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absurdthirst · 5 months ago

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Headcanons for when the Pedro boys come home after a long trip and find out that reader has put on some weight? (Whiskey and Frankie are usually my favorites in these things 💖🥺🌸)

Coming Home To Find Out That You've Put On Weight:

**Female Reader

Javier Peña: He's not going to mention it. He's not stupid. He can tell you are a bit nervous, you tug your shirt down over the extra curves that you aren't happy with and you hesitate to get naked when he is trying to strip you down. He showers your neck and lips with extra kisses, pressing his aching cock against your soft stomach and growls that he has missed you and needs to be inside you. Gonna go a little harder with you though, more cushion for the pushing is the saying, right?

Ezra: Delighted. You haven't been living off bits bars and meager rations. Maybe a little greedy for the fact that he might get better meals than what he had been having since being away from you. Plus he is of the opinion that every form is beautiful; fat, thin, tall, short, it doesn't matter. Your cunt is still hot and clutches around him like a glove and in your arms, he finds the solace he craves.

Mando: Mando yearns for softness. Everything in his life is hard, unyielding. His armor, his creed, even his cot is hard as a rock. So when he comes back to the covert to find that you are softer, he loves it. You can't see his express, because the room is pitch black, but you can feel the eagerness of his touch. The moans even louder when he squeezes parts of you that are a little fleshier than before. It might be the quickest he's ever finished.

Frankie Morales: See, Frankie loves a thicker girl. Those thighs you hate? He loves them. They are soft and cushiony, a perfect place for him to lay his head down on while pretending to watch tv with you. He always falls asleep. That pooch over your pussy? Fucking loves it, constantly touching it. So when he was deployed for eight months and he came home to find that you had put on a little weight, it didn't bother him at all. He was still going to strip you down as soon as the kids were taking and nap and explore ever soft curve you have with glee and exhaust himself and you.

Pero Tovar: Another man who does not mind if your waist grows thicker or your body is softer. Pero loves it. It shows that you did not starve while he was away, a constant source of guilt and worry for him. He had left you enough coins to last and you had obviously been successful in your gardens and trapping animals like he had hoped. The weight you have added might have made you have to let our your dresses, but your tits are also bigger, so it's extra fun for Pero.

Max Phillips: Whistles when he sees you. For a moment, he thinks about making a sarcastic comment about the weight gain, but he can see that you are actually self conscious. Max might be an egotistical, vain prick, but he's not cruel to you. You are still sexy to him. "There's my little blood bag." He hums, sweeping you into his arms and kissing you before smelling your pulse. "You look good enough to eat." He growls playfully, even though you both know that he will feed off of you when he is done making you scream his name.

Agent Whiskey: Listen, this man can throw a grown ass man around with a whip, you think you gaining some weight is going to take the fun out of the rodeo? He doesn't give a shit what the number on the scale says, as long as you still ride his mustache and his cock, Jack Daniels will be a happy man. Plus, he likes the extra jiggle.

Marcus Pike: Understands completely. He's been talking to you on the phone, knows that you have been doing the quick and easy dinners and snacking more - he has too. He doesn't mind the extra weight, as long as you don't. If you complain about it, he will offer to go for walks at night when he gets home or go with you to the gym in the mornings before work. If you don't say a word, this man will just happily love you as you are.

Oberyn Martell: Immediately asks if you are carrying a child. He has been gone for two months and when he finds that there is weight on your stomach, he is smiling as he caresses your skin, hoping for another child. The only way this man is disappointed is when you tell him that you have had your bleeding consistently while he was away. Then he will pout. But only because there is not another Sand Snake on the way. Then he will just get busy making that happen.

Dave York: He's getting older and the fucking weight just doesn't come off like it used too. He hates running, unless he absolutely must, so it doesn't bother him. Not really. Does he have the stray thought that you weigh a little more when you're riding him? Yeah, but he knows better than to say that shit out loud.

Zach Wellison: Doesn't say a word. He notices, but it's not his place to say anything. He's been gone, and you've been doing everything yourself. He just kisses you and asks how you have been while he's been gone.

Dieter Bravo: Doesn't really recognize you put on weight. He's just happy you are still here when he gets home, and you want to fuck him. He's greedy and needy in bed all at the same time, but after the deed is over, he's soooooo comfortable cuddling into you that he calls you his new pillow and drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face.

Javi Gutierrez: He notices. He notices everything about you. It doesn't matter to him. You are still perfect. You are still the woman he adores. Coming back from filming his latest screenplay is a relief and he is over the moon to be reunited with you. His love for you is pure and real, it's not even going to matter if you gained weight to him. He just has more of you to love.

Max Lord: Max is one who loves appearances, so this is something that you worry yourself sick over. The 80s is a time where everyone wants to be supermodel thin and gaining weight is heavily frowned upon. So you are a wreck when Max comes home from the super secret trip that he had taken. Only to find that he is completely unaware that anything has changed. He's too focused on being successful.

Marcus Moreno: Doesn't care. Are you healthy? Are you happy? If not, then he will help you however you need. If you are, then he is happy. He loves you and completely understands that bodies change over time. He's not wearing the same size Heroic's tac vest he was a few years ago, and it's not because he's gotten smaller. He's still gonna find you irresistible and slap your ass when he walks by you in the kitchen every morning. Maybe even more so now.

Tim Rockford: All the evidence points to the new flavor of cookie you've discovered. It's a good cookie. Tim is just happy to be home, that case took way too long to solve and he just wants to curl around your thicker frame after he's made you cum and sleep for a week. He doesn't care about weight, he's home and the case is solved.

Joel Miller: Doesn't bother him a damn bit. You still fit into your clothes, although they are tighter. Joel cares about you, not what size you are. There are more important things to worry about as long as you are healthy.

Marcus Acacius: It's been two years since he has seen your face. The memory of your last kiss, the last time he made love to you, has carried him through the campaign that had taken so many Roman soldiers. You look gorgeous to his weary eyes, a safe harbor to take shelter in. The plumpness of your new body does not take away from the way he needs you. This is a man who is just happy to have come back home to you.

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wardenparker · 11 days ago

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In the Still of the Night, ch 5

Zach Wellison x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Grown up and looking to the future, Zach Wellison and bunkmate Shane Morrissey are working for a new cruise line that offers its guests a vintage Vegas experience on the Mediterranean. The romantic atmosphere is rubbing off on many of the crew members, and Zach finds himself to be no exception when he meets the beautiful lead singer of Shane's band.

But being wrapped in the seductive arms of an atmospheric cruise is a far cry from real life. How will their relationship fare on dry land? They can't know unless they try.

Rating: E for Explicit 18+ Word Count: 5.7k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this story include: Cursing, alcohol, food, cooking, eating, discussion of clothing/costumes. Mentions of prison time served, mentions of past homelessness.* Somnophilia (consensual), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, morning sex, discussion of sex. Summary: A few weeks into your relationship with your soulmate, new steps lie ahead. Notes: These babies make me so stinkin' happy.

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4

It takes no more than a week for you to really understand how bad you have it for Zach. The butterflies of this new relationship have only intensified, and every night you snuggle deep into his arms wondering honey how you could have gotten so lucky that have a soulmate this wonderful.

