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Biggest Hater - Part Two

Matt Sturniolo x Fem Reader

Part 2 of 2

Alternate version of my Chris fic: Biggest Fan

Requested by the baddest! @muwapsturniolo

Summary: You just don’t get the hype of the Sturniolo Triplets like almost every girl your age does. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that you went to high school with them and Matt Sturniolo particularly, got on your nerves more than anyone you thought ever could. In fact, it has everything to do with that. And when you run into him a couple years later, at the peak of their fame, your feelings haven’t changed one bit. No matter how attractive you find him.

Content warnings: smut, oral, angry sex, teasing, pettiness, manipulation, mean!matt (even tho he's an angel irl), ANGST AF, enemies to lovers trope (somewhat?), slightly toxic, use of alcohol, a lil fluff at the end to make up for all the madness lol

word count: 3,887

You never breathed a word to anyone about what happened that night. Losing your virginity to Matt in the back of his minivan on prom night while stoned out of your mind was not something you could exactly go about announcing around the hallways of school. As much as you wanted to let what happened possibly turn into something more between you two, you simply couldn't let one night of passion make you forget the years of anger Matt caused you.

And your feelings were only solidified when you returned to school the next week, and he pretended like you didn’t even exist. He avoided you even more than he would before, and to be fair, you didn’t call or text him over the whole weekend out of sheer embarrassment. But you figured he would at least acknowledge you.

You started to feel incredibly stupid for letting your desires cloud your judgment and wished you could take back everything you did with him. You two never spoke again, as if that night never happened. And it hurt you for a while, until you eventually decided he wasn’t worth the trouble.

But that was two years ago, and this was now.

Now you were taking shots of tito’s back to back like they were water. Zach, the mutual friend that you and Matt shared from school was passing the bottle around, more people coming in and out of the house as the night wore on, the party getting bigger.

You danced in the middle of the living room along with the crowd of bodies, your body moving to the music freely as you tried to let the invasion of memories from prom night out of your mind. The alcohol coursed through your blood, your shyness leaving. You were starting to have a good time and were happy that you hadn’t seen Matt around since he disappeared down the hallway.

Zach comes up to you, leaning down to talk into your ear. He asks how you’re doing and what you’ve been up to since high school. You’re not one for small talk but you don’t want to be rude and start to engage in conversation with him when you hear a voice over the music interrupt you.

“Mind if I steal her from you?”

You turn to see Matt standing there, his eyes briefly travelling up and down your body before greeting Zach.

“Matt! What’s up, where you been? You want a shot?” he says, grabbing his hand in a handshake.

Matt shakes his head and motions to the keys attached to the belt loop of his jeans. “I’m the designated driver tonight.”

You give Matt a dirty look before you allow yourself to check him out. His appearance has changed so much since the last time you saw him. He’s wearing black jeans and a plain t shirt, a backwards hat on his head. He has light stubble on his face, making him look a little bit older. He looked really good.

But you weren’t drunk enough to acknowledge him further, turning back to Zach. “I think I’m gonna go get some fresh air.” You tell him and he barely lets you finish your sentence, grabbing both you and Matt by the shoulder.

“Hey, remember when you guys used to be at each other’s throats every day? It was hilarious.” He slurred, a drunken smile on his face.

You give him a deadpan look, avoiding looking at Matt to see his reaction. You could seriously strangle Zach right now for what he was doing.

“You know what’s hilarious Zach? She was pretending the whole time. I think she was just secretly in love with me.” Matt says and your jaw almost drops to the ground from shock.

Zach laughs loudly, throwing his head back. “I knew it! Practically everyone in our senior class said the same thing.”

The audacity these men had. You’re absolutely fuming, staring daggers at Matt, a stupid fucking smirk on his face. He knows you’re pissed, and he likes it. Loves it in fact. It satisfies him to no end that he can still get a reaction out of you after all this time. Not to mention, he thought you were incredibly attractive when you were mad.

Before you can fire a good comeback at him, a genius idea pops into your head. The music currently blasting through the large house now switches to an upbeat reggaeton sound, something directly in your element.

The furrow in your brows from the sour look on your face relaxes as it’s replaced with a smile, your eyes lighting up. Matt is a little caught off guard by the way your expression switched up suddenly but tries not to let it show. His arms are crossed, and he raises an eyebrow in curiosity as you speak to him.

“I love this song. Wanna dance?”

“Wait-what? -“ He starts, utterly confused now but you walk past him before he can protest, the fabric of your skirt brushing against his body. He grits his teeth, his heart skipping a beat as he inhales the scent of your perfume. You look back at him over your shoulder, a mischievous look in your eyes.

“Later, Zach.” Matt says, immediately following behind you. Your hips sway as you walk, closer to the dark corner of the room. Your short skirt is skintight, your lace top not leaving much to the imagination. You have on a pair of strappy heels and Matt can’t help but let his eyes linger on the smoothness of your legs and the curve of your ass as he walks behind you.

But he feels as though he’s walking into a trap, your sudden change in behavior a mystery to him. He hasn’t seen you in two years and you seem more mature, more confident in yourself. And given the way you both left things, he’s not sure why you would even give him the time of day.

You reach the corner of the room where it’s a little more private, starting to move your hips in small circles, swaying to the beat of the song. There’s a sultry look in your eyes as you lock eyes with Matt who’s slowly moving towards you. He’s drawn dangerously close to you, a few inches separating you from him. He’s hesitant but watches your body move sensually, your hair falling around your face as you run your hands through it. You look him in the eyes again, grabbing his hands to put them on your waist.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. And your only intention tonight is to make sure Matt knows exactly who he’s fucked with. There was just no way he was going to show up in your life again and try to make a fool out of you for the second time. You were going to remind him that yes, there’s an unspoken connection between you two, and an electric storm that is created when your bodies mesh with another. But then, you were going to rip it from him, the way that he did to you.

The music vibrates through your body as you guide Matt’s hands across your waist and hips, his lips parted as you have him in a trance. His eyes can’t choose between focusing on your breasts spilling out of your shirt, the sliver of skin peeking out from the hem, showing the curves of your hips or your bare thighs now brushing against him as you move even closer.

Then, you turn around and wrap your arm behind you, across the back of his neck. Your other hand keeps his on the side of your waist. You grind your ass lightly over his crotch, his chest pressed into your back. His head is leaned down by the side of your neck, his warm breathing fanning across your skin.

He moves with you for a minute, immersed in the music and the way your body grinds against him. He feels like its just you and him in this party, addicted to the feeling of you on him like he was the night he had you all to himself in the backseat of his van.

His lips brush lightly over the skin of your neck, and he takes a deep breath in to try and steady himself before things escalate further. “What are you doing, Y/N.” He mumbles into your ear. His fingers press into your hips, his pants tightening from the way your ass is rubbing onto him.

Fuck. It’s taking everything in him right now not to drag you to one of the empty bedrooms and bend you over the mattress so he can fuck your brains out.

You feel him grow hard in his jeans and smile to yourself, your plan going exactly how you wanted it to. You turn around suddenly and wrap your arms around his neck, your lips feathering over his. “I need you…”

It takes him all of thirty seconds to grab your hand and lead you out of the living room, and to the secluded hallway at the other side of the house. He pushes you softly against the wall, placing his arms on either side of your head. There’s a look of desperation on his face that you haven’t seen before.

“Y/N. Listen to me. I know this sounds crazy, but I think about you all the fucking time. I swear, I’ve tried so hard to get you off my mind since that night and I can’t. I- “

“Matt, please. I don’t want to talk about that right now. Just kiss me.” You interrupted and smashed your lips onto his, his shirt fisted in your hands.

What you really want to say is, you’re a liar. If you really meant that, you would’ve talked to me at school. You would’ve let me know how you felt instead of cutting me off. You would’ve acted like a grown man and reached out to me a long time ago.

But that isn’t part of your master plan to manipulate him. You needed him to think you wanted him, to make him feel the way he made you feel for months after you last saw him. You know it’s wrong and petty, but you don’t care. And you couldn’t help the fact that you also secretly enjoyed having his hands on your body again, his lips on yours like they belonged there.

Matt is completely sober but he’s getting lust drunk off the taste of your mouth, your wandering hands over his chest, his abdomen, his hair. Pushing and pulling him into you, and he can feel your pulse pounding a million miles a minute. He could breathe your air forever, could steal your kisses like it’s his favorite crime.

The desire between you two grows and grows, until Matt is convinced he could fuck you against the wall in this hallway right now and not care one bit who saw. But he knows that’s not the right way to do this. He wants you on the bed, so he can lay your body down, and devour you in the way he’s been craving all this time.

He grabs your hips, breaking the kiss and leads you to the nearest closed door, praying that it’s an empty bedroom. The chances are in his favor when he sees no one in the room, a large king-sized bed in the middle. He locks the door behind him, and you throw your arms around his neck again, entrapping his lips on yours once more. He bends down slightly and grabs your ass, lifting you up in the air. Your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you over to the bed.

Once he feels the mattress against his legs, he climbs on top, laying you down, his body on yours. He trails soft kisses from your cheek to your neck, his tongue on your hot skin, teeth grazing, leaving goosebumps all over you.

You sigh in pleasure, letting him take over your body like its his. Your determination has been crumbling since he pressed you against that wall, but you fight to keep your head on straight, his mouth now ghosting across your chest as his head dips lower. He tugs your shirt and bra down, revealing your tits to him, nipples hardened from the cool air. He looks up at you, blue eyes burning with fire as he circles his warm tongue around one of them, making you gasp.

He continues, taking extra time and attention to suck, kiss and lick on each of your breasts, his eyes still on yours, leaving your now soaked panties ruined. You can feel his erection pressing into you and when he starts moving his head further south, you wrap your legs around him and grab onto his shoulders so you can flip your bodies around on the bed, this time with you on top of him.

It was time for you to regain control. You pull the top of your shirt back up and he starts to sit up, but you push him down firmly by his shoulders. You grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head as he allows you to undress him. He doesn’t protest and watches as you move down the bed, to settle between his legs. Your hands unbutton his jeans and yank his pants down and off of him. Now he’s only left in his boxers, and you’re still completely dressed.

You lay down on the bed, bringing your face to his crotch and exhaling on his hardness. His abdomen flexes and he clenches his jaw as he watches you tease him, breathing your warm breath onto him and then letting your tongue run over him through the fabric of his boxers.

You press a kiss onto him, your lashes fluttering as you look up at him. “Y/N…” He groans, his hands tangling in your hair. “Don’t fucking tease me.”

You let a sly smile appear on your lips and rub your hands on his thighs. Your fingers curl around the band of his boxers, finally pulling them down so his cock springs out, long, hard, and begging to be taken care of.

He twitches as you press your lips to the tip, saliva leaking out of your mouth and coating him. Then you finally move your head down, taking as much of him as you can into your mouth and your soft hand curling around the base. He moans, holding your hair back as you bob your head up and down, his breathing becoming shallow.

You keep the pace, letting him brush the back of your throat and look at him, his head thrown back against the mattress in ecstasy, knowing he won’t last long at which the rate you’re going.

“Fuck…” He whimpers, letting you push him to that release, your actions feeling way too good to stop you.

You pull your mouth from him, gasping for air and letting your hand continue the motions, squeezing around him with every intention to get him to finish.

“I know baby, let go. It’s okay.” You say, urging him to cum.

