#reader x zack morris

[stargazing-imagines]

Jar of Hearts ( Zack Morris x fem!reader )

Description : the reader is in a domestic violence relation ship in which she is keeping it a secret, but that is until Zack Morris intervened...

Pairing: Zack Morris x reader

Warnings : mentions of sexual abuse, a short dialogue of the situation, mentions of domestic abuse, mention of the word slut, stay safe in any kind of relationship girls!

*smack* was all it took, it took all of my energy to smack the boy that I once loved, the man that I recalled a future with straight out of high school.

I may walk around bayside with a warm smile, but what really goes on is a dark cloud that forms into my heart that takes up my emotions.

“What did I say about wearing a top that’s provocative?!”

“What wrong with it?” You asked “Lisa said it was cute on me besides... I’m not showing much.”

You back up into a wall, he was now hovering over you, you squirm under his touch as you tried to keep your cries silent.

“You are mine! And only mine!”

And with that he smacked you, you looked at his face as you held your own. You regained yourself before responding

“Yes,”

——

“So I was thinking that maybe we could meet the boys at the Max after school,” said your friend Jessie

“That’s a great idea!” Exclaimed Kelly

“I’m in.” Said Lisa “what about you y/n?”

You on the other hand zoned out, that was until Kelly snapped you back into place

“Is everything alright y/n?” Asked Kelly

“Yeah, your acting strange,” said Jessie

“I’m fine,” you said as you opened your lockers, you took your jacket off without thought that your bruises were evident.

“Oh my gosh what happened?” Asked Kelly as she looked at your arm

“Oh... I just fell on the stairs I’m fine,” you said as you closed your locker “see you after school.”

And with that you zoomed away, that was until you bumped into your best friend Zack Morris

You and Zack have been best friends since you two were in kindergarten, you could say that he was always there for you.

“Hey y/n!” Said Zack “it’s been a while, how are things with you and Matthew?”

“Everything’s great,” you said with a smile, you tried to walk away but that was until Zack spotted your arm

“What’s that on your arm?” asked Zack as he stopped you with a worried gaze “If there’s something that you’re not telling me then you better tell me now.” 

“Zack... I don’t want to talk about it.” you said as you zoomed passed zack, speed walking away tucking a hair behind your ear, meanwhile your ‘Boyfriend’ saw the whole thing with clutched teeth 

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You were walking out of bayside with your books clutched you your chest, looking down. You were interrupted when someone slammed your back against the brick wall.

“What did I tell you about talking to that Morris kid?” Asked your boyfriend through gritted teeth

“Matthew, please let go of me!” You said as you were on the verge of crying, you were pretty sure that you’re head was bleeding at this point.

“No you listen, what did I tell you about walking around looking like this?”

“Matthew! I’m practically covered up!”

“I don’t care!” Said your boyfriend, that was before he slapped you

“Hey y-“ said a voice “hey man back off!”

You looked behind your boyfriends shoulder to be met with Zack Morris.

“Stay out of this!”

“I will not if it involves my best friend,” said Zack as he crossed his arms

Your boyfriend looked at you, before looking at Zack.

“This does not concern you so if you would please, leave us alone!” Said your boyfriend through gritted teeth “she needs to know her place, I will not tolerate her dressed as a slut!”

At this point, you were holding back tears. You dropped your head low before breaking out into sobs.

“Y/n, come on I am taking you home.” Softly said Zack as he held his arm out, but at this point, you were scared.

“If you go with him then we’re done,”

You looked at your boyfriend, and then back at Zack. With hesitation, you took Zack hand giving him a big hug.

“You can have her, she’s nothing but a slut!” Said your boyfriend before walking away

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Asked Zack, at this point his shirt was wet from your tears

“He threatened to kill me if I did.” You said as you cried harder “please, get him away from me.”

“Don’t worry, your safe with me.”

And with that, Zack hugged you close.

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Saved by the bell masterlist

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

see you later. ( zack morris x reader )

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When your father mentioned that his promotion required moving away and leaving Bayside, you immediately voiced every reason why you couldn't leave again. You had only been in town for two years, and in that time, you had forged important friendships with Zack and his friends. For the past year and a half, you had been in a relationship with the infamous Zack Morris, and you broke down at the thought of saying goodbye.

