By Chance - Zack X Reader

French Toast Love

When we got home, I didn't even make it to my bed.

I ended up collapsing on the couch.

I groaned and Zack sat down next to me, sighing.

"Damn my legs hurt like HELL! That girls house was forever away! Why didn't they choose one that was closer?!" I complained.

"Cause that girls parents were home, I guess that made them feel safer for some fucking reason." Zack glanced at me.

"Well that definitely was something. Why is it that every time we go near the bar, something insane happens? Seriously, we need to stop going around there." I raised an eyebrow.

"Agreed." Zack muttered.

"Anyway, I don't think I'll make it to my room, so I'm gonna sleep on the couch." I pulled a blanket off the back of the couch.

"I could carry you." Zack said quickly.

I felt myself blush a bit.

"Uh... okay." I said, putting the blanket back.

Zack slipped one of his arms under my legs, and the other behind my back, carrying me bridal style.

This is so embarrassing.

Is it bad that I think this is kinda hot?

Probably, okay, never mind then.

I blushed worse at my thoughts.

Zack opened my door and laid me gently on my bed.

"Thank you." I flopped back onto my pillow and covered up.

"Don't ever fucking mention that again." Zack turned around.

"Zack, I'm not mad at you anymore. Just so you know." I sighed.

"Great." He said.

He quickly walked out of my room and closed the door behind him.

I then slowly drifted off to sleep.

I jolted awake, breathing heavily and cold sweating.

I had a nightmare that Zack left and a man broke in and attacked me.

I quickly stood up and ran to Zack's room, opening the door in a rush.

He was still sound asleep.

He looks so peaceful.

This is gonna be embarrassing when he wakes up.

I slowly peeled the blankets up and crawled in beside him.

His arm snaked its way around my waist and he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck.

Ohhhh fuck a duck whyyyy.

God this is so cliche!

Why me, just why.

And why in the fuck do I not mind this?

Why am I not moving him away from me?!

Whatever, future me will have to deal with this mess.
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I once again woke up, but it was to Zack shaking me awake.

Zack was on top of me, straddling my hips while his face was just inches from mine.

"W-What are you doing?!" I was freaking the absolute fuck out.

"You were yelling in your sleep and wouldn't stop moving around! I had to do this so you didn't hurt yourself." He explained.

Of course the sexually innocent boi would have a perfectly logical explanation for why he was literally on top of me and giving me a lady boner.

Wow, good job Zack.

"Oh, well thank you." I stared into his eyes and he stared back.

We sat there for a good 15 seconds straight just looking at each other.

His eyes flicked from mine to my lips then back up.

"Zack? Do you want to kiss me?" I asked quietly.

"Kinda." He admitted.

There was no emotion in his voice, he was telling me straight up, he kinda wanted to kiss me, but he would be alright if we didn't.

That's what I like about him.

He always tells the truth.

Something that everyone could use in their lives.

"Well do it then." I encouraged.

"Would you be mad?" He asked.

"Would I be telling you to do it if I was gonna get mad?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, would it make it awkward between us?" He questioned.

"Probably not." I said.

"Alright then." And with that, his lips connected with mine.

Could you even call them lips? More like bandages, but with lips hidden beneath.

I dunno, but I like it, so whatever!

I smiled into the kiss and he pulled away a second later, leaving me wanting more.

This motherfucker.

He climbed off of me and pulled me up with him as he stood.

"Let's get breakfast." He said.

"Uh, okay?" I followed behind him.

"So why were you in my bed again?" Zack asked.

"I had a nightmare about... something." I replied.

Zack was quiet for a moment.

"Was it about me?" He asked.

"Yeah, you left me and a man broke in and attacked me." I said quietly.

"Attacked you how?" He pushed for answers.

"He... he raped me." Zack went completely silent and stopped walking.

"So why come to me?" He asked.

"Because you make me feel safe." I admitted.

He smiled a bit and ruffled my hair.

"No ones going to hurt you, ever. I'm gonna make damn sure of that, so don't worry." He wrapped his arms around me.

I hugged back and nodded.

"Thank you, Zack. I don't know what I would do without you." I whispered.

"Probably be dead by now, to be honest." He laughed.

"Shut up! You need me, too! Otherwise you'd be rotting in a cell right now!" I crossed my arms.

"No, they would've given me the electric chair as soon as they got ahold of me." He replied.

"Well that won't happen." I said.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because I'm gonna protect you." I told him, smirking.

"Oh and what with? Your hair ties and shoes?" He laughed again.

"No, with my Ak-47 and 50-cal shotgun, dumbass." I smiled wide.

"Holy shit you're badass." He chuckled.

"Damn right, and don't you forget it." I slapped his chest as I walked past him.

"Now, you want French toast? Cause I'm in the mood for French toast." My eyes widened with excitement.

"You're insane, and of course I want French toast." Zack sighed.

"Yay!" I ran over to the stove and turned it on, then prepared my pan.

"Let's eat, I'm starved!" I cried.