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bluestar22x · 6 months ago

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Finding Eden: Chapter 2

Summary: You and Zach make your trek towards Canada

Pairing: Zach Wellison x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Fowl language, mention of reader needing period products, mentions of violence/blood

Word Count: 5,700(ish)

Author's Note: I'm annoyed with myself that it took so long to get this chapter out but it's done, yay! This chapter is mostly set up for the future. Going to have a lot more action coming up real soon. I'm excited.

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To say you were curious about Zach would've been an understatement. The truth was you were downright intrigued.

First he'd saved you, then he'd proposed that you travel with him to the safe haven he was searching for. A perfect stranger.

You couldn't quite comprehend it. Yes, you'd had plenty of experiences where people had been kind to you for the sake of it before the war, but that had quickly become a bygone after the riots broke out. Ever since then your survival had pegged on your family ties and what you could do to convince others to spare you.

It was different with Zach.

You were certain he had a motive besides just being nice, but you were also sure it wasn't anything sinister. There was nothing about his behavior and tone during your first conversation that suggested he was being anything but honest with you.

You trailed behind him and Athena through the forest, pondering over the why. What it could be. An extra set of eyes? Companionship? Both?

Both were why you'd personally agreed to the journey you'd embarked on. You fully believed in group survival. The strength in numbers. You'd had a fascination with wolves as a kid. You knew lone wolves had it rough and many didn't survive long enough to form another pack. You did not want to be a lone wolf any longer than you needed to be.

Zach had to have been feeling the pressure to find someone else too. Sure, with his military training he was bound to have far more survival skills than you, but it also meant he had to be almost constantly on alert. Athena was probably the only reason he looked fairly well-rested. Able to get some sleep each night because her large, pointed ears heard everything.

You had an urge to ask him a million questions about himself after that thought but you had no idea how tolerant he'd be of unnecessary chit chat, so you settled on observing him instead.

Of course you couldn't see Zach's face from your position behind him, but you could watch his back.

His very broad back. For a man his height and weight Zach had a wide set of shoulders, so wide they threatened to tear the seams of the brown and tan plaid shirt he was wearing if he flexed too much. It was an impressive sight on a man you'd quickly labeled as slim.

Less impressive was his nearly flat ass that barely held up his jeans, but that had a different kind of appeal. It was cute. It reminded you of a boy you'd dated in high school. The one you went to prom with who had been nothing but a gentleman with you despite his age. No prom night sex with that one. No, that had come months later, and you'd initiated it. You'd probably have married him if only the long distances between your colleges hadn't torn you apart.

Zach's brown eyes reminded you of him too. Though you obviously couldn't see them at the moment, you recalled them in your mind, dark, shiny, and expressive, more so than the rest of his face. What really stuck in your mind though was that his were still gentle looking despite the state of the world, the horrors he'd certainly seen and had probably done. They were in part why you'd trusted him enough to team up with him.

The similarities ended there though. While Zach still had some boyish features, his jawline was nothing but man. The same for his strong, sloped nose. You imagined he must have had an awkward faze in his youth due to their prominence, but at his maturity (late thirties, you'd surmised) they suited him perfectly.

Your cheeks heated up at your wayward thoughts about him, as if you'd spoken them out loud. You knew you hadn't, but it still felt inappropriate enough that you were sheepish about it. You'd just met him, after all. Not having had a boyfriend since a year before the apocalypse started was not an excuse to think about him like a piece of meat, analyzing every part of his body that peaked an interest in you (except for one in particular that you respectfully avoided with all your willpower).

Zach glanced back at you occasionally, on and off, for about an hour before your eyes locked by accident and you nearly stumbled over a rotten tree stump.

He's just checking in on you to make sure you're not lagging behind, nothing more, you reminded yourself. Cool your jets. Don't make a fool out of yourself over nothing.

Anyone who had a privy to your thoughts without having seen you first could have mistaken you for a teenage girl with a crush.

You weren't normally like this. Especially not after the country fell apart. But Zach was the first decent guy you'd run into the last few years who wasn't related to you, and he was definitely your type. At least physically, anyways. You weren't going to pretend you actually knew him enough for it to be anything else but basic attraction.

"You alright?" he inquired, hiking up an eyebrow as he did so.

"Yeah," you squeaked, flustering at your unusually high voice, even more so when you realized he was referring to your trip. "Don't mind me."

He nodded and continued on like you weren't behaving like someone half your age, but you decided then that silence wasn't the best idea for you anymore. It was better to risk annoying him to distract yourself and to actually get to know him than to continue to regress.

"Sooo...where are you from?" you began, walking faster to catch up with him.

"We're doing small talk?" he asked with some disbelief as you matched his pace and kept shoulder to shoulder with him, nothing but Athena between you.

"Sorry, are you busy?" you retorted with a huff, expression serious.

His eyes darted towards you, obviously surprised by your comeback, and he chuckled. "Got me there. Small talk it is. I was in Los Angeles. You?"

"Born and raised in Culver, Oregon," you stated plainly. "It's a small farming community. I went away to college in Seattle for a few years, but I returned afterwards. Found an accounting job with a local restaurant."

"That's funny," Zach mused, pursing his lips.

You frowned. "Why?"

"I worked as a building manager before everything went to shit, but for a brief time I worked for a friend's brother at his restaurant," he explained. "Nothing major, just washing dishes and helping the cooks out a bit, but it got me out of a bind, and I was considering going to college to be a chef before -."

"Everything went to shit," you quoted him flatly.

He sighed and glanced around at the trees surrounding you, looking for a distraction. "Yeah." You could hear the heavy regret that saturated that one word.

For the one millionth time since the bombs fell you thought about how unfair the world was. You'd do anything to be back looking through the books at Angel's Great Delights and you wished Zach had been able to pursue cooking like he'd planned to. It wasn't right you both had to pay for the mistakes of others.

"My cousin called it the preventable apocalypse," you informed him, tilting your head to the right, away from him. "I argued that most apocalypses in fiction were preventable. People just refused to pull their heads out of their asses. It was the most realistic part of those kinds of stories."

Zach laughed again. "Couldn’t have put it better myself.”

"So where were you when it all began?" you pressed on.

You could see it in his eyes, the way he withdrew into the memory. "I was at work, saw the news on the lobby's flatscreen TV. Washington D.C. was gone. It was surreal. And then after the riots began, it wasn't. LA was in the thick of it. I fled the city and lived in a trailer after it became too much. You?"

"I was alone in bed," you recalled, furrowing your eyebrows. "I was recovering from a severe flu. My boss had sent me home. Said he'd rather see me the next day or so when I wasn't half dead and ready to puke on the paperwork."

"Solid boss," Zach remarked.

"The fact that he could be considered solid just because he let me have a sick day when I was hardly in any shape to work, further proves how awful society was before."

"As opposed to now?"

It was your turn to chuckle. "What society?"

He hummed in agreement. "Why don't we talk about anything but the events that led to the current status of the world?"

"Okay, but the ones I have in mind are going to sound super trivial," you warned.

The edges of his mouth twitched up. "Perfect."

So that was how you both spent the rest of the day, talking about your favorite movies, music, animals (his was dogs, big surprise) and anything else that came to your minds intermittently (there was plenty of stretches of peaceful silence in between).

It was nostalgic, and for a time you could both just pretend you were hiking with each other on a day off from work. Like you'd run into each other in less dire circumstances.

Though only time could ever truly allow you to get to know someone, learning the basics was a start, and with every piece of personal information he entrusted you with you felt more and more comfortable in his presence.

It was pleasant, you thought. Zach wasn't super chatty, but he also wasn't aloof either. At least he wasn't with the things that didn't hit any sore spots, but that went for you too. Who would want to talk to a stranger about the painful memories they buried deep inside themselves? Even those who sought therapy didn't blurt out their deepest darkest secrets to their therapists until they had built a trusting relationship with them.

Your old trusty digital wristwatch read six eleven at night (probably inaccurately considering you hadn't touched it since you had to abandon your hometown) when Zach decided to stop for the day and set up a makeshift fire pit with some rocks, dried leaves, and old broken branches. You were so impressed with how neatly he'd stacked the wood and how easily he'd lit a match he had on him and got the fire going that you forgot to try to pretend to be useful. You did look for more branches and some logs to feed the fire for when it slowed down later on while Zach started pitching his forest green and tan tent.

"You should get yours up too," he told you when you came back from your third round of fire fuel hunting. He was busy zipping the entrance up. "Judging from the clouds, it might rain tonight."

You tipped your head back to stare up at the dark, angry clouds covering most of the sky above you and sighed. You hadn't wanted to ask Zach for any favors so soon, but if it was going to rain you had no choice.

"I don't have one," you admitted to him. "My cousin had a tent in his pack. I've been sleeping in whatever shelter I could find ever since his death."

"Well, you can share with me if you want," Zach offered without any hesitance. "It'll be a tight squeeze, but it's supposed to be a two person tent."

You didn't know much about tents, your parents had never camped out with you, but your cousin's had been a three person and it definitely had not felt like it had actually been made for three. You were sure a two person tent for two people wouldn't be any better.

Why did that make your heart jump a little?

"Sure, yeah, thanks," you said in return. "It's better than sleeping without anything over my head but the trees."

They were sparsely leafed due to the season and weren't particularly well bunched together where Zach had decided to set up. You knew if it downpoured you'd get drenched and that wasn't appealing with how cold the nights were starting to get.

