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Just one chance 

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part I)

Part II Part III

A/N: One about Zach YAAAY! I hope you like it and if you’re wondering there will be more parts of this one.

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Remember REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Words: 2.052

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I had noticed. I noticed how he hoped to find that piece of paper in his compliment bag hanging on the wall next to the rest. Hoping to find that someone had written something that made him feel a little better, he didn’t lose hope that someday that bag would have something inside, he didn’t care how long it took.

I had stopped looking in my bag a long time ago; it wasn’t like I couldn’t use some nice words even though they came from an anonymous source that I would probably never know who it was. I had stopped looking inside because I never got any notes, so I decided to stop wasting my time and to stop feeling bad every time I looked inside.

Nevertheless I was surprised that someone like Zach Dempsey didn’t get a hundred of notes, after all he was the star player in the basketball team, he was friends with the popular people of the school, he was always in all the parties and I knew girls liked him, still he didn’t get any compliments in his bag.

I couldn’t help to feel bad for him, so I gather my things very slowly to be the last one in the class and I wrote a note for him, which I left in his compliment bag so the next day he would have something.

I didn’t write a love letter or something like that, it was something pretty simple, something that would make him feel better for the rest of the day; we all deserve to receive compliments from time to time.

A few days passed since the first note I wrote him and I had to admit that I loved how he reacted so I decided to write him a couple more for the next weeks, but I didn’t make it a daily thing.

One day while I was running to class, considering that I was late to first period. I was looking in my bag for my book and being the clumsy person that I am I ran into someone, luckily for me I didn’t fall backwards, that would had been even more embarrassing.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking” I said as fast as I could while I bend down to get the book that I made that person drop.

I saw it was the biology book, the same one that I was looking for in my bag and when I looked to the owner I saw it was Zach and I thanked that it was him and not one of his stupid friends, because even though he hanged out with them Zach was so much nicer than all of them together.

“Don’t worry, are you ok?” he asked grabbing his book and smiling for some reason.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just really bad at walking without running into people” I joked putting my bag on my shoulder “I was looking for my bio book but it seems that I forgot it at home” I sighed “but it doesn’t matter, see you in class” I added walking to the classroom, I didn’t want to get even more late.

“Wait!” he exclaimed making me turn in his direction with a surprised expression on my face “we can walk together and if you want you can sit with me and I’ll share my book with you” I couldn’t help the frown on my forehead. Zach was definitely kind, but not to this level, he was socializing voluntary with me, someone who wasn’t even close to his little world or the people in that world, it was odd.

“Okay… thank you” I answered trying to sound convinced. He reached me and we started walking to class together “how it is that you’re late to bio? You’re always the first one there” I added realizing he was late to his favourite class.

When I didn’t get any answer I looked in his direction and I saw him smiling again, this time even wider. We got to class so I wasn’t going to get any response to my question.

The class went by as usually, this was one of the few classes I liked, I liked to consider myself a person of letters, but I was good at everything in general, even though I hated all the subjects related to science or maths, that’s why it was something unusual that I liked this one in particular and that was the reason why I was always dazed in the teacher’s explanations, but not this time. I couldn0t stop looking to Zach and see how he took notes of everything and how he knew all the answers to the teacher’s questions, even though he just answered them in his notebook and not out loud. I guess that being good at something not related to sports wasn’t “cool”.

Unluckily for me Zach caught me staring and I tried to hide my smile, but it was impossible, I just looked in the teacher’s direction and started to take notes.

“You’re better at this than I thought” I whispered while I was writing the things that I saw in the blackboard.

“That means you knew I was already good at this” he answered looking at me all the time.

That answer was as odd as the rest of things that were happening with him this morning.

“Well, we have this class in common, why wouldn’t I know you’re good at it?” I asked looking at him again.

“Just an observation” there it was again, that smile, the third time I got that smile.

The bell was close to rang when Mr. Porter came into the classroom and I knew he was there for me, I just had to wait to hear my name and see how everyone looked at me.

When he did it I looked at Zach, who was looking at me with something like surprise and concern. I just grabbed my things and followed Mr. Porter to his office.

“I know why you have called me here” I said before he could even start “and I just have to say that everything is ok, I’m fine” I added with my usual tone.

