#Zach justice fluff

[samandcolbyownme]

Could you do the one bed trope and make it so smutty even god satan would blush if he read it 😈

Timeline | Zach Justice

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, unprotected sex, hair pulling, choking, biting, scratching, teasing, oral (both), squirting, creampie, consented picture taking, Zach being Zach, jokes, some fluff and heavy filth

Enjoy!

１１：３４ ＰＭ

You were excited to join Tara on the East coast for her live Dropout shows.

You weren’t excited about always being in close proximity with Zach. He just got under your skin and annoyed you in all the wrong ways, and he fed off of that.

Always getting you going to the point you end up bitching at him, rolling your eyes and shaking your head when he hits on you.

Although, you did find yourself liking him the longer you were around him, and it was getting harder for you to deny that you thought Zach was attractive - because come on, just looking at him is enough to make anyone wet.

“Do you want me to take your bags?”

You look at Zach confused, “Um, no. Why?”

He furrows his brows and then sighs, “Oohh, right yeah. Okay.” He looks around before he looks at you, “You were left the odd man out, so you’re with me for the night.”

Your arms drop limp at your sides, “You waited.. until now to tell me?”

You turn and look at Tara and she raises her brows, giving you a, you’re welcome, bitch, look because you drunkenly admitted one night that you thought Zach looked good, so she took it and ran with it.

A little too far, you thought.

But you were tired. You flew all day, you just wanted do shower and go to bed.

“Fine. Here.” You give you bags to Zach and he smirks, “Dibs on the bed.”

“Ooo.” You press your lips together, “Fuck you.”

He shrugs, “Hey, catch me at the right time and I’m open to anything.”

You roll your eyes, fighting back a smirk, “Why are we stuck on this side of the hotel?” You ask as you step onto the elevator.

Zach shrugs, “I think these are the only ones they had in a row, ours starts a new floor.”

“That’s weird.” You shake hour head, “Whatever. I’m tired. I call dibs on getting a shower first.”

“We could just get a shower together.” He smirks and you roll your eyes, “You say that to every girl.”

The doors to the elevator open with a ding and Zach shrugs, “Would it make a difference if I told you I made Tara put you with me?”

You scoff, looking over at him, “Why? You think I hate you.”

“Do you?” Zach asks as he unlocks the door. You swallow as he looks back at you and you laugh, “Well, I don’t, love you.”

Yes I do, You think as you walk in, turning around to wait for him to set down your bags. The door closes behind him and he looks down, “Oh, I think you do.”

Fuck.

You go to take your bag, but he holds onto it and you huff, “I swear to god Zach. Just let me go-“

You stop, biting down on the inside of your cheek as you purse your lips, “Fine. If you want to play this game. Two can play.”

He shakes his head, giving you a confused look until you slip your sweatshirt up over your head, revealing your bare chest and skin Zach has only ever dreamed of seeing.

“Did I finally shut the Zach Justice up? Wow.” You tease as you walk to the bathroom, “That wasn’t an invite by the way.”

You leave him out there speechless as you close the bathroom door fully before you go turn the shower on to allow the water heat up as you take off the rest of your clothes.

You get in, allowing the hot water to wash over your body and you can’t help but let out slight groan.

After flying all day, this felt so good.

And you were going to sleep in that bed, too.

１１：５４ ＰＭ

As you finished up, you turned the water off and opened up the door. You reached out grabbing the towel and drying off some before stepping out.

You slipped the robe on from the back of the door and twisted your hair up in the towel before walking out, “Shower is free.”

Zach looks up from the chair and nods.

You can’t help but smirk, “hm.”

“What.” Zach snaps as he walks by, stopping right behind you. You glance over your shoulder, “Nothing, it’s just so weird when you’re not running your mouth. I mean.”

You turn around, looking up at him, “It’s soo peaceful, don’t get me wrong but still.. weird.”

He rolls his eyes, “Mm, well maybe if I wasn’t distracted by figuring out what that whole ordeal before your shower was.”

You shrug, “You continuously get under my skin.. I wanted to have a turn for once.”

You turn around, bending down to dig your pajamas out of your suit case. Zach watches as you stand back up, shaking his head as he turns to walk towards the bathroom.

You turned around, staring in the direction of the bathroom wondering to yourself why that didn’t get him to touch you.

Even when you said it wasn’t an invitation, it really was and he should have known that, well. To you at least.

You roll your eyes, undoing your robe before you take your hair out of the towel. You bend down, pulling a pair of lace panties up your legs before taking off your robe and replacing it with an oversized tee.

You set your towels on the floor and grabbed the tv remote before crawling into the bed.

As you were clicking through the channels, Zach comes out from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist as he stares at you. You glance over at him and you don’t realize you’re staring at first, but how could you not.

His hair still wet and slightly dripping down onto his skin that was still hot, he had steam rolling off of him.

He smirks and you blinked a few times, looking back at the tv, “It’s a big bed, Justice. You can share for one night.”

You hear him chuckle, which causes a smirk to raise the corners of your lips. You clenched your jaw as you notice Zach drop his towel in your peripheral vision, “Mm I see. Taking notes from the better player huh.”

He pulls up his shorts and turns around, flicking the light off as he walks over to the other side of the bed, “You seemed to enjoy it, might as well see what the hype was all about.”

He pulls the blankets back and gets in, moving down to get comfortable.

“Uh huh. Okay.” You reach over, your shirt riding up as you set the tv remote down. Zach glances over, catching sight of the slight lace sticking out and he fights back a groan as he looks away when you lean back over.

１２：１０ ＡＭ

You let out a sigh as you cuddle up into the bed, facing away from him, “Goodnight, Zach.”

Zach keeps his eyes on you for a few seconds, and you can feel it, “Mm, goodnight, sweetheart.”

Your stomach does the little flip and all you can think about is how he is right fucking there.

No, no.

At this point, you’re in a game of cat and mouse, basically waiting to see who cracks first.

You lay there, pretending like you’ve fallen asleep until you actually do doze off.

１２：４７ ＡＭ

Zach laid there, staring at the back of your head while he half listened to the tv in the background.

He wanted to so badly move over and pull you away from the edge of the bed and into his chest, and even though you wanted him to, he still didn’t know that.

His mind kept bouncing back and forth at how you acted before your shower and getting into bed with him, especially dressed like that.

He let out a quiet sigh and moved a few inches across the king sized bed towards you before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

０２：２６ ＡＭ

You lift your head, looking around slightly confused before you turn your head the other way, catching glimpse of a, slightly closer Zach, snoring quietly in the tv light.

You bite your lip, moving just a tad bit closer to him, shuffling the blankets around your body before you fall back to sleep.

０３：０９ ＡＭ

Your eyes fluttered open, moving around the darkness of the hotel room.

You could tell Zach was closer to you, but you couldn’t tell how close. You slowly rolled over, reaching over to blindly feel around for the tv remote.

As soon as it’s in your grasp, you move to switch the tv back on. Your head snaps over at Zach who starts to stir around, “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You whisper, reaching over to set the remote back on the nightstand, “I can’t sleep without tv, I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine, sweetheart.” He mumbles in a sleep yet sexy raspy tone that makes your heart flutter.

You nod, even though he can’t see you, in response and try to subtly move back down to get comfortable.

After tossing and turning for a minute or two, Zach shifts around and lays on his side to face you, his arm stretches out over your thighs, “C’mere.”

You stare at him for a few seconds and he opens his eyes, squinting one of them to block out the bright white light from the tv, “Am I going to have to drag you over here?”

You shake your head, scooting over to slip in against his body.

Your back to his chest.

His arm resting under your head as his other arm lays over your waist, securing you against him and it’s not long before he’s back to snoring softly.

０３：３２ ＡＭ

Your eyes move over the city lights out the window, once again. You move your head, letting out a sigh as you try to sleep again.

For the last 20 minutes or so, you’ve been unable to sleep. One thing on your mind and you were now itching to get it.

You bit down on the inside of your lip as your hips slowly moved back to grind against Zach’s crotch.

Nothing.

You pouted slightly as you decided to give it another go, this time a little bit harder.

No response.

You pushed your ass against his crotch once more, rolling slightly until you felt his cock rest perfectly on the line of your asscheeks.

Your bit down on your lip, slowly grinding your ass up and down harder as you rest your head on the pillow, fighting back an impatient whimper.

Right when you’re about to stop, Zach’s hand presses down onto your waist, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, babe.”

You smirk, turning your head slightly when you feel his cock twitch against your ass, “Did I catch you at a good time?”

Zach rolls you over and your lips are instantly on his as you lay a hand on his neck, “Anytime is a good time for you.”

His hand pulls your leg over his hip and his hand slides around to push your hips to meet his, letting out a groan when he grinds up against your lace covered pussy.

You gasp, “What took you so long?”

Zach chuckles, “Wanted to see if you’d break first.”

You roll your eyes, smiling as you lean in, “Well, looks like you won.” you peck his lips, dragging your nails down his chest and torso.

Zach pulls you onto him, making you straddle his lap, “I knew you loved me.”

You grind down onto him as you lean down to kiss up his neck, “The flirting with the other female guests stops now.”

“Stopped the minute I saw you.” Zach smiles and smirk down at him, “As it should have.”

He rolls over, pushing your shirt up and kissing the, still new to him, area of skin, groaning as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

You gasp out, fingers lacing through his hair, “Zach.” You look down at him, watching him suck on your boob before he moves over to the other one, giving it the same treatment as the other.

Moans escape your lips and you tug on his hair, earning a groan from him.

０３：４８ ＡＭ

He kisses up between your boobs before skipping over your bunched up shirt to attack your neck. His hand slides down, caressing your hip before he slips a finger in and drags it across the waist band of your panties, “Did you put these on specifically for me?”

You bite your pointer finger, looking up at him as you give him a shrug, “Maybe. Do you like them?”

Zach smirks, leaning down to kiss down to the hem of your panties, “They really are sexy.” He pulls them down your legs, “I’m more interested in what’s under them at the moment.”

You smirk, spreading your legs as soon as they are over your ankles. Zach slides his hands up the back of your thighs, pushing your legs back before he moves down and leans in.

You gasp when you feel his tongue slip inside of you, hand moving to slap onto the back of his head, “Fuck, fuck.”

He groans against you, fingers digging into the back of your thighs as he indulges in the taste of you for the first time.

Your back arches off the bed, hips trying to roll as you feel like you need more, “M-more.” You whimper out, “Please.”

Zach lifts his head just as you look down at him and you let out a moan, pulling him up for a kiss.

He crawls up, plopping his body down on yours as he lets you attack his lips. His hand slides up your side, coming to a stop as he grips your boob.

You bite down on his lip, earning a groan from him, “I’ve thought about you..” You whisper, catching his attention.

He lifts his head, breathing out, “When?”

Your eyes bounce from his lips to his eyes, “When I wanted you but couldn’t have you.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, “Please, that was your fault for not calling me.” He look at you, “I would have even settled for a random picture.”

“A picture, huh?” You lean in, “Still want one?”

He looks at you, a look of shocked excitement on his face, “of course I do.”

You bite your lip, “My Polaroid camera is in my suitcase.”

“That picture is going in my wallet.” Zach pecks your lips before scurrying off to get your camera. He pulls out the lenses to turn it on as he climbs back over top of you.

０４：０２ ＡＭ

He straddles your thighs and leans over slightly to allow light from the tv to guide him on where to hold the camera.

You bite down on your lip, holding your shirt over your chin. You blink as the flash quickly illuminates the room and you look up, watching as Zach takes the small picture and shakes it.

He looks down at you and as soon as his eyes meet yours, it’s like something switches within you both, and both of your little devils have come out to play.

You slip your shirt off over your head, grabbing the camera to take a picture of your boobs, your arm loosely holding them together.

“Goddamn.” Zach groans as his eyes scan up and down your body, “I should have just cracked, dammit.”

He his slide up your body as he leans down, kissing up your naked body beneath him, “Could have had you like this sooner.”

He kisses up your neck, “Could have known that you taste so much better than I ever fucking thought.”

Zach swearing is such a turn on.

You slide a hand up to his neck, squeezing gently as he pushes his shorts down his thighs and in one swift motion, his cock is slowly slipping inside of you.

０４：１１ ＡＭ

He groans lowly as you gasp, your walls squeezing his cock in a tight welcome while your hand squeezes harder.

“I could cum right now.” Zach mumbles, jaw going slack as he pulls out and slowly thrusts back in. You let out a whimper, smirking at how he brings his hand up for you to squeeze harder.

Now your jaw is slack, watching Zach melt into your touch, “I knew you were a slut.”

He furrows his brows, shaking his head slightly, “That’s crazy.” He brings his hand up, pinning you down by your throat, “I thought the same thing about you.”

You smile, eyes rolling back as his thrusts speed up, “Fuck, yes yes yes.” You whine out, back arching off the bed as you feel yourself growing closer to orgasm, “S-so close.”

Your hand drag down his chest, leaving red lines on his skin from your nails. He pulls out and your eyes snap open, words flying from your lips from the sudden loss, “You could have came in me!”

０４：２６ ＡＭ

Zach raises his brows, “I’m not done.” He moves his hand, indicating for you to roll over onto your stomach, “But it’s good to know you want me to do that.”

You feel your cheek heat up at the thought of what you said, but you loved the idea, “Just as long as we have time to get another shower before we meet everyone.”

Zach delivers a smack to your ass and you let out a slight yelp, looking back at him over your shoulder, “A simple yes would have worked.”

“Didn’t you like that?” He tilts his head and as you go to answer, another quick smack is delivered but to your other ass cheek, giving it a matching print as the other.

“Just shut up and fuck me.” You roll your eyes and within a second, Zach’s hand is around your neck and you’re gasping for air, “I guess..” Zach chuckles and presses a kiss just below your ear, “I can tell you that I absolutely hate when you roll your eyes at me.”

You part your lips to try and speak, even though you know it’s useless, but Zach’s cock thrusting back into you cuts off every thought you have in this very moment.

“The only time I ever want you rolling your eyes is when I’m making you feel good, understood?”

You were caught off guard by Zach’s sudden dominating demeanor.

Yeah, you have thought about it, and you mainly could only bring yourself to believe that Zach was goofy and had the occasional moments of seriousness.

But fuck, was this better than you could have ever imagined.

He groans lowly in your ear, your eyes fighting to stay open as you feel him push his hips fully against you, his cock pushing in as deep as it can go, “Did you think of me when you touched yourself?”

He loosens his grip and you squeak out a weak, “Yes.”

He drags his hand down to your hip, giving it a squeezed, “Tell me what you thought of.” Zach continues to slowly thrust his hips and you whimper out, “I-I.. you, me.”

“C’mon baby, you can do it.” Zach whispers as he brushes hair from your neck, “I know you’re not shy with me.”

“Fuck, Zach.” You moan out, trying to push your hips back to meet his, “Us, having sex, doing this.” You turn your head towards his and he presses his lips to your cheek, “that all?”

Zach’s thrusts were painfully too slow for you at this point, “N-no. No.” You squeeze your eyes shut, fighting then urge to roll your eyes, “I think about your hands, especially when we’re on set and you grab that mic.. I think about your hands on my body instead..”

You gasp at the sudden change of pace, gripping the sheets as you realize your dirty talk is getting you what you want.

“You think of me like that on set?” Zach asks, shocking surprised.

You nod, furrowing your brows as you squeeze his cock, “I think of how they would feel inside of me.” You bite down on your lip, “Mouth or pussy.”

“Fucking Christ.” Zach groans lowly, slipping two of his fingers into your mouth.

04:45 AM

You moan as your tongue swirls around them, bringing your one hand up to lay on his wrist.

His thrusts pick up before stopping abruptly. You’re rolled into your back and the fingers that were once in your mouth are shoved into hour soaked cunt.

You gasp, arching your back as Zach’s fingers immediately curl upward, “Doin’ so well for me. Look at you.”

He reaches up, fingers gripping your chin. You pout slightly, moaning loudly as you feel yourself getting closer than you’ve been to your peak and you needed it so bad.

Your lips part and Zach takes the opportunity to slip his thumb between them. You wrap your hand around his wrist, moaning around his thumb as you suck.

“Good girl.”

Your eyes open at his words and he smirks, his head shooting down to your pussy as you feel a sudden, and literal, gush of pleasure.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You tense up, Zach’s hand sliding down to your neck as he returns his gaze to you, “That was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed with my own eyes, holy hell.”

You bite down onto your lip, smiling shyly as he spread the new wetness over your pussy. You sit up slightly and he meets you halfway, attacking your lips as his fingers slip back inside of you.

“My turn.” You breathe out, moving to sit up onto your knees. Zach’s hands find their place on your hips, pulls you into him as he squeezes.

You slide your hands down, pushing him back to break apart the action, “Lay back.”

Zach moves to lay on his back, one arm tucked behind his head while his other rested on the bed next to his thigh.

He pulls his lip between his teeth as his eyes follow you, watching as you lay between his legs as your eyes ogle his cock that’s resting against his stomach.

You flip your hair from your face and a sharp breath exits Zach’s lips as you gently move to wrap your hand around him, slowly pumping your hand as your swipe your thumb over his achy and leaky tip.

You lick your lips before parting them to accept his cock between them. You close your eyes as Zach’s low groans fill the room.

You feel him brings his other hand down to gather your hair for a makeshift ponytail before it returns to the spot behind his head.

A sudden jolt of his hips causes you to gag and Zach can’t help but chuckle, “Taking me so well.” He breathes out, panting as you work up a solid rhythm for bobbing your head.

He gasps, whimpering slightly as your tongue laps at the underside of his cock, “F-fu-“ his grip tightens on your hair, earning a muffled whimper from you.

“Shit.” Zach throws his head back, back arching slightly off the bed before his hands are moving you off of him.

He leans forward, crawling down to meet your lips, “You’re so fucking good at that, too.”

You smirk within the kiss and next thing you know, you’re bend over again.

His hands on your waist, pulling you back into his cock with a groan. Your fingers gather the sheets and you grip them hard as Zach’s thrusts aren’t soft and sweet.

They’re rough and dominating, he practically has you screaming into the sheets you’re holding onto for dear life.

He slides his hand against your scalp, gathering as much hair as he can before yanking your head back, “Let me hear how good you feel, sweetheart.”

All you can do is moan, and loudly at that.

You push your hips back into him, clenching around him as you feel yourself working on your next, and hopefully your last orgasm - you were getting tired, and you most definitely needed sleep after this.

０５：２５ ＡＭ

“Almost there.” Zach groans as he leans forward, forehead resting on your shoulder as he continues to jolt your body forward with each one of his thrusts.

Zach’s head leaves your shoulder, but only for both of his hands to slide around to the front of your neck. You moan as you tilt your head back, allowing him more room to grab.

He pulls your upper body up, railing into your as your back arches from the overwhelming pleasure. His hands on your neck tighten, cutting off your moans which turn them into weak whimpers and squeaks.

You feel that tightening band in your belly snap and your body falls as far forward as Zach will allow.

He moves his hands to your shoulders and you gasp, head falling down as he uses the grip on your shoulders to pull your body back into his. He groans, hips stuttering as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

You moan at the feeling, whimpering when your body is laid on the bed.

You keep your eyes closed, trying to steady your breathing and you feel the bed dip down beside you. Zach leans down, pressing a kiss to your temple, “Let’s go for a shower, sweetheart.”

Zach’s voice is soft and gentle, along with his touch.

He slides his hand up and down your back, “You alive?”

You laugh, pushing yourself to roll over and look up at him, “I’m just shocked.”

“Shocked?” He asks pulling you to your feet.

You nod, “I never thought you had that kind of side to you.” You bite your lip, tilting your head, “Kinda makes me want to roll my eyes at you more often.”

He laughs, wrapping his arm around his waist before he goes serious, “Better make sure we have nothing planned a day or two after.”

“Why?” You ask as you flick the light to the bathroom on. Zach walks in, turning on the hot water as you close the door. He turns around, walking over to pin you up against it.

His lips moving against yours as his hands squeeze your wrists, “because, we’re just getting started, sweetheart.”

You laugh and shake your head, following him into the steam filled shower.

You expected round two to happen, but instead, you both seemed to just want to enjoy each other’s wet and soapy company.

“You really are beautiful.” He whispers as his hands drag bubbles over your body.

You smile, laying your head back to rest it against the front of his shoulder, “Yeah, you’re beautiful, too.” You giggle as you look over at him and he smirks, shaking his head.

You regretted labeling him as an annoying asshole, well. He is, but just not to you anymore.

“Alright.” You sigh, turning to rinse the soap from your body, “I don’t know what time is it, but I need a nap before we go for breakfast with the group.”

Zach nods, “Yeah, someone kept using their ass to try and wake me up. How weird is that?”

You wrap the towel around your body and your mouth drops, “So you were awake those first two tried?” You hand him a towel as he gets out, nodding, “Oh yeah. I wanted to see how long it took before you gave up.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You look up at him and he smirks, walking over to you, “No.” he pecks your lips, “I’m yours.”

You watch as he walks out, giving you a quick wink before he walks over to the bed. You’re standing there, taking everything that happened with Zach tonight, in.

“Um, babe.”

You smile at the nickname, walking out to see what’s going on, “Yeah, baby?”

He looks at you, “We’re going to need a Red Bull.. or two.” You look at him confused before he holds his phone up.

０６：３６ ＡＭ

“It’s almost seven?” You walk over to him, resting your head on his bare chest, “Why do we have to do things early?”

He runs his hand over your wet hair and sighs, “I ask myself that everyday and I still don’t have an answer.” He presses a kiss to your head, “If you want to nap quick, you can.”