You walked over to him and helped him finish setting up the tent, shoving and kicking the spikes that would keep the securing ropes taunt into the firm ground. You at least knew how to do this.

Once you both were finished you sat down cross legged by the fire, pulling out cans of old vegetables you both had in your backpacks. Yours was sliced carrots, his was green beans.

"I wonder how long we can eat these before we're recklessly risking our lives?" You peered at the label curiously, like it would tell you anything beyond the expiration date that you were already well past.

"Guess we'll find out," Zach stated dryly as he tipped his can's contents into his mouth, green bean juice spilling from the corner of his mouth.

You did the same with your can since you didn't have any utensils either. You missed utensils. But even if you found some again, they'd be a waste of space in your backpack. Essentials only.

You grimaced as you chewed and swallowed what you could fit into your mouth. Eating cold canned vegetables was getting real old.

"We really need to find a cooking pan," you decided.

"I have one," Zach said, feeding Athena the contents of the bottom of his can before tossing it into the fire after.

You blinked at him incredulously. "Then why didn't we use it?"

He shrugged and leaned back against the black cottonwood tree behind him. "I was hungry. Forgot to mention you could use it. Sorry."

You sighed and slouched forward like a wilting flower. "It's alright. Next time."

"At the risk of sounding like an old man, I think I'm going to turn in," Zach decided a few seconds later as he peered over at the distant mountains the sun had disappeared behind during your meager meal. "I'd like to head out at first light."

"I might as well too then," you figured. "I don't want to lose any sleep I can get. It's rough enough waking without coffee."

He groaned a little. "Ah, I miss coffee."

"Same."

You both straightened your legs out then pushed yourselves into a stand and went through your bedtime rituals, yours a lot shorter lately, now that you didn't have any luxuries like face washes and lotion. You simply brushed your teeth with only water from your drinking bottle and removed your belt. Zach also did the former, but not the latter, slipping into the tent as is. He didn't even take off his boots until he was inside, to your dismay.

You took your sleeping bag off your pack and unrolled it before also crawling in barefooted, doing what you could to flatten it out beside his.

You brushed shoulders with him when you crawled into it. "Yep. This is definitely tight. Are you sure this is okay?"

You weren't sure what compelled you to give him a way out of your new sleeping situation. You really didn't want to sleep out in the rain.

He nodded, eyelids already at half-mast. "I promise it's fine. Sharing a tent with you is much better than some of the guys I had to share tight spaces with in the military. You smell a whole lot better, for one."

Your stomach fluttered. You knew he was just stating facts, but Zach thought you smelled good. Or at least better. You'd gladly take the compliment.

You were still absorbing it when Zach whistled and Athena came charging into the tent. "Hope you don't mind sharing with her too."

"Of course not," you said, giggling when the dog nosed her way between you and wedged herself into the small gap between your sleeping bags.

He grinned at your laughter and how you fondly scratched at the base of Athena's ear after she settled down. "Make yourself at home as always, girl."

"Typical dog," you added, shaking your head before rolling onto your side to face them both and closing your eyes. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Zach returned, slinging his left arm over his stomach, getting comfortable too.

It wasn't long before you both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you heard and felt Zach moving around beside you before you were even conscious of the nippy air seeping into the tent.

You wrinkled your nose, trying to get back feeling in the numbed tip of it as you blinked up at the inside of the tent top.

It was barely dawn, but it was light enough to see everything around you, which meant that it was time to go.

You crawled out of the tent as Zach began to pack up his belongings and you searched for a private spot to pee. You only had to wander a few yards away to find a big enough spruce tree to squat behind.

When you returned Zach was sitting by a newly lit fire, Athena lying by his feet, her head resting on her front paws, ears twitching with the sound of him opening another can of vegetables, this time peas, with the multi-tool that he kept in one of his back pockets.

You quietly sat down a few feet from them and opened your second can of carrots, using the tab already provided on the top.

"I'm not eating cold again," you said, glancing at Zach's backpack, which was right behind him. "Can I use that pan now?"

"Sure." Zach reached for and rummaged through his pack, pulling the pan out from the bottom it. "Do you want to throw our food together; peas and carrots?"

"Sounds good," you replied. "Just don't expect to get a bigger portion out of it."

He raised a hand palm up in a pledging gesture at you. "I solemnly swear it'll be split right down the middle."

Satisfied with his promise you dumped the contents of your can in the pan and he did the same with his before placing the pan over the fire. After several minutes he removed it to check how cooked the food was, sampling a few peas.

He smiled. "Perfect."

He quickly split the pile of vegetables in the pan in two and dumped your share onto the plastic plate you always carried around.

It was the best meal you'd had since your cousin had gotten himself killed and left you with only the supplies you'd been carrying on your back.

After you and Zach had scarfed down your portions and both shared a palm full with Athena, you packed up and resumed your trek north.

It was still cloudy out, but the clouds were a light enough gray that you did not think it would rain again anytime soon, thankfully.

Unfortunately it meant you'd need to use landmarks instead of the sun's position to guide you, or so you thought until Zach pulled a compass out of his coat pocket.

"Of course you know how to read a compass."

He twisted his body to look at you as he continued to walk. "You don't? What have you been using to find your way on days like this?"

"The mountains, mostly," you answered.

He huffed. "Good way to get lost."

"Well, it's not like it mattered before," you told him. "I didn't have a destination in mind then."

"Want me to show you how it works?" he offered.

You shrugged. "You can try."

"It's easy," Zach promised, invading your personal space so he could show you the face of the compass. "See the white end of the needle?" He pointed it out. "That always points south. And the red end always points north. If you make sure the needle stays steady, adjusting the path you take when you need to, you won't wander aimlessly."

"And this is always accurate?" you questioned doubtingly.

He hesitated. "Usually. Sometimes they can be thrown out of wack, but I check this one regularly and it hasn't failed me yet. In any case, it's better than going off scenery alone."

You nodded. You weren't much of an outdoorsy person before, but you had heard plenty of stories of hikers getting lost because they only used their sight to guide them. It was easy to get turned around in a forest. Your rational side knew that a compass was a lot more reliable, and fixable if something ever screwed it up. You hoped Zach knew how to calibrate one.

Zach pocketed the compass and continued forward, Athena ever glued to his side, rarely wandering more than a few feet away from him to sniff at something or do her business.

Occasionally you observed him scratching her head or stroking her back in passing and it made you smile.

You liked people who liked dogs. You'd been raised around them, and while they weren't perfect at letting you know who you could trust (sometimes they did trust the wrong people), you firmly believed dogs were at least a pretty good first indicator. The fact that Athena was so relaxed around Zach, and that he made an effort to give her affection, reassured you that you'd chosen your partner well.

"There's a highway ahead," Zach announced as afternoon neared, surpassing the twenty-four hour mark since you'd teamed up with him. "We should follow it a bit. Check to see if the closest town is safe to scavenge. I'm running low on supplies."

"Me too," you admitted. "But I'm not going to go into town if it's going to be a fight."

"I won't force you to put yourself in danger," he vowed. "If there's still people there and I believe I can slip past them but you're nervous, you can stay hidden. I'll share whatever I find."

You blinked at him in surprise. "Really?"

"Of course," he replied.

"You're not going to label me a burden?"

He pursed his lips. "I've been labeled that before. I would never do it to someone else. We all have different strengths and weaknesses, a team works with them."

That made you curious. You couldn't figure out why someone would call Zach a burden when he'd been anything but since you'd met. You supposed it was different times before, but still. He seemed so goal motivated and had so many skills, what would drive someone to suggest otherwise?

You approached the road slowly and Zach tentatively stepped out of the cover of the trees to study the sign alongside it. "There is a town nearby," he informed you as he ducked back into the trees to stand beside you. "It's a mile out from here. It's out of our way, but it might be worth it."

You sighed. "Well, that's not too bad. With it being so close we've got to at least see it for ourselves."

He nodded in agreement and started to walk parallel with the road, keeping just out of view of anyone who might be dumb enough (or had enough ammo) to be strolling down the highway without a care in the world.

To your relief, when you finally passed the town line nothing changed. There were no working cars in the road, no voices, no signs of life. You could feel the emptiness of it, even though the road was littered with abandoned vehicles and other items, none that would be useful to you, unfortunately.

You and Zach left the safety of the forest and carefully made your way into town, his hands cradling his shotgun, ready if he needed to shoot to protect you both if the situation changed.

"We should head to the supermarket," he suggested.

"That's always the first place picked clean," you argued before gesturing towards the town library that stood next to the town hall, both buildings once painted white, faded yellow and chipped since. "The library would be the best place to try. The one in my hometown had food and a bathroom, drinks too. It's worth a shot."

He scoffed. "Nobody raids libraries."

"Precisely," you said, smirking. You were pretty confident you'd find at least a few useful items.

He chewed his lip, silently debating, weighing the risks and potential benefits. "Fine, we'll check out both. Then we head back out. Don't want to overstay our welcome."

"Fine with me."

A part of you was tempted to make an attempt to convince him that checking out every business and house possible would be worth it, but you understood why he was clearly set on only a couple places. A town like this was valuable. Anyone traveling nearby would likely want to pass through just as they were, and running into a large group would be disastrous.

One man with one gun could only do so much. Same went for a dog with no protective gear and a woman with a limited set of survival skills.

