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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.


Words: 2.052


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”

Imagine meeting Chris at an airport.

A/N: My loves, I may have another series on my hands. (Chapter One: Unexpected Reader) A series involving the first series, which will make much more sense later. I don’t know if this will be a hit or a total miss, but a girl’s gotta try it out. (I feel like us fan fic writers will appreciate this love story.) Anyhoo, enjoy! ❤️

Your fingers absentmindedly thrummed the tabletop as you murmured the last line you just wrote to yourself. “Across the room, Chris watched you intently with a small smile on his lips. He thought of approaching you, but wondered if you were the kind of girl that would appreciate or reject his boldness.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, your finger hovering over the backspace key on your MacBook. It seemed like yet another cliché, and though clichés were what you and your hopeless romantics readers loved- you wanted to expand yourself. You huffed and pressed the delete key, allowing your words to get chewed up by the blinking bar.

“Now what was wrong with that?” You flinched and tensed when you heard an oddly familiar male voice come from over your shoulder; he was so close to you that you would feel the warmth of his minty breath on your cheek. “Clichés are great.” He winced as he pulled back, knowing he’d gotten a little too close. “I mean- there’s a reason they’re overused, right?”

Now usually, you weren’t the kind of person who would snap at a stranger in an airport; you were too worried about the repercussions to do that. Usually, you’d just send a death defying glare their way and let your eyes do the talking; you’d been told you had a very intimidating face, which you no doubt got from your mom. But this was different, this was a stranger reading your writing without permission. You’d always been incredibly protective and defensive when it came to your writing and people peering at your screens- be it laptop, iPad, or iPhone. It was your biggest pet peeve; you hated having people stand behind you while you were on any of those said devices. It wasn’t like you had something to hide, you just didn’t like your privacy being invaded.

“Thanks for the input I didn’t ask for.” You bit as you abruptly closed the screen of your MacBook; you heard him chuckle softly. “Do you want to know what I think?” You quizzed rhetorically as you turned to shoot the nosy stranger your famous glare. “I think you should mind-” You cut yourself off when you saw who it was. “Oh my God,” you breathed, “you’re Chris Evans.”

Yes, Chris Evans. Christopher Robert Evans as in the talented actor and director; Captain America himself; the brown haired, blue eyed, Bostonian angel; the man you could only dream of marrying one day; and the one who accompanied your protagonist in all her life endeavors. Chris Evans was actually in front of you, and talking to you, and breathing the same air as you, and all you’d said to him so far was “thanks for the input I didn’t ask for” as well as “I think you should mind your own damn business.” Even though you didn’t get to finish your latter, it was still not the way you’d imagined your first meeting with your celebrity crush to go.

“Yes I am,” he walked to sit in the chair opposite you, “but don’t let that stop you.”

Chris was trying not to show too much amusement, but he couldn’t help his smile. You were exactly the kind of girl he liked- sassy, but clearly sweeter than honey. He’d seen you earlier, when you were both checking in. You were talking to the little boy in front of you; he was wearing glasses too big for his face, but between you and young Jasper- Chris found you cuter. He then spotted you again in the departure hall, talking to an airport security dog while its officer was searching someone else’s bag. He was about to approach you when the officer took the dog away and you’d walked off, pouting. He thought that was it, that he wouldn’t have the chance to talk to you again- you may have been on the same flight but you were sitting in different classes- but then, he came across you sitting in Starbucks. He spotted you in the window and decided it was time he got to actually meeting you, rather than admiring you from afar. So far, his decision to approach you had been one of his best.

“You think I should mind…” He trailed off, his beautiful blue eyes urging you to continue.

“Your own damn business,” you mumbled sheepishly as you cussed yourself out. It wasn’t until he laughed that you felt a little better, guessed he was as nice as everyone said he was. “I am so sorry. I’m not usually that rude, I just-” you swallowed when you saw his intent gaze on you. “I don’t like it when people look at my screen. I’m very protective of my writing and I don’t-”

“Don’t even worry about it,” he cut you off with one of his typical, heart thumping Chris Evans smile. “I’m not usually that nosy. It’s just that I heard you mumble my name and you were watching your screen so intently that I got curious as to what had your attention. Fan fiction is an interesting thing,” he commented with a soft chuckle.

“Oh God,” you blushed deeply. “It’s not- um- I don’t- you see-” you rambled and he laughed, placing a comforting hand over yours to soothe you. “I’m Y/N and I’m studying to be a screenwriter. I write fan fiction on Tumblr to put my work out there and get real people reviews,” you explained in a frazzled tone. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean any disrespect.”

“Oh, I know. You don’t have to apologize,” he smiled again and your heart fluttered again. “I think writing about someone is the greatest form of flattery. So relax,” he gave your hand a quick pat then pulled away, “I’m very flattered.”

“No you’re not,” you breathed in disbelief.

“Yes I am,” he chuckled. “It’s interesting to see how others see me, even if my fans may be a little biased.” He winked at you with a click of his tongue and you thought you’d swoon right there and then. “It’s nice to know people think I’d make a good boyfriend, and husband, and father. It’s actually very reassuring,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “I was starting to think I was the problem in my failed relationships.”

“You’re not serious,” you laughed and he smiled, appreciating how lovely you and your laughter was. “You’re like the perfect man. There is no way you were the problem in any of your failed relationships,” you said and suffered immediate regret, realizing you’d offended his exes. “Of course- I don’t mean any disrespect to anyone you’ve dated.” He laughed again, noting how cute you were when you panicked. “Jenny’s awesome, I loved her in Parks and Rec-”

“Hey,” he said and you stopped, holding your breath for some reason. “Breathe, Y/N.” He instructed and you did as he said. “I’m not going to bite your head off for speaking your piece. I know you don’t mean any harm with anything you say, so just- calm down, okay?” You nodded and he smiled. “I like hearing what you have to say, it’s very refreshing.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say,” you blushed again. “You know- I’ve only ever been called refreshing in my own stories.” You joked then laughed when he did. “Looks like someone is living up to that level of perfection us fan girls have created.”

