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riddler-green · 1 year

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I fell in love with your writing omgg:0 so Edward finds out that the person he likes (with whom he is obsessed lmao) is a fan of riddler and even has a crush on him 9v9

Te observo.

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

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

by the way i hope you like it! and thank you very much for the request! I think I got carried away so I'm sorry if it's not what you expected. (*^.^*)

warning: swearing, obsessive behavior, Fluff!

Words: 3,800

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until one day he unknowingly broke your heart.

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

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

But then came another problem named Edward Nashton.

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

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

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

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

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

>> Extraclassified Documents.zip

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

>>I swear, this is official information.

>>From KMTJ.

What?

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

>>From KMTJ.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How did you get this?

His follower responded at that instant.

>> I...

>>I work there.

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

>>? who are you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hahahaha, no.

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

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

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

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

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

That's fine with him.

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

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

It was you.

What?

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

No, this cannot be true.

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

It has a lot to think about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What has hands, but can't clap?

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

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

Let the treasure hunt begin!

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

What kind of mail can a mouse send?

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

I am close to you

but I know you don't know the truth

I am among your coworkers

and I know you can solve my clue

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

What can you catch, but not throw?

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

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

last riddle, but I haven't finished

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

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

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

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

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

but he doubts it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was worth the treasure hunt.

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

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

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ilycosy · 4 months

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🏹 — fandoms i write for

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

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

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

supernatural — dean winchester , sam winchester , castiel

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outer banks — rafe cameron , barry , john b

misc — luke castellan , lip gallagher

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hadesrise · 2 years

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𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.

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

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. clark kent x male reader

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

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

FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

Loving a superhero always had its own consequences.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I guess I’m tired of crying already.

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

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

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

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

And then, you remember what Martha said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You loved everything about him.

It was time to let go.

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is impossible.

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

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

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

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

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

God, this is impossible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one knows what would’ve happened if you weren’t there. He might have killed Batman.

Landing on a farm with one single house visible, just then did Clark let go of you so you could take a look around. Recognition flash in your eyes. This was Clark’s old home; you used to come here and visit Martha with Clark just to spend time with her.

Martha adored you from the moment you stepped into her house and you will forever be thankful to her for always being there for you and guiding you to a better path.

“I missed being here,” You spoke quietly with a soft smile. Clark had one on his lips as well. “We used to help Ma with the farm and have breakfasts, lunches, and dinners together.”

Clark gently takes your hand in his, giving it a squeeze. “Yeah... And we used to lay on the rooftop just staring at the sky, counting the bright stars while eating snacks.” You chuckle at what he said, Clark following soon after.

Turning to look at him, a single tear rolled down your cheek. You no longer felt empty staring into his blue eyes, instead being filled with warmth and love. Clark smiles sadly, guilt flashing in his eyes as he wipes your tear away with his thumb before cupping your cheek with the very hand that he used. You sigh and close your eyes to relinquish the feeling of his touch.

“I love you, Clark.” You mutter. “I couldn’t let you go.”

“Shh...” He softly shushed you, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. “It’s okay, love. I love you too. I’m sorry for leaving you here, I’ll never do that again.” Whispering, his eyes stared at you with reassurance.

You sigh again, shaking your head slightly. Clark frowns. “No. You can’t make promises you can’t keep, Clark. The world needs Superman, and we’d never know if something like that will ever happen again. Being Superman... Death is inevitable.” The heartbroken and sad look on your face shatters Clark’s heart.

It made him realize how much you didn’t take his death well. How it destroyed your life— you, itself. He felt guilty for making you go through all that pain and grief. Now, you seemed as if you don’t want to get attached to him just in case his second life ends in the same fate again.

There was fear in your eyes and it wasn’t small.

It was big, and extreme, and devouring you from the inside, and too much. Too much for your already ruined mental state.

“(Y/n), baby.” Clark softly called your name as he felt his heart clenching at the devastated look on your face. “I won’t let it happen this time, I promise. I’ll stay by your side forever. Just please, don’t stop believing in me?” He pleaded, caressing your cheek and the other hand gently squeezing yours.

Letting out a deep breath, you squeezed back. “I never stopped believing in you.”

Clark smiles at that before swooping you off the ground, your arms immediately wrapping around his neck with a small yelp. He laughs and begin walking towards the house, not caring that it’s already owned by the bank. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent that you always loved.

It feels as if all those times you cried, broke down, and mourned for him wishing he was alive is just imagination or a bad dream that you always wanted to wake up from ever since he died. Perhaps, Clark’s time isn’t yet to come.

But none of them mattered.

Nothing mattered but this moment; you and Clark, together, in each other’s arms once again.

And you’re ready to hurt anyone that threatens to take his life for the second time.

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broadstbroskis · 3 years

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Anything sweet with Willy?

we all deserve ALL the fluff after tonight; hope this is sweet enough! four times you take a picture of will + one time he takes one of you (or something like that, this is the most informal 4+1)

send me prompts!

one

Photography was a dumb elective class you took in high school, made worse by the subject matter. Honestly, you will never forget Miss Wollin telling you to gather sticks and rubber bands for your first photo.

But you’d fallen in love with it somehow anyway and it was certainly better when you had a subject like William.

You’d first met William Nylander through mutual friends, a pretty blonde classmate of yours dating an equally pretty teammate of his at the time until it had ended terribly, by which point a group of you had become so close speculating over when they would break up and how that you just...kept talking.

“What are you doing?” Will grins at you one night, a rare, free weekend night of his, when you’re all at a house party celebrating someone’s birthday. He’d spent the week traveling, called up to the Leafs, before being sent back down again, and you know the back and forth has been kind of getting to him, so it’s nice to see the smile on his face.

“Taking your picture!” You say, like duh. What does he think you’re doing with a camera in your hands?

He cheeses it up, kind of ruining what was going to be a perfect candid, but he’s so pretty it doesn’t even matter.

two

Auston Matthews skates by and you snap a picture. Besides Will, he’s the last of the Leafs rookies this season that you need to get one of today, their first home game of a new season- for some of them, their first home game ever.

It’s loud, it’s energizing, it’s exciting; you’re kind of surprised you even manage to get Will’s attention at all during warmups.

Will pulls a face at you and it’s unfair that someone looking cross-eyed at you can still look so attractive.

three

“What are you doing?” You whine, pulling the camera from William’s hands. “You’re going to break it!”

“How?” He protests, laughing. “You just push the button!”

“William!” You gasp, loudly enough that Mitch on your other side turns to look. “There is more to it than that!”

“Like what?” Will reaches for your camera again, even as you pull it further away from him. “Lighting? Depth? Focus?” You nod, even though he’s definitely teasing you, and he continues. “Aperture. Long exposure.”

“You are 100% just saying things you’re pretty sure are photography terms.” You call him out and then immediately snap his picture, at the look on his face when you catch him.

“You know what?” He says, pulling his phone out instead of reaching for your camera again. “I’m going to start taking your picture.”

“Why?” You laugh, but then he holds his phone up and you’re covering your face, realizing he’s serious. “Will! Oh my god!”

“Why?” He repeats, but lowers his phone. “Oh my god, you’re hilarious!”

four

Will’s birthday is a perfect day for day drinking, and just about everyone is perfectly tipsy by the time golden hour hits.

“Smile!” You tell him. You’re on the roof of some bar you can’t remember the name of right now, and he’s got a drink in his hand that sloshes out over his fingers when he turns to grin at you, throwing a peace sign up as he does.

You snap the picture even as you’re laughing, sure that when you develop it, it’s going to come out blurry.

But god, there’s golden light and then there’s William Nylander in golden light, and it’s almost frustrating how little justice a photo even does him when the sun hits him just right.

“Wait, lemme go again, I can do better!” Will cries, and you throw your head back laughing, even as you start preparing to take another, and another, and another.

“That’s cute!” Steph says quietly, next to you, and you don’t realize she’s talking to herself until the next day, when she sends you a picture from that moment, of Will laughing and you beaming at him like you’ll never see anything better.

plus one

You drop the picture off the day before Will’s due to return from Sweden, this shot of Will, Zach, Auston, and Mitch from Will’s birthday back in the spring all playing pong, framed in this dark wooden thing that goes so perfectly with the aesthetic of his condo, you’re pretty sure it’ll be months before he notices you’ve even put it there.

It’s about the farthest thing from what happens.

The day after he returns, he shoots you a text, asking you if you want to grab dinner that night, a typical reunion. He’s got a few places lined up he wants to hit when he comes back, seasonal menus he’s looking to get to before the season starts- the time is now for him.

“I see you left me a gift.” He grins, as the hostess seats you across from him. “Breaking and entering now?”

“It’s not breaking and entering when you have a key, William.” You tease. “I just really liked it. Now you have a nice memory of all of them.”

He gives you a look, laughing, but not unkindly. “I see them everyday, who am I supposed to be forgetting?”

“Yeah, but someday you won’t.” You say. “You’ll all get old and retire and just...life happens. And that’s what’s so great about having these moments captured!” You grin as he looks at you thoughtfully. “You’ll always be able to look back on them-what the hell?” You cry, as the flash goes off on his phone suddenly.

“Capturing a nice memory.” He says simply, looking down at the picture.

“We just sat down!” You try to reach for the phone, see what he could possibly be looking at with that look on his face. God, he must have gotten you mid-rant; what is your face even doing?

