#zach justice x reader

[writtenbyan-aries]

Warning: These one shots will contain adult content. Please read with caution. 🖤

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Telling the World

Rolling with the Punches

Catching Feelings

The Final Straw

Out-Zached the Zach

How Lucky Am I?

Ballgowns & Secrets Bridgerton Edition

Timeline

So, That Happened…

Surprise Change

Find Out Yourself

Just Married

Something to Tell

Mine.

The Answer to your Question

Post Podcast

Good Things Take Time

Tell me Where to Start

Surprise on the Podcast fluff

[stilessp]

don’t play with me princess

zach justice x fem!reader

warnings • smutty smut smut, zach : daddy, kissing, use of yn, pet names, oral sex, flirting, angst, jealous zach, swearing , 18+

summary: you went on dropouts after being friends for years and him begging you for ages to come the podcast , you finally give in and things kick off.

*Do not copy my work*

*zach has his own place in this*

you were messaging zach all last night about the podcast, what time to come etc he was being so sweet telling you he’s gunna be with you the whole time but knowing zach he will probably bully you for it tomorrow on the podcast “i’ll be fine” you mumbled before dozing off to sleep.

you wake up at 11:06 to zach phoning you making sure your awake as you always sleep in, unfortunately you had just woke up and had an hour to get ready and leave as you had to be there for 12:30 and it takes 20 minutes to get there “yea you just woke me up” you say rolling out of bed “good can’t have my star guest not come” he says, you hang up the phone starting to get ready doing a natural look as you didn’t have time nor effort to do a glam look, once you finished your makeup you chose your outfit then left.

you got there about 5 minutes before the pod started saying hi to everyone “omg yn” alyssa shouts across the room running towards you engulfing you in a big hug “alyssa ahh i missed you so much” you say with a massive smile “alright alyssa she’s mine calm down” zach says appearing around the corner with a smug little smirk on his face “oh shut up zach” turning around to face alyssa again and walking into the studio.

“hello welcome or welcome back to dropouts today we have an extra special guest, my girlfriend yn y/l/n” looking at u in shock “oh you wish” looking at the mic “i do i really do, so yn” your quick to answer as your nervous as what hes gunna say “yes zach” already dreading the question “how have you been” relieved with this you start to smile “yea it’s been great honestly i’ve started my own clothing line and makeup and it’s going great!” smiling knowing how far you’ve come “wow that’s great! any boys recently ?” jared says adding to the convo “oh jared you know” you say winking at him before you both start bursting into laughter, you look over at zach and he looks like he’s burning a hole into your brain, he looks mad ? you chime in “no guys i’m jk don’t clip that” you say with a nervous laugh zach still does not look impressed until he spits out “oh yn you wouldn’t even kiss jared on the cheek never mind do the devils tango with him” smirking you reply “oh and how would you know that” he stares at you for a second “okay guys if your not subscribed to the patreon you get a 7 day free trial, you get extra bits from these podcasts also you get them earlier plus extra videos like the drunk episodes when we get me and some other people drunk and try spill some secrets” you just look at him unimpressed as he carries on.

by now your on the subject of sex and relationships jared talking about this girl he is going out with tonight and how he would love to have something with her as theyd been speaking for months “yea jared i think you just gotta go for it, no woman wants a man who takes their time, and they don’t want to beg for it either ” you say giving him a woman’s perspective “oh yn you were begging for it last night” zach says smirking earning an oh and oh shit from jared and alyssa you just completely gobsmacked on what this man just said to you “oh please like i would go to you for that your probably not even as good as you make out zach, actually alyssa can you relate to this a man always says he knows what he’s doing yet he can’t get it in the right hole” jared and alyssa start laughing hesring a very quiet yes from alyssa as zach says “oh trust me i know what i’m doing” you didn’t look impressed “hm ye still don’t believe it sorry zach” he’d had enough at this point he wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you upstairs and prove it while you were screaming out his name “don’t play with me princess”, jared just gasped and alyssa just started laughing you however just turned over and said “of course i’m gunna mess with you other wise your gunna wind me up so” looking over at him letting your eyes drop for a mere second you saw him readjusting himself seeing a massive bulge in his pants looking up with him smirking at you.

alyssa and jared start having a conversation about something i’m not sure what i was zoned out thinking about what zach said and his bulge until you were pulled out by zach coming closer to you wanting to whisper something “i’m gunna fuck you so hard after this your not gunna be able to even speak and say i didn’t know what u was doing, you understand me gorgeous?” you nod while backing away just smiling jared and alyssa obviously caught on “um guys what you saying over there” knowing you were caught until zach chimes in “oh i was just asking yn about something i heard about her clothing line and it’s true but not able to say sorry. it’s a secret” you sigh knowing zach just saved your ass and his.

after 1 hour of you and zachs glances you started you flirt with jared to get a reaction out of zach, must say he contained himself pretty well until the pod finished you said your goodbyes to jared and alyssa claiming you were gunna hang out with zach for a while as you haven’t seen eachother in months they believed it obviously as it is true you did miss him but you needed him now, as soon as they walked out that door you said “so you gunna prove it to me or what?” walking over to him looking up batting your eye lashes without a word he smashes his lips into yours quietly letting out little moans and gasps as he picks you up taking you to his room he throws you on the bed hovering over you “hm you look so good today” moaning while he’s kissing your neck “you too baby, wanted to have my way with you since i first met you” you moan against his touch not knowing this as you thought you guys were just friends with the occasional flirt “take your clothes off princess wanna see you” he says throwing his shirt some where across the room, after hearing those words you have never done something quicker you were lying there naked while zack still had his jeans on he slowly started kissing down your stomach reaching down to your bare dripping pussy “this wet already baby? hm someone’s needy” saying with a grin before you could answer he dived into your pussy sucking your clit making you scream out in pleasure “hm zach more baby please” he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you sucking and licking your clit, you could hear his tiny little moans and the vibrations coming off, “could jared eat your pretty pussy like this baby?” he says hint of jealousy in his voice you shake your head unable to focus “words princess” he says picking up his pace “no! daddy you do it better than anybody” you say about to come until he stops what he’s doing and looks up at you “what did you just call me?” you now are very embarrassed yet the words come out you couldn’t stop it “d-daddy” he smiles looking at you “fuck princess i cannot do this i need to be in you” you sigh then spreading your legs for him as he unbuckles his belt letting the cold air hit your core “fuck gorgeous such a good girl for daddy” he says slipping into you, he’s massive so much bigger than you thought “fuck daddy your huge” that just gives him a boost and he starts picking up the pace, “oh baby you don’t how long i’ve wanted to do this” he says moaning in your ear “me too daddy needed your cock for so long hmm” screaming without a care who heard you “your mine princess” you moan at the words nesrly making you cum alone “all yours daddy” you say trying to fight for breathe “what princess didn’t quite hear you?” ramming into harder and deeper “i’m yours daddy all yours!!” shouting even louder before he utters “good girl” as his thrusts get sloppy “where do you want me beautiful” without even thinking you say “in me daddy i’m on the pill” he does a couple more thrusts before you both are cumming the hardest you ever have, nobody has ever made you feel this way and you loved it, he pulls out of you now all cocky “that prove it to you huh” saying all confident “wasn’t even that good” you say smirking “hm i wish i could believe that but your moans and words say different gorgeous” he says before getting something to clean you both up.

as you were laying there he says “i meant it you know” you look up at him confused “your mine now, not letting you go” you just kiss him as you fall asleep tangled up together.

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[ilycosy]

being tara's friend and starring on the podcast!! getting borderline wasted with her and zach during the show and drunkenly admitting you'd have a threesome with the two of them <3

ive been putting this off bc of motivation but x. x we finally got our zachyummy x reader fic !!!! who cheered :3 ??

fyi it's a little implied that tara n reader have alr slept together <3 js for the simplicity , also it's a little choppy at the end but it's js bc idk how 2 end it <//3

you felt a little warm as you sipped on your beer, watching tara banter with zach. you and tara have been friends for years, meeting each other because of jake, but you had only met zach a couple of months ago. you got along well with him, you just weren't as bubbly as tara was.

tara giggled and leaned her head onto your shoulder, listening to jared ask a question. "out of all your friends," he says with a giggle, his face a little red from the beer. "who would you be most likely to sleep with?"

you glanced at tara, watching as she wrinkled her nose and said nobody while zach tried to pry for more. in a split moment of drunken confidence you blurted out, "well, zach, but i think id want tara's emotional support there too." you barely finish the sentence as you feel embarrassment rush through you, zach already whistling and giggling into the mic.

it was the first time tara had glanced at you back that night, smiling to herself as she finished off her bottle.

by the time the podcast ended, tara was offering everyone over to her place knowing that jared had plans. seeing that you and zach were free, you both agreed to come over. huddling on either side of tara in the uber that she ordered, she talked idly so the ride wasn't awkward.

you probably should've noticed that tara was getting touchier and going past the friendly flirting, but you were too tipsy to process. only noticing the tension when tara had backed you into zach, your eyes meeting his equally shocked and flushed face.

you would've felt more shame for how fast you allowed tara to do this if it didn't feel so good, her lipstick smearing against your jaw and face while she left comforting kisses. her hand threaded in zach's hair as she kept him in place, his big hands keeping you spread as he took turns from teasingly licking you and completely working his tongue into you.

"jesus christ woman," he huffs, pulling you closer by your thighs. causing you to slide down so your head is resting in between tara's legs. "i can eat them out myself, get your claws off of'm." he makes no effort to pull away from her hand, which makes her pet his hair.

you sniffle, whining as he continues eating you out. pressing rough kisses against your clit before sucking it, you can tell he's grinding onto the couch from the shifting. "fuck, zach you need to get more fingers in," tara mutters, moving her hand away from his head so both her hands could cup your tits.

he barely lifts his head to see what he's doing before he's listening and slipping in a finger inside, looking up to watch your face screw up and admiring tara's tanned skin against yours.

"good enough for you, ms. yummy?" he asks teasingly, pressing kisses along your thighs and up your stomach as he works in a second finger. "shut up, zach." is all she says before giggling and pulling him into a kiss, both of them whimpering into the kiss as you're trying to keep your eyes open to watch.

[mattybstqrn]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝? - 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 

warnings: smut, cursing, hickies, unprotected s3x

this is my first time writing smut like this.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 (𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞) 𝐬𝐞𝐱 

                                       𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝❞

Y/n Sturniolo is the older sister of the famous Sturniolo triplets.

Except she was famous before they were and moved to LA way before they did, where she decided to pursue her dreams of becoming a photographer.

She pursued her dreams and became a famous photographer; she photographed thousands of famous people, her brothers included. 

If they were famous, she had most likely taken pictures of them. For example, she took pictures of Sam and Colby, Jake Webber, Tara Yummy, The Kardashians, Selena Gomez, etc.

Some of them were for stores, merch and others but some of them were just for her Instagram.

She had also been taking pictures for movies and shows, but only part time, or she just stood around in case they needed some extra help.

Sam, Colby, Jake, Tara, Carrington etc. were all friends of hers that she met from her job, and they had been for quite some time. She had also taken some pictures for the dropout's podcast merchandise.

She had heard of Zach Justice and Jared Bailey, along with their ex-cohost Indiana Marasa. 

In fact, she had met Zach Justice and had been invited onto the podcast, since she was their photographer. 

