conversations about anything and everything “Whats your favorite plant ?”, ”Do you want kids ?”, ”Do you ever wonder what would happen if you chose a different career ?”

Ian Malcolm

- Ian is fueled by cuddles. some people use caffeine, he uses cuddles and physical attention - I do not make the rules (👀) - Despite this he will devote his attention to you touching your hair, if you have freckles or scars or your face he’ll trace them as if they are constellations - His all time favorite thing is nuzzling his face in your neck like a cat and while he’s doing that do NOT be surprised if he gives you little soft kisses on your shoulder and collarbone - He likes to listen to your heart beat ( before and after the events of the park but if its after the park he likes to ground himself with the steady beat getting the thumping of the T-rex out of his mind)

Claire Dearing

- Claire is a multitasker now if you ask her for undivided attention she will give it to you a tv show running in the background or a podcast playing would be appreciated - At the beginning of y’all’s relationship sue wouldn’t be big on cuddles but once she realizes that this thing you guys have is amazing and needs to be cherished f u c k she will come up behind you when you are doing anything and hug you, slowly rubbing circles on your stomach with her thumbs - Most of the time you will still have to come to her for a good cuddle session but if she picks up on you being stressed or slightly out of the vibe she will drag you to bed or the couch and snuggle into each others embrace - If you try the historical picture with the two females one straddling the other doing the others make up thats it she will be absolutely whipped

Owen Grady

- With this Dino Trainer expect a lot of goofing off as he is not one to be serious all the time in his intimate life - A cuddle session will almost definitely lead to a make out session not everytime but you know most of the time - He will initiate physical touch it is a love language of his and he is not ashamed of it - Lazy self care day alright you guys will be doing face masks in bed (he likes you to put his own for him and will act like he doesn’t even know how yo put it on himself) Lazy self care morning alright lets order some food via grubhub and binge a new tv show

Zach Mitchell

- His a big tough guy he doesn’t like cuddles those are for babys- yeah he likes to lay his head in your lap and beg you to play with his hair - Zach is plagued with nightmares from that hybrid dino his aunt claire made one time it was so bad his parents had to call you over to calm him down - now if he is doing something lets say gaming because he is in fact a gamer boy™ he will swoon so hard if you slide into his lap facing him, wrap your arms around his torso, and put your head in his neck - He is a thigh man no questions asked he will trace shapes on your legs. you got scars ? they are beautiful. cellulite? adorable adds personality. stretch marks ? they look like cool lightening on your legs. so badass.

Franklin Webb

- This man is always stressed and the quickest way to his heart is a quiet night in laying in bed - Typically he likes to hold you in any sense its a security thing but after a particular rough day at his work he will flop into bed and ask in a tired voice for some cuddles and this means he wants to be held because other wise it feels like he may fall apart -One time you decided to read to him while he was on top of you with his head on your chest and now it is his favorite thing on earth - On special days such as birthdays or anniversaries he’ll sneak out get your favorite breakfast then make it all fancy and serve it to you “Bon appétit, my sunshine.”

Zia Rodriguez

- Lets get this straight (hehe) she likes being cuddled aka shes the small spoon - She is a titty person she just likes them. Man titties, small titties, big titties, perky titties, average titties, top surgery titties, lopsided titties, and even boob job titties. They are Gods human pillows are she will take advantage of the opportunity if you give her the all clear to lay on your chest because it is simply her safe space - If by some miracle she hasn't fallen asleep on your warm embrace then she will kinda be like Ellie and talk about everything especially the beloved dinos - Please kiss her on the top of the head and tell her you love her and you are proud of her she has to hear so much shit about her job that it would be very appreciated to hear some positives

Kayla Watts

- She likes to act tough but she will melt into a hug or any attention you really give her - she does not care for what position. will be both big spoon and little spoon depending on the day. her all time favorite thing though is when you lay on her stomach with your body between her legs - Listen her job is anything but savory and she feels absolutely blessed to have you in her corner willing and able to comfort her - Often times cuddling happens after cleaning up some of her nicks and scratches or when she comes back from a job - She is the supreme partner because she is a stomach lady and if you got love handles… all the better for when you both cuddle