“Oh, stop it.” He chuckled and waved his hand, feeling heat rise to his own cheeks. “Fan fic Chris might be perfect, but I don’t think I am.” He joked and you chuckled. “I mean- Fan fic Chris wouldn’t have read over your shoulder like that, he’d buy you a coffee first then politely ask what you were working on.”

“Hey, no one’s stopping you from doing that now.” You heard yourself flirt and you wanted to slap yourself in the face. What were you doing? This was Chris freaking Evans! He’d dated huge names, names that you couldn’t beat even in your best day. You needed to quit while you were ahead, you needed to just ask for a photo then leave him alone. You knew all that, yet the next words left your lips anyway, “I’m all for do-overs.”

“Aren’t I lucky?” He grinned which made you smile. “I’ll be right back then. You’re a…” He pointed at you as he rose to his feet, his tone and facials showed that he was trying to guess your drink so you didn’t offer any help. “Vanilla latte, kinda girl?” He quizzed and you felt your lips part in awe; how he guessed that was beyond both of you.

“Not bad, Mr. Evans.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, doing a small bow. “And call me Chris, ‘cause Mr. Evans is my dad and I’m not that old.” He joked and you nodded, chuckling. “Okay then, I’ll be right back. Oh-” he stopped and turned back, “just to make sure you don’t run off. Hold my phone, will you?”

“You want me to hold your phone for you?” You frowned when he nodded, smiling. “You do realize we just met, right?” He nodded. “And I’m a fan, like- a huge fan?” He nodded again. “Aren’t you worried I’ll go through your photos, or steal Sebastian Stan’s phone number?”

“Not really,” he shook his head. “I mean- I’ve got nothing to hide, and you don’t look like the kind of girl who would do that kind of thing anyway.” You bit back your smile; that was true. “As for stealing Seb’s number, well- I think he’d be lucky to have you in his life.”

“Okay, now that sounds like a line Fan fic Chris would say,” you teased him and he laughed. “Exactly how much fan fic do you read, Chris Evans?” You asked with a smug smirk, which turned into more of a shy smile when he winked. “Do you have a secret Tumblr account to keep track on all the writing we do about you?”

“I’m going to plead the fifth to that question.” He started towards the counter, glancing back at a giggling you as he did. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” You nodded and he smiled as he told you, “I want to hear more about you and your writing.”

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Part 2

{For Her} a Chris Evans imagine

“Just breathe, babe,” Chris said, trying to stay calm. I was trying, but the breaths wouldn’t come. He sat back in the chair, helpless look on his face. I knew he wanted to help, but there wasn’t nothing else for him to do. I had refused any kind of pain management. It was our first baby and I wanted to be present. I’m crazy.

“Okay, time to push,” the doctor said and I turned to look at Chris. He nodded and walked back over to me, grabbing my hand. “Squeeze as tight as you need to,” he said, giving me the best smile he could muster. “Alright,” I heard the doctor say, “1, 2, 3, push,” she told me and I pushed as hard as I could, desperate for it to just be over. “Doing great, babe,” Chris encouraged, giving me a kiss on the cheek. After a few more pushes, I heard it. Her cries filled the room and the tears poured as I looked at Chris, smiling and tears running down his cheeks.

“You did it,” he told me, leaning over to kiss me. He watched the nurses make sure our daughter was fine and moved to cut the cord. Exhaustion washed over me as I laid my head back and closed my eyes, knowing she was in good hands.

I woke up later to see him curled up in the chair, the tiny bundle in his arms. He was leaning in close to her, whispering. I couldn’t help but cry again as I watched him talking to her. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “just like mommy,” he finished, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. He noticed me sitting up to watch him and he smiled. He stood up carefully and walked toward me, sitting close to me on the bed. He kissed me and handed her to me. “Thank you,” he told me quietly and I looked up at him. “For what?,” I asked and he smiled. “For her.”

I’ll go with you

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part III)

Part I Part II

A/N: I hope you like it! I really like writing about Zach, he’s so sweet :)

Warnings: English is not my first language.

Words: 2.162



We were just one week apart from saying goodbye to the life we knew, goodbye to the high school life and hello to the college life. I couldn’t wait to start the rest of my life and even better, I couldn’t wait to start it with Zach by my side.

We got in the same college, which was the most amazing thing ever, I still couldn’t believe it, I know I’m still young, but I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my days with Zach and I was hoping he felt the same way about me because I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it.

We had all planned, we would leave in a week to take a little holiday just the two of us and after that we would set in college, where he was going to study to be a marine biologist and I was going to study to be a veterinarian.

As you could imagine there was a party to celebrate the end of high school, all the grades were invited even though only the seniors were leaving. The party was in a house whose owner I didn’t know but it looked like they had money.

I wasn’t there because I really wanted but because Zach made me come, as always. He promised he woulnd’t drink a single drop of alcohol and I didn’t want to ruin his last high school party, but he stay firm and didn’t drink anything.

He was with his friends and I was with mine, Clay, Hannah and Tony, talking about anything and everything.

When I saw Zach getting up al walking in my direction I stopped paying attention to what my friends were saying and I watched him with a big smile on my face.

“Hey babe” he said lowering and kissing my forehead “I’m going to pick up my sister from a friend’s house. She called me saying she doesn’t feel well and she wants to go back home, will you be fine while I come back?”

“Oh, I’ll go with you” I said getting on my feet before he could say anything “I’ll see you later guys” I added saying goodbye to my friends and grabbing the hand Zach was offering to me.

We talked about the plans we had for our little trip when my phone went off and I saw the caller was my mother.

I answered, but it wasn’t my mother on the other side, it was my father, which was odd because he could have just called with his phone and when I heard his voice I knew something was wrong.

