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Like No Other (Part 3)

Summary: A bet turned romance, Zach Dempsey has fallen head over heels for a girl he can’t have. In an effort to win her heart, he must go above and beyond to get her attention. Will Zach be able to win the bet and the girl of his dreams, or will he lose both in the process?

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Like No Other Masterlist

It was a race against the clock for Zach. In less than ten seconds, you were going to walk into your shared Peer Communication class and check your bag for any new compliments for the day. Zach was quick, but cautious when he entered the empty classroom. He turned all the bookshelves around, looking over his shoulder after each turn, until he found your bag. He slipped the folded note he worked so hard on into your brown paper bag and swiftly found his seat in the back of the class, making himself busy with his phone.

“How could you not have fun at the party?” Sheri questioned with a chuckle. “I’m pretty sure some of the guys got into a fight over a game of beer pong,”

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People: Do you think if you weren’t always rushing your work you’d be happier with it overall?

Me, scribbling like a madman: IF I STOP WORKING FAST I’LL FALL BEHIND

People: Couldn’t you have left yourself more time to do this?

Me, playing 8 hours straight of old Zelda games: IF I DON’T ENJOY THINGS OTHER THAN WORK I’LL GO CRAZY

People: …Is it possible you’ve already gone a bit crazy?

Me, bashing a bag of apples against my head: LIFE IS INSANITY AND I’LL STOP WHEN I DIE

Working Class

Prompt:  ‘I can feel you silently judging me as you ring up my purchases I swear I’m not using these for there intended purposes’ AU

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Chapter 4: Latex Junkie

Description: Hinata’s misconception of Naruto was something he was more than happy to fix.

AN: A collection of one-shot’s featuring NaruHina in the workforce; inspired by cup-of-hot-coffee’s Job AUs on Tumblr. In collaboration with Kae (she wrote the first half.) 

“Why do you always buy this many? It’s not very realistic.”

Tugging at the collar of his shirt Naruto tried to hide the blush that adorned his whiskered cheeks to no avail. He was at the convenience store across the street from his university’s campus and was currently being questioned by the (cute) cashier on why he always needed so many boxes of condoms.

It wasn’t like he was using them or anything! Well not technically that is…

He was currently an RA for Konoha University and one of the things he was expected to do was promote safe sex among the students. The whiskered blond loved his job; he got to communicate with all his fellow students and was also able to help anybody who needed it, what he didn’t like however was having to do all of those boring (and in this case embarrassing) PSA’s.

It was unbelievable how fast the students would go through each box of condoms, and every-time they needed to stock up Sasuke (that bastard!) always sent him to get the damn things. And every-time he would go to buy them, the cute cashier with the pretty eyes would always be working the cash.

The last time he came to the convenience store he made sure to buy four extra boxes so he wouldn’t have to go back for a while, but then while setting up the safe-sex bulletin board, Sasuke - who he swears did it on purpose - stapled the damn things onto the board, making them defective and ordered him to get some more. If it wasn’t for Sakura threatening to beat them both to a pulp if they didn’t stop arguing Naruto swore he would’ve killed him.

Sometimes he really hated that guy!

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  • You're reading about yourself on a plane, fame, what a shame!: Taurus, Cancer, Scorpio, Capricorn
  • Caught up in fashion, Karcrashian panache and a bag of bash for passion: Aries, Gemini, Sagittarius, Aquarius
  • You've got a beautiful face but got nothing to say: Leo, Virgo, Libra, Pisces

One! Two! Three! Four!

Briareos’ fists strike the punching bag, it’s loaded with sand, it swings slightly in place with each strike.

One! Two! Three! Four!

He hits it again, harder than the last time.

One! Two! Three! Four!

He’s gathered an audience, for some reason, watching the cyborg bash a giant sand bag is entertaining.

One! Two! Three! Four!

One! Two! Three! Four!


One final hit, and Briareos knocks the sand bag flying, chains tearing the ceiling panel off and the bag crashing onto the floor of the other side of the gym, sand pouring out of a hole torn in it by his fist. He doesn’t stop for any applause, doesn’t take a bow or listen to anyone’s praise, he just stomps off towards the locker room.

Love Me

’Hey! Would you like to go out sometimes?