You were used to moving around since you were young but had never found a place where you were so passionate about remaining in until now. The thought of saying goodbye to your friends and being forced to leave your boyfriend behind had left you sobbing into your pillow upstairs.

"There will be other boys." Your father brushed off when you mentioned Zack in your argument for staying at Bayside. "Unfortunately so, but this is a crush you'll forget about when we move."

"I won't! I love him! You don't understand. I'm not leaving! You can't make me."

"We're going and that's the end of it!"

As you replayed it over and over the next day at school, tears formed in your eyes as you stood by your locker, taking out textbooks you needed for classes. You closed your locker slightly, to hide the fact you were crying from people passing by.

"Good morning, beautiful." Zack greeted, flashing a toothy grin as he walked over to you. A frown formed on his lips when he noticed you were hiding behind your locker. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You turned to him, wiping your tears away, "I'm moving."

His eyes widened, jaw hitting the floor. "What? You can't leave! You love it here."

You looked at the ground, cradling your books to your chest. "My dad got a promotion. We leave at the end of the week."

You had told Zack about your childhood and Zack couldn't count on two hands how many times you had moved around due to your father's job. Bayside was the longest you had stuck around in one place. You had started planning your future, where you wanted to go to college, and now you felt it was all being taken from you.

His jaw dropped, "Four days? We have four days?"

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I don't want to go."

His shoulders slumped when he saw your tears, "I don't want you to go either." He stepped closer, and you closed your eyes when he hugged you, resting your head on his shoulder and clutching the back of his plaid shirt.

Later that day Zack approached Lisa who you had grown the closest to, often going shopping together and Zack joked that she was trying to steal his girlfriend from him due to how long you could spend at the mall. He even went along just to spend time with you, and although his feet were killing him by the end of the day, he enjoyed seeing you trying on clothes. From the sympathetic glance she sent his way Zack realized she knew you were leaving and released a long sigh as he walked with her.

"Hey, Lisa. You heard the good news, huh?" He shoved his hands in his pockets as he turned to her.

"Excuse me, but I think you've made a big mistake."

"She just told me." Lisa frowned, placing a hand on his arm briefly, seeing how distraught he was and couldn't imagine what he was going through.

When you arrived at Bayside, you parked in his space, and Zack had to park further away from the building. He entered the school, making everyone stop in their tracks before asking who took his parking space. You were walking to your newly assigned locker, and he came over to confront you.

You closed your locker, turning to the blond, "What?"

"Yeah, you parked your car in my parking space," Zack explained with a toothy smile that you could tell was somewhat strained.

"I didn't see your name on it."

Zack put his hands on his hips, licking his lips as he suppressed a chuckle. "Let me introduce myself, I am Zack Morris."

"Is that supposed to impress me?" You raised an eyebrow, and he gestured with his arms, not believing you could not hear about him. He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, and you checked your watch with a sigh. "Sorry, look, I'm new here, and I've had a really bad start to morning, but if it means that much to you, I'll move the car. No sweat."

"Really?" Zack was surprised by your change of attitude. "I wondered why I didn't recognize you. You're not from the Valley, are you?"

You shook your head, "I have no idea where that is."

Zack's smile becomes more genuine, "It's not important." He took a hand out of his pocket and held it out to you. "Let me start again. Zack Morris."

You returned his smile, "Y/N L/N."

As you walked out of the school, Zack learned that you had moved from out of state and when you asked about the Valley, you were amused by his assertion that Bayside was much better. Zack parked in the spot and caught up to you as you headed back into the school, thanking you for moving your car. 

"If you're new you won't know your way around yet. I can be your guide if you want?" He offered.

You noticed he was more nervous this time from the way he flashed a quick smile and put his hands in his pockets, to avoid gesturing with his hands too much. "Sure. I could use a guide. Thanks."

