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Here's an interesting fact about Jurassic Park III:
In an early script for the movie, apparently Alan was gonna use the raptor vocal chamber that Billy made to sic the Velociraptors on the Spinosaurus during the films climax
This ending ended up getting scrapped, that said it would end up getting repurposed for the climax of Jurassic World when Own sics his raptors on the Indominus Rex.
Recently got back into the Jurassic park fanfics - & it’s been an interesting trip through memory lane. But there’s one I’m sure existed at some point, all I can accurately remember is that Gray Mitchell can turn into some kind of giant otter? And at some point played keep easy with the Raptors? Anyone know this? Or was this some kinda funky dream I had
Zach Mitchell x Reader
Hello everybody! So, I haven’t seen a lot of these on the internet lately, so I decided to write one! You know, just in case a fangirl (or boy. I don’t discriminate) like yourselves are in need of a good ol’ fan fiction to keep you sane.
Requested: No
Warnings: Mild swearing? Mentions of blood (Like, 2 sentences or something).
Word count: 2,334 (YAY! A LONG ONE!)
Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:
(Y/N): Your Name
(H/C): Hair Colour / Color
(E/C): Eye Colour / Color
***
You hummed to yourself quietly as you wondered around Jurassic World, in the hope you can locate the nearest café when you felt a small tap on your arm. Swiftly turning around, you almost didn’t see the young boy who had tears in his eyes.
“You okay, bud?” You asked, a sympathetic look on your face. “Are you lost?”
“My brother and I were trying to find the triceratops enclosure, but we got separated. He- he said to meet at the gift shop, but he has the map and I can’t find it!” He wailed, a small pout on his face. His blue eyes look up at you pleadingly.
“Hey, I was just there!” You lied, hoping to raise the boy’s spirits. “Come on, I’ll take you!” Temporarily forgetting about your snack, you took the boy’s hand with a friendly smile. “I’m (Y/N), by the way. What’s your name?”
“I’m Gray! Do you like dinosaurs?”
“Sure do! I’d say I like diplodocus the best. It’s a herbivore, right?”
“Yeah, it is! I like all the dinosaurs! They’re so awesome! Have you seen the size of the Tyrannosaurus’s teeth? They could grow to the size of a big banana! Ooh, ooh! Have you ever wondered why a Spinosaurus has that plate on its back? You could never guess that it’s to keep it cool!” He bounced on his toes as he walked, wearing a grin so big that it can break his face in two.
“Dinosaur nerd, huh?” You smirked, dodging a lady who was looking at her photographs. She glared at you but didn’t say anything. “Ever thought of visiting the mosasaur feeding?”
“Yeah, we’ll go straight there after I take a few pictures of the triceratops!”
After a few minutes of aimless wandering, you finally spotted the gift shop. In front of the store, there was a tall boy with brown hair, holding a map and talking into his phone.
“Hey, that’s my big brother! Zach, Zach, over here!!!” Gray yelled at the top of his lungs, drawing a lot of unwanted attention.
You froze. ‘Zach’ was coming closer and you had to keep yourself from dying right there. Zach Mitchell, your chemistry partner, was at Jurassic World. That idiot who ‘accidentally’ blew up your oh so perfect formula with sodium. That idiot who blamed you for burning his notes with the Bunsen burner; it was really him who put them next to the matches. That idiot who tipped out your entire bag in search for his ‘lucky pencil’, claiming that you stole it. Zach Mitchell the bloody idiot.
“Zach, this is-“
“(Y/N). Yeah, I know.” He rolled his eyes, shoving his phone into his jeans pocket. “Don’t you want to go see the triceratops?”
“I wanna see the mosasaur feeding. Then we can go find the triceratops.”
“Fine, come on then.”
‘Gee, rude,’ you thought to yourself, subtly glaring at his direction.
“Can (Y/N) come too? S/he’s the one who helped me find you.” Gray gave his signature puppy eyes, but Zach didn’t fall for it.
“No.”
“You say that as if I want to go,” You grumbled in distaste, rolling your (E/C) eyes.
The younger boy frowned, his light brown hair moving as he turned to you and his brother. “You guys… know each other?”
“Unfortunately,” you mutter, scowling. “Look, I’m just gonna go find some food.”
“You and your food. No wonder you’re so fat,” Zach quipped.
“You and your phone. No wonder your brain lost all its brain cells,” you retorted. “Good day.”
“It was before you came around.”
You huffed, turning tail when you felt your shirt being tugged on. “Gray…”
“I know my brother’s an idiot, but can you please come with us to see the mosasaur?”
“… Fine.”
***
You sat rigid in your chair, Zach sitting to your left and Gray to your right. You really wanted to get out of there. Honestly, you just wanted to get some food, for goodness sakes! Inwardly groaning, you leaned against the chair with a heavy sigh. You really needed to learn how to be more assertive.
At that moment, the feeding began. The elevated seats rose slightly higher, and you go to see the sight of a very large pristine pool. And when it’s large, I mean large. Ripples emerged at the surface while bubbles came from below. A huge white shark was hanging over the pool and there was a lady holding a microphone while explaining some random things. Before long, a huge sea animal jumped out of the water, its killer jaws closing on the dead shark. A giant splash was made, soaking the entire auditorium with water.