#alan grant x reader #kayla watts x reader #zia rodriguez x reader #franklin webb x reader #zach mitchell x reader #owen grady x reader #claire dearing x reader #ian malcolm x reader #ellie sattler x reader #jurassic park x reader #jurassic world x reader #jurassic park headcanon #jurassic world headcanon #requested

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Coincidence - Ch. 5, Pt. II

Dr. Alan Grant x Predoctoral Student Fem!Reader

Series Main List

Ch. 5 Warnings: Explicit 18+ NSFW smut (including protected sexual intercourse); older man/younger woman relationship (no underage); explicit language; dinosaur PTSD; pining and inappropriate crush; Alan Grant’s canon upper-body strength

It doesn’t take long to exit the car and duck under the small awning on the backside of the house. The door opens and warm light floods the space to reveal a functional, tidy kitchen. At quick glance, you can’t tell if its neat state is because he seldom uses it or he’s just clean with his habits - but having seen his office, you suspect the former. He toes out of his shoes and drops his briefcase beside them before padding down the small hallway, turning on more lights as he goes. You follow suit with your wet shoes and set your purse down before following him.

The house glows with golden light that bounces off warm wood paneling and shelves, leather couches and plaid armchairs. Piles of books rest here and there, intermixed with other curios of exploration - a globe on a spindle, binoculars and a leather case, magnifying glasses and various fossil specimens. It’s obviously a bachelor’s home, but it’s far from slovenly - more just… comfortably lived in. The thought brings a warm smile to your face as you silently follow him past the main living room and into a large, adjacent room.

A tall and wide bookshelf dominates this room, lined with more books, spotted with artwork, and… are those vinyl records? You can’t help but step closer, squinting to better examine the narrow spines, and your smile widens. You’re not sure if you would have considered him to be a music fan, but there’s quite a surprising collection here. Glass clinks across the room, and you glance over your shoulder to see him standing at a bar cabinet opposite the worn, plaid couch and leather armchair.

Brown liquid sloshes against a glass as he pours and meets your gaze. “What’s your poison?”

“How about… whiskey?” It’s not your favorite, but it’s popular at the dig sites and you’ve acquired a taste for it.

A smirk of approval flashes across his face before he tips the already open bottle over a second highball, and more liquid pours out. With both glasses in hand, he skirts around the couch to hand you one.

With another heavy sigh, he holds his glass out. “Well, I guess… here’s to your next adventure.”

“Thanks.” You sound sadder than you would like as your glass meets his with a gentle clink. The whiskey is surprisingly smooth as it slides down your throat, warming you from within. He motions towards the armchair before he drops to sit on the couch, taking another long pull of his drink.

The chair’s springs feel a little worn, and you think it matches the style of the leather sofa in the living room - and the sudden thought that he bought two living room furniture sets and mixed them together makes you smirk against the rim of your glass. Swallowing another mouthful of whiskey, you glance back at the bookshelf. “I wouldn’t have guessed that you were a big music fan.”

His gaze follows yours to the bookshelf, huffing an amused sigh. “I don’t think I am, really. I inherited most of that collection from the couple that used to live here.” He taps a finger against his glass. “They were an elderly couple, downsizing… and they asked if I had any interest in it. Truthfully, I’ve barely listened to any of it, but it was less furniture to have to buy.”

You nod in consideration. “I suppose that does make sense.” Your gaze continues to sweep the room, and it looks like his office away from campus - or more like a study, perhaps. A desk rests behind the couch, flanking the bar cabinet, and the plaid couch looks comfortably broken-in as if it’s hosted him for many long nights of intellectual pursuits. Another silence falls, and maybe it should be awkward, but somehow… it’s not. Somehow, it’s enough just to sit with him now.

“Thank you.” He says at length, drawing your attention to his small, appreciative smile. “For what you did back there and not… not making a big deal about it. Or… asking any questions.”