You shake your head, “It’s fine. I’ll just.. stay up.” You laugh and look up at Zach.

He smiles, tucking already dry strands of hair behind your ear, “Well, we do have a little less than an hour, or so and I have an idea at keeping you awake.”

You look up at him, “As long as you promise to take it easy on me.”

Zach nods and presses his lips to yours, “Oh I promise.” He pushes you back to the bed, getting rid of your towel before you fall back onto it.

“Now.” Zach reaches up and turns your face to fully face his, “Eyes on me, baby.”

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I’m actually screaming at this one. I kept thinking about this even when I wasn’t writing it. Please let me know what you thought. Thank you so much for reading and as always, I love you all so much!! 🖤

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Summary: Edward discovers that you are a follower of his alter ego.

A/n: hheeeeeeeey hi! how are you?? after a long pause I'm back! in Mexico it's semana santa holidays! sooo I finally have time to catch up with the requests! besides, yesterday I sprained my ankle but that gives me more time to write and I'll be better soon. (´ ε ` )♡

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warning: swearing, obsessive behavior, Fluff!

Words: 3,800

Edward played with one of his feathers, pressing the feather spring to relax from his growing anxiety. He knows that looking at you for a long time is strange but he can't stop doing it. From the first time he saw you, he was completely immobile with wonder, every day he delighted in seeing you. He thought you never knew of his existence, because despite being co-workers and practically working in similar jobs, he was too shy to even speak to you, so he assumed you never even glanced at him. In his mind, he had these innocent little fantasies that someday you would pay attention to him and he would gladly see you without guilt or looking like a freak. But he is a coward, a man who fears what he already knows will happen at some point.

That's why he doesn't try, he doesn't want to face that rejection that already hangs on his forehead, yet he still thinks of you, even in his dreams you appear as a sweet reminder of his memory. He sighs with love for the mere fact that you existed. 

"Hey, I need this document by Monday" Zach interrupts his admiration with an authoritative voice, Edward coughs falsely to distract himself from the fact that he was watching you instead of working "yeah, um, of course" he replies to Zach and the man in the blue suit out of his sight without saying goodbye.

Edward contemplates the files in his hands, sheets after sheets of payrolls that in a couple of hours, he would solve all, back in his mind he wonders if you like numbers too, well, it's not like he could ask you, he arranged the files in alphabetical order and before he started working a scream stops him.

"It's official!" a voice Edward doesn't know speaks again, when he turns to see who it is he looks at a human rights employee pasting a sign on the bulletin board "It is officially forbidden to talk about The Riddler and The Batman!" The employee speaks loudly drawing the attention of the other employees, others ignore him but saw the sign, and others stared at him still processing the news.

Edward gasped, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, did they just ban them from his office? He does not know how to take it, is he considered a danger to the company? His face does not reflect the emotion he keeps inside, Batman and he have taken relevance in the city, as new icons of justice, although the Riddler remains a sensitive issue for many.

"May I know the reason?" he flinched at the sound of your voice, he saw your figure approach the statement already taped to the board and you examined it completely, uh, that surprised Edward, as far as he remembers you were always a model employee, you don't generate problems, your sign in and out sheet is flawless (it's not like he's seen it) your documents are just as good, but seeing you now he worries, why are you angry?

Edward watches as you chat with the human resources employee, apparently not a pleasant chat, as you return to your seat with an angry look on your face. He can't take his eyes off your scowl until you turn up to type something on your computer.

Edward sighs, so many repressed things he has inside his being and unfortunately, it's not something he can get it out, the love he has for you is one of those things he can't undo (he doesn't want to), as for him, it feels like a small stain on his office.

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"Damn KMTJ, don't they know they are doing them a favor?" you whisper to yourself angrily, abruptly typing the last report of the day, there was no need to forbid talking about a certain topic, you stopped typing for a moment. 

Remember the first time you saw him, your idol, yes, that's right, your idol. If someone found out that you were part of that select radical group of Riddler's followers they would probably send you on an all-expense paid trip straight to Arkham, but do you care? No, honestly no, the admiration you have for the masked man is something genuine and devoted. In the past you only engaged with him, you only had ears to hear about events happening in the city and you couldn't agree more, his speeches moved you so much that you never missed any of his videos, and you even participated in some clandestine demonstrations with the significant question mark sign.

Until one day he unknowingly broke your heart.

You stared at the monitor screen as you remembered the precise moment when your heart broke in two, those seconds when The Riddler declared in one of his lives, that he fell in love.

You cried that day and the day after that, and the day after that, your life turned into a mess for the simple fact that you Riddler already set your eyes on someone else. In your darkest thoughts, you wanted that person to reject him or disappear from his life, even though you wouldn't stand a chance anyway.

But then came another problem named Edward Nashton.

The first thing you saw in him was his sad eyes covered by the lenses of his glasses, such melancholic eyes that you only wanted to give him affection and love. But then you notice that glow in his person, a shy and helpful glow that at all costs wants to help others, a caring soul that does his job excellently and brilliantly since then Edward flits through your mind as a reassurer of the suffering that the Riddler left you.

But still, you didn't dare to talk to him, when you watched him walk in the door in the mornings you shrank back in cowardice, you didn't want to suffer another brutal rejection from someone else, oh please Edward must already have a bunch of suitors, you crudely think starting to work again to distract yourself from your frustrating love life.

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One day, Edward received a message from his computer specially made for his other job, a homemade laptop with other computer parts, and a private message from his forum as it happened every day.

>> Hi! This, um, Mr.Riddler I admire your mission and your vision of what you want for this city, I know you probably don't know me but I just want to say that I want to be a part of your mission toward a safer Gotham for the future.

Edward's first impression from you is a, mmhm, another message from a random supportive follower, he noticed another message in the inbox.

>> Extraclassified Documents.zip 

>> I got this information for you, I don't doubt you are a great hacker to find this information on your own, but um, I just want to help you.

>>I swear, this is official information.

>>From KMTJ.

What?

Edward was puzzled when he read the final message. Maybe it was his imagination playing a joke on him, maybe he was too tired from the hours he hasn't slept but he was sure he read it right.

>>From KMTJ.

>>From KMTJ.

>>From KMTJ.

Fuck, is that what he thinks it is? He opens the document and it is what the file name says, it's not a virus as he expected, it's case files that have to do with the renovation, signed by Mr. stone, his fucking boss.

Edward turns away from the screen extremely surprised and puts his hands to his head touching his hair, a mole, there's a mole in his company and damn it, he's helping him.

He tries to figure out who it could be from his colleagues, these files are only possessed by the accountants in his section, which is almost a dozen people including you. He thinks of random names and shakes his head, no one in his office has shown empathy for his alter ego, so, it probably must have been another hacker who wants to help him.

He scratches his neck nervously, this puts him on edge because when he looks at the documents his follower gave him he notices the signatures of all his classmates, including his and yours.

Ha, ironically he thinks how nice your signature and his would look on a marriage certificate.

He leans back in the seat re-reading the documents, should he take this as a threat to his identity? No, he protects all his data like gold, this is probably a coincidence. But then an uncomfortable feeling arises in him, you are also included in these files, and your identity could be at risk.

He types heavily on his computer trying to find out the data of the follower who gave him all this, but he found nothing, a fake VPN, fake data, his follower is smart, mmm, not bad.

How did you get this?

His follower responded at that instant.

>> I...

>>I work there.

Holy cow, his head explodes with anxiety, but little by little he becomes proud of the influence his words have on others, he is not as alone as he expected. 

>>? who are you?

He didn't think when he wrote that, silly Edward, do you think he will answer you, obviously his follower didn't answer.

Edward started printing the newly discovered files while contemplating the board above him, so many things were put on that board it was hard to concentrate on one, he saw the pictures of the corrupt he killed and the next ones on his list, he sees the pictures of Batman and he also sees your pictures, he put them in his work center to calm down when he had seizures. 

Oh, he doubts you'll notice him someday, but dreaming is free.

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Mr. Stone kept a straight face stroking his beard and looking at the leaves in front of him, Zach, Edward, and you waited patiently for him to say his next orders, Edward started sweating from nerves and shyness, as he stood next to you the whole moment he was almost sure he could smell you and god, you smell so good.

"The Riddler has been a kick in the ass for this company" stated Mr.Stone rudely turning his eyes away from the sheets to focus on the three standing behind his large desk "You are the best accountants we have in the section, tell me how the Riddler could have so much information on the renovation?" Mr. Stone asked the air and Edward swore he was already shaking, easily excused but all this overwhelmed him, the hard look of his boss, you being so close to him, he can't stand it.

"Thank you for your confidence sir, but believe me I have no idea how that happened" Zach opines smoothing his blue suit, and Mr.Stone does not respond.

"The Riddler is smart sir" you started to speak and Edward turned around surprised by what you said "I fully understand that you think there is a mole in our company, but most likely the mole has infiltrated our system" you explain formally and Edward gawks at what you say You think The Riddler is smart? That strokes his ego.

Mr. Stone takes a moment to respond, he sighs tiredly leaning back in his chair "Yeah that's the same thing I thought, I just wanted to know what you guys think" Mr.stone started to speak again but Edward had already disconnected from reality by then, you flattered him, well, you flattered the Riddler and that makes his cheeks heat up. 

Edward knows he's getting closer and closer to the mole, it's not Zach, he barely knows it's a prime number, however you...

Hahahaha, no.

You came out of your thoughts when you heard Mr. stone say goodbye to the three of you, Zach came out of the office first with phone in hand to call someone as soon as he left, the second to leave was you, with your head held high and making Edward admire you closely, you turned to see him when he closed the door of Mr. stone's office.

"Hey, Edward, right?" you raise your hand in greeting and he quickly accepts "um, yeah, it's me" he clarifies nervously but was glad he didn't look stupid when you spoke to him.

"Do you have any idea who it could be? You know..." you start walking and Edward follows your step listening carefully to what you are going to say "the mole?" you finish your question going down step by step towards the first floor, the glasses man takes his moment to answer "I don't know who it is" he finds it very intriguing as with Mr. Stone you said it was probably someone else in the company but now you ask him this and it only confuses him more.

"Me neither but" you chuckle, maybe lying to your office crush is harder than your boss, you stop looking at Edward, "I think it's a one-time thing" you assure returning to your seat before waving goodbye to him "See ya, Eddie."

He doesn't say anything, but it's impossible not to hear how his heart beats, he was probably having a heart attack or he gets nervous next to you, but hey! You don't think he's a freak.

That's fine with him.

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Edward doubted what he is doing right now, he knows it is wrong, and he knows that anyone could come and catch him looking at the file history in his own office. But really, his curiosity gnaws at him, that feeling that won't let him sleep, there is a follower near him but he doesn't know him nor he follower him, if only he could know, who is helping him?

With the lamp on his phone, he lit up the file history sheet, on that sheet he saw all the company's files, who requests them, what documents were requested, and when they are requested in the pile of file cabinets that are used to store information for generations, he managed to find with a little effort, he saw the last person who entered and left the file room.

It was you.

What?

He almost dropped the phone in shock, he laughed with hesitation, this couldn't happen, you, the mole?

No, this cannot be true.

He read your name again and even saw your signature. You came to that place the same day the information was sent to him. He took a picture of the sheet and quickly started saving evidence that he was there.

It has a lot to think about.

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Edward slammed his door shut, his raincoat barely left him dry as his hair got wet from the rain, he didn't mind the wet feeling on his body, living in Gotham has gotten him used to rainwater not bothering him, he must admit he is in a state of euphoria still, all the way from KMTJ he kept stopping at what he discovered, he kept repeating himself and it didn't tire him, this was better than winning the lottery in his opinion. He could easily shout from the rooftops that he knows he exists and not only that, you also support The Riddler. He had no idea how to continue, yes, you want him, but do you want Edward Nasthon, the other half of him?

It frustrates him, it frustrates him too much when he doesn't know the missing piece of his mental puzzle, in this instance what do you think of him. should he move forward as Edward? should he move forward as The Riddler? He doesn't know what to decide.

He could go on for hours thinking about those little details so he won't end up ruining anything, he took off his blue raincoat and placed it on his chair, he needs to work, someday he will come up with an answer but he needs to get organized. 

You are one of his followers, you, the person he admires from afar every day and feels fulfilled when you smile, you understand it too, you are smarter than many think.

He wrote down everything he had in mind on a whiteboard, brainstorming helps him decide on something.

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You yawned as you took a seat in your work cubicle, it was the first hour of the day and you wanted to go home, to re-watch the recent video of the Riddler, but you need to work, those donations you make are not free.

but before you could start working a card appeared in your files, a green card, you grabbed the card and picked it out, and hid it in your lap to read the contents.

I know who you are, I know you helped me, find me and you will know who I am.

My goodness gracious, it's a miracle you didn't feel a heart attack from whatever is going on, there is no doubt this letter is from your Riddler, you hold the urge to scream from the rooftops that he will deem you worthy of his attention, he wants you to meet him!!!! 

What has hands, but can't clap?

You read the riddle in the letter, written in the same alphabet he invented, and left messages to his followers with that same code.

On the other hand, Edward spies on you from his cubicle covering his smile with his clasped hands, he didn't know how to tell you that he knew, so he planned to let you know with riddles, his specialty. watch you get up from your seat to look for the object of the riddle.

Let the treasure hunt begin!

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There were many clocks in the office, and you inspect them all, from the receptionist's clock to the desk clock your cubicle neighbor has, until you find a new clue on the second-floor clock, the one outside Mr. Stone's entrance. you looked behind the clock and found a note.

 What kind of mail can a mouse send?

You laughed at the response. You grabbed the note and ran back to your desk, went to your work email, and found a new message from an unknown email address.

I am close to you

but I know you don't know the truth

I am among your coworkers

and I know you can solve my clue

you look around for anyone looking at you, but everyone seems absorbed in whatever it is they're working on, you go back to focusing on the message.

What can you catch, but not throw?

this riddle is a little hard for you to figure out, what it has to do with the office, until the light bulb in your head goes on, from afar Edward sees you approaching the cubicle of the coworker who missed today because he has a cold.

you are happy to see another note under your co-worker's keyboard, you take the note and go back to your desk, you thought that this search will be more difficult or more dramatic, but you are having a lot of fun, even though you may be in a state of danger.

last riddle, but I haven't finished

look for me where the cleaning is located, even if it's narrow I keep a lot of things.

You raise an eyebrow - the cleaning room? Is that what he means? Without a doubt the answer, you quietly make your way to the elevator, looking for the cleaning room.

Edward gets up from his seat and heads for the elevator as well, waiting until you've already left to look for you.

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Edward clenched his hands looking at the door of the cleaning room, he was almost a minute daring to come in to see you, but he is still anxious, too nervous to even be surprised, you love the riddler, but will you be disappointed if he were him? would you tell on him and leave him alone? would you be ashamed?

In his mind, he convinces himself that you are not like that, that you will love him as he is.

but he doubts it.

On the other side of the door you are in complete darkness, standing in the middle of brooms and mops, with your nerves on edge you wait patiently for the person who sent you all those riddles, you smile remembering all the adventures you had to do to get here, you look for the light switch but with so much darkness you can't find it.

They open the door and you are instantly startled, you look at the person who opened the door, the light from outside made Edward look like an angel, someone so beautiful that you were fascinated to behold him. 

"Edward?" you ask confused but at the same time ecstatic, he gives you a nervous smile entering the small room and turning on the light switch. the room gave a yellowish glow and the light from the bulb is not that strong, but the warmth in the place made you more nervous. 

Edward stood at the other end of the room, across from you, as the room is small there is little space that separates you "umm... surprise!" Edward gives an unconvincing laugh, his already hot cheeks coy him, his cowardice starts to work and he doesn't know what to say. 

"you are?..." you don't finish your question, you slowly approach the bespectacled man, Edward starts sweating, feeling cornered he looks at the door he came through but you are so close to him that he can see the details of your face "It's you right?" you want to clarify one last time, he nods his head slowly and looking at you appreciatively.

you shout in joy, and in a fit of euphoria, you hug Edward "oh! it's you! it's you!" you repeat and move closer to him with the hug, the brown-haired man receives the hug in disbelief. 

"It's me!" he smiles accepting your affection, clinging in your arms to feel your presence and soothe him, but before he can get used to it you pull away from him to look him in the eyes "you did all that?" he didn't know what you meant but he agrees with you anyway "yes, I did".

"Oh, Edward!" you close your eyes hugging yourself again "I'm such a fool!" you exclaim with annoyance.

"Why do you say that?" he asks you surprised, for the first time he is so close to someone he is so comfortable in your arms. you laugh softly hugging him "there is a lot I have to tell you" you murmur to him, this was like winning the lottery, you dreamed of razing the riddler to death and then you started dreaming about Edward, but now you are with both of them, you feel that gratification of life.

"Okay" speaks Edward happily, the two continue to function, it doesn't matter that they are both in the small cleaning room, you forget everything else when you are with Edward, this situation feels so intimate and sweet that you just want to hug Edward.

It was worth the treasure hunt.

Edward closes his eyes to calm down and just focus on your touch, the insecurities that plagued him gone.

Thank you very much for reading! And sorry for the mistakes! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.

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🏹 — fandoms i write for

— harry potter , supernatural , the ballad of songbirds and snakes , youtubers , outer banks !

୨୧ bold list is my favorite characters – will get written quicker !

harry potter — all of lightening era , regulus black , barty crouch jr , tom riddle

supernatural — dean winchester , sam winchester , castiel

the ballad of songbirds and snakes — tigris snow , coriolanus snow , sejanus plinth

youtubers — zach justice , tara yummy , jake webber , johnnie guilbert , matt sturniolo , chris sturniolo , jschlatt

outer banks — rafe cameron , barry , john b

misc — luke castellan , lip gallagher

꒰ luke castellan , zach n tara , coriolanus snow , mattheo riddle , rafe cameron ꒱ -> my favs

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𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒: { rafe cameron, jj Maybank, john b routledge}

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ahhhhhhh that was beautiful !!! i can't believe it's finished now but i think we're gonna hear from you with another great works with him !! you know my love for zach and i'm so excited to see what you will come next !! your work did him so much justice and i'm so glad you didnt give up to write for him because he deserves to have his own story !! and that little serie was freaky amazing. i love the fact you really use fluff, smut and angst <33 and reader is so right, zach he's really good at a lot of things but bro need to communicate more haha !! you did such a wonderful job and i'm happy that ive be able to catch all of the plot. AT LEAST, HAPPY ENDING !!! so i'm smiling 💘💘 the zach nation is thankful !!! *APPLAUSE* *APPLAUSE* *APPLAUSE*

Because you know that however much anxiety you’re feeling, he’s feeling it a hundred times worse. — IT'S TRUE. SO IM BROKEN

Zach doesn’t like being mad. But he is. At his best friend. At his girlfriend. At himself. He tries to throw himself into work, pretending like the unsettled feeling hanging over him isn’t there. — MY SWEET BABYDOLL :(( I WANT TO CRY :((

He runs his fingers through his hair again, wishing he could just go back to how things were a few days ago when you were kissing and touching and laughing together. —THE ANGST. FOR WHAT ? DON'T WORRY, ZACH.

It’s like he’s another man, not the Zach you know. His lustful stare and his dominating presence and his possessiveness are making your heart pound. Instead of the tension that’s been following you for the past two weeks, the air between you is electric, full of burning anticipation that you’ve both been trying to avoid. — ONE OF MT FAVS OMGG 💖💖

“You don’t have to,” he says, his voice thick and hushed. You smile at him. There’s the man you know and love, checking in on you, making sure you’re comfortable. — HE'S THE PERFECT BOYFRIEND I SWEAR.

out of bounds (part seven) (end)

pairing zach maclaren and soccerplayer! female reader

rating mature 18+ for smut

summary zach has never been the type to rebel, but when he meets you at a soccer camp where you’re both working as counselors, which has a strict policy against dating between staff, he’s tempted to break the rules for the first time.

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When you wake up in your cabin the next morning, it’s the first time since you arrived at camp that you wish you were waking up in your own bed back home.

Because after the way everything came crashing down on you yesterday, you don’t want to face what’s waiting for you.

At best, you have three weeks left of the season, of living with Ami after she broke your trust, of dealing with whatever’s going on with Zach if Malcolm’s words on the field didn’t make their way to the directors.

At worst, you and Zach get fired. And if your season really is cut short and you’re kicked out of here, you’re worried he’d only see you as the rule he broke, the girl who played a role in ruining something so important to him.

You check your phone to see the text exchange you had with Zach a few minutes after you left him outside last night. He had texted I’m sorry. You replied me, too.

You’re not sure how to even have this conversation. He was clearly upset with you last night and you can understand why he would be.

But at the same time, you’re uneasy thinking about the night you first told him that Ami knew about you two. He said he was okay with it, and now you’re not so sure, because last night, he texted that all was good, but it seemed like he was anything but good when you ran into him.

Zach had told you he’s not always upfront about when something’s bothering him. You know it’s simply a piece of who he is – it’s not personal. But you can’t rid yourself of the ache in your heart when you realize that even after you’ve shared so much together, you’re no exception. He keeps things from you, too.

You get ready for the day, deeply wishing your secret relationship had stayed secret.

You’re sitting with your campers in the dining hall when Ami approaches your table a few minutes into breakfast.

“Can we talk real quick?” she says quietly, cupping a hand around the inside of your elbow. You nod, following her outside.

“I am so, so, so sorry,” she says once you’re out of earshot from everyone. “I totally get why Zach’s mad and I get if you’re mad, too. I chewed Malcolm out for it first thing this morning for what it’s worth.”

