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— THE OTHER ZOEY (2023).

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not the zoey you wanted (two)

pairing: zach maclaren x female reader!

summary: you waited all weekend for your boyfriend, Zach, to call or text, anything, to explain why he had just went and ghosted you when you were supposed to go with him on a family ski trip to meet his parents, his sister Avery, and his cousin, Miles.

content warnings: angst; victims of catfishing; miscommunication trope

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Zach watched the girl on his driveway, drive away. The dumbfounded look didn’t leave his face as everyone stood there confused as to what the hell just happened.

“I knew it,” Miles muttered, looking over at Zoey from his spot on the porch. “You’re not Zach’s girlfriend.”

The accusation rang loudly in Zach’s ears, almost hurting his head as everyone’s heads snapped from Miles to Zoey. She stood there with a shocked look on her face, like a deer in headlights. Zach looked to the car that was turning off of his street now.

He whispered out, “Y/N…” He looked at Zoey, blinking a few time as his memories were slowly coming back. 

Zoey looked like she wanted to say something, but couldn’t.

“What are you talking about?” Zach asked his cousin, needing someone to put together the pieces of the puzzle because the pieces he kept trying to make fit wouldn’t connect.

“She’s not your girlfriend, dude,” Miles reiterated, pointing at Zoey with a shake of his head and an unbelievable scoff. “I thought when you introduced her to us… you just got a thing for Zoey’s.”

“Miles, honey, what are you talking about?” Connie asked, looking between the three college students with a look of bafflement splayed across her face.

Miles walked down off the porch, phone in hand, and jammed the screen towards Zach’s face. He was looking at a photo of his own Instagram page, full of photos of himself and the girl who just drove away nearly in tears.

Zach looked between the phone and Zoey, who stood there biting her lips as tears filled in her eyes.

“Look… I…” Zoey started to explain, and everything from the ski trip started to make sense. The signs Zach didn’t realize at first.

ᯓ⟢ THE SKI TRIP

Zach MacLaren was confused, to say the least. Ever since that car hit his bike and he went flying onto the pavement outside the bookstore, everything felt… weird, out of place almost. When the doctor had said that he was experiencing some form of short term memory loss from his concussion, all he could be was glad that was all that it was, and that Zoey was there with him. Though, that felt weird, too. Especially when he could’ve sworn he called her something other than Zoey and was confused why she was confused about the ski trip. 

Hadn’t he invited her to that, or is he forgetting about that, too? Sign one.

At dinner, Miles came through the side door that lead to the kitchen, and Zach watched the way he paused for a second when he saw Zoey standing in the kitchen with his mother and father. Zach just smiled, getting up from the couch and placing a hand on the small of her back.

“Miles, this is my girlfriend, Zoey,” Zach introduced them.

Miles’ eyebrows furrowed downwards, not that Zach knew why. Maybe he thought she was out of his league, which honestly, he felt like she kind of was. They shook hands and when Zoey walked away, Zach caught Miles pulling his phone out quickly, looking down at it and then back up to where Zoey had sat back down in the living room a couple of times. It was like he was comparing something, not that Zach knew what. 

He just figured after his amnesia concussion, he wouldn’t understand a lot of things for a while. 

“Why are they all named Zoey?” he heard Miles ask under his breath, and while that also confused Zach, he didn’t question it. Sign two.

At dinner, his mother, Connie, made the comment, “I thought your name was Y/N?”

Zach tilted his head to the side, confused where that name came from. It did sound familiar. Zach’s dad, Matt, reached for his wife’s hand.

“It’s her middle name, remember, honey?” Matt reminded Connie. “Zach told us her friends back home call her Zoey, but she goes by her first name at their university.”

Zach nodded slowly, as if being reminded of that conversation while his mother said, “Right!”

He looked at Zoey, seeing a small awkward smile on her face. So, her first name was Y/N… He remembered that… didn’t he?

“You guys can just call me Zoey like the people back home, though,” Zoey interjected sheepishly. “I’m still not fully… used… to being called… Y/N…” Sign three.

“Zoey it is,” Matt smiled in agreement.

“So, Zoey, how’s Zach doing in tutoring now?” Connie asked.

“Knowing Zach? Horribly,” Avery teased, earning a mocking “ha ha” from her older brother.

“Tutoring?” Zoey asked, confused as she ate the food on her plate.

Zach just smiled, putting an arm around the back of her chair. “See, my grade in English is so good that I don’t even need tutoring anymore,” he said proudly. “Not that she doesn’t still help me. But as girlfriend, not tutor.”

“Right, English,” Zoey laughed awkwardly, grabbing her water to chug from so she didn’t need to answer any other question she wouldn’t know the answer to. Sign four.

ᯓ⟢ THE MACLAREN HOUSE

“I’m just surprised Avery didn’t say anything either, since I’m sure she’s seen photos of Zoey on your page,” shrugged Miles as he put his phone back in his pocket.

Avery was waving her hands over her neck, as if to tell Miles to shut up.

“You have an Instagram young lady?” Connie shot her daughter a disapproving stare. “You know you are not allowed to have social media.” Then to Zach. “You know she isn’t allowed to have social media.”

“She doesn’t,” Zach shook his head at the change of topic. “I made her give me the password, changed the password, locked her out, and now she can’t use it at all.”

All eyes fell back onto Zoey after the short detour. She had already explained why she did what she did—at first, it was to not stress him out like the doctor requested. Then, it was selfishly to get closer to Miles. Zach felt a pit in his stomach knowing he was actually feeling some sort of connection to her before this, but now he just wanted to throw up.

God, the look on your face when you had walked away… You thought he… Well, technically he… Oh, god.

Zach really looked like he was about to be sick, his head throbbing as the photos of you and Zoey’s story started to job his memory.

“I cheated on my girlfriend…” he muttered under his breath, aching and hating himself. He glared at Zoey. “You made me cheat on my girlfriend,” he spoke louder, a scoff leaving his throat. “How could you do that to me? To her?”

He could barely hear her excuse over the thoughts racing in his head over how he was going to make this one up to you.

“You’re the girl from the bookstore who called me an idiot,” it dawned on Zach.

“No, no,” she shook her head. “It was the name of the book… You’re not an idiot, Zach. You’re so smart… and so sweet… and I didn’t expect to like you, but I… I felt like we really connected this weekend.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Zach said with raised shoulders, pointing out into oblivion for emphasis. “Whatever you felt for me this weekend, and whatever the hell connection I thought we had… none of that was real! Me… Me and Y/N… we were real… are real, if I can…”

If he can fix it.

“I’m sorry, I-I…” Zoey tried to find the words to explain.

“I… I need to get back.”

He had no classes on Mondays, but there was soccer practice later that evening. He planned to eat lunch at his parents’ before hitting the road, but now he needed to get back to you. God, his phone was broken, and you were going to spend the next two hours driving thinking he cheated on you.

He grabbed his luggage, looking at his parents for a second.

“I gotta go,” he said quickly.

“Good luck,” Avery called out after him as he got to his car, absentmindedly throwing his luggage into the backseat.

He needed to fix this. He needed you to know this was all a misunderstanding, a miscommunication really. That… that Zoey Miller was just a catfish who pretended to be you to a freaking amnesia patient. That he remembered clearly now.

It didn’t matter that his phone was broken when he got hit by that car. He knew the route back to your on-campus apartment like the back of his hand. He turned the radio on and just drove.

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hard to ignore (two-shot) (part one)

pairing singledad! zach maclaren x nanny! female reader

summary when you’re offered a job as a nanny, you can tell right away that you’ll grow fond of the little girl you’re taking care of. things are easy to manage until you realize you’re falling for her dad.

author’s note hugs to @nemesyaaa for sharing the idea of singledad!zach. i couldn’t stop writing (and the one-shot hit 15k words and became a two-shot… i love slowburn…) hurt and comfort. fluff. no smut. divider credit.

content warning parental abandonment

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Zach is sure, without a doubt, that he has already lived the best day of his life.

The moment he held Ella in his arms was when the world bloomed into a color he didn’t know existed. Nothing could ever and would ever top that feeling.

He didn’t expect that before thirty, he’d already experience the worst day of his life, too. But he’s certain he has.

He was in a fog, a bad dream he kept trying to wake himself up from. He had stepped into the guest room to see a piece of paper on Jade’s bed and he knew before he even unfolded the letter that she was gone.

He read the last line of the letter over and over again. I can’t live like this anymore. Deep down, he always feared that she would give up on them. But not like this. And not this soon.

After Ella was born, bitterness permanently etched itself into Jade’s face. To her, the baby was always a mistake and Zach stopped being someone she loved and became nothing but the man she regretfully had a child with.

She became the antithesis of the girl he fell for. The love they’d once had was replaced with a cold distance. She started sleeping in the guest room. She ate her meals alone. She left the house as much as she could.

Still, he respected that she had learned to tolerate motherhood. While she didn’t love being a stay-at-home mom, he didn’t think she hated it.

But then she left. And if she could abandon them like this, four years in, not even having it in her to look into her little girl’s eyes to say goodbye, then that tolerance had a cruel end.

That’s why now, a month after her sudden departure, Zach is sitting in his living room, fingers curling the corner of the resume belonging to the woman scheduled to arrive in a few minutes.

Dishes clatter as his mother tidies up his kitchen. Normally, he’d feel guilty and nag her to sit down. But things aren’t normal and he’ll take all the help he can get. It’s been an uphill battle trying to pick up the pieces on his own.

His family drove in a few nights ago. They offered to visit as soon as he called with the news, but he didn’t want to put Ella through too much at once, so he waited a few weeks. Once he asked them to come, they dropped everything and set out for the four-hour car ride.

Ella’s playing in the backyard with her grandpa and aunt while Connie helps Zach run interviews. His team’s managers were understanding when he asked for time off, but Zach can’t be away forever. With his training and match schedule, he needs to find a nanny.

He’d rather not introduce a new person into her life, especially this soon, but it’s unavoidable. At least with a nanny, he can control that Ella will always be in the comfort of her home. A place she knows.

Moments like these, he wishes he hadn’t been drafted to a team a state away. If he’d stayed close to his hometown, Ella would see both sets of grandparents more often and he’d have dependable childcare until he figured out how to function as a single dad.

Zach looks over his shoulder through the window, swallowing the lump in his throat when he sees his daughter running circles around her grandpa in the morning sun. The chime of the doorbell throws him out of his trance.

Soft blue eyes meet yours when the door swings open. The stranger on the other side is tall and handsome and younger than you expected, his half-smile clouded by sorrow. You introduce yourself and he offers you a firm but gentle handshake.

“Nice to meet you,” he says. “I’m Zach. Come in.”

You trail him into the large house, mind already racing with the potential of it becoming your workplace. The agency had set up the interview. You don’t know much about the client, except that he has a four-year-old daughter and that he requested a nanny who’s adaptable to a changing schedule.

After meeting Ella’s grandmother, you settle on a couch and make small talk and answer their questions. You learn that Zach is a professional soccer player and that his work can be demanding and inconsistent, but with your apartment being close by, you assure him that you’re reliable and flexible.

By the end of the interview, the idea of a nanny doesn’t make Zach nearly as uneasy as it did an hour ago. You’re kind and experienced and knowledgeable and every time you see his little girl through the window, you smile in pure endearment.

Zach likes the idea of his daughter being around someone joyful. Jade grew to be so cold that Ella learned to go to her dad whenever she wanted to feel reassured and loved. It’s comforting to imagine her growing to like you, maybe even love you, and to be met with the same warmth she’s so full of.

The rest of the interviews go fine, but Zach has always operated on gut feelings and you’re a clear winner. His mom agrees.

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After an agency rep calls to tell you that you’ve been offered a trial period, you spend five days at the house getting to know Ella while Zach shadows to answer your questions. He’s friendly and helpful, but visibly tense.

The final afternoon, you’re playing with Ella in the living room when Zach’s phone rings. Ella rushes over to his side, asking if it’s her mommy calling. You notice the nervous way his jaw clenches when he kneels to the floor.

“It’s grandma,” he tells her, holding his phone out so the camera will capture them both.

You pretend you didn’t hear Ella's question. You know nothing about her mom and you wouldn’t dare risk crossing a boundary by asking.

Soon after the call, Ella’s drawing at the dining table while you and Zach periodically glance across the room to check on her from the kitchen. He’s been teaching you how he prepares Ella’s favorite foods. He likes that you write everything down, asking him for details down to exact measurements. If he wasn’t sure that you took the happiness of his daughter seriously before, he is now.

He already told the story to his family and to Jade’s parents and to his closest friends, but that was with people he knew well. People who could comfort him. He’s not sure how to share with you that she left, but he wants to hire you, and this is something you should be aware of.

After he slides a pan into the oven, he stands to face you, towering over you as he wipes his hands with a tea towel.

“You have the job if you want it,” Zach says quietly. You smile at him appreciatively. You weren’t feeling confident, considering how on edge he’s been, but you realize it must not have been you he was nervous about.

“Thank you,” you reply. “I do.”

He nods, looking down as he leans against the kitchen island, and says, “She starts kindergarten next fall. You’d be alright with part-time hours then?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Uh, you should know…” he says, turning his head to look over at his daughter, “her mom left. A little over a month ago. It was out of the blue.”

Your heart twists in pain at his words, at the agony that draws itself into his face.

“I’m so sorry,” you say, staring up at his profile. Zach blinks a few times, gazing at his daughter. You press your lips together, wishing you knew what to say.

“Ella didn’t get a goodbye,” he tells you. Neither did he, not a real one, but that’s irrelevant. “I told her that her mom chose to leave and I don’t know why she made that choice, but I’m not going anywhere. If she brings it up, please say the same.”

“I will,” you reply with an understanding nod, “and only if she mentions it first.”

“Thank you,” Zach says. “I’ll be honest with you. I really don’t want someone to leave her again. You are planning on staying as long as we need you, right? Even when the hours get shorter during the school year?”

He had that same note of desperation in his voice when he asked you about your commitment to the job during the interview, too.

