Genre: Romance, Fluff POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)
A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!
Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.
“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.
“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.
“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.
“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.
“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.
“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.
“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.
“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.
Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.
Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.
“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.
“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.
“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.
“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.
The next day
I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.
i’ve decided to make a masterpost that includes fic recommendations for each member seeing as i’ve gotten many requests for more suggestions. so voila my little cinnamon sticks, i hope this satisfies you!
So @badacts and I came up with this ridiculous spy au and idk lads here’s a preview of the fic for it I’m working on, hopefully it’ll keep you warm whilst I’m crying over finals (cw: graphic depictions of violence - stay safe kids!)
Agent #10-03-18: Josten, Neil Abram.
Aliases: Nathaniel Abram Wesninski, Michael Hatford, Stefan Bernard, Alex Vidakovic, Chris Rey (see attached notes for further)
the bonfire was dug into the sand, secured and safe from the sea breeze. the red and orange and yellow bits of flame crackled off and rose into the air, disappearing after a while. the smell of fire filled the area, mixed with the sharp contrast of salty seawater. stars hung low in the sky, side by side with the full moon. heat rose up from the white sand but the chill of the ocean waves and winds were quick to temper the warmth down. messy platinum locks shoved into a beanie. your head on his shoulder, his head on yours. one hand interlaced with the other’s.
Seth Rollins - Prompt #58: “You look cute with a baby bump.”
- Warnings - Fluff, Swearing
Word Count - 1,473 words
Requested by - Anon.
There you stood in front of a dirtied full-length mirror, in a dingy hotel room - in a town you weren’t exactly too sure the name of. The perks of constantly having a wrestler as your other half I guess. Your soft hands caressed your newly forming 4-month baby bump whilst your fiancee of just over 1 year slept snuggly in the warm bed behind you. You glanced at him from the mirror; he was so cute when he slept. That was all you could think at that point, a small smile creeping its way onto your face. However, that smile soon disappeared as you diverted your attention back to your stomach - it was just so small you pondered. Brie was certainly bigger at 4 months. You seemed to ignore the creaking of the bed, a tell-tale sign your fiancee was now stirring from his slumber.
“Babe? Why are you awake this early- it’s like 6 am.” His legs shifted beneath the covers, shuffling the duvet to his waist his bare, muscular chest on full show.
Your head twisted away from your reflection, “Couldn’t sleep.” Not too sure whether it’s the lack of sleep or purely your little insecurity but it was evident from your bluntly put words, something was bothering you. Don’t make the mistake to think you weren’t happy with your pregnancy - I mean it wasn’t exactly planned but nothing can take away from the butterflies felt in the pit of your stomach when you saw those two positive lines.
“Crappy mattress or baby?” Seth cockily jeered, scraping his dark locks out of his face. “You never get up this early. You sleep like a sloth; a mattress wouldn’t keep you awake so what’s up?”
You snatched your focus back to your side profile in the mirror. Of course he noticed something was bothering you at this point however you were ultimately reluctant to show it. “Nothing Seth.” You sneered, fiddling with the pristine engagement ring on your finger.
“Y/N. Don’t try to fool me into thinking you’re okay, I’m not that stupid you know.” Seth’s facial expressions drained of its previous happiness seeing your clear aggravation over something. “You gonna tell me or am I going to have to make you?” He teased with the aim to lighten your spirits.
Pulling your fingers away from your ring, you carried them to be placed delicately on your bump, your eyes caught up in mentally measuring the size of your little one. The faint ‘tut’ sound coming from your boyfriend only meant he was eager to get this information out of you one way or another- which quite frankly, was the last thing you wanted right now. It was now or never though in hindsight.
“Do I look fat?” You boldly vocalized turning back to your fiancee; his face read pure shock, his piercing brown eyes visibly widened.
“Are you actually being serious right now Y/N? Of course not.” Seth’s eyebrows furrowed as he snatched the covers off his legs reaching for a pair of dark acid washed jeans. Tugging them up to his waist and perching himself on the end of the bed, he hunched over; head rested in his hand in a state of pure bewilderment. “Is that what you’re fussing over?”
