You noticed Zach and his little brother rather easily, partly because Zach was rather attractive but also because of his little brother’s enthusiasm toward everything he saw. It made you smile to see the kid so excited in all honestly.
”Enjoying ourselves I see” you said, finally approaching Zach and Gray while you were on break. Zach seemed surprised that you were speaking to him and you could have sworn his cheeks suddenly became tinted with a pink.
”Oh ah yeah definitely” Zach replied, his desperate attempt to act casual wasn’t working but you kind of thought his awkwardness was adorable.
“I’m ah, guessing you work here” Zach said motioning toward your outfit “are t you a little young”.
You shrugged.
“Yeah I suppose but my dad Owen works here so I got the job no problem. I’m [Y/N] My the way”.
”Zach” he introduced. All Zach could think about was how amazing the person standing before him was. You were nice and not to mention attractive. It sounded crazy but he thanked he had a crush on you already.
Fandom: Jurassic World Pairing: Zach Mitchell X Reader Word Count: 1,159 Prompt: Maybe something cute like Zach and Y/N baking together? Hope you like it, love!! <33
“Zach, honey, no, that is not right.” You said, grabbing the chocolate chips out of Zach’s hand and placing them on the counter.
He knitted his eyebrows together and stuck his lower lip out at you, and you sighed. “You’ve already put in two and a half cups of them! If you put in any more, they’re not even going to be cookies! They’re just going to be a tiny bit of dough with way too many chocolate chips.”
“C’mon, you like chocolate chips; one more handful?” Zach tried, and you tossed your hands into the air exasperatedly.
“Fine! Ruin the cookies! See if I care!”
Zach cheered silently to himself, sprinkling a small handful of the chocolately triangles into the white dough. You helped him roll the dough into balls, and when you were finished and the cookies were safely in the oven, Zach pressed you into a cupboard, his hands resting on the counter and caging you in.
“Are you mad that I wanted more chocolate chips?” Zach asked, but you weren’t really thinking about the cookies anymore. Instead, your eyes were locked on the smidge of chocolate that was left on Zach’s lips. Without saying anything, you leaned forward and licked the chocolate off his mouth before pulling away.
Zach looked at you in confusion. “Was that supposed to be a kiss?”
You rolled your eyes. “No, you just had chocolate on your lip.”
“Good, I thought you were losing your touch or something.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Please, I am a much better kisser than you.”
“Prove it.” Zach said, raising an eyebrow challengingly.
You angled your head appropriately before tilting upward and kissing him gently, both hands coming up to thread through his hair. You tugged lightly on the dark strands, grinning to yourself at the soft grunt Zach let out at the contact, and caught his lower lip between your teeth, nibbling softly on it before breaking the kiss.
Zach’s eyes were wide and dark, and his breath was definitely a little faster than normal when you looked at him.
“Okay, you know what, you are a better kisser than me.” Zach relented, and you smiled. “You are way sweeter than the cookies, by the way.”
You groaned. “Nothing is sweeter than those cookies, Zach. You know I love sweets, I really do, but those cookies are going to be way too sweet.”
He shook his head. “Just you wait, __y/n__. You’ll see. It’s an old Mitchell family recipe.”
You didn’t believe him, but you didn’t argue anymore when his lips found yours again. The cookies wouldn’t be done for another ten minutes, you had enough time for another kiss.
Or three.
Or four.
Honestly, you lost count.
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“I’m sorry for doubting you,” You said, your mouth dropping open in surprise as you took a bite of the cookie that you thought Zach had ruined. “This is quite possibly the best cookie ever.”
Zach grinned, snagging the rest of your cookie from your hand and tossing it in his mouth. “I told you!” He said triumphantly, and you stuck your tongue out at him.
“You win this round, Mitchell. But when winter comes, we’ll see who can make the better cup of hot chocolate.” You challenged.
“I have a recipe for that too,” Zach said, still grinning. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you continued to pout. “Come on, you’re the better kisser, I’m the better baker, just accept it.”
You relaxed into his arms, turning and pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before grabbing another cookie from the tray and taking a bite. God, it really was delicious. Then again, Zach had made it, and he was pretty delicious himself, so it wasn’t that surprising. “Fine, I accept it, Peeta.” You said, and Zach groaned.
“That’s gonna be my new nickname, isn’t it?”
“Oh, yeah, absolutely.”
“I hate you.” Zach grumbled, and you feigned hurt.
“Ouch, Peeta, that hurts. That really hurts.” You kissed him when he kept frowning. “I won’t call you it if you really don’t like it.” You murmured against his lips, and Zach nuzzled his nose against yours.
“If you call me Peeta, I get to call you Sweet Lips. Or Hot Lips, your choice.”
You gagged. “Okay, fine, I won’t call you Peeta. Never call me that again, please.”
Zach shook your hand. “Deal.”
“So, baker boy, let’s get as many of these cookies eaten before Gray smells them, ye-” You were cut off by Gray bounding into the room and swiping all the cookies off the tray and into his shirt, which he was using as a sort of basket.
You and Zach shared a look before bolting out of the room and chasing after Gray, who was laughing hysterically.
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The night ended with Gray passed out on the couch between the two of you, cookie crumbs littering his cheeks, his clothes, and even, somehow, his hair, and about a dozen crushed cookies spread all over the Mitchell’s house.