Zach lead you over to the local supermarket first, using a crowbar that a previous raider had left behind to pry the sliding doors open enough so you both could squeeze through.

Once inside you both scanned the shelves up and down for anything useful.

As you'd predicted, the store was pretty barren. There were some non-survival items scattered about - a variety of novels, toy animal figurines, and different brands of pet stain remover - but none of those items would be beneficial to your survival.

You passed the pet food aisle and even those shelves were wiped out. You knew it wasn't because so many people were worried about what their pets ate. No, they were definitely eating the food themselves. Just thinking about people doing it made you gag. You understood the concept of desperate times, desperate measures, but oh did you pray to high heaven you'd never be forced to eat any kind of dog food.

The next aisle was themed health and beauty and you wandered down it with Zach in hopes of finding a toothbrush to keep as back up for your current one, but had no such luck.

You were about to enter another row when you noticed Zach had lingered behind and looked over your shoulder to see him on his knees, stretched fully out, reaching for something in the very back of one of the bottom shelves.

When he pulled back and sat on the heels of his hiking boots he had a five pack of men's disposable razors in his right hand.

"Yeesss!" he exclaimed triumphantly, expression gleeful, before he studied the package. You grinned, infected by his enthusiasm.

It was the first time you'd gotten a glimpse of the boy he once must have been.

"I take you don't like letting your beard grow out."

Zach rocked himself back onto his feet and shook his head at you. "It's not my preferred look. Honestly, it grows in kind of patchy. But the real issue is it gets itchy after more than a week of growth. Drives me crazy some days, and anti-itch cream is hard to come by nowadays."

You hummed in understanding, cutting off when you noticed a small bottle on a nearby middle shelf.

You had to reach all the way back for it, like Zach had with the razors, but you managed, and for your grunts of effort and overstretched muscles you were rewarded a bottle of Tylenol.

"Now, this made the trip worth it," you declared.

Zach chuckled. "See? Not completely wasted."

You sighed dramatically, for show. "Yeah, yeah, you were right. Now, can we hurry up so we can hit the riches at the library?"

"Sure."

Six more aisles later you left the store with only the razors and the pills, but at least you and Zach had both gotten something out of it.

You exited cautiously, Zach leading with Athena as per usual, but for once they could not ease the anxiety you felt being in a place that used to be populated with people again.

All you could think about was the sharp crack of a bullet, the last split second you saw your cousin and his wife alive before they'd slumped to the ground so suddenly lifeless that you'd frozen like a deer in headlights while their bodies leaked blood into the cracks of the worn asphalt. Helpless to do anything but stare in horror as their killer dragged their bodies into a pile on the side of the road like they were just another dead animal to clear out, until you finally felt your legs again and bolted.

Civilization was no longer a place that comforted you.

Zach broke into the little library by shattering the glass of the front door with a sharp, heavy stone and turning the lock blindly. As soon as it clicked open he stepped aside so you could enter first.

You choked on the dust and had to cover your mouth with your jacket sleeve, but you pushed forward, determined.

Luckily the building had a lot of frosted windows so you were able to maneuver around easily without the lights.

You started at the main desk, searching every drawer. All you found were a few pens, which Zach pocketed.

Next you tried the janitor's closet. "Oh, well, now this will certainly be a luxury."

You pulled two rolls of individually wrapped toilet tissue off one of the shelves and threw one to Zach, purposely trying to catch him off guard. Impressively, he still caught it. He laughed. "Okay, so we're already even scored. Think you can find more stuff?"

"For sure."

You headed into a corner that had once acted as a little self serve café, littered with rotten food and a reeking coffee machine. You found four unopened water bottles still in the cooler by the back of the space and nearly jumped with joy.

"Never doubt me again," you said as you handed Zach two of them.

He made the motion of crossing his heart at you and you smiled.

"One last place to check."

As Zach shoved his bottles into his pack you slipped into the unisex bathroom adjacent to the coffee corner alone and glanced around. There wasn't much in the room besides the sink and toilet, not even a window, so it was hard to see, but you found one more roll of toilet tissue and a half used bag of pantie liners you could use for when your period rolled around. You hid them both in your pack and rejoined Zach.

"Any luck?" he inquired.

"Just another roll of toilet tissue," you lied, not feeling comfortable talking to him about period products even in passing. It wasn't just because you grew up around men who didn't want to hear a thing about it, who preferred to live in ignorance over the female cycle. It was also because Zach was still just an acquaintance, and that just wasn't something you typically talked about loosely in front of people you hardly knew, no matter their gender.

"I'll share if you admit the library was the more productive stop," you added with a smirk.

"I can't deny it," he said.

"I actually want to look at the books for a second if that's okay?"

Zach nodded. "Hurry up though."

You raced over to the how-to section, scanning them almost desperately for a book you had in mind. You found it on a top shelf, a book on North American plants for survivalists.

You were plucking it from the shelf when Athena barked suddenly and you flinched.

"What's up, girl?" Zach asked her, warily turning in a circle in hopes of seeing what set her off.

She was staring at the back window, suggesting she'd alerted to a shadow or sound from that direction.

Athena wasn't a barker. You'd only known her for a day but it was long enough to know if she was barking there was a reason. That knowledge made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

"Follow me," Zach whispered.

You nodded quickly and slowly made your way to the front with him, creeping out of the door as soon as he gave the hand signal to do so.

You didn't breath properly until you were a good quarter of a mile back into the forest, back on track north.

You kept up with Zach. "Do you think she heard people?"

"Her warning bark is the same for people and animals so I have no idea," he said. "It doesn't matter. In either case, we got away safe. And if it was a false alarm, somehow, well, it's not like we weren't already leaving."

"True."

You turned the book you'd carried out in your arms over and skimmed the information on the faded back cover. The book had been published in 1985, but that was alright. Plant survival books didn't tend to get outdated too often.

"What's the book about?" Zach asked you when he noticed you studying it.

You told him and he looked pleased. "Great idea bringing it. I know about a few edible plants, but probably not as many as there actually are."

"All I know is berries are usually okay, and never eat the mushrooms," you said. "Even experts used to poison themselves eating wild mushrooms sometimes. Mushrooms look too alike and the risk is too great to be worth it."

"Noted."

You took a moment to stop and slide the book into your pack before running to catch back up with Zach again. "Are you nervous about the crossing?"

"We're still probably a few days out from that," he told you, "But yeah, I've been nervous from the start. Day one. I've heard as many rumors about the Canadian border patrol as you have. Micah said they have a zero tolerance for Americans crossing over. They will try to shoot us if they see us."

He halted to face you. "Are you still okay with this plan?"

"No," you said firmly. "Of course I'm not, I never was, but if I don't go with you to Alaska, I have no future."

He nodded, understanding what you meant. Entering Canada would be dangerous, but not necessarily more dangerous than staying behind, and if you wanted any sort of peaceful living you had to risk it.

Alaska here I come.

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Frankie gets a surprise letter overseas early into 18-month mission from you.

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Ezra - a harvester of Aurelac and a very good one at that - is considered to be a very expressive and honest man. With his honey dripped words and southern dialect, he is also extremely handsome with an air of confidence around him, but he begins to act funny after a near death experience and you wonder what is wrong with him, but then, you see why he is acting funny…

My Little Sunflower - Kissing Prompt 🥵 🥰

Ezra has been stuck on this purple moon for six months with Y/N, pining for her day after day and dreamed of kissing her. What happens when he finds out she has done something terribly bad that almost costs their lives? So bad in fact that they have to abandon their tent at night and run away, but what will Ezra do when he finds out why she did it? Read on and find out…

True Loves Revelation - Mando, Ezra, Frankie & Max 🥵

You and your partner Mando, find yourselves stuck inside of the Razor Crest after a rupture in the timeline, causing three other people to emerge on the ship - three people that look exactly like Mando.

A Man of My Word - Supplied Prompts Request 🥰

"I love your body, baby. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy." // "You're so beautiful...so,so beautiful..."

The Kings Cross - 🥵

Mi Amor - 🥵

The life you live under your fathers ruling, a King, is coming to an end. His desire to wed you to the wealthiest man available was the catalyst in your plan to escape. However, your time is running out and your plan starts to crumble, until your personal knight saves the day. Pero Tovar comes to your rescue.

Gi Dumpling Soup - 🥵

Din D’jarin, the big bad and scary Mandalorian finds himself standing before a bathroom mirror of a bar in the city of Tatooine, hyping himself up to make the first move on the most beautiful, enamouring and kind-hearted lady he has ever came across. After many stuttering nervous conversations with Y/N, he simply cannot go on any longer with just thinking about her. He wants - he needs to hold and kiss her lips, expressing how he really feels.

My Riduur, My Aliit - 🥰

Soft Fluffy Bathtub Scenario. Maybe a tinge of Angst: To give a simple breakdown, you fall asleep in a hot, relaxing bubbly bath and Mando rushes into the room. worried and peeved off because you could have drowned. Nudity in this fic, Light groping and lots of Kisses.

Long for me - part one 🥵 🥰 // Long for me - part two 🥵 🥰

After a little squabble between you and your employer of eight months - The Mandalorian - the tensions remain high between you both, yet when you break first and apologise, the beskar covered tin man surprised you with how much he shares with you. Then, you realise that you might actually be in love with the man… So what happens next?

