Here are my fanfictions about various Series. I have German ones, Children Series and old ones. So if you have any Series in mind I should write for just let me know!
Last Updated: 03.03 25
Main Masterlist
Characters: Benedict Bridgerton, Cole Mikaelson, Rick Sanchez, Cedric the Sorcerer, Klaus Hargreeves, Michael Groff, Zac Varmitech, Prof. Palladium, Magnus von Hagen, Homelander
Summary: You have a headache and your body feels like shit. Zac offers to help you relax.
A headache that spanned days plagued you. Not only that, your body felt sore and shitty too. You suppose after feeling powerful and on top of the world for a while it was now your time to feel bad, but you did not enjoy it in the slightest. You tried to find Xerath for another hit of energy, but the being was nowhere to be found, so you went back to dealing with it yourself. Which sucked.
You tried your hand at summoning once in a while, staying around the Institute only occasionally when your headache wasn't too bad, but you rather stayed at home or in bed. It came to a point where you were barely around, and the Champions were starting to take note of your absence.
It was one day when you were just hanging around your room in the Summoner building once again when your headache hit you just a little worse out of nowhere. A groan left your mouth, signalling to others to either stay away or annoy you worse, but thankfully no one picked the latter option.
Someone did approach you though, and you cracked open an eye as you laid on your back with your arm slung across your face. The sound of them trotting over was strange, a weird, wet kind of sound, and you were both surprised and not when you realized it was Zac that had come over to you.
"Are you all right, Summoner?" he asked, politely, and you groaned back.
"Not really," was your reply, closing your eyes again, though seeing Zac's squishy face all concerned was a sight for sore eyes. "I have a terrible headache and all my muscles hurt. Maybe I'll go back, get some rest or something." You were not going to summon a champion like this, it would suck for both of you, so it was better to leave.
Zac hummed thoughtfully. He didn't want you to leave, not again. You were barely around in the first place, and to be fair... he didn't like it when you were gone. Maybe there was something he could do to help you? He asked, and you removed your arm from your face, tired eyes looking up at him, as your dishevelled hair hung in your face. Without thinking he removed a strand, and placed it gently behind an ear, making you first flinch at the sudden sight of a large, see through hand in your face, before leaning into it when you realized how cool he was.
He held his hand there for a second before removing it, waiting for your answer.
"Summoner?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Is there something I can do to help you? I would love to be of assistance if you need me." He didn't just love to be, he needed to be of assistance. He felt other's emotions deeply, so deeply in fact that seeing you hurt and upset made him hurt and upset in return.
To you it was sweet, honestly, and hearing those kind things come from the large, intimidating slime creature that was Zac was always a little surprising to you. You supposed you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Zac was always very gentle if he could help it.
"Your hands are very cool," you muttered, "Can you put them on my forehead for a second? Your touch felt really nice just now."
The moment he did, placing one large hand on your burning forehead you groaned with appreciation, instantly feeling much better. You didn't even have to tell Zac, because he felt it through you, and a large smile grew on his face. Without further asking, he took matters into his own hands, gently pulling you up, sitting down and putting you on top of him. If just his hand on your forehead felt that good, who knew how nice it would feel for you to touch all of his cool body.
A surprised yelp came from you, but the moment you were put on top of Zac's soft chest you sank down into it like it was a mattress of the highest quality. And the coolness on your skin- it was amazing. You weren't gonna leave this man (being?) for the rest of the day. Meanwhile Zac soaked up your positive emotions, enjoying you touching him as much as you enjoyed him touching you and he sighed.
"Thank you," you mumbled, cuddling closer to him, and he tightened his arms around you in return. "This really helps."
Zac smiled wider, making sure his body was as soft and cool as it could be, feeling you sink down into the hug with a satisfied groan. He did good, you were feeling much better, and now so was he.
You lay there for an hour, maybe more, just enjoying the coolness, before your headache slowly reared it's ugly head again. It was fun, it did you good, but you wanted to get back home now. Unless Zac magically had an ability to take the pain from you, you were going to go home and take some painkillers. He felt your unease instantly, and his large hand started stroking your back in a soothing manner. Well, despite your pain he made it hard for you to leave.
His name left your mouth in a sigh, and he looked down at you. You looked tired and hurt, but it wasn't something he could fix. It was just your muscles aching, your head throbbing. He wasn't able to reach those parts. But he could just rub your skin, making you feel as comfortable as possible. And it was working. He rubbed your skin, over your clothes, realizing the coolness of his body was probably helping you better under your clothes, and so he carefully put his hands under your clothes, rubbing your back and purring at you softly as you groaned both in pleasure and pain.
