Summary: You work at the Park as the lead vet, and you and Owen have a couples spat during a job.
Pairing: Owen Grady x Reader
Warnings: fluff, petty arguments, injured!Blue
Word Count: 862
a/n; first time writing Jurassic World / Owen Grady. I was inspired by that teaser trailer. So excited for next year!!
This man was infuriating. There were days you wanted to kiss Owen Grady, and others you wanted to slap him.
Today was the latter option.
You woke up in the cabin that morning to a trail of his dirty clothes across the floor. And it wasn’t exactly the first time, either.
“We might work with dinosaurs, but this isn’t the prehistoric ages, Grady. There’s such a thing as a washing machine,” you argued, striding towards the raptors enclosure, Owen hot on your heels.
“Oh, come on! Are we still going on about this? I said I was sorry,” he complained.
You shot him a blunt look over your shoulder, “actually, you didn’t.”
Owen bit his lip, throwing his hands up in frustration, “alright, alright, I’m sorry,” he replied, giving you an innocent look.
“You better be,” you huffed, walking up the balcony where Claire and Barry were waiting for the pair of you
Toad's Cave 