#zachary dempsey

[mockerycrow]

Hello, friend! Can I ask for a ship from 13 Reasons Why, please?

Personality/Temperament: I used to be really quiet in real life, but recently things have happened in my life that have forced me out of my shell. I'm very talkative when I trust someone enough. I would say I'm really funny, too. I can get very passionate talking about the things I'm interested in. I'm very introverted - I'd rather stay in and watch movies/tv or listen to music than go out. I really get annoyed when people say it's boring, because it's what I enjoy. The only time I'll go out willingly, is if it's a long walk, a concert, or a family holiday/vacation. Is this enough, haha?

I'm a shortass - 5'4. I have naturally red hair, but I always dye it a darker brown shade. I have a nose peircing on one side, and same with my lip - one on one side. As well as both ears. I have forearm tattoos on both, and two smaller tattoos on my upper arms. I am completely covered in freckles - they come out more in the sun. I prefer wearing dark clothes, usually black or grey (grey is my favourite colour).

I also identify as bisexual, and use she/they pronouns. Oh, and my name is Courtney, and I really hate people calling me "Courts".

Thank you so much!! - jensensfanfic

I ship you with…

Zachary Dempsey!

These are temporarily closed. I am answering the ones I had in my inbox from when I opened them last time. Please do not request one right now. Thank you.

(I made this as if you went to Liberty because I wasn’t sure how else to do it, I’m sorry!) I ship you with Zach! I think he would’ve noticed you first when you were extremely quiet.

You were quiet, didn’t really talk to anyone besides your close knitted friend group, but you were quite beautiful in his eyes. Zach usually has a good time talking to others due to his charisma, but he found himself nervous.

He definitely gains confidence when you seem like you’re growing out of your shell; and the moment he decided that he was going to talk to you is when he heard your laugh in the hallway.

Once you two get together, you make him literally lose his mind from laughter. Zach has never laughed harder in his LIFE.

He loves when you get passionate about topics, he thinks it’s cute when you get loud and ramble. I imagine Zach does something similar, so he 100% does not mind when you rant.

He respects that you’re introverted, but he’s also inviting you out all the time. To parties, to public spaces, to dates, literally anywhere where there’s people. Zach does like staying in, though. He just wants you to have some variety!

Zach adores your natural hair color and makes it a point that you KNOW he likes it. But if you even jokingly went “Do you not like my hair now?” He would stutter and stumble over his words, trying to explain he loves your hair either way, all while you’re trying to hold in a laugh.

Oh, and he calls you “Courts” when he is purposely annoying you. <3

[brokehorrorfan]

Fright-Rags has released a Thanksgiving collection featuring three T-shirts designed by Zachary Jackson Brown and Kyle Crawford ($30) and an enamel pin designed by Feni Hagman ($13).

[leanstooneside]

A wink is as good as a nod, to a blind man (FOXACID)

◊ HAYDEN PANETTIERE'S NECK

◊ JESSICA BIEL'S CHEEK (ACUTE APPENDICITIS WITH LOCALIZED PERITONITIS)

◊ DAISY DE LA HOYA'S LOWER LEG (CORROSION OF THIRD DEGREE OF MULTIPLE SITES OF LEFT WRIST AND HAND)

◊ SONJA MORGAN'S NOSTRIL (RETINAL HEMORRHAGE, LEFT EYE)

◊ JAY Z'S FOREARM (ACUTE MASTOIDITIS WITHOUT COMPLICATIONS, UNSPECIFIED EAR)

◊ LUPITA NYONG'O'S EYELASH

◊ AMBER RILEY'S NECK

◊ JOSEPH GORDON-LEVITT'S EYEBROW

◊ HEIDI KLUM'S NOSTRIL

◊ EVANGELINE LILLY'S LEG (MONOCULAR ESOTROPIA WITH OTHER NONCOMITANCIES, RIGHT EYE)

◊ ZOOEY DESCHANEL'S TONGUE

◊ ANNASOPHIA ROBB'S CHIN

◊ LARRY KING'S LOWER LEG (LACERATION OF OTHER MUSCLES, FASCIA AND TENDONS AT SHOULDER AND UPPER ARM LEVEL, LEFT ARM)

◊ CHRISTINA APPLEGATE'S FIST

◊ SCOTT SPEEDMAN'S CALF (CONTUSION OF LEFT BACK WALL OF THORAX)

◊ ADAM LEVINE'S CHIN

◊ ROBERT DOWNEY JR.'S UPPER ARM (UNSPECIFIED CORNEAL DEPOSIT, UNSPECIFIED EYE)

◊ SACHA BARON COHEN'S ELBOW

◊ CAM GIGANDET'S EAR

◊ KELLY OSBOURNE'S ARM

◊ GAVIN ROSSDALE'S UPPER ARM

◊ COURTNEY LOVE'S THIGH

◊ JANELLE MONAE'S CALF

◊ BRUCE WILLIS'S HAIR (ACUTE TONSILLITIS, UNSPECIFIED)

◊ LIEV SCHREIBER'S NOSE

◊ KARINA SMIRNOFF'S MOUTH

◊ RUSSELL CROWE'S ANKLE

◊ PATRICK DEMPSEY'S HEAD

◊ ZOE SALDANA'S FOREARM

◊ REBECCA GAYHEART'S KNEE (BENIGN NEOPLASM OF CONNECTIVE AND OTHER SOFT TISSUE OF LOWER LIMB, INCLUDING HIP)

◊ KIMORA LEE SIMMONS'S FOREHEAD

◊ JULIANNE HOUGH'S SHOULDER (LACERATION OF FLEXOR MUSCLE, FASCIA AND TENDON OF RIGHT INDEX FINGER AT FOREARM LEVEL)

◊ ZACHARY LEVI'S FOREARM

◊ MARCUS SCHENKENBERG'S TOE

◊ DENNIS RODMAN'S FOREHEAD (DISORDER OF CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM, UNSPECIFIED)

◊ JENNA ELFMAN'S TONGUE

◊ REGGIE BUSH'S TOE

◊ WILL SMITH'S WRIST

◊ DAKOTA FANNING'S BACK

◊ JERRY SEINFELD'S FOREARM

[lilxberry]

Dating Zach Dempsey:

HEADCANON

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Gender Neutral Reader

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• Our favourite skyscraper first noticed you at a party

• You were stood in the kitchen near the alcohol nodding along to someone's bullshit story

        • BOI HE COULD NOT KEEP HIS EYES OF OF YOU

• After about 30 minutes of knocking back drinks to gain some liquid courage, he walked up to where you stood next to all the snacks

        • All those snacks and he still preferred to taste you *wink wonk*

• He started with a ridiculous pick up line to start a conversation (which you loved)

        • "Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?"