Oh he was quite forward, wasn't he? Your mind was starting to drift to less innocent places you could be touched, and you realized with sudden clarity what the best cure for your headache was- before you quickly tried to undo those thoughts. Zac was being so sweet, just helping you, and once again all you could think about was sex. What was wrong with you-?
His cool hands travelled a little too low on your stomach and you couldn't catch the moan that left you quite in time. You expected him to flinch back, but he didn't, and you pretended the sound you made just now didn't happen as he slowly continued to massage you all over, cooling your skin as your insides were heating up.
"That felt good," he said almost in a purr, and you would have fallen off him if it wasn't for him holding you tight. "This is making you feel better, right?" His hand went back to your lower stomach, a little lower than before, and started rubbing in circles. "I can feel your emotions, but I also feel resistance. If you want me to stop I will-"
"No, please continue!" you blurted out before you could think about it. Well this was the best you felt in days, and Zac didn't seem opposed to touching you in ways that made you feel good, so who were you to stop him? "It's helping a lot, thank you."
He hummed, a happy sound, and continued zealously. You realized you'd started slowly rubbing yourself against him, and you instantly stilled your hips... for only a second, because his ministrations felt so good; you couldn't help yourself from slightly bucking and rubbing your core against him. He was still cool, soft against you, and you enjoyed yourself immensely.
"You don't have to stop," Zac murmured, "Feels good for me too."
Oh, well then. You intensified your rutting, rubbing yourself against him just right as he cooed and purred in your ear how good it felt and how happy he was for you to feel better. Slowly you felt an orgasm building, and you started rubbing your hands against yourself over your jeans. Zac noticed and softly removed your hands, taking over himself as he noticed how warm and slightly damp you were.
"Oh?" he muttered, and pulled you up to sit on his chest, inspecting you and slowly pulling your jeans down. "Well, what's this?" there was a prominent wet patch on your panties, and you groaned both in embarrassment and need, trying shyly to hide it from him, but he seemed more interested than anything. "You're quite wet down here, huh?" A finger came up to slide over the front of the fabric covering you just barely and you shivered. Biting your lip as you tried not to start bucking against him aggressively.
His mouth opened and his tongue peeked out as he pawed at you, enjoying your sounds and the way he felt through you. Most of the time him feeling everyone's emotions felt more like a curse than a blessing, but right now all he felt was bliss. He wanted to touch you more and more, chasing the feeling to the end. You were intoxicating to him, and he was itching to taste you, tongue peeking out further at his registering of the notion.
"Zac, I-" you mewled, losing your battle to not rub yourself raw against him, chasing release as he grabbed your hips with one large hand, moving your body on top of him, closer to his face.
"I want to... If you don't want me to, just say it, but-" Zac pulled at your panties, pulling you up to drag both your jeans and panties off your legs, putting you back down on his face while you gasped and did a full body shiver at realizing what he was doing. A very long, green tongue lolled out, reaching for your lower lips that quivered at his first touch.
"Shit-" you hissed, grabbing his smooth head and pushing down on him. You were so close to release and Zac did not seem to mind you fucking his face as he made groaning and slurping sounds, his hands on your hips to steady you while he ate you out with gusto. The tongue reached further inside you than you'd thought possible, and you felt your walls constrict around the muscle.
You tumbled over the edge with a high keen of his name, pushing yourself down on him hard as he licked up your release with a low hum.
Slowly he lifted you off his face, licking his glistening lips as he chuckled. "Felt good."
It sure the fuck did. As a matter of fact, your entire body felt good; your headache long forgotten. Slowly you leaned back, looking over your shoulder cheekily to check if Zac needed something taken care off as well, but he was smooth as always. His body seemed to throb under you quite like a heartbeat though, and he wasn't as cool as before.
"That really felt good," you replied, "Thank you." Your hands rubbed down his chest, and Zac groaned.
"It doesn't feel done," he almost whined, and you smiled at him, moving your body back to his crotch. He was so stretchy, you were sure he could make himself a dick if he wanted to. To your surprise he seemed to grasp your idea quickly, something poking you as you gyrated on top of him for stimulation. It was warmer than he'd been before, but still cool, and extremely smooth as you leaned back to line him up with you. You were still covered in slick, so taking him was fairly easy, especially since it almost felt like he morphed to your body shape, filling you perfectly. There was a stretch, but it felt satisfying, and he filled you in such a way it felt like he was made for you.
You hummed as Zac's attention was on where your bodies merged, his lower body rutting up for more friction. You started a deep rhythm, letting yourself practically fall on top of him with each bounce, almost losing your strength as he hit your g-spot perfectly each time. His hands once again came down to hold your hips as he sat up slightly, strong arms moving you on top of him as he bucked up to keep up with your pace. His pleasure rippled through him and mingled with what he felt from you, almost drowning him in the feeling of you. The thought that you were both on the couch in the living room was all but forgotten at this point; the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the open space as well as the sounds of your moaning mingling.