“Yes,” you assure him. “I understand that she needs stability right now.”

Based on the way Zach’s eyes lower, you can tell he needs stability, too. His wife not only left him, but she left him with their child. You can’t imagine the hole that it dug in his heart.

“Thanks,” he says. He takes a breath. He wasn’t strong enough not to cry when he told Ella her mom was gone and he’ll always hate himself for it, but at least he kept his tears from falling this time.

“Do you want to ask her what she thinks about it?” you offer. “I can go put away her laundry to give you some privacy.”

Zach nods in agreement. And as he expected, when he asks his daughter if she’d like for you to hang around here more often after he goes back to work, she gives him an enthusiastic yes.

You’re purposely slow with the laundry to give them time. You come back into the kitchen to see Ella happily eating a freshly baked muffin and swinging her feet, smiling up at her father as he sits next to her at the dining table.

“My daddy said you’re gonna be here every day,” she says to you with a grin, overjoyed by the news.

“Not every day,” Zach corrects her gently. “But most days.”

“Try this!” Ella exclaims, stretching her arm out towards you, the muffin in her fist. The way you happily accept the food even though it’s reduced to smushed fragments in his child’s small hand makes Zach’s heart feel a little lighter.

“That’s delicious,” you say after you take a bite, settling at the table across from them.

Zach’s still getting used to having a woman around who’s so sweet to his child. Jade would hardly ever accept Ella’s offers to share her food, telling him that saying yes to everything would only raise a spoiled child.

“My daddy’s the bestest cook,” she proudly says.

“Best,” Zach corrects. “Thank you, honey.”

“He really is,” you reply. “I don’t know how I’ll fill his shoes, but I’ll try my best.”

Ella’s face pinches in confusion as she kneels over in her booster seat to look under the table.

“I think his shoes will be too big for you,” she mumbles, pointing to your feet. You laugh, meeting Zach’s gaze, seeing the first genuine smile on his face. You didn’t know he had dimples.

He can’t remember the last time he laughed, really laughed, with someone like this. Life’s dealt him a tough hand, but you’ve given him relief.

────୨ৎ────

Zach is organized. So organized that it sort of amazes you. Not only does he give you his, and in turn, your work schedule a month in advance through a color-coded calendar, but he also provides you with a meal plan for Ella so that you don’t have to worry about making one yourself.

The first day on your own with her is perfect. She’s energetic, well-behaved, and loves to talk. Zach left for training at noon and you were surprised that he found the time to text as much as he did. You replied to his every message asking for updates, sharing what you’re doing and reassuring him that Ella’s doing okay.

He gets home an hour after Ella’s bedtime. He’s been on edge all day, worrying that all this was too much, too fast for his little girl. Maybe he should have taken more time off.

You’re finishing up loading the dishwasher when you hear his keys jingling. You turn to greet him as he paces into the kitchen.

“Hey, how was bedtime?” he asks.

“We read three books and she asked me to stay with her until she fell asleep,” you tell him. “No issues.”

Zach sighs in relief. He never liked afternoon training because he missed bedtime. Ella preferred bedtime with her dad over with her mom. She preferred everything with her dad, really. But hearing that she wanted you to stay is reassuring.

“And she ate well?” he asks. He settles on one of the stools lining the kitchen counter, watching you cross the room to stand opposite him.

“Yes,” you tell him. “She was great.”

“Sorry if I was annoying with all the texts,” he says with a small, apologetic smile.

“You weren’t, but I wanted to let you know that it’s okay if you want to set up cameras. I know some parents like having live video they can tune into throughout the day.” You’d already noticed the security cameras outside when you first came to the house. You understand why he’d be so protective.

Zach threads his fingers through his dirty blond hair, damp from the shower he took in the training center’s locker room.

“Alright, I was definitely annoying if you’re offering to be surveilled,” he mumbles with a chuckle.

“No,” you laugh. “Ella did get a little frustrated, though. We were playing princesses and she said princesses aren’t supposed to go on their phones this much.”

Zach breathes a laugh. You’ve only been here for six days, but he hasn’t smiled this much in a long time.

“Thank you for all your work today,” he says. “I won’t keep you any longer.” You give him a bright smile and wish him a good night before you head out.

When Zach trudges upstairs, he peeks into Ella’s room. She’s sleeping peacefully, curled up with her favorite plushie. Now that he has a semblance of normalcy back in his life, he realizes that beneath the sadness and betrayal, he feels anger.

It’s not typical of him to feel angry. But Jade set everything ablaze when she abandoned them and he’s been left in the ashes, trying to stay level-headed while he’s choking on smoke.

He knows he lost Jade’s heart long ago. She lost his, too. It’s the fact that she broke their daughter’s without any hesitation – that’s what kills him.

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Zach never takes you up on the offer to have cameras installed. He starts to let go, little by little, eventually going a full day without sending a single check-in text. It’s gratifying to know you’ve earned his trust.

Before you know it, you’ve been Ella’s nanny for two months. She’s made herself a home in your heart. The only way you’d ever leave her is if you were told to, and you can’t even imagine being fired. Zach often checks in to see if you’re happy with your job and asks if there’s anything he can do to make things better. He clearly values you and doesn’t want to lose you.

It’s mid-morning when you’re playing with Ella on the living room floor and Zach comes through the front door. She rushes to him and you smile as you watch him drop his duffle bag and happily scoop his daughter up.

He had an away game last night and flew in early. His skin is blanched, dark half-circles under his eyes, but like always, he finds energy for his daughter. You admire it about him, how she’s never too much for him.

“There’s a plate for you in the kitchen,” you tell him when he meets your gaze.

“You don’t have to–”

“I know,” you say with a laugh. Zach has already told you many times that Ella’s the only one you have to feed, but you can tell he appreciates coming home to a meal. “There were leftovers.”

“Were there?” he asks, brows quirked, an unconvinced smirk on his lips.

You shrug and laugh again. You’ve grown into a friendly level of comfort with each other and you appreciate how you can joke around with him.

Zach sits in the dining room to eat, listening to Ella tell him all about her playdate yesterday. You tidy up the living room as you overhear her chat about how her friend was showing her ballet poses and how badly she wants lessons.

You’d sent Zach a courtesy text before you fell asleep in the guest room last night: We had a great day. She had a lot of fun on the playdate. Just so you’re prepared, she’s VERY into ballet now and is going to ask you if she can get lessons. Sending some options. Then, you sent him a few links to children’s dance classes in town.

You woke up to two texts from him. The first said: Appreciate the warning and the research. Am I crazy for holding on to hope that she’ll like soccer one day? You smiled at your screen. You’d briefly talked with Zach about how Ella has no interest in the sport her father dedicated his career to.

The second text from him, sent fifteen minutes later, read: Would you be alright with taking her to 6-6:45 pm classes on Wednesdays when I can’t? The season starts next week.

You replied when you woke up: Definitely.

You enter the dining room to see Ella hanging off her dad’s shoulders while he tries to eat, continuing to rattle on about how she’d never miss a lesson and would always listen in class.

“Alright, take a breath,” he chuckles. When he tells her you found her a class at a studio uptown and that he’ll enroll her if she’s sure she can commit, she squeals in delight. She hugs Zach, then runs over to hug you, too, nearly knocking you over.

“Easy,” her dad tells her. Ella asks you to turn on the ballet music playlist you found for her yesterday and launches into twirls across the living room.

“Remember what I said,” you tell her over the music. “If you start to get dizzy, you…?”

“Sit down, I know!” she shouts. You meet Zach’s eyes, both of you wearing smiles. You can see the fatigue on his face under the bright dining room light.

“Do you want me to stay another hour so you can catch up on sleep?” you offer. “I don’t mind.”

He knows his heart shouldn’t skip when he looks at you, but it does. He can’t help it. You don’t see this as a job you clock in and out of. You’ve integrated yourself into Ella’s life, into his life, so seamlessly. He doesn’t feel like you’re an employee here. You’re a friend who goes above and beyond to help. You’re someone who his daughter adores. You’re a beautiful person, inside and out.

He looks down at his plate, embarrassed, as if you can read his mind. His head has been doing this lately, rushing into thoughts of you that are much more than professional. He shouldn’t be thinking that his daughter’s nanny is beautiful.

“It’s okay,” he tells you. “You can head home. We’ll see you soon.”

You nod and call Ella over to look at the calendar Zach made. It’s a routine with her every time you leave. She likes knowing when you’ll be back.

When Zach heads upstairs to drop his things off into his bedroom, he stops when he passes the guest room. You left the door ajar. Even though you always keep it neat, only leaving an overnight bag on the nightstand, there’s a lived in feeling, a warmth in the room that never existed before.

Once again, he has to remind himself that you’re paid to be here. But it’s hard not to like you, because even when Jade was living here, he felt alone, whereas having you around makes it hard to ignore that life doesn’t feel all that empty anymore.

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“Which one’s yours?”

You look over to the man sitting next to you on the dance studio bleachers. Young girls hop and whirl over the glossy hardwood floor in a sea of pink tutus, five minutes into their lesson.

“Oh, I’m...” You point to Ella. “Her nanny.”

Ella’s been in ballet for a few weeks now and it’s all she talks about. Zach’s schedule allows him to take her to most of her classes, but this is the second one you’ve come to and you can see just how much she enjoys it.

You make small-talk with the man and a few other parents, which makes the time pass quickly. When you get back to the house, Ella scarfs down her dinner and falls asleep during the first book you read her. You’re sitting in the living room when Zach comes home from training.

He’s nearing playoff season and he’s mentioned that he has much more practices booked in his schedule. At this point, he welcomes how you always pretend to accidentally make too much food. He doesn’t expect you to prepare meals for him, but after you’d reassured him that you don’t mind since you’re cooking anyway, he’s relieved to know he’ll have dinner waiting for him tonight.

“Hey,” you greet him from your spot on the couch. “Ballet was the best idea ever. It really tires her out. Bedtime was a breeze.”

“Right?” Zach says with a smile, pulling off his jacket. You look away to avoid gaping at his biceps under his t-shirt. You thought he was good-looking the moment you met him and getting to know him has only made him more attractive.

“I’ve been wanting to ask if you’d like any help with her birthday,” you offer, turning the tv off and standing up. Ella’s fifth birthday is in a month.

“I have some ideas for her party that I’d like your opinion on,” Zach tells you. “Do you want to stay for a few minutes? Or I can just text you.”

“I can stay.”

He’s relieved to hear it. He doesn’t have many moments with you alone. Usually you’re like passing ships in the night, chatting for just a couple of minutes to catch each other up about Ella before one of you leaves the house, so any window of time with you is something he welcomes. Your presence is comforting.

You sit at the kitchen island together. Zach eats as you scroll through his phone, gazing at screenshots of party ideas he saved.

“Oh, she’d love this,” you say, stopping at a photo of ballerina-themed cupcakes. He gazes at you in awe as you look down at the screen. You’re genuinely delighted at the idea of giving his little girl a perfect birthday. “Do you want to have the party here?”

“Yeah, do you think that’s a good idea?” he asks.

“Yeah. If you’re worried about decorating or cleaning up, I’d come early and stay late,” you tell him, continuing to scroll. “She deserves something big.”

He nods, swallowing down his food, too distracted to go for another bite. He can’t wrap his head around how sweet you are. You have no connection to Ella at all, but you treat her like she’s yours. Sometimes more than her own mother did.

You’ve been here for nearly four months now, which in the grand scheme of things really isn’t that long, but he likes that you have such a deep sincerity to you that he can trust that you care about Ella. That you won’t leave.

You look up at him and he glances away, worried he’s been caught staring, clearing his throat.

“Do you know how many people you’re thinking of inviting?” you ask as you hand him back his phone.

Zach’s face falls as he scratches the back of his neck. You’re suddenly tense, the air of familiarity between you now thick and uncomfortable.

“I’m not sure,” he says.

“Sorry,” you say, nervous you crossed a line. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“You didn’t,” he reassures you. “Sorry. I’ve just been going back and forth on whether I should invite her grandparents. From her mom’s side, I mean.”

“That must be hard,” you empathize.

“They’ve offered to visit a few times, but Ella hated the idea. She doesn’t even want to talk to them on the phone.”

“Was she like that before?” You don’t have to spell it out for him to know what you mean by before. The topic of Ella’s mom’s abandonment has been a silent cloud hanging over both of you.

“No,” Zach says. “I think she makes the connection that they’re her mom’s parents and she doesn’t want to be reminded of her.”

His lips close into a firm line.

“Well, I admire how you respect her comfort level and let her make decisions,” you say. “Maybe you start the conversation about who to invite and mention the grandparents to gauge her reaction?”

Zach nods, trying not to let his heart get carried away with the way it pounds from your words. He’s received compliments on his parenting from his friends and family, but you see the type of father he is more than anyone else these days. He cares about your opinion and it feels good to hear you approve.

“That’s a good idea,” he says. His fork clatters against his dish and he takes a deep breath before asking what’s been spinning in his head. “I figure you’d tell me, but… she hasn’t mentioned her mom, has she?”

You shake your head no. His forehead wrinkles in concern and it sends a pang to your chest. You lean a little closer, crossing the invisible boundary between you for the first time.

“She could just be processing,” you tell him. “And it might take her a while to talk about it. But she’s okay. She’s resilient. She got it from you.”

Zach hopes that he’s not blushing, but his cheeks are burning. He’s sure you’d be able to tell, but thankfully, you look down and stand straight again, as if what you just said wasn’t one of the most significantly unforgettable things he’s ever been told.

Ella is practically a physical copy of her mother. Zach never minded. But hearing that you think his daughter inherited his adaptability, one thing he’s always prided himself on, feels good.

He wasn’t very confident that he’s been doing a great job at adjusting since Jade left and you just lifted a weight off his shoulders without even realizing it.

“Thank you,” he says. You desperately want to ask how he’s been since his wife left, but you’re afraid you’ve already crossed a line with your boss tonight and you certainly don’t want to risk doing it again.