A laugh bubbled out of your throat as the cold water hit your face, temporarily forgetting your hatred to Zach. With a teasing smirk, he shook the water out of his hair, splashing your face some more. Flicking some water with your hands, you almost yelped as the seats slowly began to go down, letting the people watch the mosasaur swim round and round.
A warm feeling twisted up your right arm and you looked down to see your and Zach’s fingers intertwined. ‘How long have we been like that?’ You asked yourself, a blush creeping up your neck. ‘Since the presentation started?’ But still, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hate the feeling.
Hands still intertwined, you, Zach and Gray walked back into the central area of the park.
“According to this, the triceratopses are… this… way…? Why are you guys holding hands?”
‘CrAp.’ You quickly brought your hand back, wiping it on your pants, a blush rising up to your cheeks.
“We were almost separated in the crowd,” Zach said with a shrug. “We didn’t want to get separated.”
“Right… well, the triceratops enclosure is that way, so…”
The three of you began to walk and you quickly pulled Zach to the side. “What the hell are you playing at?”
“What are you talking about?” the boy raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at his lips.
“You hate me one second and then you’re holding my hand the next! I’m not a toy, okay? You can’t just play with my feeling and think that it’s fine to do that!”
“I…”
“Look. I’m hungry. I want food and I never said that I would tag along to see the triceratops. So, I’m just going to go. Besides… I want to check out the gift store afterwards.” You offered a small smile. “Tell Gray, I said bye, okay?”
“(Y/N)-”
“I have to go. I’ll see you later… at school, or something.”
***
“Attention all park visitors. Please make your way to the central area of the park. For your safety, please act calm.”
That was the first warning that something went wrong at the park. The second thing was the fact that the gyrospheres closed more than 2 hours early. The third warning was that Zach and Gray were nowhere to be found and Zach wasn’t picking up his phone. Not that you expected him too after you spoke to him like that. But, ooh no, that’s not the last thing. Pterosaurs were swooping down from the sky and taking grown men into the sky. But that was the least of your problems. Right now, you had just narrowly escaped an incoming pterosaur and you were taking shelter in the gift shop. Talk about some relaxing holiday, am I right?
At that moment, you heard three very loud gunshots. Turning your head to the direction of the shelves, you could’ve sworn that one of the managers and one of the dinosaur trainers were kissing. You were just about to walk up to them when you saw him. Zach Mitchell.
Before you could walk out of the gift shop, a pterosaur dive-bombed you, knocking you into a shelf stacked with stuffed toys. A deafening screech filled your ears and you grabbed the nearest thing next to you, (a broken piece of a shelf), and stabbed the pterosaurs delicate wings. If there was one thing that ‘How to Train Your Dragon’ taught you, it was to destroy the flying animal’s wings. No wings, no escape.
The pterosaur screamed in pain, but that was all you heard before it was thrown off you by a very tall man and being shot by a woman. No freaking way.
“You good?” the man asked, lifting you up by a hand.
“I just got attacked by a fricken’ dinosaur. OF COURSE I’M NOT GOOD.”
“Woah, what’s going- (Y/N)?!” Oh. Oh, dear.
“Hi, Zach,” you managed meekly, giving a small weak chuckle. “How’s life?”
“You know each other?” The woman asked, flicking some of her straight red hair off her shoulder.
“Oh, yeah. And I have a lot of explaining to do.”
“Damn right, you do,” You snapped, pushing yourself up from the floor, holding onto your bloodied arm. “You go through more mood swings than me!”
***
Claire, Zach’s aunt, took the three of you into a… safer place to rest and calm down. Well, technically, a room with four velociraptors wasn’t exactly safe, especially everything that has happened the past 24 hours. You and Zach took a seat on one of the metal benches, you cradling your bandaged arm and him about to explain.
“I just wanted to say that the explanation is going to be really cheesy,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.
“Trust me; I’ve been through a lot worse. So please,” you rolled your eyes, cradling your injured arm, “do tell.”
“Blah, blah, blah,” Gray interrupted them both before they started to argue again, “just kiss already,” he said as he turned his face away so they couldn’t see him, in the state he was in. He couldn’t handle anymore fighting, any more deaths or any more dinosaurs. He just wanted his parents, he wanted his home, and he wanted to feel safe in somebody’s arms. Sure, he had his brother, but Gray didn’t want to bother him. After all, Zach was dealing with some pretty intense expectations from his not-so-nice ex, Gray felt like nothing more than a burden.
Your head snapped towards the younger boy, who looked so helpless as he sat on the bench, arms wrapped around him. He was shivering- from the cold or from the fear, even he didn’t know. Taking a few careful steps, you sat next to him, wrapping a reassuring arm over his shoulder.
“We’ll be okay. You’ll see. Owen and Aunt Claire will figure things out and you can go back to your parents when this is all over.” You said softly.
“But I want my parents now!” Gray huffed, not caring that he was acting like a five-year-old brat.
“I know. I want to see my parents too, but right now, we need to have faith in the raptors.”