“What is it dad?” I heard sobs on the other side of the phone “Is mom alright?”

“Yes honey, your mom is fine… this call is about fluff…”as I listened what my father was telling me my eyes started opening more and more, I got a lump on my throat and I put my free hand on my mouth trying to contain how much I wanted to cry right now.

I didn’t answer to my dad’s words; I just put my phone away from my ear. I was completely shocked.

“Hey (Y/n) what’s wrong?” Zach asked clearly concerned.

I looked at Zach with tears in my eyes and trying to find the words to say that my best friend for more than ten years has just died, but when I looked at him and saw he was staring at me and he hadn’t seen the car coming in our direction I just screamed his name to make him look to the road again, but it was too late.

Zach did a hard turn trying to avoid the car. Everything was in slow motion, like if it wasn’t really happening, but it was real and when the other car crashed with us I came back to reality.

It took me a few seconds to react and be aware of what had happened, my body hurt like hell, specially my arm, but that didn’t matter right now, I looked at Zach to see if he was fine and when I saw him my heart just broke even more.

Thanks to the hard turn Zach did I was fine, as far I could tell, because the other car crashed in Zach’s side and not mine.

I called him desperately, waiting for him to open his eyes at any moment. He was bleeding in different spots of his arm, head and face, but still he reacted to my voice.

I reached for my phone quickly and I called emergencies, trying to stay calm. They told me I had to keep him awake while the help arrived and that I had to remind on the phone in case something happens.

“Hey Zach look at me” I said taking my seatbelt off to get closer to him. He had his eyes closed and it didn’t look like he could move his body “You’re going to be fine, do you hear me?” even though I wanted to sound optimistic I couldn’t help the tears falling from my eyes, seeing him like this was tearing me apart, I couldn’t face the idea of losing him “You’re going to get out of this and we’re going to leave for college together” I saw his lips bending in a little smile and it seems like he wanted to say something but I stopped him “shhh, don’t talk, save your energy to stay awake” I wanted to caress his face so he could feel my touch, but I couldn’t see properly how bad his injures were and I didn’t want to make it worse so I grad his right hand, which was perfectly fine.

When I heard the ambulance I sighed heavily, I had to think that everything was going to be just fine.

“I…” even though I told him not to talk he didn’t listen to me “I lo-love…you” he said trying to give my hand a squeeze.

“And I love you, with all my heart Zach, that’s why you can’t close your eyes” I hated thinking that those could be his lasts words.

The ambulances finally arrived and the paramedics took care of taking Zach and the other person out of the cars. I could get out by myself, but when I stand outside I felt everything spinning around me and the next thing I remember is seeing all black.

I was hearing voices and beeps around me and when I opened my eyes I saw I was in an ambulance, next to two paramedics that were looking the machines attached to me.

“Where is Zach?” was the first thing that left my lips. When I didn’t get an answer I tried to sit straight on the stretcher and then one of the paramedics made me lay again.

“He’s in other ambulance, in his way to the hospital”

“Is he going to be ok?”

“I can’t answer that; I didn’t take care of him”

I tried to relax, but it was impossible and when I look at my body trying to find some injure I just saw my right arm with a bandage, but I wasn’t feeling any pain maybe because they had gave me some kind of painkiller.

Once we were at the hospital they ran a lot of tests on me and as much as I asked for Zach no one told me anything and I didn’t know if that was good or bad news.

Suddenly the curtains that were around me moved and I saw my parents, obviously worried.

My mom came to hug me and I hugged her back, hiding my face in the crock of his neck and trying not to cry, I didn’t know where I should start talking.

“How has it happened?” I asked without letting my mom let go of me. I was referring to what my father told me over the phone before the accident.

“We can talk about that later, don’t think about that now” my mom said putting her hands on my cheeks and kissing my forehead.

“Do you know anything about Zach?” I looked at my father because I knew how to read his expression so that way I’d know if they were telling me the truth “I’ve been asking the nurses, but no one tells me anything”

A doctor appeared and my parents couldn’t answer my question. He told us I was free to go, that I was perfect expect for the cut on my arm, which was pretty deep, but it wouldn’t be a problem.

While he kept talking to my parents I excused myself and got out of there, ready to find answers. Just when I was going to ask for Zach to the girl in the reception I saw Zach’s mom at the end of the hallway and I ran in her direction.

“Mrs. Dempsey” I said breathless. She turned in my direction and a bug smile appeared on her face, which made me think everything was ok “Where is Zach? Is he ok?”

“He’s in there” she answered pointing at the close door next to her “and he’s going to be fine, you don’t have to worry” as soon as she finished that sentence she evolved me with her arms, hugging me, which made me feel confused “he’s alive thanks to you, if you hadn’t been there to call emergencies…” she couldn’t finish the sentence and I didn’t want her to “are you ok?” she asked letting me go and examining me, looking for something different.

“Yes, I just have a cut in my arm. Can I… it is possible to see him?” I asked anxious to see him again.

The door opened and a nurse got out, leaving the door half-open.

“He’s all yours” Zach’s mom told motioning me to the door.

Without a second thought I got into the room and there he was, peacefully laid on the bed, this time with his face clean of blood.

“Zach” I called him softly, standing by his bed and grabbing his hand. He turned his head in my direction and his eyes opened slowly, I could see the cuts on his face clearly now “Hey” I added happy to see him and kissing his hand “How do you feel?”

“Like if the basketball and baseball teams had passed over me” he joked with a weak tone on his voice “are you ok?”

“Yes, thanks to you” I replied letting a few tears roll down my cheeks “You should rest, I’ll be here when you wake up” he closed his eyes when he heard my words and with my free hand I started rubbing his hair.

I ended up falling asleep there, I had told my parents where I was, I didn’t want to scare them more.

When I opened my eyes again I found Zach looking at me, this time more recovered than the last time I talked with him.