There’s a profound sense of peace that has come with discovering you are his soulmate. A soothing of his soul that he never realized was as turbulent as he now knows. Even as hard as you both work, as tired as he might be, nothing is as relaxing to him as having you curl onto his chest in the tiny, single person bed you manage to share while his fingers brush up and down the smooth curve of your spine. “You sounded good tonight.” He praises, “but that’s every night. The crowd was eating it up.”

“Love songs are a lot easier these days,” you admit, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. “Seems obvious, I guess, but it’s true.”

“Miguel told me that the next cruise is already booking up for dinner every night.” He huffs. “Reviews are through the roof.”

“That’s because your food is fucking amazing,” you remind him, humming softly as his fingers graze up and down your spine.

“Most of the reviews have focused on the vibe of the club.” He gives you your dues. “And that’s all because of you, baby.”

“Neither of us can take a compliment.” It’s something you definitely have in common since you’ve noticed it plenty since you started dating and discovered your soulmate status. “But we love to give them.”

“It’s hard to accept that there might be some redeeming qualities in me.” Zach admits quietly. “But I refuse to see anything negative about you. It simply doesn’t exist.”

Leaning up on your elbow, you drop a kiss on his lips and sigh. “Ditto.”

He smiles softly at you, wearing his heart in his eyes but he doesn’t care. You seem to feel the exactly same way by some miracle. He reaches up and caresses your cheek and down your neck. “I got so fucking lucky with you.”

Turning your head to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist is easy, and you smile against his skin before lying back down on his chest. “You’re amazing. I just want to help you see that.”

“God, I could never imagine being here a few years ago.” The sounds of the engine room are muffled but almost melodic when combined with the sound of the water against the outer hull. The rooms for the crew are below the waterline, but Zach doesn’t mind that. There are worse places to sleep.

“Can I ask…?” Zach always says you can ask him anything but this is sensitive. When he nods you bite your lip and continue carefully. “What happened? With discharge and everything, I mean?”

He knows you deserve to know. “Nothing bad.” He promises, twisting his head and looking up at the ceiling as he tries to figure out what to say. “I wasn’t kicked out or threatened with the brig.” He sighs softly. “I went over to Iraq with my unit. My friends, my brothers.” His voice gets softer. “I was the only one in my squad that came home alive.”

“Shit.” You squeeze him gently, your arm around his waist holding onto him like an anchor and a promise. “I’m so sorry. I—I can’t imagine how hard that must have been for you.”

“I felt guilty- I still feel guilty.” He admits, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m not special, why did I live and they didn’t?” He’s not looking for an answer, because there isn’t one. “Rodriguez was married to his soulmate. Had a fucking baby on the way.” He closes his eyes. “Fucking IED made sure he never met his little girl.”

“There’s no good answer to why some people come home and others don’t.” It doesn’t help anyone to pretend to have a great insight here. You asked for Zach’s story, and you’ll support him through it. Just keeping it simple. “I can only say that I’m grateful you came home.”

“The worst part?” He closes his eyes. “All of their wives knew. Down the fucking second, when their soulmates died.” He huffs. “Didn’t need the knock at the door to know their worlds were shattered.”

“They knew the risks,” You remind him gently. “That doesn’t make it better, I know.”

“Not a fuckin’ bit.” His tone is ironic. “I blamed myself. How could I not? Everyone asking me to tell them about that last day, those last minutes before the world went to shit and we—” he swallows harshly. “I felt like they blamed me. Hell, I blame me.” He admits. “If I had seen something, maybe they would still be here.”

“I’m sure that if there had been a sign to see, you would have.” Unable to undo what was done that day, the best you can do right now is to reassure him. Remind him that it isn’t his fault, because you’re absolutely certain it wasn’t.

“I still felt guilty, couldn’t look them in the face.” He knows a lot of it was projection, but he couldn’t help but feel like they hated him for living. “Stopped visiting, talking to my buddies that were left.”

"It's whole new world out there, baby." You promise him, the tone of the night reduced to quiet murmurs between you. "You don't have to walk through any of this alone anymore. The memories or the hard times, I mean."

“I don’t think I would have been a good soulmate back then.” He loves touching you, finding comfort in it as he strokes your skin. “After the grief came the anger. I was angry. Angry I lived, angry that I felt abandoned, even though I was the one pushing people away.”

"Maybe there's a reason we haven't met until now?" It's the most encouraging thought you can give him in this moment and you hope it helps. "Maybe this is the right time and the right place for us."

“On a cruise ship in one of the most gorgeous locations in the world?” He smiles. “Seems like a dream to me.”

“You think the Powers That Be just wanted it to be romantic for us?” You smile a little at the sweet idea. “I like that.”

“I think you deserve romance.” He chuckles quietly. “And I’m not the most naturally romantic kind of guy.” He shrugs one shoulder. “Need all the help I can get.”

“I don’t think that’s true at all.” With one hand you brush his growing hair out of his eyes and smile. “You’re more romantic than you think you are.”

He’s pleased by that answer. “Yeah?” He hasn’t done much, but if you think that he’s romantic, then he must be doing something right.

“Wasn’t it your idea to sit and watch sunrise yesterday morning because we both had to be up early and you wanted to start the day in a way that didn’t feel frantic?” When he had said it at first you thought he was joking, but no — you had really gotten out of bed together early yesterday morning to slip off to his favorite hiding space and watch the sun rise over the Mediterranean Sea together. It was incredible, so perfect that you had almost teared up.

“It was.” He admits, happy you had thought that was romantic. He has simply wanted a peaceful moment with you and it was his favorite way to spend the sunrise.

“Well, it was pretty damn romantic,” you tell him with absolute certainty.

“As long as you think so.” He leans up and kisses you. “That’s all that matters to me.”

“I absolutely do.” And steal another kiss before he can lay his head down again.

He's calm with you, peaceful. That part of him that thinks the worst or sometimes drowns out the positive is quiet. Filled with you. He’s slept better in the weeks that you’ve been wrapped up in his arms than he ever had before. “What’s your schedule tomorrow?” He asks. “Bingo again?”

"Actually?" You grin at him lazily. "The cabaret cast is doing bingo tomorrow. I have the afternoon off. What time do you have to be at the club?"

“Weeeeelllllllll.” He grins. “I’m planning on getting off the ship to go to the local markets.” He tells you. “Want to be my helper?” He is allowed to go to the local markets to pick out fresh ingredients whenever he feels it’s necessary and he wants to get some fresh caught fish.

"Ooo, a shopping date?" The grin on your face spreads wider. Learning about Zach's work has shown you how deep his passion for cooking really goes. The fact that he sort of fell into a culinary career and has ended up loving it is so wonderful to see. He really lights up talking about work. "Absolutely!"

“Good.” He chuckles. “We can sleep in since the market won’t be open first thing.”

"What a treat." You laugh quietly, wrapping your arm around his waist again to get comfortable. "That means I'll have time to wake you up creatively."

“And how do you want to do that?” Your sex life is amazing and he is blown away that someone as sexy and incredible as you wants him.

"Where's the fun in telling you now?" Teasing always comes with a raised eyebrow, and in the shine of the nighttime through the windows you grin at him all over again. "It'll be whatever I dream up. A surprise for both of us." The conversation about consent had happened early on, with both of you agreeing that being woken up for sex was high up on your list of pleasurable experiences.

“Now I’m ready to go to sleep so I can wake up.” He jokes with a snort.