You shrugged knowing that potentially your had made a complete fool of yourself, but you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. I mean everything had gone so well with Seth so far; you didn’t want anything to change that. “For fuck sake Seth, I wanted you to say different. To be completely honest, I’m fucking scared to death. You’re always on the road and sooner or later I’ll have to stop traveling. Now I feel like I’m worrying about literally everything! Like I feel as though my bump’s too small compared to others at this stage. Ugh- I’m actually going mental!” Your words erupted around the room, signaling your growing insanity.
“Hey- No. Don’t get stressed now.” Seth’s voice soothed you. Within a split second, he had a firm grasp on you from behind, his brawny arms draped softly over your shoulders. “I will always be here- Jeez, I asked you to marry me Y/N. Even if I’m on the road alone, you know full well you can call me. Anytime; and I mean Anytime. Heck, if you ring me at 4 am I wouldn’t care. I just wish you’d tell me when you’re worried.”
His breath rolled off your neck as his fingers intertwined with your more dainty ones. You were never quite sure why you never tell him what’s on your mind; you technically speaking, promised him ‘no more secrets’ when you agreed to tie the knot 6 months ago. Half the time you weren’t completely sure what the problems were quite literally. “I guess I just want everything to be perfect you know; with our baby. I want it to hav-” You rambled would’ve continued on and on if they weren’t ultimately muted by Seth’s finger placed in front of your lips, beckoning you to stop talking.
“Shh. You seriously worry too much. Everything will be fine okay? It really doesn’t matter if your bump is too big or too small- our baby is healthy and that’s all that matters right now.” Seth’s hands began to trail towards your petite stomach. The mere sight of witnessing their already close bond melted your heart. “Seth, are you sure about that… what you said?” You mumbled, lowering your hand to cover his.
“All I know is our little one is 100% healthy, we are getting married and fuck, whatever the size, you look cute with a baby bump.” He spoke directly, twiddling a strand of your thick hair between his slightly moistened palms. He always seemed to have an ace up his sleeve, a way of words that always left you awestruck as to why you hadn’t married this guy sooner. He brought you to a happy place you never even dreamed of being in growing up - everything about him was faultless… the way he’d only sleep if he knew you already were, the way he’d always go out of his way to ensure you (and now your baby) were completely fine, the way he made you fall deeper in love with him every single day - even when he calls you by weird names.
“So… you gonna come to the show tonight then you dork?” Seth’s cheeky grin was ever-present at this moment in time, chuckling to himself as he reached for the closest band t-shirt he could find.
“Well, that depends on whether a) you win and b) If we can stop at Dunkin’ Donuts on the way. Please Seth?” A small pout laced its way onto your face whilst you turned, bandaging your arms around his neck pecking his lips.
“Well that depends on what you want from there as I can already predict you will fall asleep pulling out of the parking area.”
“Can we just get a 12 pack of donuts?” You pleaded, his eyes widened upon the impact of your wish. “12 Y/N!? I’ll be having 6 then.”
“Er- not so fast Rollins. Remember I’m eating for two so that is not fair… you can have 2, we can have the rest. Sorted.” You threw your hands in the air, dying to indulge in what you’ve craved the most so far. Have to say, Donuts are a billion times better than the common ‘pickles’.
“We’ll get you your donuts on one condition. Since you made this huge palaver, neither of us have enough time to shower and you take like 10 years singing to whatever you’re singing in there… so? How does the hot mama feel ‘bout that?” You instantaneously knew what he wanted yet that was truthfully the last thing on your mind right now, you could barely even drag your weight out of bed in the morning, let alone ‘that’.
“Hmm, as much as I’d love to Seth, I heard at this stage in our pregnancy our kid can start to hear things and the last thing I want is them the hear that. And your metal music… So I hate to break it to you but you’ll either have to stink or wait.” Your smirk grew from ear to ear as you witnessed Seth both shake his head and grin simultaneously. “But seriously I still want the donuts… you don’t want me being grumpy.”
Seth’s face lit up as he playfully pushed you in the direction of the bathroom. “Yeah no, I definitely do not want that. 12 donuts; got it. Shit, I love you to much.”
“Ay, no cussing, our baby can hear.” You teased him, slowly closing the bathroom door. “But I love you too- Well, we love you, Seth Rollins.”
A/N - So many feels for this one, oml. So because of the fact that this was so good to write and I love it so much (hopefully you do too), I would absolutely Love to make this a little series, maybe? If so please feel free to send me any request regarding it! Thank you so much for reading! ~ Nikkii.