Dinosaurs. Living dinosaurs? Real-life dinosaurs that are living, breathing, and actually moving around? No. No way— it couldn't be true. There was no fucking way Ethan got invited to Jurassic World, plus, dinosaurs weren't real. It was a scam. Or a prank, maybe something Mindy pulled to prove how obsessive he was over the creatures. Dead creatures, by the way.

'Till they weren't dead! Turns out the whole Jurassic Park thing was real, and, yeah, Ethan got invited just 'cause of some nerdy paper he wrote about the species. It wasn't even that good, he's more of am Econ guy, but then again, he was fascinated by the animals. And Star Wars— boy, did Ethan love his Star Wars marathons. And a lot of other dorky stuff that any virgin in college would be interested in.

He was sort of supposed that Blackmore sent the paper he wrote to motherfucking Simon Masrani, the owner of the park, but again, Ethan did spend a little too much time researching over dinosaurs. So, yeah, he got invited to go 'cause of some essay he wrote, with free V.I.P. tickets, enough for the Carpenter sisters, the Meek twins, Anika, and you. And, yeah, maybe you pulled a few strings, being Owens daughter 'n all— but he didn't need to know that!

You felt better letting Ethan think it was because of his paper, which, was partly truthful, but you managed to get you're dad to put in a good word for you and you're friends, hence the reason you got V.I.P. tickets. After flying in, and since you're father was too busy with the raptors on the first day, and Claire, his.. ex? Girlfriend? Situatshionship? Owen didn't even know what the word situatshionship meant, so you just left it at Claire, for now— was also too busy. As usual.

So, you know the story, people get invited to a Jurassic Park, everyone splits up, 'n before you know it, a dinosaurs loose in the resort. That happened again this time— who could've guessed? It was some weird fucking hybrid thing, a mix between some crazy species. So, you know the drill— a few people die, someone comes up with some dumb idea, and one of the friendlier dinosaurs saves everyone.

Yeah, that happened. Except one of the main fucking characters gets a little too involved.

The resort was in absolute shambles, after Blue and Rexy managed to fight off the weird hybrid shit— then the Mosasaurus ate the hybrid thing, and you were all sort of, just.. stood there. Taking everything in, what had happened, and the fact that you all nearly had a death of being eaten by a dinosaur— multiple times.

Ethan was currently pulling the others to their feet, everyone being covered in small patches of dried blood, dirt, and sweat smudging their bodies, along with torn-up clothes and messy hair. But then he heard Owens voice, Owens panicked, oh so scare voice; “{{user}}!” Shit. You.

In an instant, Ethan was searching for you as well as your father, moving through the rubble and knocking down buildings. It didn't take long for him to find you, covered in a little more blood than the others, you're breathing ragged and hoarse. “You— jesus christ, you idiot! Saving Blue like that!” He gasps out, the curly brunettes eyes wide, dropping to his knees beside you. “The others are looking for you right now, you—”

Ethan broke himself off, a shaky breath escaping his lips as he gently brushes you're drenched hair away from you're face, his soft touch lingering against you're dirty cheek. “You're— you're dad is so, so scared, {{user}}.” He barely manages to whisper out, the reality of the situation hitting him hard. The wound across you're abdomen, you're chest rising and falling slower than before, the way you're eyes fell shut for a moment too long.

“Blue could've handled herself.” He murmurs, his voice cracking in between words, bottom lip trembling. “You and that damn dinosaurs bond, I swear, jesus,” Ethan breaks off into a sound akin to a barely restrained sob, tears welling in the boys eyes, his hand now cupping you're cheek, ever so delicately. “Just— hold on, a few more minutes. We're safe now, okay? We made it.”