“Sure,” you reply. “I should go. But I’ll let you know if I think of any ideas for the party. I think the ballerina theme is the way to go. This place will be so pink.”

Zach laughs, trying to ignore the way his chest hollows when you expand the distance between you, stepping away.

“Can’t wait,” he says. “Thanks for dinner.”

“There were leftovers,” you reply, even though both of you are already well aware that every time you say that, it’s not true.

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It’s only half an hour into Ella’s birthday party and you’re spent. You’re reaching for napkins from the cupboard to clean up a spill in the dining room. When you turn out of the kitchen, a girl runs past you, tripping and accidentally pouring most of her juice onto your dress.

“Sorry,” she says worryingly, eyes wide as she stares up at you.

“It’s okay,” you reply with a giggle, dabbing at the fabric with one of the napkins. “I came prepared.”

Zach just entered the room, witnessing the moment, wondering if he’s ever going to see you do anything that won’t just push him deeper into his crush on you. But once again, his head is no match for his heart when it comes to you.

He’s been trying not to lose his mind today and it’s not because of the chaotic party that’s taken over his house. It’s because it’s the first time he’s seen you in a dress. While it’s appropriate for the occasion, it shows enough of your figure to make his mouth go dry.

You toss the napkin in the garbage, collect more, then start to make your way to the dining room, looking up to find Zach’s eyes.

“Hey,” you say over the noise. He realizes that your voice somehow settles his pulse and makes it race at the same time. “There might not be enough napkins in the world for this party.”

“Invite everyone she wants,” he teases, imitating the way you convinced him to go along with Ella’s idea to invite all twelve kids from her ballet class.

“I take it back,” you chuckle. When you move past him, the fresh scent of his cologne dances over you and it’s so nice that you don’t want to leave his side. But you shake away the thought and tidy up the spill, then head to the living room to mingle.

It’s better to keep your distance from Zach. You have to remind yourself of it almost every day now. You’d been spending more time together to plan Ella’s party and at this point, it’s actually frustrating how kind and funny and charming and perfect he is.

It took a few evenings of party-planning at the house, your voices low as Ella slept upstairs, to start to get to know each other outside of your job. You’ve learned little things about him, like that he’s left-handed, and that he has a sister ten years younger than him and growing up with her helped him practice parenting, and that he likes a cup of tea before bed because it relaxes him.

You also noticed that he drifts into a more timid version of himself whenever the topic of his profession comes up. You’d mentioned that Ella could eventually grow an interest in soccer, that you’d take her to one of his home games if she wanted, and he nodded with a shy smile, saying he liked the idea.

Every side of him is intriguing, and while your conversations haven’t fallen into anything too personal, you want to know more about him past the friendly distance that stands between you.

Ella quickly darts past Zach in the kitchen and he reminds her that tag is an outside game. He’s relieved that she seems happy and careless today.

He’d asked her about inviting her mom’s parents and she answered with a quiet no. He called them to tell them that this birthday would be too difficult to celebrate together and they understood, opting to send a present in the mail.

Zach is glad he took your advice. As he rounds the corner, he sees you chatting with Ella’s friend’s dad. You probably know him from ballet. Zach has spoken with him, too. He knows the man is divorced.

Jealousy swirls in his chest. He shouldn’t care about you talking to another man. Even though you’ve started to share more about your lives with each other and he’s pretty sure you’re single, you could have a boyfriend you haven’t mentioned.

Again, while he tells himself not to feel things for you, it’s so much easier said than done. He has to look away, wondering why he feels like someone who’s not even his is being taken from him.

All the stress leaves your body the minute the last attendee leaves through the front door. It was a great party, but it was exhausting.

Ella’s eating her dinner as you, Zach, and his family tackle the mess. You make conversation with her while you clean the kitchen, happy to hear her rave about what a good birthday she had.

She asks if you can cuddle her for bedtime. Zach overhears and trudges into the kitchen, crumpled decorations in his hands. He rolled the sleeves of his shirt up and you try to ignore the fact that the mere sight of his forearms makes your stomach go numb with butterflies.

“It’s been a long day,” he says to you quietly. “I can take bedtime.”

“I got it,” you reply. He mirrors your smile. You like that he’s not the type of parent to be bitter that his own kid prefers you sometimes. He’s just happy that Ella’s happy.

When you’re leaning back in Ella’s bed, chatting as you wait for her to doze off, her arm is draped over your body and her cheek is on your shoulder. She’s grown to be totally comfortable with you, always taking the opportunity to be affectionate.

Your eyelids are heavy as you ramble about what she’ll be doing with her grandparents and aunt in the next few days, as they’ll be staying in town for a bit. Zach gave you the next three days off since childcare will be covered.

“I heard your grandma say something about taking you to the beach tomorrow,” you tell her. “Are you excited?”

“Will you come, too?” she asks. You chuckle softly, kissing the top of her head.

“I have work, remember?” you tell her. You and Zach had decided long ago that you don’t want to tell her you’re paid to be here, that your job is taking care of her. You always just refer to yourself as her dad’s friend.

“Okay,” she sighs. She lets out a big yawn. “If I tell someone my birthday wish, will it not become true anymore?”

“I’m pretty sure the rule is that you can tell one grown-up,” you play along, “and it’ll still come true.” She nuzzles in. You assume she’ll mention a gift she wanted but didn’t receive today.

“I wished that you were my mommy,” she mumbles into the dark.

Your throat tightens and your heart sinks and you hate that the sweet, innocent child clinging onto you has to carry the weight of being abandoned. You kiss the top of her head again and try not to cry.

“I love you, okay?” you tell her. She nods and squeezes you tighter and within minutes, her breathing grows deeper.

When you head downstairs, you see that almost all of the mess has been tidied up. Zach is hauling a full garbage bag to the front door, giving you a tired smile when he sees you.

“Do you need any help with–”

“Go home,” he interrupts, faking irritation. You laugh in defeat.

“Fine.” You step into the living room to say goodbye to his family, antsy to have some time to yourself so that you don’t have to force down your tears any longer.

A few seconds after the door shuts behind you, Zach remembers that he’d set aside a container of leftover treats from the party for you.

You pace down the sidewalk into the cool evening air, unlocking your car remotely, unable to stop your tears from building. When you hear Zach call your name, you quickly wipe at your eyes, realizing you’ve smudged your make-up.

“There were leftovers,” he says when you turn to look at him.

“That’s my line,” you try to joke. You take the container. “Thanks.”

He notices the shine in your eyes immediately.

“Are you alright?” Zach asks softly. You gaze up at him, heart breaking a little more at the concern in his expression.

“Just a busy day,” you tell him.

“Did something happen?”

“No,” you say quickly. “Or– yeah, but I was going to tell you later. Without the tears.” You offer a pathetic laugh to break the tension, but he’s too worried to laugh, too.

“What is it?” he asks.

You look up to Ella’s bedroom window. The first time you’d walked up to this house, you were oblivious to the fact that the two people living in it would steal your heart. You know you need to tell him what his daughter said. But you’d hoped you’d have more time to process it.

“Before bed,” you say, your voice thin, “she told me she wished I was her mom.”

It takes all the air out of Zach’s lungs. He opens his mouth to reply, but he’s without words. He crosses his arms, looking down at the pavement.

“I know. It’s a lot,” you mumble. Your temples ache as more tears build up, frustrated that this is Zach and Ella’s reality. “It just makes me so sad. I don’t want to say anything bad about your ex-wife, but I don’t understand how she could just leave you two. Has she not called to check in on her? Or to wish her a happy birthday?”

Your heart starts to thrum even harder. Your words were impulsive, surprising you even though you’re the one who said them, and the fear that you just crossed a line and exposed your feelings for him rushes through you.

“No,” is all Zach is able to say. He stares at you, speechless, biting the inside of his cheek.

“When Ella said… what she said, I told her that I love her,” you say. “I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course it is,” he says, his tone tender. Your lips twist into a sad smile. You want to hug him. But you step back. Because he’s still your boss and you don’t want him to think you can’t remain professional. You’re already anxious and regretful that you brought up Ella’s mom.

“Thank you,” you say. “I should go. Good night.”

Zach’s dazed the rest of the evening. He watches you drive off. He goes back inside to finish cleaning up. He spends time with his parents and sister, but soon heads upstairs to sleep, too distracted to keep up conversation.

His mind keeps him awake as he lies in bed. He stares up at the darkened ceiling, watching the shadow of the trees by his window rustle in the wind. In a matter of a minute, your relationship reached a new level of vulnerability.

And now that he has time to wade through his feelings, beneath the pain he feels for Ella and what she told you, he can’t deny that his heart fluttered when you said you don’t understand how someone could leave him and his daughter. Maybe you feel the same way about him.

This is not just a crush. He’s falling for you.

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You stare at the text Zach sent you a few minutes ago as you brush your teeth the next morning.

Sorry for bothering you on your day off but Ella has asked me about 50 times (give or take) if I can ask you to come to the beach today. I told her you’re busy but you know her. No pressure but we’d all love to have you. Would count as a work day, of course.

It was already hard to keep your feelings for Zach at bay when all you can think about is his smile and his voice and the way he makes you feel more comfortable than any man ever has, but now, you’re afraid it might be awkward when you see him. You’d said something so heavy last night, then left abruptly.

Nonetheless, the love you have for Ella and the love you’re starting to have for Zach is louder than the worry you’re feeling.

You reply: Don’t count it as work. It’s how I’d like to spend my day off. When and where?

A minute later, he sends you the address and time.

It’s late morning when you text Zach that you’ve arrived at the beach. He heads to the parking lot, leaving his parents, sister, and daughter by the shoreline so that he can speak to you alone. He hates that he was too in shock to thank you last night. But it was all so much to take in.

He spots you pulling a bag out of your trunk, greeting you with a soft “hey” to not startle you. It’s so nice to know that you’re here because you want to be.

You turn to see Zach in his swim shorts, his hair wet, water droplets scattered atop his muscles. You close the trunk, hoping he didn’t catch the way your eyes lingered.

“Hey. What’d you tell Ella about the ‘work’ I had today?” you ask, trying to establish a lighthearted tone. “Did my boss let me leave early?”

“We can say that,” he says with a smile. “He sounds like a good guy.”

“He is. It’s my other boss that’s kind of a nightmare,” you joke.

Zach takes you in, squinting a bit.

“You don’t really think of me as your boss, do you?” he asks, realizing he hates the implication. It makes him feel like even thinking about you as more than a friend is deeply unethical. Like there’s a power imbalance and he’s taking advantage of it somehow.

You still for a moment.

“I mean, I don’t know,” you chuckle. “It doesn’t feel like it, but aren’t you?”

“I guess.” His brows furrow. “It just doesn’t sound right.”

“How about we say… Ella’s my boss? And yours, too, now that I think about it.”

Zach laughs, “That works for me.” He nervously crosses his arms. “Uh… before we go, I wanted to thank you for handling last night so well. I think you said exactly what she needed to hear.”

Your face drops slightly. Remembering the way Ella sounded when she told you her wish, resigned but hopeful, breaks your heart every time you think about it.

“Of course,” you say. It’s a relief that he’s not upset about anything you said. “Is she doing okay?”

“Oh, yeah. Being her usual self. I didn’t tell her you were coming, so she’ll be excited.” The way you smile at the idea of making her happy is something he’s grown to adore about you.

You make your way to the shoreline, and as expected, Ella squeals when she sees you, running straight for you. You crouch to hug her tightly, thrilled that you were invited today.

You sit on a line of towels with Zach and his parents and his sister while Ella explains to you what kind of sandcastle she wants to make. You make conversation with everyone over the soothing sounds of the waves crashing against the shore and eventually, you point out a small rubber ball by the cooler.

“You wanna play soccer?” you ask Ella.

“I’m not good at it,” she replies.

“You have the best coach right here,” you say, pointing to Zach. “Let’s give it a try. Maybe we can all work together to score a goal against your dad.”

Zach smiles in surprise when Ella actually agrees. You help him create a makeshift goal line with pebbles and shells as Ella kicks the ball over the sand with her grandparents and aunt. After you set up, you join Ella while Zach makes an exaggerated show of stretching.

“Is that how you always warm up?” you ask him.

“Is there something wrong with it?” he answers. Ella laughs as he dramatically stretches. By now, you can tell by the type of dad he is that he was always on the playful side.

Ella imitates his stretching, then determination flashes over her face and she darts forward to try to kick the ball past him without warning. Zach pretends to be too slow to react, reaching after the ball has already whizzed past him, and lets out a defeated groan.

He picks his daughter up as she jumps in victory, jokingly demanding she tell him when she got so good at soccer. You smile as you watch them share a moment of joy in the sun.

“Ella, would you ever want to go to one of your dad’s games?” you offer.

“Yeah!” she exclaims.

“Yeah?” Zach says. “Why don’t you say yeah whenever I ask?”

“Just take the win, Zach,” you say with a laugh. He grins, loving the way his name sounds when it comes from you.

You enjoy the rest of the afternoon, talking with Zach’s family, playing with Ella, catching glances at Zach when he’s not looking. They invite you to dinner, but you politely decline, figuring you should give them time alone. You thank them for the fun and go home feeling lighter than you did when you woke up.

That evening, as Connie helps Zach clean up after dinner, she mentions how good you are for Ella. He glances down at his mom as she hands him a rinsed plate to put in the dishwasher.

“She really is,” Zach agrees.

“I think she’s good for you, too,” she says with a hint of a smile.

“Real subtle, Mom,” he chuckles nervously. “It’s not like that.”

“Alright,” she says with an unconvinced tone. She takes a beat. “I just need to say–”

“Of course you do,” he mumbles with an amused smirk.

“–that I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time,” she speaks over him. “I haven’t seen you be you. But you are again, especially when she’s around. It’s just nice to see you smiling so much again. I know things have been tough for you.”

Zach’s teeth dig into his bottom lip. His mom is right; things have been tough, even before Jade left. He desperately wanted companionship, to at least come home to someone he could call a friend, but Jade couldn’t give him what he needed. He hasn’t felt full of life in a long time. Not until you knocked on his door.