No! I’m just with my friends online and there’s things we’d like to change!’

Next thing you’ll find you’re reading about yourself on a plane, fame!

What a shame! Oh! Well, just keep looking, looking, looking,..

Love me

If that’s what you wanna do

You’ve been reading about yourself on a plane, fame, for a change

Caught up in fashion - Karcrashian panache and a bag of bash for passion

You’ve got a beautiful face but got nothing to say

‘You look famous, let’s be friends and portray we possess something important’

‘We’ve just come to represent a decline in the standards of what we accept’!

Yeah? Yeah? No!

Love me

If that’s what you wanna do

Oh so sack off your calender - give it to the people

Be the man that gets them up on their feet

Love me

If that’s what you wanna do

Signs as "Love Me" lyrics

Aries: You look famous let’s be friends

Taurus: You’re reading ‘bout yourself on a plane, fame, what a shame!

Gemini: Be the man who gets ‘em up on their feet!

Cancer: You’ve got a beautiful face but nothing to say

Leo: Oh well, just keep looking, looking, looking, looking…OW!

Virgo: I’m just with my friends online and there’s things we’d like to change!

Libra: Hey, would you like to look outside sometimes? No!

Scorpio: A bag of bash for passion

Sagittarius: Caught up in fashion, Karcrashian

Capricorn: We’ve just come to represent a decline in the standards of what we accept!

Aquarius: Yeah!? Yeah!? Yeah!?…No.

Pisces:Love me! If that’s what you wanna do

The Boxer. -Part Six. -Joe Sugg Imagine.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five


The radio was now humming lowly in the background of the room as you sat in a warm bath. A glass of wine was in one hand while your other brushed away the tears that were still falling down your damp cheeks. Thousands of thoughts were running through your mind while your heart was continuing to break and crumble inside of your chest. You’ve never felt so betrayed.

Why would Joe think such low things of you?
Why would he think that you’ve done this?
After everything that you both went through last night, and he thinks you would do this?
Why would you even want to do such a horrible thing?

You couldn’t help but sob into your hand, the tears now flowing down your bare cheeks. You couldn’t believe that Joe would think you would do this. You didn’t do anything. You wouldn’t do something like this to Joe. You wouldn’t even dream of doing something like this to anyone.

You couldn’t figure it out in your mind, how and why Joe would think you would do this. You never left Joe’s side once last night or this morning, so how would you have made the call to the press? You felt so hurt that Joe was thinking of you like this. You didn’t do anything wrong. The only way the press could hear these secrets and talks that yourself and Joe had last night was if someone was following you.

Joe had just won a new world wide boxing title, so it doesn’t quite surprise you that there were people who may have been following you both around town without you knowing. You were quite scared thinking about people watching you and following you Joe around town last night. You usually wrote for the front page of the news, you don’t exactly appear on it. You were quite uncomfortable seeing images of yourself on the front page of every newspaper, it was something that has obviously never happened to you before and it was something you didn’t expect to happen.

Your phone has been constantly blasting it’s ring tone. Everyone was calling you. Your mum, your father, your sister and her husband, your colleagues at work and even your own boss. You haven’t touched your phone since last night after you dropped Andrew back home. You didn’t want to speak to anyone. You didn’t want to hear, answer or even explain answers to the questions that you knew almost everyone would greet you instantly with.

The water was now growing cold, but your body didn’t want to leave the water. Your thoughts were crowding your mind and making you feel down about everything that has happened. The write up for the interview was still racing in your mind. You still had to write up your news piece and include all of the questions and answers that you received from Joe. You also had to write about his ‘glorious’ win. Your fingernails were now slowly tapping against the wine glass you held as you debated with yourself if you should actually call up your boss and tell him that you don’t feel happy writing up about this. On the other half of your mind, you could almost picture Joe chuckling and snickering at you for backing out of writing an article, all because of him.

You slowly rose from the bath and dried yourself off. After throwing your dressing gown around your body, you grasped onto the sink before you and gave yourself a glare in the mirror as you recited out loud.