Your legs were shaking, and you were glad Zac had taken over, manhandling your body as if you weighed nothing. He kept telling you how nice you felt, and how he was sure to help you feel better since he was feeling you feel better already, and you hurled towards an orgasm with blinding speed. A yell tumbled out of your mouth as you fell down on top of Zac's chest with your orgasm, and you felt him come as well, a strange globby substance entering you and almost pushing you over the edge again.
The only sounds were the throbbing your heartbeat in your ears and your gasped breathing, trying to calm down after such a workout.
"Almost lost myself there," he said, and you felt the substance dribble out of you, merging with his body again. It was weird, and it felt even stranger, but you couldn't help but moan at the feeling against your overstimulated walls. "That was amazing. And it helped so well against your hurts and aches!"
You moved your head, kissing him on the chest that was once again cool and still, and then looked up at him. You wanted to thank him again, but the blissed out look on his face told you he got more out of it than he'd expected himself.
"If you ever feel bad again," he started, sounding a little shy as he softly pushed your face back in his chest in a loose embrace, his hands back to stroking your head and back. "You can always come to me, y/n!"
That was an offer you'd remember in the future for sure, and you yawned as your body finally felt nice and blissful again. The fatigue feeling natural and welcomed this time as you slowly dozed off in his cool embrace.
"I can't believe you hopped on a plane over to America. Just to experience New Year's again," you shook your head with a laugh.
"I didn't see why I couldn't," Zac shrugged, "I could easily celebrate in Japan with a huge concert, then fly to New York in time to see the ball drop."
It was hilarious how he mentioned it like it was no big deal. It was nearly enough to make you forget about the cold winter air. Why was New York so cold? Maybe he was splurging because the New Year was also his birthday.
"And you somehow managed to get a room with a view of said ball," you said. "Do you know how much that costs? Why are you paying that much?" It was hard to believe how your shining boy managed to do all of it.
"Nothing is too great for us." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
You subtly turned your head away to attempt to hide the growing blush on your cheeks.
The relationship between you was... complicated. You were friends, but... it seemed like something more. You went everywhere with him. He would give you sweet little gestures or gifts. Well, if you considered getting an extra plane ticket to another country to be 'little'. Though, you weren't officially a couple either. You two just did what you felt like and this is where it ended up. Everyone who didn't know you or Zac personally assumed you were a couple. And to be honest, you didn't mind.
The both of you headed to the place he was renting. The air nipped at any exposed piece of skin with sharp little teeth. You could see your own breath turn white and drift upward. Your hands gripped harder on the coat that Zac had lent you, pulling it closer against you to conserve heat while you held his hand to guide you.
The site of the American city would have enchanted you if it weren't for the cold. The tall buildings and everyone busy to get somewhere. The way the smallest flakes of snow drifted down. And his gentle, soft hand holding onto yours warmed you. Though all you wanted was to get inside, maybe cuddle against Zac for... no! What were you thinking? You firmly shook your head to the point it made your brain hurt.
Finally you reached the hotel. He insisted on you checking in while he hid around back. You honestly didn't know how popular Zac was in America, but you supposed it was better to not take any chances. You got the room key and texted Zac. He met you at the door where you waited for him.
"Here it is." You handed him the key.
"Thank you ever so much." His blue eyes sparkled.
He opened the door. You bit your lip, wondering now was as good a time as ever to ask.
"Um, where am I going to be staying?"
Not that you wanted him to pay for you, but you weren't sure if you could afford anything in New York, except for a cardboard box maybe. If you were lucky and Zac did what he usually did, he would have already arranged a place for you.
He looked back at you, with his hand still on the handle, and blinked a few time. Then his eyes widened as something clicked.
"Oh! I knew I should have asked. I... seeing as we're so close, I thought you wouldn't mind staying with me. You get your own personal bedroom, I promise. I made sure there would be one for you."
It was rare to see him panicking this much. The way he rambled on and his eyes darting everywhere made that clear. You put your hand on his shoulder. It always got his attention. His gaze settled back on you.
"It's okay," you said. "I just wanted to make sure I knew where I was staying."
He smiled and that shine came back to his face.
"Of course."
He opened the door and you followed in and shut the door behind you. There was a couch, a TV, and a window. You could already see throngs of people gathered down below.
"Do you suppose we could watch a movie or two before midnight?" He picked up the remote from the TV stand.
You looked at the clock conveniently in the room. Yeah, you could watch a movie to kill some time. You nodded and sat on the couch. He did the same and started to try to find something you both agreed on.