“Of course.” You easily reply. “You… you didn’t make a big deal about it, either. Or ask any questions that day… of the storm.”

If possible, he looks even more world-weary as he takes another sip of whiskey. “I just didn’t want to see you get hurt. With the amount of damage done to the main tent canvas during that storm, you would have been hurt had you stayed, and that would have been on me.”

“No, it wouldn’t,” you counter genty. “I signed all the legal waivers to be there. If I hurt myself because of a fucking panic attack, then that would have been no one’s fault but mine for not… well, for not admitting that I was a safety hazard to the excavation.”

“You’re not a safety hazard.” He shakes his head dismissively. “Not anymore than I am because I…” His words trail off with a sigh before bowing his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Honestly, I don’t know what I am…”

You wet your top lip before taking another sip of the heady liquor. “Well, who says that you have to be anything more than just yourself?”

He goes still against the couch for a long moment before raising his head. His gaze finds yours as his brow furrows in deep contemplation. You can’t tell what he’s thinking behind those mesmerizing, slate-blue eyes of his, but you don't dare shy away from his gaze. In fact, you want to commit everything about it to memory as your heart starts racing.

His eyes narrow with a familiar sharp, shrewd edge. “You know… out of all your peers, you’re the only one who hasn’t once asked me about it.” He tilts his head in further interest. “I know it’s not for your lack of curiosity - you’re far too bright for that - so, that must mean it was a deliberate choice on your part….” The corner of his mouth lifts with a knowing edge. “You’ve chosen not to ask me about the articles, the rumors, or about the island, about… any of it.”

Your mouth goes dry and you resist the sudden urge to fidget against the chair. “Because it’s none of my business. It never has been.” Your fingers tighten against the highball. “Ever since the dig was canceled - ever since you told us not to give any statements to the media - you’ve known more than what you’ve been saying, but if you’re not saying it, then there must be a good reason why. And asking you just seemed… disrespectful.”

His shoulders sag under some invisible weight and he exhales another deep sigh before lifting his glass and draining it. His tongue darts out to catch a stray drop on his bottom lip as his eyes turn distant. “It’s worse at night,” he whispers solemnly. “The moving shadows, the flashing lights… yes, the T-Rex shook the ground when she walked, but she was adept at hiding it during the hunt. But the raptors…” his words trail off with a trembling sigh. “Both stunning - fascinating in their intelligence - and utterly… terrifying.”

You forget how to breathe, shocked by the gravity of his words.

He purses his lips, fingers clenching around the empty glass as if regretting its empty state. “There was one moment… the two raptors had us flanked, had the advantage… and there was nothing….” He shakes his head with a trembling breath and horrific memory. “Absolute death stared me in the face and all I could do was stare helplessly back…”

You wait on baited breath, speechless and dumbfounded.

He gives another helpless shake of his head. “And, then when it didn’t come… and you find yourself back in the normal world - buying groceries, doing laundry, making small talk with the neighbors - but you’re still shell shocked by it, by all of it, by suddenly… coming face-to-face with creatures that have been extinct for 65 million years, that I’ve devoted my life to study-” His voice chokes up, suddenly pushing to his feet and avoiding your gaze as he returns to the bar cabinet.

His sudden motion stirs you to action, and you swallow the rest of your whiskey before rising and joining him at the cabinet. He pours another measure for himself, and you hold your glass out for a second round. Your eyes linger on his profile all the while, wanting so desperately to reach out and touch him - to soothe his troubled brow, to wrap him in the tightest hug.

Your heart beats so loud that you wonder if he can hear it. “And you’ve carried all of that with you since… since you returned? There’s been no one that you could tell?”

“Ellie, of course.” He says before taking another hearty gulp. “But she was there, too - and we both… at first, we thought we could ignore it. But life never returned to normal, and neither did we.”

Your heart breaks anew as the silence stretches. Too many thoughts run through your head and you take a big drink of whiskey to help clear your head. But the growing fog at the corners of your mind tells a different story. Emboldened with another drink, your gaze returns to linger on the handsome definition of his profile - the strong line of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the sweep of hair across his brow. What would it be to kiss his cheek? To trail your lips down to his, hearing his breath catch in the moment before his mouth meets yours?