“Y/N L/N. You’re going to write up that article right now. This may hurt you and even kill you. You’re not going to let him win like he won last night. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction of not writing that article. You’re going to write that article now, and once it’s done then it’s completely done. You never have to speak or hear from Joe again.” You stated, looking at the red patches on your cheeks from the tears you shed. You could feel your lip quiver as Joe’s words echoed in your mind, ‘You’re just like every other journalist!’.

Giving yourself a challenging look, you slowly left the bathroom with a new burning sensation in your stomach. You sat down at your desk and opened up your laptop. After clicking onto word document, you began to unleash everything inside of you, taking out everything that you were feeling on your keyboard.


Joe Sugg.
16:08 p.m.

Right now I was no longer in the gym, but instead I was standing in front of my battered up punching bag in my gym. Anger was seething through my veins at the thought of the world knowing my deepest secrets and at the thought of allowing myself to let my guard down around a girl.

I quickly swing my right fist at the bench before sending my left fist soon after to connect with the bag causing it to shake and swing violently. My body was pumping sweat while I shuffled from side to side and kept my eyes narrowed angrily at the red torn punching bag.

I was furious.

I rapidly punched the bag sending it flying back as I manoeuvred my fists to rest in front of my face. Punk and edgy music was playing loudly in the gym so I could drown out my thoughts. Today Y/N and I were plastered on the front page of every single newspaper that this country has. Tabloids were and still are enjoying making juicy headlines that people will catch everyone’s attention.

My eyes were now glaring at the punch bag as it swung from side to side from my fast and rapid punches. I was seething with fury. I couldn’t believe that Y/N would do this to me. I still can’t believe that she had gone behind my back and physically used me to release my secrets and dreams of the future. I fell into her trap, the way a mouse would walk straight onto a trap of cheese.

How could she do this me?
Why would she do this to me?
How much was she paid to reveal everything?
After everything that happened last night between us both, and this? This is how she repays me!?

I let out a yell of frustration as I lash out at the punching bag harder. I was now hitting and swinging every punch I’ve ever learnt onto the bag. “How could you Y/N!? I trusted you!” I yell loudly, jabbing the bag with a harsh punch. “We talked to one another! We shared ourselves to one another in my own flat! And this!? This is what I get!?” I ask loudly in an angry yell as I continue to bash up the punching bag. My feet were shuffling as I circled the bag and felt the sweat run down my back, whilst my eyes stung with tears of anger and sadness.

Why has she done this?

Suddenly I just stop.

I stop punching. I stop breathing. I stop thinking.

The moment was frozen.

Why has Y/N done this to me?

I allowed myself to take a large deep breath before I couldn’t hold back. I angrily swung my leg out and kicked the punching bag and began to furiously punch it sending hit after hit after hit to it. The rattle of the chains echoed around the room as the music pierced my ears.

I slowly stepped back to regain my breath. Suddenly the music cut out and my head snapped in a furious way so I could catch the culprit and discover the person who decided they could switch my music off. That’s when I seen Greg, my personal trainer.

“Oh, boy..” He sighed, a weak smile on his face as he shook his head. My eyes narrowed at him in anger. I kept my intense stare on him and watched his moves as he slowly sat down on the miniature boxing ring situated in the middle of the room.

Greg sat down and intertwined his hands together. “I’m guessing by the sight of you, you aren’t exactly in the best of moods.” He spoke, a dark eyebrow raising. “You’ve just won a world wide champion title and now your wearing yourself out?” He asked, his eyes lifting to look up to mine while he shook his head. “You should be at your flat, resting and celebrating-” Greg started before I instantly stopped him in his tracks.

“Cut to the chase Greg. I know you’ve read the papers. Don’t play dumb with me. Y/N completely used me to get to my weak points so she could write about it in her article!” I yell, frustratedly punching the punching bag feeling my face burn a red colour as the sweat poured down my back. I angrily took off my boxing gloves, using my teeth to untie the strings and throwing them to the floor making them thud loudly. My free fingers were now running through my damp hair before I caught the bottle of ice cold water that Greg threw over to me.

“Calm down Joe!” Greg scolded, watching me as I paced from side to side and chugged down the bottle of water to quench my thirsty. Fury was running through my veins and my fists were clenching. I was seething with anger because of everything that has happened. Y/N has revealed my secrets and now we’re both plastered across the front page of the news paper.