“(Y/N)’s right,” Zach said softly. We’ll get through this. I swear.”
Gray sniffed but nodded, wiping his tears away with the cuff of his sleeve. “Okay…”
“Everything is going to turn out great,” you said, offering him a tissue. “You’ll see.”
Claire and Owen escorted the three of you into a truck as the Raptors were released. “You’ll be safer here,” Owen said. “Claire is at the front if you need anything. Water is under the bench seats, here are some blankets, now I have to go save the world.”
“Gee,” you rolled your eyes. “thanks.”
***
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” You demanded from the back of the truck as Claire made a sharp turn to the right. The back doors of the truck swung open, revealing two raptors.
“CLOSE THE FREAKING DOORS!”
“I CAN’T!”
“THEN DO SOMETHING!”
Thinking fast, Zach grabbed a hydrogen tank off the wall and pushing it off the edge of the truck. Charlie and Echo swiftly dodge to the sides, hissing and growling menacingly. Charlie ran ahead, only to be pushed to the side by Claire. Echo screeched, running to claim more victims.
Gray eyed the shockers on the side of the truck’s wall, prying it off its holder. Meanwhile, Echo came closer and closer to the truck.
“Turn it on!” You yelled, fiddling with the handle.
“I don’t know how!” Zach yelled back.
While they tried to get the shocker to work, Echo leapt onto the truck, clawing at the metal floor. You let out an ear piercing scream, just as Gray pushed a random button, a blue ball of electricity glowing at its end. Letting out a cry, the boy poked Echo with the electricity, the dinosaur flying off the truck. You lunged forward, grabbing hold of the back doors of the truck and forcing them closed.
“Are you guys okay?!” Claire asked from the driver’s seat.
“Hey, did you see that?” Zach grinned, leaning on the metal wall. A small smile graced your features as you felt his hand tighten around your waist.
“I can’t wait to tell mom!” Gray exclaimed, looking into the window.
“Oh, please, no, do not tell your mother about that, ever,” Claire managed breathlessly.
Gray smirked at you, ‘I am so telling her,’ he mouthed.
You laughed, “You do that.”
***
You waited impatiently on a bench, tapping your leg. It would be a while until your parents make it to Isla Nebular, and you really wanted them to hurry up.
“You okay?” Zach asked softly, stroking your arm softly.
“I… guess. I’m still a little freaked out.” You let out a humourless laugh. “I’ll be fine.”
“I’m really sorry, (Y/N),” he murmured, looking anywhere but you. “Everything I said, everything I did. I just…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “Never mind.”
“No, tell me,” you liked where this was going. “What’s on your mind?”
“There’s a reason why I was so mean to you.”
“And that is…?”
“I like you okay!” He threw his arms in the air letting out a sigh. “I thought that maybe I could get your attention. Look, I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking straight. I just really like you and I thought that maybe-”
You swiftly cut him off, by pressing your lips against his. “Wanna get ice-cream after school?”
“Definitely.”
Ontario Reign players take on the Oreo Challenge
*Disney Land tea cup ride*
Claire, Barry and Karen: *spinning camly while talking*
Owen, Lowery and Zia: *spinning faster while having an argument*
Zach, Maisie, Gray and Franklin: *flying past them, screaming*
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I'd love to see more drabbles about Zack Mitchell! :D
More Zack Mitchell coming your way ;)
“C’mon guys, the shows about to start!” Gray complains, tugging on Zack’s hand that wasn’t occupied by holding yours.
“We’re comin’ bud, why don’t you go ahead and grab us some seats,” with your permission Gray is soon out of sight as he weaves through the crowd.
“You’re so good with him,” Zack’s voice is nothing more than a mumble, and if you hadn’t have been pressed so close to him you probably wouldn’t have caught it.
“I’m so good with both of you, that’s why your parents let you bring your girlfriend on vacation with you,” your voice is teasing and he quickly catches on.
“Oh really? You’re good with me?” His eyebrow raises as he questions you.
At this point, you’ve both stopped walking, and are standing in the middle of the arena entrance. Hurried people push past you, annoyed at the inconvenience you two are causing. Neither of you care. In this moment, all that matters is each other.
“For sure. If they had a Zack Mitchell exhibition in this place, I would be the on site expert,” you tell him as you bring your arms up to rest on his shoulders. His find their way to your waist, pulling you so that your fronts press into each other.
“Well, Ms. Expert, what am I going to do next,” he tilts his head to the side, his eyes trace your features, stopping at your lips.
“You’re going to kiss me,” you whisper tilting your head up, as you eyes close. You’re ready, wanting his lips on yours, waiting for him to seal the deal. He leans down ever so slowly, and just as he’s about to iniate the kiss, lips barely brushing, he stops.
“Guess you were wrong,” with those words he breaks away from you and starts to walk away.
It takes you a moment to recompose yourself and shake the shock of what just happened off. When you do, you quickly catch up to him and grab his hand. Pulling him around before he can say anything, you collide your lips with his. It’s a short, simple kiss but it’s enough to leave him as dumb-founded as you were.
You pull away, a smirk graces your lips as you see the look on his face. Grabbing his hand you tug him along as you look for Gray.