The two really hit it off, but Zach's jokes left her flabbergasted, he had come up with them so fast, just on the spot, some of them felt as if he had just been waiting to use them for a while, they were just so weird, inappropriate, and funny. 

It was one of the reasons why she fell in love with him, and her reactions were one of the reasons that he had fell for her.

She had also become famous for uploading her amazing pictures on TikTok, twitter, etc. and for writing short stories. 

She wasn't a perfect writer, but she tried her best and people seemed to really like them. 

Y/n currently sat on the couch of her shared house, with her triplet brothers in LA. The four decided to buy a house together so they could all stay close in LA.

They combined their money and bought a huge house for the four of them. 

Y/n decided to text Zach.

Zach💖- Zach

Y/n Sturniolo - Y/n

Y/n Sturniolo Hey! *message delivered*

Y/n Sturniolo are u busy? y'know what just text me later

You look at your contact name and your kind of pissed. You and Zach have been dating for a few months now.

But you guys didn't tell anyone because you knew how overprotective your brothers were.

So, you guys decided to hide it and even though there was a heart next to him name, you did that with all of your guy friends, and you even told them that, so they didn't suspect anything.

You let out a soft sigh, you didn't want to blow up his phone, especially because you knew that he was most likely busy. 

So, you turn your phone off and watch tv for a few minutes, until you hear your phone ring. 

You pick it up to see a text from Zach.

Zach💖 I was busy but I'm not now. what's up?

Y/n Sturniolo you should come over no one's home😁

Zach💖 be there in 10! *Y/n Sturniolo hearted this message*

Y/n look down at your phone with a smile. 

Zach had been so busy recently that you rarely saw him, you heard from his almost every day, but you hadn't seen him for almost a month.

You then put your phone on the side table and turning your attention back to the tv with a smile as you waited for him to come and within 10 minutes he was here.

She jumped up from the couch when she heard the doorbell ring causing her dog, Bingo, who she's had since she was 21, to bark. 

"Bingo be quiet!" you exclaim; you open the door to reveal Zach standing there in his leather jacket and black jeans.

"See it's just Zach!" you tell your dog before engulfing Zach in a much-needed hug.

 You squeeze him into a tight hug. "I missed you," you exclaim pulling away to slap his shoulder.

"Oh, well I'm sorry that I have a life," he jokes causing you to once again slap him.

"Fuck you!" 

"Fuck me?" he questions with a teasing tone and a smirk.

"Sure," you squint at him, Zach then lifts you up, causing you to let out a yelp and wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you over to the couch with Bingo following after you.

Zach then body slams you onto the couch causing Bingo to bark, you shush him as Zach hovers over you with a small smile. 

"Where are your brothers?" he asks, "I don't know," you shrug.

"But I woke up and they were gone," you smile.

"Great soooo that means I can do this," he tells you before bringing you into a passionate kiss, you immediately kiss back smiling in the process.

Slowly dragging him down on top of you, he gently bites your lips causing you to smile once again. 

Zach then starts to take off his leather jacket, which you were fine with, but when he tried to take off his shirt you stop him.

"We can't." you tell him in a whisper, "What?" he questions confused.

"We're not allowed," you reply, "Not allowed? to have sex in your house...?" he asks trailing off in confusion.

"Not down here," you tell him with a small smile causing a huge smirk to grow across his lips. 

"Atta girl."

Zach then stands up, picks you up in the process, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving his leather jacket downstairs. 

Zach pushes your room door open not pulling away from your lips. 

He slams the door shut, before slamming your body onto your bed. 

Your lips move in sync, crashing like waves. 

The fiery feeling between your legs grew as he squeezes your hand while kissing you deeply.

You place your free hand on either side of his face as he brings your hand down gently pecking it before lifting his shirt over his head.

A smirk makes its way onto your face as you lean up to kiss him but just as you do your door slams open revealing Matt and Chris.

You jump away from him to see your brothers standing in your doorway with a disgusted look on their faces and Zach's leather jacket in hand.

Chris screams in disgust causing Bingo to start barking.

You mentally curse to yourself before asking, "What're you guys doing back home?"

"What are you two doing?" Chris asks disgust filling his tone. 

"None of your business!" you exclaim throwing a pillow at them because they ruined your moment.

"When were you gonna tell us that you two were dating?" Matt questions, raising his eyebrows.

"Uh, I don't know... never," you state with an obvious tone.

"Why not were your brothers?" Chris asks with a furious tone, "Because you act like this!" you shout in anger.

"Also, you guys are so overprotective," you add with sigh.

"Look... I don't care who you date," Matt says, "Me neither," Chris agrees with a nod, "Neither do I," Nick adds poking his head in the room causing you to smile.

"Just as long as he treats you right," Matt finishes, "Yes sir," Zach salutes causing you to roll your eyes.

"And as long as you guys don't have sex in the house," Chris adds on with a shrug, "Yeah because no one wants to hear that," Nick agrees with a tight-lipped smile.

"Get the fuck out!" you softly chuckle with an eye roll.

Nick was the first to get out, Matt following after.

"Just don't do anything, you know you're not allowed!" Chris tells you as you stand up push him out.

Snatching Zach's jacket, then slamming the door in his face with a fake smile before locking it as Chris yelled on the other side.

You then turn around to face Zach, "Were still doing it... right?" he questions, "Duh," you reply before throwing his jacket at him.

You then run over to Zach sliding across the floor to where he sat at the edge of your bed.

He pulls you into his lap bringing you into a kiss. 

You roughly kiss back as he interlocks his fingers with yours, squeezing your waist with the other.

A breathily moan leaves your lips at the tension.

You wanted him.

You needed him... 

Now. 

Right now.

You pull away and kiss down his neck leaving pink-Ish purple love bits.

 His head tilts back in pleasure giving you more room to do whatever you please.

You kiss down his neck all the way down his neck and to his collarbone, "Time to get rid of this," you mutter with a sigh referring to his shirt.

You help Zach pull his shirt off, you then kiss down his bare chest, slamming his body onto your bed with one hand before planting kisses all over his chest.

Letting your hands explore his body.

Zach moans in pleasure as you reach his pants slowly unbuttoning them, "Shh, we can't get caught," you whisper.

"Yes ma'am," he nods with a smirk.

You smile up at him gently licking your lips before sliding his pants off causing his dick to let loose.

Getting up to straddle his lap leaning down to kiss him until he roughly flipped you over, so you were under him, and he was on top.

"You just always have to be on top, don't ya?" 

"I just do it better," he smirks.

"I know," you sigh causing him to smile.

"You have too much on," he sighs, "Let's fix that," he smiles before practically tearing your clothes of and tossing them onto the floor leaving you in your underwear and bra.

"Still too much," he sighs in disappointment.

Zach then unclasped your bra and removed your underwear, "You're soaking wet, sweetheart," 

"Only for you," you state. 

"Your turn," you smile.

Zach hovers over you, quite literally on his knees for you, you slip out from underneath him and slowly remove his boxers.

You stare down at him before laying down ready for him to ruin you, but when he pauses staring down at you lean up.

"Zach. I need you." you whisper into his ear gently placing you hand on his dick.

And with that he became harder, you took matters into your own hands and began to go down on him, sucking his dick.

His moans grew louder and louder as he started coming. 

Swallowing it while glancing up at him.

Once he was done laid you down, "I'm gonna make you feel so good." he spoke before going down into your clit.

His tongue dancing inside your clit causing you to moan in pleasure.

You glance down at him before arching your back and moaning as his tongue went in as far as possible.

"Fuck," you moan, gripping the pillows beside your head.

Zach the pulls away teasing your clit with his finger before pulling away completely.

He then aligns himself up with you and then roughly entering your clit causing you to moan.

"Shh, or I'll stop."

you nod as he slowly pulls out, "Got it?" he questions, you nod once again. "I need words, baby."

"Y-yes," you stutter.

He then slowly slips his dick back into you before roughly thrusting in. Your back arches as you let out a quiet moan.

His thrusts speed up causing your moans to get louder, you reach for the nearest pillow and place it over your mouth as you start to cum.

"Fuck!" you loudly moan out into the pillow; Zach removes the pillow from your mouth wanting to hear you.

"Wait for me," he whispers, you hold yourself back waiting for him.

He leans down pressing a tender kiss to your lips, "I'm coming," he moans causing you to let go and cum with him as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Me too," you moan out in pleasure. 

Zach then pulls out throws himself down beside you, catching his breath as you caught yours.

You got yourself wrapped up in a blanket, glancing over at him.

Laying on his chest in silence.

"That was amazing," you breath out, "Tell me about it," he sighs with a nod before glancing down at you and wrapping you up in his arms.

"I love you," you announce with a sweet tone glancing up at him with pure love and passion.

"I love you too," he says smiling down at you and pressing a sweet and tender kiss to your forehead.

Cuddling into him and pressing a kiss to his neck.

[banquetwriter]

would y’all read a jared bailey fic bc I REALLT WANNA MAKE ONE LMFAOOO

[hayleythesugarbowl]

if someone were to ask me what my goals and aspirations for my writing are (no one’s asking): literally just zach justice. writing for zach justice.

bc his humor is something that should be studied and i want to attempt to emulate it. my toxic trait is thinking i could nail his personality.

chat do we want zach justice, or tara yummy, or jared bailey fics on here? because ngl they’re all hot as hell and i’ve been on a dropouts kick. is there a community on tumblr? there’s gotta be there’s a community for everything on here. 🎀

[hauntedxchris]

Beach baby (part 1)

chrissturniolo!x fem!youtuber

summary: you fall inlove with a youtuber, your a girl and get alot of hate because of it but chris makes it better <3

fluff /angst / possible smut in other parts!! <33

"who's my celebrity crush? oh i love this question! chris sturniolo, like from the sturniolo triplets? he's pretty cute." you say on your stream, hoping it wouldn't affect the fandom of her and the triplets.

"uhh no we've never met, i'm just a small youtuber and started like a year ago. i do know tara yummy as you all know, i was in the trap house before we all split. i know she and nick are texting back and forth!" you say as the comments go crazyyy.

"oh i gotta go y'all, have an amazing day and see you on wensday for the video" you kiss the camera and stop the stream.

as the day starts to end, you go on tiktok to see edits but what you didn't expect is ship edits with you and chris.

user: "oh my godd y/n and chris🤭"

user2:"they should meet already!!"

christophersturniolo: "who's the y/n everyone is stalking me about?"

user3: "CHRIS KNOWS WHO Y/N IS NOW!!"

matthew.sturniolo: "yall what's her ig?"

tarayummyy: "MY BSF AND CHRIS??"

nicolassturniolo: "YOOOO SHE'S SO PRETTY!!"

christophersturniolo started following itz.yn.

matthew.sturniolo started following itz.y/n

nicolassturniolo started following itz.yn

nicolassturniolo: are you the actuall y/n?? I've heard sm about you, i was in your stream last night!

itz.y/n: no way😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 i litteraly love you guys so much!! i didn't know you were in my stream last night?!

nicolassturniolo: we all were y/n! chris might've blushed when you talked about him🤭 but anyway, we should meet up sometime with tara!!

itz.y/n: first of all, yes. you me and tara should meet!! and two, CHRIS SAW ME TALKING ABOUT HIM????? couldn't care to comment😔

nicolassturniolo: we'll talk later we're about to film, me and tara are meeting up tomorrow at my house, come around!! *adress*

itz.y/n: see you then!!

the next day, you got ready for tara to pick you up. you and tara called last night since she knows about the crush on chris. you've known her for what, 7 years and you've always let her know if you like someone.