"Let's do that, then." Anytime you can make him smile it counts as a victory in your book, and you press a kiss to your tattoo over his heart. "So we can both have excellent dreams and an even better morning."

Zach smiles softly. “Goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight, baby.” Your mind is already half drifting off, sleep taking over, and you lay your head down with a contented sigh. “Love you.”

Zach’s eyes pop open, heart pounding as he absorbs what you just said and the weight of it settled down over him like the warmest blanket. He tightens his hold on you and sighs softly. You’ve already drifted off to sleep so he’s just talking to himself right now. “I love you more.”

******

Morning comes too soon for all the wonderful dreams you’ve been having lately, but the trade off is that you get to wake up in Zach’s arms. It’s a more than fair trade, in your opinion.

He’s still sleeping when you open your eyes, snoring softly with the blankets mostly kicked off because he gets warm in his sleep. It does, though, give you a gorgeous view of that reliable morning wood he sports every day without fail, and you hum to yourself.

He’s already on his back, so why not climb on top?

Zach hums in his sleep, shifting slightly when you move. Used to the occasional times when you get up during the night to pee or grab the water bottle he keeps on the desk. So he doesn’t wake up just yet.

It doesn’t hurt the situation that you have consistent dirty dreams about Zach. It means that you wake up just as ready as he does, so that when you carefully sit up in bed to straddle his hips and sink down on his length, you’re drenched and wet with wanting him before you even sit up in bed.

The second you clench around him, Zach wakes up. His eyes aren’t even open but he knows what you’ve done. Moaning your name, he reaches for your hips with a sleepy smile as he finally looks up at you. “Good morning to me.” He rasps out.

"Good morning, gorgeous." It's easy enough to bend over and kiss him, keeping the motions of your hips fluid and intimate as you move on him in the morning light.

“Jesus.” His breathless curse is against your lips and he twitches inside you. “Can you wake me up like this every morning?”

"Maybe." You laugh against his lips, the sound only barely less raspy than his voice as he groans. "Only on mornings I don't use my mouth."

“But then maybe I wake you up using my mouth.” He poses. “Make it even.” He’s woke you up with his fingers and his cock, but not his tongue so far.

"Anytime, baby." Zach is an enthusiastic pussy eater, and that is never an offer that you're going to turn down.

“I want to- fuck—” you grind your hips down and squeeze his cock tight inside your molten walls, making him lose his train of thought. He groans and then tries again. “One night- that dress.” He manages. “In the club. Eat you out on stage.”

"Fuck." You almost lose your rhythm with that image presented to you, and your hips stutter at the thought. "The red one?" You know exactly which dress he's talking about. You have a dark red satin gown with a high slit up one thigh and a low neckline. The band always gets the best tips with that dress.

“Yessssssss.” He twitches again, his eyes darkening with lust at the thought of you in that dress. He’s imagined it many times but he’s just now gotten the courage to say something about what he wants. “Imagined laying you out on the stage.”

"I'll rip out the fuckin security cameras," you promise him, shivering with the fantasy. His hands have found your hips and are keeping your rhythm steady, but you swear you want to suggest throwing on robes and running to the club right now to play out the scene.

“You would be so loud in there.” He teases with a grin. “But it would be worth it. My baby is gorgeous when she’s cumming.”

As if to prove his point, the moan you let out when he snaps his hips up is deep and vibrates through the both of you with surety. "Then—fuck— make me cum, baby."

Zach plants his feet in the bed and holds tight to your hips. Rocking his hips up in desperation, wanting to hear your cries and feel you clench down around him. “Tell me how good it feels.” He grunts.

Your babbling brook of words runs over, always ready to praise and encourage him. Always ready to curse and moan and cry his name out into the day or night. With him you somehow always feel fuller than ever before, and you will happily tell him every time how good he feels inside you. How he feels like he was made just for you.

Zach loves praise, but there is something so satisfying about the panted, breathless praises you give him while he’s deep inside you. As if you can’t get enough of him. Mirroring that same needy mess he always finds himself twisting into for you.

Mornings spent like this always send you both into a sort of trance. Dissolving into such adoration for each other that it's useless to think of anything else. There is an extra layer to it this morning, for you at least, with words you dreamt of the night before still swimming in your mind. This isn't the right time to tell him you've fallen in love with him — not while he's literally inside you with both of you on the verge of cumming. But you'll be damned if your heart isn't pounding in your throat as you think it as loud as you can.

Reaching up, Zach cups the back of your neck and drags your head down to plaster his lips against yours. The knowledge of your sleepy confession has him even more sure of himself and he groans into your mouth.

It sears both of you for the same reason though neither of you is aware of it, snapping more connections into place and tangling you together even further.

His arms band around you, rocking up into your body as he pushes you both towards the edge of bliss. He moans softly when you grind down on him as he thrusts up. “Cum for me.” He begs.

It barely takes more coaxing than that. It barely takes more than those deep, long kisses and the way you desperately grind into each other for you to unravel for him. You cum with a shaking, gasping cry and smother the sound into the crook of his shoulder so his neighbors won't complain about the noise.

“That’s it baby, fuck, that’s it.” Zach groans softly, overwhelmed by how perfect you feel. Rocking up into you to work you through your orgasm and work himself towards his own.

“Cum for me, gorgeous.” It’s his turn to have encouragement, even as you feel nearly limp against his. “Feels so good when you fill me up.”

“Fuck baby.” He whines your name and his fingers dig into your flesh. “You can’t— you can’t say shit like that and expect me to last.”

A deep, throaty giggle bubbles out of you and you nip at Zach's neck under his ear where he likes it most. "Don't want you to last," you coo in his ear. "I want you to cum."

It’s not hard to give in, not when you are practically begging for him to. He twitches deep inside you and feels his belly start to pull taunt. “Fuck— I—fuuuuuuuuck.”

You talk him through it, murmuring honeyed words in his ear and letting your fingers trail up and down his back as he slowly floats back down to earth. It's practically a bragging right that you can feel the warm, sticky combination of the two of you dripping from your pussy.

"Shit." You sigh happily. "You're amazing."

“That’s you, baby.” He buries his face into the crook of your neck and breathes in the scent of you. Warm sleep, sex and your unique scent is probably his favorite scent in the world. He would bottle it up if he could. “I’m so goddamn lucky you love me. Don’t know how the fuck I got so lucky.” He mumbles into your skin.

"How...?" Impulsively, you almost draw away from him. Just to look into his eyes. But you exhale shakily instead — laughing at yourself. "Am I that transparent?"

“No.” Zach frowns slightly, wishing he hadn’t said anything. “You said- right before you went to sleep last night.”

"I said that out loud?" There is a thread of embarrassment in your voice, very thin but it's there. Instead of shame, though, you are all laughter. "I only meant to think it very loudly. But I guess..." You turn your head to kiss his cheek. "I can't be upset about it when it's the truth."

“I love you too.” He promises softly. “More than anything else in the world, I love you.”

"I love you so much." It feels like a star bursting in your chest to be able to say it, though you did not even realize you had been holding it back.

It makes him sigh, a soft, dreamy sound as he feels like he could float up and away into the clouds. The smile he gives you when he pulls back is positively beaming.

"Two weeks." You laugh softly, feeling giddy as you return his bright smile. "I can't believe that's all it has been."

“The best two weeks of my life.” He agrees.