• You two spent the whole night with each other, getting to know one another

• He walked you home 'cause he didn't want you to walk home alone

        • Plus, he thought the long walk and fresh air might sober them both up

• He didn't want you to get cold though so cue cute, cheesy ass Zach who gives you his jacket

• As Monday rolled around, you swore you had never been so excited to get to school

• You were ready and already starting setting off within 13 minutes, Zach's jacket, that he apparently left behind 'on accident', in hand

• Once he noticed you come towards him holding his jacket from Saturday, he had a MAHOOSIVE smile on his face

        • Biggest. Smile. Ever.

• He used this as the perfect opportunity to ask for your number and out on a date

         • Of course you said yes, dumbass

• And that was that

• After a couple months of dating, it was obvious to anyone that you both were in complete and utter love with each other

• But that just meant the assholes tried harder to get you on your own

• Jealousy is practically non existent within your relationship

        • It doesn’t cancel out the insecurities popping up from time to time though

• You'll both need reassurance on occasion

• Slam dunk here loves to give you forehead kisses

        • "Forehead kisses are top tier kisses, babe. Now shush and let me love on you, Y/N/N."

• Personal grabber for out-of-reach items

       • *laughs like a tall asshole would* "Would you rather a hand or a step ladder?"

• His family may like you and think you're a good influence on him

• But his sister FUCKING LOVES YOU BRO

        • "When's Y/N coming back?"

        • "They just left, May!"

• Honestly, fucking power couple

• People who are sane who prefer to keep living KNOW not to fuck with their relationship

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And here’s yet another headcanon peeps.

Pretty sure it’s my longest headcanon (I think everyone can tell who my favourite is lmao).

I sincerely hope you enjoy this, like if ya did ‘cause yanno, it helps me out.

As always, constructive criticism and requests are always welcomed :D

[georgiapebblespowell]

Proud af. They did such a good job. Each individual on the cast derserves at least an oscar with the way that they have portrayed their characters with such intense raw emotions. They made you fall in love with them cry with them feel every emotional trauma that the characters are going through.

Well done to all the cast crew and producers for creating such an amazing show that talks about topics such as rape and suicide in such a raw and real intense way.

Thankyou so much. I have defintely learned a lot from this show. That even when you're messed up and broken there is always someone or somethin to hang onto.

There is always something you can do to help. That no matter how many reasons why there are more reasons why not. That you never really truly know what goes on in someone else's life. Thankyou again i love you all soooooooooooooooo much!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜❤❤💓💓💓💓💓

[kimberlyfletcher]

Anyone else feel like Zach deserved someone to actually give a shit about him in season 4? I mean all of em went thru their own downwards spiral but they had someone to help em out of it, meanwhile zachy's over here like ~pull me closer tiny dancer~

[viinchester]

Requests

(My Masterlist)

You can request (Character) x Reader here! The characters and categories I'll do are on the list below! To request, please send an ask in with the character you want and a vague description of what you want the oneshot to be about.

Example: "Hey, could I get a Justin Foley x Reader where she's new like Hannah was and Justin instantly gets a crush on her and she doesn't like him at first but at the end she gives him a chance and they are dating? Tysm! <3"

Characters

Dexter (TV):

Dexter Morgan

Brian Moser / Rudy Cooper

13 Reasons Why:

Justin Foley

Alex Standall

Zachary Dempsey

Scott Reed

Montgomery de la Cruz

Bryce Walker

The Society:

Campbell Eliot

Grizz Visser

Harry Bingham

Luke Holbrook

Clark Beecher

Jason Alvarado

Detroit: Become Human:

Gavin Reed

Captain Allen

Connor

Markus

Until Dawn:

Joshua Washington

Michael Munroe

Jessica Riley

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Lucifer

Gabriel

Michael

Castiel

Crowley

Jack

Marvel (Movie/Show Versions):

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Brock Rumlow

Loki

Venom/Eddie (Venom 2018/Venom: Let There Be Carnage)

Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Deadpool 2016)

Francis Freeman/Ajax (Deadpool 2016)

Sam Wilson

John Walker

Helmut Zemo

Divergent/Insurgent/Allegiant:

Eric Coulter

Four (Tobias Eaton)

Peter Hayes

The Host:

Kyle O'Shea

Ian O'Shea

Jared Howe

Maze Runner:

Gally

Thomas

Newt

Harry Potter / Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them:

Grindelwald

Percival Graves

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Snowpiercer:

Curtis Everett

Edgar

Franco the Younger

Knives Out:

Ransom Drysdale

Gifted:

Frank Adler

The Red Sea Diving Resort:

Ari Levinson

The Devil All The Time:

Lee Bodecker

Arvin Russell

Preston Teagardin

Roy Laferty

Suicide Squad (2016) & The Suicide Squad (2021):

Colonel Rick Flag

Captain Boomerang (George Harkness)

Peacemaker (Christopher Smith)

Blackguard (Richard Hertz)

Real People

Twenty One Pilots:

Joshua Dun

Tyler Joseph (Blurryface too)

Actors/Actresses:

Chris Evans

Henry Cavill

Sebastian Stan

Jared Padalecki

Mark Pellegrino

Categories

Angst

a little Fluff

Smut

Almost anything really

What I'm willing to write:

Rape/Non-Con

Swearing

Violence

Murder

Abuse

Blood/Gore

Polyamorous Relationships

What I don't do:

Pregnancy

Out-of-character(If something seems ooc for me I will say so while answering the request)

Lots of Fluff (idk I just don't like it too much. You can request the Fluff you want and if it's too much for me, I will say so while answering the request)

Also:

If I really like your idea/request, I may make it into a series or longer and into another idea, but I will tell you beforehand.

I'm not obligated to fulfill your request if I'm not comfortable with it, even if it's not stated here.

I don't shame anyone for anything. You can freely request without being judged, I will just tell you if I don't feel comfortable doing your idea but not judge you for it!