With a trembling breath, you shake your head to steady your thoughts. “T-thank you for telling me.” You say softly, your voice thready in the silence. “I have been concerned for you these last months, you know. Watching you just lose yourself in your work, like… if you stopped, something horrible would catch you. And now… now, it makes perfect sense.” Heat rises in your cheeks and you take another fortifying drink of whiskey. “You bore all the questions and media scrutiny with dignity, though - you’ve never once lost your temper or told anyone to fuck off. Sounds like you’d be well within your right if you did, though. Hell, I think I would have done it at least once by now.”

Another wave of exhaustion overtakes him as he looks lost for words. Clearly everything he’s been through has taken quite the toll and continues to haunt him - and goodness, how can you leave him now? Err, not that you should stay the night - certainly not uninvited - but how can you go to New Mexico and leave him alone? If you’re the only person who knows what he’s been through, then that does mean he really has no one else…?

“I’m sorry,” he whispers quietly, shaking his head with an air of shame. “That’s… a lot more than you bargained for tonight, I’m sure.”

“No - please don’t apologize.” You reassure as your gaze roams freely over his face. “I think you needed the outlet, quite frankly. I’m just sorry that it manifested in a panic attack…”

He glances over at you with a tired, lopsided smirk. “At least, I’m in good company - the best I could ask for, really.”

Your heart warms at the sentiment and you’re helpless to hold back an answering smile as you all but melt under his gaze. “Same goes for you, you know.”

Again, he holds out his glass to meet yours with another gentle clink before you each take another long drink. Endless questions swirl in the back of your brain because, seriously… what the fuck? Actual, living dinosaurs?! The how's and why's of such an impossible concept gnaw at your academic curiosity, urging you to keep asking him for details. But he looks so strung out and so tired, how could you possibly push him any further? In fact, maybe it's best if you just leave. Especially before you have the chance to do anything stupid Swallowing the last mouthful of heady liquor, you take a deep breath. “Well, I should… I don’t want to be a bad houseguest and overstay my welcome.”

“You haven’t overstayed anything,” he reassures gently. “It’s been nice to share a drink with you.”

An appreciative smile curves your lips. “You, too.” You turn from the bar cabinet and thread back around the couch. The movement upends the lightheaded fog in your brain and your balance falters, tipping you towards the couch. You catch yourself with a steadying hand, and okay… maybe your meager dinner wasn’t enough for drinking whiskey.

“Are you alright?” The gentle concern on his voice raises embarrassed heat in your cheeks as you try to offer a dismissive smile.

“Yeah. I’m fine, thanks.” You try to ignore the dubious look on his face but your vibrato falters nonetheless. “Maybe just… my dinner wasn’t hearty enough for two glasses of whiskey.”

An understanding look dawns on his face as he nods. “Well, if the dean would never forgive you for a car hitting me, then the dean would surely murder me if a former student gets a DUI on alcohol that can be traced back to my place.” His mouth curves with a suddenly shy, almost awkward smirk. “So, you can just… take my bed, and I’ll stay here on the couch.”

Your mouth nearly falls agape as your cheeks flame. “Oh no, that’s… not necessary. You don’t need to be all chivalrous like that. I can just - the couch will be fine.”

His eyes narrow with mild reproach as his grin sharpens. “Didn’t you just say that you don’t want to be a bad houseguest?” He taps a finger against his empty glass, waiting until you nod before continuing. “Then, stop refusing my hospitality.”

Words choke in your throat as he starts to walk around the couch. Should you thank him again? Should you try to offer more protests? Your head spins as you suddenly feel deep in over your head and your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.

“Just, uh…” He turns back around towards you, offering a small smile. “Make yourself at home, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

You nod quickly. “Okay, thank you…” Your brain goes into overdrive, and, holy shit… you’re going to spend the night at Dr. Grant’s house.