Ner Cyar'ika Baar'ur - Secret Santa Event 2022

Working for the Mandalorian as his personal medic, it has become apart of the daily routine to battle against people who threaten his safety, or yours. You're apart of the chaos that comes with the bounty hunting life, but how does one particular quarry change everything between you and Din D'jarin?

The Receptionist - 🥵

Y/N is the receptionist at a sales company and had been working there for a total of two years, however the last six months she has had to endure the sexual teasing from her new boss, Max Phillips. It’s no secret that he is a seducer with every woman in the office, but he has a keen eye on Y/N specifically.

My Girl - 🥰

Dialog Prompt: “Do you dream about me?” // “Every night” // “That’s…surprisingly sweet. And what do you dream of exactly?” // “Different ways to kill you.” // “There it is.”

Overstimulated - Request with Supplied Prompts 🥰🥵

Prompt: "I'm Bored. Wanna play?"

The Christmas Display - 🥰

Reader attends a light display at the park outside her apartment and looks for her friend Zach. Handsome and homeless living out in the cold, her plans to accompany him and get him some food turn into something else.

New Beginnings - Request with Supplied Prompts 🥰🥵

Prompt: Sweat dripping down your faces, newly moved in furniture scattered around the half empty, small house & "You're so beautiful...so,so beautiful..."

First Look

Same Mud, Same Blood

You have been picked up by some government agent and taken to a remote location. This place has been roped off by police and no one else has been permitted to enter. It was just a storm. What could've happened to warrant this kind of reaction?

Self Love - co-written with @scorpio-marionette

Working alongside the one and only Special Agent Marcus Pike is both a pleasure and misery; pleasure because he is a beautiful man with a sweet personality that you’ve grown to love unconditionally, misery because you can never admit that you have a crush on him and can only yearn for him in secret, however one question from the man himself sets off the first tumbling domino in your life and everything changes - for the better.

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absurdthirst · 1 year ago

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Kinktober 2023: October 13th

Day 13: Wrist/Arm Restraints, Triple Penetration, Pet Play

Zach Wellison x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Restraints, safe words, mentions of BDSM, teasing

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It’s not like you’ve never used restraints before. You have. With partners that, looking back, maybe you shouldn’t have allowed them to restrain you. Before you had gotten smart with the ideas of more than just vanilla sex spiced up with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs to tie you to the bed.

Now, you watch Zach start to pre-knot the rope. His eyebrows pulled together in concentration while he wraps it around itself in some configuration that you don’t know if you can figure out with a step-by-step diagram.

It’s some knot he learned how to tie in the Marines. One that was supposed to be perfect for tying you up so you couldn’t get free, but if needed, Zach could have you out in just a moment. You had heard something about a sea knot, men’s department of the Navy or some such thing, but you hadn’t been paying attention.

Reminding yourself that you want this, you can’t decide if it’s hotter that he’s so focused on making sure the knot is perfect, or if it’s just that he’s always this hot.

He’s your super. For the building you had moved into nearly a year ago. From the first day you had met him, getting your keys, you had thought the man had been attractive. Even more so when he had gotten rid of a snake that had decided to climb up the face of the building and into your window one day. You had made sure to never take out your screens again, third floor or not.

Now you’re about to move in with him, your relationship growing and maturing. His apartment is slightly bigger than yours and it’s part of his pay to maintain the building. Something that he does with absolute pride. There was no sloppy maintenance or delayed fixing of anything in the building he was responsible for. Just like his job, he takes you very seriously. Hence, his concentration on the knot.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You want to double check, to make sure that you are pressuring him into something he doesn’t want. Even if he has jokingly tossed it out before. “Mess with me and I’ll tie you to the bed.” You don’t know if he had just been teasing you, or if he was relaying desires through humor that he could easily play off if you weren’t interested.

His head whips up and he frowns for a moment before his expression clears, turning to one of surprise. “Of course I do.” He insists. “I wouldn’t- if I wasn’t comfortable, I would let you know.”

For Zach, even that is monumental because of where he had only been a few short years before. Homeless and kind of hopeless, he had gotten a hand after slapping it away out of stubborn pride. Now, he was making sure he was talking to his therapist, and you, when he felt that pride start to get in his own way. It was something you were very proud of.

Holding up the rope, he smirks. “In any case, it’s ready.”

****

You like the rope he had chosen. It’s soft against your skin, even as the loop of it around your wrist tightens. Every time you struggle it tightens a bit more. Pulling against the headboard as he strips down in front of you.

It’s a crime, being unable to touch him and you start to regret ever suggesting this as your hands itch to run over his shoulders and down his stomach.

Zach is beautiful and he knows you think that, his grin wide and wicked as he winks at you. “Look at you, all tied up.” He whistles, unbuttoning his pants before kneeling on the bed. “I would say you’re my present all wrapped up, but you’ve only got a bow on. He jokes, sliding his hand up your calf.

“Zach….” you huff, biting your lip at the look in his eyes. When he looks like that, you know that he’s planning on making you think that the only name you remember tonight is his.

“What’s your safeword, baby?” He asks, hands sliding between your thighs and pushing them apart like he was parting the sea. “Want you to tell me.”

You aren’t getting extremely kinky tonight, the restraints are the only big thing that you can think of, but it’s just a part of Zach’s nature. He’s going to make sure you remember the plan before he dives in. Making you feel even better about the decision to cement your life with him and build a future together.

“Cherries.” You confirm, tugging your arms slightly and whimpering at the slight tug. You can’t get out, completely at his mercy and enjoying it. He can and will do whatever he wants as he keeps you restrained to the bed. The safeword there as your safety net, your security blanket although you know you won’t use it.

“Good girl.” You barely repress your moan and from the smirk on your boyfriend’s face, he knows what those words do to you.

Cocky smugness looks good on him. His boyish charm shining through and mixing with the dirtiness you have been delighted to discover. While he’s not Christian Grey, ready to dominate you and whip you, he’s got his own appeal that is even better than a fictional character in a shitty BDSM book series.

“Asshole.” You huff playfully, running your foot along his jean clad thigh, and blowing out a breath of anticipation. “Hurry up and touch me, baby.” You whine, pouting at him and grinning when he immediately moves his hands up your thighs, squeezing and moving his fingers higher.

“You want me to touch you?” He asks teasingly, his warm eyes turning rich and promising. Making your fingers itch to touch him and you hiss in annoyance when you can’t, making him giggle slightly at the first swipe of his fingers through your folds.

Your moan is the first of many to come tonight. Already cursing and praising the restraints that will keep you right where you want to be. Tied up to Zach’s bed.

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lannister-slings-and-arrows · 4 years ago

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How do the Boys react to getting a smack/grope/squeeze on their own ass?

Din- stops moving entirely. Goes completely still before turning slowly to look at you. You can TELL his eyebrow is raised as he just stares at you, tin can a blank silver slate in front of you. Makes an unimpressed “mmmph�� noise eventually (and I mean eventually, it seems like he stares at you for years and you regret every decision you have ever made that has brought you to this point) and turns back to what he was doing.

Javier- rolls his eyes like he hasn’t done the same thing to you HUNDREDS of times. Pretends like he thinks it’s The Most Immature Thing he can think of and that he hates it so much but he doesn’t and you both know you aren’t fooled. He definitely wears Those Jeans more often than not because he knows you are powerless to control your hands when his ass (and other parts of his body) are poured into those things.

Whiskey- Do it. Do it now. Do it hard and do it OFTEN. Fucking LOVES it. He knows what those jeans do for him and he cultivates that look deliberately- hey, this cowboy works hard on His Look, he likes to know that it’s appreciated. (Though beware, you do it to him that means your ass is automatically free game no ifs ands or buts.)

Marcus- looks back at you as he continues to walk away and raises an eyebrow at you with one of his megawatt smiles. Hey this is a playful boy sometimes too, he doesn’t mind a bit of fun. ( he wishes you would stop doing it in front of his work people bc he works with a bunch of cops, they don’t need any excuse to start slapping each other’s butts, and this is basically an engraved invitation to start in on his, buuuuut lol.)

Max- is a sleazy, former frat boy so he 100% takes this as an invitation to do the same to you. At work. In front of literally everyone. Frequently. With accompanying cat calls. And invitations to his office that inevitably lead to activities not appropriate for a workplace environment. So you know. If you’re cool with all of that, please, indulge in the temptation. Because he likes it, he really does.

Ezra- winks at you. Puts his hand on his hip, cocks said hip in that way that is so incredibly distracting, and drawls “well, well, well. It’s like that is it starshine?” At the point you should be standing up and running away. Because faster than you think a middle aged, one armed prospecter should be able to move, Ezra has a dirty shirt in his hand and is across the pod, snapping you in the ass with it. And will continue to do so until you very loudly concede defeat.

Maxwell- Don’t.

Tovar- swats you back in a place of his choosing about twice as hard as you did it. Does not appreciate it and you started this so you better be prepared for him to Finish It.

Liam- doesn’t give any indication that he noticed at all. Well he has been busy with work, maybe he’s tired. And then two days later you aren’t in the door five seconds after work before you’re over his shoulder and he’s walking to the bedroom, your ass getting more than it’s fair share of smacks on the way.

Zach- laughs and then forgets about it. Doesn’t mind but isn’t an ass smacker himself and doesn’t really get off on you grabbing his either. Purely indifferent.

Dave- REALLY DON’T.