Despite your rocky beginnings, Zack Morris quickly grew on you and the blond would seek you out, inviting you to join his table at lunch with his friends or to meet up at The Max. You fit into the group well, as dedicated as Jessie when it came to homework or school assignments, a shopaholic like Lisa, and as bubbly as Kelly. Lisa was the first to notice how Zack was always by your side, even arriving to classes early when he shared them with you. Slater was the next to know about his growing attraction to you when Zack would watch you and compliment you, or in a daze ask silly questions like what color was your hair. When Slater told him, sending him a look of bewilderment and raised an eyebrow when Zack claimed it was his favorite color.

You were the first to hear about Zack's latest scheme and the blond liked that you didn't shut his ideas down, only voicing some minor improvements. For four months you were like a couple without the lip-locking or hand-holding. But Zack decided that it was time to get out of the friend zone before he 'lost his cool' as Slater put it.

You were writing in your notebook when Zack passed a note in class. The blond almost had a heart attack when another girl opened it and thought it was for her. He pointed at you and her expression soured but she tapped your shoulder, leaning forward to hand you the note.

The longer you stayed in Bayside, the more serious you and Zack got, and when you exchanged I love you's you prayed to a higher power that you could remain in Bayside forever. And for a while you believed someone was listening until one evening during dinner your father broke the news. You had confided in Lisa about how you felt like you didn't belong anywhere, afraid to get too close to people because you had done so many times before, and saying goodbye never got easier. But this would be the hardest goodbye of all.

You shot her a confused glance, turning around in your seat to open the folded note. You recognized Zack's writing immediately and bit the inside of your cheek. You knew the odds of you moving again soon were high, but at that time you decided it was worth having a few weeks together instead of never dating at all. You looked at the blond who hadn't taken his eyes off you, his knee bouncing anxiously, freezing when your eyes met. You sent him a small smile and a nod, a blush forming on your cheeks when he grinned goofily.

"What am I going to do, Lisa? I have four days left to spend with her before she leaves forever."

"It's not forever," Lisa spoke softly. "We'll be going to college soon and I know Y/N is dead set on joining you. That won't change." Zack looked at the ground and she sighed at his wretched expression. "You have four days. There's the dance on Friday, and although you won't see each other, you can still call or write letters?" She suggested.

Zack slowly nodded. "I hear ya."

"If anyone can survive long distance, it's you two. She adores you, Zack. And I know you feel the same way about her. This will only break you if you let it."

Zack clung to her optimism and spent as much time with you as he could. Your excitement for the dance was outweighed by the fact you would be leaving Bayside the next day. You hadn't spoken to your father in days, and your mother had spoken in your defense, knowing how difficult it was to pack up and go when you had built a life here and that he shouldn't dismiss your feelings for Zack so easily.

On Friday night she helped you get ready for the dance. You painted your nails as she styled your hair, and met her gaze in the mirror when she spoke up over the music. You hadn't said much in the past hour, only humming in response when she tried to talk about the new town you were going to.

"I know how hard it's been for you with your father's job. Never feeling comfortable letting people in because you might only be there for weeks or even days." She began, "And we were both hoping this would be the final place - that we'd be staying here for a while, or at least until you went to college. It won't be easy, honey, but just because we're leaving doesn't mean it's over."

You blinked away your tears, "I know, Mom." The truth was, you didn't, but it made her feel a little better.

When Zack arrived a half hour later, you answered the door and smiled faintly when the blond's eyes slowly widened as he took in your appearance.

"You look...incredible."

He always knew how to make you blush. "Thank you. You look great in a suit."

"I look great in everything." He swiped a hand over his gelled hair and you jokingly rolled your eyes, smiling when he chuckled.

"Are you saying I don't?"

His smirk immediately dropped and you giggled when he began to stammer, stating that you did in fact look hot in everything. You were the only girl to ever make him nervous and Zack hated it as he always wanted to look cool, but he also loved it at the same time.

"Your chariot awaits, m'lady."

You looped your arm with his and Zack led you to his car, holding the door open for you. He was your first boyfriend. You had many crushes over the years but never acted on it due to the unpredictability of your father's job which had him moving all over the country. Your first kiss happened in his bedroom. He agreed to let you study and you worked on homework together, helping him when he got confused. Afterward, you lay on his bed side by side, legs hanging over the edge as you listened to music and talked about whatever came to mind. Zack was so easy to talk to, and when you shared your doubts about college, worried your grades were slipping now that you had joined extracurricular activities with Kelly, he immediately put your mind at ease, reminding you of how hard you worked.