You enjoyed the movie, but you were very concious of your breathing, racing heart, and how close you were to Zac. That last part was something you never paid this much attention to until recently. It made it hard to focus on what was on the screen. You hardly noticed that Zac was making a lot less comments on it than he usually would.
Normally he would take note of the acting, whether live action or voice acting. He would comment on the soundtrack, the cinematography, and- gosh! You weren't sitting this close to him last time you check. This must have happened as both of you readjusted your sitting position again and again. Accidentally getting closer to each other until you were almost touching. You were stiff as a board.
It's okay. Just relax. And you did so, letting yourself sink into the movie and moment as best as you could. Oh! Now his shoulder was touching yours!
You looked up at the clock.
"Oh, it's ten minutes 'til."
He looked up.
"So it is."
You both, somewhat reluctantly got up and prepared got out the tiny confetti cannons. He played the news channel covering the event down below as background sound. You both actually played a little game over trying to find where the reporters on the TV were on the ground. He ended up singing along with a guest singer.
Ten seconds until.
The large, lit up ball slowly fell.
10
You, Zac and everyone else called out.
9
You jumped up as you said it
8
The ball glittered.
7
It changed from purple to a yellow-orange as it slowly lowered.
6
You looked over to Zac
5
He looked over to you
4
You gave an embarrassed smile.
3
There was something in his eyes that you couldn’t quite identify.
2
1
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" You yelled as you pulled on the strings of your individual party cannons.
You jumped, laughed, and, on a whim, you hugged Zac. He didn’t mind at all. He laughed and spun you around. You felt your head spinning, from the swirling emotions and spinning.
"I love you."
It wasn't loud, but you definitely said it. You froze. Zac's shock didn't last long.
He flashed a smile. "I was about to say the same thing."
"Really?" You tilted your head.
"Er," he nervously laughed and scratched his jaw, "actually, no. I was too worried you wouldn't return my feelings." His temporary awkwardness quickly faded back into his usual confidence. "But now that I know you do return them..."
He held you close. You smiled, happy to feel his arm around you. Happy that you didn't have to hold back how you felt anymore.
"I wanted to try something." His fingertips lightly grazed underneath your chin.
He slowly leaned in and began to close his eyes, but not all the way. They studied you, waiting for your reaction and if you'd do the same. Which you did.
It was almost as if you felt sparks through his lips. They just brushed against each other, a small touch, and it stole your breath away and made your heart flutter. It was nice.
You were still starstruck as you both pulled apart. It was short, but amazing.
A/N: This is my entry for @mss4msu 500 celebration challenge! I’m super late on this one too, thank you for being patient! 💕It’s my second work with Zac so it’s still quite plain and simple, although I’ll be posting a smuttier part later on (following this storyline.) I just thought I’d make this a fluffy oneshot and then whoever wants to read the smut will have it in a seperate text. 🤷♀️
Warnings: none really, I don’t even think there’s a swear word...
Word count: 2.5k
Summary: After several calls to your local radio station and five good answers, you find yourself owner of a VIP pass for the New York comic con. There’s that one man in particular you wish to see, and little did you know he had planned this all along.
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You’re holding the ticket in your hands, your thumb runs over the large textured letters. You’re still unable to process the euphoria surrounding the events that lead to this day. Your name is written under the New York Comic Con logo, its beautiful lanyard dangles from your hands as you twirl it around to look at the pattern. The softness of the couch has never been so welcoming as it envelopes you in your downfall from the heavens. The laminated ticket comes to your chest, followed by you giggling in excitement and tapping your feet to the ground. The phone in your pocket rings, and you hurry to pick it up.
“Hello?” You answer without reading the ID.
“Hi Y/N! How are you?” Your friend chimes from the other side.
“Oh, hey! I’m…” You ponder whether to tell or not. “I’m doing great,” you finish quickly as not to leave any suspicion.
“Riiight. Expected someone else?” You bite your lip to keep from laughing some more. She knows where you’re headed to, but not what’s actually hidden behind all this. “Well anyway, if you want me to help you pack for your trip I’m free all night.” She giggles when you stay silent. You end up accepting her offer, unsure if you could go the entire evening without combusting of joy. You figure that having her around would help you stay down to earth - but most importantly, it would keep the scenarios from playing in your mind.
You’re happy to realise that both seats next to you remain empty as the plane shakes off the ground. Once the flight is steady and you’ve lost sight of the city lights, you fold your knees over the arm rest as you get comfortable for the short flight. A variety of films is available from the on-board entertainment, including very recent titles, and some of your favourite series. So much for the book you had packed, you think. The soft vibrations help numb your mind and soon you’re well into a proper nap; an earphone securely playing the soundtrack to a Disney movie, the other hanging over your shoulder as it got pulled out not too long after.