But once you speak the words, Matt snaps out of his pleasure, the sentence sounding all too familiar.

“Matt…” You whine, and he presses his forehead to yours, his hands on your lower back, helping you ride him. “I know baby, let go. Its okay.” He says softly and the coil that’s been building for the past 20 minutes since he kissed you, finally releases and warmth floods your body. You moan loudly and feel yourself leaking on his thigh, your hips slowing down.

He grabs your jaw, the expression on his face now hardened. “What do you think you’re doing?” He says, finally catching onto your little plan.

Shit. You really fucked up now. You didn’t think he would recognize the same words, you thought it would be an inside joke only to yourself in your twisted mind. But Matt was smarter than you realized.

You try to play it off though, not wanting to give in. “What do you mean?” You say innocently, batting your eyelashes at him.

He chuckles darkly and snaps his boxers back on, grabbing you by your arms and pulling you up, flipping around so you lay on the bed, on your back again.

Matt had a feeling something was off the moment you asked him to dance but he let his attraction take over and his desire cloud his judgement. And now that he’d figured out what you were trying to do, he was furious. He was mad that you felt the need to mock him, to get back at him. He was mad that he let his stubbornness prevent him from acting like a mature adult and block you out of his mind, of his life.

But most of all, he was mad and at the same time obsessed with the control you had over him, over his body, over his thoughts. He never let anyone dictate his emotions but somehow you had, and right now he wanted to show you who was really in control here. He wanted to show just exactly how much he had missed you.

“Who do you think you’re trying to play with, hm?” He says as he roughly tugs your skirt down your body and off your legs, leaving your heels on. He removes your shirt and bra right after, leaving you shocked in the way he’s managed to get you naked in less than a minute.

You don’t say a word as he pushes your legs open, his thumbs digging into your skin so hard, it hurts. He slots his shoulders in between as he places his wet lips on your stomach, kissing his way down, over your pelvis, and moving to your inner thighs, licking and sucking at the crevices.

It was insane the way Matt could control you with his dominance, the touch of his hands and the feeling of his tongue on your skin. You’ve basically lost your whole course of action in revenge, allowing him to have his way with you.

He’s everywhere except the spot you need him the most, leaving you whimpering and on edge, your hips uncontrollably moving. He smacks your inner thigh, making you cry out from the sting.

“Stop fucking moving. You wanted to play this game, right? Well, let Daddy show you who’s really in control here.” He practically growls and the tone of his voice has your pussy throbbing with need but your heart pounding with anger.

“Fuck you, Matt.” You respond, glaring down at him in between your legs.

He raises his eyebrows in surprise at your defiance, his eyes almost completely black from the way his pupils are blown. His fingertips dig harshly into your skin as he pulls you down even closer to his mouth, and your breath picks up as he traces his lips over your folds, not touching all the way but barely brushing.

He places a gentle kiss to the spot right above your clit, his eyes the complete opposite of soft as he looks up at you. He kisses once more and then dips down to lick one swipe through you only to move away, his tongue on your inner thigh again.

The teasing is almost too much, making you whine and squirm under him. He smirks at your reaction, satisfied with the way he’s gotten you worked up. He licks through you again, his tongue strong and warm and circles around your hole before pulling away once more, kissing the side of your lips.

“Say you want me.” He breathes against your skin, looking at you again.

You don’t answer him and he runs one finger through your folds, massaging lightly before pulling away seconds later.

“Say you want me. And I’ll give you what you need baby.” He’s looking at you with expectancy, hoping you’ll give in because as much as he’s enjoying teasing you, he wants nothing more than to please you.

You could almost cry from how mean he’s being, and grit your teeth, your eyes continuing to give him dirty looks. No fucking way you’re giving in this easily.

“I said… Fuck. You.”

There’s a brief moment of silence and heated looks exchanged before he suddenly gets up, standing at the end of the bed and then reaches up to drag you by your ankles to the edge where he is, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He would’ve had you cumming on his tongue, thighs around his face as you shook, swallowing every last drop.

“You’re gonna regret that.” He simply says and pulls his dick out only to push it into you with no warning, bottoming out as his hips connect with yours.

You cry aloud from the feeling, and you’re seeing stars as Matt drives himself into you over and over, hard. You’re moaning along with him, your head thrown back against the mattress. He watches as he slips in and out of you, the blissful look of pleasure on your face, a sight he could replay in his head for the rest of his life.

He wraps one hand around your neck, squeezing a little, making you clench around him from the feeling of arousal it gives you. The anger pours out of both of you, mixing with pleasure until it turns into something else, something you two have been holding back for a long time. This is nothing like the last time. In the van, it was sweet, innocent and new. But now it was dirty, hot and desperate.

The sounds of your bodies against each other fill the room, the wetness you make as he thrusts into you like music to his ears. He tells you how sexy you are, how good you take him, how much he loves to have you like this. Dripping down his cock, body quivering and throat raw from screaming out his name.

You both claim to hate each other but somehow ended up in this position for the second time. As you reach your release together, he lays closer over the top of you, burying his face in your neck. You hold him, nails scratching down his back as you cum around him, and you feel the throbbing of his cock as he finishes inside you. He stays there for a minute as you both calm down and he’s whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Matt drove you home that night, after taking his brothers home first of course. Everyone assumed what you two were doing when you disappeared from the party and Chris and Nick giggled in the car, making fun of you two, much to Matt’s annoyance.

He kissed you good night. He called the next day, and the next, and the next. He checked up on you, sent flowers to your house when you weren’t expecting, he even brought you lunch to your job when you were having a particularly rough day. He made up for all the lost time.

You both had many discussions about the past. You forgave him for what happened, and it made you happy to finally say you didn’t hate Matthew Sturniolo after all. You were actually deeply, head over heels, in love with him.

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Clementine - Tommy Shelby

Written for my lovely @runnning-outof-time – congrats again on 3k!! I loved the flower garden theme paired with the song "From Austin" by one of my fave singers Zach Brian. This turned out sadder than intended, but I'm not sorry for it. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: A flower garden, their own piece of heaven for Tommy and (y/n) before the war forces them to part ways. A flower garden that may force them to cross paths again, eventually.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, public sex, mentions war, mentions death of a child, mentions death of a loved one, angst, this is quite sad.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!widowed!reader (2.7k words)

“Quiet.” His voice echoed through the night, eyes focused on her frame. He had his hand stretched out for her to take, watching her struggle with her naked feet and the dirt covered seam of her dress. “On the count of three.”

Tommy began to count, tightening his grip on her hand before he pulled her up, helping (y/n) onto the stone wall. Both were heavily panting, sitting in silence for a few seconds before Tommy shot her an excited smirk. He jumped down from the wall, swallowed by the blanket of darkness lingering around them, momentarily leaving (y/n) behind.

“Come, I’ll catch you.” Tommy’s words encouraged her, forcing her to deeply exhale before she jumped into the dark abyss, squealing into the crook of his neck as he caught her, pressing the young woman against his chest. His scent engulfed her, reminding her of tobacco, of tea, and of the melancholic feeling of being homesick.

(Y/n)’s insides churned, caught in her thoughts. Tommy would leave in a few days, one with hundreds of men that were urged on by the need to defend their home country, ready to die amongst other soldiers. But none of them understood the severity of their situation, none of them truly understood what it meant to die for their country, not taking the shadow of death following them around seriously.

“Don’t cry, we still have time.” His rough voice rang in her ears, eyes forced to meet his piercing ones. Tommy’s soft thumbs wiped away her tears, eyes flickering down to her lips before he pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn’t the first time Tommy had kissed her, and certainly wouldn’t be the last, and yet the kiss didn’t taste of love and longing, no, there was a bitter off-taste to it, once again reminding (y/n) of their fleeting time together.

He parted from her with a sigh, fingers interlaced with hers as he started pulling (y/n) along. She couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering, admiring the flowers blooming in the garden, hands tingling to reach out to them, wanting to cherish their beauty. The flowers would wither before he’d return, petals falling to the ground like soldiers left to die on the cold warfield, and yet (y/n) found some kind of beauty in the thought of vanitas, in the transience of life.

“Do you remember the first time you brought me here?” Her question was met with a laugh rumbling through Tommy as they came to halt in the middle of the garden, finding shelter in the veil of night's darkness. He pulled her in once again, forehead pressed against hers, reminiscing in the memories of their past years together.

“You were so scared they’d find us, could barely pay attention to the flowers.” It had been years since Tommy had first sneaked into the garden, climbing the high walls because of some bet with his brothers. A drunken joke that had guided him into this small piece of heaven. The night he had brought (y/n) here for the first time, he had made a silent promise: one day he’d be wealthy enough to gift her a garden this rich of exotic flowers, of scents only those with enough money would be able to recognise.

“I am glad you brought me here that day.” A smile tugged on her lips, weight shifted onto her toes to kiss him. The kiss was slow, not rushed by their fleeting time and the adrenaline thumping through their veins, wondering when or if they’d ever be caught trespassing, both were caught in the moment, needing to feel one another before their eventual goodbye would force them to part ways.

Tommy’s hand toyed with the buttons of her dress, slowly popping them open one by one, not able to stop his smirk from widening. As the last button was opened, she dropped to her knees, eyes staring up at him with a dangerous glint swimming in them, hoping that he’d follow her down to the cold ground. The grass stroked along her arms, trapping her in a field of safety, finally succeeding in making her forget about the future laying ahead of them. For a few moments she was wrapped in the sweet scent of the flowers, of the clementine trees growing around them, a scent forever etched into her memory.

“I love you, and I always will, even if it’s the only thing I can promise.” Tommy murmured the words into the night, hands disappearing beneath the fabric of her dress, shuffling her underwear down her legs. She was soaked, dripping for his touch, not wanting to waste any time on touches she’d forget within the passing moments, clinging onto the emotions the upcoming minutes would push through her body.

“I love you too, Tommy.” He fumbled with his trousers, freeing his cock before he spat into his hand, pumping himself a few times as (y/n) wrapped her legs around his waist. Both moaned in unison as he connected their bodies, sinking into her tightness like a sailor arriving back home after months away. There was no time to hold still, to admire the beauty she had exposed to him, no time to kiss every part of the body he’d dream of when his nights grew darker.

Tommy fucked her into the cold ground, leaving marks on her hips with his tight grasp, hoping that his hands would mould against the shape of her body. Her moans left his heart racing, selfishly praying to whoever was listening that no other man would ever manage to make her feel like this, even though he had made his peace with the realisation that another man will eventually warm her bed. If there was one thing he wouldn’t ask her to do, it was beg her to wait for him, he wasn’t as oblivious as the other men his young age, knew well enough of the danger war unleashed upon those fighting for their country.

Her walls fluttered around his cock, begging him to push her over the edge, needing to let go with his name burning on her lips like a salty breeze whispering secrets. Tommy buried his face in the crook of her neck, teeth grazing along her skin as his hand found her middle, shuffling the fabric of her dress up to her waist. Her bundle of nerves pulsed against his thumb, begging him to pick up the pace of his movements.

Curses rumbled through (y/n) as she came, letting go with her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched off the grass. Her mind tried to grasp onto the moment, hoping that she’d never forget about the highs Tommy pushed through her, making her tremble beneath him. And as he followed her down the edge, releasing himself inside of her, walls painted white, she felt her thoughts slowly slipping, drowning out the sounds of the night, only focusing on him.

