#cheesy fries is supposed to sound like jesus christ

[zivazivc]

started going wall climbing with my brother recently and it's so much fun! i used to do it as a kid but stopped because i was super short, dunno why i never picked it up again...

anyway i kind of imagine these two would do that too, like a fun date, especially in a human au scenario, although i drew them as trolls because i've realized i haven't drawn them much at all

[joeycupcakerichter]

Zach Dempsey - Nosy

A/N: So I tried to write Fluff.... why did I try to write fluff? XD I mean, I’m not saying it’s bad but I thrive in angst so this is painfully short and I’m sorry. This was supposed to be like... Justin and Zach fighting over you in a fluffy way, but it turned in Zach realizes someone else is into you and makes his move.

Pairing: Zach x Reader

Warnings: Just some bad fluff folks, I’m sorry. XD

Prompt: There was a post that inspired this but it kinda puttered out my b

Word Count: 1168 (😭)

Masterlist

Your phone buzzing surprised you, and you couldn’t help but groan as you stretched to grab it off the floor where it fell an hour or two ago. You were surprised to find a lengthy text from Justin Foley but your cheeks still twitched into a smile as you read it.

“Hey (Y/N), are you busy on Friday? I was thinking we could hang out. It’s been awhile since we’ve had any one on one time.”

You smirk at your phone, knowing exactly why the two of you haven’t had any alone time, mainly because you’ve been spending most of your time with the boy sitting at the end of your bed. Zach Dempsey.

“Who’s that?” he asks teasingly, playfully peeking around at your phone as you tuck it into your chest.

“None of your business Mr. Dempsey,” you chastise him, locking the screen and sliding your phone under your leg. “Now let’s see that essay, I’ll proofread yours if you’ll look over mine.”

“Seriously, (Y/N),” Zach remarked, a flat expression matting his features, unamused.

“Yes, Zachary, seriously. A fresh set of eyes helps with pacing and light proofreading,” you assure him, holding your hand out expectantly for his laptop.

“Doesn’t Google Docs do most of the proof reading that you need?” he whined, handing over his laptop as you pass him yours.

“It does, but I have a bad habit of leaving words out and for some reason Google doesn’t pick that up- Look Zach, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you sigh, pulling your phone out again to check the time.

“N-No, I do want to. I’ll tell you what,” he grinned, sliding over closer to you excitedly.

“Tell me what?” you ask, eyeing him at this new, closer proximity and trying to keep your breathing steady.

“You tell me who texted you, and I’ll read this paper over with the utmost precision,” he offers, his voice low and sultry. An infectious grin spreads over his face, one you only escape by casting your eyes to the ceiling.

“Why do you want to know so badly?” you groan, begrudgingly pulling your phone out again.

“Because I have a feeling I already know who it is,” Zach tells you flatly.

“Oh, and who’s that?”

“I’m pretty sure Foley wants to spend time with you. He’s trying to get you away from me for a change?”

“Wh-What? H-How- How did you know?” you sputter, checking your phone to find another message from Justin.

“I guess you’re hanging with Dempsey right now. Just so you know, he’s a good guy and all but I mean, a face that handsome? How’s a guy supposed to compete?”

Your face flushes at the message and a nervous giggle slips out despite your attempts at restraint. 

“What’d he say this time?” Zach asks, a note of frustration slipping into his voice.

“He, uh, he guessed I was with you right now and says you’ve got a very handsome face, one he finds hard to compete with,” you admit, your cheeks flushing at the admission. It’s not like Justin was wrong, just saying it outloud to Zach was almost more than you could take.

“Wh-What, no I don’t. I’m like, a five on a good day.” Any other guy making a claim like that would have been fishing for compliments but you knew Zach struggled with his self-image, even if you couldn’t understand why.

“Oh, come on Dempsey, I’d give you a solid 9.5 on a day where you woke up in a dumpster,” you tell him, mirroring the same flat look he’d given you earlier.

“D-Did you wanna cut this short and go hang out with Foley? I don’t mind,” he asks, trying to hide his disappointment. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” you smirk, “You just don’t want to read my paper.”

“You caught me.” Zach grinned, stretching out on your bed. Your breath hitches at the sight, and you have to physically tear your eyes away from where his shirt was inching away from his shorts.

“Besides, Justin wants to hang out on Friday anyway, I have time for both of you,” you tease as your eyes trail back to his waistline. Shaking your head again, you open the lid to his laptop, biting your lip to resist the urge to look just once more.