“I’m better now,” he says.

Connie nods, sadness filling her features as she pulls Zach in for a side-hug.

“Hey, I’m alright,” he consoles her. “Don't worry about me.”

“You’re a parent. You should know the worrying never stops.” She pulls back. “So, you’re really going to deny it? I see the way you look at her.”

Zach shakes his head with an exaggerated scoff.

“You’re relentless,” he jokes.

“You used to tell me everything.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Alright,” she sighs. “She looks at you the same way, you know.”

“Mom.”

Connie laughs and hands him another plate. He knows that the idea of you looking at him the way he looks at you won’t leave his mind any time soon.

(part two)

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Sharing – Twin Rafe Fic (Part 2 of 2)

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Part 1

CurtainBangs!Rafe x BuzzCut!Rafe x GF!Reader

🪄 Warning: SMUT, language, drug usage, drinking, name calling, choking, pet names, sharing kink, ownership kink, fingering, unprotected p in v, choking, cuckolding, rough sex, anal sex, oral male receiving, oral female receiving, threesome, degradation, hair pulling, pussy slapping, female oral stim from the back, the twins talk about the reader in an explicit manner without her.

📖 After meeting Rafe's (CurtainBangs!) twin brother Cam (BuzzCut!) for the first time, Rafe gives you a proposal you can't help but accept: sharing you.

✨ “We made a little bet, baby girl. Who could get you off the quickest,” Rafe groans. His other hand cracks against your ass, making you release a whiny gasp. “You think I’m gonna win? How well do you think I know this pussy, princess?” ✨

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Rafe’s POV:

“Too bad you’re not coming in two weeks,” I drone as I relax on the couch, kicking my feet up on the coffee table. I run my fingers through my hair, turning my hat backward as I shift my attention to the bathroom, watching Y/n’s shadow moves underneath it. Baby girl…

“What’s goin’ on then?” Cam asks, mindlessly flipping through the TV; pulling up Netflix.

“MacLaren’s comin’ to town for a soccer game.”

“No shit,” Cam grins. “Aunt Connie and Uncle Matt comin’ too?”

“I don’t know. Probably,” I shrug.

“He bringin’ Zoey?”

“Hope not,” I sough. “Girl’s a dud.”

Cam snickers as he lifts his White Claw to his lips, draining the can. “She’s no, Y/n. That’s for sure. You sure this is okay, buddy?” Cam asks as he reaches behind his ear, fishing out a joint.

“Dude…” I scoff, narrowing my eyes on his as he blazes up. “Season ain’t over for me.”

“That’s a shame, brother,” Cam chuckles cruelly before popping it between his lips. “This is good shit. Remember, you ended my season, dickhead. I deserve this shit,” he gripes, his voice already gravelly from the weed. He relaxes his head on the back of the couch, blowing a thick cloud of smoke to the ceiling. “Your girl is stunning. Fuck. She’s somethin’ special,” Cam rolls his head to the side, matching my eyes.

“What did I tell ya?” I gloat as I extend my fingers, reaching for the joint. “Just one hit.”

“Rafey… I dunno,” he mocks, eyeing it as he rolls it between his fingers. “The season ain’t over.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I clip before snatching it from his hands, ripping the joint between my lips. The sticky smoke swirls in my lungs, quenching a fraction of my thirst. “Fuck,” I groan through my exhale, passing it back to his reluctantly. “Take this shit before I smoke it all.”

“Ya didn’t answer my question, dumbfuck,” Cam mumbles, joint dangling from his lips. “You sure you’re okay with this?” I look toward the closed bathroom door, listening for y/n. Her little heels click across the tile, causing my excitement to build even more.

Goddamn. I love watchin’ my girls get fucked. She’s it. She’s that forever type of love. This high is gonna hit different. ‘Course I share. It’s like watchin’ porn, but I’m the star. I’m cuckolding myself… I don’t look at Cam. I’m not a perv like that. But, watching the woman I love get railed by a man who looks like me is a fuckin’ trip. And two of me versus one of them, holy shit, that’s ecstasy.

I’m not jealous of Cam. It also helps that I’m bigger than him. Longer… I got that curve that she loves. The one that makes my neighbors leave nasty little notes on my door after a great night. She never came from a cock before she had me. Always fakin’ it.

Sure, my brother’s thicker, but my stroke game’s better. It always has been. I like to see him try to outdo me. Hasn’t happened yet.

“Please say ‘yes,’ Rafe. Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Cam snaps me out of my daze, blowing a stream of weed smoke in my face. “Also, can you pull your head out of your ass? This is important shit.”

“Of course, it’s okay, bitch. This isn’t our first rodeo. Twenty bucks says I can make her cum faster,” I taunt as I cock my eyebrow, making him do the same.

“We countin’ the club… What was that, couple minutes tops? The shit was quick.”

“Nah. I helped. That ain’t fair,” I mock. “I’ll even let you go first. You might stand a chance.”

“You’re a cocky little fuck,” Cam sighs weakly, rubbing his hands over his tight buzz cut. “Rules? She’s your girl. What am I workin’ with?”

“Anythin’ you want. I get her ass. I get her last.”

“Fair. Rather rude that you won’t let me take her in the ass, man… I am a guest in your home.”

“That makes no fuckin’ sense,” I chuckle, crossing my arms across my chest; giving him a side-eye.

“Yeah? That’s ‘cause you have no manners, Country Club,” Cam taunts.

“Yeah, Yacht Club? ‘N you do? Oh, by the way, I like your buzz cut, Cami. You finally look like a real man.”

“I like your curtain bangs, Rafey. You look like a fuckin’, princess.”

Bitch. I move fast, punching him roughly in the arm, making him wince. “Good choice,” I bully as I wiggle my eyebrows.

“Yeah. Yeah. ‘You’re the only one standin’ in between me and your girl’s pussy. Yadda. Yadda’.” He mocks my voice, knowing what I was aiming to say. And he’s right. I could end this shit any time I wanted. Y/n is mine.

I sit in my chair, eyes trail up Y/n’s body. Ugh… Those legs, those thighs– my eyes double, mouth falling open as she drops her little robe for Cam. A bright pink garter belt hugs her skin. Fuck me. I follow the strap higher, my eyes following the curve of her ass. Ugh… I feel helpless. I wanna peel that ruffly little thong right off her body; unfasten the hooks of her pink bra one by one. Her skin is just begging to be touched, her lips kissed, body fucked senseless.

Cam’s moving slower than expected. Taking his time where he’d typically rush. His hands trail her body, skimming her curves, taking it all into memory.

Shit. I’d take her right there. Push her to her knees… Shove my cock down her throat. She gives the best fuckin’ blowjobs, not afraid to get messy for me. Daddy’s perfect little slut. But damn, does she look good bent over my dresser. Her knee thrown up on the top. My hands holding her hips as I watch her take all of me from the back, catching her beautiful face in the reflection of the mirror. But there’s always the bed. I’d spread her out and dick her down, devour her, anything and everything she ever wanted. ‘Rafe’. I can hear her moans and picture her climax perfectly. That face is forever etched into my mind.

“Fuck baby,” Cam chuckles lustfully. Pulling me out of my daze. He takes a haul off his joint, pressing his lips against her mouth, sharing his smoke. Her hands rest on his chest, just like she does to mine. My ring shines on her finger, just a casual reminder that she’s mine. Cam ashes out the joint on my bedframe before returning his attention to Y/n. He cups her lace-clad tits in his large hands. I lift my whiskey to my lips, taking a sip. Cam’s hands work down Y/n’s back, landing on her ass. He works his hands slowly over her soft skin, giving her a little spank making Y/n moan in response.

“Fuck me,” I huff, adjusting myself in my seat. Cam pushes her to sit. Y/n looks up at him hungrily. She spreads her legs wide as Cam moves to his knees. Reaching up, Cam takes hold of the straps of Y/n’s bra, pulling each side down making her breasts bounce out.

He releases a hungry moan at the sight of her, making her blush and smile. Cam’s mouth meets Y/n skin, sucking on her nipple while his hand works on the other side, pinching and rolling her blushed skin between his fingers. Y/n throws her head back, moaning loudly, pleasure coursing straight to my cock. “Holy fuck, baby,” I groan as I hold back the temptation to join… Just gotta give ‘em a minute. Cam slides her panties to the side, lowering his mouth to her pussy. I flick my wrist, fixing my watch, catching the time.

“Fuck, Cam,” y/n whines as his tongue meets her heat. There it is… Shit. I down the rest of my drink. God, it’s like snortin’ a line. That high of hearing a woman moan like that’s too fuckin good. Cam licks a line up to her clit, his hand working higher on her legs, disappearing between my girl’s thighs.

I can hear Cam’s fingers darting quickly, driving in and out rapidly. Y/n grips the back of his buzzed head, forcing him closer. He slows his pace, making her lift her head off the pillow. She looks down at him desperately, still too unfamiliar to plead with him to speed up. I know what my girl likes. She would have already been grippin’ the sheets. Callin’ out for me. Rookie mistake.

I rise from my chair, walking toward her slowly as Cam continues to play. Y/n looks at me; lashes fluttering as he changes his approach, curling his thick fingers in her pussy. I mount the bed, moving toward her slowly. Y/n reaches for me before I can even get at her, pulling me to her lips. Her sweet tongue rolls with mine, plush lips brushing as I catch her soft moans. “Tell him what you want, princess. C’mon,” I mumble against her lips.

“Faster,” she whimpers against my lips.

“Louder.”

“Faster,” Y/n moans loudly, the sounds of her pleasure making me feel like I could bust right then and there.

“Atta girl.” Cam works her pussy quicker, the wet squelching of her cunt fills the room as her back starts to arch off the bed. “Mmm… Like that?”

“Just like that,” she cries.

“You gonna cum, baby?” I ask.

“Mmpf… Y-Yeah. I’m gonna cum.” Her voice cracks, already hoarse from her cries. “Fuck, Cam.” She bucks her hips, but my brother doesn’t let up, holding her in place, working her through her orgasm as Y/n moans and cries.

Cam licks another line up her pussy, swirling his tongue, kissing her clit. He looks up at me, chin glistening with my girl’s slick, a smug smile tugs on his lips. I give him a smirk, tapping on my watch face, completely unimpressed, making him suck his teeth and roll his eyes. His demeanor changes as he crawls toward Y/n, softening completely as he looks into her half-lidded eyes.

She’s so fucking beautiful…

Reader’s POV:

“Come’ere,” Rafe groans, reaching out for you. His eyes roam your curves as you walk his way. “How ya doin’, princess?” He smiles as he wraps his strong arm around your waist. “This okay? You’re not just doin’ it for me. Are ya?” You shake your head. ‘No,’ Rafe responds with a sinful smile. “Take off my shirt, baby.” You pinch the bottom of his white v-neck, drawing it off his muscular body before tossing it to the floor. You wrap yourself up in his arms, taking in the familiar scent of your boyfriend.

Rafe’s lips meet your neck, kissing you roughly, marking you with his lips. He kisses his way to your ear, swirling and tugging on your lobe, breathing soft and slow, making you throb below. ”How are you so sexy?“ Rafe hums, making you moan needily for more. Rafe’s fingers drift into your hair, pulling you even closer. You reach down, stroking your hand over his clothed cock. ”You ready, baby?“ You bite your lip and nod, meeting his beautiful blue eyes. “My girl,” he chuckles lustfully; his praise making your heart pound. “You gonna be a good girl for us?” He hums as he latches onto your skin again, sucking down on your pulse point, feeling your racing heart.

“Yes, daddy,” you moan.

“Good answer… Take care of my brother. Yeah?”

“Yeah-” Before you can even say anymore, you’re whisked away by Cam, his lips colliding with yours in a passionate kiss. You slip the tips of your fingers under the elastic of his boxers, excitement building as you think back to the bar, remembering how it felt as you danced together.

Drawing back slightly, your eyes follow the indentations of his chiseled v-lines to his thick cock. Cam gives you a gentle smile, sensing your nerves. “We’ll go slow. Alright?” His fingers hook under your chin, his thumb rubbing along your jaw. You give him a little nod, returning your focus as you drag the material the rest of the way to the floor. He’s big. Almost as long as Rafe, no curve, thick and veiny: his pink swollen head, leaking at the tip. You grip him in your hand, swirling your tongue around his cock, collecting his prerelease.

“Shit,” you hear Rafe groan, looking back in his direction. He’s relaxed on the chair again, thighs spread wide; nothing left on his body but a smirk. It’s almost impossible to tear your focus away from Rafe as you take him in. He lifts his hand to his rosy lips, spitting on his palm, guiding your attention even lower. Your guide falls from his muscular chest to his tight stomach, his long, heavy cock now resting in his fist. Rafe uses his spit as lube, stroking slowly. His eyes roll back as you echo his movements on Cam. Rafe’s brother moans, tossing his head back to the ceiling. You stand up, continuing to palm his cock.

“I’ll do whatever you want, daddy,” you breathe, watching as a smile spreads on Cam’s lips. He steals the words off your tongue, taking your breath away. Cam reaches for you, drawing you even closer.

”Fuck. Call me daddy again,“ he mumbles between kisses as he peels your thong off your hips.

”Daddy,“ you whisper, scratching your fingers through his hair. Cam moans for you, taking a tighter grip on the plush of your hips.

“Mmm… And you’ll do whatever daddy wants?”

“Anything daddy wants, daddy get…”

”Suck my cock, baby girl.“ Cam wraps his hands around the back of your neck, forehead resting against yours. “Just for a bit… Then, I’m gonna fuck that pretty pussy. Shit. I bet you’re so tight, so fucking wet…” Cam guides two fingers between your thighs, gathering your essence on his fingers; cock twitching as he gets his answer. He brings his lips to his fingers, sucking them clean. ”Fuck. You’re sweet.“

Cam presses you toward the bed, knees buckling when you hit the side of the mattress, falling to your back. You crawl to the headboard as Cam continues to kiss you hungrily, tongue rolling with yours. He wraps his arms tightly around your body, moving you onto his chest.