"It feels like forever and no time at all." Something which continues to mystify you every single day.

“I never understood that when someone else said it.” He admits, chuckling at his own inexperience with soulmates. “But I do now.”

“It’s weird,” you admit, snuggling into him. “But I love it.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles softly. “How do you—” he hesitates, knowing that it might be a little too soon. It’s only been two weeks after all.

You raise your head to look at him “How do I?”

He bites his lip. “It’s too soon and if you tell me it’s too soon I completely understand.” He promises before he takes a deep breath. You arch a brow at him in confusion and he blows it out. “Howdoyoufeelaboutpossiblytalkingtothequartermasteraboutgettingasoulmatecabin?” He rushes out in a quick hodgepodge of words, stringing them together nearly incoherently.

“Absolutely.” There is nothing there for you to think about. No wiggling of pros and cons. No debate. Only the way your heart pounds and your cheeks burn thinking of getting to be with him all the time. “Yes. One hundred percent.”

He had been expecting you to baulk. To have some – valid – reasoning on why you should wait, so his expression is completely astonished when you spit out your answer so quickly. “Yes?”

“Yes.” You stretch to kiss him, lingering in that moment and breathing him in. Your soulmate.

He grins again, like a kid who’s woken up Christmas morning to find everything on his Christmas list under the tree. “Yes.” He nods. “We can— I’ll talk to him today.” He promises. “So he might come talk to you.”

“The only thing he’s gonna hear from me is how much I want to live with my soulmate.” The two of you sit up together, tangled in blankets and grinning like idiots. “Shane can stop bitching about us kicking him out.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “Diana is getting a little antsy to talk to him alone.” He admits. “I would normally go to my spot for a few hours to give them some privacy. Or just go to sleep.”

“This is payback for all the times I’ve left the apartment to give them privacy,” you assure Zach, not worried all that much. “They’re great roommates but our place is tiny and they’re loud.”

“So you figure it’s our turn?” He hums, slightly amused by the idea.

“Oh, absolutely.” Even in the midst of giggling, you can’t stop kissing him. Zach is completely addictive in his own unique way. “No question.”

“If we don’t like it, we can always change it up.” He reminds you softly. “Just because we are soulmates doesn’t mean you will like living with me.”

“The same goes for you.” Although you don’t think it will turn out that way, it’s good to try to be realistic. “If I have some habit you can’t stand living with then we need to talk about it. Okay?”

“What? You are as perfect as you appear and small woodland creatures come and clean the house everyday while you sing to them?” Zach snorts. “I’ll be fine.”

“Oh yeah,” you roll your eyes at him and pretend to huff but end up laughing. “The woodland creatures love commuting to a cruise ship.”

“Seagulls and rats?” Zach jokes, shrugging one shoulder. “I guess we can’t be picky out here. But I draw the line at an octopus making the bed.”

“The octopus will be very disappointed to hear it, but I’ll let them know.” This lightness he has, the levity to balance his more serious moments, is so welcome. It’s such a comfort. “I really do love you,” you murmur, almost sighing. “So much.”

“Still don’t know why.” He huffs softly. “But I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“You definitely shouldn’t.” A smirk splits your face, and you turn to get out of bed. “Especially since I’m about to suggest we shower together.”

“God, is it bad that I hope that the soulmate suites have a bigger shower?” He groans, although he’s already nodding.

“They might.” You waggle your eyebrows at him. “I heard some guys on the last cruise pretended to be soulmates to get one.”

“Now that’s a little fucked up.” Zach snorts, although he’s not exactly opposed to it. You do what you have to do sometimes.

“That’s how nice they’re supposed to be.” The shower in the room he currently shares with Shane is barely big enough, but it’ll do. At least for now.

“Then we will definitely have to talk to the quartermaster.” He hums as he follows you out of the bed. Is it fair that soulmates have better accommodations? No, but nowhere in life is completely fair.

******

It’s after you get back from the fish market that the quartermaster comes to find you. You’re on your way to the club to warm up when you’re stopped in the hall but a man you’ve only met once or perhaps twice before, but his uniform is enough for you to be sure of who he is.

“Good afternoon.” He smiles slightly as he glances down at his clipboard before he says your name. “Do you have a moment to discuss your quarters?”

“Of course.” It takes a slight gathering of your skirt — you wore the red dress that Zach fantasizes about tonight and it has a small train — but you pop down from the stage and other the man a seat at the nearest table.

“Zach Wellison has requested soulmate quarters with you.” He starts off, looking up to gauge your reaction. “Does that sound right?”

“Yes.” The sleeveless dress with its low neck shows off both your tattoo and Zach’s neatly, so you don’t have to worry about revealing proof or anything like that. “We discussed it very recently and he volunteered to be the one to put in the formal request.”

“I see.” He glances at the tattoos and looks down at his notes, finding that they match the description of the ones he had been shown by the chef. “Well, I see no reason to deny the request, unless you have no wish to cohabitate?” He lifts as brow as he looks up at you. “Forgive me, but I like to make sure that no one feels pressured to share a cabin with their soulmate.” He explains kindly.

“Of course, and it’s reassuring to know that you’re looking after your staff so well.” Not everyone gets as lucky as you and Zach have, even if they do find their soulmate. You know that. “But I do very much want to live with him.”

“Of course.” He gives you a soft smile. “Congratulations on finding each other.” He offers before he signs off on the paper and stands. “You will have a cabin assigned in the next two days.” He explains.

“Thank you very much for your time.” The door of the club opens again as you stand to shake the quartermaster’s hand, and the rest of the band pours in. Shane raises a knowing eyebrow at you, but Keo, Rick, and Cliff all look suitably confused.

“Something wrong?” Keo asks, turning towards the quartermaster as he walks out of the club.

“Not at all.” As short as the conversation was, you still feel like you need to stretch. “Just working something out with the quartermaster.”

Shane smirks. “Awesome.” He hums, aware of what that might be and the fact that he doesn’t have to find other places to crash every other day. He likes your roommate, but he felt it would disrespectful to Diana to share a room with her.

“It should make things a little less complicated.” It hasn’t exactly made your relationship with River an easier these last two weeks, but she has been great about understanding how important the beginning of your relationship with your soulmate is. This will take the strain off of things and let your friendship with her be easy again.

“I don’t understand.” Rick huffs, not exactly the most observant of the group.

You laugh, clapping your bandmate on the shoulder. “I’m shacking up with my soulmate, Rick. It’s all good.”

“Really?” His eyes widen and he grins happily, knowing how much you deserve to be in love and thrilled for you. “That’s great! When’s the wedding?”

"One thing at a time. We're moving in together plenty fast, no need to race to anything else." Is it maybe starting to be a fantasy that leaks into your dreams from time to time? Maybe. But that's why it's so important to have living together be the next step.

He chuckles softly, as if he’s not convinced and shrugs. “I’m still surprised that Shane and Diana haven’t tied the knot yet.” He admits and absorbs the halfhearted shove from his bandmate. “She wanted to get through her residency.” Shane huffs, although it’s more that he wants to be able to significantly contribute more than her wanting to get through the toughest time of becoming a doctor.

Keo smirks, putting on an over-the-top, dreamy voice. “It’ll be a winter double wedding. With the Rockefeller Christmas tree in the background.”

“It might be.” Shane huffs, secretly pleased with the idea of a gorgeous winter wedding to his soulmate. Bright lights and white snow, such a difference from his goth phase. “White tuxes with greenery for the lapels.”