I may do other characters that are not on this list, but that's very rare. Please send in an ask if I do the character you want that's not on this list before sending in your idea. The same is for other fandoms.

And last but not least:

I will do LGBTQ+, however you need to state what you want in the request! For example: If you want the reader to be a gay male, you simply need to write '(Character) x Male!Reader'! If you want a transgender male-to-female reader, write something like '(Character) x mtf!Reader'! If you don't write what you want, I will put female pronouns, as it's easier for me since I'm a female myself.

That was all! Have a nice day and request away!

[purestxblood]

baby, don't cut • zach dempsey

— WITH HIS BACK PRESSED AGAINST THE WHITE MARBLE TUB, Zachary Dempsey rocked back and forth, holding his fragile world between his clammy hands. His body rocked as he held Lyssa Atkins' in his embrace, her back pressed tightly to his chest, his heart thumping through its' cage and into her spine, almost as if he were keeping them both afloat.

His hand gripped the inner working of her left elbow, fingers holding the gauze to her skin to create a clot to stop the blood from seeping through. It had been weeks - a month even - since the young brunette harmed her skin, giving Zach hope that maybe, just maybe, she was showing signs of getting better and walking in a brighter direction.

Oh, how wrong Zachary Dempsey had been.

Their cries synchronized in echoes throughout Lyssa's ensuite bathroom, her crying into his chest, him crying into her hair. She had felt stupid for giving in to the demons swimming in the midst of her mind, and she hated herself even more for putting her boyfriend in this exact position.

It wasn't in Lyssa Atkin's plan for her boyfriend to once again come rescue her damsel in distressed self.

He felt just as helpless as she. All he wanted was to make her day a bit brighter, help her find life within the world around her, mainly herself. 'Baby-steps' Zach would say to Lyssa, mainly for himself. Any step of improvement was a step in the right direction.

Just as Lyssa, Zach was drowning. He held tightly to her wrist to be her bandaid and help keep her mind at bay, but Lyssa liked to pick her wounds - unintentionally knowing, her first love was cascading to pit of darkness right beside her.

After all, there was only so much Zach could do to keep her afloat. He'd be damned if he didn't try with all his might.

"I'm sorry Zach," she said in a whisper, her hands going to rub the tears from her eyes.

His eyes went to his bloody nail beds that were wrapped firmly on her elbow to her tear streaked face. Shaking his head he hushed her cries and brought his lips to her temple, kissing her softly as if his touch would make her crumble to pieces in his lips.

"Just promise me," he spoke softly, knowing if he wasn't careful his own voice would betray him. He didn't want her feeling any of his pain or fear, he needed to mask her from feeling any more.

Her left arm twitched from the pain of her elbow and she nodded her head into the crook of his neck, her lips glazing over his collarbone, "I promise."

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This is just the forward to my new fanfiction! The rest of the story can be found on Wattpad underneath my username purexblood or you can click this link here  . x

[jeffatk1ns]

Protective - Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request - “oneshot where (Y/N) is more innocent & shy & is dating Zach where he's been her first for all the stuff (first boyfriend, kiss, etc) & at a party, during Truth or Dare, it becomes how obviously innocent (Y/N) is & this makes the jocks (like Monty and Bryce) desire (Y/N) so they flirt & hit her up & Zach gets jealous & protective pls.”

Warnings: Bryce and Monty, it gets a bit uncomfortable with the touching n shit idk I felt uncomfortable writing it lol

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“Okay, Y/N, it’s your turn, we’ve let you watch for long enough now.” One of the guys from the other side of the circle pointed at you.

You’d tried to avoid being picked ever since the game started over half an hour ago, and you were only there because your boyfriend Zach was, and you hadn’t seen him in weeks.

Zach Dempsey was there through all your firsts. First boyfriend, first kiss (under the moonlight on a slightly chilly evening at the beach), first all-nighter (same aforementioned moonlight night), first date (he took you to his favourite restaurant and then a romantic walk), first time (he was gentle and caring), even first heartbreak (although things soon worked themselves out).

But Zach and you just fit. Like the last two puzzle pieces to make the picture.

Generally however, you weren’t a people person. And parties with big groups of people weren’t your thing. It had taken a long time for Zach to break you out of your shell, and even then it was only in front of him privately. The rest of the world still viewed you as the shy, innocent, quiet girl with no worldliness.

“Okay.” You swallowed, not really seeing how you could avoid the situation now.

“Truth or dare, Y/N?” Bryce pressed.

“Um, truth, I guess.” You shrugged.

Bryce gave a snakey smile to Montgomery sat on his left. “How many people have you had sex with?” He chuckled boyishly, swigging his beer.

Colour rushed to your cheeks and your eyes widened at the question. The heat of your cheeks making you sweat slightly, and giving a small gulp. “I- uhh-“

“Don’t be an ass Bryce, this is Truth or Dare not ‘embarrass my girlfriend’.” Zach piped up, laying a comforting hand on your knee.

“Rule Is she has to answer.” Monty snorted.

“You don’t.” Zach turned to you and spoke only to you.

But the damage had already been done. The boys could already tell Zach was the only person you’d been with, and this information was what they’d wanted. They exchanged looks. Greedy looks.

“Don’t worry,” Bryce held up a hand, “we don’t want to make you feel under pressure.” He said with faux sympathy.

“Never.” Nodded Monty, not concealing his smirk very well.

“This Game Is getting dry anyway. I think it’s time we finish up.” Bryce stood, sending one last look your way before taking his nasty self and his bottle to the kitchen.

“Cmon.” Zach held out a hand to you and helped you up, and you caught in your peripheral vision Monty following Bryce in to the kitchen, eyes on the two of you. “Let’s go outside for a bit.” Zach laced his fingers through yours.

“Yeah.” You gave him a relieved smile and the two of you headed to the garden.

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About 10 minutes previously, you’d let Zach off to go and talk to Jeff and his other friends, as Sheri had come to talk to you. But Sheri had just been dragged off by a boy, and now you were sat at the garden table by yourself. It seemed like a good idea to you to head to the kitchen for another drink, so you did.

After filling your cup, your bladder notified you that it needed emptying. The downstairs toilet was occupied, so you’d have to head to the upstairs one.

Unfortunately, that was occupied too. You sighed, leaning against the wall.