You lean down, kissing his flushed cheeks. Moving a little lower on the bed, your lips meet his neck, hands gripping his muscular chest. You shift between his thighs, dragging your nails down his body, tracing your fingers around his cock as Rafe watches on with a smirk. Cam runs his tongue along his bottom lip as yours glides along the underside of his length, swirling around the tip, making him release a deep moan, throwing his head onto the pillow.

Cam’s large hands quickly find the back of your head, gathering your hair in a makeshift pony so he can get a better look. You wrap your lips around his thick tip, sucking gently, making his brows furrow, eyes shutting softly. Sinking low, you take as much of him as you can, spit seeping out of the corners of your lips already at his sheer girth.

”Fuckkk…“ He draws out the word, thigh muscles tightening under your hands as you deep throat his cock, choking on his shaft again and again. ”Mmm… Fuck. Rafe’s got you trained, baby. Shit,” he mutters. “Keep doin’ that.” You feel another touch. Rafe… His fingers glide through your hair at the nape as he leans in, lips brushing your ear as you continue to suck.

“We made a little bet, baby girl. Who could get you off the quickest,” Rafe groans. His other hand cracks against your ass, making you release a whiny gasp. “You think I’m gonna win? How well do you think I know this pussy, princess?” His large palms circle the fullness of your ass. “Shit…” He groans, drawing out the word as his hand meets your pussy. His arm reaches further around your hip, fingers skimming your ass, reaching as far as he can, the tips of his fingers swirling your arousal dipping into your entrance outlined.

Rafe reaches down, pushing you where he wants you. He thrusts his hips, rolling his body against yours, his rock-hard cock nestled between your thighs. You can feel the chill of the slick between your legs, making you release an eager whimper. “Need you, Rafe,” you whine, gasping as you come up for air. Cam grabs a mess of your hair, pushing you back down on his cock as Rafe tortures you with a few more hindered thrusts.

“Gonna get you good ‘n ready for my cock, baby girl,” Rafe groans as he takes hold of your curves, spreading your ass cheeks slightly. Rafe draws his hand back, slapping your bum; a satisfying clap cracks through the room. He snares your hips, towing you closer. You relax your body a little more, the sway of your spine deepening. Rafe’s rough fingers meet your clit, making you release a throaty moan onto Cam’s cock. “Such a pretty pussy,” Rafe groans as he works a little further back, toying with your entrance, running his fingers through your sticky folds before slapping your cunt. “Always so wet for me.”

“All from suckin’ my cock,” Cam grunts. You can hear the wavering in Cam’s voice as his thighs start to tremble.

Rafe starts to play with your pussy as Cam watches you put in work on his cock. “You’re gonna swallow my cum,” Cam moans the words, relishing each one. “You gonna let me stretch out your pussy? Fill you up? Hmm?” You answer with a gag, humming and hallowing your cheeks, creating a suction that makes Cam grip your hair tighter. “Gonna cum… Shit. So good at sucking cock. I’m gonna – Fuck-” His cum spurts down your throat as he moans your name, hips jostling, shuddering in overstimulation as you continue to suck. ”Goddamn, Y/n,“ Cam laughs through his panting breaths as you suck off his throbbing dick, cleaning on your lips with your finger before sucking it clean. “Fuck… I’m obsessed with you. You’re so perfect, baby,” he mumbles as he lowers himself on the mattress, one with your lips. ”I always wanted a girl like you, Y/n,“ he whispers. ”So fucking beautiful. Every part of you. Too bad my brother gotcha first.”

“That’s right,” Rafe rasps. His rough palm glides down your body, pressing down on your hip, causing you to widen your thighs. “You’re gonna be okay. A’ight, princess? I’ll go nice and slow.”

“Our girls gonna love it,” Cam mumbles against your lips. His tongue slips through your parted lips as Rafe rubs his thumb over your taut hole using your slick as lube, adding a little more, running a line of spit down, making you release a little gasp. Rafe circles a little quicker before pressing it inside, making you clutch Cam’s biceps.

“Good?” Rafe hums.

“So fucking good,” you moan. Rafe draws his finger out, pulling out a moan from your trembling lips. He presses against you again, his pointer finger replacing his thumb.

“Want me to keep goin’?”

“Yes. Fuck, Rafe… Don’t stop,” you whimper. You watch as Rafe wraps his fist around his dick as well. Your entire body starts to throb, your heart banging in your chest as he pumps his long cock at the same tempo as his finger, working in and out of you. A bead of precum drips from his swollen tip onto the comforter below. You feel heat spread across your already hot skin as he answers your question. His fat cockhead presses against your entrance, making your fingers claw into Cam’s flesh, eyes squeezed as Rafe glides his dick in your pussy. “O-Oh, Rafe. I- Mmm...” Cam grabs your cheeks, drawing you to his lips as Rafe sinks balls deep, the skin of his body pressed against yours, making you cry out. Rafe lets you adjust to his size and the new sensation before rocking into you at a familiar tempo, working his fingers in tandem with his thrusts. “Oh my god,” you gasp in ecstasy as he adds another finger, filling you fuller than before.

“Jesus Christ,” he huffs. Rafe curls his digits inside your ass, pumping both a little quicker, making you tighten around him more. “Feels so good, Y/n… Shit,” he pants between ruts.

“So good,” you cry. Rafe palms the arch of your ass with his other hand, spanking your cheek before gliding it forward, forcing your body a little lower. He feeds off your whines and moans, searching for that perfect angle to send you over the edge.

“Right there,” you cry between kisses.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Faster,” you snivel.

“Fuck, Y/n.”

”Harder,“ you plead through quivering lips. His hand takes a grip on your ass; rough thrusts with his fingers and cock making your body weak. ”Gonna cum.“

”Mmm… Squeezin’ me so tight. S-Shit,“ he stammers. You scream out his name, pussy fluttering around his length as you cum harder than you ever have before. Your toes curl tight, head falling onto the crook of Cam’s neck as you flood Rafe’s cock with your release. Your lashes beat to a close, muscles settling around him as his fingers pull out of your ass. ”Mmm…“ Rafe growls from behind you as his hand rounds your hips. He grinds his cock slowly, just rough enough to make the plush of your ass recoil.

”Felt so good, Rafey,“ you mewl in exhaustion, feeling his hand sail up the bend of your spine, raking into your hair. You gasp as Rafe yanks you off Cam’s chest, pulling you to his.

“Looks like I’m a winner, bitch,” Rafe claps back to Cam.

“No fuckin’ way,” Cam sneers.

“Hey, don’t be a sore loser. I know this pussy like the back of my hand. A’int that right, princess?”

“Yes, daddy,” you pant breathlessly.

“Think you can handle my cock, champ? You’re lookin’ pretty tired… Bet two’s outta the question. Huh?” He teases.

“Fuck that,” Cam chuckles. You release another gasp as Cam’s thumb finds your clit rubbing slow circles on top. “I’m gettin’ this pussy one way or the other.”

“Please, daddy… I want you both so bad,” you plead. Rafe smiles, using his grip on your hair to turn your head, planting a rough kiss on your lips.

“Anything for you, Y/n. Now sit on his cock, baby.”

Cam clasps your hips, hovering you over his dick. You reach between your thighs, taking him in your grasp, swirling him through your sopping folds. The tip of his cock presses against your pussy, making your whole body tremble. Your fingers clunch into your thighs as you sink on the first few inches, pausing to adjust to his size.

“You’re so f-fucking – mmm… You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. Shit,” Cam babbles. Cam pitches his hips, filling you to the brim, causing you to squeal and fall back onto Rafe. “Mmm… Couldn’t help myself, baby. Sorry,” he groans as his large hands hold your waist, not letting you move away.

“S-So big,” you whimper.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Rafe whispers against your hot skin. “You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you too, or is it too much?”

“Fuck me.”

Your body shakes in anticipation as he presses his tip against your second hole. “You ready, Y/n?” He hums.

“Yes,” you moan as you drop down slightly on Cam’s cock, inhaling sharply as his head enters you. Cam’s eyes plead with you to keep going, the desperation on his face encouraging you to take him deeper. “Shit. Holy shit!” You whine as you feel Rafe coax himself in as well. There’s a sting of pain, a slight discomfort as you work yourself even lower on Cam. You feel yourself becoming more and more full. Pressure building in your stomach; cries of pleasure free falling from your lips.

“Princess?” Rafe’s voice brings your gaze back to him. “You okay? Does it hurt?” He asks gently, moving closer than before.

“Yeah… But, fuck. J-Just. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

Rafe laughs and shakes his head. “You like that, Y/n? Shit… Our girl’s a little slut for pain, buddy?” He mumbles, lips brushing your shoulder. Your mouth drops open, eyes fluttering shut immediately as you feel both of them bottom you out.

“Gonna move now...” Cam hums. His teeth bite down on his kiss-bitten lip as he begins to thrust up into you. His fingertips dig into your skin as Rafe starts thrusting as well.

“Just a little whore for Cameron cock,” Rafe hisses, making Cam let out a breathless laugh.

”Fucking hell...“ You moan as they both begin to move in tandem, your whines and cries causing them to speed up. Cam fucks you from below as Rafe drives into you from above, both dying to bring you to your climax. Tears fill your eyes as they slam into you again and again.

”You’re taking us so well, baby. So fuckin’ well,“ Rafe praises. You try to speak, but you can’t focus on anything; every part of you numb with pleasure.

”Mmm. She loves us filling her up. She is so dumb on cock she can’t speak. Our poor little baby,” Cam rasps.

“Harder…” You pant breathlessly.

“Oh yeah, baby?” Rafe grunts, pistoning his hips, skin cracking against your ass as Cam drives his heels into the mattress fucking you from below.

“H-Harder!” You wail, nails clawing into the fronts of Rafe’s thighs, making him moan.

“Fuck, Y/n,” Rafe grunts. The two of them moan and groan and pleasure. Your vision blurs as Rafe’s hand clamps down around your throat, making your eyes cross. You hit your crescendo, reaching your highest high as you cry out for the both of them, back to back, one after the other, over and over. You feel Rafe’s body tremble, the warmth of his release filling you as Cam’s fingers brush along your clit.

“Keep doing that,” you whimper.

“Mmm… This?” Cam groans, working his digits a little faster, eyes locked on your pussy, watching as you make a wet mess on his lap. You fall into Cam’s arms, grinding slowly. The two of you move together, thighs sticky with your release. You start to lose your tempo in exhaustion. Rafe catches your hips guiding you as you roll on Cam’s cock, slamming you deep. “Shit… I’m almost there, baby,” Cam breathes. His fingers drift through your hair, tugging hard. “You’re my girl. Yeah? Gonna let me cum inside you?” He pleads, lips brushing against yours.

“Mmm… I’m your girl. Need it. Please.” Cam’s eyes slam shut, mouth falling open as he pins you in place, flooding you with his cum.

“Fuck, Y/n… Oh shit,” he cries. Rafe comes down on top of you, covering your body with his, lips connecting, kissing your neck and your shoulders anywhere and everywhere he can reach.

“I love you,“ he whispers. “Fuck, baby. I love you so much.”

”I love you, Rafey.”

Late that night…

You bite down on your bottom lip, eyes rolling back, toes curling tight as you try to contain the pleasure building inside. A muffled moan slips your lips, causing you to cut off the noise with the palm of your hand as you use the other to grip Rafe’s dirty blonde hair. The bed shifts beside you as Cam sleeps soundly.

Rafe’s finger swirls around your entrance, the buzz of a hum grazing against your clit. You lift the covers as Rafe’s eyes flick to yours, his beautiful face buried between your thighs. His fingers curl, finding your sweet spot, making your mouth fall slack as you let out a choked cry.

A part of you wants to moan a little louder. The greedy girl in you wanting to wake up Cam as well, but you can tell that’s not what Rafe wants. Rafe wants you all to himself. He slows his pace, adding a third finger instead, making your thighs widen, back arching off the bed. You feel a familiar heat building in your core, warmth spreading across your body.

“Fuck, baby. Lemme see your ass,” Rafe groans, nipping at the plush of your inner thigh. He grabs your hips, flipping you on the mattress before lifting your hips in the air. You arch your back a little further, giving him access to your pussy as kisses your ass and thighs.

Rafe starts to eat you out from the back, drowning himself in your wet cunt as you claw the sheets. His tongue plunges into your entrance, causing you to bury your face in your pillow, quieting yourself.

The coil in your stomach starts to tighten along with your pussy around Rafe. His trained fingers rub figure eights on your clit, tongue sweeping your G-spot again and again.

“S-Shit,” you hiss the word out as he pinches your clit, tongue fucking you ruthlessly. You move away in overstimulation, but Rafe pulls you back, keeping you in place. His tongue swirls around your entrance, collecting your arousal, moaning into your cunt; fingers delighting your clit. Your bottom lip quivers as Rafe licks a fat stripe up your pussy. You cry into the pillow, fingers twisting in the fabric, using the textile to dampen your sounds.

“Rafe,” you pant breathily as your orgasm casts through your body. Your muscles clench tight; teeth gritted as you ride the waves of your bliss, pussy, fluttering around his fingers. Your ears ring; everything in the room falls out of earshot. He rolls you to your back, claiming your lips.

“I get you last… I always get you last,” Rafe whispers breathlessly against your kiss.

“Always.”

Rafe clears his throat, his face a mess of emotion as his eyes stare into yours. His rough finger brushes along your cheeks as he struggles to find the words, but they’re hard. “Princess…”

“Baby…”

“I’ve never felt like this before,” he presses out the words.

“Like what, Rafe?” You ask gently as you lean in, kissing his lips, feeling him melt at your touch. He nuzzled in a little closer, pushing his naked body against yours.

“I’m a little jealous,” he whispers weakly.