“Good morning” he said with a smile on his face.

I lifted my head from the bed, adjusting my eyes to the light, I was a little confused, but I remembered what had happened the night before.

“Is it morning already?” I asked turning to the window to see that it was a new day indeed “Have you slept good?” I said turning to Zach again.

“I can’t complain” he answered “I won’t ask how you slept because I can imagine the answer to that. You should had gone home to rest”

“I’m not leaving you here”

“As much as I like hearing that you’ll have to leave at some point, I don’t think they’re letting me go soon” he put his hand on my cheek and caressed my skin with his thumb.

“I can’t go home…” I whisper.


“Last night… when my dad called me before the accident..” I had to stop to clear my throat to send the urge to cry away, I hadn’t think about it too much and I hadn’t say it out loud yet “He told me fluff had died” I felt my eyes burn, I wanted to cry so badly.

“Come here” he said pulling from my hand in his direction.

I laid next to him, he embraced my body with his arms and hugged me tight to his warm body not caring about how much his wounds could hurt.

“And then I thought I was going to lose you too” I couldn’t hide it anymore and I started crying.

“Don’t think about that ok? I’m here and I’m not going anywhere” he replied kissing my head.

We stayed there until a nurse came in and I had to leave the room.

In the end we hadn’t our vacations before college, Zach needed time to recover and I needed time to stop feeling like crap after what happened that night and the loss of my dog, but when the time came we left for college without looking behind.

Imagine Chris being worried about you.

A/N: Part 2, yay! Not much to say here, just building things up for y'all. 😏 You can read the previous parts here - (Mini Series - Masterlist; Mini Series Spin-off - ‘Unexpected Reader - Masterlist’; ‘Chapter 2 - Little Ways Away: Part 1’) Enjoy. X

“Bet you thought I was going to answer the phone. Well, I’m not because I’m busy so-”

Chris hung up before your voicemail could finish talking, sighing because it was the seventh time he’d gotten your voicemail in three days. He was starting to get worried because he hadn’t spoken with you since Sunday, which was when he’d questioned if you were really okay and you’d lied to his face. The two of you agreed to have a proper conversation after that one, but it was yet to happen. Every time he called, you’d watch it ring and let it go to voicemail then text him back with an excuse as to why you couldn’t answer: “I’m in class.”, “I’m on my way to work.”, “I’m in the library.”, “Dodger and I are going for a walk.”, “Ava and I are on our way to a movie.”, “I have to call my mom.”, “I’m going grocery shopping.” Out of the seven times, you’d only told the truth twice about why you had to miss his call.

Now Chris didn’t know if he was really that unlucky and you were really that busy, or if you were avoiding him so you wouldn’t have to deal. You knew him, as well as he knew you, so you got what he meant when he said “I’ll call you tomorrow and have an actual conversation, okay?” The last thing you needed was a worried boyfriend- something Chris would’ve become if he’d confronted you and you’d broke down crying- so you decided it was better if you avoided him for a while. In your mind, it was a good idea because yes, he’d be worried, but he’d be less worried than if he knew the truth about your struggles. You knew he had enough on his plate with a project as big as Infinity War and that he didn’t need you to be on it too.

In your mind, you were being a thoughtful girlfriend; in Chris’, however, you weren’t. And though Ava knew how things would end if you didn’t reconsider your bad idea, she said nothing because since she spilled the beans to Chris- you’d politely asked her to stay out of your relationship. She agreed, of course, because as your best friend she’d always respect your decision- even if it was “a fucking stupid one.” That comment was unsaid because she knew you didn’t need a fight with her when a fight with Chris was obviously on its way. All of this, everything that was happening right now was the calm before the storm. Eventually Chris would get ahold of you and everything you thought you could avoid would come crashing down onto you.

“Bet you thought I was going to-”

“God dammit, Y/N,” Chris cussed as he slammed his phone onto the table; Sebastian looked up with a raised brow. “Sorry,” Chris muttered, rubbing his forehead. “I just-” he huffed, “I’m trying to get ahold of Y/N and she won’t pick up and I’m kind of freaking out. She’s clearly going through something, but she won’t talk to me about it. And I don’t- What the fuck is going through her mind?” Sebastian pursed his lips at Chris’ obvious frustration. “Does she think this is a good idea- to just avoid my calls like my worries are just going to disappear?”

“I think it’s a good idea to breathe, maybe?” Sebastian suggested and Chris took a slow, deep breath. “Okay, now that you have some oxygen in your lungs,” Sebastian teased then chuckled when Chris shot him a weary look. “Just relax, man. I’m sure everything’s fine and you’re just overreacting.”

“I am not overreacting, she-”

“That sounds like something someone who’s overreacting would say,” Sebastian cut him off with pursed lips and Chris rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Chris,” Sebastian chuckled. “She’s a university student, what do you expect? Do you remember your university experience? 'Cause I do. Things get busy and chaotic and overwhelming, but it’s nothing that we couldn’t handle. So stop worrying so much, Y/N is a capable girl. If she’s not telling you things, maybe it’s because she can handle it.” Chris huffed and Sebastian sighed, “I know you feel like you have to protect her 'cause she’s younger than you, but maybe you’re being a little overbearing?”

Chris had nothing to say because Sebastian made some pretty solid points. Like you, he had a best friend to knock some sense into him, buff tense situations, and talk him out of some dumb decisions. Perhaps Sebastian was right, perhaps he was being a little overbearing. But he couldn’t help it, you were important to him and he knew you weren’t the kind of person who talked about things unless he pressed. That was one of the differences he’d found between you and your second person protagonist, you were more concern with how he saw you which meant you’d lie to him if you had to. He realized that the two of you really needed to discuss that before it became a bigger problem than it already was, and he knew it would because honesty and communication were two of the most important factors in a successful relationship. Clearly those were the areas the two of you lacked in considering everything that’d happened between the two of you.