In his bed.

By yourself.

Nothing about any of that should be real, and truly, such thoughts are best left to your secret midnight fantasies… yet, here you are. You long for another steadying drink of whiskey - or, perhaps water, better yet - and you exhale nervously. There’s no reason for you to freak out about this - and despite your initial protests, he’s being the perfect gentleman about the whole thing - and really, why should you complain about that? Especially if it’s going to let you sleep in his bed.

Looking for a distraction from your raging thoughts, you step back up to the wide bookcase and examine the spines of the vinyl record albums. Vaughn Monroe, Patsy Cline, Waylon Jennings, Dolly Parton - so many artists that you have passing knowledge about but can’t put your finger on any one specific song. It appears that the couple who used to live here had a heavy love of twangy country music. Was this their music room? Did they spend hours two-stepping or just listening and singing together?

Somehow, you can’t picture Dr. Grant… Alan doing that. In fact, you can almost picture a grumpy scowl if the idea of dancing around a living room was even suggested. The image shouldn’t tug at your heartstrings, but it does all the same.

The padding of bare feet on the hallway’s wood floor catches your attention, and you look up just in time to see him return. Gone are his clothes from the day, replaced with a soft looking white t-shirt, striped blue pajama pants and a bathrobe with a turquoise and brown Southwest-inspired pattern. It’s not the most coordinated look, but he seems perfectly at ease as he drops a pillow and blanket down to the couch.

“The bed sheets are relatively clean - washed within the last two weeks,” he says softly. “And if you want to change, I laid out a clean shirt and shorts for you. Also, you’ll find a toothbrush still in the package and a new toothpaste on the bathroom counter.”

Your heart warms with fond surprise. “Wow, uh - thanks. That’s all surprisingly thoughtful of you.”

He tips his head, meeting your gaze from under his lowered brow with an almost teasing, admonishing edge. “Just because I’m not married doesn’t mean that I’ve always lived alone.”

Your mouth curves to a soft smile. “I didn’t mean it like that… truly, I do appreciate it. I guess it’s just not what I expected…” Affection colors your voice as you hold his gaze for a long moment before blinking back to yourself. “Good night.”

He nods in agreement. “Good night. If you need anything, please just ask.”

You return his nod before stepping out into the hallway. Walking back to the kitchen, you retrieve your purse before disappearing into the bathroom. It doesn’t take you long to brush your teeth and get ready for bed - at least, to the best of your limited ability. His house is old enough to only have one bathroom in the main hallway, and you turn the light off, noticing that a faint yellow glow still shines out from his study. For a split-second, you debate going back to wish him good night again… but for what purpose? You don’t have anything else to say that hasn’t already been said.

Closing the bedroom door behind you, you glance around at the tidy, cozy interior of his room. If he ran around in a mad dash to clean up the room or make the bed for you, it doesn’t show. In fact, the chair next to his closet still hosts an assortment of random clothing, and your heart warms at the knowledge that he didn’t make an attempt to be anything other than himself around you. A smile tugs at your face as you approach the bed, setting your purse down next to the nightstand.

Your smile widens as you take in the quilted bedcover in shades of navy and maroon set against white sheets, along the clothes he laid out for you. Admittedly, sleeping in jeans and your shirt from the day doesn't sound comfortable, and you quickly shed your clothes. The cotton shorts’ elastic waistband rides low on your hips and his shirt hangs oversized on your bra-less shoulders, but they carry a clean, fuss-free scent that makes you even more eager to nestle under the bedcovers.

Pulling back the quilt, you slide against the soft sheets before reaching to turn off the nightstand light. Settling against the pillow, your heart pounds in the darkness and you still can’t believe where you are… and who’s just sleeping down the hall. Though, that just makes his bed feel all the more empty. Especially as you drown in his scent, rolling onto your side and snuggling against the pillow. Your eyes drift closed as your fingers reach out against the mattress.