“Hey,”

It was Monty. He’d just reached the top of the stairs and noticed you.

“Hi.” You smiled politely, still feeling a little red from the earlier encounter.

“Toilet line?” He laughed, pointing at the door.

You laughed lightly, “Yeah.”

It was quiet for a bit, the two of you exchanging polite smiles and the odd snicker. Then Monty pushed off the banister and care to stand beside you.

“The game was fun, right?” He said in a low voice.

“It’s uh- not really my thing.”

“Well, I liked finding out more about everyone.” Monty’s finger looped around the belt loop on your jeans. You look down at his hand grazing your hip, and felt lost for words. Frozen.

“Uh-“ You stuttered.

“Shhhh, Zach’s not here.” He whispered, placing his other hand on the small of your back.

“Yes he fucking is.” Over by the stairs was Zach, stony-faced and looking like he was going to actually strangle Monty to death. He stormed over and pulled the boy off you, trapping Monty’s neck with his arm.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He spat in the jock’s face.

“Dude, chill out! We were just talking!” He protested, voice strained.

“That’s not an okay way to ‘talk’ to a girl, especially not my girlfriend.” Zach growled.

You’d never seen Zach this angry before. He was usually really good at keeping his temper and not many things actually made him that mad.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

“Zach! No.” You butted in. Sure, Monty was a sleaze, but you didn’t want Zach to have that on his conscience. Zach locked eyes with you, and melted. He pushed off of Monty.

“Get out of here before I change my mind.”

Monty scurried off, laughing.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Zach rushed towards you and placed a hand on your cheek. You nodded.

“He’s just an asshole.” You shook your head, you could feel a tear well up in one eye, and tried to push it back.

Noticing, Zach pulled your face into his chest and let you sob, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head.

“I’m here.” He whispered. “I love you, and I’m here”

[unhelpful-y0da]

Guess who’s back, BACK AGAIN

I know i’ve been gone for a loooong time but omg guys i just saw the first episode from the new season and i’m more back then ever!!! There are so much crazy things going to happen i can feel it!!!

[slowly-destroyed]

your smile could light up a whole room, pt. 2

[d3mps3y-blog1]

Tapes - Zach Dempsey

“Author’s” note: Hello to anyone who has found their way to this post! Had this idea in my mind for awhile, thought I’d write it out. I’m definitely not a writer so major apologizes for the trash lmao.  Also thank you to anyone who takes time to actually read this at all if anyone does ?? Not sure how this will turn out, but if you would like, you may let me know how it is ???

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Fem! Reader

Summary: While currently dating Zach Dempsey, you listen to your tape, but it’s different compared to the others. 

A lot of Hannah talking ??

And kinda long :/

Warnings: Beginner’s writing soz

“If you’re still listening, all of you can take a breath. A breather. Maybe get some fresh air. Just take a moment to relax as you listen, because, here’s a pause to this little game. This next tape is.. well, this tape is slightly different. Similar to the others in certain ways as it’s about someone specific, but still very much different. And it’s important that you all continue to listen. This tape is not a reason. This tape.. It’s a reassurement. With everything that had been going on in life, everything that was continuing with leading me to my, well, giving up.. I still had one tiny piece of sunshine that made things actually okay. With the long Sophomore year I’d been having: the picture, the rumors, the list, the poem leak.. As it formulated it’s snowball effect, I found my own breath of fresh air. 

Towards the end of the year, we got a new student. She was and still is so beautiful. So captivating to the student body, it was insane. Everyone wanted to know her when they saw her. She wasn’t just a new student, she was the shiny new toy everyone wanted to play with. (Y/N) (Y/L/N). You walked into the school, a bit shy as you could be, but held your head high. It only took a moment for you to grab everyone’s attention. Someone with a dazzling personality and face to match would grab anyone’s focus. Everyone wanted to know the new girl. But you had no interest in all the attention, in all the sudden popularity. You wanted to avoid any drama and gossip. It was unheard of for a high school student, yet there you were. Pushing the crowd away as they desperately wanted to pull you in with them. At lunch that first day, while everyone waved their hands and offered up warm smiles and open seats to you, you passed them all. Instead of sitting with maybe the jocks or cheerleaders, you made your way to an empty table towards the back of the room. Towards me. I sat with my lunch half eaten, book on the table as my cover of trying to hide away the fact that I was alone. But all of a sudden, a voice, a sweet voice asked, “Is that seat taken?” It caught me off guard; surprised me that the new girl wanted to sit with me, of all people. I was a little weary, for both me and you. Sitting with me could taint your brand new perfect reputation before the end of the day. I also didn’t know who you had met already and could be planning. But that’s a little narcissistic to assume everything was always about me. So, I pushed my worries away and told you, “Nope. All yours.” And that was that. We were best friends by the end of the week. It was unreal how fast we connected; how quickly we clicked. We got along so well, I felt I’d known you my whole life already. You also got filled in with the gossip and rumors about me, hearing about the list and poem by the end of your second week. But it never mattered to you. You listened to me, heard my side. You believed me.

(Y/N). My best friend. The sister I never had. You don’t belong on these tapes, much like Clay. You are not a reason for why I gave up. But, I still need you here. I need you to hear what I couldn’t tell you face to face. What I was scared to open up about. For you to be reassured. To know it was never your fault, nothing you ever did. I need you to know: There’s nothing you did wrong. You never failed me. You never gave up on me. You were the sliver of hope I desperately needed. I’m sorry you have to be apart of this. But, I need you to know that I don’t want you to feel guilty, you have no reason to. You have no reason to think there was more you could have done, because there wasn’t. You were perfect, amazing. You were the best friend I never had, the best friend I always needed. And I’m sorry it wasn’t enough.

I also need you here to tell you that.. You can’t give up on Zach. I know how you feel about him, and hearing what he did, I can only imagine how you feel after hearing it. And I want you to forgive him anyway. He did a cruel, stupid thing. But he’s not that person. At least, not after meeting you. When you first told me Zach asked you out that first time, and rejected him, I was so scared for you. You didn’t know what Zach had done to me in Communications class. No one knew except for he and I. Yet you still rejected him, stating you didn’t want to get caught up in all the jock drama. Instead of handling rejection poorly like I was afraid of, like in the past with me, he kept on trying. He never gave up. He was set on you. I can’t lie. It was hard hearing you tell me about how Zach had proceed to ask you out again in some new way. Not because I liked Zach. Not because I was jealous of the attention he was giving you. But, because I was so scared Zach, or one of the other jocks, would end up doing the same thing to you as they did to me. I didn’t want you to get hurt. I didn’t want you to feel how I did. I didn’t want you to struggle how I had been all year. I would never want you or anyone to feel the way I had been all year. But after that party, when Zach walked you home, you had decided to give him the chance when he asked you out, yet again. And that was it for you two. You two were goners so far in love.