Frankie- blushes. Like really blushes. Your grandfather used to grow tomatoes and the color of Frankie’s cheeks are about that shade. Stammers, nearly drops the plate he was drying, and then laughs awkwardly. He’s quiet the rest of the night so you apologize after you’ve gotten into bed thinking that maybe you’ve stepped over a line with him. He’s silent for a while before he says quietly that, you know, if you wanted, he wouldn’t mind if you did it again.

Oberyn- are you actually factually joking right now, he totally slapped yours first. With a wink and some kind of comment that would be inappropriate to say in front of a septon. This man loves walking by you and grabbing and or slapping your ass, Ellaria’s ass, Damon Sand’s ass, ANYONE’S ass. So he very much appreciates that you do the same to him. And loves it. Adores it. You can be sure that you’ll have quite The Time later that night. (Also pro tip, grab his ass while you’re having sex, you will very much enjoy the results.)

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theteddylupinexperience · 4 years ago

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Alright guys, I’m trying to get to 500 followers!! So I’m gonna open requests for Pedro Pascal characters with the hopes I can get some reblogs and new followers/friends!

I will write for:

Din Djarin

Marcus Pike

Marcus Moreno

Frankie Morales

Dio Morrissey

Agent Whiskey

Maxwell Lord

Zach Wellison

Feel free to request other characters and I’ll see what I can do! I like to be interactive with my requesters so we can make something happen!

I will write:

Fluff

Smut (for the most part, it’ll depend on the specific request)

Angst

I’m also gonna reblog a couple prompt lists, so they’ll be under the “megs follower party” tag!

Happy requesting!!

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javierpinme · 3 years ago

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A Holiday Inn

Pairing: Zach Wellison x f!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Rating: Explicit (Anyone under 18 years old, go away)

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up but fiction), so much fluff it’s sickening, cursing, praise kink, lingerie, did I mention sickeningly sweet fluff?

Summary: Set following the events of Inn Over Your Head with a sweet and spicy Christmas update.

A/N: This was originally part of my outline when writing IOYH but it didn’t fit with the timeline so I kept it in hopes that I’ll write it. I think it can technically be read as a standalone.

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The peals of laughter and murmuring conversations die down as the stairs creak from guests retreating to their room. Some of them are parents reassuring their kids that Santa will still be able to find them during the night.

You can’t help but ruminate on how much has changed within the last year, how cared for you feel with the man you can now admit you love more than anything, laughter filling the once empty halls.

Your thoughts are interrupted when forearms hardened by physical labor circle around your waist and pull you closer to his chest, a deep inhale, exhale vibrating against your back before you turn around in his arms—his warmth to run your hands up until you get to your destination. Your nails scratch his scalp and it does exactly what you intended, his eyes fluttering from your impromptu massage, putty in your hands.

Your eyes flicker to the pajamas that match yours, your idea when you were shopping together, telling him how sexy he would look in the white henley and checkered bottoms. He pretended to grumble about it, but the smile he tried to hide didn’t escape your attention.

A tradition you had always wanted to do with a significant other and was always shot down, but-

Not Zach. Never Zach.

Curling your fingers deeper to grip more on the curls, you nudge your nose against his and press a soft kiss to his lips inviting him to deepen it. He tastes like hot chocolate with a hint of the peppermint schnapps you poured into his mug earlier and the cookies you had been adamant about him not eating. Your scold backed by the kids of the guests that there would be consequences, imaginative as they were.

You grasp the opportunity for indulgence—in each other with pressing of lips and tongues gliding against another. The distant change of ‘It’s Beginning to Look a Lot like Christmas’ along with a faint humming from the turntable you purchased at an estate sale to the scent of ginger, allspice, and cinnamon permeating the room.

His eager lips chase yours when you pull away, indulging him a little longer until you ultimately separate so he can see. The warm glow from the tree lights accentuate the swell of your breasts as delicate red lace begins to peek through with button after button being undone under Zach’s gaze.

A range of emotions pass through his face and an amused huff comes out of you when he finally settles on one—desire. He pulls you behind the lit tree to cover you from any potential prying eyes when his brain catches up with where you’re at.

“What are you-what if-sweetheart-”

His voice was spluttering, but his body relied on muscle memory caging you in against the wall, his attention never breaking in the movement from your chest. “You’re trouble.”

“Calling me trouble when you haven’t even unwrapped your present yet. Risky business.”

Pride fills your chest at the responding groan from him, biting your lip to hide your amusement when he adjusts his pants to hide the obvious erection.

“I can’t decide whether to be annoyed or wanna take you right against this wall.”

Your pussy clenches around nothing at the growl of his voice dropping an octave and the idea of being taken against the wall. You trace your fingers on the outline of his cock, your exploring causing him to twitch from under your hands when he pulls your wrist away and throws on his snow boots haphazardly.

"Think you can make it in just this?" He gives you a once over, nodding when he reaches an unknown conclusion.

"This? What do-” Your stomach flips over on itself when he wraps his arm around your middle and lifts you over his shoulder, carrying you out the door to your small but cozy home within the property, your own snow boots abandoned at the front entrance of the inn.

It’s a short distance between properties but it doesn’t stop the cold from seeping into your bones, freezing through even your thickest pair of socks.

The second building was renovated after agreeing you needed the additional rooms for guests. You had resigned yourself into thinking the tub he gifted you would stay in the inn, but-

“Absolutely not. You’re getting that tub.”

Determined as he was the very next day a couple friends and him hauled that tub back downstairs and installed it into your now permanent home.

He pretended it was for your benefit but you knew better than that—knew he craved the feeling of your water-slicked skin pressed against his chest and the kiss of soothing lavender perfuming the bathroom just as much as you did, if not more.

It was second nature knowing when he was carrying the weight of his past from the tension of his brows, the downward turn of his lips, thoughts swirling around that didn't belong there.

It's on those days that you don't feel the need to fill the silence. Instead, choosing to strip him bare and coax him to sit between your thighs. Taking extra care to wash away any physical and emotional ailments that are plaguing him with your soft hands and whispering praises while kissing any bit of skin within reach from your position.

Until he was on the cusp of being lulled to sleep from the comfort you always brought him.

Until he felt safe.

A rush of heated air is a welcome feeling after being in the bitter cold when Zach opens the front door and slams it so the cold air doesn’t come in, the bells on the wreath jingling from the commotion. He kicks off his snow boots when he plops you back onto even ground. The scent of pine fills your nose from the real tree you had gotten together a couple weeks ago.

A tradition in his family until he went into the marines—before anything spiraled into what it was. You had surprised him with a trip to a tree farm intent to merge both of your traditions along with the added bonus of then chopping down your selected tree.

Admittedly, that was more for you.

A shiver travels up your spine when he bends down to grab the back of your thighs, lifting you into his arms. He tightens his hold when you squirm and whine about easing up on his back after carrying you a distance already.

"Are you trying to call me old?"

"Well, I mean if we're talking about this I have noticed-"

Whatever thought had come to mind had disappeared, a delighted squeal and soft moan following its place comes out when his teeth dig into where your shoulder meets your neck, soothing the pinch with his tongue.

You feel more than see the grin widening against your skin, wrapping your arms around his neck and he resumes his path to your shared bedroom.

"Old, huh?” He cooed and you felt his hot breath against your ear, releasing a soft gasp when he pinches your earlobe between his teeth.

“I'll show you an old man."

The dangerous tone of his voice would have intimidated anyone that didn't know the man behind it. The voice you're convinced could coax orgasms without even laying a finger to the hands that bring you immeasurable amounts of pleasure.

Depositing you on the cotton sheets, Zach circles your lower back and pushes you further up the bed until your head rests on the pillow. He pours all the passion and hunger into his kisses—his devotion to you, nibbling your bottom lip between his teeth until the blood rushes to your swollen lips.

“Let’s see what we’ve got under here.”

Calloused hands smooth under the hem of your shirt to pull off the article of clothing, pausing in his pursuit temporarily when he catches the lace underneath in all its glory. A curse under his breath and his eyes meet yours, the pupils almost disappearing beneath the swirling lust.

He places open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking on the spot that throbs under his attention and wraps his mouth around your clothed nipple, swirling his tongue until the lace is soaked from his saliva. He pinches the nipple hidden by fabric and places a wet kiss on your sternum before paying the same devotion to your other one.

His lips meet yours again in a bruising kiss and speaks huskily against your lips. “Fuck. You look so pretty for me like this. Always so sexy.”

Your fingers curl around the short hairs on the back of his neck, swallowing his moan when you pull. “Y-You haven’t even seen the rest of it.”

Zach hovers above you and grabs your leg to pull off your fuzzy sock covered with penguins, but instead of your bare feet he’s greeted with black sheer nylon—raising his eyebrow in your direction when he switches to your other leg to do the same.

A mischievous smile spreads on your cheeks when his hands go to the waistband of your bottoms, pausing when he sees the matching lace suspender belt and panties. “Told you.”

“Oh, fuck. For me?” Even after all this time as if it could be for anyone else.

Never anyone else. Just him.

You realize you said that last part out loud when he responds with a curse and a groan that borders on almost painful if it weren’t for what you were doing.

He curls his hands around the elastic band of your bottoms and you beg for him to reveal what you’ve done for him. “Please. Please. Let me show you how much.”

You don’t need to finish your sentence for him to know what you mean.