You did not want to see how Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell were going to respond to that when they got home from their “date night” (you knew it was actually marriage counseling, but they called it a date night), but you and Zach didn’t want to wake Gray up, which would ultimately happen if either of you got up. Gray’s head was nestled in your abdomen, and his legs were tossed over Zach’s lap, so really, you were trapped.
You reached for one of Zach’s hands tiredly and smiled softly when he grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to your wrist.
“Hey,” Zach started, keeping his voice low so he didn’t wake Gray up. “I love you.”
You and Zach had been dating for a while, but neither of you said those words often. You both knew you loved each other, of course, but it made it even more special when he did choose to tell you.
Your smile widened, and your eyes sparkled with a quiet happiness that Zach always managed to bring out in you. “I love you too.”
You carefully maneuvered yourself so that you could brush a feather light kiss across Zach’s lips without waking up Gray, before leaning back into the couch.
“I hope you know that you’re going to have to make me those cookies again sometime,” You spoke softly, after a moment of nothing but you and Zach looking at each other with matching gentle smiles. “I think I got like three, the rest were either eaten by Gray or abandoned on the floor.”
Zach grinned. “I’ll trade you cookies for kisses.”
“So, I get to kiss you, and I get cookies? Seems like a win-win for me.” You pointed out, and Zach shrugged.
“I also get to kiss you and I get cookies too, so everyone wins.”
You squeezed Zach’s hand, beaming at him. “I like this scenario.”
“Claire! Do you see them?!” you yelled at the ginger woman as she stood and glanced around the crowd desperately for her nephews.
Letting out an annoyed sigh at her fruitless efforts, you hiked your sniper rifle up against your shoulder before turning to Owen, your older brother, and saying, “I’m gonna go look for them, keep Claire safe.”
Still shooting, Owen merely nodded and said, “Be careful,” before you were off.
Left and right, people were being swept off their feet and lifted into the air. Children and adults alike were screaming in terror as the flying dinosaurs swooped down and grabbed them.
Blowing a piece of hair out of your face, you were quick to shoot a couple of Pteranodons out of the sky when you saw a particularly big one chasing after two boys, one taller and older in stature and the other much younger. You swiftly shot the dinosaur, watching as it slid and came to a stop centimeters away from the pair.
The both of them looked for the person that saved them until their eyes rested on you. You were holding your gun with windswept hair and a grimace on your face as you made eye contact with the older boy, Zach, according to Claire’s horrible description of her nephews from earlier. Running up to the both of them and dodging dinosaurs while you did so, you ducked next to the older one.
“Are you Zach and Gray?” you asked in a rush.
They merely nodded, stunned, but that was all you needed. Without hesitation, you ordered them to follow right behind you as you led them through the crowd and shot at the sky, hitting as many dinos as you could.
You could just barely hear the little boy, Gray, whisper to his older brother behind you, “Why haven’t you gone after awesome girls like her before?”
Sparing a glance behind you, you felt your cheeks burn as you saw the flustered, starstruck expression on Zach’s face as he looked at you, responding to his little brother in a breathless whisper, “I have no idea.”
Finally, you managed to spot Owen and Claire in the crowd.
“Guys!” you shouted, catching the attention of the both of them.
You waved your hands in the air in greeting when Owen’s smile immediately dropped, his eyes on something behind the three of you. Turning around, you barely had enough time to duck and drag the two boys with you before Owen shot at the four dinos that were hot on your trail.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, you turned back to Owen and made to give him a thumbs up when you felt all the blood drain from your face. Forgetting about the boys behind you, you ran toward Owen, who was fighting off a Pteranodon on the ground. You couldn’t get a clear shot from where you were, and was thankful that Claire manged to shoot him, but that thanks was short lived when you spotted a dinosaur heading straight for her head. Without skipping a beat, you rolled under two Pteranodons before shooting the one flying towards Claire, watching it land with a thud right at her feet.
The five of you met up after that under the shelter of a roof, and you couldn’t help the smile that sprung onto your face as the three relatives reunited.
“Boys, this is Owen and his little sister, (Y/N),” Claire explained to the boys.
Zach’s face immediately grew red at the mention of your name, and you couldn’t help but admire his looks as he stared at you.
“Can we stay with you?” Gray asked sheepishly.
“I will never leave you ever again. I promise,” Claire said with teary eyes.
“I meant them,” Gray clarified.
“Definitely them,” Zach said, backing up his little brother.
At his words, you couldn’t help the blush that spread across your cheeks, unable to look him in the eye.
Taking one look at your face, Owen looked between you and Zach before a smirk appeared on his lips. Walking next to Zach, he mock whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, “Keep it in your pants bub.”
Author’s Note: Whoa, this is really dialogue-heavy, but I actually kind of like it. Dialogue is fun. I hope you enjoy this! I’ll admit it’s pretty rushed and I think you can kind of tell, but it’s cute, so. Also I haven’t exactly proofread it yet, but I’ll slowly do that! I’m really tired right now.
Y/N: “He’s absolutely beautiful, like a Disney Prince.” Owen: “Why don’t you try talking to him? If you can train raptors with me, you’re capable of talking to a cute boy your age.”
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