"BITCH IM HERE" tara yells from downstairs, you gave her an extra key to the house since she's always here.

"UPSTAIRS!!" you yell back.

"come onnnn we have to hang out with nickkkk, also chris and matt are gonna be there." she says as you choke on water.

"and nobody cared to tell me?" you say.

"uhhh well i don't care, you look hot by the way. LET'S. GO." she says and takes your hand to the car as you two drive to the triplets house.

not to forget, CHRIS IS THERE. the person you liked for over a year.

"y/n are you nervous?" tara teases you.

"tara shut up!! im about to meet fucking the sturniolo's? and chris!!!" you groan.

"whomp whomp, get over yourself. maybe he'll fall inlove with you aswell!" she laughs.

"i hate you so much tara." i smile

"i love you too hun!" she smiles back as she puts on silence between songs by madison beer.

"oh did you know madison and the triplets are friends?? you're one step closer to madison now!" i smile at tara.

"oh shit, nick is close with madison right?" she says.

"yesss she's such a sweetheart." i smile.

"okay get over your fangirling, we're here."

estrella speaks!!: MY FIRST EVER FANFICTION😭 you'll get more chapters don't you worry!! y/n and chris?🤭 i love youu

[apclyptc]

Zach justice would be so funny with the triplets

i agree! i think it would be fun to see him take them out of their comfort zone, because he definitely wouldn’t sugarcoat anything and just treat them like the 20 year old men they are.

BUT

just the thought of that dumbass fandom on tiktok being like ‘nooo poor triplets 😞 they’re clearly uncomfortable by zach like he’s being inappropriate 😢’

just imagining them tiktok fiends complaining that their content isn’t aimed towards the same audience and how they’ve ChAnGeD makes me never want to see that collab

but i also hope they eventually do as well. i need the crossover event desperately so more ppl start noticing how sexy my man zach is and there will be more and more edits of my podcast daddy

jus my two cents

[saffire-8888-halo]

☆Includes- smut, illegal substances, degrading, ect. Read at your own risk.☆

☆I am taking requests! DM me or comment what you would want!☆

☆Author's Note- It's been a long time since I last wrote smut or fanfiction. So I'm sorry if it's not the best. Overall I hope you guys enjoy it! :)☆

∆Drunk Dial∆

§~Everything has turned hazy. How many drinks have you had? You can't remember. All you do remember is Zach deciding to throw a killer party. Along with Jared ushering drink after drink down your throat. Speaking of which, where did Jared go? You look over to see Jared singing some slurred version of Barbie Girl by Pitbull on Zach's coffee table. Laughing hysterically you grab your phone. You only meant to hit record instead you hit call.~§

*Ring*~~~*Ring*~~~*Ring*

"Hello?"

§-Jake's groggy voice fills your ears-§

*Hiccup*"Ohhh hiiii j-...jakeeeey"*Hiccup*

"Y/n? Are you drunk?"

§-Jake asks with concern-§

"Hmmm... *Hiccup* lemme see....*burp*...yeah...*giggles*"

"I'm on my way."

§-Jake's voice rings out stern-§

"Wait-.."

§-Dial tone-§

§~You don't understand how Jake is going to find you. He has no idea where you are. Instead of worrying about it you down another shot of vodka. The warmth spreads from your throat to your stomach. You quickly forget all about your drunk dial to Jake. What feels like hours passes before you feel a rough hand on your waist. Startled, you jumped and turned around to see Jake. Wearing an ed hardy t shirt and black jeans.~§

"Jake?"

§-Your confused having forgotten you called him-§

"Come on, we're leaving."

§-Jake's voice deep and demanding-§

"But-"

§-Before you can hesitate Jake throws you over his shoulder. His hands gripping the back of your thighs to keep you in place. You try to wiggle out of his grasp but he's too strong.-§

"JAKEEEEEE put me down!"

§-You whine annoyed. Jake ignores you as he carries you outside. The air is cold against your exposed skin. Jake opens his passenger side door and sets you down gently but firmly. Buckling you up Jake walks over to the driver's side, starts the car, and begins to drive.-§

"Why did you get so fucking drunk!? Something bad could have happened to you?"

§-You can tell Jake's angry but what confuses you is he seems worried. You guys have been friends for three years. It's not like you've never gotten drunk before. Why does he suddenly care?-§

"Why do you care? I'm allowed to drink Jake."

§-You roll your eyes and Jake's hands grip the steering wheel. The veins in his hands showing through his skin more. You can't help but stare. Something stirs deep within your stomach. Suddenly it's a thousand degrees in the car.-§

"I care cause I don't want you to get hurt! I know it's hard for you to believe that someone can care about you but they can and I do!"

§-Jake stares way too intensely at the road. You know you should feel guilty but seeing Jake this way is doing something to you. Something that makes you feel the need to squeeze your thighs together and stare elsewhere before you do something you know you shouldn't. You know you should just apologize and let it go. However the other part of you wins the part that wants more of this side of Jake.-§

"Aww what you don't like the idea of some dudes hands all over me...is that it?"

§-You fake pout in a whinny mocking voice. A small smirk evident on your lips. Jake hands grip the steering wheel harder and his eyes narrow.-§

"Maybe I do."

§-Jake mumbles deeply through gritted teeth. The heat in between your thighs rises and you have to resist biting your lip. Maybe it's the alcohol talking or maybe you have felt this way about Jake all this time. All you know is you want his hands on your burning skin. Instead of making it obvious you decide to play dumb.-§

"W-...what?"

§-You gasp as Jake suddenly parks the car's on the side of the road. He reaches over his fingers gripping your chin pulling you closer.-§

"You fucking heard me!"

§-His hot breath blows onto your face as he speaks. Your eyes dart to his lip rings shining due to the streetlight outside. You can no longer help it and pull your bottom lip in-between your teeth.-§

"No... I don't think I did..."

§-You smirk knowing you're getting under his skin. Jake's other hand slides up your thigh, his fingers playing with the bottom of your skirt. Leaning his head forward Jake whispers in you ear-§

"Dressed up like a slut hmm? You're just begging for attention aren't you?"

§-Your eyes widen hearing Jakes words.-§

"So what if I am? In fact, maybe I was about to sleep with some guy before you showed up!"

§-You liked seeing the jealous side of Jake. His hand that was once on your chin slides down to your throat squeezing tightly.-§

"If you're going to be a slut for anyone you're going to my slut!"

§-Jake kisses down your neck to your collar bone bitting and sucking the skin. Being sure to leave a mark. Jake unbuckles your seatbelt. His hand that was on your thighs wraps around your waist pulling you closer to his chest making you lean over the center council. Jake moves your hair to one side and leans down nibbling on your ear-§

"Say your mine!"

§-Jake's voice is deep and demanding. Everything is happening at once the adrenaline making your heart race.-§

"Wh- what?"

§-You whisper confused. Jake flips up your skirt and slaps your ass. You gasp loudly as the sound echos in his car.-§

"Jake..wh-.."

§-Jake hand meets your ass again this time hard enough you feel a slight sting.-§

"Say it!"

§-Jake's voice is hoarse and hot against your neck. You hesitate and his hand slaps your ass again. This time your sure he's left a outline of his hand.-§

"I'm...yours"

§-You finally choke the words out. Jake slaps your ass for the final time before he undoes the belt and zipper of his jeans. He pulls his jeans down slightly. Jake reaches over, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulls you so you're hovering over his lap. His lips connect with your neck. His tongue sliding and his teeth biting.-§

"I'm not just making you say that you're mine . I'm going to make sure you feel it."

§-Jake says deeply. Jake quickly pulls your underwear down and without warning he thrusts his dick inside of you. You cry out loudly. Your head falling into the crook of his neck.-§

"Fuck...Jake"

§-You pant out. Jake's fingers dig into the skin of your hips keeping you in place as he thrusts deep inside of you. His dick hitting all the perfect spots.-§

"Such a good little slut...my slut..."

§-Jake groans as he kisses your shoulder. One of your hands is tugging on his hair lightly and the other is scratching his back. You moan uncontrollably. Jake's thrust are slow but deep and rough.-§

"Ye-...yes...only yours..."

§-You whimper out giving into him. Jake's being pleased with your words speeds up the pace of his thrusts. You throw your head back and Jake doesn't hesitate to kiss your exposed neck leaving a hickey. Which you later will realize almost looks like a J. You start to clench around Jake's dick getting closer to the edge. This causes Jake to moan.-§

"Fuck...y/n...your doing so well..."

§-Jake grunts out in-between thrusts-§

"Ja-...Jake..I'm close..."

§-You cry out feeling the heat in your stomach rise.-§

"Cum for me...cum like the good little slut you are.."

§-Jake words are all you need. Your eyes close and your mouth falls open as you moan repeatedly. Your cum dripping down Jake's dick and into his lap. Jake thrusts into you deeply a few more times before you feel his warm cum shoot inside you. Jake kisses your jawline, cheeks, and lips. Whispering sweet things into your ear.-§

"Never get drunk without me ever again please. I don't want you to get hurt."

§-Jake says while staring into your eyes-§

"I promise"

§-You pant still out of breath. Jake smiles and kisses you on the lips softly.-§

"I guess we are out of the friend zone then..?"

§-You say sheepishly and Jake laughs-§

"You think."

§-He replies with a big smile on his face. He wraps his hands around your waist and just holds you for a very long time.-§

§-THE END!-§

[i-like-writing-stuff]

the other five [ five hargreeves x reader ]

request: Hello! This is my first time desperately requesting a fic because the new season is SO bad 😭 Can you write a fic where the reader finds out about everything that happened between Five & Lila and then she gets taken away by one of the Fives at the deli and promising her that he’ll treat her better than OG Five (You can also add a part where OG Five finds out about this and lives to regret it)

a/n: AU where everything in that trash season was the same, except when five made the first jump in s1 he made it in his 32 yr old body bc i will not have y/n pull a zach justice (lmao)

even if lila did 😭😭

anyways basically everyone is the same age

i like to think of the five that comforts y/n as the five that explained everything to five in the last episode because that one literally felt like the five we were supposed to get, the five that was there all the first three seasons

sorry i cant stop trashing this season you guys 😭 i’m just so disappointed

summary: after breaking up with five, you make up with… well, five

part two

“Leave me alone, Five!” You yelled in despair, pushing the man before you away, “Actually, first take me back home, you psycho! I have nothing to say to you!”

“Y/N, please, just hear me out!” Five tried to reason with you, as if anything he would say could make your heart glue itself back.

You were standing in the subway station after Five had blinked himself and you away from the family- or what was left of it, watching him at loss of words. You didn’t recognize the man before your eyes, as much as you tried. You didn’t even have time to gather all your thoughts since there was yet another impending apocalypse on its way, so your mind was completely all over the place.

Five Hargreeves was not the same Five Hargreeves you fell in love with all those years ago. He was not the same man who had stolen your heart and made you feel like you were the most precious person in the world. He wasn’t your partner anymore, he wasn’t your lover. Your boyfriend wasn’t there. You looked at this person and there was a stranger, acting as if he was the same who had hugged you, held your hand, kissed you all those many times. You were questioning everything about him now.

