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A Friend Thing To Do

Pairing: Owen Grady x Reader

Author: @star-pratt

Words: 1510

Request: For the sentence prompt thing could you please do Owen Grady: “I kind of wanna make out with you. Is that a friend thing to do?” by @multifandommarvel0214

Author’s Note: This is cute and angsty so, ya know, enjoy!! Thanks to my amazing friend @lovelydob for proofreading this for me!!


You were
sitting in your room, scrolling through your emails when one had stuck out to
you the most. Jurassic World Management. You furrowed your eyebrows
together, clicking on it as the e-mail loaded. Your eyes scanned the words, jaw
dropping as you got out of your chair, dancing around your room while
screaming. A knock on your door made you go quiet as you walk towards it, opening
it to see your mom standing on the other side, her arms crossed.

“Y/N, what are
you screaming about?” She asked and you smiled widely, jumping up and down a

“I-I got the
job at Jurassic World, mom. I’m going to be one of the raptor trainers!” You
squealed and she grinned, pulling you into a hug.

amazing, darling. Have you told Owen yet?” She asked and your eyes widened,
shaking your head. You went over to your desk, grabbing your phone off the
surface before dialing his number, pressing the phone against your ear.

“Y/N? Hey,
what’s up?”
asked as he was running a towel through his hair as he had just gotten out of
the shower.

“Owen! You’re
not going to believe this,” you muttered, the smile never leaving your lips as
you heard him chuckle.

“Well, are
you going to tell me?”
Owen laughed, pressing his phone between his ear and shoulder as
he pulled on a pair of boxers. You smiled, looking to the floor as you got a
little lost in his voice before shaking your head of the thoughts.

“Of course,
calm yo tits.” You chuckled, continuing, “I got an email from the management
team of Jurassic World, and guess who’s going to be their new raptor trainer?”
You asked, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, waiting for him to

eyebrows furrowing together, glancing at his laptop, seeing the Jurassic World
e-mail he got, wondering how she knew he got the job. “Um, me?” He asked,
confused. Your eyebrows furrowed together, your breath hitching a bit as you
read over the e-mail. You’ll be working with another trainer. “Y/N?”
Owen asked as silence came from your end as your eyes has widened.

“O-Owen, did
you get a job as a raptor trainer?” You asked and heard a small “yeah,” come
from his end. “O-Oh my god. We’re gonna be working together!” You smiled
widely, jumping around the room as your mom watched from the door shaking her
head as she thought how obvious it was that you liked him.

This is great! I haven’t seen you in a long time since I’ve joined the Navy.
This is absolutely great!”
Owen smiled, looking at the picture frame on his desk, seeing the
picture of the two of you that your mom took before Owen had first left for
training. “So, I guess I’ll see you this weekend in Costa rica.” He
smiled, his heart fluttering a bit.

definitely!” You smiled, nibbling on your lip. “I’m really excited to be
working with my best friend.” Owen frowned at your words, his heart sinking as
he nodded his head, letting out an inaudible sigh.

“Y-Yeah! I
gotta go though. I’ll talk to you soon.”
Owen muttered and we bid each other goodbye
before hanging up. You sat down on your chair, smiling to yourself.

You walked off
the plane, looking around at the foreign land in front of you. You became a
little nervous as you walked through the airport, looking for Owen. You
frowned, looking all over the place for him as you don’t find him and you sat
down in one of the chairs, looking down at your phone, seeing no no messages or
calls from him.

“Y/N!” Owen
yelled and you looked up, seeing Owen standing a feet in front of you and your
jaw drops. Holy mother of God. He’s gotten way more attractive since you
last saw him. Sandy brown hair, those amazing green eyes, pinkish lips, and
that stubble. Fuck the stubble. You stood up from the chair, walking towards
him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around your

“Wow, Owen.
You’ve gotten buffer!” You chuckled and he smiled, flexing a bit. “You’ve got
to have a girlfriend wrapped around your arm.” You smiled at him and Owen
shrugged his shoulder, a little upset that you’re friendzoning him. Both of us
started walking out of the building, heading towards the boat that will bring
us to Isla Nublar.

You’ve been
working at Jurassic World for almost two years now and it’s been the absolute
best two years of my life. You had lived in Owen’s bungalow since Claire, the
manager, found out that we were close and sometimes it was awkward. You’d have
guys over when he came home after hanging out with Barry and he always looked
angry, going straight to our room, slamming the door shut. You didn’t think anything
of it, since you didn’t think he would be bothered by you having guy friends
over. Yes, they would all try to get with you and you noticed very early on
when they talked to you, but you wanted friends other than Barry and Owen.

You parked
your car near the raptor paddock, getting out of it and you walked towards it,
seeing Owen with Blue, muttering something with her as her head’s locked up.
Owen felt eyes on him as he glanced past his shoulder, seeing you and he gives
you a small smile, which you return before his attention is brought back to

“God, Blue,
you have no idea how badly I just want to kiss her, but she basically friend
zoned me, more than once.” Owen sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he
began to get frustrated. “What do you think I should do? Tell her or just be
friends with her?” He asked and Blue glanced to the side, Owen following her
gaze and sees you standing on top of the platform talking to the new guy, Carl.
Carl had his arm wrapped around your waist as he told you some sort of joke.
You laughed, but Owen could tell it was fake as he narrowed his eyes at Carl,
getting off of the ground, leaving the cage as he walked up towards the

“Oh, Owen!”
You called out, getting out of Carl’s arms as you walked towards him, smiling
at him. “I’m so glad you’re here.” You muttered and Owen glanced down at you
then up at Carl as he looked scared, walking away from the both of you.

“Y/N…” He
sighed and you looked up at him, worried a bit as he looked like he was having
an inner battle with himself. “I kinda wanna make out with you. Is that a
friend thing to do?”
Your lips parted in surprise at his words, cheeks
beginning to flush. Owen took a step closer to you and your heart skipped a
beat as your breath hitched in your throat. Is this actually happening?

“I-It’s not a
friend thing to do, but I wouldn’t mind…” You trailed off, seeing the smile
come onto Owen’s lips as his hand reached out towards you, resting on your hips
as he brought you closer to him. You swallowed thickly, getting more never as
he looked into my eyes, leaning his face closer to yours. Your eyes begin to
flutter shut once you felt his soft lips brush against yours, your hands
reaching out to grip the vest he was wearing. Owen closed the gap between the
two of you, one of your arms wrapping around his neck and into his hair. He
wrapped both hands around your waist, his mind swarming as he moved his lips
against yours, feeling your fingers glide through his hair. Owen licked your
bottom lip, wanting entrance as your lips parted, your tongues dancing
together. He pressed your body against his, getting lost in the kiss as you
pulled away, needing a little bit of air.

“Holy shit.”
Owen whispered, resting his forehead against yours as you attempted to calm your
heart rate, thoughts filled with the kiss the both of you just had. His thumb
rubbed against your cheekbone and you look up at him, figuring everything out.

“Is this why
you hated when I hung out with guys?” You asked and a blush covered his cheeks,
looking to the floor, groaning.

“Y-Yeah, of
course. I wanted you to myself.” He muttered and you smiled, pressing your
hands against his cheek as you pulled him into another kiss. You moved your
lips against his in the heated kiss and Owen’s arms wraps around your thighs,
picking you up as he walks us towards your car. He set your feet back on the
ground, pulling away from you as you both began to pant, your hands gripping
his biceps.

“Why don’t
we…head back to the bungalow.” Owen bit his lips as I nodded my head
repeatedly before getting into the car.