Will locks his screen and puts it on the table, making sure to meet your eyes. “Everything with you is a nice memory.”

That’s...a lot. “Oh.” You bite your lip.

“Yeah.” Will laughs, and any uncertainty you might have had about his intentions is eased when he presses his ankle against yours under the table and leaves it there for the rest of dinner.

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jamielea81 · 4 years

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Chapter 12

Description: You accompany your friends on a day trip to Animal Kingdom Theme Park where you meet Scott Evans by chance. This one afternoon leads to a year long friendship with both Chris and Scott over text messages and phone calls.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Little angst, lot of fluff. A curse word or two.

Word Count: 5,542

A/N: I know nothing about the lives of the Evans family and mean no harm. This is purely fiction and for fun. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! The tag list is now closed. Each chapter tends to get reblogged from me a few times, so if you’re following me, you can’t miss it.

*Italics are internal thoughts

Catch up with Chapter 11

A less drunk person would be more concerned that her old friend, kind of ex flame, and now kind of friend is sitting comfortably in her favorite chair in the middle of her living room. As if this is how one normally spends a Saturday night. But not you. Those last few shots really took the edge off. You were happily munching on tacos with the boys. Albeit making a mess, but you would have to worry about that tomorrow.

“I want mouse ears!” Chris fake pouted.

“Ya can’t! It’s a Sassy and Grumpy exclusive,” Scott stated.

“’Sides, you don’t have a nickname. Oh! Dork! Dork is your nickname,” you shouted.

“Dork is not my nickname,” Chris said.

“Yeah, even I think that’s bad,” Scott said, earning a shove from you.

“Should we watch a movie?” you asked.

You were tucked closely next to Scott and Zach on the couch while Chris sat in the upholstered chair on the far end of the couch from you.

“Princess Bride?” Chris asked, eyes hopeful.

“Nooooo. That makes me sleepy,” you whined much to Scott’s enjoyment.

He threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. “Does someone not want to go sleepy?”

“I just ate a bunch of tacos,” you sighed out, patting your stomach. “We should go swimming!”

“I don’t think so sweetheart,” Chris quickly said.

You stuck your tongue out at him. No one said you were mature.

“Buzz kill!” Scott yelled.

“Party pooper!” Zach added.

Chris apparently would be babysitting the drunks tonight. He did not see that coming when he booked his ticket late Thursday night.

With most of the taco mess cleaned up, you grabbed a few of throw blankets from your bedroom closet and passed them out. Zach was already out with his head laying against the back of the couch.

Chris queued up the Hangover. Poetic Justice? Maybe.

Scott had gone to the kitchen, mixing you a random cocktail of whatever he could find in your refrigerator. It wasn’t a good idea, but neither of you were thinking.

“Heeeey. What’s that?” Chris asked pointing at the two glasses in Scott’s hand as he takes a seat and passes one to you.

“Mind ya business,” Scott answers firmly.

“Do you both need to still be drinkin’?”

“Yes,” you answered simply enough, taking a long drink from the glass, promptly coughing at the burn. “Is this that raspberry shit?” you questioned Scott.

“We have to use it up,” he said with a shrug.

You closed your eyes and took another big sip, promptly sticking your tongue to the taste. Chris chuckled, shaking his head.

“You guys are idiots,” he said.

“Takes one to be one! Wait. Takes to be one to know one! Damnit!” you shouted.

“Takes one to know one!” Scott shouted.

“Thank you,” you said, laying your head on Scott.

“I got you girl,” Scott said.

“Can always count on you,” you said pointedly to Scott.

“Heeeey,” Chris chided.

Surprisingly Zach slept through all the shouting.

The movie played on with the three of you contently watching. Twenty minutes in, Scott zonked out, his head resting on Zach’s stomach. Both of them lightly snoring in tandem much to your amusement. The two allies had suddenly left you defenseless against the eldest Evans. You were in no state to talk to Chris and you really hoped he didn’t bring up the two of you dating again in your weakened brain capacity.

Maybe I should go to sleep.

Deciding to chug the rest of Scott’s specialty concoction, you quickly got up to rinse your glass in the sink before briskly walking into your room. You realized quickly that you were not staying in your own room, so you quickly backed out the door and into the guestroom.

“Night, Y/N,” Chris called out. You waved your hand, but didn’t bother to turn around.

You weren’t sure what time it was, having left your phone in the living room and not bothering to install an alarm clock in the guestroom. All you knew is you were sick. You woke in a cold sweat, body shaking, slightly disoriented as to where you were. You needed to get up and get to a bathroom before you made a mess on the bed. You cursed yourself for drinking so much just because Chris had shown up. This was mostly Scott’s fault by feeding you shots earlier in the day. The tacos and chugging that last drink were strictly the fault of your own.

On shaky legs, you got up from the bed, and slowly moved to the door, opening it with what little strength you had. You made it to the hallway but then your stomach started to turn. You quickly dashed across the hall to the bathroom, well, dash was a strong word. One foot was able to push off the ground with some semblance of agility before you other knee started to drop. You practically slid across the hardwood floor, scrambling on hands and knees to the toilet, promptly emptying your stomach into the bowl. You started to cry, always hating the way your stomach convulsed as if it was no longer connected to your body. A second wave of nausea hit when you felt a hand on your shoulder. The person kneeled beside you, brushing back the damp pieces of hair from forehead as you held onto the bowl for dear life.

It wasn’t until he spoke, did you know that it was Chris that was rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“I got you sweetheart,” he said softly.

The tears continued to flow as you dry heaved a few more times into the toilet bowl.

“Do you feel like you’re done?” he asked gently.

You nodded your head yes slightly. You were afraid too much movement would cause another wave of sickness.

Chris got to his feet, gently placing his hands under your armpits to slowly lift you up. Once you were off the ground, he held onto you with one arm and lowered the toilet seat with the other.

“Why don’t you sit down for a moment and I’ll clean you up.”

He helped you lower yourself to the closed lid before moving to the linen closet to grab a washcloth. He turned on the hot water and let it run for bit before soaking the cloth then ringing it out. Chris wiped gently around your mouth before bringing it back under the water again and ringing it out a second time. He ran the cloth over your forehead and then along your cheeks.

“Do you think you’re going to throw up again?”

“No, I think I’m done.”

Chris nodded his head. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

“I need to,” you point at your mouth and scrunched your face. Chris chuckled, moving back into the closet pulling out a bottle of mouth wash.

You got up gingerly, holding on to the vanity for support. Chris place an arm around your waist to keep you steady while you rinsed your mouth.

Although you were weak, you probably could have managed to get back to bed by this point, but Chris wasn’t letting you go. The two of you walked across the hall with one of his arms wrapped around your back before gently helping you settle on the edge of the bed.

“I really think we should get you changed; you’ve soaked through your t-shirt. You nodded in agreement.

Chris turned to the closest opening the accordion style doors before turning around to face you.

“S’not my room. The dresser in my room,” you said, pointing out the door.

Chris gave you a gentle smile before exiting the room. You heard him knock lightly before hearing the sound of muffled voices. You were still pretty drunk and still unaware of the time. In the morning you would be embarrassed, right now you just wanted to lay down and go back to sleep.

Chris came back in the room a short while later carrying another t-shirt and gym shorts.

“Let’s get you out of this sweetheart,” he said, setting down the change of clothes next to you.

He pulled at the hem of your shirt as you lifted your arms for him to pull it over your head. Chris kept his eyes on yours and you frankly couldn’t look away. Once the new shirt was situated, you stood up on unsteady legs and slid your sleep shorts down. Chris grasped your hands as you stepped out of the shorts. He knelt down to help put the new pair on as you rested your hands on his shoulders for support.

“You’re all set.”

You dropped to your butt, scooting up the bed to get to the pillow. Chris pulled the sheet and blanket over your legs and then brushed the palm of his hand over your forehead.

“Thank you,” you mumbled.

“I’m going to grab the trashcan just in case you need it,” he said while leaving the room. He was back a second later, setting it on the floor near your head. “I don’t want to leave you.”

“No room,” you said slight shrugging a shoulder.

Chris grinned, lowering his head and shaking it. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Okay,” you replied sleepily.

Chris came back in the room carrying two pillows and a blanket, setting them on the ground before leaving the room again. He entered again this time carrying two couch cushions, placing them on the floor on the other side of the bed before retrieving the pillows and blanket and laying down.

“Now remember, your trashcan is on that side, I’m on this side,” he said. You hummed in response. “Night sweetheart.”

You didn’t respond as your senses were coming back to you slightly with your emotions on the brink of escape.

“Y/N, are you still with me?” he whispered.

Tears started to sprout for the corners of your eyes. You held your breath, trying to pretend you were asleep, but it came out like a whimper in your drunk state.

Chris sat up, placing a hand on the mattress. “What’s wrong? Are you going to be sick again?”

It was dark, but your eyes had adjusted and you could almost make out his face. You attempted to hold back the tears once more but it was of no use.

“Sweetheart, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I-I’m sad at you,” you whimpered out, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

It was the best way to describe how you felt about the two of you. You weren’t mad, although you had been mad when you first saw the photos, you were generally just sad at the situation. Sad that the last two times you were supposed to get together hadn’t turned out.