“Take me back!” You yelled again, ignoring his same pleas, curling your hand in a fist, “I’m this fucking close to making you ash!”

As your pure anger got the best of you, you were ready to let your powers take over for a second. Obviously you weren’t actually going to hurt him, no matter how much you wanted him to feel your pain, at least physically.

You met him six years ago, during the first time you tried to stop the apocalypse. You were also one of the extraordinary kids, but luckily enough, Reginald Hargreeves didn’t manage to adopt you- more so, purchase you. You only met Five not long after he managed to time travel back to his family in 2019 after spending all those decades by himself. Before you knew it, you were dragged into the Hargreeves family and your relationship soon after developed.

Your six year relationship that was so merry a few hours ago. Now it was crumbled, trashed.

What hurt was that it was six years only to you. Five managed to block himself seven years away from you, only in the presence of Lila.

“This is so fucking stupid,” You scoffed, fighting back the tears in your eyes, “It’s fucking over! Do you want me to spell it out for you?!”

“I want you to listen!” Five didn’t give up on arguing, “I thought I’d never see you again!”

“You didn’t want to see me again!” You screamed, wailing your hands in the air, “Fucking save it- It’s over! I don’t want to ever see you again if we survive this apocalypse! You ruined our relationship, you ruined your brother’s marriage, family! For fucking Lila!”

You hated him absolutely. The mere thought of his infidelity, of the nerve to act as if he still loved you, it was all despicable.

You grew to love all of your boyfriend’s siblings, and also your nieces and nephews, even if you and Five were not yet married. You planned to be a part of the family officially, but still wanted to focus on your careers, you wanted to adjust yourself to your old life, back to your origins.

“Y/N, please!” He tried to step, towards you, but you started stepping away.

Thoughtlessly, because of all your anger, you just walked towards the first train approaching you, fully intending to be away from him at whatever cost.

“If you don’t want to take me back, I’ll fucking find my own way!” You hopped onto the train, watching as he tried to catch up with you.

But he was too late.

In hindsight, maybe it was not the smartest idea, but you were just so devastated nothing made sense to you anymore. You spent the past six years thinking that you are set for the rest of your life, now that the world wasn’t ending anymore. You reconnected with your family, you built a career for yourself and were living happily with Five, you had literally just finished settling yourself in the new house you bought together. You couldn’t understand how he could do this to you.

You couldn’t understand how Lila could betray your friendship either, especially Diego and their kids.

You tried to make it make sense, be reasonable- it was only a few hours to you, but they were lost in this subway system for seven years.

But then again, Five was lost in the future 45 years by himself and he didn’t give up on trying to return to his family once.

Now he did, he gave up on trying to return to you.

That’s definitely another aspect that stung.

“Fucking piece of shit,” You mumbled, as the train approached its first station, “How do I fucking get out of here?”

You stumbled out of the sub, taking in your surroundings. It was yet another crumbled down station, but if you were to be at least a tiny bit fair, it was maybe a bit better kept. You looked around curiously, trying to figure out where to go from now on. Your fire-based superpowers were totally useless in this situation, so you hated to admit that you were in a bit of a pickle.

You rolled your eyes, as Five rounded the corner and stopped in his tracks, watching you with widened eyes.

“You again?” You sighed angrily, “Take me back or get out of my sight, Five.”

Five raised his brows, putting his hands in his pockets curiously. He didn’t say a word yet, as a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He slowly stepped towards you, not taking his eyes off you once. For a split second, you stopped as well, sending that something was up.

You took in his features, trying to make sense of what was going on, realizing that he didn’t have a coat on him. He was wearing the exact three piece suit an black tie, he was wearing the same silver watch on his left hand, but he didn’t have his coat on.

“Y/N,” He smiled, stopping in front of you, “I never thought I’d see you again, more so here.”

“What the fuck is going on?” You calmly asked, over-analyzing the man before you.

His smile didn’t drop. It was a genuine one, a smile you hadn’t seen in a while. Things between you and Five were okay a few hours ago, but he hadn’t watched you with this look since you first met. His eyes were sincere, taking in every single feature of yours, traveling all over your body.

“I take it your Five danced the devil’s tango with Lila,” He sighed deeply, raising a hand to gently brush away your tears.

When did you even start crying?

Your mind was scrambled all over the place, but at that exact moment you couldn’t say another word. You just melted into his touch, feeling warmth. It really hadn’t been that long since Five touched you, but this touch felt different. His hand rested on your cheek, as his thumb caressed you lightly. His touch was so intoxicatingly sweet, sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m so sorry I’m a literal shitface in some other timelines,” He lightly shook his head, “I’m so sorry.”

“What is going on?” You asked once again, calmer this time.

For whatever reason, you relaxed in an instant. You couldn’t tell if it was because of his gentle touch or simply his presence. Ironic, since just ten minutes ago you were ready to set him on fire.

“Come with me, my love,” Five said, grabbing your hand in his, “I’ll explain everything.”

You didn’t fight his touch, locking your fingers with his. None of you said a word, as you watched you hands fit so perfectly in one another. How could your relationship be over when you were so good together?

You followed Five through the subway station, rounding the same corner he appeared from. You watched as he turned his head to give you a reassuring smile, lightly squeezing your hand in comfort.

After a few more steps and going down a couple of stairs, you widened your eyes seeing a literal deli tucked away in this godforsaken out of order subway system. The headlights above the front entrance were lit up, writing Max’s Delicatessen. You saw inside a huddle of people as you entered, gathering everyone’s attention.

When they all turned to look at you, you literally couldn’t tell whether you or the huddle of people was more shocked.

They were all Fives.

There was music playing inside, as the deli was full of different versions of your boyfriend, whether they were customers sitting at the tables, drinking coffee or having a meal, reading the newspaper or having a chat. There were also other Fives working around, waiting tables or cooking in the back.

Nonetheless, they all stopped to look at you.

“Yeah, yeah, Y/N is here, carry on, you guys,” The Five that was holding your hand waved the others off with his free hand, “She needs a moment, stop being creeps.”

“I can’t tell if this is a dream come true or my worst nightmare,” You said, looking around the deli, as Five guided you towards an empty booth.

You sat down as the other picked up again whatever they were doing, still watching you with the corner of their eyes. Five took a seat in front of you, still holding onto your hand on top of the table, using his other hand to rub small circles on your skin.

“I am not the Five that dragged you here, in case you didn’t tell yet,” Five managed to say, “But I’m pretty sure that you did, since I know you’re smarter than he gives you credit for.”

“He did mention that this subway system is the knot to multiple timelines,” You sighed, as Waiter Five set down two cups of steaming coffee on the table.

You watched him curiously, as he looked yet again exactly like Five, wearing just a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, with a black tie, pantsuit pants and a server apron around the waist. He smiled at you warmly, setting down two small packs of sugar and a creamer.

“I’m sorry, my love, we don’t have any Irish Capuccinos around here, since you’re the first Y/N to set foot in here,” He apologetically smiled, “I can only get you a shot of whiskey, if you’d like.”

Of course they all knew your favorite coffee.

“Make it a bottle,” You said, cracking a smile for the first time, causing him to chuckle, before walking away to attend to your order.

“I can’t begin to explain how much I missed your smile, darling,” The Five before you said, as you turned back to him, “The Handler got to the Y/N in my timeline,” He added, as sadness took over his eyes, “I missed you so much.”

“I can’t understand how you’re the same Five that fell in love with Lila,” You said, before quickly adding, “I mean- technically, you’re not, but still.”

“Everyone around here is a different version of me, from a different timeline,” He said, “I’m one of the many that didn’t go down that road.”

“Thank you, I guess,” You laughed, making him smile again.

What a sweet smile it was.

“When I lost you, I was a total wreck,” He confessed, as you couldn’t help but place your other hand on top of his, “I love you so much, Y/N, I could never hurt you like that no matter what. This is all such a fucked up turn of events, but when I saw you coming out of that train, my mind froze.”

“I love you too, Five,” You said, “But I need to wrap my head around what is going on- Everything is insane, I mean I’m right now in the middle of yet another apocalypse, I just found out that you love Lila and there’s just so fucking many of you.”

“I know, my love, I know,” Five nodded, “I wouldn’t dare to ask you accept everything so fast, I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“Can you just… hold me?” You asked, watching as he didn’t waste another second and got up to slide ne t yo you in the booth.

Wrapping one arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest, he used his other one to caress your hair. You nuzzled your face into his shirt, taking in his scent, as you felt a wave of certitude wash over you. Five held you tightly into his arms, embracing you after years of your absence. He was grateful to have you in his arms once again.

And he was not about to let go anytime soon.

“I’ll always hold you, my love,” Five muttered, peppering small kisses in your hair.

The Five from your timeline watched from behind the window as you took comfort in his arms, but not exactly his arms.

This was only the beginning of his lifelong regret.

[writtenbyan-aries]

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

Timeline | Zach Justice

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

Enjoy!

１１：３４ ＰＭ

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

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

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

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

“Do you want me to take your bags?”

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

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

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

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

A little too far, you thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

After flying all day, this felt so good.

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

１１：５４ ＰＭ

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

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

Zach looks up from the chair and nods.

You can’t help but smirk, “hm.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

１２：１０ ＡＭ

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

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

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

No, no.

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

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

１２：４７ ＡＭ

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

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

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

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

０２：２６ ＡＭ

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

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

０３：０９ ＡＭ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your back to his chest.

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

０３：３２ ＡＭ

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

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

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

Nothing.

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

No response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gasp, “What took you so long?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

０３：４８ ＡＭ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

０４：０２ ＡＭ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zach swearing is such a turn on.

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

０４：１１ ＡＭ

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

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

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

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

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

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

０４：２６ ＡＭ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

04:45 AM

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

０５：２５ ＡＭ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, babe.”

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

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

０６：３６ ＡＭ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[stilessp]

OMG I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR THIS MAN

(no but seriously i’m in love finna book a flight and go to his house) 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[iveleftitwithyou]

adjustment | edward cullen x reader

hey besties!!! this is me finally (partially) fulfilling the request for reader visiting Bella from Arizona and becoming Edward's mate! i really tried to keep this in one part but it's definitely going to end up being two or three because i write too much. writing Edward is difficult when you're not a 108-year-old brooding man, so i hope i did him justice. anyways, hope you enjoy!

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

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it was a dreary day in Forks, like it almost always is. the patter of raindrops on the windows, the whir of the espresso makers, and the quiet chatter of the baristas and other patrons made the small coffee shop a popular place when the skies decided to open up on the small town.

Edward was sat at a small two-person table in the back corner of the shop, back to the wall as he alternated between reading his copy of Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time and people-watching. it was all so interesting to him - the way the humans gossiped about their least favorite coworker or vented about their relationship issues. he wasn’t necessarily interested in the actual stories they told, but in the gravity of them. these issues were so small, so easily solvable, and he chuckled internally as he wished that Jennifer from accounting not leaving him alone in the break room was his biggest problem.

a soft chime rang through the small shop as the door opened and a figure ducked in quickly, obviously trying to find solace from the rain in the warm structure - Isabella Swan. he knew her from school - she was part of Mike Newton’s pack. pretty, but unremarkable, like all of her peers. the other girls in the pack, Jessica and Angela, evoked the same feeling as Isabella (and the rest of the school, for that matter) did: disinterest. he didn’t care to read her thoughts as she began to decide her order.