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The mansion was quiet, only the sound of (y/n) turning the pages of her book could be heard, filling the study. She had her eyes glued to the words, reading yet another novel her husband had brought home months ago, hoping to see a smile tug on her lips. (Y/n) was deep in thought, sucked into the story as if she was living through it herself, seeing the characters all too vividly.

She jumped in her seat as the sound of somebody knocking on her door echoed through the house, eyes forced away from her pages. From her seat near the window she could hear the hurried steps of her maid, moving towards the door to greet the men (y/n) was expecting. Once again her eyes wandered back down to her pages, trying to finish the last words of the chapter.

Her maid called her name, stepping into the study with a polite smile lingering on her lips, murmuring a soft “They are here” towards the reading woman. And with a sigh leaving her, (y/n) closed the book, tugging on her dress to shake off the wrinkles. Her eyes found the garden laying to her feet, a place once filled with loving memories she was now running from.

The sound of someone clearing their throat forced (y/n) to turn towards her guests, freezing as her eyes found an all too familiar pair of blue eyes. She hadn’t known who would come by to talk about the property, had trusted her neighbour’s words, promising the woman that he knew just the right person to buy her mansion. Tommy’s name left her, spoken into the quiet study like a whisper leaving her in the depth of the night.

“(Y/n), it’s good to see you again.” Even though his eyes were all too familiar, his voice had nothing comforting to it, not soft like it once had sounded, rather rough, similar to the cold gaze he now wore to stare her down. “Is your husband around? I was told he was looking to sell the property.”

“My husband’s dead, Thomas.” Wrapped in a thick silence, the two stared at one another, eyes only breaking their contact as Arthur pushed past Thomas, opening his arms for the woman he had once loved like a sister. The hug made tears well up in her eyes, clinging to the man she had known ever since she had been a child, the man whose wellbeing she had prayed for.

“I’m sorry about your loss, love.” Arthur squeezed her hand before he stepped away from her, allowing her glassy eyes to find Tommy’s once again. He had pushed a cigarette between his lips, blowing out a thick blanket of smoke before he took a step closer, and another, sinking down in the chair she had been sitting on minutes ago.

“Why are you trying to sell this place?” Her insides screamed at her to move closer, wanting to feel Tommy’s hands pressed against hers, and yet she didn’t dare move. (Y/n)’s trembling hand wiped away her falling tears, deeply exhaling as she was trying to find the strength to reply, thoughts running wild. It had been years since she had last seen the two of them, years she had spent waiting for their return, and yet the relief of seeing them again had never come, not receiving one message from Tommy.

“It’s too big for me, I have no need for so many rooms, and the flower garden is too much for me to care for. There’s nothing left to stay here for, I’m leaving for America next Saturday.” Tommy seemingly tensed at the mention of the garden, eyes wandering to the window. It took him a moment to snap into motion, to rise from his seat and to walk up to the doors leading out into the garden. She watched him step outside, silently following with Arthur lingering behind.

“You never wrote to me, not one single letter. We were waiting for you to come back to us.” (Y/n)’s murmurs were swallowed by the deep exhale leaving his pale lips, finishing his cigarette with a tired expression lingering on his features.

“We?” A whisper quiet as the night he had last brought her to the flower garden, filled with nothing but memories and confessions. Tommy started walking, slow enough for her to follow him, allowing her to watch him take in the blooming flowers, fingers darting out to stroke along the colourful petals. (Y/n) averted her gaze, heavily swallowing as she stroked her hand along the fabric of her dress.

“We had a little girl. Clementine Shelby, at least that’s what she should have been called.” Her throat began to tighten up, heart breaking in her chest all over again, overwhelmed by the pain clashing through her. Tommy didn’t reply, he stared at her with dilated pupils, begging her to keep on talking, to tell him of their daughter’s fate, not expecting her next words to rip his soul from his fleshcage, evaporating into nothingness like the love he had once clung to. “Her lungs were weak, ever since she was born, but I had hope that we’d find some safety away from the city, away from the constant fear, and the news that kept growing worse. But her lungs weren’t made for the cold, she died before she could even try to begin to understand the love I had for her. My husband took good care of her, of us, but god, Tommy, it wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

“You were engaged by the time I came back, I knew he’d give you the peace you deserved, the love you needed. The war has changed me, it has changed us all, I have no love left to give. People ruin people, I don't want to ruin you. Not you. But if I had known-” Tommy shook his head, eyes finding the grey sky above. Tears welled up in her eyes once again, arms crossed in front of her chest to try and keep her sobs bottled in, not wanting to break out into a fist of cries in front of Tommy.

“You always thought I’m some damsel in distress you had to shelter from the world outside, some porcelain that would break if you’d grasp it too tightly. For God’s sake, Tommy, I may have married him, but not because I wanted to, but to help my parents survive with the little money they had, to help our daughter. I would have left him the second you returned to us.” The tears kept falling, no longer caught by her trembling fingers, struggling to keep on breathing as he turned towards her, watching the woman in front of him crumble.

No words left the man as he pulled her into his chest, holding her close like he hadn’t done in years. She sobbed, choking on her breaths as he held her, eyes squeezed shut to bite down the pain spreading through his body, cursing himself for ever leaving her behind. Tommy Shelby was a selfish man, and yet his try to protect her from himself had been anything but selfish, at least not to him.

“I once promised you that I will always love you, and I never broke that promise. You deserve better than this, something I can’t give you, and if I’m honest, I always knew that I won’t be able to provide you with what you deserve. It was selfish of me to hold onto you for so long, even before the war.” Tommy’s confession made her tremble, hands tightening their grip on the fabric of his suit. It felt like all those years ago, another goodbye that had once ripped her heart in two.

“Look at me, Tommy.” Her whispers filled the morning, eyes taking in his frame, the empty eyes of his, filled with fear, with confusion, and that biting uncertainty. Her trembling hand cupped his warm cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. “Return to me, to us.”

“I love you, (y/n).” He pressed a kiss against her palm, eyes fluttering close to relish in the moment. With a step back Tommy parted from her, sparing the crying woman one last glance. And even though he knew that there was a chance for him to return, to make it back home eventually, Tommy knew that he’d never get to feel her lips again, that he’d never be fortunate enough to cling to her with loving words spilling from their lips ever again.

“I love you too, Thomas Shelby.”

He squeezed her arms before he stepped back from her, clearing his throat to let go of the memories flushing through his mind, “We’ll buy the property, it will be in good hands. I promise.”

She watched him turn from her with glassy eyes, making his way back into the house, where Arthur had been watching the two. Tommy disappeared from her eyesight, a ghost of old times, fading like the flowers that would be laid to rest once autumn made itself comfortable in the garden she’d never step foot in again.

#Tommy Shelby smut #Tommy Shelby imagine #Tommy Shelby angst #peaky blinders imagine

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oh-allie · 2 months

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REQUEST GUIDELINES/FANDOMS + DNI + TAGS

i'll be continuously updating this list, but fandoms i’ll write for are…. (bold = i know more about the content/characters !!)

genshin impact (although i've run out of storage lately so i might not know new characters)

honkai star rail

project sekai (includes vocaloids)

hazbin hotel (iffy on writing for alastor BUT i'm arospec and ace so i think i get a pass /j)

saiki k (the thing about alastor also applies to saiki cause hes totally aroace ....)

avatar: the last airbender

gravity falls (FORD FORD FORD FORD, FIDDLEFORD FIDDLEFORD FIDDLEFORD) (play swooning over stans)

one punch man

twisted wonderland

reverse: 1999

the royal tutor (guys pls request this nobody likes this show anymore)

ouran highschool hostclub (my love/hate relationship with this show is so urgh)

kaguya-sama love is war

parasyte -the maxim-

food wars ! (soma's dad is SOOOOO)

march comes in like a lion

mob psycho 100

zach stone is gonna be famous (zach stone, zach stone !!!)

blue exorcist

class of '09

…..

REQUESTING;

please be a little specific on what you want 💔 i am not the most creative so if you just write "oh can i request a ___ x reader" then i dont know CAN YOU ?

this is mainly an x reader blog (i develop crushes on characters too quickly 💔💔) BUT i will still write character x character fics !! though they might not be as good because augh ☹️

i dont write; basically just smut 😓 (non-sexual intimacy is cool tho !! {GUYS PLEASE} very very cute n sweet)

i DO write; any gender, although im more accustomed with writing for fem readers !! i’m always willing to try things tho, so request away !!, uuh angst, fluff, crackfics, basically anything thats not sexual or INCREDIBLY violent

dni: all basic DNI criteria applies !!!

specific dnis

-wilbur defenders

-dream defenders

- .... radioapple shippers .... (this is KIND of a joke but NOT REALLY ?? I REALLY HATE THIS SHIP 😿)

i dont take my DNI list very seriously, i know many people wont look at this before they interact, but i hope if anyone who falls under these sees this- they know they aren't welcome here. fuck off bigots 🙏🙏 (this doesnt apply to radioapple LMAO)

TAGS

#allies rambles - is for any random things (answering non-request asks, me complaining, thoughts with no purpose whatsoever, etc)

#allies blurbs - is for any character rants, show rants, analysis', things like that !!

#allies fics - self explanatory, all my fics will be tagged with this !!

#allies art - again, self explanatory, my art !!

if i dont tag something properly please leave a reply !! mute anything you dont wanna see, i appreciate all of you <33

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zigzagwriting · 2 years

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Please Read!

Hi I’m Z I’m 20 years old, and my pronouns are She/They. This is my fun little side blog where I write about the characters and stories that I love!

Anon ask is turned on but if this becomes a problem I will turn it off. But don’t be afraid to send requests or to say hello! (I’m super chill I promise)

I will turn down any request that makes me uncomfortable and or one’s I simply do not want to do.

Minors are NOT allowed on my page.

(Breaking this rule will result in you getting blocked)

Characters and Fandoms I will write for:

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Marvel

Loki

Wanda Maximoff

Kingo, Thena, and Sersi from Eternals

Natasha Romanoff

Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker

Adult!Miles Morales

Feel free to ask about any other MCU character!

I will write for most characters played by these actors

Pedro Pascal

Adam Driver

Robert Sheehan

Tom Hiddleston

Karen Gillan

Megan Fox

Pete Davidson

Margot Robbie

Keanu Reeves

Elizabeth Olsen

Zendaya

Rami Malek

Doctor Who

every regeneration of The Doctor from NewWho

Dhawan!Master

Dhawan!Doctor (he’s one of my favorite AUs)

Amy Pond

Clara Oswald

Donna Noble

River Song

Bill Potts

Other characters can be negotiable

Miscellaneous characters and fandoms

Dewy Finn and Beetlejuice from School of Rock the Musical and Beetlejuice the Musical (I’m really just a sucker for characters played by Alex Brightman)

Eddie Munson from Stranger Things

Peter Maximoff from X Men Days of Future Past and X Men Apocalypse

Zach Stone from Zach Stone Is Gonna Be Famous

Jennifer Check from Jennifer’s Body (aged up only)

Carrie White from Carrie (aged up only)

Tiffany Valentine from the Chucky franchise

Again other characters and fandoms are negotiable

Things I will write

NSFW

SFW

Angst

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Character x reader x Character

Female!Reader

Gender Neutral!Reader

Things I will not write for

Non-con

Any hardcore fetishes (you can DM me for clarification on this one!)