“You gonna make us wear tuxes?” Cliff complains but the underlying grin in his voice says he’ll do it wear whatever Shane wants.

“Hell yeah.” Shane snorts, rolling his eyes. “And put your hair up in a ponytail.”

“We’re gonna make you brush it,” you tease, knowing Cliff will hate that.

“I don’t need to do a thing to my hair.” He shakes his mane out as if to prove it.

“You need to use conditioner.” Keo points out, rubbing his fingers through his own soft hair. “Anyway, it’s all moot. Our job is to do what the brides tell us, right?”

“It would be his wedding too.” Cliff scoffs. “Not just Diana’s.” He looks over at you. “Or yours.”

“I never said a word about me getting married,” you remind them. Both of your hands are held up in innocence. “Not seriously.”

“Oh please.” All of the guys scoff. “We all know you secretly dream about the white picket fence, two point five kids and a dog running around the yard.” Rick teases.

“Two point five is a weird number of kids and it sounds traumatic, so I’ll stick to just one or two.” It isn’t a secret that you want a family. A loving partner and kids and a home to call your own. You don’t disguise the fact that you want it. It’s just never really been a possibility with any of the people before Zach. And nods that you have someone you can see it with? Yeah. You’re absolutely dreaming about it.

“Three.” Keo predicts with a grin. “I can see you wanting to be outnumbered.”

“Three is…” You sigh softly, realizing you must look ridiculously dreamy and besotted. “It’s a lot. But I don’t think I would mind.”

“See? I told you.” He chortles and reaches out to bump your shoulder playfully. He is happy for you and it’s amazing to see you dream about more than your career.

“Shut up.” Even though you huff at him, you bump his shoulder back and grin. “I’m as surprised to see me this happy as the rest of you, for the record.”

“You kind of deserve it.” Cliff jokes. “Just a little.”

“Only a little.” Rick agrees, smirking when you laugh and huff at them both.

The group laughs and Shane shakes his head. “Okay, okay, we have more pressing issues to worry about than this.” He reminds you all. “What are we playing tonight?”

“What are you in the mood for?” Keo asks, sitting down at his drum kit.

“I’m not sure.” Shane always defers to you for the set considering you are the one who knows what your voice can handle. “What were you thinking?”

“Tribute nights always go over well. A Night with the Rat Pack or even Elvis. That First Ladies of Jazz theme we did a few weeks ago went over well, too.” There have even been adventurous nights where you do full scores from some musicals. Those are best with specific crowds, though.

“Well, you let me know what you want to sing.” Your library of musical talent is vast and he loves pushing the band to match it.

When the other guys all seem to feel the same way, you suggest a Rat Pack themed night and start warming up. Zach likes Dean Martin a lot and you won’t pass up the chance to sing for him.

“Okay.” Shane starts to shuffle through the sheet music and put it in order. He knows that the music is loaded onto the iPad that is on the stand, but he prefers to also have paper copies. “Sounds like we have about fifty minutes of performance here.” He announces. “Any other songs or you want to wing it and entertain them?”

“How do you feel about a piano and vocal moment?” You look around at the guys curiously. “Moon River or In the Still of the Night? Something gentle and sweet.”

He chuckles softly. “You are so sentimental now.” He teases playfully. “That sounds good to me, you decide.”

“We’ll see what we’re feeling? About halfway through the set.” You nudge him though, and don’t even feel bad for a Moment. “You can’t tell me the introspective love songs don’t have you missing Diana.”

“Every damn night.” He admits shamelessly.

“Then you tell me.” The two of you share a small smile of mutual understanding. You understand Shane a whole hell of a lot better since you have your own soulmate in your life. “Whichever song makes you think of Diana more is what we’ll do.”

“In the Still of the Night.” He smiles as he tells you, “that’s the song we should play.”

“Absolutely.” It is the right choice, and you can feel it too. Because Moon River is a dream. A sweet one. But In the Still of the Night is a singer who can’t get their mind off of loving someone — not at all. And you have never understood that more in your life.

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munsonownsmyass · 11 months ago

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Movie night

Zach Wellison x reader

Warnings: none, really. Just some fluff and some pining idiots.

Notes: This is my first time writing for Zach, so I'm not sure if I've nailed his character. But I do really love him, so I'm really happy that @boliv-jenta asked for a Zach fic 😁

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Words: 936

”Are you sure you want to do this?” Zach asks, his voice laced with concern. Always so worried, but your mind is made up. You really wanted this and there was nothing he could do to change your mind.

“I’m sure.” you give him a determined nod.

“Alright. You set the movie up, I’ll get the snacks and drinks.” Zach gives you a sweet smile, shaking his head as he walks away. He had a hard time understanding why you’d want to purposely make yourself scared.

Maybe it was silly, but there just was something about horror movies that drew you in. Not that you had watched many in the past, but after Zach became your roommate, it happened more frequently. Knowing he was there made it easier to watch them.

In the living room is a pull-out couch which always comes in handy on movie nights. You guys would make a little bed full of pillows and blankets, turn of the lights and of course get snacks. You have just finished setting it up, when Zach comes back and put the stuff on the little tray table you brought just for nights like this.

“Which one is it today?” He asks softly, eyeing your little setup with a smile.

“The Conjuring. I’ve heard it’s good. Apparently based on real events, which just makes it more scary.” You chuckle, putting on a brave face, but Zach looks right through it. So he just smiles softly and sit down, patting the couch beside him.

It doesn't take much more than 15 minutes before you slowly inch closer to Zach. He puts his arm on the backrest, just waiting for the first real jumpscare and like he predicted, you scream and nuzzle into his side.

“That didn’t take long.” Zach chuckles, gaining a slap on the gut from you.

“I hate you.” You mumble with a grin, focusing on the screen again.

“No, you don’t.” Zach smiles, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. And he’s right. You could never hate Zach. Quite the opposite, actually. Not that you’d ever tell him, though.

For now, you just settle for snuggling closer to him, letting his arm fall around you, his hand landing on your midsection.

“Oh shit!” You squeal and quickly bury your face in Zach’s chest. He just chuckles and squeeze you a little tighter, knowing this would happen again. “Don’t laugh. Aren’t you scared?”

“No, sweetheart. I’ve seen worse.” Zach grins and take a sip of his beer. While pulling you a little closer to him, Zach looks down. He’d never admit it if you asked, but he loved whenever you wanted to watch horror movies, because you always ended up like this. Snuggled into his side, needing him to protect you.

Ever since the day you met, you offering a struggling guy a meal, Zach had liked you. Too sweet for your own good, kinder than most and funny. You never once saw him as a homeless guy, just someone you had things in common with.

And now you were here, a year later, roommates and he was madly in love with you. He wouldn’t risk saying anything, afraid you wouldn’t feel the same and things would turn awkward, so he settled for this. Horror nights with you hiding in his nook.

When the end credits finally roll over the screen, you breathe a sigh of relief. It was finally over. But it really hadn’t been too bad, since Zach was there.

“It’s getting late. Maybe we should-”

“No!” You interrupt Zach, giving him a pleading look. “I... I need to see something fun before I can sleep. Please?”

How could he resist your puppy eyes? Zach just chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “Alright, sweetheart. But only if I can choose what to see now.”

