Geeky Imagines

Typhoon- Owen Grady x reader

The past two days had been an absolute mess. A typhoon was headed your way, and the park had to be completely evacuated of all guests. It had been a mad-dash to 'batten down the hatches' before the storm hit, to prepare the enclosures, move all of the dinosaurs to a safer location, and make sure that the damage to the park was going to be minimal.

Unfortunately you had to stay at the raptor paddock a few hours later than you thought because one of the rookies was going too slowly. Telling him to head on out, and that you would finish up, you stayed to complete the task- Only to realize that he had taken the public jeep that you had driven here, meaning you had no choice but to walk.

So that is what you were doing, glancing nervously up at the darkening clouds. The first rain drop hit, that is when you started to sprint a sense of panic beginning to strike you. Now if walking along a rarely used road all by yourself (not to mention on an island full of dinosaurs) on a normal day was unsettling, it was absolutely terrifying to be doing that in the middle of a typhoon.

The rain stung on your face and the wind was so violent that it was practically bowling you over. The clouds blocked most of the light, and at one point you were't quite sure if you were still going in the right direction. There was no way that you would make it to your quarters safely, and your mind raced desperately for a solution before you remembered that Owen's house was close to where you were. Continuing to struggle along your trek growing exhausted and numb to the cold, you made it to his bungalow, and hammered on his trailer door desperate for him to hear you, trying to shout over the howling wind.

Just as you had begun to lose hope, the door swung open and someone grabbed you by your arm, swinging you into the bright, and warm home. Collapsing onto the floor, weak in the legs, and shaking ridiculously, you gasped out a "thank you". "What the hell Y/L/N? Why were you out there?!", you heard loud noises, and realized he was struggling to force the door closed while the wind fought it open. You just shook your head breathing heavily.

Strong arms wrapped around you and brought you over to a couch, helping you hobble over. You felt drained, running through the wind had left you feeling as though you had just swam for thirty miles. "Are you hurt?" upon hearing the worry in your friends voice you felt a pang, and tried to cease your shivering, sputtering a "I-I-M-m -Ok-k- ay." mentally hating yourself for sounding so pathetic.

Finally focusing your eyes on Owen you saw him looking you over, worry evident on his face, "You're soaked and freezing, hold on," he stood and flicked on a kettle, running into another room, and coming out a moment later with a baggy sweatshirt, and a pair of what appeared to be black leggings. Chastely helping you remove your shirt he put on the sweatshirt for you that came down over your hands and down to your mid-thighs, he helped you stand as you peeled your drenched cargo pants off of your legs and slipped the leggings on.

He sat you down and rushed over to the kettle spilling a bit of the water on his hand, and shouting a couple curses, he brought you over a mug of hot water, and sat down beside you, with a blanket scooting you into him for warmth. "Are you getting warmer?" he asked. You had already begun to feel yourself perk up from the introduction of heat, and you nodded, slightly ashamed of your uselessness, but entirely gratefully for the warmth. You took another sip of hot water, and you became aware that your shivering had begun to die down.

Sitting yourself up straighter, you shot your friend a grateful look, and he hesitantly removed his arms from around you, moving over slightly, as you curled up and turned to face him, still weak, but less cold. "Now will you please answer my question?" he asked softly. You sighed slightly, "Peterson was running behind because he's terrified of storms, so I told him to go on, and didn't realize that he took the last jeep."

Owen clenched his jaw. "When this is over, I'm going to kill that kid." You gave him a dismissive sigh, "Oh don't worry about it. He probably realized halfway there, and feels horrible." He simply rolled his eyes. Then went back to watching you, still obviously concerned. "Hey, Owen...?" you asked with a hoarse voice. "Yeah?" He watched as a weak smirk pulled across your lips. "why do you own a pair of leggings...?"

He went red and began to laugh, almost nervously. "They aren't mine..." You just stared at him with a raised brow. "A girl left them here a while ago..." he said through a cringe, and you burst out laughing, "You perve! You kept them???" His eyes went wide and he answered immediately, "What!? No I- They're not like some sort of trophy! She- I- Well, she never called back, and then, I never got around to finding her, and..." You shook with giggles and tried not to spill the mug of hot water that you held, he just leaned back and groaned out a laugh with his palms over his eyes.

A particularly strong gust of wind blew and the two of you lifted your heads as the entire bungalow shook.  You re-adjusted yourself on the couch, and it felt like it took much more effort than it should have on your weakened muscles. "So... This is supposed to pass in about three days... Right?" You asked quietly. Owen just nodded, and gave a smirk. "No Y/N, I'm not letting you leave until it's over. You won't be able to make it back through that." This time it was your turn to become slightly embarrassed. "I don't wanna be a nuisance. I can make it back tomorrow, once I re-charge. I can do it." your attempts at arguing were belittled by Owen raising a hand and shaking his head. "No way."

Face burning and your brow furrowing, you scowled. "I can do it. I'm not useless. " Seeing that he hurt your pride a bit, the man's smirk faltered. "Y/N, no-one could make it through that. Hell, if I were the one that got caught out there I probably wouldn't be able to make it all the way here. I'm kinda amazed that you could." He rolled off casualy and watching you out of the corner of his eye. Realizing that he hadn't been thinking you incapable your posture relaxed and you gave a smile. Owen suppressed a smirk of victory from coming across his face.

"Alright, I'm going to get some food ready, okay? You stay here and rest." He stood up, and gave a stretch before grabbing your soaked clothes and disappearing back up the stairs into what you assumed was his bedroom, before coming back down the stairs into the trailer section of his home. Stretching out on the couch and trying to tune out the deafening rain that hammered mercilessly on the exterior you closed your eyes, focusing on the warmth that surrounded you.

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Originally this was going to be just a simple imagine but part two is on the way, so hahaha...