Montgomery de la Cruz was having a party at his place, a change of pace compared to Bryce who usually has one every other weekend. It seemed like the whole student body had shown up with how crowded and packed the house was. But with alcohol and music running through the veins of all the students, it didn’t matter. Hannah was at the Crestmont working with Clay, and was unable to make the party. (Y/N) not wanting to go without Hannah, told her she wouldn’t go either and would wait for her to have a late night sleepover instead. However, Hannah insisted (Y/N) go to the party anyway. It would be fun for (Y/N) to hang with some of her other friends and didn’t want (Y/N) waiting up on her all night. So with Hannah’s blessing, (Y/N) caught a ride with Sheri and some other friends and made their way to the de la Cruz house. Everything was in full swing by the time (Y/N) arrived, and it didn’t take long for (Y/N) to join in all the fun when walking into the house. From dancing on the so called “dance floor” in the living room, to games of beer pong and plenty of talking and laughter, (Y/N) found herself having a good time. And with who other than Zach Dempsey himself. While a bit hesitant at first, (Y/N) gave in to her temptations and hung out with the Zach Dempsey. Roaming from room to room, playing beer pong together as partners, to getting new drinks. They were about as attached to the hip as a pair can be. (Y/N) having rejected Zach a few times already when he’s asked her out for a date, tries hard not to give into the butterflies she feels stirring in her stomach. But as she gets to know Zach better, she finds herself finding it hard to believe she said no to him in the first place. Zach was a sweet, genuine guy, and didn’t seem obnoxious and annoying like some of his friends. By the end of the night, Zach and (Y/N) were sitting on a couch together, still talking about any and everything. The two weren’t drunk from the beer pong games, but had sobered up greatly from whatever they had drank prior. And all conversation was sincere and easy, it feeling like the two could talk forever. As the party began fading out, (Y/N) told Zach she needed to get home before her parents started worrying. Zach didn’t want (Y/N) to leave yet, but knew the party was ending soon anyway from the way some teenagers were passed out in chairs and the rooms were clearing out. Wanting to spend more time with (Y/N), he offered to take her home. “I live just a few streets over, I can walk. I’ll be fine,” (Y/N) assured. “Let me walk you,” Zach offers instead. “Oh, no,” she shakes her head, “I don’t want to make you go out of your way..” “You’re not – I’m not, I mean,” he frets a bit. “I want to,” he smiles cutely. “What kind of guy would I be if I let a girl like you walk home on her own?” “A girl like me,” she grinned. “You never know who’s on the streets waiting for a gorgeous girl to walk by on her own.” “I’m pretty sure these neighborhoods are safe to walk home alone in. But, if it’ll make you feel better, then I guess you can walk me home,” (Y/N) teased. “If you have to.” Zach smiles, “I want to.”

On the walk to (Y/N)’s home, the sky is clear, the air is cool and the night overall is calm and collected. As the sound of the music fades out in the background, it becomes more quiet and more peaceful. Conversation is just as easy as before, the flirting being at an all time high. Zach offers his Letterman jacket to (Y/N) halfway through, noticing her cross her arms from the cool air. (Y/N) can’t help but smile constantly at Zach, her heart suddenly beating faster with each minute. When they reach (Y/N)’s house, Zach walks her to her front porch. (Y/N) offers Zach’s jacket back as she unlocks her front door. But Zach tells her to keep it, saying that he’s glad it keeps her warm. It was obvious (Y/N) liked the jacket as she snuggled into it and seemed to hold the jacket tighter on her as she would cuddle more into the fabric, the smell of Zach’s cologne filling her senses on the walk home. With a shy smile, (Y/N) thanks him for the jacket and for the walk home. Before she can head inside, Zach grabs (Y/N)’s hand, causing her to look back at him and asks her, “Will you go out with me?” (Y/N) somehow caught off guard by his question, even though he’s asked before, blinks for a few seconds. She bites her lip, thinking if she should say yes. She glances down a second, noticing Zach’s hold on her hand is gentle, warm and calming. She smiles, feeling Zach rub his thumb absentmindedly against her and nods. “Yes.”

“My concern for Zach pulling some shit with one of the other jocks or something died down after seeing the way you two were together. You didn’t become official until the last day of school, but up until then, and to this day, everyone can see how you feel about each other. Whatever reason Zach had for coming up to me at lunch that one day after Dollar Valentine, he never looked at me like how he looks at you. I never saw him look at any girl or anyone ever the way he looks at you. (Y/N)… I need you to forgive Zach. What he did… it’s not him. What he did, he will never do to you. What he did is in the past. What you two have is real, and it’s rare, and so special. You can’t give up on it. You can’t give up on him. He can deny it all he wants; never admit it, but Zach needs you a lot more than you need him. As long as you don’t give up on him, he will never give up on you.

(Y/N). Don’t, please don’t, resent Zach. Don’t feel guilty. And understand you did everything right. You are my best friend in the whole world. I don’t resent you, I don’t blame you for anything. And I’m sorry I gave up on myself. You’re stronger than me, and you have to keep moving forward. You have to live the life that you truly deserve.”