“You’re sad? At me?” he asked. You nodded your head yes and closed your eyes. Chris got to his feet, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Baby, I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”

You opened your eyes, seeing that his face was much closer to your own. “It’s not all you. I’m just sad that this didn’t work out. It’s too hard,” you said between soft sobs.

Chris leaned forward, placing a kiss on your forehead. One hand wiped the tears from your cheeks. “Can we please talk tomorrow? I promise there’ll be coffee.”

You gave him a small smile and nodded. The two of you really needed to talk about your relationship. In the middle of the night when you’re still drunk is definitely not the right time.

“Okay.” He stroked your cheek again before pulling up the blanket to your chin. “Try to get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Goodnight,” you said softly.

“Night,” he said, going back to the floor.

It was morning, but you were still unaware of the actual time. The room was bright with the shades doing nothing to block the sun’s rays. You stirred slowly as the massive headache did not aide your motivation to get out of bed. Zach and Scott weren’t set to fly out until late afternoon, so at least you knew that you had not missed their exit. You were sure Scott would wake you anyway.

You remembered a lot of the night, well, mostly what had occurred when you woke up and found yourself sick with Chris taking care of you. The rest you remembered bits and pieces. Starting now, you were officially giving up drinking shots. You were much too old to drink all day, especially shots.

Leaning over the side of the bed you saw that Chris as well as the cushions, pillows, and blanket were gone. It was probably for the better as you didn’t want to have that conversation right this minute.

When is he flying out anyway?

After taking a few more minutes for yourself, you crawled out of bed and walked across the hall to the guest bathroom you found yourself very acquainted with last night. You brushed out your hair, washed your face, and then brushed your teeth. Showering could wait until later.

Taking a big breath, you opened the bathroom door and shuffled down the hallway to your living room and kitchen. Scott and Zach sat at the kitchen island eating pancakes while Chris maned the stove making more.

“Hi,” you said shyly. This was your house, but it felt odd to have other people living in it while you slept.

“Good morning, princess,” Scott said, getting up from his barstool. He pulled you into a hug and rocked you back and forth. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit. How about you?”

“Better now that I ate something.”

You hummed in response, leaving his embrace to place a hand on Zach’s shoulder before walking up to Chris at the stove. You placed a hand on his upper back while you went to stand beside him.

“Hey sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

“Massive headache, but otherwise I’ll live.”

“How many do you want? You gotta eat,” Chris added when you didn’t immediately respond.

“Just two.” He nodded, flipping over the pancakes that were in the pan. “Listen, thank you for taking care of me last night.”

“Of course,” he said, turning to face you. “I’m sorry you got sick, but I’m glad you were able to get some more sleep after.”

You gave his arm a squeeze before turning back and taking a seat next to Zach at the island.

Scott and Zach left your place at two in the afternoon. Scott whispering “good luck” in your ear after hugging you goodbye.

Chris and you walked back in the house, both heading into the living room sitting on opposite ends of the couch.

“So,” he started

“Thank you again for taking care of me last night. I drank way too much, though Scott is most to blame for that.”

“Why were you guys day drinking anyway?”

You chuckled softly to yourself. “Okay, um. Hmm. I’m pretty sure Scott was trying to get me nice and drunk because he knew you were coming.

Chris wiped a hand down his face but his lips were turned up in a smile. “Suppose I deserve that.”

“No one deserved that. Especially my liver. I still feel like dying.” You gave him a soft smile, grabbing a throw pillow and wrapping your arms around it. “So, why did you come out here anyway?”

It was an honest question. You had called off whatever the two of you were a week ago and then he shows up at your door.

“I wanted to see you and spend time with you. I know you want to go back to being friends and I will respect that, for the time being,” he said.

“Such a brat,” you said.

“Me? Me?”

You took the pillow in your hand and wacked him with it.

“Well, I am happy to see you. How long are you staying?”

“A few days?” he asked. “Didn’t exactly book a return flight.”

You shook your head and scrunched up your lips at him.

“Well,” you said, clapping your hands together. “We need groceries. And you do realize I have to work.”

“It’s fine. Told you, I’m your pool boy,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. “Besides, I get you for breakfast and dinner. And I’m just realizing how dirty that sounds.” He said chuckling.

“Oh my god! Such a brat,” you said shaking your head once again. “I’m visiting Boston in October.”

“You are?! Staying with me?”

“Scott.”

Chris pouted his lips.

“Don’t give me that look. He offered and you told me your house is having work done,” you reasoned.

“Still livable. Just can’t use like half of it,” he shrugged. “Maybe a third by October.”

There was a beat of silence before Chris’ smiling face turned serious.

“I don’t like that you’re sad about us. I want us to get back to what we were, before a dating relationship even began. You are one of my closest friends. You mean so much to me, Y/N.”

You grabbed his hand and scooted closer to him.

“You’re one of my closest friends too. When we first started talking regularly, I never thought it would be anything more than that. Then you got a little flirty with me and I flirted right back. Then one day you surprised me and said you were coming out here and we had a good day together. Well, a good second day together,” you said, earning a smile from him. “Then you kissed me and it changed everything. I just didn’t realize how hard it was going to be. The distance. You live an entirely different lifestyle from me and I’m not used to that. Don’t think I’ll ever be used to other women throwing themselves at you. I mean, I can’t blame them, but it’s not something I want to see. I need more than seeing you once every few months, even once a month. If you’re filming, that’s one thing. But in the beginning of our relationship, not to be able to see you and plans getting canceled last second. It’s just not helping.”

Chris takes your joined hands in his other hand. “You’re right. We weren’t being fair to us. I wasn’t being fair. Let me show you what we can be. Please let me show you how great we can be together. I should’ve said.” He licks his lips. “I should have said from the moment we kissed that I wanted to give this an honest try. There’s shit I have to think about more. Need to think about the stuff I don’t normally have to when I’m seeing someone from the industry, or someone who lives in the same city as I do. That’s on me and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have canceled on you this last time.”

You shake your head at that. “This is your job Chris and you got that role. You had to go.”

“I coulda pressed to reschedule. Shoulda called you after because of course, you’re important to me. But I was stupid and got drunk.”

You shake you’re head again. “I’m not trying to change you. You’re allowed to celebrate with friends. Just maybe think about me during those moments. Send me a text. I think it bothered me more because we were supposed to be spending that time together. But I should have spoken up and said, ‘hey, can we Facetime when I get home?’ so it would have been like we were still together like we planned.”

“You’re right. I think we both need to be a little more honest with what we want. I’m willing to take this slow if that’s what you want, but I’m not trying to spend time with anyone else. I’m not going to do that to you.”

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly out your nose. The idea of trying again was scary. Would it be much of the same? Only seeing each other every few months wasn’t something you wanted.

“How would this work?” you asked.

“Well, much like yesterday, I’d fly in more often. You have to work every week, so it’s easier for me to come to you. I won’t take any last-minute meetings when I have plans to be with you. We’ll…”

“I want to go on dates,” you interrupted. “Like actual dates. Nothing that’ll draw unwanted attention to you, but I think jumping right into semi living together isn’t going to do us any favors. Not that I don’t want you here. I want you here. But people go on dates.”

Chris chuckled. “Dates.” He nodded his head slowly. “Yeah, people go on dates. We can do that. Every time I’m here, I owe you a date.” His eyes crinkled and you couldn’t help but stare.

Do his eyes always crinkle like that?

“Oh! Okay. Good,” you said with a nod. “Good.”

“I promised you coffee today. I know it’s already way past morning, but do you want to go to that place you love?”

“Um, nah, we can skip it today.” you said nervously.

Chris gave you a questioning look. “You sure?”

“Well, uh.” You licked at your lips. “Me and Ethan, my ex, we used to go there every Sunday. Don’t want to run into him by chance,” you said with a shrug. “We’re not on bad terms or anything. Would just be kind of awkward to run into him there.”

“Then we find our own place. A place that we go to every time I’m in town.”

You smiled widely at that. Our own place. Suddenly you had the urge to kiss him, so you do. It was fast and chaste but it felt right. You pulled back to see a large grin on Chris’ face.

“We are still going slow,” you reminded him.

“Of course. Didn’t even think otherwise. I do have a question though.”

“And what’s that?” you asked.

“Do you only get to decide when we kiss?”

Smartass.

“Well, I suppose you get to decide on the half the kisses. It’s only fair after all.” Chris started to lean in. “But! We are going slow,” you reminded him again.

“Right, right. I’m taking you on a date tomorrow anyway. So, maybe I’ll get that kiss.”

“Maybe.”

There was something so domestic and familiar about coming home from work to find Chris on your couch watching TV.

“Honey, I’m home.”

“Cute,” he said, getting up. “You need to get changed into something casual. I’m taking you out.”

Oh! Right. We have a date.

Despite you being the local, Chris had taken it upon himself to look places to go nearby.

Dressed in jeans, a short sleeved pink blouse, and flats, the two of you were out the door twenty minutes later. Chris insisted on driving you in his rental, something about it being the date he planned so he was going to drive.

Thirty minutes later, Chris pulled into a nearly empty parking lot of a brewery you hadn’t been to.

“They have a food truck here that’s supposed to be really good,” he said.

“Sounds good to me!”