You don’t remember much more after that. Zach put on a Disney movie, but which one didn’t matter. What mattered was you in Zach’s arms, the place where you always felt safe.

You wake up sometime during the night, needing to pee. But as you try to get up, Zach squeeze you tighter, mumbling for you not to go. “Got to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” You grin and make it quick.

Returning to the pullout bed, Zach instantly pull you into his embrace again. Night like these were gold to him too, having close always made him calmer, would keep the nightmares at bay.

“This is nice.” He mumbles as you settle in close, not fully awake.

“No other place I'd rather be.” You reply, feeling flustered as his hand comes to rest on top of yours. Daring to look up, you meet his gaze. Those beautiful chocolate eyes finding yours in the dim light.

For what seems like an eternity, you just look softly at each other, no words needed. Zach is the first to break the silence.

“I like you.” He says with a hint of worry in his voice, worried you won't say it back.

“I like you too, Zach.” And then, you do something you never thought you'd be brave enough to do. Cupping his cheek, you lean in closer and kiss him softly. Just a quick, sweet kiss, but it still manages to set your body on fire.

Zach’s heart beats so fast he fears it might burst through his chest. Happiness isn't a strong enough word to describe what he's feeling right now, finally having kissed you.

For the first time in a long time, you've made him feel peace. Finally, he feels at home.

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daddy-dins-girl · 9 months ago

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Pedro Boys Alignment Charts Masterlist

Alignment Charts:

Pedro Boys "Tasked With Buying Your Period Products" Pedro Boys "As Tops and Bottoms" Pedro Boys "Every Friend Group Has..." Pedro Boys "During a Fire Emergency" Pedro Boys "Nice Argument. Unfortunately," Pedro Boys "Don't Fuck This Up" Pedro Boys "Dad(dy) Matrix" Pedro Boys "& Stabbing" Pedro Boys "Lawful/Neutral/Chaotic" Pedro Boys "Feral/Sad/Angelic" Pedro Boys Respond to "I love you." Pedro Boys "Character Tropes" Pedro Boys "Gay/Depressed/Horny on Main" Pedro Boys "Dad/THOT/Bastard" Pedro Boys "bring some Coke to the party" Pedro Boys "Zombie Apocalypse Team" Pedro Boys "Playing Monopoly" *bonus* Playing Monopoly TLOU edition Pedro Boys "I Want a Baby" Pedro Boys "As Babysitters" Pedro Boys "As McDonald's Dads" Pedro Boys "in a horror movie" Pedro Boys "Cinnamon Rolls" Pedro Boys "5 Kids, 3 Chairs"

Headcanons:

Pedro Boys "Ideal First Date" Pedro Boys "McDonalds Order"

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bluestar22x · 2 months ago

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Finding Eden: Chapter 5

Summary: You and Zach seek shelter and realize your feelings

Pairing: Zach Wellison x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Pining, romantic revelations, smut (unprotected/pull-out method), mentions of cum, fluff, fowl language

Word Count: 4,250(ish)

Author's Note: This took me longer to write than I wanted it to, but I'm so excited about this chapter for obvious reasons.

xxx

You thought it was a mirage at first, the distant cabin a brown blob that appeared and disappeared with the snow that was being wildly blown every which way by the whirling wind.

Caught in a snowstorm for days, despite the winter gear you'd collected over the last few weeks, you and Zach were unbearably cold and starving, the seasonal weather making it more and more difficult for you to keep comfortable and find enough food.

Athena fared better than either of you did in the elements, but inside the tent, in the middle of the night, you could hear her stomach rumbling just as loudly as yours was.

Signs of human civilization, or what was once, had been few and far in between since December began, and it only got worst as you entered the pristine wilderness along the British Columbia/Yukon border.

When you realized the cabin wasn't in your head you grabbed Zach's arm by the elbow and pointed it out. He was as relieved as you were to find it, but apprehensive. You wouldn't be able to stay long if you couldn't find food in the area or the cabin itself.

"At least we'll have shelter from the storm," you said as you approached the front door.

"At least," he agreed, twisting the handle.

The door didn't budge.

"It's locked."

Zach took a knife out of his pack and shattered its window without hesitance.

"Hopefully there's some nails around to help repair that," you commented.

"It was that or spend another night freezing outside," Zach told you as he walked into the cabin. "And there's a fireplace."

You barged in, gaping at the fireplace in the center of the decently sized cabin. "Holy shit! Now I'm convinced I'm dreaming."

Zach chuckled. "Want me to pinch you?"

"You'd better not," you warned, wandering around the place to examine the rest of the interior.

The cabin had a three room set up, the main room acting as a kitchen and living room combined, the second smaller room a bedroom with one twin bed, and a tiny bathroom that was squeezed between them. It wasn't anything to brag about, but it was much better than the tent.

"Looks like we can stay a while," Zach declared over his shoulder and you turned to join him in the kitchen, finding him standing by the cooking stove, pantry open. Over two dozen cans of a variety of foods were lined up inside.

"Unbelievable," you murmured before breaking out into a grin. "Dibs on the beef stew."

"There's more than one," he pointed out.

"I know."

He huffed. "Fine. I'm not big on it anyway."

He headed for the door and you frowned. "Where are you going?"

"There must be an axe around here somewhere," he replied. "I'm going to collect some wood and get a fire going so we don't have to eat cold food. Could cover the broken window with some of the pieces."

You nodded. "I'll see what else I can find in here while you do that."

He tipped his head back at you and glanced down at Athena, who was still standing on the doormat, shaking lingering snow off her body. "Stay here. Blijf."

She woofed quietly and let him by, watching him go just as you did.

Once he'd left, you started rummaging for supplies in the kitchen. There wasn't much besides the cans, some old water bottles and a twelve pack of beer that was probably too old to be any worth drinking. You'd smelled expired beer before. It had been truly awful.

You had better luck with non-kitchen items. There were several throw blankets in a storage bin by the two person couch that was facing the fireplace, medical and grooming supplies of all kinds in the bathroom, and a pocket lighter in the night stand alongside...

A pack of unopened condoms.

You felt your cheeks heat up, not because you were prudish, but rather because your first thought seeing them involved Zach. That he could probably use them.

With who? It's not like he's interested, you reminded yourself for the thousandth time.

You quickly snatched up the lighter and shut the drawer, heading back to the living room to throw yourself down on the couch. It was cold despite being made of fabric, but it was comfortable, well worn in a good way.

You'd have helped Zach outside, but you were wiped out, and what was supposed to be just two minutes of rest on the couch turned into something much longer when you dozed off and only stirred when he reentered the cabin.

"You won't believe what I found outside the shed out back," he said as he stomped snow off his boots at the door.

You rubbed your eyes and stood. "You found multiple axes?"

"Better."

He reached out for the main light switch by the door and flicked it on. To your astonishment the yellow light fixture above you activated.

Zach beamed at the stunned expression that formed on your face. "We have electricity. And running water, as long as the pipes haven't frozen yet."

"How?"

"There's a generator," he told you, some excitement, hope, seeping into his voice. "And there's propane to refill it once it runs out. Enough for most of the winter if we're mindful of how much we use it."

As if to lead by example, he shut the light back off.

"I'll shut it completely once we're all settled in here."

"Are we thinking of staying the whole winter?" you inquired, raising your eyebrows.