“Your parents don’t think the same, they seem really concern”

“well, they are parents, when you have kids you’re life turns into an endless hole of worries, but I’m fine, I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I know exactly how I feel, can I go now?” the bell rang, great I was going to be late for second period too.

“How do you feel? I’d like to know it so that way I can help you”

“Why do you want to talk about it? To make me feel bad? I’ve said I know how I feel, it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it”

“If you don’t talk about it you won’t be able to solve it”

“This is a waste of time” I said standing and taking my bag. I was in a good mood this morning, but not anymore, thanks to this stupid “try to talk about your feelings”.

“(Y/N) wait” Mr. Porter stood like he was going to follow me, but he didn’t, I walked out of his office without looking behind and I let a big sigh leave my chest.

I started walking to communication class when I heard a certain voice calling me; I turned in his direction with surprise in face again.

“Is everything ok?” Zach asked coming to me.

“Yes, what are you doing here?” I needed to know the answer to that question, because we weren’t friends, we just had a few classes together and now all of the sudden he’s worried about me.

“I just wanted to make sure everything was fine” when I heard how sincere he sounded I felt something I had never felt before, it was like something inside me was completed and I just smiled widely.

“That’s really nice of you” I mumble “Thank you”

We remained silence, I didn’t know what else to say and he looked like he wanted to continue talking, like there was something he wanted to tell me and just when I was about to turn in the opposite direction he talked.

“Would you like to go to Monet’s some time?” he sounded almost nervous. Like if he was exposed to a terrible danger.

I looked at him, confusion all over my face, I was trying to make sense to the fact that he wanted to go out with me, I didn’t want to think he was playing with me, like it was some kind of bet with his friends, that would be really painful.

“Zach… I don’t want you to misunderstand this, but… why?” his expression didn’t change.

“I don’t know, you seem interesting and I’d like to get to know you better” now I was totally amazed.

“Is this some kind of bet you want to win? Because if it is-“

“No!” he said stopping me “no, no bets” I think he realized then why I have my doubts “I promise you it’s nothing like that”

“Then why are you interested suddenly? We’ve been in the same classes since freshman year and we have never had a real conversation, we’re from different worlds and I know you’re nothing like your friends, because if you were I wouldn’t even be talking to you, but when you’re with them… I don’t know, you’re not like this, I guess…”

“I get it, I have a reputation, but give me a chance to prove you that I’m not like that, and you won’t regret it”

“I’ll accept if you tell me the real reason behind this interest”

He stopped for a second, maybe thinking if he wanted to talk about it or not.

“I know you are the one who has left notes in my compliment bag” I opened my mouth to say something, but words didn’t come to me, I was speechless, I didn’t know if I should deny it or tell the truth “You’re not the only one who notice things, you know? I’ve notice how much you enjoy when we are in literature, how you are in your own world when you are bored, how much you like animals” I was blushing by the second “you like bio even though science is not your favourite area and how you laugh even when the jokes aren’t funny at all”

I couldn’t believe how much he noticed me, I always thought no one looked in my direction and that was why I felt so comfortable doing my things.

“How… how do you know the notes were mine?” I whispered, trying to recover myself form the things he had said to me.

“Because I know you’re the only one who knows how much I like bio” he answered giggling “and in your first note you wrote how cute I look when I’m paying attention in bio and that you think I looked happier there than playing basketball”

“That could be anyone…”

“That’s what I thought at first, but you have confirmed my doubts today” he said laughing at my recently shyness “Thank you for the notes by the way”

“Compliments are necessary” I said trying to change the subject.

“Then what do you say, do you want to go to Monet’s some day?” I wasn’t entirely sure about this, I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe this was just a game and I think he knew how insecure I felt “I get you have doubts, I just ask for one chance”

“Ok, I’ll go out with you” I said almost cutting him, if I thought about it more I’ll change my mind and I wouldn’t give him a change to prove he had good intentions.

His expression change suddenly, he smiled brightly and I tried to hide mine but it was impossible, I looked in other direction so he couldn’t see it, but I think my attempt was useless.

“I promise you won’t regret it” he said thrilled “do you want to go to the library? We are already really late to class anyways”

“Sure, and you can help me with something I don’t understand in bio” I said walking by his side to the library.