He presses soft kisses along every expanse of skin made available to him as he finally reveals you, so beautiful spilling out of his lips as he worships you. His work hardened hands smooth up your calves, squeezing gently when he reaches the apex of your thighs.

Tears forming in the corner of your eyes blur your vision from his affections, whispers of I love you spilling out of his mouth as he pulls your jaw open with his thumb and index finger to pour more love into you, his tongue gliding seamlessly with yours.

Hooking your leg around him, your nails dig into his shoulder blades to flip him over in a straddle. The look of awe he gives keeping you warm from the leftover chill when he shifts back leaning against the headboard and runs his hands up your thighs, his fingers smoothing under the nylon and playing with the garter that connects it.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes, Wellison.”

He huffs in amusement and sheds himself of his white henley, lifting his hips up so you can remove his pants and boxers, his socks joining when he kicks the materials off. You wrap your hand around his cock and pump in slow strokes, your thumb circling the head until a pearl of pre-come dribbles out.

Silently thanking that the piece came with crotchless panties, you notch his cock at your entrance and slowly sink down—sliding in easily to the hilt from your arousal—his moan matches yours when your pussy flutters around him from your clit sliding against his abdomen.

One of his hands circle around your hip while the other slides up your spine, digging crescent moon shapes you'll wear with pride tomorrow. He squeezes your hip and bounces you up and down his cock, the movement hits your clit just right, a loud moan spilling out when your thrusts meet his.

“You’re gonna have to be quiet, sweetheart. I know how hard that is for you.”

You clench around his cock when you notice his shit-eating grin and a loud moan croaks out from below, cheekily smiling at how thoroughly undone he looks under you.

“Fuck. Don’t. You always—god you feel so fucking goo-”

You clench around him again and the room turns upside down when he pulls out and rolls you underneath him, a laugh bubbling out of you in the rapid turn of direction.

“Like I said.” He inches his cock back to the hilt and your mouth forms a silent O from the stretch, your brows pinching from the pleasure. “Trouble.”

“Please—oh god—you feel so perfect inside me.”

Your throat chokes on a moan when he thrusts, the sounds echoing in your bedroom wet and obscene. A soft gasp spills out when his cock hits that spot within your walls, the corner of his mouth lifting when he focuses in on it, groaning when more of your arousal soaks him.

He grabs the back of your knee to pull it up higher, the new angle allowing him to thrust even deeper—he kisses your lips and with his free hand intertwines your fingers with his, pressing your joined hands to the sheets.

He presses wet kisses on your throat and sucks on your pulse point. “Look so pretty like this. Always taking care of me. Want to make you feel good. ”

Your hips buck to meet his thrusts, keening under his praise and he releases your hand to thumb your clit in slow circles.

“You always—shit—always make me feel good.”

A tightness builds higher and higher in your abdomen until you fall over the edge—clenching around him and his hips stutter in the rush to release.

“Shit. You always get so fucking t-tight when you come.”

You cup his cheeks and press your forehead against his, beads of sweat forming on his hairline and you press a soft kiss to his lips—wanting to watch the way his eyebrows pull together, the way his mouth gapes open in awe before burying his face into your neck spilling inside you with a throaty moan.

He takes his time to soothe every bruise blooming on your skin, stroking your cheeks with the back of his hand and praising how you always make him feel good too.

He presses his full weight onto you, his cock softening inside but you don’t mind it, your legs tangle with his and the tips of your fingers trace the line of his spine. “I love you. After everything, I didn’t think I would ever have this.”

“I love you too, Zach. You have me.”

You kiss anywhere you can under his comforting weight and a satisfied smile forms on your face. "You never unwrapped your present."

"That's what the next round is for." He seals his lips against yours, deepening it until he breaks away.

"Give me 15 minutes. I'll unwrap you."

“What’s my present?”

You pout when he shakes his head, rejecting your inquiry and you remind him that it is technically Christmas morning. He shakes his head again and pulls you close until you feel the warmth of his chest pressing against your back, kissing the back of your head.

“Sleep. We have an early day.”

What you couldn’t have known was that the little velveted box sitting in his coat pocket was your present.

How he enlisted the help of Kit and a few of your mutual friends to watch the inn for a couple hours.

How during the early morning before the sun rises, amongst the evergreen trees and dusts of white dotting your eyelashes he was going to give you something.

A promise.

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pumpkin-stars · 3 years ago

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Apartment 1B

Zach Wellison/GN!Reader

Kinktober Day 15: Masturbation

Word Count: 600

Warnings/Content: slightly guilty!Zach, Hot neighbour!Reader, Zach has a crush, sexual fantasy.

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Life on the street had really killed his libido. More than he’d realised at the time. But… Now he’s got a place to live - even if it’s on the condition of being a live-in janitor for all the apartments in the old building - he’s also got a place to relax. To… let his guard down and let his mind wander.

And sure, he’ll feel guilty about where it wanders almost as soon as he makes a mess of his hand, but there’s not been anyone to think about in this situation for a long while, except his neighbour… client…? down the hall. Apartment 1B.

You’re kind to him. Unlike the old lady with the dog in 2C who yells if he takes more than two minutes to fix her leaky sink, if he lets Robert the Jack Russell hump his leg while he’s bent over the bathtub and can’t stop the little creature from doing it, or - god forbid - if he’s busy helping someone else with something more urgent than changing a lightbulb in the middle of the afternoon.

Fuck, stop thinking about Doris…

You’re kind to him. You smile at him, offer him a cup of tea when he pops round to try and fix your creaky floorboard or reseal the gap between your window and the wall. When he was fixing the bannister and you were popping to the convenience store down the street, you’d asked if he needed anything.

Plus you’re… you’re hot. Even if janitor/resident was some cliche porn trope, he can’t deny that his heart speeds up a little at the thought of you. Just… nobody look at his search history.

He doesn’t mean to do this, but when he’s in his bed, lying back, relaxing… not having to worry about clutching tight to all his possessions and grasp that metal pipe just in case he needs to defend himself… not having to worry about the last time he ate something, or if he’s gonna be told to sleep someplace else… if he’ll leave the park one morning and come back to find his favourite bench replaced by some monstrosity that means he can’t even sit comfortably let alone lie down…

It’s just easy to think about other things now.

It’s easy to let himself think about your smile, your bad jokes that still make him laugh, the one time your fingers brushed his as you handed him a glass of water… the way you somehow look good in everything. The way he’s sure you’d look good in nothing. It’s easy for his hand to slip down, to push his soft pyjama pants past his knees, to wrap his fingers around his cock and lie back and think of you.

He imagines your hand in place of his, of that brilliant smile hovering above him, your naked form between his legs as you treat him to this lazy, relaxed, hazy build up of pleasure, your voice tinted with amusement and arousal as you whisper to him.

Cum for me, Zach.

His hips stutter, bucking into his fist as he cums - for you - and, just as he expected… the guilt seeps in. You’ll never know, of course, he’ll never admit that he thinks of you like this… and he’s gotten pretty good at hiding it around you (he hopes).

He reaches for the box of tissues on the nightstand, cursing himself for the fantasy and for making such a mess. Little does he know, down the hall in apartment 1B, your mind’s full of a similar fantasy, and your hand’s as sticky as his.

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#zach wellison fic #zach wellison x you #zach wellison x reader #Zach wellison/you #zach wellison/reader #Zach wellison brothers and sisters #stuffiwrote #kinktober #GN!reader #tppkinktober2021

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queridopascal · 3 years ago

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Hey, Annie! happy early birthday 🥳

how about "Diamond Eyes" with Zach Wellison? if you're not comfortable writing him, the same for Dave York?

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Hi Bruna!

Thank you so much for the birthday wishes babe, hope you like it 💜

Diamond Eyes (Dave York x F!Reader)

Warning: explicit content, SMUT, 18+, fingering, use of “baby girl”, implied infidelity, implied age gap, implied face fucking and that’s it I think?

When he had first seen you, Dave was struck by the air of innocence surrounding you, by your sweetness, by the gentle tone of your voice, and by your eyes, beautiful and big like diamonds.

He had seen plenty of eyes in his life, but no others could dazzle him the way yours did; he couldn’t take his eyes off of them.

Dave had immediately found himself falling for you, the classic girl next door who always greeted him with a cute smile and a “How was your day Mr. York?”.

He would have given up everything to earn those eyes of yours, to have you just like he wanted, kneeled before him and at his mercy, those diamond eyes staring up at him and a mischievous grin on your lips.

It’s Saturday evening when he finally decides to take action; Carol is out with her girl friends for a “Ladies’ night”, and Molly and Alice are asleep in their bedroom after having spent the whole day at the amusement park with their aunt.

Relying on the classic excuse of having ran out of sugar, Dave knocks at your door.

“You need anything else, Mr. York?” you ask as you hand him the glass container you have just refilled with sugar for him.

“Actually…” he rasps, voice low and thick with desire.

His hands rest on either side of your body, and he cages you between his arms; the granite countertop of the kitchen island digs painfully into your lower back as he presses against you, his warmth encasing you and making your whole body tingle.

You stand still when one of his hands hikes up the skirt of your silk nightgown, his fingers tapping along the smooth skin of your thigh, and you breathe out shakily as your eyes close.

Many times you had imagined Dave touching you like this, and just as many times you had touched yourself and cried out his name at the peak of your ecstasy.