The two of you decided to grab a table outside rather than going inside where it was a bit more crowded. The patio had an overhang with a few ceiling fans as well as white twinkle lights that ran the length of the cement slab. There were over thirty brews and ciders on the menu, so Chris spent a good amount of time going over the menu, sending the server away more than once. You couldn’t help but laugh each time he told her we needed more time. You decided on a pineapple cider within minutes of arriving. After much deliberation, Christmas ultimately decided on a plain old lager.

“That was an amazing thing to experience,” you said with an amused tone.

“What was?” Chris asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“That whole taking a long time with the menu thing,” you said gesturing one hand down the drink menu in the middle of the table.

“Hey! I have a particular set of taste buds that need to be thoroughly pleased. One does not simply pick a beer at random Miss cider. What’s up with that? Cider…”

“It’s got pineapple! It’s yummy,” you said sticking out your tongue at him.

“M’sure. What do you say we go take a look at that food truck?”

Chris pulled in your driveway at ten minutes to nine. The two of you walking hand in hand to the front door. You tempted to let go of Chris’ hand to grab the keys from your purse, but he wasn’t having it. He pulled you until you spun around and into his arms as if he were a salsa dancer.

“Whoa,” you said, your arms resting on his shoulders for stability.

He grinned at your response, one arm going around your waist while his other hand rested on your cheek.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

“Kissing you goodnight.”

And he did. It was slow, almost torturously slow. You peeked your tongue out of your mouth, but he wasn’t playing fair as continued to mold his lips to yours. It was all soft lips and gentle caresses that you let yourself melt into. He slowly removed his lips from yours but kept his face close, time almost standing still.

“Maybe we can do this again sometime,” he said softly.

Heat instantly filled your cheeks. He was a such a dork, but he was your dork.

“M’hmm,” you replied. “I think I’d like that too.”

He kissed you again, but this time you pulled back first. “Okay, bye!” you said, turning away from him, unlocking the door and closing it in his face. Really, this was a date and he already kissed you goodnight, it was only fair to toy with him a bit.

You counted to ten and then slowly opened the door. Both palms of his hands were resting on the door frame as he leaned forward, head bowed down.

“Are you coming in or what?”

“Sassy, livin’ up to that nickname,” he said walking through the door and closing it behind him.

When you were ready to turn in for the night, you kissed softly outside your bedroom door before sending him to the guestroom for the night.

Chris left two days later with promises to return soon. You felt a lot better about your relationship this time than when it first began. Having a serious talk about your feelings really was needed. He really wanted to give your relationship a go even if it meant going slow.

Two and a half weeks later, Chris was warming your front door with a big smile and a small suitcase. He cooked you pesto eggs before work the next morning and took you to the cinema for a late night showing. He didn’t press when you set the guestroom up for him again this trip. As much as you wanted to, you didn’t want to jump right back into bed together.

The next day you were supposed to be at work, but instead, you were in your favorite coffee shop, in the back corner away from the noise of the afternoon coffee breakers. A little bit of guilt plagued you because Chris was in your home while you were supposed to be in the newsroom.

Asia Williams’ business card sat snug in your grip with your cell phone’s keypad waiting for you to simply type in her digits. You needed to do this. Chris was making all this effort to come see you. Despite your plans to be in Boston next month, he had already made plans to come see you in another two weeks. Even though Chris was an experienced traveler, he would eventual run himself ragged.

Taking a deep breath, you dialed Asia’s number and crossed your fingers.

“Asia Williams,” she answered.

“Hi Asia. This is Y/N Y/L/N. We met at the conference last month. Brooks Cole’s friend.

“Yes, hi Y/N. It’s nice to hear from you. Have you thought more about my offer?”

“I have actually. I’m looking for a change, but I have something I’d like to propose,” you said.

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“I’d like to stay on as a freelancer with the Orlando Sentinel. I’d only cover Disney for them. Ride openings, hotel openings, major anniversaries. It’s the Magic Kingdom’s 50th next year. But otherwise I’m exclusively yours.”

“And the Sentinel’s okay with this arrangement?” she asked.

“I believe they will be, but I wanted to run it by you first. If they’re not, it will be tough to part ways, but I believe you organization is the next step for me.”

“I believe it is as well. Why don’t I send over a contract, you speak with the Sentinel, and call me if you have any questions.”

“Thank you, Asia. I’m very excited to come aboard.”

“I’m excited to have you. Do you think you’re going to stick with your home base of Florida like Brooks did?” she asked.

“I’m not entirely sure yet, but a big move is on my mind.”

“We’ll chat soon then.”

“Sounds great. Talk to you soon.”

You took another deep breath, letting it out slowly as a large grin eased itself on your face. This was going to be a big change, but you were ready for a challenge.

You grabbed a coffee on your way out the door. You needed to meet with you boss James before he left for the day, a surge of caffeine is exactly what you needed.

“Honey I’m home!”

“Is that ever going to get old to you?” Chris asked from your kitchen.

“Nope.”

“What do you think of chicken parm for dinner?” he asked.

“I think that sounds delicious, but I’m taking you out to dinner instead,” you said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Not that I don’t like this whole you treating me to dinner thing, but what’s the occasion?” he asked.

“We are celebrating. I got a new job,” you grinned.

“You did?” he exclaimed. “I didn’t even know you were looking for something different!” He threw his arms around you hugging you tight.

“Honestly, I’ve been thinking about a change for the last two years, but I was scared to make a move. I still have to look over the contract a second time, Jana’s already looking it over for me too, but it’s pretty much good to go. It’s going to be a lot different. I actually met with my boss at the Sentinel and they are going to keep me on as freelance. Basically, I get to cover what I want when it comes to Disney.”

“That’s great sweetheart! Where will you be working?”

“News Now. It’s an online news source.”

“I’ve heard of it. Actually, I use it quite frequently. That’s amazing. Since it’s online, do you get to work from home?”

“That’s actually one of the benefits. I can work from anywhere. Visit my family, visit you, and still work. I get to take on stories I care about. They want a lot of opinion pieces from me too. I’m nervous as hell, but also really excited.”

“This is amazing,” he said, giving you a quick kiss and then pulling you into another hug.

With happy and full stomachs, the two of you went to bed after watching a few episodes of The Office.

It was such an exciting day that you were finding it hard to sleep. First, the guy you were seeing was in town, not only in town, but in your house. Secondly, you got a new job. Not only was it something new, it was a change that would fulfill that part of your life completely. Thirdly, you were able to stay on with the paper, keeping your credentials to attend media events of your choosing. It was like you won the happy life lottery today.

After tossing and turning for another hour, you got out of bed, threw open your door, and walked with determination down the hall. Stopping in front of Chris’ room, you knocked on the door quietly. If he didn’t answer, you’d just go back to bed and watch TV.

Maybe Scott’s still awake.

Before you could turn around and go back to your room, the door opened.

“Sweetheart, everything alright?”

“Ye-yeah. It’s just. Okay, you know.” You let out a breath as Chris looked on, arms folded across his chest. “This is silly. Will you come sleep with me?’

He chuckled light, sleepy grin on his face. “Yeah. I can do that.”

Just because you weren’t ready to jump back into an intimate relationship, it didn’t mean you couldn’t snuggle and sleep in the same bed.

“Let’s go to bed sweetheart,” Chris said, gesturing toward your bedroom door.

Chris pulled the covers back on the side you didn’t sleep on and laid down on the bed. This was the first time Chris had slept in your bed, and you couldn’t deny you liked the look of it. Crawling in next to him, you turned off the lamp on your nightstand and snuggled up on his chest.

“Goodnight babe,” you said softly.

“Goodnight beautiful.”

Chapter 13

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Summary: Anon request - "But what about reader and Zach like having Seggs 20 minutes before the podcast so that during the podcast reader is just next to Zach and like holding his hand and kinda just after sex clingy but before the cameras start rolling they have a cute little moment in the studio while everyone's there like Tara Alissa ad jared and they just think it's the cutest sorry if this is stupid"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, the smut will be right off of the bat so be prepared, hair pulling, unprotected sex, banter from Zach, flirting, post sex clingy-ness, fluff

Word count: 3.1K | not edited

This is my first solo Zach one shot. Enjoy!

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"We got twenty minutes before show time."

Zach squeezes your shoulders and you turn your head, "Twenty you say?" A smirk grows across your lips as he nods and you turns around to face him, "Lead the way, babe."

"That's my girl." He smirks, sliding his hand down to meet yours. His fingers interlock with yours before he pulls you with him down the hall and up the steps.

He pushes open a door, pulling you in. He shuts the door with your body, pinning it against as he reaches down to twist the lock.

Your lips crash together in a fiery embrace, your hands on either side of his neck.

He leans down, hooking his hands on the back of your thighs and lifts you up and your legs move to their place around his waist.

He moves to kiss down your neck, a small moan escapes your lips as your hand moves to slide through his hair, and your head tilts to give him more room.

"Mm." You whimper, "Not much time."

"Yeah, yeah. You and your time." He sets you down, a smile on his lips as he shrugs off his black leather jacket.

You tilt your head, "Did you wear that for me?"

He shrugs, "Maybe."

"It's hot." You scrunch up your nose, smirking as you lean down to take off your pants and underwear. He lays his fingers under your chin, "I know."

He smirks and undoes his belt, pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free.

"You're so full of yourself, you know that?" You wrap your arms around his neck, jumping up for him to catch you.

He laughs, "Yeah, you're about to be full of me, too."

You bite down on your lip, resting your head back against the door as you feel him guide his cock into your already soaked entrance.