This is common sense but I will not write anything to do with Incest, Pedophilia/MAPs, Bestiality, Rape, or anything related. Asking for this stuff will get you blocked immediately

Age play (daddy/mommy kink is fine)

Homophobia

RPF/ Real People Fiction (the only way I will do this is if it is portrayed in a platonic context)

I will not stand for any form of racism, homophobia, or bigotry and I am not afraid to use the block button

#info #z talks

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dark9896 · 1 year

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Unsettling [Steven x Reader]

Requested by Anonymous 🥊

For once, Steven wasn't terribly late in getting home. And yet, there was a gut feeling that something was off. The first thing was just how quiet the apartment was.

Normally, Zach and Bella would be playing in the living room floor. Normally, you'd be in the kitchen or out on the terrace. Normally there would be a note explaining why you weren't home.

And yet, Steven saw none of this. There weren't any signs of a struggle, not a big one at least. Discarded toys over a play rug that looked like they'd been forcibly dropped, but...

Steven climbed the stairs. Hopefully, whatever happened, you and the kids had gotten to the safe room. And as he walked, Steven dialed your number. If he could reach you, hear an explanation or at least that you were okay...

"I'm sorry, the number you've reached has a voicemail box that is full. Please hang up and call again later."

Steven stopped outside the door to the safe room. Not only was the door closed, there was no indication it had been locked. And your voicemail box was never filled. Where were you? Why hadn't you picked up? Steven tried to steady his breathing, call to his goon squad.

No answer there either, only distressed noises. Marching back down the stairs and calling your phone again, Steven stopped. Absolutely horrified that your phone was buzzing on the kitchen counter.

Steven's own phone nearly dropped from his hand as he scrambled to pick up the ringing rectangle. ignoring his own call and opening your voicemail. Several 'missed' calls from an unknown number, each came with a message. His need to know what was going on forced Steven's hand to press the button to listen to the very first message in by time stamps.

Each one was the exact same... and each one made Steven's blood boil. He called Klaus and explained the situation. Wherever you were, whatever had happened to you, Steven was going to find out and get you back home safe.

Klaus wanted to comfort his friend, but words were failing him. Knowing one's entire family had up and vanished, there was simply no way to comfort the stressed man sitting next to himself in the car.

The only thing that would comfort Steven was the return of his family... and making every last one of their captors suffer... brutally.

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Zachary kept on his guard. The big hulking men in masks had roughly thrown him and Isabella in the same room. While they weren't tied up, Zach had seen they dragging you off to who knows where. He was able to keep Bella from seeing you dragged away limp like that, he was able to fight back the tears he desperately wanted to cry. He had to, as a big brother he had to protect Bella and make sure those big men didn't hurt her.

Zach kept himself between the door and Bella as she cowered in the corner. Those footsteps were slow, they had to be one of the men that brought them here. Zach didn't know what to do, but he couldn't let them hurt Bella. He tensed up, not sure what he could really do... but he had to try.

"Get the girl, the parent should talk if we show their precious baby getting roughed up."

Zach bundled himself into a crouch, he needed to protect Bella, period. When the door opened, Zach lunged. All he could think to do was sink his teeth into the forearm of the man. And all the man could do was yell in pain.

Zach managed to hold on really well all things considered, despite the man swinging his arm so violently. It wasn't until the other literally yanked Zach off that he knew what he really did. There was a lot of blood in his mouth and dribbling down his chin, he had taken a large chunk of flesh out of the guy's arm.

"F&*king brat!"

Zach found himself thrown back in the room, bouncing a little on the stone floor. But neither man dared enter, slamming the door shut.

"F*&k. Starphase must be raising feral demons instead of kids."

Zach didn't let his guard down until he couldn't hear the men outside. Bella had been screaming and crying the whole time he had been attacking them. And she was currently clinging to her older brother and trying to ignore the blood. Zach wiped at his mouth some, he vaguely wondered if he'd get in trouble for staining his clothes.

At least, until he heard more footsteps. Then he pushed Bella off, ready to pounce and bite whoever came through the door.

~~~~~

Steven was not happy with how things were going right now. Even in having found where his family was being held, even seeing that you were perfectly fine... minus some roughing up. He worried deeply about the kids, he heard a couple of the guys mention torturing them to make you talk, right before their lungs filled with ice.

It made Steven sick to his stomach just thinking about it.

He had to find them, before they had to suffer any more. And in his haste, Steven found Zach lunging at him as if he were going to bite.

"WHoa!" Steven stepped back enough to only catch his little boy, "Easy there, its me, its Papa."

Zach's eyes welled up with tears. Steven took note of the bruises, the blood around his son's mouth. He was careful in how he hugged his son, knowing something had to have happened for this to be Zach's reaction.

Steven was equally blindsided by Bella clinging to his legs. But ultimately relieved that she was unharmed. Steven lifted her up into the hug, grateful that they were safe.

~~~~~

Steven sat next to your bedside, having taken several days off to care for Bella and Zach. Mostly Bella though, Zach had been in the hospital with you being treated for a few fractured bones. It felt so surreal to Steven now, hearing that his son had taken a chunk out a man's arm and survived being thrown against stone. But even more so at everything you'd endured. Dr. Estevez reported that due to all the concussion inducing hits you'd taken, you'd be in here a while longer yet.

So Steven would be on office duty, working from home until further notice. The only thing he didn't like, was how little his goon squad was able to help. Though the arcana disrupters were likely the cause, his private squad couldn't pass into areas with those littered around.

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #steven starphase #ask

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petesvodka · 3 years

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masterlist

pete davidson / zeke presanti

terrifying in the best possible way

creating, creation, created

mistakes have been made

longing for the familiar

just a waiting game

impossible to forget

from dirt roses grow

best served cold

take him back

sick and tired

those nights

here to stay

stop thinking

soft flannel

the forest

together

ofrenda

doubt

ignite

blurbs

simple facts

something a bit different

bo burnham / zach stone

books & faces

fuzzy

#masterlist #zeke presanti #zeke presanti x you #zeke presanti x reader #pete davidson x you #pete davidson x reader #pete davidson concept #bo burnham x reader #bo burnham x you #zach stone x reader #zach stone x you #zach stone is gonna be famous #zach stone #pete davidson #big time adolescence #mars writes

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whoabo · 3 years

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i believe in you.

readers pronouns: they/them.

paring: zach stone x reader.

warning: zach being sad :(, self doubt but a lot of fluff.

request: Hey! Love your writing! I was just wondering if I could request a Zach Stone x reader (Any pronouns :) ) where Zach is really stressed about trying to become famous and his partner (the reader) just comforts him? I'm talking Zach's head on the reader's chest, fingers through hair, gentle touching, "I believe in you!" talks, just really sappy stuff hehe :)))

a/n: some of things i wrote didn’t happen in the show but there is stuff from the show thrown in there. i changed it just a tiny bit. also i love zach so much he deserved a happy ending :(:

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“what about.. oh! what about being an actor?”

zachs eyes widened as he looked at the camera, his signature grin crossing his face. he started writing down more ideas. but being an actor is one that really stuck out for him.

his partner, y/n, looked at him with a small smile. “zach, do you know anything about acting?” they asked as they laid their head on his shoulder, watching write out other jobs to become famous.

he stopped writing and looked at them. “have faith in me, baby!” he said with a somewhat smolder look on his face. he looked back to the camera, “look out america, you’re lookin’ at the next oscar winning actor!” he exclaimed happily.

the camera pans to y/n, there’s no other expression but love and hope for their boyfriend.

———

zach told y/n to come over to his asap. when they walked into his bedroom any and greg sat there on his bed.

“where’s zach?” y/n asked. greg and amy shrugged, greg started to snoop around his room.

amy looked over to y/n and patted the spot next to her. they sat down and started to chat while they waited for zach to arrive from wherever he was.

the camera crew came in and started to roll. “zach’s comin’ up soon, he told us to start filming.”

the trio nodded and started chatting again. soon enough zach came in with a small cd player. he smiled as he walked in the room and made a beeline for y/n. he pressed a small kiss to their lips.

“alright! so, had a bit change of plans. i’ve decided to become a singer!” he said.

greg and amy looked skeptical, even making eye contact with the cameras.

y/n smiled but had a confused look on their face. “what about being an actor?”

zach shook his head and with a wave of his hand he dismissed them. “i think i could make some easy money off of singing, and plus i’m like.. incredibly good.” a smug look was thrown at the camera.

“uh, camera dudes. make sure to get a close up of me and y/n when i press play!” he whispered.

he walked back to his desk and sat down the cd player. he hooked up his ipod to the small aux cord and pressed play.

“it’s friday night, we’re feeling alright so let’s get drunk on some alcohol!”

zach started dancing around the room and mouthing along to the words.

“take off your pants, dance, dance, dance! cause we’re young and we’re never gonna die!”

almost as soon as it started, it ended. the three looked at each other.

“i-it was good. play the rest of it.” greg said, clamping his hands together on his lap. zach furrowed his brows and shot a small glance at y/n.

“that was it.” zach said. the three tilted their heads. so zach started to explain. “people now.. only wanna listen to their favorite part of song. well! i’m beating the system.” he smiled while he extended his arms.

y/n nodded and smiled, while amy and greg shrugged.

———

it’s been at least a week since zach showed his friends and partner is new idea on to become famous. not much has come from it other than— what seems like— disappointment from his father.

but, zach was gonna prove him wrong. zach got his first gig tonight and couldn’t be more happy. sure, his songs were about fifteen seconds long but he knew people would love them. he called y/n to come over and help him get ready. when they arrived, they greeted zach’s parents.

“hey babe— whoa.”

zach turned around and faced them. he smiled and hugged them, placing a kiss on their cheek.

“what do you think?” he asked as he did a small spin. he was wearing what seemed like a cardigan with the sleeves ripped off. and a leather jacket over it.

“you look great. different, but i could get used to it.”

zach smiled and turned away from them. he felt heat rise to his cheeks as he grabbed an eyeliner pencil.

he handed it to them, “i need you to do my makeup.”

as the couple sat on the bed zach grabbed y/n free hand and held it as they did his makeup. it seemed as soon as they were done there was a knock on the door.

“hey zach, we’re going to bed. be quiet— what are doing?” zach’s father— andrew— came in his eyes filled with confusion.

zach stood up, “got a gig tonight, at the punk hole. won’t be back til after midnight.” he said with a smug grin. he saw the camera crew behind his father and flashed a smile.

andrew scoffed, “no chance zach. you really think you can just leave after that stunt you pulled earlier? your mother paid good money for the sweater.”

zach rolled his eyes. y/n could feel the tension rising in the room.

“you know, i’m sick and tired of my life being dictated by uh.. a uh b-by a dictator, okay! you know, for your infomation y/n,” zach motioned to them, who was sitting in the bed. “doesn’t even have a curfew anymore.”

andrew pointed a finger at zach and then at y/n. “let me tell you something about y/n, alright? y/n didn’t throw their life away to just stay home and play dress up!”

zach’s face slowly started to drop. the confidant facade no longer showing. y/n could see his lips start to tremble, but he hid it by biting down on them.

“y/n had earned their freedom cause their parents are actually proud of them!”

zach looked at the ground before looking back up at the camera men. he waved his hand, telling them to put them down. zach’s mom had came into the room do to all the commotion. zach stared at his shoes while his mom walked over to y/n.