He shrugged. "There's a lake out back. Fishing poles in the shed. If I can find some success in ice fishing, maybe. It would delay us, but it would be safer. If Eden exists, it'll be there in the spring."

You nodded. He was right, and you weren't in a rush. Time was one of those few commodities you had, after all.

"Anything else in the bag?"

Zach smiled a little mischievously and pulled an artificial spruce tree out of his pack. It was barely a foot tall and ran on batteries, seeing that he was able to turn on the multi-colored lights without plugging the decoration into the wall. There were only ten lights and they only came in red and green.

"No way!" you laughed. "That is the saddest Christmas tree I've ever seen outside Charlie Brown's! It's kinda cute."

"You mentioned last week that you miss Christmas," Zach said. "I found this in the shed in an insulated storage bin. Figured since we'll be at the cabin through the rest of December, at the very least, why not bring it inside?"

You beamed at him, warmth spreading through your chest at his thoughtfulness. "Thanks. Let's set it over the fireplace?"

"Right in the center of everything," he noted approvingly. He centered the tree on the stone top of the fireplace and stepped back so you could both take in the view.

"Perfect," you declared at the same time as he did, leading you both to glance at each other then laugh off the tense moment.

Tense because you'd both let your eyes wander to each other's lips, and you'd both noticed. There was no question.

You backed away, needing time to absorb the new information you'd just gathered. "I'm gonna go check if the water's working. Cause if it is, I'm showering."

Zach nodded. "I've got to start the fire, so I'll wait. But after I get that going and I stack the extra logs I cut up, it's my turn."

"Won't get argument from me there," you said teasingly as he walked back out, knowing full well you smelled just as bad as he did, though not as bad as Athena.

You ripped your least offensive clothes out of your pack, a navy blue sweater, a pair of jeans, and undergarments, then charged for the bathroom, shutting it quickly behind you. Athena, who had slipped in with you, watched with a curious look on her face as you turned the sinks' handle and jumped for joy when water started flowing out.

It wasn't long before you'd stripped down and stepped into the shower. It was lukewarm at best, but it was running water, and the pressure wasn't even half bad. You took a minute to soak in the shower head spray then hesitantly hurried to shampoo your hair and scrub your body with a proper wash cloth and body wash. It was Old Spice, but you didn't care. It smelled better than you had in a long time. It felt amazing to get that clean again.

While you were rinsing yourself off you even dragged an unsuspecting Athena into the stand up shower and washed her off with some of the shampoo, something she didn't appreciate very much, whining and trying to get away the entire time.

"Big, bad, military dog," you teased as you struggled to keep her in the shower long enough for the water to wash the suds out of her fur. "Who knew you'd be scared of a little water?"

After you both were all set you released her and wiped yourself up with a towel before drying her off as well.

"Don't go rolling in shit tomorrow, okay?" you said sternly. "This is the only towel getting dog fur on it, you hear?"

Athena barked like she understood and you turned away from her to focus on getting dressed and brushing your teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes hidden in the top sink drawer before opening the door back up.

Your eyes immediately found Zach standing by the lit fireplace, observed how he waved his strong hands in front of the flames and you were struck by how handsome he was once more, especially in the orange glow of the flames, even with the scruffy beard he'd been sporting since winter had begun.

You really needed to talk to him soon. Clear things up between you two, even if it was awkward. Knowing he felt something too, having seen the desire in his eyes as he studied your lips, it changed things.

You had to know if he wanted more than friendship with you. If he was interested in taking things to the next level, and if it wouldn't be just a brief physical act. You couldn't be a no strings attached person. You weren't built that way. Either you'd be a couple or you wouldn't be.

It wasn't time to ask though, not yet.

"Your turn."

Zach looked up at you quickly then down at the dejected wet dog at your heels. He smirked. "I see Athena wasn't spared."

"She sleeps with us," you told him. "No way she was escaping it."

"Just glad I didn't have to do it," he said as he passed you to enter the bathroom, his pack in hand.

"You should be grateful," you called over your shoulder. You reached down and scratched the top of Athena's head. "But it was worth it, right, girl? Don't you feel better?"

The dog glanced up at you with an almost incredulous expression on her face.

You chuckled. "Come on, let's go warm up on the couch together."

The shower was more refreshing than Zach could've hoped, remembered, really. The last time he'd used one had been in his trailer back in California, and he'd started to forget what it was like to freshen up indoors rather than in a river or lake.

The warm water running trails down his body relaxed him, let his mind wander. But ever since he'd met you, whenever it did, all he could think about was you.

He finally had his answer, the look in your eyes had been undeniable, but he didn't know what to do with that. It wasn't like he could ask you out on a date. You were already living twenty-four hours a day with each other, even shared the same sleeping quarters. And yet he didn't want to dive straight in for a kiss. He just had to wait for the right opportunity, he figured. Let it all happen organically.

Zach stepped out of the shower and dried off, clawing at his beard after he'd done so.

It was time to shave the damn thing. He'd kept it for wind protection but if they were going to stick around the cabin for a while, and since they had so much supplies on hand because of it, it was no longer useful in his eyes.

He'd let it get too long for the razor though, and the bathroom mirror was missing. He'd have to ask you to trim it with scissors before using one of his razors on it to keep it from dulling. It wouldn't be the first time you'd done him that particular favor, so no big deal, right?

Dressed in the cleanest plaid shirt he had, maroon and white checkered, and blue jeans he exited the bathroom with damp hair he'd yet brushed down and a pair of scissors in his right hand.

He found you sitting on the couch with Athena by your side, sharing what was left of a can of beef stew you'd heated up in the microwave with her, allowing the dog to eat from the bowl once you'd had your share.

"Oh, I see, I can't have the beef stew but the dog can," he teased.

You rolled your eyes at him, but you were smiling. "I left you a bowl of your own on the counter, big baby."

His expression turned grateful. "You didn't have to do that."

You shrugged. "It was a big can. I'm not used to eating portions like that anymore."

Zach knew it was more than that, but didn't press. "Before I get to that, can you trim my beard?"

"Getting itchy?" you inquired knowingly.

He nodded and you patted the spot next to you on the couch that had been vacated by Athena in her search for the water bowl you'd put out for her.

He took the offer, sitting down and turned slightly towards you so you had easier access to both sides of his face.

He avoided your eyes as you worked, not wanting to be tempted, drawn in by them. You were doing him a simple favor a friend would do, nothing more. He didn't want to take advantage of your close proximity; it didn't matter that you shared feelings for him.

He didn't expect you to reach out and tug at his wavy hair almost absentmindedly midway through the process.

His eyes met yours questioningly when you did so.

"While I'm at it, do you want me to trim your hair?" you asked. "It's getting over your ears."

He cleared his throat, it suddenly having gone dry. "Uh, yeah, that would be good."

It took a few extra minutes, but was worth it. In the end, even without having yet shaved his face smooth, he was feeling a whole lot more like himself and not so much like the caveman he'd felt like he was becoming.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

The tension between you was almost palpable.

He broke it by standing up and returning to the bathroom to finish the job, leaving you alone with the scissors still in hand.

Once Zach had disappeared back into the bathroom to finish his grooming, you stood to bring the empty bowl you'd shared with Athena into the kitchen to rinse it out and label it as her official food bowl, not keen on the idea of using it after she had, no matter how cute she was.