“Thanks,” Clay says monotone as (Y/N) hands back the box of recorded tapes. “Sure,” (Y/N) slightly nods, voice quiet. Clay places the box carefully in his locker. He shuts it and turns back to (Y/N). “Did you finish them? All in one night?” He asks. (Y/N) pauses a second but nods. “I wasn’t sure what they were, of course. It was weird getting cassette tapes from you,” (Y/N) smiles sadly a bit. “And you not telling me what they were, just.. Made my curiosity rise. But when I.. When I heard her voice…” (Y/N) shakes her head. “I couldn’t stop. It was one tape after another. I barely slept.. I don’t even know if I’ve truly processed everything even though I’ve had the weekend.” “Me either,” Clay says quietly. “What are you going to do with them now? You wanted me to give them back to you when I was done instead of passing them on, but you didn’t tell me why?” Clay breathes out, “I just. I want to hand deliver these to Mr. Porter myself.” (Y/N) pauses, knowing he’s skipping Bryce understandably and nods. “Yeah. Well, I’ll see you around then?” (Y/N) asks hopeful. Clay gives a small nod. “Yeah. Definitely.” (Y/N) smiles a bit, the sadness still prominent and swallows, turning around and walking off. (Y/N) passes by all the students in her way, in a daze, seeming to be in her own world as she zones out. She doesn’t bother going for her locker or to her first class before the bell rings. She walks the halls, looking for a particular person, knowing exactly where he’ll be. As she finds Justin Foley’s locker, a small group of jocks standing around talking, she see him. Zach sees her before she sees him. Noticing her expression, his smile from laughing just prior fades. “I’ll catch up with you guys later,” Zach suddenly says, stepping away from them. They wave him off, letting him go as he walks over to meet (Y/N) halfway in the middle of the hallway. “Hey,” Zach says, his hands tugging on his backpack straps as he meets her. (Y/N) hesitates, but gives a quiet, “Hey.” Zach pauses, trying to read her expression. He presses his lips together before asking. “Have you.. heard?” Knowing what he means, she looks away and simply nods. Zach looks down a bit, almost wincing. He can feel the nerves growing in him, becoming more anxious as her silence draws on. “I just…” she takes a breath. “I want you to know that…” (Y/N) starts again but trails off. Zach looks up at her, his eyes meeting hers. When the silence draws on, figuring (Y/N) can’t find the words she wants to say, he opens his mouth to talk. But he stops when (Y/N) steps forward and stands up on her tippy-toes, reaching her arms around Zach’s neck, hugging him gently. Zach’s arms follow, holding and hugging around her waist tightly, not wanting to let go. “…I forgive you,” she mumbles into his neck. “And, I love you. I always will.” Zach’s body visibly relaxes. He releases a breath of relief, his eyes closing, his hold growing tighter around her. “I love you, (Y/N). So much.” “We’ll get through this,” she adds. Zach buries his face into her neck, finding comfort in her hold, in her body, his eyes stinging with regret. “I’m so sorry,” he says, voice slightly cracking. “I know,” she whispers, a hand pushing through his hair soothingly. “I’ll always be sorry,” Zach mumbles. “I know.” As if on cue, the bell rings, signaling students to get to their first period class. The hallways begin to filter out, getting more quiet as the seconds tick, yet Zach and (Y/N) stay holding one another, ignoring everyone that passes by them. When the hallways grow quieter, (Y/N) steps away from Zach’s hold. (Y/N) breathes out, bringing her hands to Zach’s face as her thumbs wipe under his eyes. “Want to cut first period,” she asks, smiling a bit. Zach feeling better with having (Y/N) around, like always, grins slightly. “How about, we cut the whole day? Go back to my place, order some food, watch some movies and, just…” “..Be together,” she finishes. Zach’s grin growing bigger, nods. She smiles more, nodding. “Yeah. That sounds perfect.” Zach’s grin transitions to a smile. He leans over, kissing (Y/N)’s forehead gently. He presses his lips to hers after and takes hold of her backpack before they both leave down the hallway. Zach takes her hand as they walk towards the exit doors, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against her skin lovingly. 

A/N: I don’t condone what Zach did to Hannah, but this idea called for forgiveness in the end. Zach’s just a smol bean who didn’t know any better ok :(( 

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Best Friends, for ever? Part 1

Best Friends, since I could remember.

Fandom: 13 Reasons Why

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Chapter: 1 / ? (Still unsure, let’s see where it goes)

Words: 1,427

A/N: I suck at summaries and I suck at describing things. No names mentioned, other than Zach’s and other characters that are associated with him. Reader’s Character and everyone associated with her are nameless for (almost) believable immersion.

Summary: He’s my best friend, though I haven’t played the part for a few years. Why? Because I couldn’t handle being just the best friend. I’ve been in love with him for as long as I can remember, but after drifting apart, I thought I would never have the chance to, until I did.

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I wake up to the sound of my alarm, blaring, ordering me to get my ass up because it's another school day. I let out a groan, reach for my phone and turn the alarm off. A few moments passed, right before I drifted off to sleep after my meager attempt to get out of bed, I heard knocks on my door and a soft voice followed, "Hey, Breakfast is ready. Mom asked me to call you..." sounding unsure, she continued, "...and he's waiting for you downstairs."

I force myself to speak, dread washing over me while I listened to what my sister was saying. The text from last night came to my mind. "Yeah, I'll be right down."

"Okay. Don't take too long, please. Mom said you're taking me to school." What followed that was a series of footsteps slowly fading.

I sit up, making an effort to actually get up. I put my feet on the wooden floor, stood up, walked to the bathroom and showered. I didn't take much time deciding what to wear, but then again, I never did. I put jeans on, wore a white shirt and grabbed a hoodie. 5 minutes later, I was making my way down the stairs, hand-combing my soaked hair, I stopped midway. From where I stood, I saw him. He stood near the door, looking at his feet like they're the most interesting thing, fidgeting and playing with the snap of his letterman jacket. To say that it's unlike him is an understatement.

He's always standing tall - taller than everyone else with his height being 6'3". He walks around, towering over everyone with his head held high and that's what everyone around him saw. Seeing him this pensive almost broke my heart into even smaller pieces.

But this isn't the first time I've seen him show the person behind his facade. It was a year ago, during junior year. It was an ordinary day, same old pattern at the same old place with the same old people. Not once did it occur to me that what happened that afternoon could happen.

I still remember it, clear as day. It was lunch and I went back to the classroom to get a book I forgot but what I found was a sight I thought I wouldn't forget - a sight that I later on found out that I couldn't forget.

The room was empty besides a figure, standing with his hands on the window sill. He seemed to be watching the people outside but what, at first, I thought was a creep, turned out to be a soul who's mourning. His back was shaking and he let out a few soft sobs. I tried my best not to take him by surprise, so I knocked lightly on the desk closest to me. That plan wasn't as brilliant as I though it was. He jumped, turned to me and wiped his eyes vigorously. "H- How long have you been standing there, creep?" His face was against the light and I couldn't see his features, but his voice is not something anyone could easily forget. It was the voice you hear whenever he scores at games, the voice you hear when he talks through a mic during a pep rally, the voice you hear together with a few more when he walks along the hallway with his friends. The voice that used to calm me down whenever my parents fought when I was younger. It was the voice of Zach Dempsey. "Oh, it's you. Aren't you supposed to be eating lunch with your posse?"