“I’m sure she’ll talk to you when she’s ready,” Sebastian consoled. “Until then- I don’t think you should push her. I don’t know her as well as you, but I feel like she’s one of those girls who- y'know, the-more-you-push-the-further-she’ll-run? She seems like the type, and it’s not a bad type- it’s just tricky.” Chris sighed and nodded in agreement. “But she obviously cares about you, so don’t give up on her. After all, you don’t know what her reasons are. Maybe she doesn’t want you to worry and that’s why she’s not telling you anything.”

“I’m not going to give up on her.” Chris wasn’t sure about a lot, but he was sure about that. “She’s a puzzle, that one, but she’s one of those puzzles that when you figure it out and finish it-” he smiled when he thought about you, “it’s going to be beautiful and incredibly satisfying.” Sebastian found himself smiling at Chris’ smile; he was very happy for him friend, that was for sure. “And I know for a fact that she’s not telling me anything because she doesn’t want me to worry, that’s exactly the kind of person she is. But,” he sighed with a small smile, “that’s one of the many reason I love her. What?” Chris chuckled when he heard Sebastian chuckle.

“Nothing,” Sebastian shook his head. “I’m just- Y/N is the first girlfriend you’ve spoken so openly about.” Chris narrowed his eyes, but his smile remained on his lips because his friend was right. “You’ve never talked about any of your other girlfriends before- well, not when the relationship was still so new. But with Y/N? I mean- you keep photos of her in your trailer, you introduce us over FaceTime, you talk about her all the time and it is- This is a new side to you that we all love,” Sebastian admitted and Chris’ smile widened.

“Yeah, well-” Chris’ smile reached his eyes when he thought about the future he was planning to have with you. “She’s different.” Sebastian nodded, because obviously you were. “I know I can spend the rest of my life with her, and I want to. I really, really want to,” he admitted with a soft chuckle and Sebastian smiled. “I um- I just want her to live her life first, before she settles down with me. I don’t want her to miss out on anything, y'know?”

“That’s sweet,” Sebastian nodded. “I like her with you, I think we all do. She’s…” He trailed off, trying to find the right word then settled on what Chris used earlier, “different. But it’s the kind of different you want to welcome into your life.” Chris nodded in agreement. “I don’t know, I think you knocked it out of the park with Y/N. I haven’t met her in real life, but- I’m fairly confident about what I just said.”

“Me too,” Chris nodded with a smile.

“So try and remember what I said earlier, so you don’t do anything dumb to lose her,” Sebastian reminded him and they both chuckled. “'Cause man, Chris, you’d be a world class idiot to lose a girl as amazing as Y/N, who’s obviously perfect for you.”

“Believe me, I know,” Chris chuckled as his mind flitted back to the conversations he’d had with Ava, your mom and dad, your older brother, his mom, Scott, Carly, Shanna- literally his whole family, Kevin, Scarlett, Robert, both Chrises- basically everyone and anyone he’d spoken to about you. He didn’t need more people to tell him what he already knew; you were special and he wasn’t going to let you go. “You’re not the first person to tell me that.”

“Yet I’m sure I won’t be the last.”

“Yeah, me too,” Chris chuckled.

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Part 3

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Hi everyone! Recently I saw a post by @lilyevians about how there should be a penpal network of some kind, and I’ve taken it upon myself to try to put one together. This is my first attempt at a network, so please be patient and bear with me!

thepenpalnet is a safe space to share anything and everything you want. You can tag your posts #thepenpalnet and your post will be reblogged onto the network page!
   You’ll be assigned a “penpal,” whom you can tag in your edits, poetry, etc, and who will tag you in theirs. Your penpal is also an internet friend to chat with whenever. (I know making friends on the internet can be nerve-wracking or awkward sometimes, and this gives you an excuse to make a new friend.)
    (Also, I might create a discord/groupme chat eventually!)

Here’s what you have to do:

- mbf the network ( @thepenpalnet ) and me, the admin ( @whizardwheezes )
- track the tag #thepenpalnet
- reblog this post (likes don’t count, sorry)
- fill out the form at this post: (please answer all the questions; the more you answer, the better I can pair you with a suitable penpal!)
- send the network ✨ with the url you entered with
- be patient! Results will come, and most people will be accepted to the network :)
- this post must get at least 29 reblogs so that I have enough people to pair up!

Entries will close on April 30th! (I might reopen them again after that)

Thanks so much, and I hope you join us!

-So first off I guess… HI! to all of my new followers. WOW. There are a lot of you, and to get that many from one post actually makes me sort of nervous.  But I’ll try to do my best!  For normal updates I usually have an art post at 7:00 pm Central Time, Monday to Friday, with ask answers happening kind of randomly.  And if anyone is interested, my commission information is here.  

-I… also have a lot more asks than I’m used to getting? ; ^ ; !  And I am going to answer them all, some privately and some publicly, but if it takes a while for me to get to yours, I’m sorry!  And if I hold onto an older ask for a while, it might be because I want to draw something silly for it.

Adding more pride bees later today, probably going to add some text to the post as well.

Imagine meeting Peter for the first time at the grocery store because you smelled so good & he just leans over to sniff your hair real quick “Can I help you?” “Nope, just trying to look at the cereal but you’re pretty face is in the way” “Is that so? Well maybe if I give you my number, you can call me & my pretty face & I will get in your way again” “…marry me” “Dinner first, then we can talk marriage” “My kind of wife”

AND RIGHT BEFORE LEAVING YOU SNIFF HIM AND GO “You smell good too” with a wink at the end and he pretty much dies


A/n: This is my first post on here so I’d really appreciate any feedback and also any requests you might have for more. I want to do more romantic and just generally nicer things than this but I thought it was a good was to start.


I wrote this thinking the reader and Daryl are together but if you prefer not to it can be read either way.