You let out a gasp, your fingers grasping the hair at the nape of his neck, "Shit."

A low groan escapes his lips as rests for a quick moment. He slides his arms under your legs and begins to thrusts.

You tilt your head down, lips parted, brows furrowed as you stare at him, whimpering and moaning out his name, "Z-Zach.. yesyesyes."

Your back arches against the door, nails dig into his skin, "Fuck fuck fuck."

His lip is pulled between his teeth, breath growing faster and faster with each thrusts, "You feel so good."

He pulls you away from the door, moving you over to lay on the bed. His body over yours as he resumes his thrusts.

Your arms wrap tightly around his neck, "S-so close. So close."

His lips kiss your neck, moving up towards your lips, "Cum for me, babe. You can do it." He slides a hand down, gripping your upper thigh, "Cause I'm right there with ya."

Your back arches off the best, chest pressing against his as your walls tighten around him. His name leaves your lips in a slightly loud tone.

"S-Shi-" you gasp, clinging to him as you cum. He groans as he feels your walls pulsating around him, urging him to cum next.

You feel his cock slip out and his cum spills onto your waist with a moan from his lips.

He tilts his head down, smirking as he admires how you look under him, "We can pick up where we left off after."

You look at him and he winks, which causes you to giggle, "Sounds good to me." You watch as he moves off of you, bending down to pick up a towel for you to wipe off with.

Once clean, you stand up and take your pants from him. You slip on your panties and put on your pants and fix your hair.

"Oh.." you walk over to Zach, "hold on." You reach up, fixing his hair and he smiles at you, "My own personal hairdresser. Gotta love it."

You roll your eyes, "Uh huh." You smile, "alright. Come on."

He smiles, taking your hand into his and he unlocks the door and you walk out with him, making your way down the steps to find everyone ready to roll.

Everyone on the set knew you and Zach were a thing.

Hell, they called it before you and Zach even thought of it.

"Ew. I know what you two were doing." Jared points and Zach taps his chin, "Did you know you have something right there?"

Jared wipes his face, "What? What is it?"

"Jealousy." Zach laughs and leads you over to your seat. Jared scoffs, "No. that's not at all-" he turns to Alyssa, "Is there really something on my chin?"

Alyssa laughs, "No, Jared. He's fucking with you."

"You asshole." Jared laughs and walks to his seat. Tara comes in, "Sorry I'm late, but I'm here."

"Oh my god, you brought Sugar!" You lean down, holding out your hands for Tara's dog to come over to you, "Hi baby!"

You pick him up and set him on your lap.

Tara comes over, sitting down on the other end of the bench, "He got all excited when I said we're going to see you."

"Oh my god, that's adorable." You smile, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

You look up at Zach and his eyes are just glued to you, "Such a cute little puppy." He smirks, "Sugar is cute, too, I guess."

Your mouth drops but you can't help but laugh, "Rude."

He shrugs, "I gotta pick on you, you know that."

"You guys are so cute, it actually kind of hurts." Alyssa says with a laugh and Tara nods, "No I was actually thinking the same thing."

You can feel your cheeks heating up and you move your hand as Sugar moves towards Tara, "Alright, let's do this."

You, along with everyone else, puts on their headphones and you look at Zach. He looks at Alyssa and she gives him a thumbs up.

"Hello everybody, welcome back or welcome to Dropouts!" Zach starts out, "We have a pretty full house today, every mic is taken."

He looks around, "Did anyone have to do that thing in school where they had to go around and say their name and one thing about themselves because I think that's what we should do."

"Are you serious?" Jared laughs and Zach gives him a serious, plain look, "Dead, and you can start."

Jared sighs, "What's up. I'm Jared, I'm nineteen and I never fucking learned how to read."

You and Tara instantly burst out laughing.

"That was good!" You point to Jared, "I honestly wasn't expecting that." Tara leans over, laughing, "Oh my god."

Alyssa laughs, pointing to Zach, "Do you know what he's referencing?"

"Isn't that a video from the now prehistoric app, Vine?" Zach asks and Jared dies laughing, "Correct."

Zach raises his brows, "Oh my god, anyway." He tries not to laugh and nods to Tara to go. She takes a deep breath, "I'm Tara and I'm the First Lady of juicy couture."

You point to her, "You sure are."

She laughs and motions for you to go, "I'm y/n, and I'm-"

Zach cuts you off, "Totally in love with Zach Justice."

Everyone goes silent and you look over at him, "I mean, that's kind of obvious I thought." You laugh reaching your hand out, "But yeah, we can go with that."

Zach smiles and takes your fingers into his. You move closer to the end of the bench, if it was possible to be right next to him you would.

You always get clingy after sex, and doing a show right after was rough because you just want to cuddle him, but that isn't an available option right now.

"So cute it hurts." Jared winces and sighs.

"Actually, can we talk about that for a second?" Tara leans into her mic, smiling as she points between you and Zach.

"You mean yap?" Zach rolls his eyes, thumb rubbing over your fingers.

Tara laughs slightly, "Well yeah, but first we can let Alyssa say her name and the one thing you're forcing us all to say."

"Do I have a gun to your head?" Zach looks at Alyssa, "Can we make it clear that I am not standing behind you holding something to your head and forcing you to read a script?"

"I mean, yeah. Zach is totally not standing behind me forcing me to read something that he wrote out on a piece of paper." Alyssa laughs, "I'm Alyssa, and I just love this job so much."

You smile, looking back at Tara, "What do you wanna talk about?"

"Yap." Zach corrects you, "It's never just talking with her."

You squeeze his hand, "Be nice." You smile and Zach nods, "Yes mom. I mean, ma'am."

"Dude." Jared laughs, shaking his head, "Nice save."

Zach smirks and looks at Tara and Tara sighs, "Well first off, is it okay that we talk about this? Like I know that you guys kind of were keeping it just between us five."

You look at Zach and he shrugs, "Bound to get out at some point, might as well come from the Queen yapper herself."

Tara smirk, "Aw, Zach. You think I'm a Queen?"

"Oh yapland. Sure." Zach tries not to laugh, but you laugh, "I'm getting you a tiara that says that."

"Oh my god, please do." Tara laughs, "Okay, so anyway. For the listeners of this podcast, what we're talking about right now is the fact that y/n and Zach are a thing and as Alyssa said, they're so cute it actually hurts."

Zach gasps, "Me and who!?" He lays a hand on his chest, "This is news to me."

"Oh my gosh, shut up." You look at him, smiling huge and he smiles back at you, "Kidding. Kidding."

"Tara, this is like you're telling the world a big government secret." Jared laughs and Alyssa nods, "To some people it probably is."

You laugh, "I'm sure, but I promise I'll take good care of him."

You look over and Zach smirks, but before you can say anything it's too late, "Yeah she does."

"Zach. Ew!" Jared, Tara, and Alyssa all say at the same time and Zach's mouth drops, "You guys need to get your mind out of the gutter because I meant she takes good care of me as in I always have someone to laugh at, I mean laugh with."

Your mouth drops and you just stare at him, fighting back a smirk, "You know I was thinking the same thing."

Zach rolls his eyes, "You know what?"

"What?" You tilt your head and he shakes his head, "I'm not saying it because people will take what I say out of context."

"Don't we always?" Tara furrows her brows and laughs, "Anyway, I figured we could talk about how you and him ended up an official thing."

"Can I just-" Alyssa raises her hand, "Can I just cut in to say that Tara and I called this a while ago. Like after the second time you were on I think, y/n."

"Yeah, yeah, Tara told me about that. She actually texted me the one day and was like, you and Zach are totally going to be a thing, and I was like in denial at first but then it just.. I don't know.." you look over at Zach, "Progressed into us flirting until one of us was like look, this is what's happening."

"So who was it?" Jared asks getting the attention, "Who came onto who to finally move it from the friend zone into the end zone?"

You laugh and Zach leans in, "y/n."

"I don't think.." you laugh, "No." You stop laughing, "Was it?"

Zach stares at you, "I can pull up the texts right now."

"Do it!" Tara yells, and you tilt your head, "You know what.. I think it was, something about me wanting to sleep in his stupid shirts and hold his stupid hand or something like that."

Zach smirks, nodding his head, "There ya go, sweetheart. Now you're on the right track."

You can feel your cheeks forming into a deeper shade of pink, "He's actually going to show you guys the messages."

"Oh no, babe. I'm reading them out loud." He laughs slightly and holds his phone up as he reaches for your hand again.

Your hand instantly goes into his and you lean towards him, "What's it say?"

Zach clears his throat, "So it was just us talking back and forth, mainly us trying to get each other to admit that we liked each other." Zach scrolls down, "And then Y/n just says, I want to sleep in your stupid tshirts and hold your stupid hand, Zach."

Aw's from the three others in the room emerge and you shake your head, "Yeah, yeah, it's cute or whatever." You lay your hand over your face and Zach laughs, "And I must have been caught off guard because I really didn't expect her to say anything like that, so all I said back was, well damn."

"Well damn?" Jared laughs, "That's not very romantic, Zach. What did y/n say after that?"

"She honestly didn't respond for a little bit, so I was actually kind of having an, okay I ruined it, moment, but then she answered with an, that's all you have to say?" Zach laughs and you nod, "Well yeah, I poured my heart out to you and all I get back is a well damn."