"Sometimes I think you work too hard and I want to tell you to slow down a little, but then I remember that you've never had the full experience before, and I want to be there in case you burn out." He held your chin, turning your head to meet his gaze as he propped himself up on his elbow, gazing down at you with raw emotion that made your heart race. "I would call you brilliant but that doesn't seem close enough."

You knew right at that moment that you were in love with him, but would never confess so until two weeks later after he took you out to see a film where you spent more time whispering than paying attention to what was happening on the screen. His arm was around your waist and his breath would tickle your cheek when he spoke quietly so only you could hear and you knew then that this was rare. You couldn't imagine feeling like this about anyone else and Zack had admitted that while he had girlfriends before, this felt different and it was all new to him.

You swallowed thickly when he wet his lips before he leaned in and closed your eyes when he kissed you for the first time.

You often thought back to that night as he drove you home, kissing goodnight and the words just flowed off your tongue with such warmth that it surprised you both. Zack recovered quickly, placing a hand on your cheek, smiling as he declared his love for you before reigniting your kiss with more passion and you didn't want the moment to end. But your father turned on the porch light, a sign he was watching and you reluctantly went inside, smiling ear to ear, biting your lower lip as you leaned your back against the door.

When your mother asked how your date went, you told her that Zack had told you he loved you for the first time and she cooed about how he was such a sweetheart while your father dampened your mood by scoffing.

"He's a teenager. What does he know about love?"

Your mother said his name scoldingly before telling you to get ready for bed. You kissed her cheek, saying goodnight before going upstairs to your bedroom.

You thought back to that night often, recalling the stars above your heads, the way they seemed to shine a little brighter and the twinkle in his eyes. You should've known it was all too good to be true, that Bayside was destined to be another pitstop to your father's latest promotion.

When you arrived at the dance, you took in the decorations and while you had planned the event, you hadn't been able to help set it up as you had been packing every night after school this week. Your attention was drawn back to Zack when he squeezed your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles as he nodded to the photographer.

"We should commemorate how great we look tonight."

You smiled, nodding in agreement. You joined the line as you drifted back into your thoughts, reminiscing about the first dance you attended with Zack. You kept the photograph on your bedroom wall, above your desk, so that when you studied you could always see it. Zack had turned his head at the last second to smile at you and your eyes flickered to him, mirroring his adoring smile as he took your hand, unseen in the photograph.

It had been a wonderful night, and you were sure this dance would have been too if you both weren't dreading the moment it ended. After he dropped you home tonight, Zack wouldn't get to see you again for a long time - that is if you decided to attend the same college as you had planned to for months. And it was like waiting for a bomb to go off, happy to be there but hating it at the same time because soon you would be forced to say goodbye.

When it was your turn, Zack stood behind you, his hands on your hips as you tried to smile for the camera. You wouldn't see the result for a while but Zack often looked at the photograph, seeing how strong you were trying to be, smiling despite the pain in your eyes.

Later that night, he held you close as the music played, surrounded by the other students and their dates, but feeling as if you were alone as you clung onto each other.

You were the first to break the silence between you, and Zack almost didn't hear your whisper that was muffled by his suit. "I don't want to go."

"I don't want you to go either." He pulled back to meet your gaze as you lifted your head from his shoulder. "We'll call as often as we can. And everyone will be writing letters." He wet his lips, shaking his head, "This doesn't have to be the end. We don't have long until we go to college and if we still decide to go to the same one, then it won't be as long. But if you change your mind about which college you want to go to -"

You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat, blinking away the tears pricking your eyes, "I won't."

"We shouldn't look at this as saying goodbye. More like, I'll see you later."

"And if you meet someone else?"

"I won't." He spoke with such conviction that it made your heart skip a beat. "Meet someone prettier, smarter, and incredible than you? I've already gotten the upgrade."

You stopped dancing, placing a hand on his cheek to kiss him tenderly, expressing everything you felt for him in the kiss and Zack held you closer, feeling his eyes glistening at the thought of you being thousands of miles away. 