You wish you knew firsthand how Zach is feeling instead of hearing through Ami. You figure she heard through Malcolm, but it hurts that you haven’t spoken to him yet.

“Why’d you tell him?” you say with a disappointed sigh, crossing your arms.

“It honestly slipped out,” she begins. “You know how I told you I thought things were starting to get serious?”

“Yeah.”

“The night before the game, I asked him if he sees anything in the future with us and…” Ami shakes her head, her frown deepening. “He was all like, this is just a fun thing for the summer. But I just kept trying to convince him and then I blurted out you and Zach are planning to stay together, so why couldn’t we?”

She sighs.

“I’m so mad at myself,” she says. “I started this fling with him agreeing it was casual, but I caught feelings and embarrassed myself and told your secret in the process.”

You take a moment, genuinely empathetic of her heartbreak. If Zach had told you he didn’t want to pursue things with you after the season, you’d be gutted.

“I’m sorry he did that,” you say.

“It’s okay. He wasn’t mean or anything. Just honest.”

You nod, figuring as much. You’re not surprised to hear that Zach’s best friend wasn’t unkind about it. Zach wouldn’t be the type to willingly surround himself with mean people.

“I really am sorry,” Ami says. “When I yelled at him about it, he said he knew not to say it loud enough for Ruby or any of the kids to hear.”

“But other counselors were around,” you say.

“That’s what I said,” she sighs. “And I swear, I told him not to tell anyone, but he was like, if any staff take it seriously, I’ll say I was just kidding around. But he apologized and I could tell he felt really bad. Apparently, he’d never seen Zach that upset.”

You look down at the grass, wishing the weight of regret on your shoulders was enough to erase it from ever even happening.

“Are we still friends?” she asks. “I’m so sorry. I’m not usually this dumb, I swear.”

You exhale slowly. You can tell she’s devastated. And what’s done is done.

“You’re not dumb,” you tell her. “I’m convinced there’s something in the air here that makes it hard to keep secrets.”

Ami gives you a grateful smile, chuckling softly, clearly remembering the stories you told her all about the close calls you had with Zach.

“I can get on board with that theory,” she says.

“Do you think Ruby heard? Or if any other counselors took Malcolm seriously?” you ask.

She takes a moment, then shrugs.

“I don’t know,” she admits. “All I remember is being really mad at him. Did she say anything to you or to Zach?”

“Not to me,” you say. “I don’t know about Zach. We only talked for like a minute last night. It was weird.”

“Weird?”

You nod, relieved you can at least find some sort of release with venting to her about this.

“I think he was upset with me, but didn’t want to say so. And I didn’t want to force him to talk, so I left. We said sorry to each other over text. Things just… feel off.”

“Please don’t tell me my big mouth broke up the cutest couple ever,” she says.

“Ever?” you laugh.

“Ever.”

She gives you a quick, appreciative hug before you both have to run back inside.

You meet Zach’s eyes a few times through breakfast. Even though he’s all the way across the big, loud hall, the air between you feels stiff.

Of all the difficult things you’re feeling, the sharp sense of guilt is the most overwhelming. Even though he was the one who took the first step, asking to kiss you that night by the lake, you wish you’d have resisted the temptation.

Because you know that however much anxiety you’re feeling, he’s feeling it a hundred times worse.

When Zach sets out to the pitch after breakfast, surrounded by boisterous kids, he accepts that the hope that he’d feel better after getting some food in him was misguided.

He’s always hated when his thoughts race like this. There’s no clear right answer, no obvious way to fix this. And while he’d like to listen to his impulse to ignore the discomfort, there’s no way to do that.

He knows he needs to talk to you. He’d do anything to fast forward past the serious conversation and get back to how things were.

There’s a very real chance that your relationship has been exposed. It’d be so embarrassing to have to face his aunt and uncle after breaking the one big rule, when he, of all the staff, is supposed to know better.

He’s not sure they’d really even go through firing anyone and would possibly just settle for a warning, but them finding out would be punishment enough for Zach.

He takes the fact that neither Ruby nor Tom have approached him since the game yesterday as a good sign. Plus, Malcolm assured him that whoever heard his words on the field wouldn’t take it seriously. But there’s never a guarantee.

Zach doesn’t like being mad. But he is. At his best friend. At his girlfriend. At himself. He tries to throw himself into work, pretending like the unsettled feeling hanging over him isn’t there.

By the end of the day, you still haven’t had a chance to speak to Zach. And now that you’re even closer to being found out, you’d rather not take the risk of talking in a public place.

So, you check the schedule to see that the next time one of you has an empty cabin is two days from now, when Malcolm is on an overnight shift.

Before dinner, you text Zach: want to talk on thursday night when malcolm’s gone? i think it’s best we have privacy.

He replies: yes. smart.

And then, because he can’t help himself, because he’s afraid he screwed up, he texts: miss you.

The message is a reprieve from the stress you’ve been feeling all day. You respond: miss you, too.

When Friday rolls around, Zach feels like he hasn’t spoken to you in years, instead of just days. He rushes to his cabin after lights out, tidying up like he did the first night you came over.

He’s sure in he’s in the clear because he hasn’t been spoken to by his aunt or uncle. They don’t know. While that is a relief, knowing he’s on shaky ground with you is enough to keep him on edge.

You knock quickly and quietly. Zach opens the door. He can’t help himself. He has to hold you.

You close the door and face him and he wraps his arms around you so suddenly that you let out a startled gasp.

“Hey,” he says hoarsely, nuzzled into your neck. You hug him back.

“Hi.” You breathe in his familiar scent, fresh like the morning breeze. He pulls back to see your brows pinched together, your eyes searching his face. He hates that you look surprised that he’s giving you affection.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you answer on impulse. You shake your head. “Actually, no. I mean, well, we haven’t been fired. That’s good.”

“Yeah. If they knew, they would’ve have said something by now.”

“Right,” you say. You take a deep breath. “But things feel different. With us.”

Zach hates to agree, his lips falling into a small frown. He doesn’t want to do this. He just wants to hold you and kiss you and joke around with you.

“It’s because we had another close call,” he says. “It’s okay. Things are different because we haven’t snuck out to make out in a shed in a while.”

His joke falls flat as you look down at the floor. His hands are still on your waist and when you comfortingly drag yours down to rest on his chest, it slows his thoughts down a little.

“I want you to tell me when you’re not okay,” you mumble when you gaze back up at him.

Zach’s stomach numbs with anxiety. He can feel it rising, the reflex to pretend everything’s fine when it’s not.

“I did,” he says. “I do. Remember the night on the dock?”

You nod. The way he had opened up to you about how he’d struggled with being bullied for being a quiet kid was different. That wasn’t about you.

“I mean I want you to tell me when I’m the reason you’re not okay,” you reply. “I heard from Ami that Malcolm said he’d never seen you so upset.”

“Because I was mad at him,” Zach half-chuckles. “And he’s over-exaggerating.”

It’s not entirely true. The conversation had been the most tense one they’d ever had.

Malcolm was lighthearted about it at first, saying it was a joke and that he was offended that Zach hadn’t told him about how he was breaking rules with you. But once Zach had tersley told him he could have messed everything up for him, Malcolm’s smile disappeared and he apologized profusely.

Zach couldn’t blame him. He’s hardly ever the type be serious. But so much is on the line here.

Confrontation is easier when it’s his best friend of years, but it still isn’t exactly comfortable. So confronting you, a girl he’s helplessly falling in love with, opens the door to an argument and to you deciding he’s too sensitive and not worth the hassle.

“I don’t want to push you,” you tell him, “but I remember you telling me that you get over things on your own and you don’t have to that with me. It’s okay if you’re mad that I told Ami.”

“Baby,” he whispers with a smirk. “What else could you have done? She saw these, right?”

His fingers are featherlight over your collarbone, gently rubbing over the fabric of your shirt. He wonders if the hickeys are still visible.

“I could’ve hidden them better,” you say, “or come up with a lie.”

“I’m not mad at you,” Zach breathes.

A quiet, tense moment passes between you. You’re not convinced.

“Do you promise?” you ask, eyes doleful.

His smirk fades. At this point, he’d be lying straight to your face if he said yes. Seeing you so sad is gut-wrenching. Being dishonest with you while you’re like this would just be wrong.

“It’s… complicated,” he rasps.

You bite your lip. You’re not upset that he’s mad. You’re upset that you had to pry it out of him. Your hands fall off his chest and you step back, swallowing the tears threatening to fall.

“Can we sit?” he asks softly.

You give in, settling on the edge of his bed. He sits next to you. Watching you like this is making every part of him ache, his mouth going dry.

“When you told me you don’t admit when you’re upset,” you say, “I wondered what’d happen when I did something wrong.”

Zach swallows hard. It sounds like you’ve been on edge since that night you went shopping together, holding onto his words.

“So, what, you’ve been on eggshells since then?” he asks, his tone low and sympathetic.

“No. I just mean that problems are bound to come up and I want us to feel comfortable telling the other when they do.”

You expel a deep sigh, crossing your arms. It’s hard to explain, the sense of instability this has been giving you. You want to be able to take him at his word when he says everything’s okay. Not have to wonder and nag him.

It concerns you if this will be the dynamic in your relationship. Maybe it’s too soon, but you can’t shake away the worry.

Zach nervously threads his hand through his hair. He doesn’t know what to say.

“I shouldn’t have told you,” he mumbles regretfully.

You meet his eyes, lips parted in surprise.

“What?” you say. “You should have told me. I don’t want you to suffer alone.”

“Suffer is a stretch,” he says with a small smile.

Again, you don’t laugh. The tension keeps thickening instead of easing, his heart hurting more instead of feeling lighter.

“Hey,” Zach says, placing a warm hand on your forearm, “listen, I just want us to be good again. We would have lost our jobs by now if they knew. They don’t. We’re fine. You’re still my girlfriend, right?”

“Of course.” You uncross your arms to hold his hand, saddened that he’s wary of the possibility of you giving up on him.

“So, let’s just move past this and enjoy what’s left of the summer.”

“And what happens next time I upset you?” you ask.

“I’ll tell you,” he says. You gaze at him, not sure if you can trust him.

“You will?” you ask.

It’s the first time he’d ever been on the receiving end of a critical look from you. His heart feels like it cracks down the middle.

This was the spark that catalyzed every break-up he’s gone through.

You’re kind of a pushover, Zach.

Why are you so scared of telling the truth?

You’re a nice guy, but you suck at communication.

It reminds him of when he was a kid, ridiculed for not using his voice, or really, not using it the way people wanted him to.

And it’s too much. Things with you were good and easy until you insisted on pulling his uncomfortable feelings out into the open.

Zach sighs your name, a subtle edge in his tone. He keeps his gaze on the floor, lips firming, grip on your hand loosening.

Despite your intentions to understand him, to have an honest conversation, you realize that you’re doing what you tried to avoid. You’re pushing him.

“Okay. Sorry,” you whisper, moving your hand away.

“This is why I don’t say anything,” he admits. “Because now you’re beating yourself up. I’ll be fine. I am fine.”

“Zach, if I hurt you, you deserve an apology,” you tell him. “And you can’t get one if I don’t know what’s going on in your head.”

He runs his fingers through his hair again, wishing he could just go back to how things were a few days ago when you were kissing and touching and laughing together.

He doesn’t reply. He doesn’t know what to say.

You lick your lips before speaking again. Despite everything, you just want to make him feel better and to figure out what’s next.

“Ami didn’t mean to tell him,” you say. “But since other people heard him during the game, I think we should just get through the rest of this season without taking any risks. Does that work for you?”

The sinking feeling of rejection settles deep in him. Avoiding risk means that you want distance again. And this time will be different. He can feel it. Things between you are so obviously tense. You want space from him and not just because it could get you in trouble.

He swallows down the painful lump in his throat, pushing away the hurt.

“Yeah,” he says with a shrug. “If you can resist me.”

Zach meets your eyes with a smile that you know isn’t genuine. You’ve figured out by now that making jokes is his defense mechanism. This time, you let him do what he needs to feel better.

This conversation only broke things down further than fixing them, but even though you’re exasperated, you don’t have it in you to leave him the way you did a few nights ago.

Zach’s muscles lose all their tension when you lean forward, your lips brushing against his. It’s the best reassurance you can give him.

When he kisses back, cradling your face in his hands, your heart hurts a little less. You pull away, staring into his soft blue eyes, surprised how you can mad at someone but also so eager to make them happy.

It’s because it’s Zach. The man who looks out for you, who puts your clothes back on for you after intimacy, who stresses over the very thought of even accidentally hurting you.

After you pull away, he gives you the first genuine smile since you got here. You squeeze his hand before you stand up to leave. He pulls you back for one last kiss.

The following Saturday is the most excited you’ve seen the kids. In the early morning, counselors and campers are set to depart the campground in school buses to a museum that’s currently running a sports science exhibit.

You’ve overheard the vets talk about how field trips are the most exhausting days of the season, but you welcome it. You want the distraction.

After guiding your campers onto your assigned bus, you settle in the first seat behind the driver. Your heart does a flip, somehow both happy and sad, when you realize that the counselor you’re sharing the bus with is Zach, the man you need a distraction from.

His brows raise when he comes up the steps, a smile appearing on his face before he guides kids to fill up the seats. Even though you left things sort of tense, it’s nice that he’s clearly happy to see you.

When he settles on the seat across the aisle from where you’re sitting, he crosses his arms and leans back against the window, biceps bulging under his t-shirt.

“How was the shift?” Zach asks. “The night before a field trip is always a wild card.”

It takes you a moment to realize he looked at the schedule to see you had an overnight shift. Of course he’s checking on you even when you’re not on the best terms.

“Not great,” you admit. One of the girls in your cabin had woken you up after she had a nightmare. You spent a long time calming her down and then had trouble falling back asleep yourself. “I’m thinking I should learn how to do monster checks.”

Zach grins. His heart warms whenever you reference something he’d told you. He loves that you remember his silly little routine with his sister.

“Do I have to teach you everything?” he says with a sigh.

You laugh and fight the impulse to shift over and sit next to him. Despite the fragile state you left things in, you miss touching him.

Throughout the bus ride, you’re both in lively conversation with the campers. You notice that Oliver clings to Zach, talking with other kids but always close to his counselor. He clearly has found comfort in him and of course, Zach shows him nothing but endless patience and kindness.

You can’t forget how he told you Oliver reminds him of himself when he was a kid. It hurts to picture Zach as a kid, shy and reserved, needing to stay close to an authority figure so he doesn’t get made fun of.

He admitted to you how he spent so much of his childhood sad. Somebody so sweet should never have to be sad.

You glance over at him to catch him staring at you.

“Making it obvious?” he says, echoing what you’d texted him when you teased him for the way he looked at you by the campfire many nights ago.

You wish you could go back to when you were still careless, sneaking around, no conflict wedged between you. But you only nod with a chuckle, looking away.

Minutes before you arrive at the museum, Zach stands and gets everyone’s attention. You gaze up at him as he goes through the rules and reminds everyone that they’re representing the camp today.

It gives you a moment to really take him in, your eyes travelling over his hard jaw and tousled hair. He’s easily the kindest, most charming man you’ve ever met.

He makes a joke about how this is his campers’ chance to prove that they’re better listeners than yours. You gasp and stand, encouraging your girls to prove Zach wrong.

Once you plop back down on your seat, you grab one of the granola bars you packed for the kids just to throw it at Zach. He feigns shock when it hits his chest with a light smack.

“That’s not representing our camp well at all,” he scoffs. He looks at the wrapper and smiles before he rips it. “Mixed berry. Nice.”

“Give it back,” you say.

He takes a bite, looking at you with a smirk.

“What? I didn’t hear that,” he says.

You can’t stifle your laugh when you look away. Zach keeps his eyes on you, imagining a world where he doesn’t have to be your boyfriend in secret. But he feels lucky to be your boyfriend at all.

When you arrive at the museum, you direct your campers in a hectic rush. You’re standing by the bathrooms, trying to keep your campers together, when Malcolm passes by.

“Having fun?” he jokes to you over the noise.

You chuckle awkwardly, considering it’s the first time you’ve spoken with him since the staff game. Ami had told you things with her and Malcolm ended amicably, but she’s been keeping her distance, and since you’re usually with her, you haven’t had any chance to talk to him.

“Loads,” you play along, looking out at the sea of kids through the lobby. After a few seconds, he looks around and kneels closer.

“Hey, my bad about everything,” he says. “I didn’t mean to start any drama.”

“It’s okay,” you say quietly, sure he can read the regret on your face.

“I was kidding around,” Malcolm explains. “Nobody would believe he’d actually break the rules. You’re obviously special since he did.”

You know he said it to make you feel better, but it has the opposite effect. Without you here, Zach would’ve had another easy, stress-free season, instead of one full of sneaking around and risking his job and reputation.

“I guess so,” is all you can say with a forced laugh.

When it’s finally time to head back to the buses, you’re exhausted. You make sure all your campers are accounted for and you settle in the front seat, wishing it was more comfortable.

You sit with closed eyes, trying to rest while you can, chatter surrounding you.

Zach sits in the front, smirking to himself when he sees you. Your eyelids flutter open and you look around, adorably disoriented. You meet his gaze.

“I’m just resting my eyes,” you say with a sweet chuckle.

“Take a nap if you want,” he says. “I got this covered.”

You smile gratefully and close your eyes again. His eyes travel over your pretty face, taking you in, missing everything about you. He’s never wanted time to go by quickly this badly.

A few days later, the directors announce that there’ll be a comet passing over the campground next Saturday night, falling right in time with the season’s last fun day.

Tom asks Zach to run an errand into town to buy all the binoculars he can find. And because he’s respecting your wish to stay at a distance, Zach invites Malcolm to go with him instead of you.

It doesn’t take you and another first-year counselor, Theo, long to set up blankets on the grass behind the staff cabins on Saturday night.

You had rushed through your dinner and volunteered to do it. At the end of the day, it’d be nice to get a good reference from your bosses. Theo overheard and offered to help, making conversation as you set up.

When the campers and counselors come out, they settle across the field. Ami stands next to you as your eyes quickly find Zach, who’s handing out binoculars.

“Remember to share,” he says to a few kids close to you. He looks down at you as he passes by. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you say. It’s the first thing you’ve said to each other in a week.

“Get a room already,” Ami mumbles quietly after he leaves.

You snort a laugh. You wish.

Tom stands in front of everyone and shares facts about the comet, pointing to where it’ll be seen in the sky and telling everyone that it’ll be visible by binoculars for a few minutes, so there’s no need to fight over them.

You know the kids well enough to know they’ll still find a way to argue.

Once it’s time to search the skies, you gaze up at the stars on the off chance that you’ll see it without binoculars.

“Any luck?” Theo asks, staring up next to you, his binoculars over his eyes. You hear impressed ohh’s scatter over the crowd. “Whoa,” he says a second later.

“No,” you laugh.

He lowers his binoculars and hands them to you. You thank him and try to find the comet, but you can’t see anything but stars through the lenses.

“I can’t see it,” you tell him sadly.

“Here - can I?” Theo says, his hands hovering over your shoulders.

“Sure.” You let him guide you to adjust your angle, his palms firm on your shoulders.

“I think you need to look just a little higher,” he says. You follow his instructions and then you see it. A bright circle with a pale streak of light following it. It’s beautiful.

“Wow,” you say with a big smile.

Everyone’s gazing up at the sky except for Zach. He’s looking at you smiling while Theo has his hands on your shoulders. Another man is touching his girlfriend and she looks happy while he does it.

He shakes his head to himself as frustrating jealousy squeezes his heart. Staying away from you has been tough, but watching someone else touch you is on another level of agony.

After the comet passes, everyone packs up for the night. The kids are still chatting about how cool the comet was as they make their way to the camper cabins.

Ami leaves your cabin for her overnight shift while you shower. You gaze up at the ceiling as you wash your hair, wondering how you already have only seven sleeps left before the end of the season.

On Saturday, parents are arriving to pick up their children and staff will pack up their things and the season will be over. It’s been a long summer, but you’re happy you came – you made money, rekindled your love for soccer, and best of all, met Zach.

You still haven’t spoken with him about what dating will look like when you’re done here, considering your colleges are an hour apart. But at least you don’t have to worry about getting fired anymore. You’re sure it would have left a mark on your relationship.

You settle on your bed in your pajamas, scrolling on your phone for some downtime. Minutes later, there’s a knock on your door.

It’s Zach. And there’s a fire in his eyes that you haven’t seen before.

“Hi,” you say softly.

“It doesn’t work for me anymore,” he says gruffly.

“What?”

“Not being with you doesn’t work for me anymore.”

You stare at him with parted lips, heat rushing through your body in seconds.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Watching another guy get close to you is too much, okay?” he says. “You’re my girlfriend.”

Your brows furrow in confusion, recollecting all that happened since the last time you spoke. He seemed fine when he greeted you earlier tonight. Who got close to you since then?

It comes to you in an instant. Theo helped guide you to spot the comet.

“That wasn’t anything,” you tell him.

“It was to me,” he says, the jealousy still ripping through him. “I don’t care who knows about us. I want him to know.”

It’s like he’s another man, not the Zach you know. His lustful stare and his dominating presence and his possessiveness are making your heart pound. Instead of the tension that’s been following you for the past two weeks, the air between you is electric, full of burning anticipation that you’ve both been trying to avoid.

You don’t care about how things were left. And you know you shouldn’t do this. But you’ve never been good at ignoring your impulses when it comes to him.

“Come in,” you say.

Zach doesn’t need to hear another word. Once the door’s shut behind him, his lips meet yours. You tremble under his hot, hard kiss.

His hands are firm against your jaw, gripping you as if you’ll slip away. Your breaths start to quicken as you kiss deeper, his hands pushing you back towards your bed.