“Of course”

“He’s real yummy, isn’t he?” Y/F/N let out a dreamy sigh, slumping against the counter as she stared at Harry. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at how enchanted she was by him - But, you had to be honest: Harry Styles was certainly very easy on the eyes. 

“I’ve never heard someone being described as ‘yummy’.” You snorted, folding up a towel before placing it into a cubby hole. 

Working at the local gym had its perks - You got to make fruit smoothies for yourself (for free!), you got an employee discount on whatever products were on sale (that made Christmas shopping a whole lot easier), and, as much as you hated to admit it, being able to stare at a sweaty, shirtless Harry for two hours a day wasn’t that bad. 

The only thing that was worrying you was the fact that you might have had a teensy, tiny crush on Harry.. But so did everyone else. (Y/F/N was always offering him a towel every five minutes.. Even though he already had one.) You couldn’t tell Y/F/N that, though. If she had a crush on him, you had to back off. She had already made it very clear that she liked him - And you didn’t want to risk a strong friendship over some.. guy. But.. Harry wasn’t just any old guy. He was always so polite, sweet, charming, funny.. At one point you thought maybe he liked you back - But he was like that towards everyone! Harry was just a friendly person. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were already in the friendzone. 

“Ugh, I just remembered I had to roll up the yoga mats from this morning’s lesson. I’ll be right back!” 

“Mhm.” You hummed, focusing on folding up the towels before you were suddenly aware of the presence standing in front of the counter. 

“Hey, cutie.” 

You glanced up, your heart immediately racing at the sight of Harry. Your cheeks grew a dusty pink at the pet name, a small smile playing at your lips. 

“Harry.” Your voice cracked slightly as you spoke. Good god, you were nervous. Why were you nervous? “W-What can I help you with?” You cleared your throat, trying to play it off as if you were the most chill person in the entire world. 

“Came over t’ see my favourite towel girl, obviously.” He teased, reaching over and pinching the apple of your cheek playfully. See, this was what you meant when you said he was cheeky to everyone. You couldn’t tell if he was flirting or.. No, no. Someone like him would never in a million years go for someone like you! “Came over for a drink o’ water, too. Gotta stay hydrated.” Harry clicked his tongue, handing you his empty bottle of water. 

“Right, yes. Water. Good for the body. Hydration.” You stammered, your brain seeming to spit out whatever stupid phrases it could come up with. You let out a small breath as your cheeks heated up even more, turning towards the water dispenser. Good god, you were such an awkward person. It really was a curse. If you were as confident as Y/F/N, that would be great. 

“I think you have to push the nozzle down for water to come out, Button.” You hadn’t even noticed Harry standing behind you, placing his hand over yours before he gently pushed down on the dispenser. Was it getting hot in here or was it just you? 

“Well, here you go.” You twisted the lid back onto his bottle, turning to face Harry before you realized you were practically pressed up against him. “I-” 

“Y/N! I thought you were busy folding towels!” You and Harry immediately jumped apart when you heard Y/F/N’s voice, your eyes widening slightly. The sight of you and Harry pressed up against each other probably wasn’t doing it for Y/F/N. 

“I jus’ asked her to fill my bottle up for me. The nozzle got stuck so I helped.” Harry shrugged casually, taking a swig of water before making his way back to the weights. “Thanks again, lovely.” You shot Harry a nervous smile before returning your attention to the towels. That was until you noticed Y/F/N glaring at you. 

“What?” You asked, glancing towards her. 

“Y/N, you know the girl code. I don’t want to be that person, but.. Well, in the nicest way possible, please back off. You know I’ve had my eye on him for the longest time, you can’t just go around pushing yourself on him.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. 

“I wasn’t-” 

“It doesn’t matter. Harry’s off limits.” Y/F/N muttered. She was quiet for a second before speaking up again. “Still love you, though!” She blew you an air kiss before going off to deal with another task. As you watched her walk away, you locked gazes with Harry, your heart fluttering as his left eye dropped in a wink. 

Hm. 

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So I’ve been sitting on this one for a while but thanks to @marveliskindacool and @imagine-that-marvel I’m feeling a lot better about uploading it. @lost-in-my-arms, sorry - I couldn’t follow the request explicitly but I hope the fic is still enjoyable nonetheless. Be brutal with your feedback - though you should know there is a part 2. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: the reader, who’s a new Avenger, has the same powers (and name, and costume, maybe) as Daredevil, being blind and all, knows when someone is lying; is great fighting (everyone) Pietro, since she can pinpoint where he is even when running. Cracks jokes about being blind all the time. This sort of stuff. Maybe something romantic with Bucky, or Pietro?