"You're the only girl I want. Now and in thirty years."

Your hands rested on his biceps, his hands on your waist as you swayed to the slow song that was playing, eyes closing when he rested his forehead against yours. This was the last dance of the night, and you wanted to savor every second of it.

Later that night he parked outside your house and you took the slip of paper that contained the address of your new house with the phone number on it, out of your small bag, holding it out to the blond who bit the inside of his cheek as he took it. "I'll write to you every day. You'll be sick and tired of hearing from me." His lips briefly formed a smile before it fell almost as quickly as it started.

"Like that would ever happen." You smiled softly, reaching out to place a hand on the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry, Zack."

He shook his head, "I'd wait a week or forty years for you." 

You felt a warm tear escape down your cheek as you leaned over to kiss him. "I love you." You murmured against his lips.

"I love you too." He replied with a smile as he rested his forehead against yours.

He held your hand as you both took small steps towards your porch and you knew your father was waiting inside when the porch light turned on. You sighed as you turned to Zack who brought you into his warm embrace, pressing a lingering kiss to your head before pulling away to peck your lips.

"I'll see you later?" You smiled weakly, teary-eyed as you gazed up at your boyfriend, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes - something he only showed around you.

No one knew him like you did. Zack felt like he could confide in you about anything whether it was school or family-related. When he told you about his father, you encouraged him to be blunt with him about how he felt second to his job. Zack did take your advice and the two had reconnected a little more.

"Definitely." He held your hips as he brought you closer. "How's next weekend?"

You nodded, giggling as you wiped a tear that had fallen down your cheek. "Two thirty?" You played along.

"I'll be there."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he buried his head in the curve of your neck. "I love you, Zack Morris. Now and in thirty years."

Zack pulled back with a smile that revealed his pearly whites, "I love you too, Y/N L/N." He lifted a hand to your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you with a passion that made you want to melt against the front door.

You regretted having to pull away before your father came outside and sent the blond the biggest smile you had given all night. He held your hand as he stepped back, fingers brushing as he got further away until his touch was gone. You watched him walk away and placed a hand over your mouth, holding back tears as he opened his car door. He looked at you over the roof, sending you a blinding smile and a wave.

You returned it, feeling a little more content knowing that it was possible that this wasn't the end. You wouldn't get to go to prom with him, but you would see him again. He would wait for you, just like you intended to do.

You headed into the house once he got into the car and when he saw you were gone, Zack leaned back in his chair, exhaling a long shaky breath. After a few moments, he pushed his palms into his eyes, before starting the car.

This wasn't goodbye.

It was simply 'see you later'.

He would make sure of it.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Never Happened

Fandom: Saved By The Bell

Pairing: Zack Morris x Female Reader

Characters: Zack Morris, Female Reader, Mr Carosi

Word Count: 1463 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: Zack has always had a way of butting heads with authority. He’s just better at it than even he realises.

Tags/ Warnings: Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, Kissing, Quickie Sex, Requested, Requested Fic, Power Dynamics, Other Carosi Child, Not Stacey, 

Notes: Okay so I’ve picked to do one or the other so hes some Zack smut. I cant remember the college years that well so Ive done the summers but it can be college age if you want. Enjoy x

Request [Anon]  can you do a zack morris from the college year x reader and a zack morris from the college year x reader Smut if u can if you have time any day

Zack knew it was stupid. He knew it was wrong. But he couldn't help himself. He was supposed to be working. Mr Carosi had already chewed him out that morning for slacking off talking to a pretty girl by the pool yesterday when he was supposed to be skimming it and now he was in one of the cabana rooms, pants hiked around his thighs his cock in the mouth of a girl he’d met not a day ago.

He didn't know how it had happened. Yesterday she had wanted nothing to do with him, unimpressed by his flirtatious banter and attempts at trying to ask her out. Until this morning. After Mr Carosi shouted at him she seemed to be a bit more sympathetic but determined as she walked passed him and mumbled for him to follow him. She’d been all over him like a rash and after he’d gotten over the slight confusion he’d received her with gusto. She wasn't wearing much, just a red bikini, and she’d moved to get him on an even playing field discarding his shirt straight away. He was pulled back to reality as she moaned against him, causing an electric sensation to run through him which in turn made him groan.