Edward often considered his sibling’s relationships; Rosalie and Emmett were a perfect match, the stereotypical beauty queen and jock. and Alice and Jasper were perfect for each other (of course, Alice knew that from the beginning). but he was all alone. it periodically crossed his mind that he should feel sad about this, but he never did - not until the coffee shop door opened again and she walked in.

she couldn’t have gone to school with him - he was sure he would have noticed her. the girl slowly closed the coffee shop door, looking relieved when her eyes found Isabella standing near the counter.

relieved?

it was at that moment that Edward realized there was a complete lack of thoughts coming from her. he watched as she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, staring at the chalkboard menu posted above the register. it was apparent the girl was having thoughts, he just couldn’t hear them. Edward tried his best to focus solely on the girl, to hear anything from her, but he continued to come up short. how could this be?

he observed as the girl ordered, smiling at the cashier and handing him a stack of one-dollar bills. he handed her the change, and she dropped it all in the tip jar below. she and Isabella retreated to a small table to wait for their drinks, chatting about people with names Edward didn’t recognize.

“did you hear that Chelsea Kennedy is pregnant?” the unfamiliar girl gossipped, leaning in as she spoke.

“what? who’s kid is it? Tyler Fisher’s?”

“that’s the thing - it’s actually his brother Zach’s!” the sound of the girls’ laughter filled his ears as he eavesdropped. it was hard to do when you have stronger hearing than most.

he still couldn’t get a read on her. Isabella’s mind was alive with visions of the three protagonists of their conversation, picturing the pregnant girl and who he assumed was the brother holding hands in the hallways of what seemed to be her old high school. still, nothing from the other girl.

maybe he just needed to be closer to her. he’d never needed proximity before, but he was more willing to hold onto hope that that would be the solution than admit that his gift didn’t work on this one girl.

before he knew it, he was up from his chair, approaching the table. “Isabella? i’m sorry to bother you, but i was wondering if i could ask you a question about the Romeo and Juliet essay for Mr. Banner’s class?”

“it’s just Bella, but, um, sure- yeah, what’s up?” she was stunned that he was speaking to her. she was well aware that he rarely initiated conversation with anyone. why is he talking to me? does he think i’m cute? oh god, my hair is probably so messed up from the rain. i hope he doesn’t think-

he cut her thoughts off, patience wearing thin as he still heard nothing from the girl across the table. “i was just wondering if you thought symbolism was a strong enough literary device for me to discuss in my essay. i’ve been going back and forth between that and foreshadowing.” he put on his best human-pleasing voice and smile, maintaining eye contact with Isabella. of course, he knew there was plenty of symbolism in the play, and he would have no problem writing about it for the essay.

“there’s a lot of symbolism in the play. i think you should go with that.” she replied simply, thoughts still reeling as Edward tried to ignore them. finally, he thought, he was able to turn his attention to the other girl.

“i’m sorry, let me introduce myself, i didn’t mean to be rude. my name is Edward Cullen. i haven’t seen you around here before. what is your name?” the same human-pleasing demeanor was on full display now.

the girl blushed in - embarrassment? shame? nervousness? he didn’t know, and it was killing him. “my name is y/n. it’s nice to meet you.”

“ah, y/n. that’s a beautiful name. how do you know Bella?” he remembered to call her the right name this time. of course, he had already figured out the pair likely went to school together before Isabella moved to Forks, but he figured he should let her tell him that.

“we went to high school together in Phoenix. my parents are moving to Japan for a year for my dad’s work, so i’m staying with her and Charlie until they get back.”

“you didn’t want to go with them?” he didn’t mean to pry, but he couldn’t help wanting to know more about her. he couldn’t gather anything from her head, so he had to verbalize his curiosities, which was mildly infuriating.

“no, i like it in america. plus i missed Bella.” she didn’t make eye contact, fidgeting with the corner of her paperback copy of The Great Gatsby.

“i see. that’s a great choice in book, by the way,” he smiled insincerely, deep in thought as he excused himself from the conversation. “well, i have to get going, but it was great to meet you. i guess i’ll see you around.”

with that, he returned to his corner table, packing up his things hastily and exiting the shop.

[mattybstqrn]

ᴾᵀ.¹ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞

Female Reader x Zach Justice

warnings: cursing, sexual jokes made by Zach ofc, kissing, making out, hickies.

requested!

❝𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.❞

Y/n Y/l/n is just a normal girl who so happens to be best friends with the Tara Yummy, a friend who became a famous YouTuber, they had been friends since they were in the eighth grade.

They had met when Y/n moved to where Tara lived (idk where that is) and went to the same middle school and high school. 

The two had met through a friend and became the best of friends.

They still talk to this day. 

Tara then decided to invite her best friend onto the podcast she was on, dropouts, with her co-hosts Zach Justice and Jared Bailey. 

Zach had been looking for a new guest to have on the podcast and thought it'd be a good idea to invite her best friend. 

Y/n immediately agreed and prepared herself by watching the podcast and paying attention to Tara's costars.

From what she had watched Zach seemed like a sarcastic asshole and Jared seemed like a sweetheart and Tara just seemed like Tara.

Y/n and Tara were very similar. They said and did similar things.

They both loved to party, drink, and talk, they both were in love with Sugar.

 Y/n patiently waited for the days to pass till she could meet these guys and see her best friend. 

After a few days passed she had finally reunited with her best friend after a few months. 

╰•★★ ------------------ ★★•╯

The next day you woke up bright and early to get ready for your day. You took a shower, brushed your teeth, washed your hair, styled your hair, made some breakfast, and then waited for Tara.

She had decided to come pick you up from your house so you could spend some time together before you meet her friends.

You waited in your kitchen until you heard the doorbell room causing you to shoot up and out of your seat.

Running to the front door revealing Tara and Sugar.

"Hii!" you shriek in excitement to see the both of them, "Oh my god, hi! it's been forever!" Tara exclaims, placing Sugar down on the floor.

Tara pulls you into a tight hug, you immediately hug back squeezing her.

"I missed you so much!" Tara says with a huge grin.

"I missed you too, we need to hang more," as a smile makes its way onto your face.

"Yeah, we do," she nods, "But we have to go before we're late and Zach yells at us," she adds with a tight-lipped smile causing you to laugh.

"Let's go," you state grabbing your phone and purse before walking out the door with Sugar and Tara following after you.

You quickly look the door before you and Tara run over to her car and take off to Zach and Jared's house.

"So, how've you been?" you ask as Sugar sits on your lap causing you to pet his head, "I've good, a little busy, but now that I'm not we can hang out." she tells you.

"Actually, there's a party that I got invited to, you should come with me, it'll be like old times," she adds.

"I don't know..." you trail off.

"C'mon it'll be fun," she begs with a smile.

"Okay fine, how could I say no to a party?" you question, "What time is it?"

"9 o'clock" she responds.

╰•★★ ------------------ ★★•╯

After quite some time of driving to Zach and Jared's house and catching up with Tara. You guys finally arrived. 

Tara rang the doorbell as you and Sugar walk around so he can use the bathroom.

Once he did, he slowly walked over to Tara with you trailing behind him with his leash in hand.

The door opens to reveal Zach Justice.

He was a lot taller than you excepted, way taller than Jake, Tara's ex-boyfriend, which you were not expecting, like at all. 

Hotter in person too.

That was a teeny tinny detail that you didn't mention to Tara.

She had asked about your impression of the boys on camera, and you did not mention that to her, but you did tell her everything else.

"Hi, how are you?" you greet with a smile, looking up at his tall figure. "Pretty good," he nods, "How are you?" he asks, "Good," you nod in agreement, sensing an awkward tension.

"I-I'm Y/n," you breath out trying not to stutter. "Zach," he says sticking his hand out, "Yeah.. I know, I-I mean I watch the podcast and Tara's told me a lot about you," you correct yourself.

"Y/n's more of a hugger." Tara reminds him, "Right," he nods opening his arms for a hug.

You lean closer into him and pull him into a short hug, you could smell the cologne linger on is shirt. 

You wondered if he put it on for you? you were probably looking into too much, but your teeny crush on him had grown and you were kind of hoping that was the case.

You two pull away, letting your eyes linger on each other's before he invites you in with a small smile.

You walk in with the two plus Sugar following close behind.

As Zach and Tara greet each other with a hug you glance around his huge house. It's pretty big, as you look around you see Jared.

The one you've heard so much about. "Hi," he greets with his signature smile, "Hi, Y/n," you say returning the smile, "It's nice to meet you," he tells you reaching for a hug.

"It's nice to meet you too," you smile into the hug. "Let me give you tour, yeah?" Jared offers, "Yeah sure," you nod with a smile.

Jared then starts giving you a tour, as you follow him around with Sugar. "And this is my room," he stops, you nod as you look around, "Very nice," you tell him.

Smiling at him, "Alyssa should be here any minute," you nod, following him downstairs to see Tara and Zach standing in the kitchen, just talking.

"Just so you know, Zach's jokes are gonna be..." Jared trails off stopping on the last step, "So I've heard," you tell him, remembering everything Tara warned you about.

"Just wanna say I'm sorry on his behalf in advance," he smiles, "It's okay, honestly, I not the type to take something small to heart," you tell him before walking into the kitchen.

Just as Jared told you to sit down the doorbell rang, Jared walks over to the front door opening it to reveal Alyssa.

Alyssa walks into the kitchen waving to everyone but mainly greeting you with a hug and a smile that you return. 

You two start a small conversation, everyone was just talking have a good time until Zach announces, "Great, now we can start,"

 Tara rolls her eyes walking into podcast room, "Y/n you sit in Tara's seat today," says Zach as he walks in.

You sit down in Tara's seat as everyone else sits in their original seats, minus Tara who sits beside you.

"Zach you might wanna help Y/n," Jared points out.

"Oh right," Zach replies standing up, walking about two steps over to you to help you with your headphones making sure they're good.

"Is that good?" he asks holding onto the headphones just in case you need any more help, you glance up at him and nod, "Yeah," staring deep into his eyes.

You awkwardly clear your throat once he pulls away taking his seat.

The cameras then start rolling and Zach starts talking, "What's up guys? welcome to episode ### of dropouts. This week we have Tara Yummy's childhood best friend, Y/n."

"Hi," you awkwardly say not knowing what to say. Zach then introduces the Patreon telling everyone to go subscribe.

"Little Alyssa you better play the intro music or I'm gonna snap your neck," Zach threatens Alyssa causing your eyes to widen.

Tara hums along to the intro music as you awkwardly bop your head, smiling at Tara as she dances.

"So, Y/n how long have you known Tara?" Zach asks getting straight to the point, "Since the eighth grade," you answer.

 "Now why did you become friends?" he asks squinting his eyes, "Honestly just because of her personality," you tell him with a shrug.

"How did you become friends?" he questions, "Well, we had a mutual friend," going to continue but Tara buts in, "Who we are no longer friends with," Tara points out.

"May I ask why?"

"She was fake," you answer as Tara nods in agreement, "Luckily we met before we found that out," you add.

"But we basically met through her, and we really hit it off, we became really close and then when we later found out that this friend was fake, we continued to be friends," 

"Yeah, and now we're best friends," Tara smiles, "Yup." you smile back looking at her with adoration.

Zach then asked about this friend, you let Tara explain watched as she talked.