Someone’s backpack strap is what has you jolting up at your arrival. You stretch as best you can in the confined space, reaching over to your left for the cubicle window. The rainy weather is not enough to dispirit you as you close it back and pick up your stuff, ready to have a great weekend at the convention. You’re in the last bunch out of the plane and through customs.
You set your bag onto the plushy bench at the foot of the bed - which is way too big for one person, you think - and let yourself fall on your back; the supple material has you bouncing a couple times. As you take a few deep breaths, you let your hands roam the space next to you, the silky fabric of the duvet-cover allows your fingers to glide easily, and it soon feels like you’re swimming in your own little world. The room is dark; the only thing coming in is the filtered light of the blinking advertisement panels outside. The dim ambiance of Time Square that’s just a few blocks down helps your mind drift off, and as if someone had dropped their knocked-out, fully-clothed kid on their sister’s spare bed, you lay there, content, before finally falling asleep.
A knock at the door pulls you out of your beauty sleep, and you thank the night’s unexpected crash for the fully functional outfit.
“Hi, can I-” You stop yourself when the door won’t go wider than a couple inches, the chain lock still well in place. “I’m sorry. Hi!” A familiar face waits with a white box in hand, and the same sweet smile. It’s his assistant. She had skyped you to explain what the pass included and later to explain the schedule of your plane.
“I hope I’m not too early for you. I’m just dropping this off. The convention starts at ten,” she begins, and then waits for your reaction. She smiles at your confusion. “Feel free to call me if you need a ride. I think you’ll like it. Congratulations again!” She winks as she taps on the box before walking away into the long hall. Suddenly, the furthest door down the hall opens slightly and your heart skips a beat on the spot. His tall silhouette barely makes it under the door frame as he steps out to get his special delivery of newspapers. Dark jeans held around his waist by a black leather belt. No shirt. Before he can stretch back up and see you, you squeal your way back into the room, then slam the door before leaning against it. Giggles escape your lips and you can’t help but dance around a little. Pictures surely didn’t do him justice.
The soft cardboard of the box tears slightly under your tight grip. A small cut gives you a peek at what’s hiding inside. With a slight spark of excitement you rush towards the table in the small living space and lay it on the marble. The small ribbon is easily torn away and you pull out a Nerd HQ t-shirt; the fabric is soft in your hands, the colours remind you of an 80s arcade room. The symbol is spelled out in a neon-like font, and stripes run down the side seems. You pick up the small note at the bottom of the box and gasp as you read it:
“Dear nerd,
Thank you for participating in our contest! I hope you enjoy your stay and that you have fun at the convention. But then again, you’ll get to meet me so that’s pretty rad!
I’ll see you later Y/N,
Zac ❤”
The last few words are hard to read as your eyes slowly fill with tears of joy. He’s taken the time to write a little message for you and it honestly beats getting a like from him on one of your tweets. You had been able to talk to him over the phone for a couple minutes when him and his assistant called to give you the result of the draw. He later texted you a simple hello, which stretched into a pretty deep conversation about mental health and upcoming movies. About a week later he warned you that his phone might have been hacked, and that for your privacy - and his - you had accepted to stop talking until you could meet. Knowing that you’ll be able to see him in person definitely has you nervous and shaking.
Getting back onto your feet, you trot towards the bathroom and hold the shirt up in front of your body, imagining how it would look on you. Then you go back to finish your outfit and get your small bag ready with everything you want signed.
You walk out of the elevator to the basement, where a black Mercedes awaits. A small hand waves you in through the open passenger window, and you settle next to his assistant.
“Told you you’d like it!” Her tone is friendly and she winks at you before pulling onto the street.
Small talk makes the ride down the jammed streets of Hell’s Kitchen a breeze, and with the lanyard around your neck, you walk into the busy halls of the Javits Center. The main area is packed; you wonder if everything is up to fire regulations as you strut around, being careful not to walk on anyone’s heels or break any cosplays. Marvel pretty much owns the place - or rather Disney - as Star Wars ships and maquettes are displayed here and there, comic artists and autograph booths fill the back walls. You walk down the aisles as if you were on a cloud. This is certainly the best initiation you could have gotten. Then, with an extra heartbeat per minute, you come to realise that you’re just a few feet away from the DC gate, which is ironically adorned with Shazam posters, along with Superman gear. An attroupement of people surrounds the Batmobile that roars in a corner. You sigh as the whole event becomes a bit overwhelming, and you can’t help but feel yourself go a bit weak.