What would it be to have him lying here beside you? To feel his body heat radiating under the covers and the promise of his skin within reach? Would his breathing grow steady as he falls asleep, or would it be heightened with anticipation, on the last verge of restraint like yours? And when your fingers find his arm in the stillness, would he roll towards you? Would his mouth find yours in a rush of unbridled desire as you finally learn the taste of his kiss? Your fingers would drift towards his waist, enticing him to settle atop you and let the weight of his body push you into the mattress while devouring each other.

Your body comes alive with the runaway fantasy, gasping softly as your hips twitch with aching need against the mattress. Fuck, you want him in here with you - want to say whatever it takes for him to just fuck you with abandon. Not that you consider yourself well-versed in ways to drive men wild, but any of the scenarios that you can conjure sound so cheap and contrived - and you’re not just going to walk through his house naked. You want him to want you, too, and that’s a far harder thing to get.

With a frustrated sigh, you roll over to your other side, gripping the sheet close. Before closing your eyes, you notice that no light shines under the door from the hallway. Perhaps it’s easier for him to just close his eyes on his couch and blissfully sleep, completely ignorant of the way you yearn for him.

That thought doesn’t help you get to sleep any faster, tossing and turning to try and dispel the heat on your skin. When next you open your eyes, the room appears darker in the late unknown hour, and you roll over, drowsily snuggling back into the pillow. His scent wraps around you like a comforting blanket, and it’s easy to imagine that he’s spooned up behind you with the sleep-warmed weight of his arm draped across your midsection. But a faint glow of light from the crack under the door catches your attention.

What is he possibly doing awake at - a quick glance to his bedside clock shows - 1:48 AM?

Pulling back the covers, your feet connect with the carpet as you walk over to open the door. The light spills out from his study and with a quiet yawn, you do your best to ignore the hallway’s chilly wood floor as you approach. Leaning a shoulder against the door frame, you pivot around the corner and your brow furrows in confusion. The plaid couch is empty, but the pillow and blanket reveal that someone has at least tried to sleep there. You tilt your head to rest against the door frame and cross your arms as you suddenly hear the sound of running water in the dark kitchen.

A smirk teases your lips as you glance over, watching him move in the shadows and emerge back into the soft glow from the study’s floor lamp. If possible, he looks more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him, not helped as his brow furrows with questioning concern. “Hope I didn’t wake you.” His voice carries the rasp of recent disuse and nothing about it should ripple goosebumps along your skin.

“You didn’t.” You say softly, as if anything louder would be inappropriate at such a late hour. “I was already awake and I saw the light…” Your words trail off as you take in his appearance, noting the disappearance of his rather unflattering robe before lingering on the careworn lines of his face. “Trouble sleeping?”

“Yeah…” His mouth curves with a tired smile. “You could say that.” He raises his right hand to scrub across his face, and your gaze zeroes in on the dark mark high on his forearm, just beneath his elbow.

A strikingly elegant, black-ink tattoo in the shape of a double spiral rests on his skin, and everything about it sends your mind racing. You haven’t given it much thought since glimpsing it that one afternoon in his office, but it just seems so out of character for him. Yet here’s undeniable proof staring you in the face.

And speaking of staring… your cheeks flush as you finally look away, only to see the knowing expression on his face as he catches your obvious interest.

Your mouth goes dry as you search for something not too horribly awkward to say. “It’s beautiful,” you finally settle on. “A symbol of a rebellious youth?”

“Not quite.” Distant fondness tinges his voice as he glances down at the swirling lines of ink. “It’s Kirituhi - an art form based on Māori-style tattoos. A reminder of my second home.”

The excerpt of his bio from the newspaper flashes in your mind. “New Zealand, right?”

He nods slowly. “We had several people of Māori descent on Joan’s digs over the years - and their culture is just fascinating. Their connection to the past, to the present - to honoring what came before as a way to look to the future… well, that stuck with me considering that I spend my career digging in the past to build my own future.” He pauses to draw a breath as you listen with rapt attention. “And the spiral symbolizes the continuity of life - and, just as the dinosaurs had their time on this earth, so will the human race.” His mouth quirks with a sardonic grin. “I guess all we can hope is that our skeletons fossilize just as well as the dinosaurs’ to preserve our own legacy.”