You remember the way he had watched you that time you played tag with his daughters, or that time you had caught him spying on you while you were changing your shirt after Molly had inadvertently spilled half a glass of chocolate milk all over you when you had helped her with her math homework.

A shiver runs through your spine when he presses a wet kiss to your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he hikes up your left leg and grabs handfuls of your ass.

You’re obscenely wet, you can feel the fabric of your panties sticking to your core.

“You’re wet, aren’t you, baby girl?” he mutters along your neck, nipping at it and soothing the ache with the wet warmth of his tongue.

He all but grins at the lack of answer from your side, and wastes no time in moving the soaked crotch of your panties to the side and sliding two of his fingers up and down your slit before dipping them inside.

You’re completely intoxicated by his scent, by the way he is touching you, and by the impropriety of it all; you’re intoxicated by him — and you like it.

“You like being touched like this, mh? Tell me, pretty girl. Use your sweet voice to tell me how you feel.”

“Yes, Dave… I — fuck…” you moan as his fingers curl upwards and graze the spongy spot within you, eyes fluttering close and head thrown back in pleasure.

“Watch me baby,” he commands, “let me see those pretty diamond eyes, I want you to look at me when I make you cum.”

You do as he says, mouth ajar and half closed eyes staring right into his, and you turn into a whimpering mess when he quickens the pace of his fingers.

Your hands fist up the crisp fabric of his shirt, and you bite into your lower lip until the copper tang of your own blood settles on your tongue.

“Da—ave!” you moan when the coil in your belly tightens, and you come undone on his fingers as your whole body jerks with aftershocks.

His lips crash against yours as he works you through your orgasm, and he slides his tongue into your mouth with insistence, a result of months of built up want; his hunger for you now takes over him, blinding him like a primal instinct he fails to tame.

Brown, lust-filled eyes gaze into yours, and you hop down the countertop to get on your knees.

He groans when you unbuckle his belt and free him from the constriction of his trousers, your hands pulling them down along with his boxer briefs as his cock bounces free right in front of your lips.

“Fuck my mouth, Dave.” you pant, your voice almost delirious.

He growls at your words, and you look up at him through your eyelashes, diamond eyes burning through his brown ones and mouth open and ready for him, just like he had imagined.

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mswarriorbabe80 · 3 years ago

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Enjoy Kitty's EXTENSIVE selection! ❤

Masterlist

So, thanks to my partners in crime @hopelessromanticspoonie and @just-the-hiddles , it’s come to light that I do not have a Masterlist.

Festive writing challenge 2020 Masterlist here

All the Things I Deserve - Zach Wellison (minor Pedro character) - one shot. Mature.

The Man I Chose - smutty cut scene from All the Things I Deserve.

Daisy Chain - a little drabble about Zach meeting an old army buddy.

Good Day - a request for Zach to go “a bit dom.”

Press Pause - one shot. You can’t sleep and Zach finds you stargazing.

You Found Me - multichapter; romance between OFC Martha Song and Zach, set in LA.

Everything - a request for soft first time smut with Zach.

Make Your Move - a super soft, ten-ply Marcus/Zach/Reader threesome.

Chocolate - Veracruz x reader smut. No plot.

Forbidden Fruit - Veracruz x fem! reader sex pollen.

Dangerous - Pedro Across the Street x Fem!reader. NSFW.

Keep reading

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misspearly1 · 3 years ago

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Miss Pearly’s Rec List -

So, I don’t quite know how long I’ve been on Tumblr now, however, when I first joined it was to read fics. Never did I imagine at some point down the line I would write myself, that being said, it is the amazing blogs that I have came across, groups I have joined and friends I’ve made a long the way that have inspired me to write.

The first fic I ever read, was called ‘dirt’ by Astern. It was outside of tumblr. A series made for Joel Miller about the events right after Sarah’s death. An amazing read that pushed me to find more, thus my reason for joining Tumblr :)

New adds: Good Girl (Din D’jarin) - @writerwoed 🥵 🥰

Arthur Morgan Fanfictions

This was the first post I ever interacted with 🥺 - @sad-sweet-cowboah - claimed

@shootybangbang - in which things are asked, and things are promised.

@shittybundaskenyer - we tear each other’s flesh, fall on the bed of leaves

@novaiya - accused of love

@bimrsadler - Bed. Now (prompt)

Joel Miller Fanfics -

@joelmillersgirlfriend - Dirty Texting

@joelsgeetar - Sunsets and Watery eyes

@unprofessional-bard - losing my religion

@emmikmil - a hard adjustment

@mandoalorian - look after you

@andvys - They won’t love love you like I do

@yespolkadotkitty - more time

@aerynwrites - slow dancing

@songsformonkeys - in hot water

@navalcriminalimagines - better than me

@twjournals - the one who got away

@slutsofren - surrender the night

@naughtyneganjdm - parenthood

@when-i-was-your-angel - holding you together

@lunarastrobabe - Sleepless night

@winchestershiresauce - Like a Brat

@writerwoed - Dancing With Joel Miller

@joelsrifle - Love Shack

@joelsbeard - The Morning After (Teaser to Guide me Series)

Pedro Pascal Characters

@mudhorn-djarin19 - a helping hand (Din Djarin)

@mandosmistress - anything red (Max Phillips)

@javierpinme - inn over your head (Zach Wellison)

@cowboy-turtle - Efforts & Excuses (Javier Pena)

@littlemisspascal - the infinity cube(Multiple Pedro Characters)

@absurdthirst - Fiercely gentle (Pero Tovar)

@foli-vora - strike me down (Pero Tovar)

@djarinsbeskar - Stitches Drabble (Din Djarin)

@no-droids - be brave (Din Djarin)

@littlepadika - purpose (Din Djarin)

@queenofthefaceless - Cyare (Din Djarin)

@anaaaispunk - The before of the storm (Dave York)

@rina-cyarika-writing - the encounter (Dave York)

@corrupt-fvcker - bite your tongue (Max Phillips)

@ghostwiththemostbitch - they say I’m a monster(Max Phillips)

@autumnleaves1991-blog - it started at the copy machine (Max Phillips)

@ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa - of constellations and creeds (Din Djarin)

@littlemisspascal - Paper Airplanes (Frankie Morales)

@supernaturalgirl20 - Glutton for Punishment (Javier Pena)

@something-tofightfor - 500 word kissing prompt (Din D’jarin)

@flightlessangelwings - The Favourite (Javier Pena & Comandante Veracruz)

This is nearing 40 blogs I’ve recommended and it seriously does not even scratch the surface for the fics I have read. I will add more to this in the future. Thankyou all, I also thank the many other blogs that I am yet to find again 🥰.

#fic rec #would reccomend #10/10 reccomend #Pearly Rec List #Amazing Blogs here #Read their work #enjoyreaders #joel miller #arthur morgan #dave york #din djarin #max phillips #pero tovar #Javier Pena

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absurdthirst · 2 years ago

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Coming Home {Zach Wellison x F!Reader}

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Mentions of homelessness, pride, anxiety

Comments: Coming back home after your business trip leads to discovering Zach feels more at home and has some surprising news for you.

**I know it's been ten thousand years since I have updated this series! I'm so sorry. Between writer's block and other things irl and fandom it was pushed aside but Zach and Reader still live in my thoughts.

A/N: Chapter 10 of A Room With a View Series

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It’s only been three days but you don’t know what to expect when you come home. Not that you have any worries about your apartment, more that you are hoping that you don’t find Zach a worried ball of anxiety. Halfway expecting him to be sitting on the couch if not outside the door as he waits for you.

Zach has…issues with feeling as if the apartment you share is his home as well. It worries you sometimes, the way that he clings to the notion that he has to pay his way. How determined or sensitive he is about money.

There have been times that you have thought about offering to help him find a therapist. You know he has hang ups and issues, not just from being homeless for so long but also his time in the military. Wanting him to work out his feelings and maybe focus them in a positive way. The same way you realized you needed to start seeing a therapist after your relationship with Scott. You haven’t brought it up yet, maybe after you've been home for a while.

Your bag is heavier, plenty of conference swag and you had admittedly picked up some stuff that when you saw it, you had immediately thought of Zach. Especially the tool kit that had been monogrammed with your company’s logo on it. They would put their name on anything and everything. Extra t-shirts and a very lovely appointment book. Hopefully he would use those things for the handyman venture you hope he starts.

Your keys are in your hand, the relief of just seeing your apartment door almost palpable. Relieved that you don’t see Zach sitting on the floor outside, you smell a delicious waft of food coming from one of the units that makes your mouth water. The airport food is never an option unless you are desperate and you hadn’t been that hungry when you were waiting on your connecting flight. Now, smelling that - you’re famished.

The second you get your key in the door, the knob twists and flings open. “Hey! You’re home!” Zach’s grin is wide and instantly yours matches.

You are instantly swept up in a hug that takes you by surprise, both at the ferocity of the hug and the excitement that had been in his voice when he had greeted you. It makes your stomach twist in the best way and your own arms easily hug him tight. “I’m home.” You agree, realizing that the smells that made you drool are coming from your apartment. “Oh god, you’re cooking.” You moan slightly.

Zach pulls away, smiling at you sheepishly, cheeks noticeably ruddier than they were when he opened the door. “I was hoping you would be home soon.” He admits, reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck before he seemingly remembers himself and practically jumps forward to take the bag that had been abandoned in your greeting. “So I was making lasagna. Homemade, not the boxed stuff.”