You step into the little archway, and a well deserved breath escapes your lungs. You waste some time looking around at the frames and pieces of craft that creators expose proudly. And then your eyes come up to the posters hung along the black curtains behind the autograph tables, a sweet red shade tints your cheeks at the sight of Zac’s picture in the Shazam suit. A small kid bumps into you when your feet give up on their simple task; the flashes of his near-naked body resurfacing from the morning has your mind going foggy. He steps out a few minutes later, along with Asher and Jack, and they are greeted by a roar of cheers which knocks you out of a day dream. Your shoulder finds refuge on a nearby column, and you decide to wait until he has talked to a few people before you can come up with the courage to walk to his booth. He’s a little faster though and spots you from his seat, earning yourself a wink and a bright smile.
“Here comes the smolder!” Someone calls from the line in front of you, making you laugh a little. A strong hand comes to your shoulder from behind, startling you.
“Y/N?” His voice is a bit higher than you expected for someone his size. His square shoulders jump up a little when he sees your frightened face. The company shirt he has on is clearly a size too small; the sleeve bands around his biceps are screaming for their life.
“Yes. Do you need an ID?” You already have a hand in your bag as you ask the question, but he grabs your arm and politely shakes his head.
“It’s alright, love. Follow me,” he adds.
You struggle to keep up with him as he guides you through a crowded area, even though his body creates a rather smooth passage. About a minute later you find yourself alone with him in a small hallway; pipes fill the ceiling and everything is made out of concrete. Had it not been for the bright neon lights, this would certainly feel like a horror movie. You keep walking in silence, hearing the crowd cheer through the small doors you keep passing by. Then he opens a door to your right and motions you inside while holding it for you.
“If you please,” he says cordially.
You enter the room and scan your surroundings. A couch covered in dark green velvet sits by the opposing wall. There’s a barber chair sitting in front of a big mirror, where bottles of makeup and what-not fill a thin shelf. You step a little further inside and then see the fruits on the coffee table along with various snacks and bottles of Gatorade. When the bodyguard closes the door behind you and moves out of the way you see the small post on the door.
‘Zachary Levi’ written in black sharpie on the back of a random list, taped unevenly.
Your jaw slackens a little, your gaze goes back to the treats on the table and you smile at how personal this feels. The man invites you to get comfortable and take whatever you’d like, and you think he said he’d be back shortly with a warm lunch but your mind is already wandering around the subtle items and decor. You run your hands on the soft material of the couch as you let your body relax into it. It has a natural wood frame and feels very vintage. Very Zac. A small TV hangs on the wall in front of it and is already turned on and logged onto someone’s Netflix account. You grab the remote and proceed to ‘get comfortable’ as the man had said. The choice is easy when one of your favourite series is in his list as well.
The first episode is nearly done when faint voices are getting closer in the hallway, and out of panic you turn it off and sit back into the couch. The handle moves but it takes a few seconds before the door is finally pushed open. He’s standing there in the frame, still talking to someone you can’t see from your position. Although you doubt you’d be able to see anything else with Zac just shining in the room. You stand up and he sees it in his sight. He turns his head just a little and sends you another wink along with a little wave, politely asking you to wait another minute. You stand there in the middle of the room, swaying from a foot to another as you try and compose yourself. Then he turns around completely and steps inside.
“Hi Y/N!” His voice is high and bashful. You move your hand up in hopes of reaching for his, but he jerks it away gently and opens his arms instead. “Come on! Bring it in.”
You obey and move closer to him. Your arms hook behind his body but you’re too afraid to touch him. You linger there, your head against his chest that slowly rises with each breath, trying to slow your heartbeat to match his. His actions make it hard for you to actually focus. One of his hands reaches the back of your head and he runs his fingers through your hair before settling lower on your neck.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispers in the crook of your neck. He only lets go when he feels you shiver and your arms fall to your side. He grabs your shoulders, pushing you back a little and looks at you, his face wincing at his clumsiness. “Did I overstep? Gosh. I’m so, so sorry!” He seems genuinely concerned and bothered with himself until he sees you smile finally, making him shiver in return.
“You shouldn’t...I’m...I can’t lie and say I’m not enjoying this.” He breathes out when you’re done and his shoulders relax. “I guess I’m just startled. You really are so handsome and...” And I saw you half naked this morning and wanted to have my hands on you all day but… You shake your head at the thought with a laugh which seems to amuse him as well.
“What?” He grins and takes a step closer. So close your neck is about to snap from looking up at him.
“I, um…” Your hands come to your face and you lean against his chest again. His hands run down your arms and onto the small of your back, before slowly making their way back up and locking behind your neck. He pulls slightly on your hair, making you face him again. A whimper threatens to leave your throat but his lips are quick to block any sound from coming out of your mouth.