"I mean, I wouldn't have responded right away either." Tara laughs, "But that is such a Zach thing to do."

You nod, "That's why I gave it a minute because I had to remind myself that that was Zach we're talking about." You laugh, looking over at him, "And yeah. Now we're, what? Seven.. almost eight months into this thing?"

Zach nods, "Eight months of my life that I don't want back."

"Who even are you?" Jared looks at him shocked, "Like.. the man that is sitting across from me right now.. is literally.. dare I say.. almost nice?"

"You're pushing it." Zach points to Jared and Jared raises his hands, "No, like I was talking to Alyssa about it a while back and I told her, I think it was before you guys officially told us. I said to her that who ever is bringing out the best in him, needed to stay connected to him."

"That is true." Alyssa nods, "And I knew it would be y/n, like just the way that they were looking at each other gave it away."

"Yeah they literally.. I don't even know to explain it, like, it's a connection that can't be explained unless you're with them in person." Tara nods, smiling at you.

"Yeah, I guess I just fucked around and got attached to you." You smirk, looking over at Zach and he smirks, "Now, I'm going to say this, but it's not like what it sounds, okay?"

"That.. doesn't sound like a good thing." Jared shakes his head, "But go on, please."

"You suck sometimes, only because ever since you been around, I've been smiling a lot more than I used to, and that just ruins my mysterious, serious look." Zach laughs slightly, "But I'd still do anything for you."

You pout, "You're such an asshole."

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too, princess." Zach laughs slightly and Tara scoffs, "I don't.." she laughs, "I've been seeing this you know, sweeter side of Zach come out over these last few months but it still catches me off guard when something nice follows his, I don't even know, jerkish comments."

"Yeah but she knows that I don't mean anything in a wrong way." Zach squeezes your hand, "Right? Say that you know."

He tries not to laugh, but fails when you make a face at him, "She knows."

You laugh, "If Zach didn't pick on me daily, then I would know that there's something up. But I honestly think that goes for everyone who knows him."

Alyssa nods, "I always think to myself before coming in, what out of pocket thing is Zach going to say to me today?"

"I have nightmares about him just being so mean to me." Tara says and Zach looks at her, "Do you really?"

Tara nods, "Yeah."

"Tell me what I've said to you." Zach tilts his head and Tara laughs, "No because you'll just write them down and use them against me."

"Everyone here knows how you are, Zach." Jared laughs and Zach stares at him, "Shut up, you don't even know how to read."

You all burst out laughing and Zach shakes his head, "And they say I'm mean to them."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

After the podcast ends, you hang your headphones on the mic stand and stand up to stretch.

Zach pushes his mic out of the way and extends his arms out to you, "C'mere."

You walk over to him and he pulls you into his lap, arms around your waist as his head rests on your shoulder.

This is exactly what you wanted to do the whole time.

"You know there's rooms upstairs right?" Jared teases and Zach gasps, "Really? I didn't know we had an upstairs, that's so cool."

You laugh, resting your head against Zach's, "You guys kill me."

Zach lifts his head, moving to lay his head on your chest, "Liar, I can hear that heart thumping away in there."

You roll your eyes, laying a hand on his head, "I think that was just an excuse for you to be close to my boobs."

You feel Zach's body move as he laughs, "Maybe."

Jared scoffs, "Get a room." He walks away and you feel Zach sit up, so you look over at him with a smirk.

He looks at you, "You know what.." his hand slides down to your thigh, "I think we will."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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Ooh ooh ohh okay So Zach aston Reese from the Pens (aka my bby) and him being super sweet with your niece at Easter or something and then coming home and telling you he is ready for kids and then surprising him with an ultrasound pic ❤️❤️

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Player: Zach Aston Reese (fem!reader)

Genre: Fluff

The moment you met Zach, you knew that he was going to be someone special to you. He was incredibly sweet and talented, and he always treated you with respect. This seamlessly translated into your relationship when the two of you became official. He genuinely felt like your partner, picking you up when you felt low, and you doing the same for him. It did not come without its bumps, but you knew your relationship was solid. And, the day he proposed was the day that you knew he was definitely in it for the long haul - the one you were meant to find.

It was very clear to you early into the relationship that Zach was meant to be a father. You’re pretty sure you noticed it before he did. You had had the conversation about marriage and kids, and so you were aware that he did want to be a dad. Truth be told, you couldn’t imagine someone better to be a parent alongside. So, when you found out that you were officially expecting, you felt nothing but joy, and you knew that your fiancé would too. You hadn’t found the right time to tell him, but you knew that soon, you would have your chance.

Your family was having a little reunion, just so everyone could reconnect and spend some time together. You were still hiding your little secret because you wanted Zach to be the first to know. You were sitting at the large picnic table, conversing with some of your cousins, sipping subtly on your water when you heard an outcry of giggles.

You looked to the source of the noise to see that Zach had your little niece hoisted onto his shoulders, spinning carefully around to make her laugh. Some of the other little ones there were practically lined up for their turn, almost turning Zach into a human jungle gym. However, you saw nothing but the brightest genuine smile on his face. Your heart swelled at the sight, knowing that he would be just as great, if not better, with a child of your own.

You continued to watch as he ran around and played with the young ones, never once complaining. You barely even noticed when one of your cousins had called your name to ask you a question. It wasn’t until they tapped you on the shoulder to get your attention that you snapped back to reality.

“Wow, you’re really smitten aren’t you,” they chuckled.

“I can’t even lie, I really am" you sighed.

“Now I know that you two are going to be one of those really gross overly-lovey married couples,” you heard one of your other cousins chirp.

“As if they weren’t already like that before,” one of your siblings added in. You gave them a playful smack and went back to gazing at your wonderful fiancé.

When you saw one of your other cousins place her newborn in his arms, thats when your heart officially exploded for good. It looked so natural for him, like it was second nature. And, the way the sun was hitting them just right made it look like they were glowing. In that moment you knew that today was the day you told him the news. You were certain that he was going to be a great father, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The two of you drove home together in comfortable silence. He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other hand in yours on your lap. You raised his hand to your lips and gave it a gentle kiss. You loved seeing the subtle blush it brought to his cheeks and ears, and the small smile it brought to his face.

“I love you so much, you know that?” you told him.

“I love you too, (Y/N). Forever and always,” he replied. “And, I cannot wait to marry you.”

Now it was your turn to blush and smile. The two of you pulled into the driveway of your home. You knew that you had a picture from your first ultrasound hidden in your shared bedroom, and so you formulated a plan to finally let Zach in on the secret. You were almost giddy as you walked into the house. You convinced Zach to get a movie ready so the two of you could just relax for the rest of the evening. While he did that, you raced upstairs to grab the photo, hiding it in the large pocket of the hoodie (well, it was Zach’s hoodie technically) that you changed into.

You came back downstairs to see that Zach was already lounging on the couch, your favorite movie on the screen. You walked over and immediately curled up to him. He kissed your temple softly before pressing play and starting the movie. You laid there as the movie played when Zach spoke up softly.

“You know, I had a thought today,” he started. You looked to meet his eyes.

“Yeah? What was that?”

“I know we aren’t officially married yet, but I feel like we are really ready to have a kid of our own. I don’t know...I was just goofing around with the younger ones today and everything just clicked. And seeing how happy it made you, and how happy it made me to be around them? I think we could really do it.” He gushed, that same blush taking over his face and ears.

“You’re so cute,” you whispered to him, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m mushy, I know,” he spoke sarcastically. “I’m serious though. There’s no one in this world I would rather be a parent with. I think we could do it for real.”

“Well, I’m so glad you brought that up...” you smiled as you sat up, the movie still playing in the background. You took the ultrasound picture out of your pocket and handed it to him. You watched as his face went from confusion to the purest most absolute joyful smile you had ever seen on him.

“Are you for real???” he yelled with delight. All you could do was nod as tears welled in both your eyes. He launched on top of you, leaving small sweet kisses all over your face and neck. “When did you find out???”

“Not too long ago. I’m just about two months along. I was waiting for the right moment to tell you, and when I saw you with the kids today, I just knew.” You could see the proverbial hearts in his eyes as you told him.

“I am so happy you have no idea,” he continued to leave small kisses over your face. “We’re really going to be parents”

“Like you said. There is no one in this world I would rather be a parent with,” you smiled, finally giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Does anyone else know?” he asked you, finally sitting up and pulling you up with him.

“Nope. I wanted you to be the first.”

“God I love you.” All either of you could do in that moment was smile. You were so overwhelmed with happiness, neither of you wanted this moment to end. Zach softly rested his hands on your stomach, letting out a soft sigh. “Hi baby. I’m your dad. And we are going to love you so much.”

“You’re going to be a great parent, Zach. I know it...Only now, we have to let everyone else know.”

“Nah, they can wait. For right now, all I want is you, and baby, all to myself.”

The rest of the evening was filled with gentle kisses and soft caresses over your stomach. You had already known that the two of you would be happy about this, but you didn’t realize just how much. It was a moment you never wanted to end - just you, your fiancé, and the new little life that would arrive before you knew it. And you knew that you would be able to face it together.

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Worth Fighting For: Chapter 73- I Know Your Secrets

A/N: Sorry for the wait between chapters! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: 'Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.' (James O'Barr, The Crow) V Roth is still Mother to this world and I am just one of the children singing my own tune into the night.