Feeling you again, tasting you is an overwhelming relief. It’s like he’s home again. His body is buzzing, his boxers starting to feel tight already.

You let him guide you on your bed, his commanding frame leaning over as you settle on your back. His mouth trails to your throat, kissing you as you cup the back of his neck.

“I’m yours, okay, baby?” you whisper.

Your words make him moan against your skin, his hips bucking against you. He’s been dreaming about this for too long. Once he’s had you, having to keep you at a distance and act like you’re nothing but coworkers is torture.

Desire takes over you, your hand trailing to feel him over his sweatpants. Simply pressing your palm against his hard bulge makes you involuntarily writhe beneath him.

You’ve never had your mouth on him the way he had his mouth on you and now, you desperately want to please him, to show him how he’s the only one you want.

“I miss you so much,” Zach whines. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“I know. Me, too,” you reassure him. “Lie on your back for me.”

You obeys, letting you perch over him as you kiss him, but he can’t let go of control, not all the way. He pulls your shirt up, a groan of pleasure leaving his mouth when he sees that you’re braless.

You tug your shirt over your head and he roughly pulls you closer by the waist, giving him access to your bare chest, kneading and kissing.

You arch your back, moaning in pleasure as he sucks at your skin. You’re already aching for him, knees growing weak, biting your lip as he tongues you.

It takes all your willpower to pull back, but you shift lower to tug at his sweatpants. He shuffles to let you pull down his pants and boxers in one movement, his cock springing out.

He heatedly takes his shirt off, giving you the view of his naked body that you’ve missed so much.

Zach’s breath hitches when you lean to hold him at his base. Your lips are torturously close to the head of his cock.

“You don’t have to,” he says, his voice thick and hushed. You smile at him. There’s the man you know and love, checking in on you, making sure you’re comfortable.

“I want to,” you say. When you shift to kiss him on his tip, he shudders. This is all he needs, to know you want every part of him, like he wants every part of you.

You swirl your hot tongue over him and he throws his head back in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut. But he wants to watch. He wants to see how you look pleasing him like this.

He meets your eyes as you lock your lips around his length. His head is swimming watching you slowly take him in, pacing yourself, getting his cock wet with your spit.

You pull back with a smack of your lips, stroking him, eyes hard on him.

“Why would I even look at another guy when I have you?” you ask. Zach’s sure he’s never felt this good in his entire life.

You take him in your mouth again, sucking as you start to gently bob up and down. You breathe slowly as you lower to reach his base, quietly gagging when you take him all the way.

Your hot mouth tight around him makes pure euphoria flood his system.

“That’s so good,” he says, strained. “Fuck, baby, that’s so good.”

He lowers his hand to gently lace his fingers through the roots of your hair, applying no pressure, simply just wanting to hold you.

You pull back, your wrist slowly twisting as you pump. The sight of you like this, your lips glossy and your eyes lustful and your fingers wrapped around him, is unlike anything he’s ever experienced.

“You deserve to feel good,” you whisper.

He’s not sure he agrees based on the way he acted the last time you talked in his cabin, but you silence his thoughts when you take him in your mouth again, cheeks hollowing.

Zach’s groans are strained and his breaths are shallow as you suck and lick. The sounds of your mouth against him are near perfection. He knows what’s really perfect is the feeling of being buried deep inside you, both of you wrapped in bliss.

He’s still feeling the flame of jealousy and so badly needs to show you how much you’re his and how much he’s yours. He finds the strength to gently pull your mouth off of him by your roots.

You meet his stare, letting him take full control as he guides you onto your back. The sight of him standing over you, tongue running over his bottom lip as he pulls down your pajama bottoms and panties makes arousal pool in your gut.

Zach leans over, chest heaving and cheeks flushed as one arm holds him up and the other dips between your legs, fingers firmly dragging up and down.

“Tell me only I get to see you like this,” he rasps.

“Only you,” you praise. His touch grants you such elation that you start to feel dizzy. “And only you get to touch me.”

His jaw clenches at your words. He traces circles on your clit, gazing down at you as your breath catches.

“You like how I touch you?” he says.

“Yes,” you moan. “You’re so good at it. You’re so good at everything.”

Zach lowers to kiss you, tongue pressing into your mouth the same moment his finger dips into you. You writhe under his touch, the pressure of his finger inside of you making you moan again.

“More?” he whispers, the pad of his middle finger nudging against your entrance.

“More.”

He slowly sinks a second finger into you, groaning at how tight and wet you are around him. He starts to slowly pump in and out, curling his fingers at the hilt, pulling back just enough to watch your expression.

His movements are slow and firm, and when he starts to rub your clit with his thumb, you clutch his shoulders in deep pleasure.

“Like that,” you whisper. “My good boy.”

The praise makes him feel like he might go insane in the best way. He can’t take the ache anymore. He pulls his fingers out, shifting to grab a condom from your drawer.

You watch him through heavy lids, taking in how perfect every inch of him is, spreading your legs so he can get inside you as soon as possible. Zach lines up against you as he lies over you, his throbbing tip gently pressing against you.

“Ready?” he whispers.

You don’t answer, hungrily gripping the backs of his hips to pull him forward. He groans, in heaven from how much you want him.

He sinks into you completely and it’s a flawless type of pain having to adjust to him so quickly. He pulls back and thrusts back into you hard, lips against yours, mouths open.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, both of you already sweaty, and you pant together as his slams fill you over and over, jolting you, your bed shaking.

“You’re my good girl,” he whispers through sighs. “Mine only.”

Your moans tangle with his, your soft heat squeezes him, and when you wrap your legs around his hips, he wants to live in the moment forever.

Zach knows he loves you. And he knows he has to wait to say it because he’d hate for you to feel pressured to say it back. If he’s lucky, when it’s time, you’ll say it back.

He grinds against your clit with steady friction and he fills you with hard pressure, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“I’m gonna…” you breathe, clenching around him. You can’t finish your sentence, losing your voice as you come, sparks firing through your body.

Feeling you flutter around him is what sends him over the edge, kissing you as he unravels, hips stuttering with sloppy thrusts as his body releases all the tension and hunger and love he has for you.

He collapses on top of you, still hard and inside you, leaving soft kisses on the corner of your lips.

When he finds the strength to stand and clean himself up, he comes back to bed with a warm, damp towel, kissing your bent knee as he gently wipes you, letting you stay on your back and come down from your high.

Zach eventually lies down next to you, cradling your jaw, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone as you gaze at each other.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m sorry things were weird with us. I’m sorry I’m so bad at talking about things sometimes.”

You meet his eyes, gently raking his messy hair back, remembering how it’s the first thing you noticed about him.

“It’s okay,” you say softly. “I’m sorry I pushed. I get if it’s hard for you. I just want us to be honest with each other.”

“I was mad,” he admits. “And I already hate being mad, but being mad at you just felt so wrong. I know you didn’t mean for it to come out.”

“Why do you hate being mad, baby?”

“Because I just… I feel weak.”

“Weak?”

“Like I should be able to change the way I’m thinking about it,” he says. “I should be more understanding.”

You let out a soft giggle, kissing the tip of his nose.

“You’re the most understanding person I know,” you tell him. “You can’t control how you feel.”

“I think I feel too much,” Zach confesses. His heart is pounding again. He’s never been so raw with somebody. But the deep adoration in your eyes makes the vulnerability less scary.

“You feel the perfect amount,” you tell him. “Your heart is big and that’s not a flaw.”

He leans closer, kissing you tenderly.

“Please tell me next time,” you whisper. “What’d you say when I didn’t tell you I was sick? I have to let you know when I don’t feel well? It goes both ways.”

He chuckles and kisses you again.

“I will,” he says. “All I’ve been thinking about is you and how I screwed up and how I don’t want to screw up again.”

“All I’ve been thinking about is you and how I can’t wait to be your girlfriend without having to hide it.”

A bigger smile grows on his lips, his eyes softening at your words. You’re a pure ray of sunshine in his life. For once, he’s confident a girl will stick around when she sees just how messy his head can get.

“How often are we going to be seeing each other when we’re out of here, huh?” you ask. “We have a whole hour between us.”

“The distance from your cabin to mine is already hard enough,” he says. You laugh hard and he realizes just how much he missed the sound. “Every weekend, at least.”

“Deal,” you say. At that moment, your stomach lets out a hungry growl and you sigh a chuckle. “I rushed through dinner and I don’t think I ate enough.”

He sits up, collecting your clothes off the bed. You laugh when you watch him tugging your panties over your ankles.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re sneaking into the kitchen,” he says. “You’re not gonna be hungry on my watch.”

The night air is cool as you make your way towards the dining hall. Sure enough, Zach finds a few snacks in the kitchen cabinets to satiate you, sitting on the counter next to you, chatting about what your class schedules will look like when the school year starts.

You get lost in conversation, and an hour later, you’re both almost dozing off. You decide to finally head to bed, rushing out of the hall and towards the staff cabins, hand in hand.

Your shoes crunch against the gravel path past the campground office so loudly that you almost don’t hear your name called.

You rip your hand out of Zach’s and turn to see one of your campers, Jemma, standing close by.

“Hey,” you say, almost frozen in anxiety. She definitely saw you and Zach holding hands. “Why are you out of your cabin?”

“I woke up,” she says with a shrug. “And I couldn’t fall back asleep so I wondered if I could see any more comets. Were you guys just holding hands?”

You don’t know what to say. You clear your throat and shuffle closer to her.

“I’ll walk you back, okay?” you say. “You’re not supposed to be out at night without a counselor.”

You drop Jemma off, the whole walk over filled with you avoiding her questions and asking her about anything you can think of. Zach is in your cabin get back, his eyes wide.

He said he didn’t care who knew earlier tonight, but you know he was overtaken by his emotions. You can tell by his expression that he’s tense. This is bad.

“She saw us,” he says, almost robotically.

“She saw us,” you confirm. You sit next to him on your bed. You figure you should lay it out on the open. “And she loves to talk. And it’s not appropriate to ask her to keep a secret. She’ll tell her friends.”

“I have to tell my aunt and uncle,” he says, “before they hear from one of the kids.”

You meet his eyes. The happiness you were feeling is deflated now, overtaken by dread. You have to accept that your worst fear just came true.

“We have to tell them,” you say. Tears prick at your eyes. “I’ll go with you. I’m so sorry. This screws everything up for you.”

“No,” he says. “I said you were worth the risk and I meant it. I knew going into it that this could happen. It happened. We’ll deal with it.”

“You’re really okay?” you ask.

“I’m weirdly relieved,” Zach admits, looking at you with empathy. “Are you okay? You could get fired.”

“Your job became more important to me than mine a long time ago,” you tell him. “You have more on the line. That’s why I feel so bad.”

“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been with you. I’d do it all again even if I knew it’d end like this.”

“You’re not going to see me as the girl that ruined this place for you?”

“Baby,” he says with a disbelieving exhale. “Of course not. You’re the best part of this place.”

“Really?”

“One hundred and five percent,” he says with a smile, reminding you of how he’d answered the same way when you asked if he’s sure he wants to start secretly dating.

His sweetness is what makes your tears finally fall. He kisses you softly, shushing you and rubbing your back as you dig your head into his chest. You stay like that until you feel too tired to sit up any longer.

The next day, you and Zach meet at the campground office before breakfast as planned. He’s the most nervous you’ve ever seen him as he turns the handle and enters the room, greeting Ruby as she types at her laptop on a circular table.

“Can we sit for a second?” Zach asks.

“Of course,” she says. “What brings you in?”

You settle next to him at the other end of the table, realizing your knees are bouncing in anxiety. He told you he’d take the lead. You glance at his profile, glad he’s still as calm as he seemed last night.

“We, uh…” He looks at you. “We kind of broke the no dating rule. And last night, Jemma saw us holding hands. I wanted to come to you before you heard from anyone else. I’m sorry.”

“Me, too,” you say, meeting her eyes nervously. “I’m really sorry. And I completely understand if you need to let me go. But please give Zach a little grace.”

“What?” he mumbles. You hadn’t talked about doing this.

“He loves it here,” you tell your boss, the words spilling out of you. “I’m sure you know that already. I’ve never seen someone so passionate about a place. He respects and admires you and Tom so much. The way he talks about this camp and the way he enjoys the job is part of why I’ve grown to love it so much. He’ll be crushed if this ruins his reputation and if he can’t come back to work here. I know I’m in no position to ask for anything, but please spare him.”

“Hey,” Zach says to you softly. He’s so moved that if he didn’t already know he loved you, this would be the moment that sealed it. “It’s okay. I deserve to lose my job.”

“Zach,” Ruby says. You both look at her. “Sweetheart. You really think I didn’t know?”

“What?” you and Zach say in perfect unison.

“I’ve known you all your life,” she says. “I can spot when something’s up with you from a mile away.”

“Wait… what?” he says again. “How? Since when?”

“You’re not one to get mad at the kids for little things. But then we had that barbecue and you,” she says, eyes landing on you, “got hurt because some campers were rough-housing.”

You feel for the now healed burn on your forearm.

“Tom told me all about it, how uncharacteristically angry and worried you got,” Ruby tells Zach, “and then it took less than a day to confirm my suspicions. You really don’t know how obvious you are. You smile like you just won the lottery whenever she’s around.”

You feel your face go hot, butterflies swarming in your stomach. It’s the second time someone’s said Zach seems extra happy around you.

“So, you knew?” he says. “And you didn’t say anything?”

“I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed,” she says with a shrug. “I figured you’d do a good enough job hiding it from everyone. And I’d never fire you. You’re a… what’s Malcolm call it? A nepo baby?”

“Hey,” he says with a relieved laugh.

“Kidding,” she says, eyes darting to you. “I treat all my staff equally. And we’ve never actually fired anyone for dating. We just strongly discourage it because of things like last night. It’s inappropriate if campers see any sort of PDA.”

“We were just holding hands for a second, I swear,” Zach says.

“I know,” she sighs. “But no more cutesy stuff, got it?”

“Got it,” he says. “So we’re not fired?”

“Just go to breakfast and let me enjoy my coffee,” she says with a small smile.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

As you and Zach head out, Ruby calls him back for a moment. You wait outside for him to make sure everything’s okay.

Zach closes the door behind him, expecting a verbal lashing.

“I like her for you,” Ruby says. He beams, unbelievably relieved.

“You’re really not disappointed?” he asks. He should have known his kind-hearted aunt would be so compassionate.

“Honey, I’m happy,” Ruby says. “Even you need to break rules sometimes. You must really like her if you decided to stop being a goody two-shoes for once.”

“I do,” he says confidently. “And I am not a goody two-shoes.”

“Debatable,” she teases.

When he steps out of the office, you share a sigh of relief, laughing.

“What’d she say?” you ask.

“Changed her mind. I am, in fact, fired.”

You scoff, nudging his shoulder.

“Hey, no touching allowed,” Zach laughs. “Save it for after lights out.”

“Shh,” you laugh, looking around in case anyone heard. “Have you learned nothing?”

He smirks at you.

“Thanks for saying that stuff about me back there,” he says.

“It’s all true,” you reply.

The last week of camp is the fastest of them all. Gossip spreads about you and Zach, but you just deny it whenever kids bring it up, both saying you’re just friends.

Packing up your cabin and saying goodbye at the end of the season is one of the hardest things you’ve done all summer.

Two Months Later

The triple whistle blow signals the end of the game. You’re absolutely spent, hands on your knees, so tired that you can’t even celebrate that you’d just beat an unbeatable team.

Last year, they beat you every single time, but now, you look up at the scoreboard to see your score at 3, and the visitors’ score at 2. Soon enough, your teammates pull you into a hug, the air buzzing with pride and excitement.

The hot shower you take in the locker room after the game is unbelievably rewarding.

You beam when you see Zach standing by the stadium front doors. His face lights up the moment he sees you.

“You were amazing,” he says, pulling you in for a hug and taking your heavy duffle bag for you as the crowds exiting the building surround you. “Did you hear the crowd when you nailed that one tackle in the second half? I was so proud that I told the guy beside me that you’re my girlfriend.”

You laugh, perching up on your toes to quickly kiss him.

“And what’d he say?” you ask.

“He just looked at me like this,” he says, pulling an annoyed expression. You laugh again. “Baby, you killed it. Best defense I’ve ever seen.”

“Now you’re pushing it,” you chuckle.

“I’m serious,” he says. “You’re amazing. Who’d you train with? Obviously a pro.”

“Alright,” you roll your eyes, smiling.

“I mean it. And five.”

You lace your fingers in his, grinning. The more you opened up to each other, learning about how hard it can be for Zach to express his difficult emotions, ‘and five’ became your way to assure each other you mean what you’re saying, a silly reference to how he loves to say ‘one hundred and five percent.’

‘And five’ is your way of saying you promise. That you’re sure. That there’s no reason to doubt anything.

“Wow, and five?” you say. “So, you’re not just trying to flatter me before dinner.”

Zach grins, pulling you in for a hug. You’re set to go to his house to meet his family after you get ready in your dorm.

“You’re sure you’re not too tired?” he asks.

“I don’t care how tired I am,” you say. “I can’t wait to meet them. And seeing Tom and Ruby again will be nice.”

The MacLarens’ house is warm and welcoming, just as you expected. You feel like you already know his parents and sister within minutes and when Zach’s aunt and uncle arrive, it’s comforting to see them, knowing they already like you.

Throughout dinner, Tom and Ruby tease Zach for how obviously lovestruck he was at work all summer. Even his sister joins in, calling him cheesy.

“I hope you know we’re all just joking, sweetie,” Zach’s mother says to you quietly, clearly a bit worried you’ll think they’re being too harsh on your boyfriend.

“I do,” you say kindly. In the time you’ve been together, you’ve joked with Zach that teasing seems to be his love language. It’s sweet seeing him at home, joking with his family, looking up at you every so often to make sure you’re having a good time.

After you say your goodbyes, Zach drives you to your dorm. He pulls up to your building, the back of your hand warm from where he’s been resting his palm.

Every time you’re in his car, you think about the first time you were in it back in the summer, going into town, getting to know him. You’ve been in it so many times since then, driving around and playing your favorite songs.

“Well, thank you again,” you say, relieved to have heard he knows his family loved you, just as he suspected. “I had fun.”

“You fit right in,” Zach says. He hopes it’s not too much, but the longer he’s been with you, the less scared he is of being too much.

You smile at him, proving him right. He doesn’t have to hold back.

“I was thinking something,” he says, “when I was looking at you at dinner.”

“What?”

“That I always knew that things between us didn’t go so fast because of the whole forbidden thing,” he tells you. “They’d go that fast anyway. For me, at least.”

You smile, relieved to hear it. You spent so much of the camp season wondering if the rule you were both living under was the reason things escalated the way they did.

You’ve talked about the summer, reminiscing on your memories, laughing over your favorite moments, finding it hilarious how stressed you both were about the bosses finding out about you when they already knew, but you never dove into how fast your relationship went.

“You have no idea how nice it is to hear that,” you say. “I agree. I would’ve been just as crazy about you if we met outside of work.”

“Me, too,” he says, his dimples caving into his cheeks as he gazes at you. He takes a deep breath, bringing your hand up to his mouth, kissing your palm. “I love you. And you don’t have to say it back, but I just want you to know.”

“I love you, too,” you say, feeling weightless. “Obviously.”

“Yeah?” Zach doesn’t know when his heart started pounding this hard, but it’s thudding in his ears.

“Yeah,” you say. “And five.”

He leans close and kisses you over and over, just like he did the first night on the dock.

But this time, instead of saying that you should stop and that this isn’t allowed and that you could get in trouble every time your lips part, you’re whispering that you love each other.

(the end)

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[tri-poke]

In the split moment between Zach's leap for her back and his settling onto her flaking shoulders, Demon-Tooth has risen to her full height and flared her feather ruff for giving him firm handholds as she jerks forward, bolting straight for the coming posse. She makes a coughing roar somewhere between a complaint 'I was resting' and a peace-threat of 'Don't start anything and we won't have to fight.'

The posse's rexes belt the same peace-threat back at her which manages to make no one feel particularly peaceful.

Then they're dashing past the glowing blob, which up closer, looks like nothing so much as Cookie wafting her veil so it blooms in a ball, as if the Professor might be trying to fluff bedcoverings the size of his whole wagon... except it's getting taller and it smells like eggs that have gone bad...

Then they're past it and on a collision course with the posse. Some of whom already have rifles up and slung, looking like they got more a grudge to settle than a justice to serve. Until Demon-Tooth snaps all her feathers taught so she seems to bloom into hugeness for a second and gives a roar like a poked giant, bellowing, 'I warned you!'

A good five of the posse's rexes screech and rear, leaping to the side to look bigger themselves. And even the rest have a hiccup in their mad dash.

The heavy boned giant of a man in the lead, hair looking the same color as his silver Reever's badge in the low light, locks his bulging eyes on Zach, his teeth clenched in a murderous rictus grin. The only good thing Zach can see about the moment is that at least the Reever doesn't have his shotgun drawn from his saddle holster - yet.

((and what action would you like to take? Essentially anything you try to do will require a draw because of the pressure and danger of the circumstances.))

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: anon request - "can you do a zach one where he like exposes him and readers secret relationship and she just goes with it , like " you weren't so quiet last night " and she just has her jaw dropped and says something back and it ends with smut" 

Warnings: this one shot will contain reader having sexual daydreams during the podcast, those dreams will include, oral (m rec), unprotected sex, the rest will contain Zach's usual banter and fluffiness

Word count: 2.1 k | not edited 

Also - I know it might get confusing, but the italics are what happened the night before, but in the form as if it's happening right now, like you're replaying the night in your mind. Hope that made sense, enjoy! 