In your work line it was hard to meet people, and that didn’t bother you a lot. But it was defiantly hard to for you when you wanted to get in a relationship. Finding men to date was a bit hard, and being in the eyes of the media wasn’t easy. That means that when you first start to date you were under the eye of everyone and anyone. When you go on dates, when you meet friends whenever you step out together. And that also means when you break-up the media was there as well, you found it a bit harder than your coworkers. You didn’t know why but you did, and that left you frustrated. You were about to give up when your friend told you that she can arrange a blind date between you and another guy. It took her a few days of constant texts and calls for you to give in and agree to the date. She told you it would be at a secluded restaurant, it was a bit of a secret restaurant. It allowed no cameras and was full of celebrities, businessmen/women and a lot of A list personals.
You dressed up nicely, your makeup was on point and you were ready to go, so after a pip talk with yourself in front of the mirror you took your bag and left your house. It didn’t take you long to reach the restaurant and park the car. The short drive wasn’t needed as you tried to calm your nerves but failed. With one last deep breath you left the car, with your head down to avoid being recognized. The sky was turning red and orange and the moon could be seen as the sun sat in the distance.
You went in the restaurant before you could change your mind. You were met with a hostess, she gave you a smile.
“Ms. (Y/L/N), please come this way.” She said and led you further into the room. “Your company has arrived not that long ago.”
“Okay, thanks.” You said and looked around trying to guess who your date was. You saw a lot of familiar faces, you smiled and waved to those you knew and caught your eyes.
“This is your table.” The hostess said and you looked to the table in front of you to see someone one you did not expect at all. The hostess sat the menu on the table and left as the man stood up.
“Hey, I’m Zac.” Zac said. Yes Zac Efron. Who would’ve thought that he of all people was going on a blind date?
“I’m (y/n).” You said and shook his hand, Zac helped you sit down. “Thanks.” You said softly and Zac sat across from you on the table. “I’m quite surprised.”
“Why is that?” Zac asked you and you shrugged with a soft smile on your lips.
“When (Y/F/N) told me she was setting a blind date, I just didn’t think I’d end up with Zac Efron.” You said and looked at Zac, diving him all your attention. Zac is very handsome he’s very good looking and none could deny it. He had a lot of girls fawning over him, both celebs and normal girls. So you always thought it would’ve been easy for him to get dates and meet girls.
“Yeah, well I decided to try something new.” Zac said carelessly. This was new to him as well as it was for you, he knew who you were. How could he not? You’re very well-known and he too thought you’d always be able to get the guys you wanted. “And what about you? I never thought you’d be into this kind of thing.”
“Yeah well, (Y/F/N) convinced me.” You said and relaxed in your seat ever so slightly, the nerves started to slowly leave your body. “We haven’t met before, have we?”
“No I don’t think so.” He said trying to think if he did, you were both at the same awards a few times but never actually met or talked. “We’ve been to a few awards but never actually talked, and I believe you were almost casted for Charlie St Cloud.”
“I was, imagine that!” You said realizing what a small world. “I know for a fact that we were almost casted for the same movies quite a few times.”
“Who would’ve thought that when we do meet, it’d be on a blind date?” Zac said smiling, you returned the smile.
“I know right.” You said with a slight shake of your head. “Okay so what do you want to eat?”
***
“Okay, how about we take turns asking questions?” You suggested giving the waiter a smile as he sat the food in front of you.
“Sure, I’ll start.” Zac said. “What’s your favorite movie?”
“Easily (F/M), I love that movie so much.” You said. “I never get sick of watching it at all, okay, what’s your favorite sport?”
“I like golf, baseball and surfing I’m just really into sports.” He said and you could tell how much he really enjoyed it by the way he spoke. “What do you do whenever you have time off?”
“I usually spend time with my family and my friends, maybe go on vacation as well.” You said with a small shrug. “Just relaxing, now what’s your favorite place in the world?”
“London, I love spending time in London.” He said and you agreed with him. “A little deep but what’s your goal in life?”
“Uh okay just don’t laugh.” You said with a warning look, you didn’t know if you wanted to tell him or not because it was a bit silly and you thought that it was everyone’s goal in life. You found yourself nervous about his reaction, you really liked Zac and wanted to impress him.
“I won’t I swear.” Zac said putting both hands on his heart, your eyes met his and you saw honesty in them and decided to just tell him.”
“Well, I really just want to be happy and have a family one day. I know it’s silly but that’s my goal in life.” You said blushing a bit. “If I one day couldn’t do what I’m doing today and had a family that loves me, I think I’d still be happy and satisfied with my life. It’s a bit silly.”
“No, not at all.” Zac said shaking his head his eyes sparkling, your answer just showed him how much of a down to earth and honest girl you are. “I completely understand, believe me. I feel the same way.”
It was if you both saw each other in a new light. It showed the priorities you both had, it was another thing you both had in common and you felt as if that was an important thing to have in common. Because if your relationship became anything more, that’s the ultimate goal. That’s what relationships are for, you commit yourself to one person for a long time in hopes of marrying them and/or starting a family with them.