“Calm down!? Calm down!? You want me to calm down!? How can I calm down when my secrets are all over the papers!” I bellow, my voice echoing around the gym loudly. “She betrayed me!” I frown, crunching the plastic water bottle in my fist and throwing it at the white wall.

“Who betrayed you?” An all too familiar voice spoke. I turned my head to the side and looked at Rod, my manager, with a glare.

“Go on then. Who betrayed you? And don’t you dare say it was Ms. L/N.” Rod spoke sternly, my intense stare growing harder as I watched Rod return the same glare back St me.

“Of course it was Y/N L/N! Who else would know those secrets of mine Rod!? She played me like a pack of cards!” I growled, shaking my head in annoyance as I felt my heart drop at my thoughts about Y/N doing such a thing.

“It wasn’t Ms. L/N!” Rod back talked, his eyes sending daggers at me for my words.

“Who else was it then Rod!? It was just Y/N and I all night!” I exclaimed loudly in distemper.

“Please don’t tell me you believe that bull.” Rod sighed, his hand now covering his eyes as he shook is head at me.

“Go on then Rod! Tell  me who it was that actually revealed everything!” I yelled. My voice was now straining from the pain of screaming and I could hear my voice waver ever so slightly.

“It was your boxing opponent! That’s the guy who revealed it all! Ms. L/N and yourself were followed by him and his crew last night! I’ve been in contact with the papers and the press and they have revealed him to me. His gang recorded both yours and Ms. L/N’s conversations last night and he sold the conversations to everyone in the media. None of this was Ms. L/N’s doing.” Rod spoke, his voice low and deep and his glare was intense.

In that moment I felt guilt wash over me the way a wave would wash over sand.

It wasn’t Y/N?

I looked down at myself. I was ashamed. I was now too embarrassed and guilty to look Rod in the eyes.

“Please don’t tell me you accused Y/N.” Rod started before he sighed in disappointment as I turned my head in shame.

“You stupid boy! Her article has just been published! I was intending on coming over to celebrate the big win and the great article! I can’t believe you!” Rod snapped, his hands flying to the air before he revealed a newspaper from under his coat, throwing it at my feet. “That girl has gone out of her way for you! Why would you think she would do such a thing!?” Rod yelled, his fingers now rubbing his temples as his face turned as red as blood.  

“What!? You expected me to thing it was my opponent!?” I exasperated, my hands now running through my hair as I shook my had at Rod who scoffed. “I wan’t expecting this from you boy!” Rod huffed, his eyes rolling at my own scoff.

“What the hell was he thinking!? Why did he follow me around town last night!?” I queried, a dissatisfied tone in my voice as my fists clenched and my muscles tensed.

“He wasn’t happy about losing the fight to you Sugg!” Rod explained, my muscles tensing at my thoughts about how I plan on killing this guy with my bare hands. “That isn’t the point right now! You’ve accused Ms. L/N for this entire thing!” Rod hissed.

I could feel my shoulders fall and my heart drop at his words. “I’ve been a complete d*ck, haven’t I?” I sighed, looked down at myself as Greg and Rod agreed with my words.

“I can’t believe you accused her, especially after that article she wrote.” Rod sighed, my eyes now glazing over the paper at my feet. I slowly crouched down to pick it up and I was immediately greeted with an image of myself, a beaming smile on my face with my championship belt held high above my head. I allowed my eyes to scan the catchy headline while my heart rate began to slow down as I continued to read down through the written piece.


Last night, the world witnessed the boxing sensation Mr. Joe Sugg being crowned as the world champion. Weighing in at 135 pounds, Mr. Sugg has seriously outdone himself with this win.

I continued to let my eyes scan every word of the article. My heart was beating sadly with guilt. Y/N’s article was amazing. She had an opportunity to completely bash me and talk about what an ass I am bu instead she didn’t do that. Instead she spoke about how polite I was and how it was a 'pleasure’ to interview me.

“You’ve got a lot of making up to do, son.” Rod sighed, a weak smile on his face as he shook his head at me. I mirrored his actions and felt sadness cloud around me.

Why was I such a twat?

I really do have a lot of making up to do..


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