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"You want to know what I think is crazy?" Zach asks as his fingers drag up and down your arm. 

"Hmm?" You hum quietly as you keep your head on his chest. You feel him laugh slightly, "That no one has figured us out yet." 

You laugh, moving your head to look up at him, "Well now you just jinxed the hell out of that." 

He shrugs, a smirk on his face, "I mean I like us being a secret and all, but it's so hard for me to not say certain things when you're on the pod with us." 

You nod, "Yeah, I know what you mean." You smirk, "So what, is that your way of telling me you're going to out us at tomorrow's show?" 

He raises his brows, "I'm full of surprises babe. Guess you're going to have to wait and see." 

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The next day, you're sitting on the red bench, headphones on and you're getting ready to do the show, but your mind just isn't there. 

Instead it's elsewhere. 

Specifically, replaying the time spent with Zach the previous night. 

The way you felt coming back from the restaurant, you needed him, his hands resting on your hips as you unlock your door made you crave him. 

When you finally got the door open, it was like the energy that craved one another clashed, As soon as you push the door open, he spun you around, lips on yours as he backs you into your apartment. 

"Hey." A hand is woven in front of you, "Earth to y/n." 

You look over at Tara and blink as you take your headphones off, "Yeah, hi. I'm here." 

"Where the fuck did you go. You were like-" she mimics how you were staring, "Zoned out." 

You laugh, "Sorry. I'm tired. I was up all night." Zach and Jared walk onto the set, "Oooh. Up all night doing what?" Zach teases and you roll your eyes, "I was coming up with a list of places that've already been to for Sam and Colby." 

Zach sits down and raises his brows, "Wow that was very specific." Zach sighs, placing his headphones on and you can't help but laugh. 

Friends around friends, lovers when it's just you two. 

You lean back, placing your headphones back on and Tara speaks up, "So I have to ask, how does it feel being better than two of the most liked ghost hunters in the world?" 

You laugh slightly, "What do you mean?" 

"I know you do paranormal investigation stuff too, and just the fact that Sam and Colby are coming to you for stuff.. I don't know that just.." Tara laughs and you tilt your head, "Are you just saying that to make a jab at them?" 

She nods and lean in to your mic, "Well then it feels pretty damn good." 

"Alright, alright. Anymore and we'll be scraping your brain off the walls from your head swelling to the point of exploding." Zach tries not to laugh and you shrug, "Hey, I take it when I can." 

You give him a quick and subtle wink then quickly change the subject, "Cat got Zach's tongue so I'll just go ahead and do the intro for him." You laugh, "What's up guys, we're here with Tara, Alyssa, me, Jared and oh, I guess Zach is here too." 

Zach just stares at you and you can't help but laugh. 

"Okay, but I love the fact that she announced Tara and me first." Alyssa laughs and you point to her. Tara nods, "Yeah, I'm going to have to say that we need to all vote to make y/n the person who announces the show." 

"Like a pre-recorded track because there are days she isn't here." Alyssa points out and you nod, "I agree. All in favor." You raise your hand and instantly say, "Three versus two. Girls win." 

"Youre ridiculous. Who invited you here anyway?" Zach rolls his eyes and you furrow your brows, "Um, you?" 

"Can you just like, zip it." Zach motions at his mouth and you smirk, "Make me. Take my headphones away." 

Zach tries not to laugh, "I mean, I can. But you might moan a little." 

"Oh my god. No. No. No." you close your eyes and look away from him, but in secret, you'd be on your knees in seconds for him. 

Zach places his hands on your shoulders, urging you to your knees. You drop down, complying to his every silent request. 

You stare up at him as he shrugs his black jean jacket off, eyes locked on yours as his jaw is slightly slack from your hand sliding over his throbbing cock that's being held back by his jeans. 

"I don't think.. you should say that to our guests?" Jared says with a nervous laugh, "I'm actually surprised you haven't gotten sued yet." 

"Please." Zach shrugs, nodding to you, "She won't sue me." 

Tara points to you, "I think you should just for his reaction. 

You laugh, "Thinking about it." 

You weren't thinking about that at all, Zach undoes his belt, followed by his jeans. The quick sound of the zipper going down causes your skin to perk up with goosebumps, caused by excitement. 

You rise up from your calves, licking your lips as you work fast to free him from his boxers. 

Zach speaking pulls you back into reality, "So now that we're past that embarrassing ensemble.." 

Zach trails off and so does your mind, You loved hearing Zach's little moans and groans as you held his cock with your lips and tongue. 

The way his fingers gentle drug over your head, slowly pulling your hair as his pleasure grew larger, "Fuck." 

Zach didn't really swear in general, so when he did, and it was because of you. It was even fucking hotter. 

You blink, snapping back into reality. 

"So I thought we could talk about something serious today." Zach says and Jared laughs, "Oh no. Someone's getting fired." 

"Yeah it's you." Zach says, pretending to be serious and Jared laughs, "I'd love to see you try, I'll just tell you no and you'll listen." 

You laugh and nod, "No that's so true." 

"Yeah whatever." Zach rolls his eyes, "No I have an exciting announcement." 

Your heart thumps and your head snaps towards him slightly. 

His eyes move to you and he smiles a little bit, "So, I have some news that may shock a lot of people, but I think everyone should know this, from me." 

"What's the fuck is happening?" Tara asks and Zach sighs, speaking quickly, "We're going to be doing a live dropouts show." 

You let out a breath and keep your stare on him, "Wow, Zach. That's great." 

"Better be, because they want all of us who are here right now." Zach gives a thumbs up, "What a relief it was to get that off my chest." 

You laugh slightly as your eyes trail down his neck to his necklace that's lying comfortably on his chest. 

Your back slams onto the bed, Zach's lips kissing over any skin they can reach. You let out a moan as he sucks a hicky into the skin over your hip. 

He kisses up over your boobs and up your neck. He leans up and you feel his cock slip between the folds of your pussy. 

The shiny necklace dangling from his neck as you feel him slide into you fully. You find it so hot when it swings back and forth with each thrust.

"Hey, I can't lie." Jared laughs and Tara cuts him off with a yell, "Say it!" 

You look over, at Tara, laughing as she keeps pointing to jared. You look over at Zach and he gives you a look that would make your legs go weak if you were standing. 

It wasn't a weird look. It was him just staring at you, knowing why you keep zoning out, and he was just making it worse. 

"I liked y/n's intro." Jared sighs and you look over at Jared with a clap, "Thank you." 

"You definitely thought it was better than Zach's intro, right?" Alyssa asks and Jared laughs, "I'm not answering that." 

You yelling with excitement, "Fuck yeah! Because you know that girls are just better than boys!" You motion between you, Tara and Alyssa. 

"Whoa, whoa!" Zach says waving his hand out in front of him a few times, "Settle down. Settle down, I'm getting flashbacks." 

"War flashbacks." Jared snorts and Tara asks with a laugh, "Flashbacks of what?!" 

You look at Zach, laughing and he shakes his head while furrowing his brows, "I don't know what you're laughing about because these flashbacks are of how loud you were being last night." 

It all happened so fast you blank, "What the fuck." 

"What did he just say?" Jared asks, mouth dropped with surprise. 

"Oh yeah, okay." Tara rolls her eyes and as you're still staring at Zach, he tilts his head slightly, giving his brows a quick flick. 

He outted you at tomorrow's show. 

Might as well roll with it. 

"You gonna tell them or you want me to, princess?" Zach smirks and you shrug, letting out a dramatic sigh, "Whatever helps you sleep at night." 

"Oh, you know exactly what helps me sleep at night." Zach winks as you look at him and you shake your head, looking down to rest it in your hand. 

"I can't tell if they're joking." Alyssa laughs and Tara cuts in, "Yeahhh, I mean, okay. I've actually been extremely suspicions about these two for weeks now."

"Oh please tell us what made you think that, Tara." Jared leans in, super invested into the conversation. 

You look up and look from Tara to Zach and he shrugs, "Hit me." He nods to Tara and she smirks, looking between you and Zach, "Well for starters, he stares at her every time she looks away." 

"I like looking at the back of her head. It makes it so I don't have anything mean to say." Zach shrugs and you  just laugh. 

"What else you got, Tara?" Jared encourages and Tara laughs, "Another thing is, they'll stop answering me at both at the same time. Like I'll be texting both of them and then all of a sudden.. radio silence." 

"I have a very strict bed time, Tara." You and Zach both say, just adding fuel to the fire and you just laugh, knowing that you're caught. 

"See!" Tara tells pointing, "See!" 

"Well.. if you don't know you do now." Zach laughs and Jared eggs him on, "Know what? Zach. Care to enlighten us with a perfect confirmation?" 

"What's my lawyer?" Zach yells looking around as he raises his hand. 

"So isn't true? You and.." Alyssa points from you to Zach and you laugh, nodding your head slowly. 

"Wow." Jared says, "I honestly did not expect this is come out onto the podcast today." 

Zach reaches for his water and takes a sip, "Listen, we played dumb, but we knew what we were doing." Zach scoffs, "Alright. You can't tell me that you weren't fooled."

"I knew my suspicions were there for a reason." Tara laughs, "How long?" 

"Two months." You laugh and they don't believe you.  Zach nods, "No she's serious.  It was after the episode with Jake and Johnnie." 

"Oh shit, yeah I guess that was two months ago." Tara nods, "I'm just like.. having a holy fuck moment." 

"Yeah." Zach laughs, "She came to see if I was as rich as I bragged that I was, and I must have passed inspection because she didn't go home that night." 

"Oh my god." You laugh, "That's not.." you shake your head and Jared laughs, "I just.. that really does shock me, like.. y/n. Why him?" 

You shrug, smiling as you look over at Zach. He glances at you and smirks, "What can I say? I'm full of surprises."

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[hadesrise]

𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. losing clark is the hardest part of your life, but you’re slowly moving forward... until you see him again.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. clark kent x male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. fluff, minor angst, probably strong language, mention of superman’s death, implied reader’s self-destructive behavior, implied depression, mention of the league and clark’s fight, I’M NOT FUCKING GOOD WITH WRITING ANGST HSKDSJDB

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. this is when clark got resurrected in zach snyder’s justice league but it’s you there instead of louis. idk i felt like writing it after watching zach’s version.

FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Loving a superhero always had its own consequences.

You knew that since the beginning, but ignored it and now you’re laying above your bed alone in sorrow and extreme heartbreak that you weren’t sure you could recover from.

It was stupid to believe that Clark won’t die easily. He was a Kryptonian from outer space, but that didn’t mean he was immortal. He had weaknesses and was certainly invincible. However, he wasn’t immune to injuries. Some of his enemies managed to hurt him before— You should’ve been prepared for the worst everytime you let him go out the door of your shared house.

Attending the funeral was the hardest thing for you to do; it took everything in your power not to just rush out and break down right there and then. Martha had been beside you the entire time, holding your hand, comforting you, hugging you, and crying with you until no tears were left, supporting you with all she can even though she wanted to break down as well at the loss of her son. You can’t thank her enough for being there for you when you need it most.

It’s been few months and yet you haven’t forgotten or moved on.

Every day, you would cry yourself to sleep hoping this is just one big bad dream, only to cry your eyes out the next morning after waking up and not feeling his warm body beside you. Your sleep schedule became unhealthy and you’ve lost a lot of appetite, often only eating salads.

Everyone worried for your health as you look such a mess with your hair disheveled, eyes puffy and red that had eyebags surrounding it, body that seemed like you haven’t eaten for days; the unhealthy daily routine taking a toll on you. They tried to contact you, but you never responded, too busy to mourn for Clark.

You knew cutting people off wasn’t right, Clark would disapprove if he was seeing you, but you don’t have the energy to communicate with anyone right now. You feel like you would break down for the hundredth times if you talked to people and that’s the least you want to happen.

Though, today, tears didn’t fall your cheeks after waking up. It seems like you got exhausted from crying too much that you can’t shed a tear anymore.

“Jesus, I’m so dramatic.” You sighed while sitting up and running a hand through your hair, feeling as the emptiness corrupted you almost overwhelmingly. It scared you a little bit, how you feel like not caring about yourself and anyone, how you don’t feel like yourself anymore, how tired and exhausted you felt just for living.

The emptiness is devouring you alive, yet you couldn’t care less.

Forcing your body to stand up, you walked towards the bathroom to take a long shower that you very much needed, considering you’re mentally and emotionally exhausted right now. Although it didn’t help your grief, it made you feel slightly better and calm.

This past few months, you were nothing but snappy and easy to get annoyed, letting your anger out on anything that lands on your sight. Once, you even went to a bar just to be drunk and get in a fight with the man who bumped on you, purposely receiving a cut on the cheekbone and lip, as well as couple of bruises. It was an unhealthy way to deal with the pain, but worked for a while nonetheless. Not that it made grief and pain disappear, though.

After getting out of the shower and putting your clothes on, you began drying your hair with a towel as you walked to the kitchen to get some cereal and milk.

Eating is probably the second hardest thing to do since it always reminds you of your dates with Clark that consisted of eating together while laughing and talking — It took you three weeks to be able to eat without remembering those good times and breaking down instantly afterwards. Your mental health was clearly going downhill since his death and you weren’t going to do anything about it, until you realized you needed to get yourself together when Martha called and talked some sense into you gently, as she always did.

“If you continue to destroy yourself like this, do you think Clark would be happy? Do you think he would be okay? No, (Y/n). He would be devastated that he’s causing you to be like this. I know my son better than anyone, and I’m very sure he doesn’t want this life for you.”

She said with teary voice. That kinda snapped you into reality because the last thing you want is make her cry and over-worry, specially when she’s dealing with Clark’s death the hard way too. Hell, she might be even dealing with it harder than you. So, instead of sulking all day and lay in bed waiting for another mental breakdowns to come, you decide to help yourself get better.

It’s what Clark would’ve wanted. Even though you were too exhausted, you didn’t want to disappoint him in the afterlife.

The next thing you did after eating breakfast is go outside to take a long quiet walk, wearing your favorite black coat. Quiet walks always helped you when you were in troubled mood, calming your nerves down and quieting your thoughts.

“Mr. (Y/n)... Haven’t seen you in a long time. It’s nice to see you back.”

Jack, the owner of your favorite coffee shop, greeted with surprise and a warm smile as you entered.

You smiled, but it doesn’t reach your eyes like it used to. Jack must have noticed it, because he frowns at how empty and lifeless you looked. However, he doesn’t say anything as he goes to make your usual order and talk about whatever he had in his mind. You listened quietly, hands shoved inside the pockets of your coat.

“You look very tired, Mr. (Y/n). Are you okay?” Jack said softly, placing your order on the counter — two coffees and two original doughnuts.

You paused at the order, the weight on your shoulders coming back. The back of your eyes sting yet tears didn’t come out.

I guess I’m tired of crying already.

With a deep sigh leaving your lips, you forced out a small smile. Jack saw the glint of sadness and grief in your eyes before quickly disappearing into nothingness. “I guess I’m still too speechless for Superman’s death. Sometimes, we seem to forget that heroes can die too just like us.” Your voice was barely above whisper.

Jack gives you a sad look and nodded his head to show you he understood.

He really doesn’t, but you were thankful even then.

You walked out of the coffee shop after taking your order as wondered what the hell you’re supposed to do with the second coffee and doughnut. Drinking both sounds fun since coffee’s your favorite. You don’t try to, though, as you were finally trying to get your shit together.

And then, you remember what Martha said.

“There’s a.... Uh— a tribute, for Clark if you ever want to go outside again. I’ve seen it. So many people wrote him messages there, (Y/n). I’m sure you will see it easily when you walk around. I hope... You will visit it someday.”

Your breath trembled. You stopped in your tracks immediately, before spinning around and walking the opposite direction from your shared home towards where you heard this tribute to Superman is.

Your hands were shaking as you get closer, but you gripped the paper bag tight to stop it.

Stopping in front of the tribute, you let out a shaky breath.

Surely, there were messages written on the black crystal like spike stones that sticks out from the ground. In front of it was the Superman logo that you were used to seeing on Clark’s suit. Your mood shifted down after realizing it would be the only place you’ll ever see instead of the suit the love of your life wore — Almost instantly, you feel like crying again.

You can’t even touch the logo anymore or write messages because barriers surrounded this place.

Below each barriers, different kinds of flowers were on the ground, reminding you that many people were also grieving for the death of their hero, and that they loved him. Maybe not as much as you did, but they loved him enough. That was enough to make you feel at peace, knowing everyone in the city loved him and still do.

Sniffing, you took out the coffee and doughnut from the paper bag before placing the bag on the ground, setting them above it. Hand carrying your doughnut and coffee isn’t a big deal, you didn’t want to just leave his on the ground where lots of bacterias live, even though no one’s ever gonna eat it.

You straighten yourself and stared at the logo. There was a severed head of his statue, but it didn’t really matter.

“I hope you’re at peace, my love.” You spoke softly, as if you were really talking to him. “You fulfilled your duty, Clark. You saved the world. But... Your life was taken in exchange. I wish I had powers to save you before this could happen. Death would still be inevitable then, but at least the risk of you dying will be low.” Your voice cracked, feeling your throat and the back of your eyes burn.

Letting out a trembling breath, you let tears gather in your eyes. “I loved you, Clark. I still do, and always will.”

You loved everything about him.

It was time to let go.

The sound of explosion made you flinch and turn back around with wide eyes. It came from Clark’s tribute, where you mourned for him fifteen minutes ago.

Something in the sky caught your eyes and you narrowed your eyes to see clearly, confusion crossing your face in an instant after making out a male figure literally standing in the air above the sky, at the same height of the buildings. It’s impossible for a human to be able to stand on air like that, and the only person you knew capable of was your dead lover.

Suddenly, your chest exploded with mixed emotions— hope, confusion, joy, disbelief, denial.

No, he’s dead. You shake your head in denial.

Your feet betrayed you as it started walking back towards where the explosion sounded off.

It was insane, thinking and hoping that that man is Clark. He’s dead— Clark Kent is already dead, you mourned for him and almost destroyed yourself. He can’t be alive and standing on air like he used to. You watched him be placed in the coffin and buried.

This is impossible.

However, all of your denial flew out the window when you finally saw the commotion going on. Shirtless Clark, levitating over Batman with anger in his expression, and Batman laying helplessly on the ground as he leans back against the police car and clearly fearing for his life.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, but when Clark’s eyes glowed in an attempt to laser the Bat, you immediately snapped out of your shock.

“Clark! Clark, stop!” You rushed over without hesitation and stopped beside them, desperately calling out to him so he wouldn’t end up killing Batman. You knew Clark and if he finds out he killed Batman, he would be devastated no matter how lost he was.

The glow in his eyes disappear as quickly as the wind flow when he heard your voice. Clark freezes, and turns to look at you with recognition shining in his eyes. His mouth opened a little agape, as if he was speechless at the sight of you, as he slowly levitated back to the ground. Keeping yourself from tearing up, you immediately wrapped him in a hug right after his feet landed on. “Clark.” You whispered his name, voice cracking as tears welled up in your eyes and your throat burned.

It only takes few seconds for Clark to embrace you back as tightly as you were embracing him, a huff of relief laughter leaving his lips. You could feel him visibly relax into your hold and Clark buried his face on your shoulder, inhaling your scent that he missed so much.

God, this is impossible.

You holding Clark in your arms again. For fuck’s sake, you watched his lifeless body get lowered to the ground in his grave. You must as well be losing your mind, right?

Clark felt your arms tighten around him. “I’m real, baby.” You froze, heart almost exploding at the sound of his voice. “I’m real, I’m here.” He repeats, soothingly rubbing your back.

Sniffing, you pulled away only enough to look at his beautiful blue eyes that you’ve come to love. Your hands cupped his cheeks almost automatically, and he placed his on top of it as a soft look plastered his face. “You’re really here, aren’t you?” His heart breaks at your disbelieving tone. Clark nods his head in reassurance, resting his forehead against yours.

Finally, a sob escapes your mouth as you pulled him back into a tight embrace again.

By this point, the whole Justice League members had rushed over to see what had made everything suddenly quiet since they were fighting only a minute ago. Batman raises his hand to quickly stop them, gesturing towards the two lovers reunited at last. The League stops few meters away, surprise coating their faces at the sight of Superman affectionately and intimately hugging a civilian man, who had tears already streaming down your cheeks.

Sighing deeply and silently crying your relieved tears out, you finally saw the League and gave them a small smile. Wonder Woman smiles back with a thankful nod.

“Let’s go home, my love.” You whispered, resting your head against his and closing your eyes. “Let’s go home.”

Clark tightens his embrace and kisses you on the side of your head before flying away, leaving the place for good.

Your arms around him were tight as he flies you both towards wherever he had in mind, eyes closed to feel his presence— his existence, just him. Clark holds you as equally tight, wanting to reminisce his second chance to be with you. He was still confused what happened and how he’s alive again, but unlike before, he was calm and only has one thing in mind; to hold you forever. The confusion was probably what set him off to attack the Justice League members since he doesn’t remember most things, and you being there helped him recognize his past life.

No one knows what would’ve happened if you weren’t there. He might have killed Batman.

Landing on a farm with one single house visible, just then did Clark let go of you so you could take a look around. Recognition flash in your eyes. This was Clark’s old home; you used to come here and visit Martha with Clark just to spend time with her.

Martha adored you from the moment you stepped into her house and you will forever be thankful to her for always being there for you and guiding you to a better path.

“I missed being here,” You spoke quietly with a soft smile. Clark had one on his lips as well. “We used to help Ma with the farm and have breakfasts, lunches, and dinners together.”