Your body is shaking. Fear. Fear is the only thing you are feeling. Fear from uncertainty. Fear for your family. Fear for yourself. The bitter cold of the night surrounds you, but you’re too afraid to notice.

You’d heard every single word that he had said, but not one had set in. Not one brought you out of your fearful trance until he began his twisted rhyme.

“Eenie, meenie-”

You look left. You needed to see the faces of your group. You hoped, prayed that someone was ready to wake up from a sick dream. But they all just look so afraid. You’d been through so much together, seen them scared so many times, but it was never like this. It never should be.

“-miney, moe”

You feel sick. Your insides ache, your eyes sting. Each word is like a knife being stabbed into your chest, and every step he takes twists them, driving them deeper and deeper. Another tear stains your cheek.

“Catch a tiger”

You look right, meeting Daryl’s eyes for a moment. He isn’t trying to hide his fear like usual, no one is. You then look over Rosita and Glenn to your brother. He’s your rock. He always has been. He’s protected you no stop since your birth, but now you’re both powerless. You’ve never seen him cry. Until now.

“By his toe,”

The bat is waved in front of your face, clear as day. It was there for mere seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. You were too afraid to look at him, Negan. Afraid that if you do, you’ll be chosen to die.

Time feels as though it isn’t passing, but you’re trying to scrape back every moment, trying to stop it completely and escape this nightmare. Part of you sees a blur, part of you sees every detail. You can’t always distingusish what was Negan is saying but you can hear the noise. It’s ear splitting. A single drop of blood flies infront of your face, almost in slow motion. You can see the reflection of the headlights shining off it as it glides, and falls the the ground.
You try to block it out. You want to. You can’t.

You watch as Negan walks to Rosita, the bloody bat being shoved in her face. Still, you can’t hear the words, your mind can’t catch up to reality, but know whats coming. You can feel it in the pit of your stomach.
Daryl jumps up and swings at Negan, quickly being dragged back down. Anyone would have thought it impossible, yourself included, but you are more afraid now. There was only one thought dancing around your mind and it was the last thing you ever wanted to happen.

He’s going to die.

You start breathing heavily.

“That, ooh my, that is a no no. The whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here.”

Dwight moves in with Daryls crossbow, pointing it at him. You let out a wimper that is so small but unstoppable.

“You want me to do it?”

Your head, your body, your heart is screaming. Screaming in pain and agony.

“No, no you don’t kill that, not until you try a little.”

They hoist Daryl back into line. You can feel a black hole was ripping you apart from the inside.

He’s going to die. He’s going to die.

“Anyway.. that’s not how it works. Now I already told you people, first one’s free. Then what I say, I say I will shut that shit down! No exceptions. Now I don’t know what kind of lying assholes you been dealing with, but I’m a man of my word. First impressions are important. I need you.. to know me.”

Your heart clenches. You know that Daryl is going to be killed but you can’t prepare yourself. You can’t look away. You can’t cry out. Negan looks directly at you, his teeth showing as a smirk plays on his face.

“So.. back to it”

In an instant the bat crashes down onto your brothers head. The cracking of the skull echoes. Blood begins to trickle down his face, coating his skin in a crimson river. Once, twice the bat comes down. You hear cries but you don’t know if they’re yours or someone elses. You desperately try to peel your eyes away but they’re locked onto him as he struggles to look at you in agony. His face is unrecognisable.

“Buddy, you still there? I just don’t know. It seems you’re trying to speak but you just took a hell of a hit. I just popped your skull so hard your eyeball just popped out. And it is gross as shit.”

You cry out as Negan prolongs your brother’s death, making it so much more painful.

He stutters out your name, blood oozing from him mouth. You cry harded. Negan walks closer to you.

“Oh, aw hell. I can see this is hard on you guys. I am sorry, I truly am, but I did say.. no exceptions.”

Again he swings, hitting and beating your brother relentlessly. One after another. Everyone’s in pain, physical and emotional, watching yet another member of their family being violently murdered, stripped of any dignity as strangers watch without so much as blinking an eye. You were sure now it was your cries as you choke on them. You can feel vomit rising in your stomach, and you gag but nothing comes up.

“You bunch'a pussies. Im just getting started. Lucille is thirsty.. she is a vampire bat.”

Negan walks over to Rick, who is frozen, staring at the pulp of your brothers head.
“What, was the joke that bad?”

Merry Christmas! Thanks to@l8nitl0vr for the request. I’m hoping that this is what you were looking for. It’s less ‘little fluffy things’ more ‘grand sweeping gestures’. Let me know what you think. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: Reader is a little heartbroken about a failed relationship and when Thor notices he does all kinds of fluffy things to try and make her feel better? >///

“The Man in Red”

Thor wasn’t a studious man. He believed in learning by doing things and consequently making mistakes (of which he had made a few in his time). However, at this time of year, he’d made an exception.

The Avengers’ first Christmas together reminded them that one particular member of their team was not as well-versed in Earth traditions as the others. Even Steve felt like a font of knowledge when describing Halloween. So when December rolled around, everybody chipped in to give him all the information they could about the festive season.

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Well hello!
So I posted a trial of this new story I was trying to work out and I thought it did okay, and I FINALLY gave this poor story a person to be attached to.
So I’m going to start a new series(well my first series of any kind) and it’s going to be called:mornings with.
And this one, the first of the first, is mornings with Thor.
I hope you enjoy it because this is my first time ever doing this character and I don’t know AT ALL how I did.
If you enjoyed it, please feel free to send me a request in the inbox!

Pairing:Thor x reader
Word count: 200-300
Author: Me

Grey skies towered over the busy streets of New York. 
Tall skyscrapers didn’t even manage to tear a hole into the sickly colored clouds. 
Loud engines roared, along with the angry shouts of drunken men and busy lawyers. 
Sighing you wrapped the soft, billowy blankets closer to you. 
The white sheets and the scent of freshly washed hair lulled and soothed you slowly but surely back to sleep
Large arms wrapped you in an embrace closing you into a protective hold,bringing you out of your light slumber.