“Rafe-”

“Wait,” he stops you before you can scold him, shaking his head ‘no.’ “I’m the one that wanted this to happen. And I loved it… Watchin’ you like that, baby… It was a fuckin’ fantasy. A’ight? But, Cam, that fucker was enjoyin’ it a little too much for my liking,” he sneers as he glances over your shoulder at his brother. “I’ve just never felt like this about anyone; loved anyone like I love you, princess.”

“I love you, Rafe,” you answer earnestly, pleading with him to believe you even after tonight. It’s hard to deny the chemistry. You couldn’t lie to Rafe and say that he was wrong about Cam.

“I know, baby. I know you love me,” he mumbles as he rests his forehead against yours.

“We don’t have to do that ever again,” you soothe even though it pained you to say. “I won’t talk to Cam. I-”

“Baby girl,” he whispers. “Not necessary. A’ight? And it is happening again. I just want to make sure you really know who you belong to.” Your heart patters as he confirms what you were hoping he would. He wants this to happen again. The three of you together wasn’t just a one-time thing. You do your best to fix your face, not wanting to act too excited… I mean, he could call it off ultimately.

“I belong to you, Rafe Cameron,” you assure as you lift your leg, wrapping it over his body. Rafe takes hold of your ass, palming your curves as he looks down at you lovingly. “I already talked to Cam. Told him that I didn’t want him talkin’ to you without me.”

“Oh… What did he say?” You whisper.

“He said, ‘We’re cool. He understands. He knows you’re mine and that he never questioned it. Just told me I don’t have anything to worry about. I know that. Got nothin’ to worry about when it comes to you, honey-”

“You don’t, Rafey. M’all yours.”

“And I’m yours, princess.”

One week later…

“Fuck. I’m gonna miss you,” Rafe hums against your lips, arms wrapped lazily around your hips. He paws at your ass, lifting the bottom of his old t-shirt, hands resting on your bare skin.

“You’re gonna do so good, baby.” You rise on your tippy toes, meeting Rafe’s lips. “Can’t wait to watch you play.”

“Mmm… I’ll call you right after. And, if we make it to Nationals, you’re coming with me. A’ight? M’Nothing without my lucky charm.”

“I’m your lucky charm?” You smile, your cheeks burning from your smile as Rafe lifts you to his level, standing straight.

“‘Course you are. I’m gonna be missing my pregame ritual, my post-game ritual… What am I gonna do without you,” he mumbles, face buried in your neck.

“Rafey,” you chuckle lightly, drawing his beautiful blues to yours before brushing his dirty blonde bangs back. “Call me when you get back to the hotel, and we can FaceTime: take a shower together-”

“Yeah?” He chuckles giddily as he smushes his lips against yours.

“Mhmm… Then, we can pick a movie and not watch it like we usually do.

“Shittt, baby,” he groans as he tosses his head back slightly. “I love the sound of that.” Rafe turns over his shoulder, looking toward the door as one of his teammates blares his car horn. He lets out a little annoyed grumble, returning his attention to you. “Wish me luck?”

“Mmm…” You kiss him against, lips lingering with his. “Good luck, baby.”

“My girl… This bus ride is long as shit. Phone on. A’ight? I’m gonna be bored as fuck,” he bitches as he tugs on his team jacket before looping his duffle bag over his shoulder.

“Promise,” you smile, holding the door as he passes through. Rafe steals three more kisses before bounding toward the Wrangler. You stand at the doorframe, watching as he hops in the passenger’s seat. Your phone buzzes in your pocket already, making you smile.

Your cheeks blush as you look at the little thumbnail on your screen, Rafe’s ring-adorned hand wrapped tightly around your neck. You look up toward the car, watching as it pulls out of the driveway. Rafe gives you a smile and a wink before peeling out onto the main road.

The notification at the top of your phone catches your attention, making your heart stop.

Fuck.

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can you please write the trip with Zach and his family and the reader?! 🩷

Snowboarding Disaster

Pairing: Zach MacLaren x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

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Y/N has yet again been invited to go with the MacLarens on their yearly ski trip. She was invited last year, but she didn’t exactly go snowboarding with the family. She opted to stay in the chalet with hot chocolate and a good romance book. This year, though, she is determined to hit the slopes with her boyfriend. He helps her get all of her gear and they go outside. His family headed out ahead of them. He guides her to sit on the ground, explaining how to put her board binding on. She can see he is trying to hide her laughter and groans in frustration. “Can you help me, please?” she whines, looking at him in despair. He lets his cackle out for a second before bending to help her, “There you go, Baby.” he gives her a kiss on the lips and helps her up.

They head over to the magic carpet to go up the bunny hill and shrieks the moment her board is on the moving belt. “I do not like that feeling,” she cries out, trying to stabilize herself. Once at the top of the hill, Zach does a rundown of the basics and tells her to just try to slide down to him with her board perpendicular to the slope. She is easily able to do it, so he moves on to moving directions by shifting the weight of her body from foot to foot, still keeping the board somewhat perpendicular to the hill. This is where the problem started. She would put too much weight on one foot, which causes her board to twist parallel to the slope and she starts going out of control. After a few times of Zach catching her or her wiping out, she is close to calling it quits. “Come on, Baby. Just try it one more time,” he begs. She gives in to his pleas and tries again. This time she almost got down the hill correctly, but a small bump of snow tilts her board forward. She begins zooming out of control down the hill with no way of stopping. Panic starts to rise when she sees a little kid at the bottom of the hill. Luckily, Zach is able to get down fast enough and tackle her onto her back, just narrowly missing the child. 

She groans, rubbing her head with her gloved hand. “I don’t think I ever want to go snowboarding again,” she moans, sitting up off the ground with Zach. He unbuckles her snowboard and helps her up, “I think you shouldn’t either. How about we head to the chalet and get some hot chocolate, instead?” 

———

The rest of Zach’s family return to the chalet to find the couple cuddled on the couch near the fire. “You guys are here earlier than I thought,” Connie comments, sitting across from her son. Y/N smiles at her boyfriend’s mom, “Yeah, I wasn’t very good at it.” Avery giggles. “Are you sure it wasn’t just that you had a bad teacher?” Y/N gives the younger girl a mind-blown look, “You are absolutely right. It was your brother’s fault I was so bad. Maybe you should be my teacher next time.” “Hey! I am a great teacher, I have never felt so betrayed before,” he gasps out with a pouty look. Y/N brings herself closer to him, giving him a kiss. “It’s okay, you are an amazing boyfriend.”

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Could you do Zach MacLaren imagine where reader and him are alone at the ski lodge and they just spend the whole day cuddling and reader reading to him etc etc

(have I been gone for like almost 1 week? Yes yes I have. Have I go an excuse? Nope no I don’t, btw requests are being answered and are open but it may take a while for them to be answered and I am soon publishing a book abt rafe Cameron on Wattpad so make sure to follow me on there : h0gw4rts)

𝐂𝐨𝐳𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐠𝐞 (requests are open)

Warnings: really short

Summary : you spend a day with your perfect boyfriend.

Genre: fluff

When Connie invited you to go skiing with them you didn’t actually think she meant it but it was all to late when 2 days ago you sat between Zach and his cousin on the way to their rented lodge. You didn’t feel even the slightest bit of regret even though you didn’t know how to ski.

The first day was spent with you trying to learn how to ski you even tried to settle on snowboarding but that proved to be even more hard but it wasn’t even your fault you just get all panicky when both of your feet are tied to the snow board.

The second day, which was today, you chose to spent with your boyfriend who was forced to stay on the lodge because of his concussion.

“I’m boreddddd” whined Zach from beside you where he was forced, by you, to read a book according to you he read way to little and you went out of your way to get him a soccer related book.

“Well,” you started while rolling on top of him so that your face was uncontrollably near his. “What do you wanna do?” You continued making him break out into a smile. “This,” he said before leaning in.

He connected your lips passionately kissing you and also trying to distract you from him taking the book and putting it under a pillow. When you saw that you grabbed his hand and guided it to your waist before grabbing the book from beneath the pillow.

“Noo” he whined when he saw the book back in your hand. “Please baby I don’t want to read.” He said trying to reason with you. You just shook your head and sat up next to him.

“Okay,” you said making him smile at you “I can read to you if you want baby.” You said making him nod before laying his head down on your lap. Your hand found his hair and you slowly started playing with it.

Then you started reading and not long after Zach’s attention was removed from the words coming out of your mouth he just stared at your face. “What?” You laughed when you saw him smiling. “Nothing baby I just think you’re pretty.” He said his right hand finding your chin.

He sat up and cupped your face slowly bringing you closer. “Zach.” You said making his eyes snap up to your eyes. “What is it?” He asks softly while caressing your cheek. “Wanna continue reading later?” You asked making his smile widen “sure” he said before he leaning into a kiss. “Come on let’s continue this somewhere else.” He said making you nod.

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The Other Zoey

Highly intelligent computer major Zoey Miller is uninterested in romantic love, but her life is turned upside down when Zack, the school’s soccer star, gets amnesia and mistakes Zoey for his girlfriend. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Zoey Miller: Josephine Langford Zack MacLaren: Drew Starkey Miles MacLaren: Archie Renaux Elle: Mallori Johnson Connie MacLaren: Andie MacDowell Matt MacLaren:…