‘Fuck,’ he said looking down at her. She pulled back, her hand never leaving him as she smirked up at him. ‘Does that feel good?’ she asked. ‘You have no idea,’ he said. It did feel good but it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He pulled her up from where she was kneeling and kissed her, pushing her back until she was flat against the wooden hut wall, his hands on either side of her head. ‘Zack,’ she moaned as his lips made their way down her neck, his hand caressing her sides until they came to the red bikini bottoms she was wearing, his finger looping under them as he moved back to look at her. ‘Do you wanna?’ he said. She nodded.

Zack didn't need to be told twice. His fingers yanked her bikini bottoms down haphazardly, pulling them until they were low enough for her to kick them from her ankles. Once he was back standing he brought a leg up around his waist, revealing herself to him. Zack groaned at the sight. He teased through her slick for a moment, before introducing a finger and then two to her, thumbing her clit gently.

‘Oh god,’ she groaned, her mouth meeting his neck, wet and hot against his skin. Zack smirked as she squirmed under his touch. He was unbearably hard now, her teasing having gotten him amped up so much he longed for more contact. She seemed to be on the same page as her hand wrapped around his wrist making him slow in his movements.

‘I need you,’ she said. Zack nodded and shifted to grasp himself, teasing through her lips before he entered her gently. He moved slowly at first, revelling the feel of him against her as his lips met hers once again. It was wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be doing it and yet all he could think was that he never wanted it to stop. He could hear more and more people around the pool, the morning had ticked on in their absence and he was sure someone was going to spot he was nowhere around.

As he pounded into her she moved to tighten her leg around him changing the angle. She was whimpering against him now, sucking on his lip as his fingers went back to her sensitive bud. He hadn't thought it through. They were being risky in every sense of the word but as she moaned his name it almost knocked all the concerns out of him.

‘Faster,’ she said, ‘right there.’ ‘Like this?’ he said making her nod, She was being too loud, a whimpering mess around him so he made an executive decision to kiss her, her moans lost against his own mouth. ‘Right there,’ she whimpered throwing her head back in ecstasy before she came with a squeal. ‘Oh God,’ he grunted feeling her walls tremble around him. He grabbed her other leg and hoisted that up, forcing her back against the wall as he chased his high. He was close. He could feel it approaching threatening to erupt any moment. He buried his face in her neck, enjoying the gentle touch of her fingers in his hair.

‘Oh fuck-’ he grunted though it was cut off by a shout. ‘MORRIS!’ came the echoing boom of Mr Carosi. He thought about pulling out. But he couldn't. It was too late. He was cumming hot and fast inside her without protestation as his boss called his name once more. He pulled out quickly, setting her down on the floor as she looked at him with a smirk.

‘Morris!’ came Mr Carosi’s voice once more making him snap back to reality. As she redressed he threw his shirt back on and tucked his softening cock back into his pants just as the door was pulled open revealing a thick-set man whose face was like thunder.

‘Mr Carosi sir,’ Zack said. ‘What’s going on?’ he asked narrowing his eyes ‘Zack was just helping me find something,’ Y/N said with a smile. ‘Find what?’ Mr Carosi asked sceptically. ‘My sunglasses,’ she said. ‘They’re on your head,’ Mr Carosi replied. Y/N placed her hand on her head and patted them. ‘So they are,’ she said making Zack groan inwardly. ‘Well since he’s so helpful maybe he wouldn't mind going and setting up the conference room like I asked him to do an hour ago,’ Mr Carosi said. ‘Yes Mr Carosi Sir,’ he said. ‘And Y/N?’ he said looking towards the girl Zack was determined to keep his eyes off. ‘Yes Daddy?’ she asked causing pure panic to run through Zack. Daddy. ‘Your mother wants you. She’s in her suite,’ the older man said. Y/N nodded though Mr Carosi didn't even acknowledge it as he glared at them one more time and then stalked off back towards the pool.

When Zack did look at her he found Y/N grabbing her bag off the floor and slinging it over her shoulder casually. As she looked up she noticed him staring at her his mouth agape and said, ‘what?’