You sighed in content, turning around to see him.

The one person who had made your heart soar to the point you thought you would cough it onto the snow colored sheets, staining them a ruby.
His eyes were the color of the sea, with one look you thought the universe was caged in them.His long hair was the color for wheat when at its peak of growth, he was a god after all, he was meant to look this gorgeous.
“Good morning,my love” his voice, although thunderous and mighty, was now just a mere fraction of so. A lazy smile stretching across his face as his baby blues bore into yours,holding so much love.
“Morning Thor” you mumbled, nudging your head further into his embrace.
Chuckling he lightly kisses your forehead, rubbing your back “I suggest we get up soon or brother tony will wonder if I’ve kidnapped you” he said in a childish tone.
“I guess you’re right” you sighed out in agreement lightly kissing his rough lips.
“But not that I’d mind being kidnapped by you” smiling you stretch yourself out in a catlike manner, drinking in the outside world and finally sit up.
Rubbing his bare chest and marvel at how warm he is, you crawl over the mammoth of a man.
“As you said Thor” you said in a childish tone “we have to get up”



Pairing: Ramsay/Reader
Based on this prompt from Anon.

A/N: Angst. Sounds of Torture.

As the water steamed around you, you were lost in your thoughts. Your maidservant, Lona, was busy scrubbing at your arms, and when the sound of your husband’s latest treasure began to scream, the sponge fell into the water.

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So,this is some kind of little event!

They’re from my fandoms : Zosan,GideonMitchell,Bagginshield and Stony.But I just put them in random mode!
Use you screen capture on this pic and then reblog to show me which pairing you got! I’ll draw it for you,but,ONLY 10 PEOPLE who post it first!!

If you wanna get the right pairing you have to try hard!Have fun guys!

BODY ELECTRIC II // masterlist

A/N: After the many (I think like 18??) people that requested I make a part two, I thought I’d do it and here it is! Thank you all so much for enjoying part one and we shall see if there will be more in the near future (pls let me know if you do want more)! A ‘new’ character is introduced in this chapter along with a planet :) Thanks for reading, enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 3.4K+

It had felt like any other day, arriving on the rather distant planet and making your way over to the room you claimed as your own for your stay. Although you had been training already for a few months, the excitement that coursed through your veins still felt fresh. The thought that you’d be training with fellow Force users, wielding your brand new lightsaber–as you had just assembled it not too long ago–amongst being the padawan of no other than Luke Skywalker…you could say the anticipation was reasonable.

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AN: I opted for the Tony X Reader as opposed to the Clint X Reader purely because I tend to like him a little more than Clint (NO OFFENSE CLINT BABY) Thank you for the request anon, I hope you like it! *I do not own the gif, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors!

Pairing: Tony X Reader

Request: Would you mind doing some Tony x reader or Clint x reader? Also, I love your blog!💕 keep up the good work!😚

Prompt (that I made up due to the open request): The reader is sick and can’t get out of the bed, and currently Tony is the only one in the tower other than them.

((^^^It’s the first day of summer *YAY* but, I am sick out of my mind… I can’t get out of bed, I can’t breath through my nose and my throat feels like I swallowed knifes or something, and my dad keeps bringing me hot tea because I can’t even make it myself (He is so sweet omg). Hell of a first day of summer, am I right? SO, I got this idea for a prompt because I wish that Tony Stark was here to take care of me! *cries*))

Warning: Mild swearing and some snot. You have been warned.


“Nurse Tony”


You groaned as you went to pull yet another tissue from the box, only to find that there were no more left. For a second you just sat there, weighing whether it was actually worth it to get up and get anther box or not to move at all. But, by the third time you sneezed and your nose was completely filled again, you decided that you had to make the long journey to the other side of the tower to restock.

You wrapped yourself in the fuzziest blanket that you could find (which was so long that it dragged along the floor behind you like a tail or something) and slowly made your way out of the room and down to the elevator. Using the blanket to cover your germy finger, you pressed the proper button for the floor with the supply room.

You passed by Tony’s lab on the way to the storage room, and you were shocked to see him working behind a screen. You had thought that everyone had gone on the mission and that you were the only one in the tower.

He heard you walking and leaned over to the side to see who it was. “Y/N?”

You stopped walking and turned to face him, wrapping your blanket over your shoulders tightly and over your mouth as you muffled a nasty cough. It hurt your throat too much to speak, so you just grunted in response to him.

Wow. ..” He said as he got up from his seat and began to walk to over to you. “You look like you just rose from the grave! You look like shit.” ((That’s how I feel rn))

“Thanks.” You squeaked out between coughs and sneezes. “Why aren’t you on the mission with everyone else?”

He pointed over his shoulder, gesturing to a table with all sorts of bits and pieces of his suit covering it. “The suit isn’t functioning correctly, I had to repair it. The mission wasn’t that big of a deal so they just went ahead without me.”

You nodded. “Is it better now?”

“It’s better than you at least.” He said as he pressed the back of his hand to your forehead. “Y/N, you are really warm.”

Your cheeks blazed a bright shade of red, and it wasn’t just because of your illness.

You felt your nose begin to drip (ew!) and you began to walk down to the storage room with Tony hot on you tail.

He saw what you were after and snatched the box right off the shelve, ripped them open, and handed you a tissue. You quickly pressed it to your nose and blew.

“Let’s get you upstairs and on the couch, okay?” He said, and you could have sworn that you heard some concern in his voice. Tony Stark was concerned about you, your cold must be messing with your mind!

He wrapped one arm firmly around your shoulders to steady your woozy frame, then guided you to the elevator.

“FRIDAY, please save and shut down all my progress on my computers and the suit.” He said as the two of you passed by his still up-and-running lab. “And, also turn the stove top on and boil some tea water too.”