Your heart melts as it goes out to him. It’s far more insightful than you would have expected, and that makes it all the more beautiful. Unable to stop yourself, you push off the wall and close the short distance between you. Your fingers reach out to his forearm, turning it for a better look in the low light. The piece reveals far more delicate, intricate lines up close, and you sweep an appreciative thumb over the inked art. “That makes it just…" Your voice drops to a whisper thin tone as the air thickens. "All the more beautiful."

You raise your gaze to his, wanting to drown in the azure pools of his eyes, and electricity crackles between you. The heat from his forearm curls through you to settle low in your belly. He’s so close now, and your long simmering arousal rises to a boil. Can he see it on your face? Can he see how much you want to kiss him? To have him wrap you in his arms and hold you close? To make the outside world disappear under the weight of him above you and the touch of him deep inside you?

Maybe it’s the late hour, maybe it’s the vulnerability of the moment, maybe it’s the fire singing in your blood - but you let your hand trail up from his tattoo, up over his exposed bicep and the sleeve of his t-shirt. A shuddering breath runs through him as he breaks your gaze, squeezing his eyes closed.

Your breathing quickens as you rise to your tiptoes and lean in, letting your breath skim the shell of his ear. “Tell me to stop and I will.” You whisper, emboldened by the maddening scent of his skin as another shuddering breath leaves him. “Tell me that you want to go back to your couch, and I’ll go back to your bed.” Your voice trembles as you sigh. “And I’ll keep pretending that I haven’t been wet for you all night.”

“Fucking hell…” His voice strains with the last thread of control as your fingers dance along the line of his shoulder. “You… we shouldn’t…”

Your fingers find the fine hairs along the nape of his neck as the tip of your nose brushes the shell of his ear. “Stop looking for a way to make this wrong if this is what you want, too.” Your other hand searches out his left hand that’s clenched at his side. “It’s okay, Alan,” you breathe as you draw his hand towards you. “Touch me… please.”

The sudden force of his kiss makes you dizzy as his arms envelop you with the strength that you've fantasized about. Your heart soars as it races, meeting his embrace head on, devouring him as you want to be devoured. You cling to the broad plane of his shoulders as he crushes you close, the heat of him burning through your - his - borrowed clothes. The heady thought sends more liquid heat pooling in your core and, God… why are you still in the hallway?

You urge him forward, keeping the inferno of his body so close as you back towards the bedroom. His broad hands clench against the small of your back, groaning as he crowds you against the wall and the full press of your hips connect. The solid ridge of his erection makes your mouth water as you grind your hips forward. There's nothing about this man that you don't want, and you have no reason to hide.

"You have no idea…" he groans with an intoxicating, wild edge. "What hearing you does to me…"

Sparks shoot down your spine as your body burns. "Please, Alan," you whimper. "I need you."

The growl that rumbles in his chest bypasses all rational thought, and you nearly lose your feet as he pulls you away from the wall. Wrapped in his arms, tangled with his legs, trading kisses and nibbles and moans, your head spins until the solid weight of his bed appears behind you.

You paw at the hem of his shirt until he lifts his arms and the fabric slides free. Your eyes widen with hungry appreciation, wanting to map each facet of his chest with your tongue but you burn too hot for that patience right now. He snakes a calloused hand under your oversized shirt, cupping your breast with a maddening squeeze and delicious pressure. Pleasure shoots straight to your dripping core, a needy moan echoing in your throat as you arch against him.

"Please…" you breathe against his lips, gripping his waist to grind against his cock. "Fuck me… Alan."

He groans and his arms clamp around your midsection, all but dragging you fully onto his bed. The force of his strength takes your breath away as you push at the waistband of his pajama pants and underwear. There's no grace in the kisses that dissolve to gasping breaths or the scramble of hands to reveal bare skin. And when the tip of his cock slides through your wetness, your tandem guttural groans echo in the stillness of the bedroom.