Clark gently takes your hand in his, giving it a squeeze. “Yeah... And we used to lay on the rooftop just staring at the sky, counting the bright stars while eating snacks.” You chuckle at what he said, Clark following soon after.

Turning to look at him, a single tear rolled down your cheek. You no longer felt empty staring into his blue eyes, instead being filled with warmth and love. Clark smiles sadly, guilt flashing in his eyes as he wipes your tear away with his thumb before cupping your cheek with the very hand that he used. You sigh and close your eyes to relinquish the feeling of his touch.

“I love you, Clark.” You mutter. “I couldn’t let you go.”

“Shh...” He softly shushed you, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. “It’s okay, love. I love you too. I’m sorry for leaving you here, I’ll never do that again.” Whispering, his eyes stared at you with reassurance.

You sigh again, shaking your head slightly. Clark frowns. “No. You can’t make promises you can’t keep, Clark. The world needs Superman, and we’d never know if something like that will ever happen again. Being Superman... Death is inevitable.” The heartbroken and sad look on your face shatters Clark’s heart.

It made him realize how much you didn’t take his death well. How it destroyed your life— you, itself. He felt guilty for making you go through all that pain and grief. Now, you seemed as if you don’t want to get attached to him just in case his second life ends in the same fate again.

There was fear in your eyes and it wasn’t small.

It was big, and extreme, and devouring you from the inside, and too much. Too much for your already ruined mental state.

“(Y/n), baby.” Clark softly called your name as he felt his heart clenching at the devastated look on your face. “I won’t let it happen this time, I promise. I’ll stay by your side forever. Just please, don’t stop believing in me?” He pleaded, caressing your cheek and the other hand gently squeezing yours.

Letting out a deep breath, you squeezed back. “I never stopped believing in you.”

Clark smiles at that before swooping you off the ground, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck with a small yelp. He laughs and begin walking towards the house, not caring that it’s already owned by the bank. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent that you always loved.

It feels as if all those times you cried, broke down, and mourned for him wishing he was alive is just imagination or a bad dream that you always wanted to wake up from ever since he died. Perhaps, Clark’s time isn’t yet to come.

But none of them mattered.

Nothing mattered but this moment; you and Clark, together, in each other’s arms once again.

And you’re ready to hurt anyone that threatens to take his life for the second time.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[kgs10]

Interview

Loona x interviewer (fem)

Genre: fluff Warnings: None Word count: 1785

Prompt: Loona has an interview with you (you are like Zach from the Zach Sang Show). You get to have an interview face to face during their tour in LA. Every member was there, nobody was feeling sick, and they had time between shows. Also, you know Korean and taught most of your team how to speak the language since you lived there for some time in your teens.

~Before the interview

You were sitting and talking to your co-host waiting for LOONA to get to the studio and said “I’m so nervous. I’ve been waiting to interview them. They are my favorite K-pop group of all time.” She laughed and said “Really? That’s a big statement Y/n.”

“Yes. They have one of the coolest ways of debuting. Plus their discography has no skips.”You scoffed. You got the ok that they have pulled up safely. You made sure every mic was working and that there was enough seating for all of them. You had your studio set up like a living room so the people that you were interviewing were comfortable. You looked at yourself in the mirror one more time to make sure you looked good.

You had on a white knitted suit with a linen blazer  You had your hair in a loose low ponytail with your baby front hairs out. You had light makeup on. You looked good. You don’t say that often to yourself but today you had to give yourself some credit.

When you had spoken over the phone with the LOONA manager, they asked what to wear. You told them to just wear something casual. You wanted LOONA to be comfortable since they are on tour and that’s just how you are.

You heard voices coming from the hallway and now you were freaking out on the inside. Your co-host was laughing at you so hard. You looked at her and gave her the death stare. She tried to hold it together but failed miserably.

First LOONA’s manager walked in and greeted your managers and the camera people. Then they came to you and said “It’s good to finally meet you in person Y/n. The girls wouldn’t stop talking about you on the way here.” He shook your hand. You were shocked that they even knew who you were.

“I hope that’s a good thing.” You laughed nervously. “Oh trust me. When they talk a lot about someone that’s interviewing them that means they are excited.”

“I’ll trust you on that one.” You laughed. They finished greeting everyone and they came over to where you standing with their manager and just kept staring at you. You could feel their eyes on you.

Yves whispered to her members saying that you were one of the prettiest interviewers that they ever encountered. They all nodded. You were trying so hard to listen to their manager but you had a hard time when they were staring at you.

Haseul tapped on their manager’s shoulder and said “Stop pestering the poor girl and let us introduce ourselves to the hosts.” He laughed and moved over so they could introduce their selves.

They did their usual greeting and introduced themselves one by one. You thought that the cameras didn’t do them justice. They were so pretty that you thought you were dreaming.

You spaced out when they were introduce themselves to you so your co-host nudged your shoulder and said “My name is Ashley and my friend here is Y/n. I think she’s starstruck. She’s been a fan since you guys debuted. She was really nervous before you all walked in.”

They all laughed and blushed. “Don’t worry. I think we were all starstruck when we first saw you too Y/n.” Haseul said. You were blushing so hard and they all said you were cute.

“Sorry, I’m not usually like this. You all are just so pretty.” You laughed and looked down. Your co-host was laughing so hard at you. You looked back up and introduced yourself properly. “Hello, my name is Y/n. Thank you for coming. I would have never thought I would be interviewing you guys in person.” They held their hands out for you to shake them. You shook them and so did your co-host.

Your manager said that it was time to start the interview. You looked at them and said “Are you girls ready? Do any of you need to use the bathroom, touch up your makeup, or just chill before we start?”

“No, we are all ready. Thank you for asking that. You are one of the sweetest people we have encountered on a show.” Haseul said.

You lead them into your studio and they were looking around in awe. You were smiling while looking at them. “You guys can sit anywhere you like. Make yourselves comfortable.” You said to them. You sat in your chair and adjusted your mic. Your co-host did the same.

You waited until all of them sat down and asked them if they are ready. They all said yes. You gave your camera director a thumbs up and he started counting down from 3.

“Hello everybody. As you can see in the title of this video I’m with the wonderful, beautiful,  talented, amazing, show-stopping, LOONA, also known as Idalui Sonyeo.” Everybody clapped. They introduced themselves again but this time in English.

“Welcome again. How are you guys?” You asked them and they all responded and said “good.”

“How are you Y/n and Ashley?” Cheorry asked. “I’m great now that you girls are here.” You said and they all screamed. Ashley waited until they all stopped screaming and said “I’m good. Y/n what is with you? You’ve never acted like this towards anybody else we’ve interviewed.”

“I’m just excited. Don’t kill the vibe, Ashley.” You joked with Ashley and they were laughing.

The rest of the interview went well. You asked them about the tour and Queendom 2. “So girls, How was queendom 2? By the way, I watched every single episode and voted for you guys the entire show.”

They laughed and Kim Lip said “It was an amazing experience. It wasn’t easy but it was fun.” “I’m glad that we got invited to be on Queendom 2 not because we wanted to win but to get recognized more in the industry.” Olivia Hye said. “I mean we would’ve liked to have won but we were proud of what we placed and we wouldn’t have placed without orbits,” Chuu said.

“I for one am very proud of you guys. And how far you all have come since your solo debuts.” You said. “Thank you. That was like the nicest thing that an interviewer has ever said to us.” Jinsoul said and the rest of them responded with a nod. “Y/n quit flirting with them,” Ashley said.

“I’m just saying the truth.” They laughed. The rest of the interview was filled with laughter and flirting.

You got the signal that it was time to wrap everything up and end the show. “Well girls, thank you for joining us today. I hope you all have a good time with your concert tomorrow and tour. Do you have anything else to add Ashley?” She said “No. we’ve covered everything. Thank you, girls. I haven’t seen Y/n this excited during an interview ever so thank you again.”

You blushed and scratched the back of your neck. “No, thank you for inviting us. This will forever be one of our favorite interviews. You were so nice and made us feel comfortable same with Ashley.” Haseul said. “Will you be coming to our concert tomorrow?” Yeojin asked.

“Yes, I will. I will be in VIP. I bought tickets when they first came out.” You responded. They smiled and Yves said “Good. We will look for you and we will give you backstage passes. So you can see us after the show is over.”

“Wait really?” You were so excited. “Really! We will tell one of the staff members to bring you backstage when it’s over.” Heejin said.

“Ok. I look forward to tomorrow. Alright, that’s it for our show guys. Loona anything else to add?” You asked them.

“We hope to see all of you that are going to our concerts. Stay healthy. Take care.” Hyunjin said. “Thank you Y/n and her managers for making this interview happen. We all love this show.” Vivi said. “I love you orbits.” Chuu and Gowon said while making a heart.

You were smiling at them and whispered “cute” but you forgot that you had your mic on still. Oh well, you didn’t really care. They looked at you and blushed.

“1..2..3.. This has been Idalui Sonyeo.” They all said at the same time. The cameras turned off. They all stood up and stretched.

“Would you mind if we all take a picture together?” You asked them. Chuu said, “Of course, we wouldn’t mind.”

You and Ashley were put in the middle of them and the rest were in front of you kneeling or on the side of you and Ashley. You all put up a piece sign and took pictures.

Once you were done with group pictures, They asked you for individual pictures and of course, you said yes. Once you were done with individual pictures they then asked you for your personal phone number so you all could hang out anytime they were in La or you were in Seoul. You couldn’t believe you were giving them your personal phone number to your ult K-pop group.

You were shaking and Choerry shook her head and put her hand on your back to calm you. You stopped shaking when Choerry put her hand on your back.

You were laughing, and having fun with them when their manager told them it was time to go. They thanked you again and you did too. You told them to text you if they need anything if they are in La again or if they just want to hang out and they said they will.

You watched them leave and you heard your co-host laughing again. “What? Why are you laughing?”

“Nothing. You just are funny to watch.” She said while packing her stuff up. You shook your head at her and started cleaning up the studio.

You finished and left your studio. You already missed them. You went to bed that night thinking about the concert tomorrow. You knew that you were probably going to have post-concert depression but you didn’t care as long you get to see them tomorrow.

Note: Hope you all like this one. Don’t forget to vote and reblog. Also STAN LOONA!

[broadstbroskis]

Anything sweet with Willy?

we all deserve ALL the fluff after tonight; hope this is sweet enough! four times you take a picture of will + one time he takes one of you (or something like that, this is the most informal 4+1)

send me prompts!

one

Photography was a dumb elective class you took in high school, made worse by the subject matter. Honestly, you will never forget Miss Wollin telling you to gather sticks and rubber bands for your first photo. 

But you’d fallen in love with it somehow anyway and it was certainly better when you had a subject like William.

You’d first met William Nylander through mutual friends, a pretty blonde classmate of yours dating an equally pretty teammate of his at the time until it had ended terribly, by which point a group of you had become so close speculating over when they would break up and how that you just...kept talking.

“What are you doing?” Will grins at you one night, a rare, free weekend night of his, when you’re all at a house party celebrating someone’s birthday. He’d spent the week traveling, called up to the Leafs, before being sent back down again, and you know the back and forth has been kind of getting to him, so it’s nice to see the smile on his face.

“Taking your picture!” You say, like duh. What does he think you’re doing with a camera in your hands?

He cheeses it up, kind of ruining what was going to be a perfect candid, but he’s so pretty it doesn’t even matter.

two

Auston Matthews skates by and you snap a picture. Besides Will, he’s the last of the Leafs rookies this season that you need to get one of today, their first home game of a new season- for some of them, their first home game ever.

It’s loud, it’s energizing, it’s exciting; you’re kind of surprised you even manage to get Will’s attention at all during warmups.

Will pulls a face at you and it’s unfair that someone looking cross-eyed at you can still look so attractive.

three

“What are you doing?” You whine, pulling the camera from William’s hands. “You’re going to break it!”

“How?” He protests, laughing. “You just push the button!”

“William!” You gasp, loudly enough that Mitch on your other side turns to look. “There is more to it than that!”

“Like what?” Will reaches for your camera again, even as you pull it further away from him. “Lighting? Depth? Focus?” You nod, even though he’s definitely teasing you, and he continues. “Aperture. Long exposure.”

“You are 100% just saying things you’re pretty sure are photography terms.” You call him out and then immediately snap his picture, at the look on his face when you catch him.

“You know what?” He says, pulling his phone out instead of reaching for your camera again. “I’m going to start taking your picture.”

“Why?” You laugh, but then he holds his phone up and you’re covering your face, realizing he’s serious. “Will! Oh my god!”

“Why?” He repeats, but lowers his phone. “Oh my god, you’re hilarious!”

four

Will’s birthday is a perfect day for day drinking, and just about everyone is perfectly tipsy by the time golden hour hits.

“Smile!” You tell him. You’re on the roof of some bar you can’t remember the name of right now, and he’s got a drink in his hand that sloshes out over his fingers when he turns to grin at you, throwing a peace sign up as he does. 

You snap the picture even as you’re laughing, sure that when you develop it, it’s going to come out blurry. 

But god, there’s golden light and then there’s William Nylander in golden light, and it’s almost frustrating how little justice a photo even does him when the sun hits him just right. 

“Wait, lemme go again, I can do better!” Will cries, and you throw your head back laughing, even as you start preparing to take another, and another, and another.

“That’s cute!” Steph says quietly, next to you, and you don’t realize she’s talking to herself until the next day, when she sends you a picture from that moment, of Will laughing and you beaming at him like you’ll never see anything better.

plus one

You drop the picture off the day before Will’s due to return from Sweden, this shot of Will, Zach, Auston, and Mitch from Will’s birthday back in the spring all playing pong, framed in this dark wooden thing that goes so perfectly with the aesthetic of his condo, you’re pretty sure it’ll be months before he notices you’ve even put it there.

It’s about the farthest thing from what happens.

The day after he returns, he shoots you a text, asking you if you want to grab dinner that night, a typical reunion. He’s got a few places lined up he wants to hit when he comes back, seasonal menus he’s looking to get to before the season starts- the time is now for him. 

“I see you left me a gift.” He grins, as the hostess seats you across from him. “Breaking and entering now?”

“It’s not breaking and entering when you have a key, William.” You tease. “I just really liked it. Now you have a nice memory of all of them.”

He gives you a look, laughing, but not unkindly. “I see them everyday, who am I supposed to be forgetting?”

“Yeah, but someday you won’t.” You say. “You’ll all get old and retire and just...life happens. And that’s what’s so great about having these moments captured!” You grin as he looks at you thoughtfully. “You’ll always be able to look back on them-what the hell?” You cry, as the flash goes off on his phone suddenly. 

“Capturing a nice memory.” He says simply, looking down at the picture.

“We just sat down!” You try to reach for the phone, see what he could possibly be looking at with that look on his face. God, he must have gotten you mid-rant; what is your face even doing?

Will locks his screen and puts it on the table, making sure to meet your eyes. “Everything with you is a nice memory.”

That’s...a lot. “Oh.” You bite your lip. 

“Yeah.” Will laughs, and any uncertainty you might have had about his intentions is eased when he presses his ankle against yours under the table and leaves it there for the rest of dinner.

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Conversations

Chapter 12

Description: You accompany your friends on a day trip to Animal Kingdom Theme Park where you meet Scott Evans by chance. This one afternoon leads to a year long friendship with both Chris and Scott over text messages and phone calls.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Little angst, lot of fluff. A curse word or two.

Word Count: 5,542

A/N: I know nothing about the lives of the Evans family and mean no harm. This is purely fiction and for fun. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! The tag list is now closed. Each chapter tends to get reblogged from me a few times, so if you’re following me, you can’t miss it.  

*Italics are internal thoughts

Catch up with Chapter 11

**

A less drunk person would be more concerned that her old friend, kind of ex flame, and now kind of friend is sitting comfortably in her favorite chair in the middle of her living room.  As if this is how one normally spends a Saturday night. But not you. Those last few shots really took the edge off. You were happily munching on tacos with the boys. Albeit making a mess, but you would have to worry about that tomorrow.

“I want mouse ears!” Chris fake pouted.

“Ya can’t! It’s a Sassy and Grumpy exclusive,” Scott stated.

“’Sides, you don’t have a nickname. Oh! Dork! Dork is your nickname,” you shouted.

“Dork is not my nickname,” Chris said.

“Yeah, even I think that’s bad,” Scott said, earning a shove from you.

“Should we watch a movie?” you asked.

You were tucked closely next to Scott and Zach on the couch while Chris sat in the upholstered chair on the far end of the couch from you.

“Princess Bride?” Chris asked, eyes hopeful.

“Nooooo. That makes me sleepy,” you whined much to Scott’s enjoyment.

He threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. “Does someone not want to go sleepy?”

“I just ate a bunch of tacos,” you sighed out, patting your stomach. “We should go swimming!”

“I don’t think so sweetheart,” Chris quickly said.

You stuck your tongue out at him. No one said you were mature.

“Buzz kill!” Scott yelled.

“Party pooper!” Zach added.

Chris apparently would be babysitting the drunks tonight. He did not see that coming when he booked his ticket late Thursday night.

With most of the taco mess cleaned up, you grabbed a few of throw blankets from your bedroom closet and passed them out. Zach was already out with his head laying against the back of the couch.

Chris queued up the Hangover. Poetic Justice? Maybe.

Scott had gone to the kitchen, mixing you a random cocktail of whatever he could find in your refrigerator. It wasn’t a good idea, but neither of you were thinking.

“Heeeey. What’s that?” Chris asked pointing at the two glasses in Scott’s hand as he takes a seat and passes one to you.

“Mind ya business,” Scott answers firmly.

“Do you both need to still be drinkin’?”

“Yes,” you answered simply enough, taking a long drink from the glass, promptly coughing at the burn. “Is this that raspberry shit?” you questioned Scott.

“We have to use it up,” he said with a shrug.

You closed your eyes and took another big sip, promptly sticking your tongue to the taste. Chris chuckled, shaking his head.

“You guys are idiots,” he said.

“Takes one to be one! Wait. Takes to be one to know one! Damnit!” you shouted.

“Takes one to know one!” Scott shouted.

“Thank you,” you said, laying your head on Scott.

“I got you girl,” Scott said.

“Can always count on you,” you said pointedly to Scott.

“Heeeey,” Chris chided.

Surprisingly Zach slept through all the shouting.

The movie played on with the three of you contently watching. Twenty minutes in, Scott zonked out, his head resting on Zach’s stomach. Both of them lightly snoring in tandem much to your amusement. The two allies had suddenly left you defenseless against the eldest Evans. You were in no state to talk to Chris and you really hoped he didn’t bring up the two of you dating again in your weakened brain capacity.

Maybe I should go to sleep.

Deciding to chug the rest of Scott’s specialty concoction, you quickly got up to rinse your glass in the sink before briskly walking into your room. You realized quickly that you were not staying in your own room, so you quickly backed out the door and into the guestroom.

“Night, Y/N,” Chris called out. You waved your hand, but didn’t bother to turn around.

**

You weren’t sure what time it was, having left your phone in the living room and not bothering to install an alarm clock in the guestroom. All you knew is you were sick. You woke in a cold sweat, body shaking, slightly disoriented as to where you were. You needed to get up and get to a bathroom before you made a mess on the bed. You cursed yourself for drinking so much just because Chris had shown up. This was mostly Scott’s fault by feeding you shots earlier in the day. The tacos and chugging that last drink were strictly the fault of your own.

On shaky legs, you got up from the bed, and slowly moved to the door, opening it with what little strength you had. You made it to the hallway but then your stomach started to turn. You quickly dashed across the hall to the bathroom, well, dash was a strong word. One foot was able to push off the ground with some semblance of agility before you other knee started to drop. You practically slid across the hardwood floor, scrambling on hands and knees to the toilet, promptly emptying your stomach into the bowl. You started to cry, always hating the way your stomach convulsed as if it was no longer connected to your body. A second wave of nausea hit when you felt a hand on your shoulder. The person kneeled beside you, brushing back the damp pieces of hair from forehead as you held onto the bowl for dear life.

It wasn’t until he spoke, did you know that it was Chris that was rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I got you sweetheart,” he said softly.

The tears continued to flow as you dry heaved a few more times into the toilet bowl.

“Do you feel like you’re done?” he asked gently.

You nodded your head yes slightly. You were afraid too much movement would cause another wave of sickness.

Chris got to his feet, gently placing his hands under your armpits to slowly lift you up. Once you were off the ground, he held onto you with one arm and lowered the toilet seat with the other.

“Why don’t you sit down for a moment and I’ll clean you up.”

He helped you lower yourself to the closed lid before moving to the linen closet to grab a washcloth. He turned on the hot water and let it run for bit before soaking the cloth then ringing it out. Chris wiped gently around your mouth before bringing it back under the water again and ringing it out a second time. He ran the cloth over your forehead and then along your cheeks.

“Do you think you’re going to throw up again?”

“No, I think I’m done.”

Chris nodded his head. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

“I need to,” you point at your mouth and scrunched your face. Chris chuckled, moving back into the closet pulling out a bottle of mouth wash.

You got up gingerly, holding on to the vanity for support. Chris place an arm around your waist to keep you steady while you rinsed your mouth.

Although you were weak, you probably could have managed to get back to bed by this point, but Chris wasn’t letting you go. The two of you walked across the hall with one of his arms wrapped around your back before gently helping you settle on the edge of the bed.

“I really think we should get you changed; you’ve soaked through your t-shirt. You nodded in agreement.

Chris turned to the closest opening the accordion style doors before turning around to face you.

“S’not my room. The dresser in my room,” you said, pointing out the door.