Rating M ( Language, Violence, There will be smut, Angst, Tragedy, Romance, Fluff)

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Chapter 73 - I Know Your Secrets

Kat

I can hear the whispers of the nurses as they move around my darkened room. It’s late and I should be resting now that the flurry of activity, from the moment I was wheeled into the hospital, had died down completely. I looked much worse than I really had been but there had been no telling that to any of the three that had found Al and I locked in battle. If Raze hadn’t been there I am pretty sure Eric would have hauled me off to his apartment first. The stab wound on my side had been enough of a motivator for them to take me to the cities hospital right along with Al.

I was so stupid holding back like I had but at the time I had the goal in mind. Get information from Al by baiting him while also stalling enough to let someone witness him attacking me. I knew there was a timer counting down until someone went after me after I didn’t go back to the fear landscape room so I knew someone would come, I just couldn’t guarantee who it was going to be. Really, it didn’t matter to me who saw only that a witness was there to back me up. So I held out. I didn’t even strike first, honestly. That was Al. Did I say something that I hoped he would get pissed about and lash out? Absolutely. But I could honestly say, physically, I did not attack the coward.

I hadn’t even pulled my own knife at any time during the altercation, preferring to get in some really good damage to him with everything that Eric had taught me. I was being a combination of cautious and cocky and that was what got me the knife in my side. He pulled his own from his pants and I had hesitated, torn between taking my own out or removing the one he had and turning it on him. The hesitation had been enough to make the decision to remove the knife before he could use it useless. He was able to use his height and weight to stab me in my side during the struggle before I was able to break free and then retreated. I prevented him from getting me too bad but it had been bad enough.

I huff out a breath of anger and annoyance at myself that turns into a moan. The older nurse turns to look at me and her eyes narrow as I bite my lip. When she turns back to her co-nurse I can hear her whispering again about Eric. For what seems like the millionth time I hear the word sadistic. My fist clenches to my side as I grit my teeth together to keep in the scream I want to let loose.

Eric’s order that I am to receive no heavy pain medications has all the nurses in the area hissing his name under their breaths. One was even brave enough to say something along the lines of it being only logical considering he is one of Jeanine’s. Oh, that had me almost launching myself off the table in fury.

The person I am most angry at regarding what has the nurses all bent out of shape is myself. Because the only reason he gave that stupid order was that he knew it was what I wanted. It damn sure isn’t what he wants, no matter how livid I know he is with me right now. I knew it killed him to leave me like he did know I was going to be in pain. There was nothing for it though. I knew the second I saw Jack in the corridor that both Al and I were going to be questioned and truth serum was going to be administered. I couldn’t risk being doped up and trying to fight the serum if I needed to. I know Eric saw that too. I wish he had been able to stay in the room for the questions but he wasn’t. He along with the others were on the other side of the glass listening in as Jack, Raze, Chase, and Zach all questioned me in regards to the events. I had been able to lie but I hardly needed to. Every question asked I was able to say with truth even if it wasn’t the entire truth.

I am not sure what trouble I am in. Everyone was stoic and I think to wait until they could question Al. I had messed him up pretty badly even though I had tried to hold back. I had come close to losing it a few times and I can admit that when I did was when he got the better of me. I had been trying to taunt him into giving me something of why he did what he did. The only clear thing was he blamed me for everything and that he was obsessed with Tris, maybe even had always been.

Al had been on the verge of telling me before Raze jerked him off of me and knocked him out cold. Part of my goal was achieved, by all appearances he looked like the attacker. He was the one with the knife to my throat spitting down on me in his rage while he was trying to finish me off. Screaming his guilt about the first attempt on me. That alone was worth it.

They should have been done questioning him hours ago but I still haven’t heard from or seen any of them. I know a guard is posted outside of my room. I hear the nurses grumbling when he checks everything and anything they bring in to give me.

I keep hoping that someone will come in and tell me something before the sleep medication I heard being ordered and approved is given to me. I know my time is up when the younger nurse turns to me with the syringe in her hand and a well-meaning smile on her face.

“This will only take a few minutes to fully take effect and then that should help you sleep through most of the pain.”

I grumble out thanks even though I wish I could rip the IV out. I watch as the solution slowly gets plunged and makes its way through the short clear tubing where it will travel along the plastic inserted into my vein. I feel the rush of it marking its path until it joins with the blood flow and is lost to me. A part of my mind is analyzing everything occurring with my body, reasoning it out as I start to lose control, trying to keep myself from panicking at the loss of control. As my eyes become droopy and my body both feels heavy and relaxed; the panic that was building starts to fade and I have a hazy thought that they probably gave me some kind of calming serum or anxiety medicine because the panic fades until just peace invades me. I am out whether I want it or not and can only hope the god-awful dreams from the past few weeks don’t visit me in an Erudite run facility of all places.

Luck or something seems to be with me because for once in I can’t remember how long I don’t dream at all. Or if I do I don’t remember.

Candor Justice Complex

Uploading of classified materials. Authorization: Leaders Only with Level Five Clearance- Jack Kang, Max Cornell, Andrew Prior, Eric Coulter

Accused: Kat Prior

Administered Truth Serum via IV under the supervision of Jack Kang of Candor and Dauntless Leaders: Raze and Eric

Additional witnesses:

Candor: Jane Connor and Wesley Smith

Dauntless: Four Eaton and Chase Oldham

Jack Kang: Kat Prior, you are being administered truth serum so that your role in the incident that occurred today at approximately 1117 hours. I caution you not to fight the serum as it could further exacerbate your injuries and cause considerable pain. Do you understand what I have said?

Kat Prior: Yes, I do.

Jack Kang: State your full name, please.

Kat Prior: Kat is the name that I have chosen for Dauntless but my birth name is Mary Katherine Prior.

Jack Kang: Your faction of birth?

Kat Prior: Abnegation.

Jack Kang: You are currently in training to become a member of Dauntless, correct?

Kat Prior: Yes, I am.

Jack Kang: Thank you for helping us to establish that the serum is working. Now we will move on to the incident at Dauntless in the dorm room. You were found engaged in a struggle with Albert West. Did you initiate the altercation?

Kat Prior: No. I did not.

Jack Kang: There is a reason to believe that Albert was the one that had previously attacked you as well as your sister, did you have any prior knowledge of this?

Kat Prior: I had no reason to think, before today, that Al would have ever been involved in any kind of act of aggression, much less towards my sister. He was always very reluctant and vocal about his distaste and distress in regards to being violent at all. He also seemed to look up to or care for my sister greatly.

Jack Kang: You had never had any previous altercations with him or witnessed him being aggressive?

Kat Prior: No. The first time I saw Al behaving that way was today during the attack.

Jack Kang: The two of you were in the dorm alone at a time when you were supposed to be attending training. Witnesses say that you left to go to the bathroom. How is that you ended up in the dorm?

Kat Prior: I left the room where the fear landscapes were being held and intended to go to the restroom. I was feeling unsettled from the previous night and wanted to wash my face. I can’t explain why I bypassed any other restrooms other than I just went to where I was most familiar with. The two places I most commonly use since my time coming to Dauntless are either the Transfer dorm room or the restroom near the Dauntless-born training room.

Jack Kang: Can you explain why there was a knife on your person at the time of the attack?

Kat Prior: After the attack on me in the dorm while I was sleeping I began to feel exposed. Shortly before the attack on my sister, I managed to sneak a knife away during our training exercises. I felt better when I had it on me. It was a bit like I felt prepared should anything or anyone else attack me. It was instinctual in a way. We have all been being trained day in and day out to be prepared to act. I wanted to be prepared.

Jack Kang: Yet when you were attacked, and you saw that Al had a knife and had used it, you did not draw your own?

Kat Prior: I honestly was surprised at his attack. I can freely admit I thought and still think he is a coward. By the time he had pulled his own knife, there was no point in me pulling mine, not to mention I didn’t think of it. I was focused on trying to keep his from me and getting him down as quickly as I could.

Jack Kang: Did you have the intention to kill Albert West?

Kat Prior: No, I had no intention of killing him. When he attacked I was only thinking about stopping him. He had already admitted to me that he was behind both attacks and I knew that Leadership needed to handle this. Although I can admit now, that had it come down to it and there was no other way, I would have protected myself by any means.

Raze: It has been brought to our attention by an accusation that you were given the knife by a member. Is this true?

Kat Prior: Absolutely not. No one but me knew I had the knife and I wanted it to stay that way. That was what made me feel safer. That no one would expect me to have a knife to protect myself. That was the only purpose of my having the knife. For the feeling of safety and protection, it gave me and the knowledge that should anyone attack me I would have something to defend myself with. No one gave me the knife or had any knowledge of my having it.

Jack Kang: We are done with questioning. Thank you for your Candor.

Questioning concluded. Investigation pending and under the purview of the faction the subject belongs to. Candor has concluded that the subject was defending themselves and as such there was no criminal intent.

Dauntless will take the matter further as per their own factional laws.

Eric

I watched the ice blue eyes of Jeanine Matthews as she absorbed the document before her and made sure to keep my face clear of any emotion. It was too early to feel smug but I could already see her frustration and anger behind that icy exterior she likes to maintain.

There had been no keeping things from Jeanine now. Not with this last attack and the information that leaked it had to do with both Prior girls but also hints that somehow Marcus Eaton was involved. We had known this was going to happen and that she was going to want to be updated. There was also no way that it could be kept from the other leaders of all factions any longer. The investigation had gotten to that point.