‘More Than Meets The Eye’

Pietro sighed. The coffee shop was buzzing. Perhaps in a novella such an atmosphere would incite excitement. However, all Pietro wanted to do was sit, rest his feet, and drink his coffee. You’d have thought it would be simple.

Just as he was beginning to think that he might have to take his drink elsewhere, he spotted an empty seat in the corner of the room, near a partially empty table. In such a crowded room, using his speed never ended well so he fought his way to the table patiently. It wouldn’t have bothered him so much if he wasn’t wary of the fact that there would be other patrons searching for a place to sit and this seemed to be the last available space.

Unfortunately, on account of his hopes being so high, they fell all the harder when a well-built gentleman arrived, seemingly out of nowhere, and fell into the chair. The polished wood groaned under the weight, and Pietro groaned under his breath – or so he had thought. The man turned and met his gaze with ferocity.

“You got a problem?” He asked, pulling out his newspaper and unfolding it to make a point. This guy was not going anywhere. Before Pietro could begin to speak, somebody appeared at his side and placed their hand in the crook of his arm.

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Movie Night

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Title: Movie Night

Characters: Castiel x Reader, Dean, and Sam

Word Count: 1,058

Warnings: fluff, comfort

A/N: This was requested by @flufy07! I hope you all enjoy this!! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

Movie night with your brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester, was originally your idea.  It was meant to relax you and your brothers after a hunt.  It wasn’t meant for you to watch one of the scariest movies of your life.  The movie scared you more than your job did.

As the movie ended Sam and Dean were cracking jokes about the whole movie.  You were supposed to be laughing with them, and you would have too, but you were too scared.  When you went to get up from the couch, Dean playfully tapped your arm.

“Oh come on [Y/N],” Dean smirked.  “You aren’t scared of that movie were you?  You’re a Winchester.  There’s more to be afraid of in our line of work.”

“Pssh,” you scoffed.  “That movie was a joke.”  You forced out a yawn, stretching your limbs.  “If anything it almost put me to sleep.”

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A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the end of Summer, is this young man’s birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!

What will the name of this young man be?

<PINE TREE> Try again, smartass <DIPPER PINES>

based off an anon ask I got

Woooo the party is on now!
I am actually far above hundred followers by now, but I thought better now than later!

When I made this blog – and joined the League of Legends-fandom for the very first time – shortly after Rakan’s and Xayah’s release, I honestly couldn’t have known how attached I would become to this muse? Unfortunately around that time I also started to work in my real life, and that for literally half of the day on workdays, so I was not as active as I wanted to be. Most of my activity is on weekends since I’m mostly too tired to work on Rakan; and overall I am so extremely slow to write starters, answer my inbox and whatnot, that I am really grateful that so many people follow me nonetheless! I might not deserve as many in the very end since I’m probably the slowest roleplayer in the entire fandom. Like – seriously, guys, look at my blog. It’s like mostly me rambling about my birp-boy via headcanons and me writing tons of things with my  -personal, yeah seriously, don’t touch her – Xayah ( @violetrebcl ).

I am super happy that there are some people who like how I write and how I interpret Rakan. As I’ve stated so many times before I always try to be as close to canon as possible while giving my muse a soul and an own life. Thank you for giving me the chance to write him like this! All people I’ve spoken to in ooc are like…super friendly, overall? I am actually not used to it that people inside a fandom are so friendly to each other; at least this is how I view it!

So yeah, thank you for checking out and staying here! And helping me to develop my Rakan further!

Now to some people I wanna mention~ (under read more because kinda long.)

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Pairing: Tate Langdon X Reader

Request:  Could you do a Tate imagine were he has a crush on you in high school but you two are complete opposites and he’s really shy around you.