“will you take him to your house tonight?” she whispered into their ear. y/n nodded and stood up grabbing zach’s hand.

as they walked down the stairs, zach told the camera crew to not follow them. told them to just take the night off.

zach didn’t say anything in the car. he just hunched over in his seat and rested his forehead against the glove box. y/n removed one hand from the wheel and rubbed his back as they drove.

———

y/n led zach to their room and made him sit on the bed. they walked to the bathroom and grabbed sleep wipes. as they sat on the bed next to zach, they grabbed ahold of his chin and started to wipe away the eye makeup as gently as they could.

once all the makeup was and he was changed into some pajamas that he kept there and laid down. his head rested on y/n chest. he felt them start to play with his hair.

y/n could feel his shoulders shake slightly as small sniffles and breaths came out. they wrapped their arms around him as tight and as comfortable as they could. the longer they held him, the more he seemed to cry.

“i just.. i want him to be proud of me. even if i’m not like andy or don’t g-go to collage, you know? i wanna make a name for myself and b-be someone.” zach whispered. he moved his face closer to their neck as he tried to calm himself down.

“well, i don’t know about your father but i’m sure he’ll come around. but you have me, i’ll be your number one fan as long as you want me to be. i believe in you zach.” they kissed his head and started to play with his hair again.

“thank you, y/n.” he said as he lifted his head up. he leaned fowrward and pressed his lips against theirs and smiled through it. no one has ever believed in him or loved him as much as y/n had. he was forever grateful for them.

he pulled away and laid his head back down on their chest.

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, zach stone.” they smiled.

“ugh, that would’ve been perfect if the cameras were here.” zach jokingly spoke.

“shut up, zach.” they laughed.

#zach stone #zach stone x reader #zach stone is gonna be famous #bo burnhan #bo burnham x reader #bo burnham imagine #whoabo

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toleratemypanderin · 3 years

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Will I ever be enough?

Zach stone fluff and angst if you squint

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Warnings: There are non.

Word count: 1165

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The reader will basically take the place of Amy and will comfort Zach after his self esteem deteriorates.

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“Y/n and Greg earned their freedom because their parents are actually PROUD of them!” Zach was stunned. His father’s words hit him hard, rippling through his body, he couldn’t muster up the courage to face his father with a witty quip or a hilarious pun.

Zach’s throat tightened, drawing his eyes to the carpet forcing the oncoming tears back down.

“I- I-“ he stumbled. He was useless. Unable to stand up for himself or his dreams. He turned to the camera, his eyes glazing over as he gestured his hand downwards to the crew.

“P-please turn the cameras off guys” his voice trembled. Zach’s father looked firm with disappointment blazing over his face. Not regretting a single word.He turned back to his father with a quivering lip and slouched shoulders. He finally admitted defeat.

“I’m going to sleep at y/n’s tonight” he whimpered with complete hopelessness as he ran out of the door; his crew not daring to follow him as they’d never seen Zach like this before, he was always full of laughter and life and now he seemed drained and defeated. His vision blurred; tears staining his ashen face, it smudged his eyeliner as he sped down to y/n’s. He was meant to be at theirs half an hour ago so they could take him to the club to perform.

His fathers words echoed in his ears. He was right. He’d never make anyone proud with his useless excuses for fame. Maybe he should just give up. Thoughts shivered through Zach just as the cold air shivered across his bare arms; cutting off the cardigan sleeves wasn’t the most intelligent idea he’d had yet. He reached their front yard, eyes red, hugging his bare arms tightly, as he hobbled up to their front door. Weakly knocking on their door he feels as though he could just collapse right there.

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Readers perspective

Startled by a small tap against the door you pull yourself up from the couch. Hoping it was Zach you skipped to the door, this had to be him, you were considering whether to text him on whether he’s coming but he always wanted to make a fashionably late entrance. You swung open the door to be almost squashed as Zach hurdled towards you; wrapping himself in your warmth as he almost collapsed his tall form onto you.

“Woah woah woah hey!” You exclaimed unsure of what was going on as you wrapped your arms around his bare frigid shoulders, completing the embrace and feeling whole. Concern grew inside you so you hesitantly pull away from his icy cold body to face him only to see his face, pale and bleak with painful teary eyes and a rosy nose.

Raising warm soft hands to his face you stroke his cheeks filling him with a warmth that he had never felt with his parents, a feeling of love.

“What happened? Are you ok? Do you want to sit down?” You crowded him with quiet questions as he just stared at you blankly, unable to form any words. You removed your hands from his tear dampened face and ushered him into your living room, guiding his weak slouched figure towards the couch to which he dropped himself down on it so you could perch beside him. His eyes glued to the floor as his cheeks tinted with pink. He looks in your direction with nervousness and ignoring your worried gaze.

“What- what about the concert?” He whimpers running a hand through his hair trying to regain any sort of composure. Oh yeah the concert was supposed to take place in about 15 minutes, if they left now they would just make it.

“I think we should skip the concert.” You suggest with sincerity, he couldn’t perform like this although you knew he would protest…

“Me too”

You had to blink twice to comprehend Zach’s reply… he… DIDN’T want to perform?something was definitely wrong. His pain written expression that sat on his face broke you. Just to see him in this state instead of his usual witty self was heart wrenching.

“I’ll make us some drinks” comforting was never your strong suit so the first thing that came to mind was drinks. You hop off the couch, hopefully a nice warm cocoa would put a smile back in its rightful position because seeing him happy filled you with a warmth that you couldn’t describe, the way his eyes lit up with a new idea, full of hope, it gave her hope.

You were just about to walk to the kitchen when his had reached out and clutched your arm,squeezing it and denying you escape.

“Will I ever be enough?” He croaked as the tears started escaping from their enclosure once more. You whip around to face him with a caring gaze.

“Zach-“ you sighed and took his hand that was gripping your arm to hold it in both of yours. The warmth transferring from you to him. Your brain froze trying to think of the right thing to say to him .

“You’re enough” you whispered hoping that the most simple gesture would put his mind at ease. Tracing your thumbs over his huge and giving it a squeeze of reassurance. He still looked troubled as you stepped forward slightly closing the distance between you two.

“Look Zach- I- God I’m trying to find the right words to describe how happy you make me feel, how you’re always trying despite your parents disapproval and how you always manage to put a smile on my face when you are determined.” That was quite good… you though before clearing your throat and carrying on with your next soliloquy.

“Your dream is not unachievable Zach and I love how you will do anything to reach fame, it’s what makes you, you. I love you, Zach and you will always be enough, for me.” Now it was your turn to sob. Zach stared at you with intensity and disbelief at your heart wrenching speech so much so he rises to his feet without thought and pushes you into his chest; you weren’t prepared so you sort of squashed your nose for a couple of seconds until you turned your head to rest on him and you wrapped your arms around his waist. He quietly joins you with your sobbing as he cries into your hair clutching onto your shoulders at your sweet sentiment.

You stand there for what seemed like forever wrapped in his arms, both of your tears calmed down as the sudden silence of sobbing filled the room. He slowly pulls back, only slightly so he can bring his lips to your forehead, it was a bold gesture for Zach but your tears and his mixed together made him brave. He lightly pressed his lips to your forehead as a warmth surged through his cheeks making him glowing of nervousness. He pulled away and looked at you.

“So you love me huh?”

AN: Thank you so much for reading! This is also up on ao3. Also thank you for the love on “Play me a tune!”

Ps: A thank you to @ginger-abreu for motivating me to write this fanfic!

#bo burnham #Zach stone #bo burnham x reader #Zach stone x reader #fluff #many hugs

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sugakoni · 3 years

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could a fella get some general relationship headcanons for bo burnham’s character, zach stone? perhaps how he expresses affection, etc?

(a/n): got my first bo burnham request, heck yeah. i love zsigbf, and i have been kind of talking abt how he hides amy from the camera and stuff a lot and i just find it adorable so i kind of mentioned that in this. thank you for replying and i hope this is good :)

headcanon under the cut

Zach has a hard time expressing his feelings and emotions in general, since he wants everything to be an act for the camera. When he is alone with you though, and there isn’t any camera around (which is rare) he slowly will open up.

He will be one for physical affection though he wont express that. He will just come up and hug you randomly, give you a kiss on your forehead and walk away.

When the cameras are rolling, he tries his best not to get you in the shot mostly because he is scared they are gonna like you more than him, and that he is going to lose you in some way.

He is so scared to lose you, and it is obvious. When you two are up late at night, talking on the phone or just laying outside on the grass, he will admit to that.

He is slow to tell you he loves you.

He feels like he will disappoint you, so if he told you he loved you and heard it back, he would just feel like it is one more person who loves him that will end up getting disappointed with his work and goals in life.

You slowly whispered that you loved him once when he “drifted” off to sleep in your back yard with you.

He heard it.

A few days later, he told you he loved you for the first time and he felt confident enough to say it without that fear being prominent in his mind, but it will always linger in the back.

He will hold your hands under tables.

He will always always play with your hair.

“When i am famous, everyone is gonna be jealous of you, obviously, because you are dating me!”

“But what if they are jealous of you for dating me?”

“Pfffftttt….I don’t know if this whole being famous thing will work out then” he would joke.

You loved his dreams and passions and that is what kept him going.

He wanted to have you along for everything.

He truly, truly, loves his significant other. Just has a hard time admitting it.

#zach stone is gonna be famous #bo burnham #zach stone #zach stone x reader #bo burnham inside #bo burnham special #bo burnham make happy #bo burnham what #welcome to the internet

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quicksilver-babeyy · 3 years

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I'm having extreme platonic Yandere fever , please send me some requests for that(specifically Yandere family)

#yandere x reader #ahs x reader #marvel x reader #zach stone x reader #slashers x reader

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saints-for-all-fandoms · 3 years

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MY OUTLINE FOR THIS BLOG!

fanfics, incorrect quotes, fanart.... (and more if i feel like it)

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MCYT (dream smp for now)

Zach Stone Is Gonna Be Famous

Bo Burnham

The Maze Runner

MORE WILL BE ADDED LATER ON!

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Zach Stone Is Gonna Be Famous:

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If you ask i will do anyone else, but without a request i will be doing just Zach

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Bo Burnham

The Maze Runner:

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Gally

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WONT DO:

(more will be added on)

smut

nsfw

kinks

lemon (yes i was originally a wattpad writer and no you can’t find my wattpad)

lime

anything to do with crafting tables (if you understand that reference i love you /hj)

x oc

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fluff

angst

platonic

ships

family!sbi x reader

he/him

she/her

they/them

hybrid!reader

character x reader x character

AU’s (hogwarts, camp half-blood, royal, etc...)

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marvelmusing · 2 years

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Summer Lovin’

Part of the Guilty of Love AU

Pairing: Vigilante!Billy Russo x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Billy host a barbecue, inviting Frank, Karen, and the Lieberman’s over for a day in the sun.

Word Count: 1.7K

A/N: This is the end of the Guilty of Love series, thank you all again for reading and I hope you enjoyed this!

My Masterlist

A shiver runs up your spine as the cold wooden floor of your kitchen chills your bare feet - a sudden change from the warm paving stones in your garden. You can still hear the sounds of your guests enjoying themselves in the sun.

The laughter of Zach and Leo Lieberman echoes from the garden. With the increasing summer heat, Billy had bought a number of water pistols for the kids to play with. Though you knew that by the end of the night Billy and Frank will have launched a full scale assault against one another.