We had the bastard. It had come at the cost of yet another goddamn attack on Kat, but it had gotten the job done. Al had spilled everything and under the truth serum had admitted, with no small amount of pain, that Marcus had been behind it all.

It was a good thing they hadn’t let me in that room by myself and that Zach, as well as Chase, had been there with me. They had helped me keep my shit together when it all came out. I don’t know how Four was able to manage it.

I frown as I look around at the others with me at the table when a thought hits me in regards to Four. Because for the life of me, I don’t remember him being in the room when I stormed out after Al was done spilling his guts. In fact, I can’t remember him heading back to the compound for the fucking meetings we have all been stuck in since leaving the MedCenter. It is early in the morning the day after Kat and Al fought but there have been several meetings already, having begun at dawn and I don’t remember Four being in one of the ones he should have been in.

I would ask the others but now isn’t the time. Right now, in this private meeting with Jeanine, Max, James and myself; it is all about the fact that Jeanine isn’t liking what she is hearing in regards to Kat. She has been passing all markers and tests that are given to those that might be divergent. Right now it is about making sure that it is driven home that Kat has become counted as removed from the list and distract the bitch with someone else she has it out for.

Jeanine purses her lips together and lays the paper containing the transcript from Kat’s questioning on the table. As soon as she heard about the attack she had sent out the demand for truth serum administration. It had worried the hell out me but it wasn’t something that could be bypassed anyways. We already knew we were going to have to give it to Al and I couldn’t rig it to make it look like I had given the serum to Kat without raising suspicion.

I had to stand by and hope that she would be able to resist. I had to hope that my telling the nurses not to give her any pain medication would help with that too. That had been the only reason I had given that order. To hell with knowing she wouldn’t have wanted it, at that point, I didn’t give a fuck about what she wanted. She sure as hell hadn’t given a thought to me not wanting to have her laying in that goddamn bed.

Either way, she was able to bypass the serum while still looking and sounding exactly like someone under the influence of it. It probably helped that almost every bit of her answers were true. The only one that was a lie she worked in with the truth so seamlessly that it hadn’t been noticeable to anyone. The only reason I knew it for the lie it was because I recognized my own damn knife.

Zach had pointed out to me as we were being forced to leave her at the MedCenter under guard that she had been truthful in everything else. I knew he was trying to calm me down and it worked somewhat but not fully. Because I knew what she wasn’t saying. She hadn’t gone there to kill him but she had sought him out purposely. She had meant to turn him over to us...to me...but not until she got her answers first. Not before she got her hands on him to get her own revenge and justice.

I know her too well and what she was going for. It was and is the exact same thing I would do. It still is leaving me feeling things that I am still struggled to handle fully.

Max clears his throat as Jeanine picks up a glass of water and takes a dainty sip. I know she is stalling for time to be able to come up with a plan to still keep Kat on the watch list.

“As you can see, given the normal indicators for divergence have failed to present themselves, as well as this new development; it is safe to say that we can move forward and remove the candidate from the list.” Max’s tone was unemotional and just matter of fact but he didn’t stop there. “Of course we can and will continue to be vigilant for the remainder of training. There are still the fear landscapes as well as the final test, and given the intensity of those if there is any divergence it will present itself then as it has before.”

Jeanine sets the glass down and looks over to Max before letting her eyes fall on me. “I will expect to be kept up to date on all matters regarding those in question from here on.”

I didn’t even bother giving any signs of agreement, having already decided to let Max handle this next little bit. It was this that had me itching with anticipation. All this time there has been this hold that Jeanine has had on Dauntless, on me, something dangling over our heads that has us making deals with the devil that she is. I don’t know what Max’s deal was or what his drive could be. What I do know is that after our meeting with Jack and Andrew, before the one we are having now, it felt like everything had changed.

I could almost see years worth of troubles, frustration, and burden, if not lifting from the older man’s shoulders at least that there was an end in sight after the final verdict.

Marcus Eaton was being removed from his position as a leader and then would stand trial for his numerous crimes.

We had done it. I knew that this would please Jeanine but I also saw the other side of that coin. With Marcus gone, there was a very strong chance that all the cards she had to get her way and have any kind of control over Dauntless, were going to disappear after his removal. There will have to be another leader elected and with all the deference and respect I saw from other leaders to Andrew Prior, I already knew who was likely to be chosen. If he was elected, there could be some real chance for change around here.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I missed the beginning of Max informing Jeanine of the new developments. By the time he is done, I can tell my guesses are correct. She is pleased but I also see in those eyes she is already calculating.

“I am assuming that the emergency council meeting that also included the request for all faction leaders or representatives present is to inform us of Marcus’ immediate removal?” Jeanine asks, knowing full well that is the case. That it is the protocol even if it has never had to be used before.

“Yes. There will also be the call for the immediate election of a new leader.” Max agreed without looking at her.

Did he guess how she would react to the possibility of Andrew being elected? Would his knowing or at least suspecting her obsession with the Prior’s change how he might vote, for fear of rocking the boat with her?

“I see.” Is her simple reply with her lips thinned.

The loud sounding of my phone alerting me to code 240 possibly 217 pierces the strained quiet. The codes are both indicators of an assault but the second one notes that there might have been an intent to kill. The only time we use codes is if it would be a high profile or priority incident. Where details cannot be given over message but would need to be given in person.

Once again I am leaving a meeting, to the obvious and vocal displeasure of Jeanine, but this time I head with Chase to Control.

He beat me by seconds and is already barking out orders as soon as we reach the secured area. Zeke is in there furiously working on the monitors.

“Report.” Chase snaps out formally before I can get to it.

Zeke’s head snaps up and he takes us in, maybe looking for anyone else that might be behind us. It strikes me once again, that I am not seeing Four. He should be here already and especially right now.

For a second I forget why I am even in control as the thought that maybe he snuck back to the MedCenter strikes me, and suddenly I have rage flowing through me at the thought of him alone with Kat.

Then the report Zeke is giving Chase and I registers.

“There was an attack, it looks like by some factionless, in Abnegation last night.” He gets out in a strained tone and I can see the worry in his eyes.

For a moment, time stands still and I all I can think is that Marcus got to Andrew and Natalie. All I can think is that I have failed Kat and how she is going to react to this news.

“Details. Now.” Chase barks out and is already moving on his own to the monitors and computers.

“Marcus Eaton never turned up at the Hub this morning and all attempts by phone or messages to reach him failed. A member was sent to check on him and found him unresponsive and in critical condition in his home.”

“Marcus Eaton?” I choked out in disbelief. “Marcus Eaton was attacked?”

Zeke nods and looks up to me, then I see his eyes slide past me to look over my shoulder. I turn my head and catch sight of a familiar figure. Four is standing in the doorway, fists clenched at his sides but otherwise silent and expressionless.

“You said that factionless are suspected?” I ask while my eyes are still locked onto Four’s.

“There was one person that came forward and said there had been some factionless men in the area earlier that day, just before dinner that had been confrontational to a few of the Abnegation women there. They did eventually leave but they were heard to be throwing back yelled threats as they left.”

Four looks surprised for a moment, relieved and pleased even before it is gone. Gone so quickly that if someone hadn’t been looking for it or any kind of reaction they wouldn’t have seen. But I did and I turned my head from Four to look at Chase.

“We’ll put together a team to go investigate. This will be classified just like the investigation into Marcus has been. Zeke, take Rob and head to the MedCenter to get more information on Marcus’ condition and post a guard there. Chase, you and I will head to the Abnegation sector and meet up with the group there.” I issue the orders and turn to face Four, who is still standing in the doorway. I debate for a second before I make a decision. “Four, take Wes and Cecil to the factionless sector and see what you can get on the group from the previous day. Also, pull any footage from that entire time until Marcus was found. See if we have anything that came up on our vid surveillance.”

Four gives me a tense nod but I am already moving on to the next step. My phone is out and I have updated Jack and Max. I will let Max handle if he wants to inform Jeanine or not and also contacting Andrew.

I am typing as I walk beside Chase. My thoughts are running a million miles a minute but there is one big question on my mind. Would Four actually have had the balls to pull something like that off?

Chase and I take a transport ourselves, with him driving. We aren’t ten minutes out of the complex when he speaks up from beside me, his voice quiet but firm. “It was Four.”

My head was buried in my phone, sifting through all the information and all the intel that is being fed to me via messages. Four did the surveillance portion of my orders, but as expected there isn’t shit on the cameras that give us a clue to who might have pulled off the attack.

I pull my face away from the screen and look over to Chase. “It if it was then that would be putting more weight to those peanuts he is passing off as his balls.” I scoff with a smirk. “The more likely story, the one I know we are going to confirm when all is said and done,” I say meaningfully, “...is that it was factionless.”

Chase glances at me and a ghost of a smile lift the corners of his mouth. He knows what I am doing but he isn’t going to say it. He better not say it anyways. Because fuck if I am doing this for goddamn Four. I just know it would kill Kat if fucking Tobias went to jail for doing what we all want to do.

What I wanted to do and would have...eventually. I can give him a pass for taking away the pleasure I would have had for that deed because in the end it just did me the favor of getting him out of the picture as a threat to Kat and her family. I refuse to let this make me like or respect him.

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