"The way that Y/n looks at Tara is like an old married couple just admiring her wife," Zach cuts in, "Y/n looks at everyone like that," Tara shrugs.

"Like what?" you question not knowing what they were talking about, "We talked about this before," Tara tells you.

"The way you look at... anyone, really, is just like so adorable, your eyes are just filled with like, love, you just have those eyes," Tara explains.

"I see it," Jared nods.

"Yeah, like whenever you're really focused on someone talking, you just look like you're in love," Tara explains.

"I love my friends," you shrug, "I know and that's why you have that look on your face right now," Tara smiles.

"You're telling me she looks at everyone like that?" Jared questions, "I guess so," you shrug.

"Well, no, it depends, she looks at most people like that but if she really, really likes you, like if she has a crush on you, she's gonna look at you like she's in love, but if you're just a friend or best friend, like me, she'll look at you like that," 

Jared nods and Zach speaks up, "Should we bring in a celebrity crush?" 

"Uh, no." you immediately shake your head with a stern tone causing Tara to laugh, having an idea on who it is.

"Who is your celebrity crush?" Tara questions, "I'll tell you later," you tell her in a whisper as Tara lets out a laugh.

The podcast continues with questions, sexual jokes, and Zach just being Zach.  

╰•★★ ------------------ ★★•╯

The podcast was going really good, Zach made a few sexual jokes, leaving you shocked, but you didn't mind them, you honestly thought they were hilarious.

So, you tried your best to respond and see if you could push Zach and piss him off or shock him.

"It's hot in here," Tara complains, fanning herself with her hand, before adding, "The sexual tension in here is really making me sweat," 

You send her a look already knowing what she's talking about. 

Zach had been either very good at joking or he was definitely sending you signals, he was smirking, winking, making those jokes. 

It made you a little delusional and think he was seriously flirting with you, but that was just his persona, so you knew it might've just meant nothing.

"Yeah, we should probably turn on the AC," Jared nods causing you to roll your eyes.

You turn back to Zach to try and see what he's thinking. You're very good at reading people and you figured you'd be able to read him, but he just flat out said it.

"I mean if you see sexual tension, maybe we could y'know," Zach says jerking his head in your direction, causing your eyes to widen in shock as he winks.

"Wow," you breath out, freezing at his words.

"You broke the poor girl," Jared tells Zach.

"I'm just suggesting," Zach shrugs, "Y/n!" Tara shouts getting your attention.

"Mhm?" you hum, "You okay?" Zach asks, "Yeah," you nod.

"Just..." you trail off trying to find the right words, "Disgusted?" "Annoyed?" Tara and Jared ask.

"Flabbergasted," you correct.

"Most people are," Zach nonchalantly shrugs.

"I see that..."

"You wanna see something else?" Zach questions glancing down at his pants, causing your eyes to once again widen.

"Should we leave?" Tara asks, "Yeah, that would be great." Zach deadpans, "Um, so yeah, anyways, Y/n?"

"Yes, Zach?"

"How you liking the pod so far?" Jared questions, "Um... it's good," you hesitantly reply, glancing at Zach.

"Got something else that's better," Zach butts in with a small smirk. "Zach!" Tara exclaims in disgust.

 "C'mon man. She's never gonna want to come back," Jared tells Zach with a stern tone. "She'll be coming alright," Zach nods.

"Holy fuck man!" Jared shouts. "You're fucking disgusting," Tara mutters into the mic, holding it close.

"I know," Zach nods, taking a sip of his water. 

"Y/nnnn" Zach sings into his mic, "Yes Zach?" you question completely out of it, as you think back to Zach's comments.

Visions of Zach hands wrapped around you run throughout your mind.

His hands lips travel down your neck, making you let out breathily moans of pain and pleasure. 

 He looks deep into your eyes before pulling you into a kiss.

You kiss back, breathing heavily as his hands travel from your waist down to your ass, squeezing it hard, causing you to gasp.

He kisses down your neck and all the way down to your stomach causing you to squirm under him as he slowly starts to take off your pants.

"You okay? breathing alright?" he questions, drawing you out of your thoughts.

You snap your head in his direction, realizing that your breathing was heavy. The thoughts in your head felt so real that you couldn't even breath.

"Need some CPR? I'd be more than happy to-" Zach adds getting interrupted by Tara, "No!" she shouts.

"I'm okay," you tell him.

But you did not mind getting CPR from Zach, it would fill part of the void that had appeared. You guys continued playing the game you were playing, smash or pass.

The podcast soon came to an end. You had gotten to know a little bit about Zach and Jared, and their sex life's and they got to know a whole lot about you and your sex life.

Your sex life wasn't like Tara's, you didn't hook up with numerous of guys, you just stood home. Waiting for the right guy, to find you.

Or for you to find them.

Y/n set the headphones onto the black pole thing, letting them rest before looking around the room. Tara ran off to the bathroom, leaving you and the guys plus Alyssa.

Alyssa excused herself as she got a phone call. Jared left you and Zach alone sensing that Zach wanted to talk?

"So..." you trail off. 

"Did you like it? filming with us I mean." Zach questions.

"It was definitely... something.." you sigh with a shrug, "But I did like it," you add.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're a funny guy," you compliment with a smile, "Thank you," he smirks, making you immediately regret complimenting him because you probably fueled his ego.

"Can I get you a drink or something?" he questions, "Sure," you nod, following him into the kitchen.

"What would you like?" Zach asks, "Uh, water's fine," you shrug and nod. Zach grabs you a water bottle from the fridge and hands it to you, letting his hand linger on yours.

You stare down at your hands, admiring them together, before awkwardly pulling away.

You clear your throat wanting to ask about the jokes he made, wondering if they were just jokes.

"Zach." 

"Yeah?" he looks up.

"Did you mean anything by those jokes?" you ask.

Deep down when you walked through those doors and Zach first saw you, he thought you were the most gorgeous girl he had ever met, and he could not take his eyes off of you.

Zach made the jokes hoping you'd overthink and try to read between the lines, which you did. 

He wanted to get to know you and you had already had a crush on him. 

"Yeah I did." he nods with a small smile.

You look deep into his eyes trying to see if he's joking or lying, but you didn't see anything other than his smile, that melted your heart.

"And I want to get to know you," 

You let out a quiet sigh and nod, "I want that too,"

"So should be find out if you'll be coming back for more?" he smirks making your eyes widen in shock, but you decide to be bold and step forward.

You place both hands on the side of his face, dragging him down towards you. Your lips just centimeters away from each other's.

You draw him close and plant your lips on his. Zach reciprocates and moves his lips in sync with yours. 

His hands move from his sides to squeezing your waist, to roughly squeezing your ass causing you to let out a soft moan.

Meanwhile your hands travel from his cheeks to his neck. 

Zach hands cup underneath your ass, letting out a small grunt as he lifts you up with ease, you wrap your legs around his waist as you guys continue kissing.

He sits you down on the counter, fully making out with you.

"What about Tara or anyone else walking in?" you breath out, pulling away ever so slightly, "Shhh," he whispers, "Don't worry about that," 

Zach trails kisses down your neck until you hear a Tara yelling, causing you to jump back and almost hit your head on the counter.

"Y/n! we have to get going soon we have to get ready... for the party..." she stops as she walks in the kitchen to see you guys making out.

"Holy fuck." she mutters in shock and disgust before slapping a hand over her mouth. 

"Tara it's not what it looks like," you assure her causing her to give you a 'seriously?' look causing you to add, "Okay it's exactly what it looks, just let me explain."

"We eat off of that counter!" she cries in disgust.

"Sorry?" you apologize with a questioning tone and expression.

"I'll leave you two to sucking each other's faces off," she awkwardly gestures with her hands, excusing herself before making her way out of the kitchen.

Zach shrugs and turns back to kiss you, but you pull away, shove him and hop off of the counter, "I'm sorry, Zach but I feel bad, I have to go explain and apologize,"

You try to walk out, you felt bad, you had just made out with your best friend's other best friend, and you knew Tara was very understandable, but you couldn't not apologize to her.

She's your best friend and you just kissed her best friend and now you feel like shit.

Zach stops you, spinning you towards him, "You can apologize later," he lifts you up, into his arms before throwing you over his shoulder.

"Zach!" you slap his back as he carries you up the stairs and to his room. 

"Later," he tells you as he opens his room door.

He sets you down in his room before pulling you into another kiss. You kiss back, letting him take over which leads to him slamming your body onto the door.

You moan as his hands travel up your body, kissing his lips as he did. His lips trail down from yours and down to your neck, planting kiss everywhere.

"Zach," you moan as he sucks on your neck bringing a finger to your clit, teasing you causing your moans to become louder. 

He smirks against your neck causing you to push him back in annoyance, "Stop teasing me," you groan, "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he brings you into a kiss.

Your hands travel up his chest, tugging on his shirt, he gets your meaning and rips it off. You smile staring down at his bare chest.

Rubbing your fingers over his chest before getting on your knees and teasing him through his pants. You kiss all over his chest, subtly placing your hand on his bulge.

He sucks in a breath at that causing you to smile to yourself. Zach realizes what you're doing and picks you up once again throwing you over his shoulder and slamming you onto his bed.

You look up at him with admiration and adoration, "Stop looking at me with those eyes," he says. You smile and bring him into a kiss.

Zach pulls away and lifts you up, you look at him, "Can I?" he asks, you playfully squint, "Yes," Zach helps you lift your shirt up and stares directly at your boobs.

You lean into him, giving him a passionate kiss as his hands move to your waist, he leans back letting you straddle his waist.

Kissing up his abs, stopping on his lips, you help him take his pants off, and he does the same. You throw your guys pants on the floor and start making love leaving everyone downstairs disgusted.

[amberlynnmurdock]

Blind Faith (Ch. 13)

Chapter Thirteen: The Devil Has Many Disguises

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You take up Zach's offer to have dinner at his apartment.

WARNINGS: attempted assault, getting drugged, losing consciousness, side effects of drugs

A/N: PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! This was a tough chapter to write because I didn't want to write anything too crazy but also not anything not-crazy... this was always in the plan/outline. PLEASE be aware of what you drink when you go out! It's a crazy world. I know this subject can be sensitive. I KNOW. I took this seriously in school and something I always thought was I wish Daredevil was real so sick people could get the justice they deserve! With that said, I hope you like this update, because I can't wait for the next one!

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2 Corinthians 11:14-15 And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.

Office of Nelson & Murdock

Rain pattered softly against the windows of Nelson & Murdock. It was a quiet and calm day, completely opposite of what you felt inside. Inside, your heart was racing at the thought of your plans tonight, your mind felt like you were thinking a million different things at the same time, and in the pit of your stomach was an excitement you hadn’t felt since the beginning of summer. 

A week had gone by since the Bar dinner, and Zach was successful in his attempts to ask you out on a date—was it a date? Tonight, you were to go to his apartment just a little uptown to have dinner and discuss all things LSAT and law school. What really won you over was his genuineness, even over the phone. 

Gone was the slightly cocky, sure-of-himself lawyer you met at the dinner. Instead, Zach actually seemed shy and sweet on the phone. He blamed his attitude on the alcohol, which you’ll admit, you blamed yours on that as well. If you were comfortable enough to come to his apartment, he offered to have dinner there and show you his library of law school books and whatnot. 