You open your refrigerator, pulling out the large jug of juice and setting it on the counter. Opening the cupboard, you pull out a glass, and slide it under the ice dispenser. There’s a rattle as the ice fills the glass.

You sense Billy’s presence before you see him, a warm hand settling on your side as he moves around you. You turn to face him, asking,

“Hey honey could you grab the-” He raises a brow at you, the basket of condiments already in his hand.

“These?” You smile widely with a nod, stretching up to place a kiss on his cheek, his stubble tickling your lips.

“My hero.” He grins softly at you, and you take the opportunity to admire him. He’s gained a soft tan over the last few days as the two of you seized every moment to be in the sun. From sharing an ice cream sundae on a picnic bench, to peaceful strolls in the park, it’s safe to say that you’re both enjoying finally being allowed out together.

He’s pushed his sunglasses up into his hair, which is much fluffier than usual since he tends to run his hands through it when he’s hot. Your eyes drift down, he’s wearing very loose white shirt, with the top three buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. His rust coloured shorts stop just above his knee, so there’s plenty of his skin on display.

“Like what you see?” He teases. A smirk tugs at your lips as you tip the glass of ice into the juice-filled jug. He sets the basket down as he steps closer to you.

“You know I do, Russo.” He presses his body against your back, as he presses his lips to your temple. You give him a suspicious side eye, and his gaze drops down to what you’re wearing as his hands smooth over your bare biceps. He drops one of his hands down to rub the fabric of your dress between his fingers. A small smile tugs at his lips, he’d bought you this sundress the other day. He knew you’d look perfect in it.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He asks in a soft voice.

“Not in the last five minutes.” You remark teasingly. He grins,

“How rude of me. Why don’t I make it up to you?” He mouths a line of kisses along the side of your neck as his fingers trail up and down your sides.

“Billy.” You warn him in a stern tone. He halts his motions, brushing his nose tenderly against the skin of your throat, his hands settling on your waist.

“Yes sweetheart?”

“We’re not doing this now.”

“Doin what?” He says innocently, pressing soft kisses back up towards your face. “I’m just kissin my girl.” You raise a brow at him, but you can’t fight the smile in response to his words.

“Oh really? No other ulterior motives?”

“Absolutely not.” He reaches your lips, pressing a soft kiss there, and his hold on you tightens. You sigh against lips before saying softly,

“We should be getting back.” He nods, kissing the tip of your nose, before stepping back. He picks up the basket of condiments, and takes the jug from your hands. You huff lightly, but decide not to insist on doing it yourself. Pulling open a drawer, you pick up a wad of napkins before turning back to Billy.

He nods his head dramatically, knocking his sunglasses down from the top of his head to land back in place over his eyes. His smile is dazzlingly wide, and you can tell he’s proud of that little move. You laugh softly, as you walk towards the door.

“Come on Mr Slick.”

Billy smiles as he follows you, and the two of you head back into the garden. Leo and Zach are assembling some water balloons - another idea of Billy’s - and the adults are sitting at the table. You smile at them all as you set the napkins down, and Billy places the jug and condiments next to them.

Billy heads over to the barbecue to set up the grill for the burgers, and you ask if anyone needs a refill. They all thank you, but shake their heads. Except for Frank though he stands, telling you not to trouble yourself, and offers you his seat. You sit down and tune in to Sarah and Karen’s conversation.

Frank walks over to the ice box that’s sitting beside the grill, and pulls out two beers. He cracks them both open, and hands one to Billy. The two of them talk, and though you can’t hear their conversation you feel Billy’s eyes on you. He’s taken off his sunglasses, and slipped them over the fabric of his shirt against his chest. You glance over at him, tilting your head slightly with widened eyes. You okay?

The corner of his mouth twitches, and his eyes soften as he lifts his chin slightly in a nod. Yeah I’m okay.

You’re not aware that Frank is watching the two of you until you hear him chuckle, throwing an arm around Billy and making a comment you don’t quite catch. He shrugs Frank off, but you can hear the amusement in Billy’s voice. As Frank makes his way back to the table you head over to Billy.

You press your forehead against Billy’s back, not caring about the heat as you wrap your arms around his waist. He rests one hand on your forearms, giving them a light squeeze. You shift, ducking your head under his other arm - the one holding the burger flipper. He lifts his arm up to tuck you against his side, and looks down at you, his heart warming at the sight of your smile.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” You press your face into the fabric of his shirt, before mumbling,

“M’just happy.” His smile widens, and he leans down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Me too sweetheart.” You rest the side of your head against him, your arms still around him. You’re quiet for a moment, enjoying having him in your arms, before asking,

“What were you and Frank talking about?” He shrugs lightly, replying with a simple,

“You.”

“Well yeah, I figured that.” The corner of his mouth curls as he looks down at the burgers. He flips them, and you feel the sizzling heat on your arms.

“Said I’d been domesticated.” He tells you with a grin, and you laugh,

“He’s not wrong.” Billy’s quiet for a moment, before he adds,

“Also said he’s never seen me so happy.” You go still at his words, your eyes softening as you look up at him. His next words are a near whisper, but you hear them loud and clear, “And he’s not wrong.”

You breathe out his name softly, in complete awe of this man - who had captured your heart so easily. A gentle smile tugs at his mouth and you lean forward to capture his lips in a tender kiss. You’re both smiling when you pause your kiss to breathe, resting your foreheads together.

“I’m glad.” You say softly. He lifts a brow, and you continue, “That you’re happy. You deserve it.” He swallows hard, as yet again, you reaffirm your care for him. He gives your words a small nod before adding,

“We both do.”

Your eyes flutter closed, as you commit this moment to memory. The warmth of the summer sun sinking into your skin. The sounds of your friends enjoying themselves. The smell of Billy’s cooking - a small reminder of when you first met. When your eyes open again, you’re greeted with your favourite part of this moment. Billy Russo. With his soft smile, dark eyes, and utter adoration on his face. He kisses you again, and again. You place a hand on his chest, pushing at him lightly as he attempts yet another kiss. He tilts his head at you, and you nod towards the burgers that had taken a backseat in Billy’s mind.

“Are you keeping an eye on those?” You ask, with a raised brow and a doubtful tone.

“Of course. Don’t doubt the chef.”

“I’m not.” You say lightly, before leaning forward to point at a particular burger. “But that one’s looking a little crispy.”

“Well that one’s yours now.” Your mouth drops open in an offended manner. Billy chuckles at your expression, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You pick up a tin foil tray, and hold it out to Billy as he scoops up each burger and places it on your tray. Once he’s finished, the two of you make your way back to the group. You place the tray down and encourage everyone to help themselves. Sarah calls the kids over and you all sit down. Billy sits beside you, your chairs are angled towards each other and he leans on the arm of his chair closest to you.

Looking around at the people at the table, you feel warmth blooming in your chest. There’s the clatter of plates and cutlery, and overlapping snippets of conversation. Casual and domestic.

Everyone here has had their struggles, but you had all made it through. It’s moments like these that keep you hopeful. Billy is looking around the table as well, though his eyes gain a pensive edge when they land on Frank. No doubt his mind has strayed to thoughts of Maria and the kids.

You nudge your knee slightly against his, drawing his eyes back to you. Some of the warmth returns to his gaze, and you smile softly at him. His smile widens, and he rests his palm against your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

He tilts his head closer to you, and you lean towards him as his lips press against your temple. He nuzzles his nose against your hairline, murmuring a soft,

“Love you.” Your smile widens and you instantly reply,

“Love you too Billy.”

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wardenparker · 2 years

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Once Upon a Time... part 2

Zach Wellison x plus size f!Reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Zach’s life gets turned upside down when his visit to the local library sends him all the way back to Camelot - and he meets another time traveler who has made the kingdom their home.

Rating: Teen Word Count: 5.8k Warnings: *This is a Zach fic so there WILL be discussion of homelessness.* Cursing, temper tantrum, arguing. Summary: Zach’s first night supping in Camelot doesn’t exactly end on the same high note that it begins. Notes: This chapter is a little on the miniature side for us, love, but fear not! There will be TWO chapters this coming week! 💘

Part 1

Centralized quarters mean you never need to walk far to get to the main spaces of the castle, and the walk down to the Great Hall is quick and direct. Heads turn as you go, and though you’re normally used to it, you know damn well that none of these heads are turning to look at you this time. Zach looks every inch as elegant in Gareth’s clothes as the man they were made for, and it makes you smile to know that someone who was so disrespected at home will be absolutely honored here. “I’m going to introduce you as a knight,” you murmur to him as you round the bend in the long hallway toward the doors to the Great Hall. People are already gathering and that means you’re just in time. Arthur likes to make a grand entrance. “You were a soldier, and I don’t want you getting in trouble for dressing above your station even in borrowed clothing. Okay?”

"I— whatever you think best." He will bow to your judgement on this. You have been here and you know the customs and these people.

“Unless you want to be a prince, then speak up.” You shoot him a grin, hoping to make him smile. You can weave him whatever alibi he wants, but you have a feeling he’d be more comfortable with something closer to the truth.

"Let's not go that far." He huffs, even as he grins at you. "I arrived with no entourage, nor squires - they're called squires right? No gifts for the king. Let me be a lowly knight."

“Yes, they’re called squires.” There’s nothing lowly about him like this, but you won’t belabor the point. Instead you want to try to give him a better lay of the land. “That puts you above me, in station. I curtsy to you, but you don’t bow back. And you can summon me anytime you want without it being a big deal. All the knights have, at one point or other. Everybody likes music.”

He's not sure if he likes that. There's a sense of power over you that makes him wary. Chain of command he understands, but he doesn't think that even with this being Camelot that there aren't those that would abuse that kind of power. "That's not why you and Gareth—" He breaks off and his brow is furrowed at the idea that you weren't exactly willing to be his lady.

“What? No!” The crowd parts for Zach to pass and you keep your voice low with a bright smile on your face. “Though he did exploit it a little to get to know me, but that was kind of cute.” You shake your head subtly, remembering when Gareth had been shy in his affection - something he is definitely not anymore. At least not in private. “And we’re not really anything, technically speaking. Not officially. I don’t think Arthur would ever actually give his permission.”

His shoulders relax and his other hand comes over to pat the top of yours gently. "Good, I just—" He sighs. "Good." It's crazy but he just wanted to make sure that you weren't having to submit to the man because you are a member of the 'weaker' sex. "I don't like when people abuse power."

“I’m a modern girl in an Arthurian world, my lord.” You throw him a wink and a soft smile. “But if I need protecting, I’ll let you know. How about that?”

"Of course." He smiles at you and nods. The Great Hall is just that— great. The large stone room is at least two stories high and there are windows set high, to allow natural light in during the day. The enormous chandeliers are held high with heavy chains, the candle flickering brightly and there is the heavy scent of food from the kitchens. Roasted meats and fresh bread are what he primarily smells, but it makes his mouth water and his stomach growl. Servants rush around, placing jugs of mead on the long tables and the high table at the head of the room.

The change in the atmosphere of the room is palpable when it happens: from boisterous and jolly as people greet each other after long days apart to eerily quiet aside from two sets of footfalls on flagstone. You and Zach had almost made it halfway through the room, leaving you oddly sort of out-in-the-open when King Arthur and Queen Guinevere enter the room hand in hand.