“Friday, huh? Justy’s trying to take you out,” Zach grinned, sitting up to face you. “Do you like Justin? I mean, I’ll give you space if you’d rather spend time with him.”

You stare at Zach a moment, trying to process what he was suggesting, “Look Zach, if you have better things to do-”

“N-No, (Y/N), I didn’t mean it like that. I was just trying to give you an out if you needed it. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to me just because I, well, ya know, I like you.”

“Jesus Christ, Zach,” you breathe, all the air seemingly sucked from your chest at his admission. You shut the laptop quickly, sliding it back over to him as you bit your lip again, trying to bring yourself to meet his eyes.

“Sorry, (Y/N). Tell you what, I’ll just go and we can pretend I never said that,” he blushes, grabbing his laptop and shoving it back in his bag.

“N-No, Zach, I didn’t mean that,” you assure him quickly, climbing over the bed to him. You plop yourself at the edge of your bed, looking up at him earnestly, “I-I like you too, Zach.”

“Oh, jeez. That’s a relief.” He lets out a sigh of relief, sitting back down on the bed next to you. “Are you sure you don’t want to give Justin a chance?” he asks nervously, seeming to be strangled by the words he doesn’t want to ask.

“Zach, I’m sure,” you assure him, clasping your hand over his. His eyes meet yours, a strange look passing over them as he looks you over. 

“This might sound cheesy, but you look so beautiful tonight, (Y/N),” he murmurs softly, running his thumb over yours.

“It is cheesy,” you grin giddly, “but I love cheese, both the edible kind and the sappy, overdone kind.”

“Speaking of cheese, I’m starving,” Zach declares, trying to break himself of the embarrassment coating his cheeks.

“You wanna go to Rosie’s?”

“Their cheese fries are so good.”

“To Rosie’s it is then, but I’m still going to make you read over this damn essay. A deal is a deal.”

“Alright, alright,” he says, waving you off with a grin.

As he loads his bookbag up, you pull out your phone, unable to wipe the smirk off your face as you finally send a reply to Justin, letting him down as gently as possible. As the two of you head out to Zach’s car, the phone buzzes again.

“I never stood a chance did I? (; It’s okay, you guys are great together. I’ll see the both of you on Friday.”

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Imagine #17 Peter Maximoff (Request)

Requested by @fragcc: Could you do a Peter x human reader? Like, they'd meet at library and become good friends bc they like the same stuff and then after some time they'd start dating and he'd confess to her that he's a mutant but she doesn't care bc it's her love... =]

Not my gif

Words: 2263

Warnings: typos, fem!reader (though not necessarily, I think, I’m just not sure), SWEARS

A/N: So, I was in a really no-cheesy mood when I wrote this, I hope, y’all like it anyway! xoxo

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”, you muttered under your breath as your eyes fell on the empty space in the shelf, where your favourite book was supposed to be. Some idiot had been hogging it for the past two months and you had been counting the days until you would finally be able to read it again – for about the 56th time. And now here you were, on the day it was supposed to be back, in front of the shelf where it was supposed to be, and yet… Right at that moment, your glare could have killed a man.

And yes, you could have just bought a copy of your own, but that wasn’t, what this was about, you insisted. This was about order, structure. You wanted this copy and you wanted it now.

“Hate to break it to you, but I don’t think these books are able to appreciate the death stare you are giving them.”, you heard a voice right behind your back and almost jumped in surprise. “Jesus Christ!”, you said breathlessly. “Couldn’t you have made a sound first?” You had never seen the boy in front of you before, that you would have remembered. Shaggy silver hair fell across his face and almost covered his dark eyes that were looking you up and down with an endearing sense of curiosity and intelligence. “Are you new in town? I haven’t seen you around.”, you asked almost automatically.

“Subtle.”, he replied and a wide grin appeared on his lips as he saw you blush. “No, I’ve lived here pretty much all my life, people usually just don’t notice me.”

You threw a glance at his silver leather jacket, his skinny jeans and the weird goggles in his hair, before saying: “Sure.” “And also I don’t come here very often.” “Oh well, that explains it. I’m here pretty much all the time, so…”

“Staring at the books like they just killed your firstborn?” You couldn’t help but chuckle. He was nice, you decided, just as your gaze fell on the book in his left hand. “Hey!”, you exclaimed and immediately got shushed from three different directions. “So you had it?” You couldn’t help but sound more than a little huffy, as you reached out to steal your favourite book from him. He was faster and got it out of your reach. “Yeah, I lent it like… a few weeks ago.”, you sounded confused and also somewhat amused, which annoyed you even more. “Hah, more like months. How the hell did it take you months to read a 300 page book?”