Suitably impressed, you tilt your head and give him a grateful smile. “I am starving and my mouth started watering when I got off the elevator.” You promise him, seeing the table already set and you smile at the sight of wine glasses set out with a bottle of your favorite. Odd, you swear you had drunk the last bottle with him before you had left.

Zach hums happily and there’s a bounce to his stance while he drags your bag down the hall towards your bedroom. “Good, I’ve spent all day on it.” He reports over his shoulder as you trail along uselessly behind him. Desperate to get out of the ‘professional’ attire and into something along the same speed as what Zach is wearing, jeans and a t-shirt. Although you want to wear leggings.

“It smells like it.” Of course the house is clean, you expected nothing else from him. Almost obsessive in making sure everything is in its place, you wonder if it’s a tic from the years of homelessness or the military. Perhaps a mixture of both. “I can’t wait to try it.”

“I know you’re gonna be mad…”

Your stomach sinks and the icy dread of incoming bad news floods through your body. When Scott would always try to play something off he would say those words. Normally followed up by ‘you’re being dramatic’ or ‘it’s not a big deal’. You tense slightly and try to plaster a smile on your face.

When Zach stops, setting the bag near your closet door, he must see the dread that you haven’t managed to cover up quite yet. “What’s wrong? What did I do?” He asks, shoulders starting to creep up as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“I- no, nothing.” You shake your head and wave off his concern as you toss your bag on the bed and turn back to him. “What am I going to be mad about?”

“Oh, uh-“ Zach looks sheepish and you wonder if something broke while you were gone. No, Zach would be in full panic mode trying to explain if that were the case. “I bought dinner tonight for us using the money that I’ve been paid.” He explains quickly, making the shoulders that are starting to pull up around your own ears slowly lower.

It’s almost on the tip of your tongue to protest, to tell him that he should have saved the money for himself but the gleam in his eyes makes you stop short. Pride. Not the battered chip on his shoulder that he had held onto for so long that would make him slap away any friendly helping hand. This is the pride of accomplishment. The pride that he has provided something for you and himself.

Instead of protesting, your face blooms into a wide smile, knowing how proud he is of the fact that he has bought the ingredients to make this meal from money that he’s earned. It’s a step towards regaining lost and trampled on confidence. “Then I’m glad my flight didn’t get delayed.” You hum, reaching out and touching his shoulder. “Let me get out of these work clothes and maybe we can drink some of that wine I saw out?”

God, you love that slow, wide grin. The happiness that is practically shining on his face as he nods quickly, almost hopping back and whirling around as he reaches for the door knob. “I’ll get it open!” He promises as he closes the door behind him.

You wonder what happened while you were gone, what caused this seismic shift in his attitude. Was it really just the pay from the handyman work that was putting this pep in his step? Or had something else happened to make him glow like a neon light? Those are the things you ponder on while you change out of the stiff clothes meant for a business meeting and exchange them for worn soft leggings and a t-shirt. Keeping your feet bare so you can wiggle your toes, you trot down the hall feeling relaxed and excited for the meal but mostly the company.

The trip had been good for you, allowing you to come to a conclusion you had been avoiding for a while. You are interested in Zach. Not in a roommate kind of way, but because you were surrounded by charming, socially engaging men at the conference - and all you wanted to do was curl up on your couch with Zach. At first, you thought it was because one of them reminded you of Scott, but then the thought quickly fled when you realized you were bored.

They bored you. Egotistical and self-centered, they wanted to talk about themselves. How their 401ks were doing or how the latest trending stock was going to make them a killing come the next opening bell. They didn’t listen, they didn’t ask questions. They ran their mouths for hours without saying anything of substance.

You had almost sent Zach a text over a dozen times, but ended up closing out the messages. Not wanting him to think that you were worried about him being alone at the apartment or checking up on him. He wouldn’t have believed you if you had told him the truth. You would rather talk to him about the weather than you would the men who had come up to you to chat and network.

Zach is hustling around the kitchen as you walk out, making you smile again at how happy he looks. You idly wonder how much he was paid, but you won’t ask, never wanting him to think that you are worried about him suddenly starting to pay for expenses and feel pressured. You’ve come to know and anticipate how he’s going to react and it hadn’t escaped your attention that the hundred dollars was still sitting in the entryway bowl where you had left it. You had honestly anticipated it, but it made you feel better to leave him with an emergency slush fund.

“Let me pour that wine for you.” Zach slaps a dish rag over his shoulder and moves over to the wine where he had obviously uncorked it, letting it breath for a few minutes before he picks up one of the glasses and starts to pour. It’s not an expensive bottle, the brand you drink isn’t pretentious but it is delicious, and it’s going to be even sweeter because you know how much thought he has put into this.

“Thank you.” His own glass comes next, carefully poured a little lighter than yours. It’s something that you notice him doing on things you love. He will let you have more, a touching gesture for someone who is rebuilding what he has. A glimpse at how thoughtful Zach Wellison can be. When the bottle is back on the counter, you lift your glass slightly. “To making it home from that conference.” You joke.

Zach chuckles, a warm and soft thing that makes your entire body seem to respond. To melt like wax in a warmer and you want to hear just that pitch of joy from him every single day. “To me remembering what wine you like.” So you had finished the last bottle. Your lips pull wide as you tap the rim of your glass with his and take a sip of the deliciously tart wine.

It doesn’t take long for the oven time to go off, making him hurriedly put down his glass and go into what you secretly called ‘server’ mode. He had to have worked in a restaurant at least in high school from the way he moves around a kitchen, or maybe it’s just the flair from moving in a space he was coming to believe is his own. Either way, you are shooed towards the table with a disappointed look from him. Like he is disappointed you offer to help, but you take the hint that this is a night where he wants to cater to you.

Crusty garlic bread is warm, obviously not the frozen stuff but you wouldn’t complain if it was. Soon a heaping square of lasagna is dished up in front of you and Zach is also sitting, his eyes roaming over the table excitedly, making sure that he’s forgotten nothing and it’s instinct to reach for his hand. “Everything looks wonderful.” You gush, making his neck flush slightly, although he doesn’t duck his head down. Instead, he squeezes your fingers and beams.

“Dig in.” He lets go of your hand and picks up his fork. “It’s a recipe that I found that seemed like it was going to be good.”

It is. Your moan and rolling of your eyes isn’t just for show. The happy little squiggle in your seat, something that Zach teasingly calls your ‘happy dance’ comes out and you notice that he is watching your reaction. His eyes seemingly softer and his entire aura proud as you dig into the meal.

“So-” when you finally can speak without your mouth being full of decadent pasta, cheese and sauce, you look over at him again. “Have fun while I was gone?”

Zach chews his own bite and swallows, rolling his head around his shoulders for a moment before he answers. “Yes and no.” He admits, frowning slightly. “Scott dropped by. But before you get upset-” he rushes out when your face drops. “He left and I don’t think he’s going to come back. He was drunk.”

You should have known. The heavy knot that had suddenly dropped into your stomach slowly unravels. Obviously it hadn’t been a confrontation, otherwise you know Zach would have called or texted immediately. Still, it makes your eyes flicker towards the door uneasily. “Okaaaaay.”

“I’ve been thinking about it.” Zach continues on. “Want to change the locks on the door. Or rekey them. He was beating on it when I got home, but it never hurts.”

You probably should have done that when Scott left, but you had felt safe with Zach here. Instantly, you nod. “Absolutely. Yes. Tomorrow.”

Zach nods, probably anticipating that being your answer and he looks happy about it. That makes you relax even more, knowing that you will have a new lock, new keys - things that Scott couldn’t have made copies of. “So, you know how you told me that if I needed anything, you would help me?”

That has your attention. Your eyes find his again and you don’t see anything but hope and maybe anticipation. “Of course.” You smile. “Anything.”

“Will you help me design some business cards?” Zach asks, shrugging slightly. “I’ve been thinking about checking out the pricing of some tools from the pawn shops. Adding to what you are letting me use. If you don’t mind.”

You want to roll your eyes at how ridiculous that comment is coming out of his mouth, but you don’t. You refuse to belittle the insecurities that he still holds on to, or pop up. It’s not healthy and you understand trauma response more than you wished you did, so instead of reacting negatively, you bobble your head. “Absolutely! That’s a great idea.”

There must have been some slight anticipation of rejection on his part because his sigh is audible and he slumps back in his seat with a grin. “Yeah? Great! I’m just- Mr. B on the 2nd floor wants to install a garbage disposal, his apparently quit last year and the Clarks just told me that they have a couple of things for me if I have time and I don’t want to have to run to the store every time I’m working on a new project.”

You sit back and listen to him plan, ramble really and the utter sense of joy that seems to be filling him as he plots makes you grin. “Yes. All of it, yes.” You agree when he finally comes up for air and you swear that you are about to cry. “Why don’t we work on the business cards tonight?” You offer, making him shake his head.

“You just came home.” He argues. “You should just sit on the couch tonight. We can worry about it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow then.” Agreeing quickly, you wonder if Zach realizes the changes that have occurred while you’ve been gone. When he first moved in, he would have been insisting on getting the ball rolling right away. Afraid of taking advantage or overstepping somehow. Coming home, you’ve found that Zach has a new frame of mind and somehow that makes him even sexier than before.

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