It took a few seconds for me to react and a bit longer for my eyes to adjust. It's not everyday that you see The Zach Dempsey crying. "First of all, I do not have a posse. Second, I should be asking you that. And third, I haven't been here long... Because I didn't see the joint you were smoking. I mean, look at your eyes!" I tried to lighten the atmosphere with a joke and a small laugh. For a second, I saw a hint of a smile and I hoped it was helpful. I walked closer to where he stood.

"Well, too bad. I wouldn't have been opposed to sharing said joint." There he was again, the Zach Dempsey you see everyday. When I was standing close enough, he sat down on the floor, out of view from the windows and the doors.

I sat beside him. "Well, too bad I don't smoke."

"Well, too ba- wait, you don't smoke?" Disbelief flashed across his face for a moment. I assured him with a nod and he smirked, "Are you sure? I swear I've seen you smoking before!"

"What lies! I think you took me for somebody else, Zach. I've never even tried to smoke. Ever. My parents are heavy smokers, remember?" I waved my hands for emphasis.

He looked thoughtful for a moment, probably trying to rummage through his mind. "I do, but I saw you at a party! I'm sure it was you. You don't exactly look like anybody else, you know."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I exclaimed as I slapped his arm.

He laughed, almost playfully. "What the hell?! I totally meant that as a compliment!"

"You're an i-" I was cut off by the familiar ring of a bell, signaling that lunch was over. "diot. Well, I guess that's my cue to leave. It was nice talking to you, Zach."

"Nah, I should be the one thanking you. Thanks for brightening up my day. I kinda feel stupid, you know? Crying in school and all." We both stood up, picked up our bags and headed for the door.

I stared at him, eyes wide, feigning surprise. "What?! You were crying? I didn't know!"

He laughed as he opened the door, looking and sounding a lot better than he did a while ago. "Yeah, right!"

"All kidding aside though, You do know that you can talk to me if you need to, right?" I stopped and looked him in the eye.

"Yeah. I know. And I'm thankful for that. Maybe we can meet after school, at Rosie's?"

"Deal." After the word came out of my mouth, he took me by surprise with a hug. Something he's never done - to me, at least since we were 12 years old.

"I gotta get to class, I've already been late so many times. See you later! 5-ish!" He shouted as he ran towards the other direction, headed to class.

I stood there, glued for a moment, as I processed what just happened. Slightly questioning his sudden eagerness to get to class, and sudden generosity of hugs. Zach and I have known each other for as long as I can remember. With our mothers being close friends. We spent a lot of time together as kids. When we were in middle school, he taught me how to play basketball while I taught him how to play chess. But like almost every other friendship, we grew apart as the years went by. I focused on music, while he focused on sports. He gained popularity as he gained height and mad basketball skills, while I got into completely different things.

The rest of the afternoon went by fast. After my last class, as I was walking to my locker, I found a post-it note with the word 'Later.' and signed '-ZSY'

With all that's happening, papers due, exams, and the untimely death of 2 students, the only good thing I can cling on was the hope that maybe, Zach and I could grow closer again. He was, after all, my best friend."

He was my best friend.

It felt like I woke up for the second time while I was standing at the landing of the stairs. I blinked twice, and he still hasn't looked up, eyes still glued to the floor. It wasn't until I cleared my throat that he looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep. "You look like shit."

"You showered." He smiled, but it faltered as quickly as it appeared. "I-I kept calling you last night. I left you messages, I sent texts, why did you shut me out?"

"We have the time to talk on the way to school. Do you want to eat before we go?" I kept it as casual, and as civil I could. I mustered up all the courage I had to face him without breaking down in tears.

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Zach Dempsey #7

Request: idk if you do smuts or not buuut if you do can you do one with zach??? but if you don't, can you do a quick imagine where you and zach are just friends but when you two play suck and blow at a party he kisses you? either one would be great!! i'm obsessed with your page <33

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Wow. This one wrote itself. I swear I have no idea how that happend so fast :D @jeffatk1ns I don’t know what happend :D

The music from Montgomery's house is already to be heard from two blogs away and I can't help but smirk as I adjust my shirt and wipe some hair out of my face. A soft breeze cools down the hot air that's been hovering for the past couple of days, causing me to get goosebumps. But yet again it's the perfect weather to have one of the famous party's, everyone is talking about constantly. Who can blame them? Our party's are always the ones, where almost the whole school comes together and we wouldn't have it any other way.

And with we, I'm talking about myself and the rest of my friends. Zach Dempsey, Jessica Davis and everyone else. People refer to us as the Royals from Liberty High but mostly we're just like any other clique. We fight, we break up and at the end of the day we make up.

I cross the street that is leading to Monty's house and raise an eyebrow in amusement. The party started thirty minutes ago and there are already at least 20 people gathering around in the front yard, drinking and talking.

That didn't take long. After I greeted them I make my way up to his front door and push it open, only to be welcomed with the strong smell of alcohol, weed and cheap perfume.

“Y/N!”, Jessica shows up in front of my and immediately thrusts a red cup into my hand while taking a sip from her own. “What in there?”, I ask before she links her arm to mine and leads me into the living room where the music is blasting even louder than outside. “That my friend is vodka. Drink it up!”, she laughs and I shake my head while grinning before I take a huge gulp of my own and look around.

As usual you can make out the different groups you will meet on every party. The couples, all tangled up in one another. The outsiders, being...well..outsiders and forming their own group. And then you have my friends. The center of attention. Monty is leaning against the wall while flirting with a pretty brunette. Alex is talking to Jeff about something I can't understand. And the rest is gathered around the table in the dining room, playing beer pong.

“You're finally here.”, Zach stumbles over to me and I nod with a smile on my face before he grabs me and pulls me to the beer pong table with him. Before I even have the chance to resist I'm throwing a ping pong ball over the table, trying to hit one of the red cups. Unfortunately I miss, causing all of them to cheer as I drink up my cup in one gulp.