“Hey, calm down, okay? It’s just a book. I brought it back on time; my deadline was today. Besides, it didn’t take me months to read it, I just forgot to bring it back earlier.”

“Whatever.”, you huffed, turning away from him. Maybe he wasn’t so nice after all. “So, I’m guessing, you don’t want it anymore?”, he called after you, being rewarded with multiple annoyed shushs. And before you could even reply – not that you had planned to – you found the book in your hand and the boy back in front of you. “I’m Peter, by the way. And you are…? I mean, besides obsessed with science fiction novels.” He grinned at you once again.

“Y/n. And I’m not obsessed with it.” Your eyes fell on the cover of the book in your hand and you smiled. “Not that obsessed, at least.”

 “You know, you should probably just punch him in the face and call it a Wednesday.”, you mumbled through a mouth of fries. “It’s Sunday.”, Peter replied lazily, pulling a face at you, as you slapped his fingers, which had went fishing for your food again. “And there are people you just don’t punch. He wouldn’t stand a chance and I’m not that much of an asshole.”

“Sure he wouldn’t. What does a football and wrestling champion have against you? A guy in silver leather and with the annoying”, you smacked his hand away from your plate, “habit of not asking before taking other people’s food.”

He rose and eyebrow. “Can I please have some of your fries?” “You could have ordered some for yourself, y’know?” “See, that’s why I don’t ask.”, he said, pulling your plate towards himself.

“You could just date someone else, then he wouldn’t always go after you for ‘hitting on his girl’.”, you suggested, grinning because of your own brilliant idea. Of course there was that tiny detail that you didn’t actually want Peter to date anyone, but you felt like a total dick even thinking it, so you usually ignored that part of yourself. “I mean, even if you have a crush on Sara, finding someone else is just the easier solution. People like her and Phil are made for each other, they will probably marry and have three blond, flawless, athletic kids before he gets bored with her and stops caring and she has an affair with her yoga instructor, just to get back at him. Damn, I should write novels, don’t you think? I have the perfect form of clichéd thinking to…”

“I don’t have a crush on Sara.”, Peter interrupted. “See? It’s not that hard after all! Now all you need is…” “I don’t have a crush on Sara. I couldn’t care less about Sara.”

“Oh.”, you hesitated, not knowing what to say. You had been so sure! “So, what is the fuss with Phil about, then?” “It’s more of a fundamental thing, you know? He’s a prick and somebody should stand up to him.”

“And that selfless hero is going to be you?”, you asked sarcastically. Yes, Phil was a prick, but now it looked like Peter had gotten himself into way too much trouble for nothing.

“But you’re probably right, I should date someone.”, he grinned at you, changing the subject and suddenly making you regret that you had even brought it up. “But who’s going to play the hero in your place?” “We could make it a crime fighting duo.”

“Uhm… okay, so, who is it?” You didn’t even wanna know, but you also kinda did. You started nervously fiddling with a loose string on your shirt. “If it’s not Sara, who…”

“You know.”, he said, suddenly not sounding all that confident anymore. “I kinda see us as a crime fighting duo already. I mean, your area of responsibility is pretty much the library and I have to do everything else, but I’m fine with that.” He looked at you from under his lashes and it took you a few seconds to get what he was saying.

“Wait, what? Seriously? Us, like, you and me?”, your voice sounded about an octave too high, but there was nothing you could do about that at the moment. Your heart skipped multiple beats and your brain didn’t do its job either. Any second now, Peter would probably start laughing, saying that he totally got you, and then eat the rest of your fries, again, without asking. But nothing happened. A loaded silence fell upon the table as you stared at your best friend and he stared back at you, looking uncharacteristically serious.

“Yeah, why not? I mean, if you want to, of course.”, he started blabbering, lowering his gaze to his hands, that were shaking at a pace that you wouldn’t have thought humanly possible. “If not, then let’s just go back to assuming that I want to fuck Phil’s…”

“O-okay.”, was all you could say, shaking your head lightly.

“Okay? Okay what? Okay, let’s do this, okay, let’s pretend this never happened, okay, let’s stay friends? I mean, not that I don’t…”

“I mean, we could at least give it a shot, right?”, you replied, Peter’s shaky hands somehow making you more nervous and calming you down at the same time. Also, you were still giving yourself way cooler than you actually were. You had known about your crush on Peter, you weren’t that delusional as to believe that you were just friends. At least not from your side of the story. What you would have never guessed is that Peter could actually have some kind of interest in you! “Peter, are you okay? Your hands… they are shaking.”, you finished lamely.