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2008/2009 TV Awards

Best Drama Series: Battlestar Galactica Breaking Bad Friday Night Lights In Treatment Mad Men The Shield HONORABLE MENTION: Big Love, Damages, Dexter, Grey’s Anatomy, Law & Order, Life, Lost, Medium, The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency, Rescue Me, Sons of Anarchy, 24 Best Actor - Drama Series: Gabriel Byrne, In Treatment - "Gina, Week Four" Kyle Chandler, Friday Night Lights - "The Giving Tree" Michael Chiklis, The Shield - "Family Meeting" Bryan Cranston, Breaking Bad - "ABQ" Jon Hamm, Mad Men - "The Jet Set" Edward James Olmos, Battlestar Galactica - "Daybreak" HONORABLE MENTION: Jamie Bamber, Battlestar Galactica; Matthew Fox, Lost; Michael C. Hall, Dexter; Charlie Hunnam, Sons of Anarchy; Hugh Laurie, House; Denis Leary, Rescue Me; Damian Lewis, Life; Jonny Lee Miller, Eli Stone; Bill Paxton, Big Love; Linus Roache, Law & Order; Jeremy Sisto, Law & Order; James Spader, Boston Legal; Kiefer Sutherland, 24 Best Actress - Drama Series: Connie Britton, Friday Night Lights - "Tami Knows Best" Glenn Close, Damages - "Trust Me" Holly Hunter, Saving Grace - "I Believe in Angels" January Jones, Mad Men - "A Night to Remember" Mary McDonnell, Battlestar Galactica - "Daybreak" Chloe Sevigny, Big Love - "Rough Edges" HONORABLE MENTION: Patricia Arquette, Medium; Rose Byrne, Damages; Sally Field, Brothers and Sisters; Calista Flockhart, Brothers and Sisters; Ginnifer Goodwin, Big Love; Mariska Hargitay, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit; Regina King, Southland; Evangeline Lilly, Lost; Mary McCormack, In Plain Sight; Molly Parker, Swingtown; Ellen Pompeo, Grey’s Anatomy; Katee Sackhoff, Battlestar Galactica; Jill Scott, The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency; Jeanne Tripplehorn, Big Love Best Supporting Actor - Drama Series: Zach Gilford, Friday Night Lights - "Underdogs" Walton Goggins, The Shield - "Family Meeting" Josh Holloway, Lost - "LaFleur" John Mahoney, In Treatment - "Walter, Week Five" Aaron Paul, Breaking Bad - "Peekaboo" Jimmy Smits, Dexter - "I Had a Dream" HONORABLE MENTION: Christian Clemenson, Boston Legal; Jeremy Davies, Lost; Nelsan Ellis, True Blood; Michael Emerson, Lost; Michael Hogan, Battlestar Galactica; William Hurt, Damages; Vincent Kartheiser, Mad Men; Taylor Kitsch, Friday Night Lights; T.R. Knight, Grey’s Anatomy; Brad Leland, Friday Night Lights; Mark Moses, Mad Men; Dean Norris, Breaking Bad; Terry O’Quinn, Lost; Ron Perlman, Sons of Anarchy; Jesse Plemons, Friday Night Lights; Matthew Rhys, Brothers and Sisters; Aaron Shaw, In Treatment; John Slattery, Mad Men; Sam Waterston, Law & Order; Jake Weber, Medium Best Supporting Actress - Drama Series: Hope Davis, In Treatment - "Mia, Week Four" Elisabeth Moss, Mad Men - "Meditations in an Emergency" Adrianne Palicki, Friday Night Lights - "Tomorrow Blues" Alison Pill, In Treatment - "April, Week Six" CCH Pounder, The Shield - "Family Meeting" Anika Noni Rose, The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency - "Beauty and Integrity" HONORABLE MENTION: Angela Bassett, ER; Alana de la Garza, Law & Order; Rachel Griffiths, Brothers and Sisters; Anna Gunn, Breaking Bad; Tricia Helfer, Battlestar Galactica; Christina Hendricks, Mad Men; Michele Hicks, The Shield; Cherry Jones, 24; Yunjin Kim, Lost; Elizabeth Mitchell, Lost; Sandra Oh, Grey’s Anatomy; Krysten Ritter, Breaking Bad; Katey Sagal, Sons of Anarchy; Amanda Seyfried, Big Love; Callie Thorne, Rescue Me; Sofia Vassilieva, Medium; Rutina Wesley, True Blood; Dianne Wiest, In Treatment; Chandra Wilson, Grey’s Anatomy Best Writing - Drama Series: Breaking Bad - "ABQ" - Vince Gilligan Friday Night Lights - "The Giving Tree" - Elizabeth Heldens In Treatment - "April, Week Four" - Sarah Treem Mad Men - "Meditations in an Emergency" - Kater Gordon & Matthew Weiner Mad Men - "A Night to Remember" - Robin Veith & Matthew Weiner The Shield - "Family Meeting" - Shawn Ryan HONORABLE MENTION: Battlestar Galactica - “Blood on the Scales”; Battlestar Galactica - “Daybreak”; Big Love - “Come, Ye Saints”; Breaking Bad - “Better Call Saul”; Breaking Bad - “4 Days Out”; Breaking Bad - “Negro y Azul”; Damages - “I Lied, Too”; Damages - “Trust Me”; ER - “And in the End…”; Friday Night Lights - “A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall”; Friday Night Lights - “New York New York”; Friday Night Lights - “Tomorrow Blues”; Friday Night Lights - “Underdogs”; Grey’s Anatomy - “Now or Never”; In Treatment - “Gina, Week Four”; In Treatment - “Mia, Week Four”; In Treatment - “Walter, Week Five”; Law & Order - “Exchange”; Life - “One”; Mad Men - “The Gold Violin”; Mad Men - “The Jet Set”; Mad Men - “The New Girl”; Mad Men - “Six Month Leave”; The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency - “The Boy with an African Heart”; The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency - “Pilot”; Rescue Me - “Perspective”; Rescue Me - “Sheila”; The Shield - “Parricide”; The Shield - “Party Line”; The Shield - “Possible Kill Screen”; Sons of Anarchy - “The Revelator” Best Directing - Drama Series: Battlestar Galactica - "Blood on the Scales" - Wayne Rose Breaking Bad - "4 Days Out" - Michelle MacLaren Friday Night Lights - "New York, New York" - Jeffrey Reiner Mad Men - "A Night to Remember" - Lesli Linka Glatter The Shield - "Family Meeting" - Clark Johnson The Shield - "Party Line" - Gwyenth Horder-Payton HONORABLE MENTION: Battlestar Galactica - “Daybreak”; Big Love - “Come, Ye Saints”; Breaking Bad - “ABQ”; Breaking Bad - “Better Call Saul”; Breaking Bad - “Negro y Azul”; Damages - “Look What He Dug Up This Time”; Damages - “Trust Me”; Dexter - “I Had a Dream”; ER - “And in the End…”; ER - “Old Times”; Friday Night Lights - “The Giving Tree”; Friday Night Lights - “A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall”; Friday Night Lights - “Underdogs”; Grey’s Anatomy - “Now or Never”; In Treatment - “April, Week Four”; In Treatment - “Gina, Week Four”; In Treatment - “Mia, Week Four”; Law & Order - “Exchange”; Lost - “The Incident”; Mad Men - “The Gold Violin”; Mad Men - “The Jet Set”; Mad Men - “Meditations in an Emergency”; Mad Men - “Six Month Leave”; The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency - “The Boy with an African Heart”; The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency - “Pilot”; Rescue Me - “Sheila”; The Shield - “Bitches Brew”; The Shield - “Moving Day”; The Shield - “Parricide”; The Shield - “Possible Kill Screen”; Sons of Anarchy - “Fun Town”; Sons of Anarchy - “Old Bones”; 24 - “Day 7: 6:00 A.M. - 7:00 A.M.” Best Guest Actor - Drama Series: Gauis Charles, Friday Night Lights - "Hello, Goodbye" Patrick Fischler, Mad Men - "The Benefactor" Michael J. Fox, Rescue Me - "Sheila" Bob Odenkirk, Breaking Bad - "Better Call Saul" Scott Porter, Friday Night Lights - "New York, New York" Stephen Root, True Blood - "Plaisir d'Amour" HONORABLE MENTION: Jonathan Banks, Breaking Bad; Ernest Borgnine, ER; Keith Carradine, Law & Order; George Clooney, ER; Ted Danson, Damages; Garret Dillahunt, Life; Charles Durning, Rescue Me; Anthony Edwards, ER; Giancarlo Esposito, Breaking Bad; Miguel Ferrer, Law & Order: Criminal Intent; Colin Hanks, Mad Men; Zeljko Ivanek, House; Delroy Lindo, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit; Malcolm McDowell, Heroes; Mos Def, House; Joel Murray, Mad Men; Michael Rispoli, Law & Order; Mark Sheppard, Battlestar Galactica; Jeffrey Tambor, Medium; Glynn Turman, In Treatment; Brian Van Holt, Sons of Anarchy Best Guest Actress - Drama Series: Ellen Burstyn, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit - "Swing" Drea de Matteo, Sons of Anarchy - "The Sleep of Babies" Anne Dudek, House - "House Divided" Melinda McGraw, Mad Men - "The New Girl" CCH Pounder, The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency - "The Boy with an African Heart" Susan Sarandon, ER - "Old Times" HONORABLE MENTION: Allyce Beasley, Medium; Brenda Blethyn, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit; Carol Burnett, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit; Ellen Burstyn, Big Love; Tyne Daly, Grey’s Anatomy; Blythe Danner, Medium; Michelle Forbes, True Blood; Melinda Page Hamilton, Mad Men; Tess Harper, Breaking Bad; Aisha Hinds, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit; Swoosie Kurtz, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit; Lucy Lawless, Battlestar Galactica; Julianna Margulies, ER; Margo Martindale, Dexter; Liz Mikel, Friday Night Lights; Katee Sackhoff, Nip/Tuck; Maura Tierney, ER; Ally Walker, Boston Legal; Ally Walker, Sons of Anarchy; Sigourney Weaver, Eli Stone; Jennifer Westfeldt, Grey’s Anatomy Best Ensemble - Drama Series: Battlestar Galactica Damages Friday Night Lights Mad Men The Shield Sons of Anarchy HONORABLE MENTION: Big Love, Boston Legal, Breaking Bad. Brothers and Sisters, Dirty Sexy Money, Eli Stone, ER, Grey’s Anatomy, Heroes, House, In Treatment, Law & Order, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, Lost, Rescue Me, Southland, Swingtown, True Blood, 24 Best New Drama Series: The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency Sons of Anarchy Southland Swingtown True Blood HONORABLE MENTION: Dollhouse, In Plain Sight, 90210 Best Comedy Series: Chuck How I Met Your Mother The Office Pushing Daisies 30 Rock Ugly Betty HONORABLE MENTION: Better Off Ted, The Big Bang Theory, Eastbound & Down, Entourage, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, The New Adventures of Old Christine, Party Down, Reaper, Scrubs, Summer Heights High, United States of Tara, Weeds, Worst Week Best Actor - Comedy Series: Alec Baldwin, 30 Rock - "Reunion" Steve Carell, The Office - "Broke" Zachary Levi, Chuck - "Chuck Versus the Ring" Chris Lilley, Summer Heights High - "Episode 8" Lee Pace, Pushing Daisies - "Comfort Food" Jim Parsons, The Big Bang Theory - "The Bath Item Gift Hypothesis" HONORABLE MENTION: Kyle Bornheimer, Worst Week; Zach Braff, Scrubs; Kevin Connolly, Entourage; Bret Harrison, Reaper; Jason Lee, My Name Is Earl; Ken Marino, Party Down; Danny McBride, Eastbound & Down; Josh Radnor, How I Met Your Mother; Adam Scott, Party Down; Tony Shalhoub, Monk Best Actress - Comedy Series: Toni Collette, United States of Tara - "Pilot" America Ferrera, Ugly Betty - "A Mother of a Problem" Tina Fey, 30 Rock - "Reunion" JoAnna Garcia, Privileged - "Pilot" Julia Louis-Dreyfus, The New Adventures of Old Christine - "This Old Maid of Honor" Mary-Louise Parker, Weeds - "No Man Is Pudding" HONORABLE MENTION: Christina Applegate, Samantha Who?; Tichina Arnold, Everybody Hates Chris; Lizzy Caplan, Party Down; Anna Friel, Pushing Daisies; Teri Hatcher, Desperate Housewives; Eva Longoria Parker, Desperate Housewives; Billie Piper, Secret Diary of a Call Girl; Amy Poehler, Parks and Recreation; Sarah Silverman, The Sarah Silverman Program; Yvonne Strahovski, Chuck Best Supporting Actor - Comedy Series: Charlie Day, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia - "The Nightman Cometh" Neil Patrick Harris, How I Met Your Mother - "The Stinsons" Jack McBrayer, 30 Rock - "The Funcooker" Chi McBride, Pushing Daisies - "Water & Power" Tracy Morgan, 30 Rock - "The Bubble" Jason Segel, How I Met Your Mother - "Not a Father's Day" HONORABLE MENTION: John Corbett, United States of Tara; Terry Crews, Everybody Hates Chris; Rick Gonzalez, Reaper; Ryan Hansen, Party Down; Glenn Howerton, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia; Justin Kirk, Weeds; John Krasinski, The Office; Hamish Linklater, The New Adventures of Old Christine; Rob McElhenney, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia; John C. McGinley, Scrubs; Jeremy Piven, Entourage; Chris Pratt, Parks and Recreation; Doug Savant, Desperate Housewives; Kurtwood Smith, Worst Week; Martin Starr, Party Down; Michael Urie, Ugly Betty; Rainn Wilson, The Office Best Supporting Actress - Comedy Series: Kristin Chenoweth, Pushing Daisies - "Bad Habits" Jenna Fischer, The Office - "Lecture Circuit, Parts 1 & 2" Alyson Hannigan, How I Met Your Mother - "The Front Porch" Jane Krakowski, 30 Rock - "The Ones" Jean Smart, Samantha Who? - "So I Think I Can Dance" Cobie Smulders, How I Met Your Mother - "The Leap" HONORABLE MENTION: Judy Davis, The Starter Wife; Portia de Rossi, Better Off Ted; Dana Delany, Desperate Housewives; Rosemarie DeWitt, United States of Tara; Ellen Greene, Pushing Daisies; Mindy Kaling, The Office; Swoosie Kurtz, Pushing Daisies; Brie Larson, United States of Tara; Nancy Lenehan, Worst Week; Jane Lynch, Party Down; Becki Newton, Ugly Betty; Kaitlin Olson, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia; Ana Ortiz, Ugly Betty; Elizabeth Perkins, Weeds; Jaime Pressly, My Name Is Earl; Wanda Sykes, The New Adventures of Old Christine; Vanessa Williams, Ugly Betty Best Writing - Comedy Series: How I Met Your Mother - "The Naked Man" - Joe Kelly The Office - "Broke" - Charlie Grandy The Office - "Lecture Circuit, Parts 1 & 2" - Mindy Kaling Pushing Daisies - "Comfort Food" - Douglas Petrie 30 Rock - "Believe in the Stars" - Robert Carlock 30 Rock - "Reunion" - Matt Hubbard HONORABLE MENTION: Better Off Ted - “Goodbye Mr. Chips”; The Big Bang Theory - “The Work Song Nanocluster”; Chuck - “Chuck Versus the First Kill”; Chuck - “Chuck Versus the Ring”; Entourage - “Play’n with Fire”; How I Met Your Mother - “Intervention”; How I Met Your Mother - “Not a Father’s Day”; How I Met Your Mother - “The Stinsons”; It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia - “Mac & Charlie Die”; It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia - “The Nightman Cometh”; The New Adventures of Old Christine - “The Old Maid of Honor”; The Office - “Stress Relief”; The Office - “The Surplus”; Party Down - “Brandix Corporate Retreat”; Pushing Daisies - “Bad Habits”; Pushing Daisies - “Oh Oh Oh…It’s Magic”; Scrubs - “My Finale”; Summer Heights High - ���Episode 7”; 30 Rock - “The Bubble”; 30 Rock - “The Funcooker”; 30 Rock - “The Ones”; Ugly Betty - “Things Fall Apart”; United States of Tara - “Aftermath”; Weeds - “The Three Coolers”; Worst Week - “Pilot” Best Directing - Comedy Series: Chuck - "Chuck Versus the Ring" - Robert Duncan McNeill How I Met Your Mother - "The Naked Man" - Pamela Fryman It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia - "The Nightman Cometh" - Matt Shakman The Office - "Stress Relief, Parts 1 & 2" - Jeffrey Blitz 30 Rock - "Believe in the Stars" - Don Scardino Weeds - "The Three Coolers" - Paris Barclay HONORABLE MENTION: Better Off Ted - “Goodbye Mr. Chips”; The Big Bang Theory - “The Work Song Nanocluster”; Chuck - “Chuck Versus the Ex”; Chuck - “Chuck Versus Santa Claus”; Chuck - “Chuck Versus the Seduction”; Entourage - “Play’n with Fire”; How I Met Your Mother - “The Front Porch”; How I Met Your Mother - “Intervention”; How I Met Your Mother - “The Leap”; It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia - “Mac & Charlie Die”; The Office - “Broke”; The Office - “Dream Team”; The Office - “Lecture Circuit”; Party Down - “Brandix Corporate Retreat”; Pushing Daisies - “Bad Habits”; Pushing Daisies - “Comfort Food”; Pushing Daisies - “Oh Oh Oh…It’s Magic”; Scrubs - “My Finale”; Summer Heights High - “Episode 8”; 30 Rock - “The Bubble”; 30 Rock - “The Funcooker”; 30 Rock - “Reunion”; Ugly Betty - “A Mother of a Problem”; Ugly Betty - “Things Fall Apart”; United States of Tara - “Transition”; Worst Week - “Pilot” Best Guest Actor - Comedy Series: Scott Bakula, Chuck - "Chuck Versus the Dream Job" Albert Brooks, Weeds - "The Three Coolers" Jon Hamm, 30 Rock - "The Bubble" John Larroquette, Chuck - "Chuck Versus the Seduction" Steve Martin, 30 Rock - "Gavin Volure" Stephen Root, Pushing Daisies - "Robbing Hood" HONORABLE MENTION: Alan Alda, 30 Rock; Will Arnett, 30 Rock; Beau Bridges, My Name Is Earl; Chevy Chase, Chuck; Enrico Colantoni, Party Down; Tim DeKay, The New Adventures of Old Christine; Idris Elba, The Office; Will Ferrell, Eastbound & Down; Brad Garrett, Monk; Armie Hammer, Reaper; Patton Oswalt, United States of Tara; David Proud, Secret Diary of a Call Girl; Craig Robinson, Eastbound & Down; J.K. Simmons, Party Down; Glynn Turman, Scrubs; Fred Willard, Pushing Daisies; Dean Winters, 30 Rock Best Guest Actress - Comedy Series: Christine Baranski, The Big Bang Theory - "The Maternal Capacitance" Sarah Chalke, How I Met Your Mother - "Shelter Island" Salma Hayek, 30 Rock - "The Ones" Bernadette Peters, Ugly Betty - "Dress for Success" Amy Ryan, The Office - "Business Ethics" Elaine Stritch, 30 Rock - "Christmas Special" HONORABLE MENTION: Christine Baranski, Ugly Betty; Kristen Bell, Party Down; Brenda Blethyn, The New Adventures of Old Christine; Jordana Brewster, Chuck; Tisha Campbell-Martin, Everybody Hates Chris; Frances Conroy, Desperate Housewives; Mary Elizabeth Ellis, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia; Beth Grant, Pushing Daisies; Melora Hardin, The Office; Kristen Johnston, The New Adventures of Old Christine; Swoosie Kurtz, Desperate Housewives; Debra Mooney, Pushing Daisies; Megan Mullally, The New Adventures of Old Christine; Megan Mullally, 30 Rock; Gena Rowlands, Monk; Michaela Watkins, The New Adventures of Old Christine; Betty White, My Name Is Earl; Oprah Winfrey, 30 Rock; Constance Zimmer, Entourage Best Ensemble - Comedy Series: Chuck How I Met Your Mother The Office Party Down 30 Rock Ugly Betty HONORABLE MENTION: Better Off Ted, The Big Bang Theory, Desperate Housewives, Entourage, Everybody Hates Chris, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, The New Adventures of Old Christine, Parks and Recreation, Pushing Daisies, Samantha Who?, Scrubs, United States of Tara, Weeds Best New Comedy Series: Better Off Ted Eastbound & Down Party Down Summer Heights High United States of Tara Worst Week HONORABLE MENTION: Do Not Disturb, Important Things with Demetri Martin, Kath & Kim, The Life & Times of Tim, Little Britain USA, Parks and Recreation, Privileged, Secret Diary of a Call Girl, Sit Down Shut Up Best TV Movie/Miniseries: Generation Kill Grey Gardens Into the Storm Taking Chance Wallander HONORABLE MENTION: America, The Courageous Heart of Irena Sendler, Front of the Class, Loving Leah, My Zinc Bed, Pedro, Prayers for Bobby, Sybil Best Actor - TV Movie/Miniseries: Kevin Bacon, Taking Chance Kenneth Branagh, Wallander Paddy Considine, My Zinc Bed Brendan Gleeson, Into the Storm Ryan Kelley, Prayers for Bobby HONORABLE MENTION: Alex Loynaz, Pedro; Jonathan Pryce, My Zinc Bed; Kiefer Sutherland, 24: Redemption; James Wolk, Front of the Class Best Actress - TV Movie/Miniseries: Lauren Ambrose, Loving Leah Drew Barrymore, Grey Gardens Jessica Lange, Grey Gardens Anna Paquin, The Courageous Heart of Irena Sendler Sigourney Weaver, Prayers for Bobby HONORABLE MENTION: Tammy Blanchard, Sybil; Jessica Lange, Sybil; Uma Thurman, My Zinc Bed Best Supporting Actor - TV Movie/Miniseries: Len Cariou, Into the Storm Jon Huertas, Generation Kill James Ransone, Generation Kill Stark Sands, Generation Kill Alexander Skarsgard, Generation Kill HONORABLE MENTION: Tom Aldredge, Taking Chance; Robert Carlyle, 24: Redemption; Enver Gjokaj, Taking Chance; Ken Howard, Grey Gardens; Chance Kelly, Generation Kill; Billy Lush, Generation Kill; Lee Tergesen, Generation Kill; David Warner, Wallander Best Supporting Actress - TV Movie/Miniseries: Kimberly Elise, Gifted Hands: The Ben Carson Story Susie Essman, Loving Leah Justina Machado, Pedro Janet McTeer, Into the Storm Jeanne Tripplehorn, Grey Gardens HONORABLE MENTION: Ruby Dee, America; Marcia Gay Harden, The Courageous Heart of Irena Sendler; Patricia Heaton, Front of the Class; Cherry Jones, 24: Redemption; Jeany Spark, Wallander; Flora Spencer-Longhurst, Wallander Best Variety Series: The Colbert Report The Daily Show with Jon Stewart Late Show with David Letterman Real Time with Bill Maher Saturday Night Live The Soup HONORABLE MENTION: Important Things with Demetri Martin, Jimmy Kimmel Live, Late Night with Conan O’Brien, Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, Little Britain USA, Tracey Ullman’s State of the Union Best Variety Special: The 81st Annual Academy Awards Chris Rock: Kill the Messenger A Colbert Christmas: The Greatest Gift of All Comedy Central Roast of Bob Saget The 62nd Annual Tony Awards HONORABLE MENTION: AFI’s 10 Top 10, The 51st Annual Grammy Awards, Kathy Griffin: She’ll Cut a Bitch, The Kennedy Center Honors, The 2008 MTV Video Music Awards, The Neighborhood Ball: An Inaugural Celebration, Ricky Gervais: Out of England, Rosie Live, Will Ferrell: You’re Welcome America: A Final Night with George W. Bush Best Male Performer - Variety Series/Special: Stephen Colbert, The Colbert Report Hugh Jackman, The 81st Annual Academy Awards Demetri Martin, Important Things with Demetri Martin Jon Stewart, The Daily Show with Jon Stewart Justin Timberlake, Saturday Night Live HONORABLE MENTION: Fred Armisen, Saturday Night Live; Stephen Colbert, A Colbert Christmas; Will Ferrell, Will Ferrell: You’re Welcome America; Ricky Gervais, Ricky Gervais: Out of England; Bill Hader, Saturday Night Live; David Letterman, Late Show with David Letterman; Matt Lucas, Little Britain USA; Bill Maher, Real Time with Bill Maher; Joel McHale, The Soup; Bobby Moynihan, Saturday Night Live; Conan O'Brien, Late Night with Conan O’Brien; Chris Rock, Chris Rock: Kill the Messenger; Andy Samberg, Saturday Night Live; Jason Sudeikis, Saturday Night Live; David Walliams, Little Britain USA Best Female Performer - Variety Series/Special: Tina Fey, Saturday Night Live Whoopi Goldberg, The 62nd Annual Tony Awards Amy Poehler, Saturday Night Live Tracey Ullman, Tracey Ullman's State of the Union Kristen Wiig, Saturday Night Live HONORABLE MENTION: Beyonce, The 81st Annual Academy Awards; Beyonce, The Neighborhood Ball; Kathy Griffin, Kathy Griffin: She’ll Cut a Bitch; Anne Hathaway, Saturday Night Live; Cloris Leachman, Comedy Central Roast of Bob Saget; Patti LuPone, The 62nd Annual Tony Awards; Idina Menzel, Soundstage: Idina Menzel; Michaela Watkins, Saturday Night Live Best Animated Series: The Life & Times of Tim The Simpsons South Park HONORABLE MENTION: Family Guy, King of the Hill, Sit Down Shut Up Best Voice-Over Performer - Animated Series: Dan Castellaneta, The Simpsons - "Gone Maggie Gone" Steve Dildarian, The Life & Times of Tim - "Angry Unpaid Hooker/Rodney's Bachelor Party" Mike Judge, King of the Hill - "Serves Me Right for Giving General George S. Patton the Bathroom Key" Seth MacFarlane, Family Guy - "Road to Germany" Harry Shearer, The Simpsons - "The Burns and the Bees" Yeardley Smith, The Simpsons - "Lisa the Drama Queen" HONORABLE MENTION: Pamela Adlon, King of the Hill; Hank Azaria, The Simpsons; Jason Bateman, Sit Down Shut Up; Alex Borstein, Family Guy; Nancy Cartwright, The Simpsons; Nick Kroll, The Life & Times of Tim; Kathy Najimy, King of the Hill; M.J. Otto, The Life & Times of Tim; Trey Parker, South Park; Stephen Root, King of the Hill; Matt Stone, South Park Best Reality Series - Competition: The Amazing Race Big Brother The Celebrity Apprentice Project Runway So You Think You Can Dance Survivor HONORABLE MENTION: American Idol, America’s Next Top Model, Hell’s Kitchen, Legally Blonde The Musical: The Search for Elle Woods, Make Me a Supermodel, Million Dollar Password, Real World/Road Rules Challenge: The Duel 2, RuPaul’s Drag Race, Top Chef, Wipeout Best Reality Series - Non-Competition: Flipping Out The Hills Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List Kitchen Nightmares The Real Housewives of New York City The Real World HONORABLE MENTION: The City, College Life, 30 Days, Wife Swap Breakthrough Male Performance: Kyle Bornheimer, Worst Week Steve Dildarian, The Life & Times of Tim Alex Loynaz, Pedro Bobby Moynihan, Saturday Night Live Aaron Shaw, In Treatment HONORABLE MENTION: Keir Gilchrist, United States of Tara; Luke Grimes, Brothers and Sisters; Philip Johnson, America; Lucian Msamati, The No. 1 Ladies’ Breakthrough Female Performance: Shanna Collins, Swingtown Aubrey Plaza, Parks and Recreation Jill Scott, The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency Michaela Watkins, Saturday Night Live Rutina Wesley, True Blood HONORABLE MENTION: Eliza Coupe, Scrubs; Abby Elliott, Saturday Night Live; Dichen Lachman, Dollhouse; Jessica Lowndes, 90210; Ashley Madekwe, Secret Diary of a Call Girl; Ashley Newbrough, Privileged Best Documentary Program: The Alzheimer's Project -Shari Cookson, Bill Couturie, Nick Doob, Eamon Harrington & John Watkin In the Heights: Chasing Broadway Dreams - Paul Bozymowski Jerome Robbins: Something to Dance About (American Masters) - Judy Kinberg Resolved - Greg Whiteley Roman Polanski: Wanted and Desired - Marina Zenovich HONORABLE MENTION: The Art of Failure: Chuck Connelly Not for Sale, Drama High: The Making of a High School Musical (20/20), Dreams of Obama (Frontline), Ganja Queen, Hard Times at Douglass High, The Recruiter, Thank You Mr. President: Helen Thomas at the White House