"Wait, wait…" You manage to gasp, barely recognizing your own voice. "I'm not… we need -” your cheeks burn despite the intimate press of your bodies. "My bag has something, if you don't…"

He exhales a shuddering moan as if still struggling for control. Or perhaps he's embarrassed - a rational man of his intelligence so undone by his body. But then he skims his lips along your ear and his breath sears your skin. "And here I thought you were my innocent girl." The luscious, teasing rasp to his voice rushes more liquid heat through you. "Are you always so prepared, hmm?"

You struggle to breathe through the blinding surge of arousal. "A girl never knows when she'll meet the right guy…" Your nails dig into his back for emphasis, rewarded with his delicious gasp as you cradle his hips closer to yours. "And you've been the right guy for longer than I should admit."

"Fuck, don't say that…" His head drops to the junction of your neck and shoulder as his hips surge forwards. The thick slide of him through your soaked folds nearly undoes you, but you paw at his shoulder with urgent need.

"My bag… unless you have -" Your voice cuts off in a gasp as he shifts suddenly, reaching over you for the bedside table. The scrape of the wooden drawer and tear of foil heightens your anticipation before his strong, nimble fingers find purchase against your thigh. Following his coaxing movements, you spread your legs wide and wrap around his backside as he positions above you. His eyes blaze with wildfire as you lean up to kiss him, gasping as he eases forward in a slow, steady glide.

Your eyes roll back at the thick, full stretch of him as your body adjusts to the delicious invasion. The kiss turns to a heavy, moaning breath as the connection threatens your sanity. You can't remember the last time - if ever - you've been so full of man, and your toes curl as you sink blissfully back against the mattress.

"Having you in my clothes, in my bed… like this," his voice pitches deep as he drinks you in with dark, blown-wide eyes. "So goddamn gorgeous."

Words escape you as his hips roll back and surge forward, striking the deepest part of you. Electricity jolts through you as he thrusts again, and you surrender the last facet of your rational mind. Your body moves with his on primal instinct, driven to chase the euphoria promised each time he strikes your deep-rooted pleasure point.

You cling to him as he moves over you, against you, inside you - and you’re so fucking close. The coil at the base of your spine winds tighter with each stroke that builds a rhythm to ruin you for life. His pleasured groans and grunts of exertion mingle with your staccato cries as your body goes taut, arching against him. Your orgasim hits hard, stars exploding behind your closed eyelids as waves of euphoria rock through you. His hips stutter to a stop as he buries himself in you with a strangled groan of relief.

The moment stretches to an eternity as you hold him close, wanting to burn the memory of him like this into your brain. Your lips trail along the defined line of his jaw as he nuzzles your cheek, and your breathing starts to settle out. His mouth finds yours for a long, lazy kiss as the afterglow deliciously numbs your senses. You hum contentedly against his lips. “That was so… beyond fucking good.” Every muscle relaxes against the mattress as your eyelids drop heavily with exhaustion. “I hope you’re able to sleep a little better now.”

He half-sighs, half-laughs as the tip of his nose brushes yours. “Yeah… you, too.”

You meet for another, slow kiss before you reluctantly let him go. It’s not nearly as awkward as you tell yourself it should be as he retreats to the bathroom, returns with a warm washcloth for you, and he steps into your - his - shorts before rejoining you in bed. You debate reaching for your discarded underwear but the hem of his shirt falls long enough, and a lingering thrill whispers through you as your bare lower half reconnects with his skin.

In the room’s silence, he lays on his back as you snuggle up to his side. His arm comes around your shoulders, and you listen to the sound of his breathing, just existing with him as the waking world starts to yield to dreamland.

You don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but you refuse to let him go until you have to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You let out a laugh, "Well."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two continued bickering & you stretched in your seat.

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

"No," you looked at Alan.

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

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

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

"Alan! What's wrong?"

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

"Alan, that's not-"

"Just- shut up, Y/N!"

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

"Not the time, Dr. Malcolm."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How could this be your fault?"

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

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

"I love you too."

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

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