“Yeah, they are, Sherlock.”, he replied, grinning at you widely, before turning serious once again. Gosh, what was going on with him today. “Though we should probably talk about that before we get to anything else.”, he mumbled.

“Talk about your… hands?” “Well, yeah, kinda, I mean, not really, but…”

 “Right, I would greatly appreciate, if you could not lose your shit.” Was the first thing he said after having grabbed your hand and run out of the diner without explanation, just to stop in the back yard, next to the thrash cans – again, without explanation.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m not sure, if I wanna know, if you can only tell me in some shady backyard, Peter.”, you replied.

“Well, you always want me to be responsible, so I’m choosing the responsible option out of two.” Did you? You couldn’t think of one moment, when you had told him to be responsible. But he was clearly going somewhere, so you didn’t mention it. “I’ll just trust that your responsible choice doesn’t include murdering a hobo and hiding his remains in the garbage can.”, you joked and it worked. Peter smiled. “You know, I don’t even mind telling you all that much. I just usually don’t, because then people start asking questions and that’s the boring and annoying part. And also kinda, because my mom doesn’t want me to talk about it. Yeah.”

“Well, I would love to promise you that I won’t ask questions…” “But you would probably still do.” “Yeah.” “Yeah.” A hesitant silence fell upon the two of you as you looked at a nervously grinning Peter. “So, are you sure you wanna tell me?”, you asked, because it sure didn’t feel like it. “Yeah, yeah, I do. I think.”, he blabbered, rubbing his neck with one hand and you tried not to lose yourself in the fact that he looked really damn good doing that. “I’m just gonna…”

And with that, he disappeared. And for the second time that night, your heart decided to stop doing its job. “What the fuck?”, you whispered, just before you felt a tap on your shoulder. You didn’t even jump, because Peter always did that. He always showed up out of nowhere and you had gotten used to it. You just had never seen him actually disappear before. “What the fuck?”, you repeated, louder this time.

“Yeah.”, Peter replied. “Kinda cool, huh?” He didn’t even wait for your reply; instead he disappeared again, just to show up a second later with the most stereotypically cheesy bouquet of roses in hands. “Wow!” was all you could say. You felt like your eyes would fall out of your head, just like your heart would jump out of your chest at any second. Peter handed you the flowers. “They didn’t have any daffodils yet, because, y’know, it’s February.”, he explained, grinning widely.

You shook your head in disbelief and speechlessness. He had just shown you… whatever the fuck he had shown you and then thought that this was the appropriate time to prove that he remembered, which your favourite flowers were. You couldn’t contain your laughter. “So, are you gonna explain any of this, or am I supposed to guess, what the fuck is going on?”

“Do you wanna?” “Do you think so?” He grinned nervously. “I don’t really know, where it came from myself. I know that my father had some kind of weird ability as well, but my mom is normal. My sister can move things with her mind, which is awesome, but not as awesome as mine.” And just as you opened your mouth, he added: “If you don’t agree, you’re not thinking hard enough.”

“So, what is it?”, you asked, burying your face in the bouquet. “Can you… like, teleport? God, I feel crazy!” “You saw it, that makes it empirically proven. Or you’re crazy, I don’t know. Maybe I don’t even exist, maybe you made me up!”

“Shut up, I’m trying to think.”, you said. You didn’t feel crazy, but then again, did one feel crazy, ever? “So, is it, like, teleportation?”

“No, I’m just really fast.”, he corrected with an almost triumphant grin, before turning serious again. “But does it change anything? Y’know, I wanted to tell you before we started dating, because otherwise it would have been lying, right? So I just thought…” “I mean, you still kind of lied to me for the past year, so…” “But you get my point, right?” “I understand, why you did it. I’m probably gonna be pissed tomorrow, but right now, this is just really weird.”, you said, letting out a bright laugh. To be honest, that did explain a lot, you had always thought that Peter was different, you just hadn’t anticipated this kind of different. Almost subconsciously, you stepped towards him, throwing your arm around his neck and pulling yourself up to press your lips against his. It felt like an eternity of little lightning storms inside your chest, Peters arms around your waist, your second hand holding the flowers, pressing them against his chest, where you could feel his heartbeat race with yours.

“But don’t think for a second,”, you whispered breathlessly, as you pulled away reluctantly, “that just because you’re the one with the superpower, I’m gonna be your sidekick.”