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pairing zach maclaren x female reader

summary you and zach see his family for the first time after you got back together.

this is the second blurb based on this one-shot, inspired by this ask. first blurb linked here!

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As you walk up the pathway to the MacLaren household, the door swings open before you even get to the welcome mat.

“Hey, you,” Connie says with a big smile, eyes fixed on you, arms stretched out for a hug.

Zach grins as you jog up to greet his mother, laughing as she shakes you side to side.

He had called his mom to tell her that you were back together a few weeks ago, and he swears, she was just as happy about the news as she was when she heard he got a scholarship.

You’re visiting his family for Thanksgiving and you were right when you expected that coming to his house would feel like you’re at your second home again. It’s like you never broke up.

Zach makes it to the door, shuffling in behind you as his mom asks you about how you’ve been, how school is, what your family is up to.

He shuts the door behind him, watching you both in conversation. Avery appears, nudging between you and Connie, looking up at you with a grin. His little sister always idolized you.

“Don’t worry about saying hi to me or anything,” Zach says to his mom, a smile on his face. “Just your firstborn, home for the first time in weeks. Not like I’m important.”

“Finally you get it,” Avery quips. Zach rolls his eyes, but he’s unable to stifle his smile. He’s too happy to be able to hide it.

When the five of you sit for dinner, you settle in the seat you always sat in when you used to visit frequently. You feel Zach’s gaze on you and you look over, his grin wide.

“What?” you whisper, just loud enough to be heard by him over the conversation his parents are having.

He’s not sure how he could possibly find the words to express how right he feels right now, how to tell you how full life feels again to have you here, with him, with his family.

“Missed this,” he says simply with a shrug. “Missed you.”

You grin, flashing him the smile he fell in love with, and squeeze his knee under the table.

“Me, too,” you respond.

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You Saved My Life

Pairing: Zach MacLaren x Reader

Warnings: Getting Hit By A Car

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.4K

Summary: After getting hit by a car, Zach only has one thing to say to Y/N.

Masterlist

Y/N has told her boyfriend multiple times to wear a helmet whenever he rides that stupid bicycle. She has heard so many horror stories about accidents, but her pleas are always met with a reminder that he knows how to ride a bike. Watching him slam into the car and flip over onto his back is the scariest moment of her life. She runs to his side and her first-aid training kicks in. She doesn’t find a pulse when she checks for one, so she immediately gets to work on chest compression. She orders the driver of the car to call 911. As the seconds tick by with no pulse, she panics more and more. Finally, he lets out gasps with a jerk forward and she takes him into her arms. “I thought I lost you,” she cries, kissing his cheeks. The sound of the ambulance approaches and before she knows it, a paramedic is pulling her away so that they can assess Zach. 

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Connie and Matt were very grateful that Y/N was there with Zach during his accident. They, of course, invited her over for dinner not only because she is his girlfriend, but as a thank you as well. Y/N and Zach wait for dinner to be made on the couch. Instead of helping with the food like she normally would, she is making sure Zach is okay. Their relationship is new-ish. It is about three months old. He leans against the back of the couch, staring up at her with big eyes. She returns his gaze with a confused look. Something feels different about the way that she is looking at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she questions him. He shrugs, leaning in for a kiss, “I didn’t thank you for basically saving my life.” She giggles and meets his lips. When they pull away, he still has that goofy look on his face and she grows concerned because of his concussion.

“Are you okay? Why are you looking at me like that?” He scoots closer to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “You saved my life. And it made me realize that I never said I love you,” he whispers so his family can’t hear. She moves her face closer to his, “You don’t have to say it just because I saved your life.”

“It’s not because of that. I was just too scared of saying it before. However, I think I’d much rather get rejected by you than die knowing I never said this. I love Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.”

“Well, I love you too, Zachary Adam MacLaren.”

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