A/N: Okay, so I love me some Tate, but… I’m used to writing the psycho Tate so this one gave me a bit of a challenge, but I finished it! (While at a doctor’s appointment where blood was shed, just to show you my determination and dedication lol) I hope you enjoy! Xx

Part Two

Word Count: 862

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AN: Heyo! It’s been a while, but (as I am sure you are aware) I am SWAMPED with school work. Anyway, this is part Three for Winter and Spring! It’s been forever since I had wrote the other two parts, but due to consistent request for an additional part, I figured I would give it a go. Thank you @paulaamarieee for sending in the request for Part Three that made me cave and write it, as well as @kalika999 for being probably the Winter and Spring’s biggest fan (they’ve been asking for a Part Three forever XD). *I do not own the gif, found on google Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Bucky X Reader, Steve X Bucky

Part Two (with the link to Part One at the top of it): ( XXXX )

((This will most likely be pretty angsty and all that good stuff. If the anon that asked me to do a fluffy one next is out there reading this: I haven’ forgotten you! Fluff will be next babe!))

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“Winter and Spring” (Part Three)

“I…remember.”

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I was not having as big of a panic attack as i thought i was going to so, i don’t like crowds so it was hard for me, yeah it was like my nightmare i was pretty nervous, but after a couple times of doing it i got used to it, and its so funny because after we would yell cut, people were going out there Christmas dancing for everybody, Esther was getting the crowd moving, and i was like hiding behind the curtain being like ‘’oh my gosh please go away.’’

Brittany Snow

First of all, I wanna thank satan for making it possible for me reach this number. This took a while for me to post because I was too lazy and too busy to get around it. I’m nearing 700 now. Second of all, I wanna question why everyone chose to follow such a shit blog like this. Though I am mostly thankful to everyone that did. Thank you for tolerating me on your dashes even though my presence has been scarce and I rarely get to reply back to any of you. Getting to RP someone like Nyx has certainly been a fun and emotional experience for me. He’s given my RPing hobby a second chance on a lease of life. And I wanna thank everyone who’s given me a chance to RP with them too. You are all lovely.

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So I just hit my goal, yay! I’d like to thank all the people who follow me, this is amazing and unbelievable. I never thought I would have this amount of people following me, like ???

First I’d like to thank these three amazing people for always being there for me: 

@smhmichael: Ashleyy!! We’ve been friends for at least 6 months now and I can’t thank God enough for putting you in my way. You’ve always supported me and made me feel better. Also you’re the one I always fangirl with about 5sos and 1d, you’re so funny, Ley. I love you sooooo much. You’re beautiful, don’t forget that.

@soulmateau: Giovanna, you’ve always been so kind and patient with me, even though we’ve had ups and downs you’ve never left me. You tought me soo much of photoshop and I’ll always be thankful. 

@lukeybee: we’ve been friends for like 2 months, I believe, and I already feel like I’ve known you since forever. You’re that friend that I can talk to about anything and never get bored. We laugh mostly about everything lol Thank you for being my friend because without you, Tumblr wouldn’t be the same. I hope one day we get to meet and go to a 5sos concert together, I love you, Trinity.

Anyways, you guys are all so kind and beautiful, I can’t thank you enough for this so here are my mutuals/friends and some people i follow. 

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@michaelclifforfd //  @hoodzer // @antivevo // @asickburnout // @redmikey // @wastethemuke // @1-800-long-dong // @cashtonkinks // @softmalums // @ashfrancisco // @michaelsnapchat // @mikeykink // @polaroidcal // @irweicake // @jetblckhearts // @dimplelashton // @irwinsfletcher // @glownigeyes // @lashtonairplanes // @lashtons // @cliffovans // @clifforo // @michaelcliflord // @absolutemichaeltrash // @mukehug // @darlenes // @japanmikey // @softmgc // @fvesos // @muketastic // @deadasscake // @dsconected // @mukes // @lankylucass // @dropcal // @michealcliffcord // @neptunecal // @softlukes // @baroquecalum // @lhemoans // @labiam //


and special thanks to these amazing blogs for keeping me updated :)


@hotdamn5sos // @lukehemmingsdaily // @irwinsource // @mikeysource // @calumsource //  

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Today on “Would You Rather” with the Borgia siblings

Would you rather: 

a) do a socially acceptable Eskimo-kiss and let the tailor standing awkwardly behind you think you’re not that weird

b) do a passionate, totally non-platonic French kiss and let the tailor continue working on your clothes because #multitasking

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I can’t see the sky from my room. I can’t see the stars that rise only in Goryeo either..”