Yep, this night is definitely going to be one of the nights where we all wake up together in the living room, hungover but full of happiness.

Three hours later all of us are pretty wasted so it doesn't surprise any of us when someone suggests to play a round of Suck and Blow. I'm sitting on the armrest of the couch, flanked by Zach sitting on the floor on the one side and Alex on the other one on the couch while the rest formed a circle and Monty pulled a card out of one the cabinets. “However looses the card, drinks.”, Justin exclaims and I laugh before I watch him giving the card to Jessica, her giving the card to Hannah and so on. The first two rounds work pretty well without any of us loosing the card but when Sheri gives the card to Zach and he turns around to give it to me, it happens.

Blaming the alcohol and my lack of keeping my balance I feel my body making the wrong turn. Faster than I could react I fall on the ground next to Zach, causing all of us to burst out in laughter and him holding on to the card as strong as possible. Still giggling I lean over to him and try to take the card from him by sucking it onto my lips but the laughter and my previous fall cause me to loose it. But not only loosing the card. Our lips still so close to one another they meet when the card falls down and my lips land on Zach's. Everyone gasps and starts laughing but instead of pulling away both of us start intensifying the kiss and I wrap my hands around his neck to push me closer to him while his hands rest on my waist, pulling me closer. After what feels like forever our lips detach and we're both take some deep breaths to regain the oxygen.

“Okay whatever that was, take it anywhere else. You guys have business to finish.”, Alex mumbles and I look at Zach, unsure what to do. Sure, we're friends, known each other for years and wasted but still. That kiss was more than a 'I lost the card while playing Suck and Blow'- kiss.

It felt real and was filled with cravings for one another. With a small grin on his face Zach points at the guest room with his head and I smirk before shrugging my shoulders and getting up from the floor with the help of Zach.

He takes my hand into his and pulls me with him while the other burst out in cheering again before they continue with another, stupid game.

We walk by the other guests on the party and I wipe some hair out of my face before Zach opens the door and gently pulls me inside. After he closes the door I slightly lean against it with my hands crossed behind my back while the air is filled with desire. I look at Zach and I can see the way he looks at me. No idea if it's the alcohol but when his eyes meet mine and I open the mouth a bit to say something, the air explodes.

He rushes forward and takes my face between his hands before his lips crash down on mine again and I open my mouth more for his tongue to explore mine.

My hands wander to the collar of his letterman jacket and I pull him closer to me, wanting to feel every inch of his body pressing against mine. Carefully he lets go of my face and his hands wander over my body until they stop on my lower back and pull me closer to his body just like I wanted it to. A small moan escapes his lips when one of my thighs ends up between between his legs and presses against his hard that is squeezing against his pants. Grinning my hands wonder to his shoulders before I pull the jacket down and he picks me up so I can wrap my legs around him. Our lips still attached he carries me over to the bed and places me on it softly, not wanting to hurt me.

We let go of one another for a second and look each other in the eyes before our lips meet again and my hands start unbuttoning his shirt. His hands for that matter starting to wander down my body, causing me to shiver under his touches until he reaches the end of my shirt and pulls it over my head, revealing my breasts in a lacy black bra. “Fuck you're beautiful.”, he gasps and his hands rest on my waist while his lips place small kisses everywhere on my body, causing me to moan. With a grin on his face he gets rid of his shirt before his lip crash down on mine again and I wrap my hands around his body to pull him closer while his hands grab my hair and hold on to it while we kiss.

He starts kissing my neck making his way down to my breasts, removing the bra before he starts kissing my breasts and takes my nipples into his mouth, sucking on them. I moan again before his kisses start wandering again and I can feel his tongue leaving a wet trail on my body until he reaches to waistband of my jeans. At this point I'm already soaking wet what Zach seems to realize because he starts taking his time taking my jeans down, kissing every inch of skin he reveals.

“Damn it Zach.”, I growl and coil under him before he finally throws my jeans away and opens my legs with his hands while he kisses my stomach and plays with the lacy black waistband of my panties. “You're so fucking wet babe.”, he whispers before he kisses me again and my hands are finally able to open up his jeans to let his hard free, causing Zach to moan into the kiss.

He kicks his jeans and shorts of before he climbs down the bed and pulls me to the edge of it. “I'm gonna make you feel all kinds of good now, princess.”, he smirks before pushes my body down with his hands and his tongue leaves wet trails all over my body before he rips off my panties and places his tongue between my legs, still holding my body down.

A loud moan comes out of my mouth as the air in the room becomes more heated every second. Suddenly his tongue starts moving again, brushing over my clit before it disappears inside of me and I can't help it but let out a groan while my body starts moving under his hands, causing him to push me down harder. “Lay still.”, he looks up to me and I nod before his hands start wandering down my body too and two of his finger disappears inside of me while his mouth crashes down on mine again. “That is how good you taste.”, he growls and I can only nod before I moan again when his finger start moving.

“Please...Zach..fuck..”, I moan and he raises an eyebrow while he keeps teasing me, waiting for an answer. “Fuck what?”, he whispers and throw my head back because his fingers keep moving inside of me. “Fuck me already, Dempsey.”, my voice is nothing more than a groan and he laughs a little before his finger vanish from inside of me but Zach climbs on me instead. “With pleasure.”, he grabs a condom from the nightstand and rolls it over his hard before he pushes my legs open again and slowly enters me again. A loud moan comes out of his mouth, his hands placed next to my head and his tongue inside my mouth again. “Fuck, you're so ready for me. And so tight.”, he groans and we both immediately start moving in synchronization, almost like we've known each other like that for forever. Him inside of me feels amazing and I can feel my walls clenching up around him when my climax is coming closer. “I-I'm close.”, I moan and Zach nods in agreement until I can feel the knot in my stomach getting tighter.

Finally I can't hold onto it any longer and my walls start clenching up faster when my orgasm hits me and I can't help it but scream out his name. “ZACH!”, I hold on to him with all I have when I can feel him tensing up under me, riding out his orgasm as well.

We both take our time to ride out our high before he falls down on the bed next to me and gets rid of the condom. After we both caught our breathes again he pulls me closer to him and wraps the blanket around us, so the both of us can come down in silence.

My head resting on his chest and his hands wrapped around me are the last details I can notice before the alcohol and the sex cause me to fall asleep.

Yep. This is definitely one of those nights.