You and Zac kept on talking for what felt like forever and every time he’d smile your heart would skip a beat and you’d find yourself smiling back. He was such a gentlemen all throughout the night, you felt drawn to him as he felt the same for you. He secretly hoped you’d go out with him again, he felt as if you were different from all the girls he’s been out with before. A good different. He was glad that he came on this blind date, and you were glad you agreed as well.
What are the coincidence that you two went on your first blind date together? And for it actually turn out to be so successful. You silently thanked (y/n/n) in your head for convincing you. As the date came to an end and the meal finished and payed for custody of Zac you left the restaurant. It was dark now, the streets were lit by lamps and less people wondered around now. Zac walked you to your car, keeping the conversation going. You both exchanged numbers before you left the building agreeing to go on another date and see where this may go.
“I’m really glad we did this.” You told Zac once you reached your car, facing him.
“Me too, I’m looking forward to our next date.” Zac said giving you a smile that you couldn’t help but return.
“Me too.” You said and unlocked your car, you turned to Zac. “Text me the details and I’ll be there.”
“Okay.” He said and gave you a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek before letting go. Your cheeks were red as were his, but thankfully it was dark for you two to notice the other. “Good night.”
“Good night.” With that you climbed into your car and drove off, you gave Zac a last smile and a wave.
What a day? You thought as you remembered this morning when you almost chickened out of the date, you were certainly glad you didn’t. The both of you couldn’t whip that smile of your faces for the rest of the day. You and Zac knew that this was the start of something beautiful.
Hey! So by any chance has anyone seen the decently old show Chuck? If you have and think John Casey is a total daddy and want to write an x reader fan fic about him... please let me know. It’s impossible to find fics for him and i”m almost at the point where I’m willing to pay someone to write it.
Anyways... yea... inbox me if you know who John Casey is and want to write a fic... I have a few prompts
warnings: death, violence, guns, fighting, allusions to blood
a/n: i may have went a little overboard with this i just really liked this idea 😂
You wanted all of this to be over
The fighting
The division
The killing
You wanted it to stop
You wanted Christopher and Sela to give up, and join your side, ending the war between your sides
But if you knew what ending it would cost, you’d rather spend the rest of your life fighting
If it meant that you didn’t have to lose Zac
Christopher and Sela walked into your territory, and everyone aimed their weapons are them
The next words Christopher said would shatter you
“Put down your guns. Zac’s gone.”
You felt your heart stop
How could he be gone?
He promised you that he would be okay
That he would kill them, and end everything
And the two of you could be happy together, living out the rest of your life together
But all of that hope disappeared in two words
The world around you became a blur
Words were muffled
You felt yourself being pulled farther from reality
And then it all hit you
He was really gone
You walked over to them, not bothering to drop your gun
“Gone? What did you do to him? What happened?!” you screamed, feeling your voice break with each word
“We opened the airlock. And then he opened the door. He did it to himself,” Sela said softly
“No! You did this! You let him die! You killed him! How could you?!”
You dropped your gun to the ground with a dull thud before taking off
You had to get away
You didn’t know where you were heading to, you just couldn’t stay there any longer
You found yourself at the airlock
You stepped up to the window and gently placed your hand on the glass, staring out into the dark abyss
He was out there somewhere
You couldn’t get to him
He was gone
You were never going to see him again
The tears you’ve been trying so hard to hold back burst free
You let your forehead fall against the glass as you cried
Everything hurt
You loved him
You loved him more than you’ve ever loved anyone before
And he was gone
You were alone now
“We had to do it y/n. He was going to get everyone killed, I had to do something.”
You tensed up when you heard her voice
Sela
You spun around and shoved her
She stumbled backwards, but didn’t make any attempt to strike back
“Don’t say you had to! You didn’t have to kill him! He wasn’t going to kill us! He was going to free us! And you didn’t like that because it went against those precious little rules you’re so obsessed with! So you killed him! Don’t even try to make it sound like anything else! It’s murder! You killed him!”
You pushed her harder, making her fall down
You got on top of her and started punching her, trying to get your emotions out
Sela tried to push you off, but to no avail
She was almost unconscious when someone lifted you off
“Let me go!” you screamed
“No, you have to calm down,” Christopher said, not loosening his grip
“You- you killed him!”
With every word you felt the anger leaving you, because deep down you knew they were right
Zac was going to get everyone killed
All that was left was pain
Christopher loosened his grip and you turned around and hugged him tightly, sobbing into his chest
“I’m sorry y/n, we had to. You understand that, right?”
You nodded softly, allowing your weight to fall onto him
Even though it might’ve been the right thing, knowing that he was gong still hurt