“Oh, Tony you don’t have to help me out or anything, you were busy–”

“It’s fine.” He said with a cocky grin. “And anyway, don’t feel too bad. I’ll just take this as a ‘I owe you’ sort of situation.”

“Oh.” You said with a roll of your eyes. “So you are getting something out of helping me?”

He tapped your shoulder lightly as he helped you get comfy on the couch. “Of course!”

He went over to the kitchen down the hall, then came back with a large mug full of steaming hot tea. You took it gratefully in your hands and took a sip, the sensation of the hot liquid going down your throat made you feel ten times better.

Tony pulled up a chair next to the couch and cued up some sort of documentary about robots. You couldn’t care less about robots, but honestly you didn’t care about what you were watching. You were sleepy and drowsy, and you saw that Tony liked it so you agreed.

Every once and a while Tony would run downstairs and grab a new box of tissues, refill your tea mug, grab you more pills, or whatever else you needed. Though he seemed to be very selfish at first, you could tell that he really did want you to get better, and that made your heart flutter.


The team got back later that night. Most of them were tired and ready to go to bed, the mission turned out to be longer than they expected.

“I wonder if Stark even left his lab long enough to see that Y/N was still here.” Steve said.

Natasha snorted. “I doubt it, and if he did he would probably lock her in some room so that she didn’t get him sick.”

The rest of the team nodded in agreement as they made their way to the common room. What they found was absolutely shocking:

Tony was laying behind Y/N on the couch together with his arms wrapped around her from the back. Y/N was out completely, even letting out a light snore, whereas Tony was staring at the TV screen with his head resting on the arm of the couch.

About ten tissue boxes were thrown everywhere along with an empty bottle of couch medicine, three mugs of tea, and four blankets thrown across the couple.

Wanda smirked and lightly punched her twin on the shoulder. “I told you this would happen.”

Pietro groaned and slapped twenty dollars in her hand. “Yeah, yeah, you win the bet.”

The rest of the team laughed, then Tony’s eyes snapped up at them from the screen.

“Would you all shut up? It took her forever to fall asleep.” He hissed in a whisper, pulling the blankets farther up her shoulder as she stirred in her sleep.

Bruce smiled at Tony then began to usher everyone out of the room. As the herd went down the hall, he heard Clint call to him in a mocking voice. "Sorry, Nurse Tony!“

"Why you–” Tony began, but only to be cut off by his own sneeze. “Fuck.”

((Sorry it was short! But, I should be in bed all day so I will probably post more, so yay! Send me some kind thoughts as I try to get better! And tell me what you thought of my first Tony imagine!))

New Crushes- Liam Dunbar

Requested by @engimatic: hiii i wanted to ask if you could do an imagine using 4,30,32 and 34 with liam dunbar ?? x

Sentences: 4. Wait a minute. Are you jealous?, 30. I wish I could hate you, 32. You fainted … straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes., 34. Have I entered an alternate universe, or did you really just crack a smile for me?

Season: 4

Warnings: nah


Your POV

You’ve never had a boyfriend in your life, ever. It’s hard to say that when your in your freshman year. You didn’t want to date in middle school only because middle school relationships didn’t last and were kind of stupid.

The second semester has rolled in and you were ready. You have been training all Christmas break and the first semester to try out for the lacrosse team. Your father used to play for Beacon Hills and taught you how go play.

You’re best friends, Scott and Stiles, always saw you as their little sister. You knew about the supernatural and everything that has been happening the last few years. You only hoped this year would be a normal year.

You were the only girl in the girls locker room changing. You were wearing a white, Adidas shirt with black Nike shorts as well had shoes. You were using your fathers lacrosse stick. He was number 06, and that was your lucky number ask well.

You walk outside with complete confidence to show the boys you weren’t afraid. You heard whistling ahead of you from the field. You look up to the boy who possibly whistled. He looked new the the school. You were walking towards him since he was near the goalie. You wanted to get some practice in before try-outs.

“You new here, pretty boy?” you asked.

“It’s Liam, not pretty boy, and yes, I am new here. How could you tell?” he asked with a smirk.

“I’ve never seen you face in my entire life. When you live in Beacon Hills, you know everyone, pretty boy,” you say.

“What’s your name?” he smiles.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” you hear someone call your name? It was Stiles.

“What loser?” you tease.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you were trying out, huh?” he asked.

He lightly punches your shoulder. “Yes, I am! You saw me training at my house! I’m ready,” you say crossing your arms.

He starts walking backwards and says, “Okay, okay! Don’t hurt yourself though,” he smiles and runs to Scott.

You then back to Liam who had a scowl on his face. “Who was that?” he asks angrily.

You let out a little chuckle. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?

“Of course not! We just met!” he states. “Practice with me.”

“Okay Mr. Bossy,” you tease once more. You started to realize you were kind of flirting with the new boy.

You both took turns passing the ball to each other, hitting the ball into the goalie, and passing while running with the ball. He gave you a few pointers which was really nice of him. You started feeling light headed. “I’m going to get a drink..” you said slowly while walking to your stuff until you blacked out.


You open your eyes you see Liam holding you in his arms. “What happened?” you ask touching your forehead.

You fainted … straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Liam joked. You chuckle and stand up.

Have I entered an alternate universe, or did you really just crack a smile for me?” he joked again once more.

“Don’t get used to it, Liam,” you say as you grab your stick from the ground.

“You know you love me, (Y/N),” he said walking backwards back to the goalie. He then runs straight to the goalie to get his stuff for try outs.

I wish I could hate you,” you muttered to yourself and run at Liam’s direction.


Hope you enjoyed!

So this site I found called Piskel is kind of great, and this didn’t take me very long at all. It’s still super rough, I want to smooth it out and make it prettier, but this was my first try and I really like it so far. Especially considering this is like my… 3rd attempt at both animation and pixel art.