Chris gave you a gentle smile before exiting the room. You heard him knock lightly before hearing the sound of muffled voices. You were still pretty drunk and still unaware of the time. In the morning you would be embarrassed, right now you just wanted to lay down and go back to sleep.

Chris came back in the room a short while later carrying another t-shirt and gym shorts.

“Let’s get you out of this sweetheart,” he said, setting down the change of clothes next to you.

He pulled at the hem of your shirt as you lifted your arms for him to pull it over your head. Chris kept his eyes on yours and you frankly couldn’t look away. Once the new shirt was situated, you stood up on unsteady legs and slid your sleep shorts down. Chris grasped your hands as you stepped out of the shorts. He knelt down to help put the new pair on as you rested your hands on his shoulders for support.

“You’re all set.”

You dropped to your butt, scooting up the bed to get to the pillow. Chris pulled the sheet and blanket over your legs and then brushed the palm of his hand over your forehead.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

“I’m going to grab the trashcan just in case you need it,” he said while leaving the room. He was back a second later, setting it on the floor near your head. “I don’t want to leave you.”

“No room,” you said slight shrugging a shoulder.

Chris grinned, lowering his head and shaking it. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Okay,” you replied sleepily.

Chris came back in the room carrying two pillows and a blanket, setting them on the ground before leaving the room again. He entered again this time carrying two couch cushions, placing them on the floor on the other side of the bed before retrieving the pillows and blanket and laying down.

“Now remember, your trashcan is on that side, I’m on this side,” he said. You hummed in response. “Night sweetheart.”

You didn’t respond as your senses were coming back to you slightly with your emotions on the brink of escape.

“Y/N, are you still with me?” he whispered.

Tears started to sprout for the corners of your eyes. You held your breath, trying to pretend you were asleep, but it came out like a whimper in your drunk state.

Chris sat up, placing a hand on the mattress. “What’s wrong? Are you going to be sick again?”

It was dark, but your eyes had adjusted and you could almost make out his face. You attempted to hold back the tears once more but it was of no use.

“Sweetheart, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I-I’m sad at you,” you whimpered out, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

It was the best way to describe how you felt about the two of you. You weren’t mad, although you had been mad when you first saw the photos, you were generally just sad at the situation. Sad that the last two times you were supposed to get together hadn’t turned out.

“You’re sad? At me?” he asked. You nodded your head yes and closed your eyes. Chris got to his feet, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Baby, I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”

You opened your eyes, seeing that his face was much closer to your own. “It’s not all you. I’m just sad that this didn’t work out. It’s too hard,” you said between soft sobs.

Chris leaned forward, placing a kiss on your forehead. One hand wiped the tears from your cheeks. “Can we please talk tomorrow? I promise there’ll be coffee.”

You gave him a small smile and nodded. The two of you really needed to talk about your relationship. In the middle of the night when you’re still drunk is definitely not the right time.

“Okay.” He stroked your cheek again before pulling up the blanket to your chin. “Try to get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Goodnight,” you said softly.

“Night,” he said, going back to the floor.

**

It was morning, but you were still unaware of the actual time. The room was bright with the shades doing nothing to block the sun’s rays. You stirred slowly as the massive headache did not aide your motivation to get out of bed. Zach and Scott weren’t set to fly out until late afternoon, so at least you knew that you had not missed their exit. You were sure Scott would wake you anyway.

You remembered a lot of the night, well, mostly what had occurred when you woke up and found yourself sick with Chris taking care of you. The rest you remembered bits and pieces. Starting now, you were officially giving up drinking shots. You were much too old to drink all day, especially shots.

Leaning over the side of the bed you saw that Chris as well as the cushions, pillows, and blanket were gone. It was probably for the better as you didn’t want to have that conversation right this minute.

When is he flying out anyway?

After taking a few more minutes for yourself, you crawled out of bed and walked across the hall to the guest bathroom you found yourself very acquainted with last night. You brushed out your hair, washed your face, and then brushed your teeth. Showering could wait until later.

Taking a big breath, you opened the bathroom door and shuffled down the hallway to your living room and kitchen. Scott and Zach sat at the kitchen island eating pancakes while Chris maned the stove making more.

“Hi,” you said shyly. This was your house, but it felt odd to have other people living in it while you slept.

“Good morning, princess,” Scott said, getting up from his barstool. He pulled you into a hug and rocked you back and forth. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit. How about you?”

“Better now that I ate something.”

You hummed in response, leaving his embrace to place a hand on Zach’s shoulder before walking up to Chris at the stove. You placed a hand on his upper back while you went to stand beside him.

“Hey sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

“Massive headache, but otherwise I’ll live.”

“How many do you want? You gotta eat,” Chris added when you didn’t immediately respond.

“Just two.” He nodded, flipping over the pancakes that were in the pan. “Listen, thank you for taking care of me last night.”

“Of course,” he said, turning to face you. “I’m sorry you got sick, but I’m glad you were able to get some more sleep after.”

You gave his arm a squeeze before turning back and taking a seat next to Zach at the island.

**

Scott and Zach left your place at two in the afternoon. Scott whispering “good luck” in your ear after hugging you goodbye.

Chris and you walked back in the house, both heading into the living room sitting on opposite ends of the couch.

“So,” he started

“Thank you again for taking care of me last night. I drank way too much, though Scott is most to blame for that.”

“Why were you guys day drinking anyway?”

You chuckled softly to yourself. “Okay, um. Hmm. I’m pretty sure Scott was trying to get me nice and drunk because he knew you were coming.

Chris wiped a hand down his face but his lips were turned up in a smile. “Suppose I deserve that.”

“No one deserved that. Especially my liver. I still feel like dying.” You gave him a soft smile, grabbing a throw pillow and wrapping your arms around it. “So, why did you come out here anyway?”

It was an honest question. You had called off whatever the two of you were a week ago and then he shows up at your door.

“I wanted to see you and spend time with you. I know you want to go back to being friends and I will respect that, for the time being,” he said.

“Such a brat,” you said.

“Me? Me?”

You took the pillow in your hand and wacked him with it.

“Well, I am happy to see you. How long are you staying?”

“A few days?” he asked. “Didn’t exactly book a return flight.”

You shook your head and scrunched up your lips at him.

“Well,” you said, clapping your hands together. “We need groceries. And you do realize I have to work.”

“It’s fine. Told you, I’m your pool boy,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. “Besides, I get you for breakfast and dinner. And I’m just realizing how dirty that sounds.” He said chuckling.

“Oh my god! Such a brat,” you said shaking your head once again. “I’m visiting Boston in October.”

“You are?! Staying with me?”

“Scott.”

Chris pouted his lips.

“Don’t give me that look. He offered and you told me your house is having work done,” you reasoned.

“Still livable. Just can’t use like half of it,” he shrugged. “Maybe a third by October.”

There was a beat of silence before Chris’ smiling face turned serious.

“I don’t like that you’re sad about us. I want us to get back to what we were, before a dating relationship even began. You are one of my closest friends. You mean so much to me, Y/N.”

You grabbed his hand and scooted closer to him.

“You’re one of my closest friends too. When we first started talking regularly, I never thought it would be anything more than that. Then you got a little flirty with me and I flirted right back. Then one day you surprised me and said you were coming out here and we had a good day together. Well, a good second day together,” you said, earning a smile from him. “Then you kissed me and it changed everything. I just didn’t realize how hard it was going to be. The distance. You live an entirely different lifestyle from me and I’m not used to that. Don’t think I’ll ever be used to other women throwing themselves at you. I mean, I can’t blame them, but it’s not something I want to see. I need more than seeing you once every few months, even once a month. If you’re filming, that’s one thing. But in the beginning of our relationship, not to be able to see you and plans getting canceled last second. It’s just not helping.”

Chris takes your joined hands in his other hand. “You’re right. We weren’t being fair to us. I wasn’t being fair. Let me show you what we can be. Please let me show you how great we can be together. I should’ve said.” He licks his lips. “I should have said from the moment we kissed that I wanted to give this an honest try. There’s shit I have to think about more. Need to think about the stuff I don’t normally have to when I’m seeing someone from the industry, or someone who lives in the same city as I do. That’s on me and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have canceled on you this last time.”

You shake your head at that. “This is your job Chris and you got that role. You had to go.”

“I coulda pressed to reschedule. Shoulda called you after because of course, you’re important to me. But I was stupid and got drunk.”

You shake you’re head again. “I’m not trying to change you. You’re allowed to celebrate with friends. Just maybe think about me during those moments. Send me a text. I think it bothered me more because we were supposed to be spending that time together. But I should have spoken up and said, ‘hey, can we Facetime when I get home?’ so it would have been like we were still together like we planned.”

“You’re right. I think we both need to be a little more honest with what we want. I’m willing to take this slow if that’s what you want, but I’m not trying to spend time with anyone else. I’m not going to do that to you.”

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly out your nose. The idea of trying again was scary. Would it be much of the same? Only seeing each other every few months wasn’t something you wanted.

“How would this work?” you asked.

“Well, much like yesterday, I’d fly in more often. You have to work every week, so it’s easier for me to come to you. I won’t take any last-minute meetings when I have plans to be with you. We’ll…”

“I want to go on dates,” you interrupted. “Like actual dates. Nothing that’ll draw unwanted attention to you, but I think jumping right into semi living together isn’t going to do us any favors. Not that I don’t want you here. I want you here. But people go on dates.”

Chris chuckled. “Dates.” He nodded his head slowly. “Yeah, people go on dates. We can do that. Every time I’m here, I owe you a date.” His eyes crinkled and you couldn’t help but stare.

Do his eyes always crinkle like that?

“Oh! Okay. Good,” you said with a nod. “Good.”

“I promised you coffee today. I know it’s already way past morning, but do you want to go to that place you love?”

“Um, nah, we can skip it today.” you said nervously.

Chris gave you a questioning look. “You sure?”

“Well, uh.” You licked at your lips. “Me and Ethan, my ex, we used to go there every Sunday. Don’t want to run into him by chance,” you said with a shrug. “We’re not on bad terms or anything. Would just be kind of awkward to run into him there.”

“Then we find our own place. A place that we go to every time I’m in town.”

You smiled widely at that. Our own place. Suddenly you had the urge to kiss him, so you do. It was fast and chaste but it felt right. You pulled back to see a large grin on Chris’ face.

“We are still going slow,” you reminded him.

“Of course. Didn’t even think otherwise. I do have a question though.”

“And what’s that?” you asked.

“Do you only get to decide when we kiss?”

Smartass.

“Well, I suppose you get to decide on the half the kisses. It’s only fair after all.” Chris started to lean in. “But! We are going slow,” you reminded him again.

“Right, right. I’m taking you on a date tomorrow anyway. So, maybe I’ll get that kiss.”

“Maybe.”

**

There was something so domestic and familiar about coming home from work to find Chris on your couch watching TV.

“Honey, I’m home.”

“Cute,” he said, getting up. “You need to get changed into something casual. I’m taking you out.”

Oh! Right. We have a date.

Despite you being the local, Chris had taken it upon himself to look places to go nearby.

Dressed in jeans, a short sleeved pink blouse, and flats, the two of you were out the door twenty minutes later. Chris insisted on driving you in his rental, something about it being the date he planned so he was going to drive.

Thirty minutes later, Chris pulled into a nearly empty parking lot of a brewery you hadn’t been to.

“They have a food truck here that’s supposed to be really good,” he said.

“Sounds good to me!”

The two of you decided to grab a table outside rather than going inside where it was a bit more crowded. The patio had an overhang with a few ceiling fans as well as white twinkle lights that ran the length of the cement slab. There were over thirty brews and ciders on the menu, so Chris spent a good amount of time going over the menu, sending the server away more than once. You couldn’t help but laugh each time he told her we needed more time. You decided on a pineapple cider within minutes of arriving. After much deliberation, Christmas ultimately decided on a plain old lager.  

“That was an amazing thing to experience,” you said with an amused tone.

“What was?” Chris asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“That whole taking a long time with the menu thing,” you said gesturing one hand down the drink menu in the middle of the table.

“Hey! I have a particular set of taste buds that need to be thoroughly pleased. One does not simply pick a beer at random Miss cider. What’s up with that? Cider…”

“It’s got pineapple! It’s yummy,” you said sticking out your tongue at him.

“M’sure. What do you say we go take a look at that food truck?”

**

Chris pulled in your driveway at ten minutes to nine. The two of you walking hand in hand to the front door. You tempted to let go of Chris’ hand to grab the keys from your purse, but he wasn’t having it. He pulled you until you spun around and into his arms as if he were a salsa dancer.

“Whoa,” you said, your arms resting on his shoulders for stability.

He grinned at your response, one arm going around your waist while his other hand rested on your cheek.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

“Kissing you goodnight.”

And he did. It was slow, almost torturously slow. You peeked your tongue out of your mouth, but he wasn’t playing fair as continued to mold his lips to yours. It was all soft lips and gentle caresses that you let yourself melt into. He slowly removed his lips from yours but kept his face close, time almost standing still.

“Maybe we can do this again sometime,” he said softly.

Heat instantly filled your cheeks. He was a such a dork, but he was your dork.

“M’hmm,” you replied. “I think I’d like that too.”

He kissed you again, but this time you pulled back first. “Okay, bye!” you said, turning away from him, unlocking the door and closing it in his face. Really, this was a date and he already kissed you goodnight, it was only fair to toy with him a bit.

You counted to ten and then slowly opened the door. Both palms of his hands were resting on the door frame as he leaned forward, head bowed down.

“Are you coming in or what?”

“Sassy, livin’ up to that nickname,” he said walking through the door and closing it behind him.

When you were ready to turn in for the night, you kissed softly outside your bedroom door before sending him to the guestroom for the night.  

Chris left two days later with promises to return soon. You felt a lot better about your relationship this time than when it first began. Having a serious talk about your feelings really was needed. He really wanted to give your relationship a go even if it meant going slow.

**

Two and a half weeks later, Chris was warming your front door with a big smile and a small suitcase. He cooked you pesto eggs before work the next morning and took you to the cinema for a late night showing. He didn’t press when you set the guestroom up for him again this trip. As much as you wanted to, you didn’t want to jump right back into bed together.

The next day you were supposed to be at work, but instead, you were in your favorite coffee shop, in the back corner away from the noise of the afternoon coffee breakers. A little bit of guilt plagued you because Chris was in your home while you were supposed to be in the newsroom.

Asia Williams’ business card sat snug in your grip with your cell phone’s keypad waiting for you to simply type in her digits. You needed to do this. Chris was making all this effort to come see you. Despite your plans to be in Boston next month, he had already made plans to come see you in another two weeks. Even though Chris was an experienced traveler, he would eventual run himself ragged.

Taking a deep breath, you dialed Asia’s number and crossed your fingers.

“Asia Williams,” she answered.

“Hi Asia. This is Y/N Y/L/N. We met at the conference last month. Brooks Cole’s friend.

“Yes, hi Y/N. It’s nice to hear from you. Have you thought more about my offer?”

“I have actually. I’m looking for a change, but I have something I’d like to propose,” you said.

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“I’d like to stay on as a freelancer with the Orlando Sentinel. I’d only cover Disney for them. Ride openings, hotel openings, major anniversaries. It’s the Magic Kingdom’s 50th next year. But otherwise I’m exclusively yours.”

“And the Sentinel’s okay with this arrangement?” she asked.

“I believe they will be, but I wanted to run it by you first. If they’re not, it will be tough to part ways, but I believe you organization is the next step for me.”

“I believe it is as well. Why don’t I send over a contract, you speak with the Sentinel, and call me if you have any questions.”

“Thank you, Asia. I’m very excited to come aboard.”

“I’m excited to have you. Do you think you’re going to stick with your home base of Florida like Brooks did?” she asked.

“I’m not entirely sure yet, but a big move is on my mind.”

“We’ll chat soon then.”

“Sounds great. Talk to you soon.”

You took another deep breath, letting it out slowly as a large grin eased itself on your face. This was going to be a big change, but you were ready for a challenge.

You grabbed a coffee on your way out the door. You needed to meet with you boss James before he left for the day, a surge of caffeine is exactly what you needed.

**

“Honey I’m home!”

“Is that ever going to get old to you?” Chris asked from your kitchen.

“Nope.”

“What do you think of chicken parm for dinner?” he asked.

“I think that sounds delicious, but I’m taking you out to dinner instead,” you said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Not that I don’t like this whole you treating me to dinner thing, but what’s the occasion?” he asked.

“We are celebrating. I got a new job,” you grinned.

“You did?” he exclaimed. “I didn’t even know you were looking for something different!” He threw his arms around you hugging you tight.

“Honestly, I’ve been thinking about a change for the last two years, but I was scared to make a move. I still have to look over the contract a second time, Jana’s already looking it over for me too, but it’s pretty much good to go. It’s going to be a lot different. I actually met with my boss at the Sentinel and they are going to keep me on as freelance. Basically, I get to cover what I want when it comes to Disney.”

“That’s great sweetheart! Where will you be working?”

“News Now. It’s an online news source.”

“I’ve heard of it. Actually, I use it quite frequently. That’s amazing. Since it’s online, do you get to work from home?”

“That’s actually one of the benefits. I can work from anywhere. Visit my family, visit you, and still work. I get to take on stories I care about. They want a lot of opinion pieces from me too. I’m nervous as hell, but also really excited.”

“This is amazing,” he said, giving you a quick kiss and then pulling you into another hug.

**

With happy and full stomachs, the two of you went to bed after watching a few episodes of The Office.

It was such an exciting day that you were finding it hard to sleep. First, the guy you were seeing was in town, not only in town, but in your house. Secondly, you got a new job. Not only was it something new, it was a change that would fulfill that part of your life completely. Thirdly, you were able to stay on with the paper, keeping your credentials to attend media events of your choosing. It was like you won the happy life lottery today.

After tossing and turning for another hour, you got out of bed, threw open your door, and walked with determination down the hall. Stopping in front of Chris’ room, you knocked on the door quietly. If he didn’t answer, you’d just go back to bed and watch TV.

Maybe Scott’s still awake.

Before you could turn around and go back to your room, the door opened.

“Sweetheart, everything alright?”

“Ye-yeah. It’s just. Okay, you know.” You let out a breath as Chris looked on, arms folded across his chest. “This is silly. Will you come sleep with me?’

He chuckled light, sleepy grin on his face. “Yeah. I can do that.”

Just because you weren’t ready to jump back into an intimate relationship, it didn’t mean you couldn’t snuggle and sleep in the same bed.

“Let’s go to bed sweetheart,” Chris said, gesturing toward your bedroom door.

Chris pulled the covers back on the side you didn’t sleep on and laid down on the bed. This was the first time Chris had slept in your bed, and you couldn’t deny you liked the look of it. Crawling in next to him, you turned off the lamp on your nightstand and snuggled up on his chest.

“Goodnight babe,” you said softly.

“Goodnight beautiful.”

Chapter 13

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[going-full-shmoo]

Ooh ooh ohh okay So Zach aston Reese from the Pens (aka my bby) and him being super sweet with your niece at Easter or something and then coming home and telling you he is ready for kids and then surprising him with an ultrasound pic ❤️❤️

@yourea-starling yes i know you much you adore him! I will try and do him justice! Also, I’m just going to make it like, a family get-together since Easter has passed

Player: Zach Aston Reese (fem!reader)

Genre: Fluff

The moment you met Zach, you knew that he was going to be someone special to you. He was incredibly sweet and talented, and he always treated you with respect. This seamlessly translated into your relationship when the two of you became official. He genuinely felt like your partner, picking you up when you felt low, and you doing the same for him. It did not come without its bumps, but you knew your relationship was solid. And, the day he proposed was the day that you knew he was definitely in it for the long haul - the one you were meant to find.

It was very clear to you early into the relationship that Zach was meant to be a father. You’re pretty sure you noticed it before he did. You had had the conversation about marriage and kids, and so you were aware that he did want to be a dad. Truth be told, you couldn’t imagine someone better to be a parent alongside. So, when you found out that you were officially expecting, you felt nothing but joy, and you knew that your fiancé would too. You hadn’t found the right time to tell him, but you knew that soon, you would have your chance.

Your family was having a little reunion, just so everyone could reconnect and spend some time together. You were still hiding your little secret because you wanted Zach to be the first to know. You were sitting at the large picnic table, conversing with some of your cousins, sipping subtly on your water when you heard an outcry of giggles. 

You looked to the source of the noise to see that Zach had your little niece hoisted onto his shoulders, spinning carefully around to make her laugh. Some of the other little ones there were practically lined up for their turn, almost turning Zach into a human jungle gym. However, you saw nothing but the brightest genuine smile on his face. Your heart swelled at the sight, knowing that he would be just as great, if not better, with a child of your own. 

You continued to watch as he ran around and played with the young ones, never once complaining. You barely even noticed when one of your cousins had called your name to ask you a question. It wasn’t until they tapped you on the shoulder to get your attention that you snapped back to reality.

“Wow, you’re really smitten aren’t you,” they chuckled.

“I can’t even lie, I really am" you sighed.

“Now I know that you two are going to be one of those really gross overly-lovey married couples,” you heard one of your other cousins chirp.

“As if they weren’t already like that before,” one of your siblings added in. You gave them a playful smack and went back to gazing at your wonderful fiancé. 

When you saw one of your other cousins place her newborn in his arms, thats when your heart officially exploded for good. It looked so natural for him, like it was second nature. And, the way the sun was hitting them just right made it look like they were glowing. In that moment you knew that today was the day you told him the news. You were certain that he was going to be a great father, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The two of you drove home together in comfortable silence. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other hand in yours on your lap. You raised his hand to your lips and gave it a gentle kiss. You loved seeing the subtle blush it brought to his cheeks and ears, and the small smile it brought to his face. 