“Excited for tonight?” Karen asked as she walked past your desk to drop off a few files for you to input into the system. She smiled and sat on the corner of your desk, pushing a strawberry blonde strand behind her ear. 

“I am,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks turn hot. You spoke in a low voice, so Matt or Foggy couldn’t hear. “I mean, a free fancy dinner and LSAT help? It really can’t get that much better for me right now.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a good time,” Karen said. “Text me, though, if you feel uncomfortable at all or if the date seems to be going wrong, or if he just grosses you out. I’ve had my fair share of dipping on dates early.”

You laughed, “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t go down like that.” 

Karen told you more about the files she dropped on your desk—most of them didn’t have to be put in until Monday, and instead you could use most of the day to read and learn them first. Foggy came out of his office, whooshing past you and Karen, and straight into Matt’s office.

Matt locked himself in his office all week, seemingly avoiding any small talk or conversations. He must’ve been busy with his cases—there were a lot more coming in this week—or so you thought. No, Matt’s mind was occupied with something else, something that’s been slowly eating at him since the Bar dinner last week. 

He sits in his office quietly, one earbud connected to his Orbit reader, the other trying not to eavesdrop on your conversation with Karen, but who was he kidding? He knows Zach has been reaching out to you the entire week, trying to invite you to his apartment for dinner… but something wasn’t right. Matt didn’t know what it was, but something didn’t feel right. 

So what did he do? What he does best—investigate that annoying, hard-to-ignore intuition. Earlier this week, he decided to pay a visit to Landman & Zack on his lunch break without telling anyone. Like clockwork, Zach’s been calling you right at 1:00 p.m. 

Matt was able to listen in from the third floor of Landman & Zack’s building, from the inside of a broom closet, all the way up to the 10th floor where Zach’s office was.

“Hello?” 

“Miss __,”

“Is this Zach?”

“It sure is,” he chuckled lightly over the phone. 

“How can I help you, Zach?” 

“Well, I—I haven’t stopped thinking of our meeting at the dinner last week. I was wondering if I could see you again.”

“You were, were you?”

“Yes,” Zach said, with a hint of impatience only Matt could hear. “I was.”

“Hmm.”

“I was serious about the LSAT help, but I was also thinking we could combine dinner with that, at my apartment uptown?”

“I’m not usually one to go to someone’s house on a first date.”

“None of that,” Zach shook his head. “I just want to help, that’s all. And treat you to dinner, of course.”

It wasn’t the way Matt could hear Zach tapping a pencil on his desk, or the way Matt knew the palms of his hands were sweaty that was off-putting, but it was the way Zach’s heart was beating when he spoke those last few lines to you—about wanting to help.

He was lying. 

And since that moment, Matt’s been contemplating what the right thing to do was. So, by locking himself in his office and avoiding your presence, he thought the answer would come to him—well, it was clear, but it was a matter of whether he should ignore it or not. He listens to you as you gush to Karen about your plans with Zach tonight. He doesn’t realize how tightly he’s clenching his jaw until Foggy walks into his office, seemingly picking up on what your plans are. 

“Hey man,” Foggy greets casually, “can we talk?” Matt leans forward on his desk as Foggy shuts his door. 

“What’s up?” Matt asks. 

“I didn’t want to ask to be weird, so I figured I’d come to you. Did—what happened at the Bar dinner last week? We sort of talked about it, but I don’t think I got the full scope,” Foggy explained, gesturing to you and Karen. 

Matt sighed and ran his hand over his cheek in annoyance. “We ran into an old colleague of ours,” Matt said with a forced smile, “Zachary Zack.”

“I gathered that, but—is—don’t tell me that asshole is coming onto her,” Foggy said. He runs his hand through his long blonde locks. “That guy got everything handed to him at that firm because of his father! And now, he thinks he can just cozy up to one of our employees and bribe her to leave us?”

“He’s not bribing her, Fog—he’s trying to win her over, see her—I don’t know,” Matt said exasperated. “You should’ve heard him at the party. He’s the same pompous asshole as he always was.”

“What, you mean like ask her out on a date?” Foggy asked with concern. “He asked her out, and that’s what she and Karen are talking about?” 

Matt nodded his head slowly. Hearing it said out loud caused Matt to feel an uncomfortable rush in his chest. He hands turned to fists as he took a deep breath. 

“He gave her his number at the party. I’m assuming she must’ve messaged him because he’s been calling her every day. Yesterday, he finally asked her to dinner at his apartment and to help her with the LSAT.” 

“Jesus…” Foggy sighed. “I mean, I don’t want to scare her or tell her what to do, but Zack was bad news back then. I wouldn’t want him to hurt her or take advantage—what’s his intention?”

“I don’t know,” Matt said cooly. “But I do know he lied to her about wanting to help.”

“Lied—how do you know?”

Matt sighed and took off his dark red glasses. 

“The other day, I took my lunch and decided to go to Landman & Zack, right before I knew he would call her. I…listened to their conversation and could hear Zach’s heartbeat. He was lying, Foggy,” Matt whispered. “I don’t like that.” 

“What should we do?” Foggy asked. 

“Not we,” Matt shook his head. “What am I going to do.” 

“God Matt,” Foggy shook his head, “you really think it could be that serious?” 

“I don’t know,” Matt answered. “Just to make sure she’s safe, I’ll follow her. That’s all. If he seems fine, then I’ll leave. Maybe his heartbeat was a product of nerves asking her.”

“Maybe,” Foggy said. “Well, be careful. And make sure she’s safe.”

Matt nodded as Foggy left the room. He sat there for a moment, thoughts swimming in his head—he thought of the last night you banished him from his life, as the man in the mask, as Daredevil, as your savior. He thought of the very first night he ever met you, the first night you shared on your rooftop. This wasn’t about his feelings for you anymore, or his heartache, or yours—it was about making sure you were safe. 

⠋⠁⠊⠞⠓

Entering the last case in the system, you nervously watched as the clock finally struck 5:00 p.m. Karen was gathering her bags and jacket and Foggy was almost halfway out the door. He stopped in Matt’s office for something and then wished you a good weekend, and to be safe. 

“You too, Fog,” you smiled. He looked at you with a soft expression before heading out. Karen walked by your desk to wish the same thing. 

“Let me know how it goes,” she said quietly. “Great job today, by the way.”

“Thank you,” you blushed. “Have a good weekend!” 

She said goodbye to Matt and shut the door quietly. You finished typing your last sentence before you began to pack your own things up. 

Zach said to come by his apartment anytime after work, so you weren’t going to put pressure on yourself to get ready in a rush. Though, you did want to get there at around eight o’clock. 

As you were about to head out, you noticed Matt was still sitting at his desk, hunched over a pile of papers, running his fingers over the braille. He was so concentrated, you weren’t sure if you should slip out or wish him a good weekend. He may have felt your presence, you weren’t sure, but he looked up behind his dark red glasses as you stood in the doorway. 

“Heading out?” Matt asked. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Just wanted to say goodbye and have a good weekend. Got any plans?” 

Matt chuckled a little as if to say, me, plans? 

“Not really,” Matt answered. “Think I’ll take this weekend to relax, maybe catch up on work.”

“You’re always working,” you smiled and spoke softly. “Why don’t you take a break and actually relax?” 

“I take a break, the cases pile up even more,” Matt said. “Do you have any plans?” 

“Not much going on. I am—I’m going to have dinner with that old colleague of yours, Zach?” You told Matt. “Took him up on his offer to help me with studying. He’s making dinner, too.”

“Hm,” Matt replied, “that’s good. A date?”

“I’m not sure,” you laughed nervously. Telling Matt these things treaded weird territory, but you felt comfortable enough to talk to him like this. You remembered that night outside of Josie’s when you confided in him about your savior. “What was he like? When you worked with him, I mean. How was he?”

Matt shifted in his seat. You wanted to say never mind, but then he started to speak. 

“He was… loud.”

“Don’t hold back now,” you smirked. 

“He was a little pretentious. I don’t know if you know, but his father is the elder Zack. I never worked that closely with him, but everyone knew who he was.”

“Hm,” you answered thoughtfully, “why did you and Foggy leave?”

“We didn’t agree with how they ran their firm,” Matt said. 

“Interesting,” you replied. “Well, I guess I’ll let you know if he’s still pretentious.”

“I’m sure not much has changed,” Matt laughed, “But I hope it goes well. I really, really do.”

With that, you smiled once more at Matt, before leaving him alone in his office. 

⠋⠁⠊⠞⠓ Uptown 8 PM 

Zach’s apartment was a little bit uptown, but not much. Just like you were stunned at the venue of the Bar dinner, your reaction to his apartment was no different. On the 12th floor, his apartment had a beautiful view of Manhattan, especially at night—the building lights twinkled as you looked out his giant living room windows. He had an open floor plan, so when you first walked in you basically saw almost all of his apartment. To the right was a kitchen with a white marble countertop, and to the left was a small dining room with the same countertop. In front was the large living room, and beautiful large windows. 

He was in his kitchen, keeping an eye on the linguine he was boiling. That and the shrimp in the pan smelled delicious. 

“Like the view?” He called from the kitchen. Separating you was his large living space, with a tan suede moon crescent-shaped couch. The ceiling had a diamond chandelier and a glass coffee table. You were happy you opted to wear a white silk shirt and matching skirt. For some reason, you had a feeling his apartment would be minimalistic and classy. 

“I do,” you answered, “but nothing I haven’t seen before.” 

He laughed as he stirred the pasta. “Guess the view of the city all depends on where you stand. Wait til I show you my library.” You looked at him—he wore a white button-down shirt and khakis. His blonde hair looked more warm in the lighting. 

“The library,” you repeated. “Where all your law books are?”

“And even more,” he smiled brightly—his chiseled smile caused goosebumps to form on your arms. “Do you want some chardonnay?” 

“Please,” you accepted his offer. He turned the stove on medium heat before grabbing a brand new bottle from his separate wine cellar. Bringing out two large wine glasses, you watched as he poured you the cold, golden liquid. 

“Say when,” he said, catching your eyes. Your heart leaped. 

“When,” you smiled. 

Zach raised his glass—you mirrored him as the wine glasses clinked. He held your gaze for a moment before you both took a sip of wine. It tasted sweet. You blushed and looked away. 

Suddenly, the pot on the stove overflowed. Zach immediately turned the stove down and took the lid off the pot, scratching the back of his head. 

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, “I’m not much of a chef. Why don’t I show you the library now?” 

You laughed, sort of caught off guard by how he seemed unsure of himself. Taking another sip of wine, you nodded your head. 

He walked you down a narrow hallway in his apartment. At the end of the hall was a glass door, away from the view of the city. When Zach pressed a light switch on the wall, the room lit up a soft glow and your reaction was similar to the first time you saw the giant blue whale hanging in the middle of the Museum of Natural History. You were in awe.

“The rest of the collection is at my dad’s,” Zach laughed as he watched you gape in the room. Against each wall were bookshelves lined with the most beautiful leather-bound books. Between blank spaces were the scales of justice, or a mini statue of lady justice. At the front of the room was a long mahogany desk with two lamps on either side and a quill and ink bottle for style. You gravitated towards it, running your fingers over the smooth wood. 

“Where are the LSAT books? Could we take a look?”

“When dinner’s over and we have some more drinks in us,” Zach smiled. Part of your heart fell from disappointment, but it made sense to not rush into what you came here for. Plus, you were really hungry. And this wine was delicious. 