You had time to shove Zach's cooling bowl of stew into the microwave before you heard her whining at the door and had to let her outside to do her business.

Waiting for both Zach and Athena, you busied yourself in the bedroom by unpacking some of the items you'd need that night and shaving your armpits, the only place on your body you still shaved even after the world ended. It just didn't feel right to let it grow out, even after having gotten used to your legs being unshaved.

Zach reappeared before Athena, clean shaven for the first time in weeks, just as you returned to the living room.

"How does it look?" he inquired, arms spread out in that what-do-you-think gesture.

"Good," you replied, giving him a thumb up. You secretly thought Zach looked good no matter if he had facial hair or not.

He approached you and rubbed his cheek. "Did I miss any spots? I didn't take my knife out to use as a mirror."

Without thought you boldly reached out to grab his face and examine it.

"No rough spots," you concluded, your eyes happening to meet his again.

His gaze was more intense than you’d ever seen it before. Your breath caught. "Zach..."

His lips were on yours without a moment's notice, already moving against them, needily. You responded in kind, thrown by the suddenness of it, but excited that it was actually happening. It felt a little surreal after all the time you'd spent around him, fantasied about him, all while assuming he did not feel the same way.

Zach deepened the kiss languidly, savoring the taste of you as his hands wandered up the length of your clothed spine, and you hummed happily, completely and utterly focused on his pleasant touch. His hands were so warm and broad like his shoulders, his mouth soft.

When you eventually dared to break the kiss, you grinned at him. "I've wanted that for a long time."

He ran his hands up your arms to hold them at the elbow and nodded. "Me too."

"Really?" you questioned, head tilting back slightly. "It's not just because I'm the only woman you've seen in months?"

He shook his head and caressed the edge of your lower jaw with the fingertips of his right hand. "Far from it. I've been admiring you from the start. Always thought you were strong and beautiful."

You scoffed. "Strong? You've had to protect me from the moment we met."

"You survived alone for a time before that," he pointed out, "And you refused give up when those men attacked you, even though you were outnumbered. You also took care of me when I got shot, and you have never complained once about your feet being sore the entire time we've been traveling together, even when you got that blister on your toe."

"Only cause I didn't want to slow you down or give you a reason to leave me behind," you admitted.

Zach traced your lips with the pad of his thumb and his expression turned dead serious. "I would never."

The deep tone to his words sent heat coursing through your body. You crushed your lips against his and pulled yourself to him as he lead you backwards towards the couch, to the nearest comfortable spot to lay down.

You pressed a palm to his chest when you felt the back of your knees brush against the solid furniture and gazed into his bright eyes, searching them for intent. "Zach, if we do this," you said a little breathlessly, "I won't be able to keep my feelings out of it. I can't..."

He cupped your chin gently, interrupting you. "I won't either; I don't want to," he promised.

You believed him, heard the sincerity in his voice, saw it in his dark yet expressive orbs. You bridged the gap between you two to kiss him again and what came next was a blur as you almost frantically peeled off each other's layers of clothing before letting yourselves fall onto the couch, Zach hovering above you, supporting his upper body with one hand as the other slid slowly down your bare skin, making its way between your thighs.

You parted your legs readily as he felt you there, pressed his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves and crooked two of his other thick fingers inside you, the sensations you felt from the contact making you buck into his touch, urging you to seek more contact, more friction, harder.

You stared up at him as you fell apart by his calloused hands alone, and he covered your mouth with his greedily. You could feel how tense his body was against yours, could feel his stiff length brushing against your center, and a thrill passed through you knowing how much making you feel good had turned him on.

You embedded your fingers in the hair at the back of his head and you folded your legs over his lower back, securing them around his waist and tilting your hips up invitingly. "Zach..."

"You want me?" he asked.

You nodded feverishly. "Yes." The desperate tone in your voice had him groaning and he wasted no time lining his body up with yours, eyes still on your face.

With a gentle roll of his hips he buried himself inside you, stretching you out so perfectly you whined, a sound that compelled him to seek out your mouth again as his free hand found your lower back. He helped you arch up towards him as he began thrusting into you, eyes scanning your face for every micro reaction you had to his movements.

A quiet moan slipped from you and you squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on the glorious friction he was generating. It was like second nature for you to move your body in time with his, taking him in satisfyingly deep.

Being connected to him that way, so intimately, that was why you had followed Zach, why you had ignored your blister and kept putting one foot in front of the other. It wasn't just because you had hope for tomorrow, or because you simply refused to give up and die. It was also because even without Eden's existence, life wasn't void of good things, stolen moments, even after the apocalypse.

The friendship you'd had with Zach had been good, would have ultimately been enough, but having something more with him, to be the one he desired, the one who got to see him slowly fall apart, neck straining as he fought against giving into his ecstasy before you could come a second time, that was dreamy. For the first time in a long time you didn't feel like you were just surviving.

You canted your hips even more and your breath hitched when the new angle allowed Zach to nudge the special spot inside you head on, making your toes curl.

In the past, when you'd been intimate with other men, it had taken a fair amount of time before you got anywhere close to your breaking point, but not that night, not with Zach.

Maybe it was because of the dreams you'd had, maybe it was because of all you'd been through together, or maybe it was because he was really that good, but whatever the case, Zach's steady pace wound you up at an intoxicating speed, the pleasure overwhelming you, causing you to desperately claw at his smooth back with your blunt, chewed up nails.

You dug them in when you finally crested, a drawn out moan accompanying the waves of bliss.

You opened your eyes back up in time to see Zach quickly remove himself from you to find his own release, clenched jaw going slack as his body shuddered, as he called out your name, voice raspy, his heaved breaths tickling your neck. He took a moment to wipe up the cum that was dripping down your thigh, his, with the undershirt he'd discarded earlier, then molded himself back to your body, resting his head on your chest.

You weaved your fingers with his and he stared up at you, eyelids drooping, heavy now that he was spent. Your stomach flipped at how sweet he looked, his expression soft, more relaxed than you thought him capable of.

"It's been a long time since I had someone like you in my life," he admitted drowsily. "It's nice."

"Just nice?" you questioned playfully.

He chuckled lightly. "More than."

He was about to dose off in your arms, your hands roaming his lean body absentmindedly, when whining and persistent scratching at the front door startled you both out of your peaceful trances.

You'd totally forgotten Athena was still outside. You were immediately grateful she hadn't interrupted beforehand.

Zach groaned loudly and pushed himself up onto his feet. "I'll get her."

He strolled over to the door in all his naked glory and wrenched it open, letting in a blast of cold air he made sure to avoid by hiding behind the door. "Come on in. Hurry up."

Athena shot inside, shaking her body furiously as soon as Zach shut the door behind her, trying to rid herself of the melting snow in her short coat.

"Glad you didn't run into anything bad out there, but you couldn't have waited a little longer?" he asked her, eyes narrowing.

"Better now than a few minutes earlier," you reasoned as you tugged the couch blanket over your body to keep warm.

He pursed his lips. "True."

"Besides, you have soup in the microwave," you added. "You need to eat it before it rots. And you need to turn off the generator for the night before we waste too much fuel."

"And what are you going to do?" he inquired, lips pulling back humorously.

"Clean up the sticky mess that you left on my thigh."

You were pretty sure you heard Zach growl at your statement.

You smirked. Mission accomplished.

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Dutch to English Translation:

Blij = Stay

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