“I love you so much, you know that?” you told him.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Forever and always,” he replied. “And, I cannot wait to marry you.”

Now it was your turn to blush and smile. The two of you pulled into the driveway of your home. You knew that you had a picture from your first ultrasound hidden in your shared bedroom, and so you formulated a plan to finally let Zach in on the secret. You were almost giddy as you walked into the house. You convinced Zach to get a movie ready so the two of you could just relax for the rest of the evening. While he did that, you raced upstairs to grab the photo, hiding it in the large pocket of the hoodie (well, it was Zach’s hoodie technically) that you changed into.

You came back downstairs to see that Zach was already lounging on the couch, your favorite movie on the screen. You walked over and immediately curled up to him. He kissed your temple softly before pressing play and starting the movie. You laid there as the movie played when Zach spoke up softly.

“You know, I had a thought today,” he started. You looked to meet his eyes.

“Yeah? What was that?”

“I know we aren’t officially married yet, but I feel like we are really ready to have a kid of our own. I don’t know...I was just goofing around with the younger ones today and everything just clicked. And seeing how happy it made you, and how happy it made me to be around them? I think we could really do it.” He gushed, that same blush taking over his face and ears. 

“You’re so cute,” you whispered to him, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m mushy, I know,” he spoke sarcastically. “I’m serious though. There’s no one in this world I would rather be a parent with. I think we could do it for real.”

“Well, I’m so glad you brought that up...” you smiled as you sat up, the movie still playing in the background. You took the ultrasound picture out of your pocket and handed it to him. You watched as his face went from confusion to the purest most absolute joyful smile you had ever seen on him.

“Are you for real???” he yelled with delight. All you could do was nod as tears welled in both your eyes. He launched on top of you, leaving small sweet kisses all over your face and neck. “When did you find out???”

“Not too long ago. I’m just about two months along. I was waiting for the right moment to tell you, and when I saw you with the kids today, I just knew.” You could see the proverbial hearts in his eyes as you told him.

“I am so happy you have no idea,” he continued to leave small kisses over your face. “We’re really going to be parents”

“Like you said. There is no one in this world I would rather be a parent with,” you smiled, finally giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Does anyone else know?” he asked you, finally sitting up and pulling you up with him.

“Nope. I wanted you to be the first.”

“God I love you.” All either of you could do in that moment was smile. You were so overwhelmed with happiness, neither of you wanted this moment to end. Zach softly rested his hands on your stomach, letting out a soft sigh. “Hi baby. I’m your dad. And we are going to love you so much.”

“You’re going to be a great parent, Zach. I know it...Only now, we have to let everyone else know.” 

“Nah, they can wait. For right now, all I want is you, and baby, all to myself.”

The rest of the evening was filled with gentle kisses and soft caresses over your stomach. You had already known that the two of you would be happy about this, but you didn’t realize just how much. It was a moment you never wanted to end - just you, your fiancé, and the new little life that would arrive before you knew it. And you knew that you would be able to face it together.

[lunaschild2016]

Worth Fighting For: Chapter 73- I Know Your Secrets

A/N: Sorry for the wait between chapters! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: 'Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.' (James O'Barr, The Crow) V Roth is still Mother to this world and I am just one of the children singing my own tune into the night.

Rating M ( Language, Violence, There will be smut, Angst, Tragedy, Romance, Fluff) 

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Chapter 73 - I Know Your Secrets

Kat

I can hear the whispers of the nurses as they move around my darkened room. It’s late and I should be resting now that the flurry of activity, from the moment I was wheeled into the hospital, had died down completely. I looked much worse than I really had been but there had been no telling that to any of the three that had found Al and I locked in battle. If Raze hadn’t been there I am pretty sure Eric would have hauled me off to his apartment first. The stab wound on my side had been enough of a motivator for them to take me to the cities hospital right along with Al.

I was so stupid holding back like I had but at the time I had the goal in mind. Get information from Al by baiting him while also stalling enough to let someone witness him attacking me. I knew there was a timer counting down until someone went after me after I didn’t go back to the fear landscape room so I knew someone would come, I just couldn’t guarantee who it was going to be. Really, it didn’t matter to me who saw only that a witness was there to back me up. So I held out. I didn’t even strike first, honestly. That was Al. Did I say something that I hoped he would get pissed about and lash out? Absolutely. But I could honestly say, physically, I did not attack the coward.

I hadn’t even pulled my own knife at any time during the altercation, preferring to get in some really good damage to him with everything that Eric had taught me. I was being a combination of cautious and cocky and that was what got me the knife in my side. He pulled his own from his pants and I had hesitated, torn between taking my own out or removing the one he had and turning it on him. The hesitation had been enough to make the decision to remove the knife before he could use it useless. He was able to use his height and weight to stab me in my side during the struggle before I was able to break free and then retreated. I prevented him from getting me too bad but it had been bad enough.

I huff out a breath of anger and annoyance at myself that turns into a moan. The older nurse turns to look at me and her eyes narrow as I bite my lip. When she turns back to her co-nurse I can hear her whispering again about Eric. For what seems like the millionth time I hear the word sadistic. My fist clenches to my side as I grit my teeth together to keep in the scream I want to let loose.

Eric’s order that I am to receive no heavy pain medications has all the nurses in the area hissing his name under their breaths. One was even brave enough to say something along the lines of it being only logical considering he is one of Jeanine’s. Oh, that had me almost launching myself off the table in fury.

The person I am most angry at regarding what has the nurses all bent out of shape is myself. Because the only reason he gave that stupid order was that he knew it was what I wanted. It damn sure isn’t what he wants, no matter how livid I know he is with me right now. I knew it killed him to leave me like he did know I was going to be in pain. There was nothing for it though. I knew the second I saw Jack in the corridor that both Al and I were going to be questioned and truth serum was going to be administered. I couldn’t risk being doped up and trying to fight the serum if I needed to. I know Eric saw that too. I wish he had been able to stay in the room for the questions but he wasn’t. He along with the others were on the other side of the glass listening in as Jack, Raze, Chase, and Zach all questioned me in regards to the events. I had been able to lie but I hardly needed to. Every question asked I was able to say with truth even if it wasn’t the entire truth.

I am not sure what trouble I am in. Everyone was stoic and I think to wait until they could question Al. I had messed him up pretty badly even though I had tried to hold back. I had come close to losing it a few times and I can admit that when I did was when he got the better of me. I had been trying to taunt him into giving me something of why he did what he did. The only clear thing was he blamed me for everything and that he was obsessed with Tris, maybe even had always been.

Al had been on the verge of telling me before Raze jerked him off of me and knocked him out cold. Part of my goal was achieved, by all appearances he looked like the attacker. He was the one with the knife to my throat spitting down on me in his rage while he was trying to finish me off. Screaming his guilt about the first attempt on me. That alone was worth it.

They should have been done questioning him hours ago but I still haven’t heard from or seen any of them. I know a guard is posted outside of my room. I hear the nurses grumbling when he checks everything and anything they bring in to give me.

I keep hoping that someone will come in and tell me something before the sleep medication I heard being ordered and approved is given to me. I know my time is up when the younger nurse turns to me with the syringe in her hand and a well-meaning smile on her face.

“This will only take a few minutes to fully take effect and then that should help you sleep through most of the pain.”

I grumble out thanks even though I wish I could rip the IV out. I watch as the solution slowly gets plunged and makes its way through the short clear tubing where it will travel along the plastic inserted into my vein. I feel the rush of it marking its path until it joins with the blood flow and is lost to me. A part of my mind is analyzing everything occurring with my body, reasoning it out as I start to lose control, trying to keep myself from panicking at the loss of control. As my eyes become droopy and my body both feels heavy and relaxed; the panic that was building starts to fade and I have a hazy thought that they probably gave me some kind of calming serum or anxiety medicine because the panic fades until just peace invades me. I am out whether I want it or not and can only hope the god-awful dreams from the past few weeks don’t visit me in an Erudite run facility of all places.

Luck or something seems to be with me because for once in I can’t remember how long I don’t dream at all. Or if I do I don’t remember.

Candor Justice Complex

Uploading of classified materials. Authorization:  Leaders Only with Level Five Clearance- Jack Kang, Max Cornell, Andrew Prior, Eric Coulter

Accused: Kat Prior

Administered Truth Serum via IV under the supervision of Jack Kang of Candor and Dauntless Leaders: Raze and Eric

Additional witnesses:

Candor: Jane Connor and Wesley Smith

Dauntless: Four Eaton and Chase Oldham

Jack Kang: Kat Prior, you are being administered truth serum so that your role in the incident that occurred today at approximately 1117 hours. I caution you not to fight the serum as it could further exacerbate your injuries and cause considerable pain. Do you understand what I have said?

Kat Prior: Yes, I do.

Jack Kang: State your full name, please.

Kat Prior: Kat is the name that I have chosen for Dauntless but my birth name is Mary Katherine Prior.

Jack Kang: Your faction of birth?

Kat Prior: Abnegation.

Jack Kang: You are currently in training to become a member of Dauntless, correct?

Kat Prior: Yes, I am.

Jack Kang: Thank you for helping us to establish that the serum is working. Now we will move on to the incident at Dauntless in the dorm room. You were found engaged in a struggle with Albert West. Did you initiate the altercation?

Kat Prior: No. I did not.

Jack Kang: There is a reason to believe that Albert was the one that had previously attacked you as well as your sister, did you have any prior knowledge of this?

Kat Prior: I had no reason to think, before today, that Al would have ever been involved in any kind of act of aggression, much less towards my sister. He was always very reluctant and vocal about his distaste and distress in regards to being violent at all. He also seemed to look up to or care for my sister greatly.

Jack Kang: You had never had any previous altercations with him or witnessed him being aggressive?

Kat Prior: No. The first time I saw Al behaving that way was today during the attack.

Jack Kang: The two of you were in the dorm alone at a time when you were supposed to be attending training. Witnesses say that you left to go to the bathroom. How is that you ended up in the dorm?

Kat Prior: I left the room where the fear landscapes were being held and intended to go to the restroom. I was feeling unsettled from the previous night and wanted to wash my face. I can’t explain why I bypassed any other restrooms other than I just went to where I was most familiar with. The two places I most commonly use since my time coming to Dauntless are either the Transfer dorm room or the restroom near the Dauntless-born training room.

Jack Kang: Can you explain why there was a knife on your person at the time of the attack?

Kat Prior: After the attack on me in the dorm while I was sleeping I began to feel exposed. Shortly before the attack on my sister, I managed to sneak a knife away during our training exercises. I felt better when I had it on me. It was a bit like I felt prepared should anything or anyone else attack me. It was instinctual in a way. We have all been being trained day in and day out to be prepared to act. I wanted to be prepared.

Jack Kang: Yet when you were attacked, and you saw that Al had a knife and had used it, you did not draw your own?

Kat Prior: I honestly was surprised at his attack. I can freely admit I thought and still think he is a coward. By the time he had pulled his own knife, there was no point in me pulling mine, not to mention I didn’t think of it. I was focused on trying to keep his from me and getting him down as quickly as I could.

Jack Kang: Did you have the intention to kill Albert West?

Kat Prior: No, I had no intention of killing him. When he attacked I was only thinking about stopping him. He had already admitted to me that he was behind both attacks and I knew that Leadership needed to handle this. Although I can admit now, that had it come down to it and there was no other way, I would have protected myself by any means.

Raze: It has been brought to our attention by an accusation that you were given the knife by a member. Is this true?

Kat Prior: Absolutely not. No one but me knew I had the knife and I wanted it to stay that way. That was what made me feel safer. That no one would expect me to have a knife to protect myself. That was the only purpose of my having the knife. For the feeling of safety and protection, it gave me and the knowledge that should anyone attack me I would have something to defend myself with. No one gave me the knife or had any knowledge of my having it.

Jack Kang: We are done with questioning. Thank you for your Candor.

Questioning concluded. Investigation pending and under the purview of the faction the subject belongs to. Candor has concluded that the subject was defending themselves and as such there was no criminal intent.

Dauntless will take the matter further as per their own factional laws.

Eric

I watched the ice blue eyes of Jeanine Matthews as she absorbed the document before her and made sure to keep my face clear of any emotion. It was too early to feel smug but I could already see her frustration and anger behind that icy exterior she likes to maintain.

There had been no keeping things from Jeanine now. Not with this last attack and the information that leaked it had to do with both Prior girls but also hints that somehow Marcus Eaton was involved. We had known this was going to happen and that she was going to want to be updated. There was also no way that it could be kept from the other leaders of all factions any longer. The investigation had gotten to that point.

We had the bastard. It had come at the cost of yet another goddamn attack on Kat, but it had gotten the job done. Al had spilled everything and under the truth serum had admitted, with no small amount of pain, that Marcus had been behind it all.

It was a good thing they hadn’t let me in that room by myself and that Zach, as well as Chase, had been there with me. They had helped me keep my shit together when it all came out. I don’t know how Four was able to manage it.

I frown as I look around at the others with me at the table when a thought hits me in regards to Four. Because for the life of me, I don’t remember him being in the room when I stormed out after Al was done spilling his guts. In fact, I can’t remember him heading back to the compound for the fucking meetings we have all been stuck in since leaving the MedCenter. It is early in the morning the day after Kat and Al fought but there have been several meetings already, having begun at dawn and I don’t remember Four being in one of the ones he should have been in.

I would ask the others but now isn’t the time. Right now, in this private meeting with Jeanine, Max, James and myself; it is all about the fact that Jeanine isn’t liking what she is hearing in regards to Kat. She has been passing all markers and tests that are given to those that might be divergent. Right now it is about making sure that it is driven home that Kat has become counted as removed from the list and distract the bitch with someone else she has it out for.

Jeanine purses her lips together and lays the paper containing the transcript from Kat’s questioning on the table. As soon as she heard about the attack she had sent out the demand for truth serum administration. It had worried the hell out me but it wasn’t something that could be bypassed anyways. We already knew we were going to have to give it to Al and I couldn’t rig it to make it look like I had given the serum to Kat without raising suspicion.

I had to stand by and hope that she would be able to resist. I had to hope that my telling the nurses not to give her any pain medication would help with that too. That had been the only reason I had given that order. To hell with knowing she wouldn’t have wanted it, at that point, I didn’t give a fuck about what she wanted. She sure as hell hadn’t given a thought to me not wanting to have her laying in that goddamn bed.

Either way, she was able to bypass the serum while still looking and sounding exactly like someone under the influence of it. It probably helped that almost every bit of her answers were true. The only one that was a lie she worked in with the truth so seamlessly that it hadn’t been noticeable to anyone. The only reason I knew it for the lie it was because I recognized my own damn knife.

Zach had pointed out to me as we were being forced to leave her at the MedCenter under guard that she had been truthful in everything else. I knew he was trying to calm me down and it worked somewhat but not fully. Because I knew what she wasn’t saying. She hadn’t gone there to kill him but she had sought him out purposely. She had meant to turn him over to us...to me...but not until she got her answers first. Not before she got her hands on him to get her own revenge and justice.

I know her too well and what she was going for. It was and is the exact same thing I would do. It still is leaving me feeling things that I am still struggled to handle fully.

Max clears his throat as Jeanine picks up a glass of water and takes a dainty sip. I know she is stalling for time to be able to come up with a plan to still keep Kat on the watch list.

“As you can see, given the normal indicators for divergence have failed to present themselves, as well as this new development; it is safe to say that we can move forward and remove the candidate from the list.” Max’s tone was unemotional and just matter of fact but he didn’t stop there. “Of course we can and will continue to be vigilant for the remainder of training. There are still the fear landscapes as well as the final test, and given the intensity of those if there is any divergence it will present itself then as it has before.”

Jeanine sets the glass down and looks over to Max before letting her eyes fall on me. “I will expect to be kept up to date on all matters regarding those in question from here on.”

I didn’t even bother giving any signs of agreement, having already decided to let Max handle this next little bit. It was this that had me itching with anticipation. All this time there has been this hold that Jeanine has had on Dauntless, on me, something dangling over our heads that has us making deals with the devil that she is. I don’t know what Max’s deal was or what his drive could be. What I do know is that after our meeting with Jack and Andrew, before the one we are having now, it felt like everything had changed.

I could almost see years worth of troubles, frustration, and burden, if not lifting from the older man’s shoulders at least that there was an end in sight after the final verdict.

Marcus Eaton was being removed from his position as a leader and then would stand trial for his numerous crimes.

We had done it. I knew that this would please Jeanine but I also saw the other side of that coin. With Marcus gone, there was a very strong chance that all the cards she had to get her way and have any kind of control over Dauntless, were going to disappear after his removal. There will have to be another leader elected and with all the deference and respect I saw from other leaders to Andrew Prior, I already knew who was likely to be chosen. If he was elected, there could be some real chance for change around here.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I missed the beginning of Max informing Jeanine of the new developments. By the time he is done, I can tell my guesses are correct. She is pleased but I also see in those eyes she is already calculating.

“I am assuming that the emergency council meeting that also included the request for all faction leaders or representatives present is to inform us of Marcus’ immediate removal?” Jeanine asks, knowing full well that is the case. That it is the protocol even if it has never had to be used before.

“Yes. There will also be the call for the immediate election of a new leader.” Max agreed without looking at her.

Did he guess how she would react to the possibility of Andrew being elected? Would his knowing or at least suspecting her obsession with the Prior’s change how he might vote, for fear of rocking the boat with her?

“I see.” Is her simple reply with her lips thinned.

The loud sounding of my phone alerting me to code 240 possibly 217 pierces the strained quiet. The codes are both indicators of an assault but the second one notes that there might have been an intent to kill. The only time we use codes is if it would be a high profile or priority incident. Where details cannot be given over message but would need to be given in person.

Once again I am leaving a meeting, to the obvious and vocal displeasure of Jeanine, but this time I head with Chase to Control.

He beat me by seconds and is already barking out orders as soon as we reach the secured area. Zeke is in there furiously working on the monitors.

“Report.” Chase snaps out formally before I can get to it.

Zeke’s head snaps up and he takes us in, maybe looking for anyone else that might be behind us. It strikes me once again, that I am not seeing Four. He should be here already and especially right now.

For a second I forget why I am even in control as the thought that maybe he snuck back to the MedCenter strikes me, and suddenly I have rage flowing through me at the thought of him alone with Kat.

Then the report Zeke is giving Chase and I registers.

“There was an attack, it looks like by some factionless, in Abnegation last night.” He gets out in a strained tone and I can see the worry in his eyes.

For a moment, time stands still and I all I can think is that Marcus got to Andrew and Natalie. All I can think is that I have failed Kat and how she is going to react to this news.

“Details. Now.” Chase barks out and is already moving on his own to the monitors and computers.

“Marcus Eaton never turned up at the Hub this morning and all attempts by phone or messages to reach him failed. A member was sent to check on him and found him unresponsive and in critical condition in his home.”

“Marcus Eaton?” I choked out in disbelief. “Marcus Eaton was attacked?”

Zeke nods and looks up to me, then I see his eyes slide past me to look over my shoulder. I turn my head and catch sight of a familiar figure. Four is standing in the doorway, fists clenched at his sides but otherwise silent and expressionless.

“You said that factionless are suspected?” I ask while my eyes are still locked onto Four’s.

“There was one person that came forward and said there had been some factionless men in the area earlier that day, just before dinner that had been confrontational to a few of the Abnegation women there. They did eventually leave but they were heard to be throwing back yelled threats as they left.”

Four looks surprised for a moment, relieved and pleased even before it is gone. Gone so quickly that if someone hadn’t been looking for it or any kind of reaction they wouldn’t have seen. But I did and I turned my head from Four to look at Chase.

“We’ll put together a team to go investigate. This will be classified just like the investigation into Marcus has been. Zeke, take Rob and head to the MedCenter to get more information on Marcus’ condition and post a guard there. Chase, you and I will head to the Abnegation sector and meet up with the group there.” I issue the orders and turn to face Four, who is still standing in the doorway. I debate for a second before I make a decision. “Four, take Wes and Cecil to the factionless sector and see what you can get on the group from the previous day. Also, pull any footage from that entire time until Marcus was found. See if we have anything that came up on our vid surveillance.”

Four gives me a tense nod but I am already moving on to the next step. My phone is out and I have updated Jack and Max. I will let Max handle if he wants to inform Jeanine or not and also contacting Andrew.

I am typing as I walk beside Chase. My thoughts are running a million miles a minute but there is one big question on my mind. Would Four actually have had the balls to pull something like that off?

Chase and I take a transport ourselves, with him driving. We aren’t ten minutes out of the complex when he speaks up from beside me, his voice quiet but firm. “It was Four.”

My head was buried in my phone, sifting through all the information and all the intel that is being fed to me via messages. Four did the surveillance portion of my orders, but as expected there isn’t shit on the cameras that give us a clue to who might have pulled off the attack.

I pull my face away from the screen and look over to Chase. “It if it was then that would be putting more weight to those peanuts he is passing off as his balls.” I scoff with a smirk. “The more likely story, the one I know we are going to confirm when all is said and done,” I say meaningfully, “...is that it was factionless.”

Chase glances at me and a ghost of a smile lift the corners of his mouth. He knows what I am doing but he isn’t going to say it. He better not say it anyways. Because fuck if I am doing this for goddamn Four. I just know it would kill Kat if fucking Tobias went to jail for doing what we all want to do.

What I wanted to do and would have...eventually. I can give him a pass for taking away the pleasure I would have had for that deed because in the end it just did me the favor of getting him out of the picture as a threat to Kat and her family. I refuse to let this make me like or respect him.