By the time you made it back to the kitchen, you finished your wine. You took a seat in a golden chair at the marble table and looked at this side of the room. There was a long mirror against the wall and some house plants in each corner. Zach wasn’t much for decorating, you could tell. 

With his back to you in the kitchen, Zach poured you another glass of chardonnay. He brought you your glass before he went back and prepared two plates of shrimp linguine. You drank from the wine glass and started to feel that familiar buzz wine gave you. 

“Dinner’s served,” Zach smiled as he sat in the seat next to you. It smelled delicious—you wasted no time twisting your fork in the pasta and taking your first bite with a small piece of shrimp. 

“This is amazing,” you breathed, “wow.” 

“Thank you,” Zach nodded, “it's a recipe from my grandmother. It goes perfectly with the chardonnay.”

“It really does,” you said, taking another sip of the wine. “I’m actually not much of a wine drinker, but I do enjoy it occasionally with dinner.”

“I love it,” Zach smiled. 

“So, I have a question,” you began. “What was it like working with my bosses?”

“Nelson and Murdock?” Zach questioned, “I didn’t work with them that closely. They weren’t even there that long. To be honest, they seemed a little too soft for this field.”

“Woah,” you said in defense, “these are my bosses you’re talking about—be careful, Zack,” you squinted your eyes playfully. Zach shrugged his shoulders, seemingly serious about what he was saying. 

“Being a lawyer isn’t all about justice. I learned that the hard way,” Zach said, “it’s more than just lady justice and good vs. evil. It’s a business. You’ll learn that in law school.”

You didn’t agree with what he said. The whole point of the justice system was to serve justice—it’s not all business and it’s not all money. 

“Maybe it’s business for Landman & Zack, but not for Nelson & Murdock,” you gently argued. 

“That’s why our building is on Fifth Ave and yours is off a corner in the Kitchen,” he said rather smugly. Not wanting to push the matter further—clearly, there was some weird tension between Zach and your bosses--you smiled and took another bite of linguine. 

After your next sip of wine, you placed the glass next to your plate, and there was something unsettling about the way the liquid splashed on the glass. You watched curiously as if in slow motion, as the cold wine splashed outside the wine glass and on the back of your hand. You felt an inclination to react, but you sat there, staring in confusion. 

“You okay?” You heard Zach’s voice, which strangely sounded muffled. Were you drunk already, after only one and a half glasses in? You knew wine could have this effect on you—your wine drunk was different from your tequila drunk—but why were you such a lightweight tonight? 

“Yeah,” you said or tried to say—your voice felt like it was a thousand miles away from you, and you were still staring at the glass and your hand covered in the sweet, sticky liquid. Did you even hear your voice? Were you going deaf? Where did this loud ringing sound come from? 

You watched as Zach dabbed your hand with a napkin. You flinched at his touch and tried to bring your hand close to you, but it felt like it weighed a ton. You couldn’t move it. It was like when your arm fell asleep from sleeping on it wrong—not even a pinch you could feel. Your eyes fell to your shrimp linguine, which suddenly was nauseating to look at, even smell. The linguine noodles looked like a bowl of just yellow, with a few orange dots that tried to be shrimp. You shut your eyes, blinked really hard, and opened them to feel even more dizzy. 

“Something’s not right,” you said weakly, so softly you weren’t even sure Zach heard you. Your tongue felt thick. Your heart started to pound, no, hammer in your chest—not a rapid beat from adrenaline, but an agonizingly slow and steady beat—you could hear it in your ears, your pulse, like a hammer was hitting your chest from the inside, telling you that something wasn’t right. An impending feeling of fear washed over you like an ice-cold wave, but at the same time, everything started to feel too hot. 

“Let’s lay you down,” Zach’s muffled voice said. You tried to get up from the seat but even that was too difficult. You could barely hold onto the armchairs. Zach expertly got up and pulled your seat out, lifting you from behind. You stood on your feet but nearly fell over the table. Your glass of wine spilled across the table, the glass shattering into pieces. “Let’s lay you down,” he says again.

“I don’t feel good,” you slurred. It was the strangest thing you’ve ever felt, a mix of terror and confusion. You were still wondering how you ended up so drunk, and why you suddenly felt a strong urge to go home. You could barely walk, let alone stand. Zach was practically dragging you to the long, suede couch. And you’re not sure if you tripped, but you flung onto the couch and landed on your side, feeling your whole body weigh you down like you were made of sand bags. Your heart was still hammering slowly in your chest, and you felt like you were sinking. Sinking into doom, into fear, into an abyss you couldn’t crawl out of. Sinking in a dream you couldn’t wake up from. 

The only way you could describe it was like being in the middle of a terrible, terrible nightmare—the worst you could think of—and just as things were about to get terrifying, just as whatever dream-maker had control over your dreams was going to commence the final act of doom, you think you will wake up to sweet relief and reality—except, the nightmare keeps going, and this is your reality. Tunnel vision now. You can barely see. 

“You said you wanted to lay down,” Zach appeared over your head now, his once-blue eyes now beady as he looked down at you. His fingers felt meaty as they forced you to look up at him. You furrowed your brows—I wanted to lay down? I asked?—you tried to wipe your hair out of your face but an unpleasant grip took your wrist and threw it above your head. You felt heavy, numb, powerless. 

“Shh,” Zach cooed in a sing-song voice, “it’s okay, you wanted this. Remember?” He’s leaning over you now, and you’re watching as he begins to unbutton your white shirt. 

You don’t remember. You don’t remember how you ended up on the couch, and his voice made you turn your face and push into the soft velvet cushion, away from him, an attempt to escape. An attempt to have any kind of control. To hide. 

And then suddenly, his body weight on top of you was gone, like an intense pressure on your chest immediately disappearing. 

You looked at the soft, suede, tan-colored couch. The sort of color that reminds you of old peeling wallpaper in a doctor’s office; uninviting, ugly, yellow and dry. Before, the color of this couch was ordinary—but with your cheek pressed against it and you lying on your side, you see the color for what it is. Boring, ugly, and something you absolutely hate to look at. And you want to hold onto anything familiar in your mind—a familiar feeling, a familiar image, but you can’t. You’re breathing heavily, and your eyes feel like they weigh a ton. You struggle to keep them open but now the room looks like it's spinning from the way you lie—like a washing machine. You see a figure in black moving around before black is simply all you see. 

Hell’s Kitchen 12 AM 

The first thing you wake up to is your uncontrollable shaking. It reminds you of a time when you were in middle school and you came down with the flu. You remembered being wrapped in a hoodie and sweatpants and socks, under thick blankets, and shivering like you were out in the cold. Your mom brought you chicken soup and your dad put on your favorite cartoon. There was a huge difference between then and now. You were shivering, but there wasn’t that familiar feeling of home. Only panic.

Your eyes shoot open and it takes you a moment to realize you’re not in a room you recognize—your eyes first land on dojo-type sliding doors, a soft glow coming behind them. You look around a little more, and there’s not much in the room except for a wooden armoire tucked in the corner and tiny windows in the front. Bright, neon lights shine through them before they disappear again. You shut your eyes once more. It’s then you realize you have an IV in your arm. A strange, tight pinch in the middle of your arm, on your most delicate skin. 

You shoot up in bed, shaking, and your head pounding. The bed you were in must be king-size, covered in dark silk sheets. Black or dark blue, you couldn’t tell. You’ve never slept in silk sheets before. At the edge of the bed are more folded blankets, and you immediately grab them, desperate for some more warmth. Throwing them over yourself, you immediately lay back down, cautious of the IV in your arm. Your teeth started to clatter. 

You’ve been wanting to avoid the only answer that brought you here. You didn’t even want to say his name, think of him, or that God-awful voice he used… 

Tears welled in your eyes—you can’t remember much other than that. You don’t remember how it happened, all you know now was you were in bed, with an IV in your arm. Tears streamed down your face, and the familiar hammering heartbeat started in your chest again. It wasn’t from terror, but sadness. You felt so incredibly sad, and you didn’t know why. Your whole body felt weak and cold. Your chest felt heavy. 

You jumped when you saw the dojo doors slide open slightly. Wiping your tears and holding your breath, you looked around nervously for a weapon to use against whoever stood behind the doors. 

You felt immense relief and confusion when you saw your savior step into the room—his room, you concluded. It had been months since you’d seen him, the lightness that filled your chest was telling you—that you missed him, so much. But what strange circumstances were you in now? 

“M-Mike?” God, even your voice was quivering and hard to mask. “What—you brought me here?” 

He was silent in his movements, his face half covered and in his usual black outfit. You were relieved it was him but confused all the same. Did he know where you were? How? Did he save you? 

Of course, he did. 

“Yes,” he said, slowly walking over to you. You flinched, for some reason, like second nature as he got closer. He stopped in his movements and held up his hands. “It’s me. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know,” you said in a shaky voice, pulling your knees to your chest. “I don’t know why I flinched.“

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “Can I sit next to you?”

“Yeah,” you answered weakly, more like a desperate plea. “Yes.” 

“Okay,” he nodded, and you scooted over a little to give him room. The bed dipped when he sat down. You stayed in your fetal position, shaking. You wanted to reach up and touch him, but you were all too weak. “How do you feel?” He asked, even though he knew the answer was obvious. 

“I can’t stop shaking like I have a fever,” you said. “My head is pounding. My throat is dry.”

“You do have a fever, but the IV is helping bring it down,” your savior explained softly. 

“Did you hook me up to it?”

He shook his head. “No. A friend did.” 

“Mike,” you whispered, “what happened to me?” Your voice cracked at your question, and your savior’s throat bobbed, like this was hard for him, too.

“Nothing happened to you,” he said softly. “I didn’t let him.” 

“Did he… I felt like everything was fine and then suddenly I couldn’t walk. Did he slip my drink something?” 

Your savior didn’t speak, he only nodded. “You’re experiencing the side effects now. It’ll be in your system for 12 hours, but the IV is flushing it out.”

“Oh my, God,” you cried, “oh my, God,” you cried into his silk pillow, feeling something tighten in your chest. You felt his warm hand on your shoulder, caressing your skin. You sobbed, hiccuping cries, and your savior stayed there, holding your arm. 

“__,” he said your name after your cries softened. “You’re with me.” 

You opened your eyes and wiped your tears, looking at your savior. Slowly drawing his hand away from you, he reached behind the back of his head and pulled his black mask loose. With his head down, he slowly drew it back and off his face, and you swore you couldn’t tell if you believed who you saw or if the drug's side effects were still in your system because you were looking at Matt Murdock right in his hazel-brown eyes.

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[hayleythesugarbowl]

ok now your hints have me curious who you’re writing for!! what fics are we talking?

i’m glad someone enjoyed my little hints!! you deserve a little sneak peak 🤭 i just got finished with a john nolan (from the rookie) fic and i’m in the process of getting that out. right now i’m working on a loooong tim bradford fic that’s different from anything i’ve written before and i’m excited.

at some point in the future (i can’t promise when that will be) expect a zach justice fic and a barney stinson fic!! i’ve enjoyed writing for some new fandoms and wading into new territory but i also can’t wait to get back to my usuals— we will return to your scheduled smosh fics soon

also! this is the perfect opportunity to say thank you all so much for 500 xx💋 it means more than you know that i get to have an audience for my silly little fics. expect lots of things coming out in the future!!