“Bow.” You nudge Zach slightly as you drop into a curtsy beside him. You know Arthur will have heard of another stranger’s arrival. And you know that he’ll be stopping in front of you to inspect him. But you don’t know precisely what he’ll say and that makes you nervous.

Zach has manners. Born and bred into him by his mother and father from a very early age. He was taught to open doors for others, helping anyone who is in need to cross a street. Although being taught to bow was one of those things that he had giggled at when he was younger, he was appreciative of it now. He bends at the waist, his hand across his stomach as the others curtsy or bow as the King and Queen look over their court.

You can practically feel the eyes follow Arthur and Guinevere across the room even as yours are turned down respectfully to the floor, and the audible gasp that happens when their majesties stop in their tracks in front of you reminds you to breathe instead. “A Dandelion who bowsher head is never quite as beautiful as she could be.” Arthur’s voice is full of amusement today, thank god, and you take the cue to stand up straight and meet the monarch’s eyes. He’s not a young man anymore - firmly past what you would call middle age - but handsome in his own right and quick to smile despite the pains of running a kingdom. “My nephew tells me he found another of your country floating in the same river where you were found. No wonder you don’t ride horses. You seem more suited to saddling fish.”

You smirk, appreciating the small tease instead of taking it as a dig. You know everyone thought you were crazy for not being able to ride a horse when you arrived. Surely Zach got the same reaction. “Sire, may I present Sir Zachariah Wellison.” You are going to do everything you can to make this introduction sound right, so help you god. “A knight of my kingdom, mislaid in his travels as I was. Sir Gareth was kind enough to bring him to me when he was found.”

Zach straightens, his eyes steady and his tone respectful. "Your Majesty." He acknowledges the man with another bow of his head. "Your knights are a fine example of your leadership." He praises, reminding himself that flattery of the upper command always made things easier when he was in the service so it stood to reason that it would work here.

Arthur chuckles, clearly pleased with himself, and nods approvingly. “Are all Americans possessed of the gift of flattery?” He asks indulgently. “Or are you and our Dandelion just of a similar breed?”

"I cannot speak for all of my countrymen, but it would be a very foolish person to do less than seek to please a king however they could." He offers, glancing over at you.

“Your Majesty, be kind, I beg of you.” You know the king is teasing, but Zach looks rightfully nervous as hell. You’d nearly shat yourself the first time you had been brought before King Arthur. “This man is too pure for all your teasing.”

“High praise indeed.” Guinevere raises an eyebrow at you before offering her hand to Zach. “Come sit by me, then, and tell me of pure things from your home. My King husband’s spirit is too high for the pure of heart tonight. We shall leave him to the bard and his nephews and speak of kinder things.”

Zach is nervous but he takes the queen's hand. "It would be my honor, your Majesty." He murmurs respectfully. "It has been quite some time since kind words were the highlight of the evening."

The crowd parts like the Red Sea, allowing the queen and Zach to move easily to the high table and you hope to god that being separated doesn’t sink his alibi. Whatever Zach tells her, you’ll back up 100%. “Is our Dandelion well-known in your lands?” Guinevere sits herself elegantly at the table when the steward of the hall holds her chair out and tucks it in again. “She says it is a very different place from Camelot.”

"It is very different, your Majesty." He acknowledges as he sits down beside her, slightly in awe of the fact that he is sitting by a real queen. "Our lands are very vast, she is known very well among some circles. Although, she is not as well known as she should be." He tells her. "Her talents are numerous and all would be lucky to know of her."

“Arthur is fond of her.” Her lips twist in a teasing smile. “Though he is not the fondest in the room.” She eyes Zach slightly but her smile never waivers. “Does your own king not miss you, sir knight?”

"My own king has many accomplished knights." He tells her, not saying that knights there are released from service and sent out with nothing. "I have been traveling for a long time. It's almost certain that they have forgotten about me." He glances around the room and notices when a servant comes up to fill his goblet with mead. "Thank you." He murmurs to the young girl softly.

Guinevere misses nothing of the moment, smiling when the young girl’s eyes widen and she blushes profusely before scurrying away. “A king may forget, but that serving girl never will.”

"Always be kind to those under you." Zach's words are out of his mouth before he realized the queen could take them as him criticizing. "I mean— uh, it's always been my belief. You draw more flies with honey." He hastily adds.

“I agree.” She pats his hand gently, a motherly gesture of ever there was one, and nods her assent. “You may sit by my side whenever it pleases you, sir knight. Kindness is undervalued in our station.”

"Unfortunately so." Zach takes a sip of his mead and watches as the servants bring around large hollowed out bread loaves. He wants to ask what it is when they place one between him and the queen and he racks his brain before he realizes that he is supposed to share this with the queen in place of a plate.

A few seats away, on the other side of Arthur, Merlin, and Gareth, you flash Zach a discreet thumbs up of encouragement and a tiny mime of an eating motion in regards to the bread trencher. If the queen showed him any favor it would go miles toward helping his adjustment to life here. And net him some extra points with the royal tailor while he’s at it.

The servants bring out the meal. Roasted pheasant and a suckling pig, thick puddings and what would surprisingly be tasty - pigeon pies, thick rinds of hard cheese and fruit tarts were all set down on the table. There is a shiny dagger on his belt, loaned to him by someone, most likely Gareth but Zach draws it carefully. "Would you allow me to serve you, your highness?" He asks.

“What manners.” She nods her consent and lends him a conspiratorial smile. “I’m particularly fond of pheasant.”

Zach nods, grinning back at her. "Then the pheasant you shall have." He actually feels like he belongs for a second. It reminds him of those days when he was with his unit. They were the closest he had to family after he had lost his parents less than two months after graduating boot camp. They had all teased and talked and looked out for one another until that scouting party.

Pushing away those thoughts, he concentrates on slicing off juicy pieces of the fowl and lays them in the trencher. "What else would you like?" He turns back to her, ready to serve her whims.

“Oh, let us say a little of everything,” she laughs and it’s high and clear. A real laugh as she plucks up her goblet to drink. “No doubt you will find our food as odd as Dandelion did when she first arrived.”

"I will eat anything." Zach promises. "Dandelion has not had the unfortunate pleasure of eating in a warzone. A hot meal is a hot meal no matter what it is."

“The fortunate can afford to be particular.” It’s not exactly a condemnation, since she knows that she has such a luxury herself.

"I would rather she never know anything else." It's not exactly his belief, his belief is more that he hopes eventually no one would know that kind of hardship, but he also is realistic. There will be wars. Wars are fought so that those fighting can protect those who are not. In this time, it would be the women, sick, children and elderly. He concentrates on filling the trencher with delicacies that would please the queen before he serves himself.

“Perhaps one day, in many hundreds or thousands of years, no one will.” She is a dreamer to think such things, but what is the work of a queen if she cannot envision the better future she helped her king to work toward? Arthur’s warring days are behind him, thank the good Lord in heaven.

"Hopefully so." He cannot break her heart and tell her that even fifteen hundred years in the future there will be war and famine. The greed of men will still unfortunately be a real thing.

The meal goes on like any other would. The hall is raucously loud while everyone eats, laughs, and talks - only tapering off again as serving boards empty and trenchers disappear. At best guess, it’s nearly an hour later when the queen sits back in her chair, sighs happily, and fiddles with the various rings in her fingers. “Dandelion.” Her voice pulls you out of your own conversation on the other end of the table. “What will you sing for us tonight?”

“Whatever your Majesty wishes.” Is your immediate answer. The answer you give every night that the queen asks you to perform like this. “Your wish is but my command.”

Her returning smile is indulgent when she looks to Zach. “What does your countryman wish? A memory of home? Some ballad of love from your histories?”

Zach is surprised that the Queen would ask his opinion. His eyes meet yours and he racks his brain for a love song that doesn't have mentions of anything that would be foreign to them. "My Heart Will Go On." He declares with a soft smile, remembering his dad and mom dancing in the kitchen to that damn song after Titantic had come out. While he had pretended to scoff and roll his eyes, he had always wanted someone to dance with in the kitchen. Now he just hopes to one day have a kitchen. "A beloved ballad."

Beloved. You practically snort at him and suppress a laugh, managing a polite nod instead. If someone in this court gets addicted to Celine Dion, you’re making Zach waltz with you every day for the rest of his life as punishment. Luckily for you, you’ve sung enough weddings over the years that you could probably do this one with your eyes closed. “As my lord commands.” You nod respectfully, knowing no one else in this room sees you and Zach as the equals you are, and get up to retrieve an instrument from the band of minstrels who are currently looking at you expectantly. Thank fuck you had spent the last eight months learning the weirdest instrument on earth. The hurdy-gurdy is an unwieldy thing, but you sit down with it in your lap at the edge of what is essentially a small band’s stage and shoot Zach a look, as if you’re asking if he’s fucking with you picking this song, or if he just likes it. From the soft look of curiosity on his face, you’re going to go with he just likes it.

He's fucking impressed. He schools his expression to one that makes it appear that he's heard this rendition a hundred times before, but inside he's tripping. He hadn't expected you to have an instrument, but damned if the music wasn't amazing with it. Looking around the room as you croon the powerful words, he can tell that you've captured everyone's attention.

Take that third grade recorder lessons. You dip a small curtsy when the song is finished, and are grateful for the applause - but it’s also pretty obvious that this one is going to be a new favourite from the way everyone is reacting. It really is a beautiful song, despite being completely overplayed for about five years after the release of Titanic.

Zach applauds with everyone else and sends you a small wink when you look over at him, grinning slightly. "That was wonderful!" The queen leans over and says to Zach. "It truly was." Zach agrees, thinking that you look gorgeous out there and he's already in love with your voice.

“You must choose another.” Arthur insists, leaning across his wife to slap Zach approvingly on the back like a tipsy uncle at a holiday dinner. “The night has only just begun.”

It's on the tip of his tongue to ask the king what type of song he would like to hear when he hears it. The splintering groan of a crack and the king lurches sideways, nearly upending in his wife's lap as the arm of his chair snaps and Zach is quick to reach out and steady him, keeping him from falling and tipping his lady wife over in the process.

Two guards lurch forward, swords drawn, as of the sound the entire hall just heard wasn’t obviously splintering wood, and you’re grateful when Gareth leaps out of his chair to call off the overeager pair before they try to blame your countryman for something he clearly could not have done. Guinevere pushes back in surprise, but Arthur is cursing - red faced - and approaching actual anger. “An accident, uncle,” Gareth assures him. “Nothing more. Surely one of Master Gannon’s apprentices can be called to repair it.”

Zach reels back, afraid that he had angered the king. “Sorry, your Majesty.” He mumbles, unsure if he had just committed some grave mistake. He throws you a nervous look, sure he is about to be thrown out on his ass. Or worse, in a dungeon.

“Oh, Arthur, it’s a chair.” Guinevere practically rolls her eyes at the angry way her husband is reacting. Like a child with a broken toy. “Stop howling like a wounded beast.” The guards back down at the Queen’s motion and she turns to Zach with sympathy. “Apologize for nothing, sir. My husband has leaned too hard on his chair and broken the arm all on his own. You did nothing.”

Zach relaxes slightly, getting a good look at the chair and the broken arm as Arthur leans back and he nods at the queen. “If I-I can fix it.” He offers automatically.

“Impossible.” Arthur huffs petulantly. “Master Gannon’s work is unparalleled.”

You have made your way to the head table again, straight to Zach’s side. “Master Gannon was the Royal carpenter,” you whisper quickly. “Died last winter and his apprentices were never as good.”

“If I may.” Zach takes the piece that has been broken and examines it. “I could use dowels to reattach this, although it would be better to carve out another piece of the chair and carve a new arm to attach.” He looks up at the king. “My father was a woodworker in his spare time. He made furniture.”

“And you think you can compare to royal craftsmen?” With the way he’s acting, Arthur may as well be a child whose sucker got thrown in the dirt.

“Can it hurt to let him try, sire?” You trust that Zach wouldn’t be dumb enough to offer to fix a king’s chair unless he actually has the skills necessary, and you’re the only one here with any reason to stand behind him to begin with. Your support has to be his, one hundred percent.

"My father's work was sold around our lands." That was true. His father's handcrafted furniture business was very successful before he died. He had wished that the fire that had killed them hadn't burnt everything down, including his father's workshop. "People from days away would come to him."

“What harm could it do, my love?” Guinevere asks, as much to try to soothe the king’s tantrum as support the wandering knight she’s grown fond of over the course of the meal.

“You have one week.” The King grumbles, definitely pouting, before he stands and sweeps out of the hall with everyone rushing to bow and curtsy as he passes by.

Zach stands with everyone else and Guinevere stands with a sigh. "I will go soothe his temper." She tells him before she motions one of the servants over. "Make sure that Ser Zachariach has a chamber near our Dandelion." She smiles at him. "I'm sure that he will rest better being close to a fellow countryman." She leans in and embraces a stunned Zach before she also makes her way out of the hall.

With your patron and patroness leaving the room, you’re not required to perform anymore tonight unless it’s specifically requested, and you find yourself automatically shooting around the other side of the table and clasping one hand on Zach’s arm. “She likes you. That’s good. Now I just really hope you can fix that chair.”

He’s a little insulted and tuts at you. “Do you honestly think I would make a promise to a king that I couldn’t keep?” He scoffs. “That chair can be fixed in a day with the proper tools.”

It’s not him that you doubt, but rather you know how nitpicky Arthur can be. “Then a week should be no sweat,” you murmur back. “Fix that damn chair and he’ll love you forever.”

“I’ll have to be shown the old carpenter’s workshop and tools.” He tells you. “That’s the first thing. Well, after I get some sleep.”

“In the morning.” Honestly you would probably fight him on it if he had wanted to start tonight. It’s too important a thing to do without a full belly and a good night’s sleep, and he only has one of those things. “For tonight, did I hear her Majesty give orders about your chamber?”

He nods. “I’m supposed to be given a room near you.” He gives a small shrug. “Something about feeling better around a fellow American.” He would feel better, honestly. A lot better.

“Good.” You know you’ll feel better with him close by, but you’re not even sure exactly why. “In the morning I’ll take you down to Master Gannon’s workshop and send for the tailor to measure you. I’d say we Americans have had plenty enough excitement for one day.”

He gives a nod. “We can leave?” He asks softly, wanting to make sure. “I-- the servant she was-” he turns around and finds her. “Ava, right?”

“Already learning names?” You had done it too, and it had been remarked upon often and loudly. “They must think we care far too much about our servants back home.” As if you even had any. You roll your eyes at yourself.

"Yes." Zach nods seriously. " I know the name of every servant I have." He tells you, technically not lying. He smirks slightly at the mere idea of having servants.

You manage to not snort - barely - and nod over at the end of the table where the girl in question is refilling the goblets of a few other knights. “Agravain and Yvain.” You explain shortly.

Zach studies them, memorizing their features. "Well, I have to admit, I'm surprised that the queen seems to like me." He tells you with a shrug. "But I'm grateful that she does."

“I’m not surprised.” Fucking relieved is what you are. If the queen hadn’t taken to him so quickly, who knows what might have happened just now. “She’s a good judge of character.”

"Yeah." Zach shuffles slightly. "Although the kings's, uh, reaction to breaking his chair was a surprise."

“His Majesty has many pressing issues at hand to contend with.” Studiously avoiding any kind of judgement call whatsoever about the toddler-like tantrum, you clear your throat gently and try to give Zach your best wide-eyed silent cue not to say anything in judgement of Arthur out loud, lest overzealous ears should hear him. Most of the time he was a fairly even tempered ruler, but lately the small things have been setting him off. You have to wonder if there aren’t more fights happening behind closed doors again.

“I’m very sure.” Zach hears your message loud and clear. “If I can ease one of those issues by fixing a favored chair, then it will be my honor.” He blames watching The Three Musketeers too many times on his first deployment but is also grateful that he doesn’t have to feel like a dumbass for speaking so…out of character for modern day LA.

You grin, glad to hear him picking up the speech pattern a little, and nod happily. "And it will be my honour to assist you however I can." No way in hell are you hanging him out to dry on this, even if all you can do is give moral support.

Ava comes over to see if you require anything and Zach decides that he should ask. "Ava, right?" The girl flushes and her eyes are wide when he says her name. "Ava, would you be able to show me or tell Dandelion which chambers the queen wanted me to have?" He asks her politely, ready to be normal for a moment in the privacy of a room.

She looks between the two of you nervously before training her eyes back on the floor. “The chambers beside the lady bard’s stands empty, if it please your lordship.”

"That would be fine." Zach is relieved, knowing that he could just walk a few paces and talk to the one person who knows what the real truth is. "Thank you Ava, you are very helpful."

The girl quickly curtsies almost to the floor before scurrying away, and you grin as she goes. “You’re going to have a shadow,” you tell him teasingly. “A knight who is handsome and kind? She’ll be loyal to you forever.” You hate that it’s that simple, but it’s sort of the same reality that you had waiting tables back in Encino. You would go to bat for your best customers any day.

Zach shakes his head. "Hopefully it's not because most are not kind." He knows there is a serious class distinction between people here. "And I would never take advantage."

“I know you wouldn’t.” It’s something you can tell about him instinctively, and have to say that you appreciate. “Come, my lord,” you offer him your arm with a grin. “Let me show you to your chamber.” With a big, plush bed just for him. You can hardly wait to see his face.

He follows you back down the halls towards your own chambers. "Well, it's something to be said about having a room that is lofty enough to be called a 'chamber'." He chuckles. "Although I have to ask if we have to piss in a pot."

“Unfortunately, that part of history class was completely true.” The level at which you miss indoor plumbing is almost enough to make you wish you knew how to get home sometimes. Having your period in medieval Europe is sort of its own circle of hell.

"Yikes." He winces and that brings up another question. "And, uh- toilet paper?" He asks, realizing that is something else to consider.

You cringe. “Moss. Scrap cloth. To be honest, I commissioned a little squirt bottle kind of thing to use like a rudimentary bidet. It’s awkward, but it’s a hell of a lot better than moss.” You motion to the heavy door of the chamber beside yours, letting him open it himself. “We’ll have one made for you, too.”

The reply he was going to make is lost when he opens the door and he sees the room. It's similar in size and layout as yours but this is supposed to be all his. "Holy shit." He whispers. "Are you sure this is-- I don't need all of this."

“Zach,” you nudge him inside to give you both some privacy. “Embrace the castle life a little.” It’s only one room - a sizable one, granted, but it’s not any bigger than a discount hotel room with fewer commodities.

"I-I just expected a place to sleep." He admits quietly. "Something the size of a closet or to share with a few other knights."

“What you’re describing is the guard’s quarters.” No, this room has a four-poster bed with heavy drapes for keeping out the cold and its own large fireplace and tub. Even a long table and bench like your room has. The guest chambers are infinitely more comfortable than where the castle guards bunk down. “This is all yours.” You throw him a smirk. “Since you’re a favorite of the queen, I bet there will be more furs and a better chair in here by tomorrow.”

He flushes slightly and sends you an embarrassed look. "I was just trying not to offend the people who could literally have me put to death." He huffs, noticing that the room echoes slightly.

“And you did a very good job at not offending her.” Inside the room, you can drop his hand as well as the formality. “I’m only teasing. It’s good to be in their good graces. Arthur is the reason I have my own instruments now.”

Zach groans, rolling his eyes at himself. "Do you know how much I hate kissing ass?" He chuckles slightly. "Hopefully they just want me to work."

“Do a good job with the chair and maybe Arthur will have you do something else.” Unfortunately, ass kissing is a very real part of the life you lead here. A bard with a patron can lose everything in the blink of an eye, depending on their patron’s good will. “You could have your own workshop, if you wanted.”

"I just want to find out if there is a way we can go home." Zach looks around and sighs. "It's nice, but it's not home."

“No.” You shake your head at him, unable to believe what you’re hearing. He was literally just handed a place to live, rent free, and a life of relative luxury on a silver platter and he’s complaining? Anyone would be lucky to stumble into what you and he have, regardless of where they came from. “No, this is better.” Even for you, as a woman in the darkest age of European history? You have it pretty fucking good here. “If you go to Merlin with a story about magical time travel we’re both going to end up in the clink just like we would have ended up in a nuthouse back in LA, so pardon me my lord, but I’m keeping my goddamn mouth shut and appreciating the life I’ve been given.”

He huffs and his guard goes back up, used to that goddamn condescending tone and the way you are looking at him. "Of course," He reaches for the belt around his waist, opening it to release the surcoat and shrugging it off. "Well, I'm sure that you have much more important things to do to ensure you keep the life you've been given." He huffs. "After all, you live at the whim of the king." He doesn't like being talked to like that. Spoken down to like he's a fucking idiot. He didn't take it from the people who had kicked him when he was at his lowest, and he'd be damned if he would take it from someone who he had thought he could at least complain about being in the same situation. It was apparent you didn't feel like an outsider any longer.

“At last Arthur doesn’t expect me to fuck him like every goddamn A& R Scout in California did. Like I should have been fucking grateful that they even looked at me once.” You could not feel more like an idiot right now. You had been terrified for months of figuring out how to fit in and how to embrace your life here and the idea of having someone else just like you had made you so happy you wanted to cry. But instead of someone to embrace this adventure with, your fellow traveler-through-time wants to go back to the capitalist hellscape that was twenty-first century Los Angeles. He’s not an ally at all. Just someone else you’ll never be able to open up to fully. Turns out those people are everywhere. “I’ll be right next door if you decide you want to insult me some more.” You grit out before turning on your heel and all-but fleeing the room.

Zach deflates, wanting to call you back and apologize, even if he’s still angry at the way you talked to him. Why is it so wrong to want to be where you know how society works? Where you know where you belong, even if it’s not where you want to be. At least he didn’t have to worry about being killed for being a witch if he said the wrong thing. “Son of a bitch!” The surcoat flies across the room and his fist slams into the door, solid oak and makes him curse as the pain radiates through his hand.

Your own door slams shut behind you and gratefully Aisling is nowhere in sight when you throw yourself down on the pile of furs covering your horsehair mattress. You already feel guilty for getting mad at him but you’ll apologize in the morning when you’ve had time to get out your disappointed tears and frustrations and he’s had a good night’s sleep. He deserves to rest undisturbed, at the very least. It’s a huge adjustment to make, and of course he’s free to make his own decision about whether or not he wants to go back. You had just always hoped that if someone else did fall through time, they would look at this whole insane situation the same way you do. You’ll apologize tomorrow, you think to yourself again as you sniffle into your pillow. But you’re not going to Merlin. If he wants to go home, the two of you will try to figure it out together. Tonight, though, you will allow yourself to be disappointed.

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