‘Daddy?’ he asked incredulously. ‘Oh that,’ she sighed. ‘You’re his daughter?’ he asked. ‘Afraid so,’ she said. ‘Oh God,’ he said putting his hand to his face which meant he missed the roll of her eyes. ‘Oh come on it's not that bad,’ she said placing a hand on his bicep which pulled him back to reality. ‘You’re my boss's daughter and we just-’ he said stumbling over his words a tad, ‘why didn't you tell me?’ ‘If I had would you have followed me in here?’ she asked raising an eyebrow. Zack thought about that for a moment. Sure she was hot and he had been interested but it had already been a risk when he didn't know who she was not it just seemed like a catastrophe. ‘No, I guess not,’ Zack said honestly. ‘Exactly,’ she said. ‘Still,’ he protested, ‘I should've had the choice’ ‘Fine,’ she said, ‘I’m sorry okay? It won't happen again. We can pretend like this never occurred and don't worry it’s not like I'm gonna go running to my daddy and tell him what's been going on in his own cabanas.’ ‘It's not that I don't like you,’ Zack protested. ‘No, everyone does until they find out who I am. Then they're tripping over themselves to stay away so I don't get them in trouble,’ she said. ‘I’m sorry,’ Zack said sympathetically, ‘I do like you...I just can't exactly afford to piss your dad off any more than I already have.’ ‘As I said,’ she shrugged, ‘never happened.’

She moved away from him, her bag under her arm as she headed towards the bright sunlight beaming down just outside their shelter. As she got to the door though she stopped and turned back to face him. Zack watched her intently.

‘It’s a shame though,’ she said. ‘Why’s that?’ Zack asked. ‘Because him shouting at you was the reason I liked you. All that charm and bravado from yesterday did nothing for me. But seeing him chew you out and you take it in your stride? I realised you mustn’t be that bad of a guy,’ she said and before Zack could say anything else she left the cabana leaving him all at odds with himself.

Zack knew it was stupid. He knew it was wrong. But he couldn't help himself. No matter what he was going to get back into her good books.

[bettyfrommars]

Betty, betty, betty! I’m just back from a low-key stag do for my uncle-to-be with my da (back in the motherland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 for the special occasion), bit tipsy and thinking of biker!steve. Honestly, I’ve been away from home for 7 weeks now and anytime I need a bit of maladaptive comfort before bed, those fics are where I go 🥰 Right now I’m wondering how biker!steve would react to our new/back-in-town!reader getting drunk and needing a little help home x

Mel the way I am kissing you consensually across the miles right now aalkfdajlkljklj I've been needing a biker!steve fix so bad 😭 I wrote this in a frenzy this morning, so I hope it's not garbage, and I hope you like it.

Also, this is Ring of Fire biker!Steve, an alt universe version of I'm on Fire biker Steve. A fic within a fic, if you will. These Steves are similar but not the same.

biker!Steve x fem!Reader

wc: 1k

18+, alcohol consumption, creeps, violence, yearning, mutual crush

You decided to skip on the old faithful Blue Light Tavern that night and leaned into the peer pressure of meeting up with a friend at a newer bar downtown. The drinks were fancy but weak, and the packed crowd didn't seem to mind paying twice as much for less. Heather, a part time cashier at the gas n' sip, had you doing shots with her before you ever had any food in your stomach, and that was a rookie mistake.

During a clumsy game of darts, you spotted Robin, and it made your blood race to think that Steve might not be far behind. She tipped her chin at you from across the room, and you waved the dart in your hand, losing total concentration on the game until Heather nudged you.

"You know Robin?" Heather asked, buying two more drinks from the passing waitress.

"I've seen her around," you muttered. Steve was nowhere in sight, but that didn't stop you from checking every time the door opened.

Heather's boyfriend showed up unexpectedly and so all of a sudden, there you were---a solid third wheel. While they made out at a table in the corner, you took your wobbly legs over to the only available seat at the end of the bar.

The problem with that stage of intoxication was that you felt really good, like maybe one more would make the experience even better.

Just a beer though, just one light brewski before you headed home on foot.

"Have a shot with me?" The guy next to you said, pushing his shoulder into yours.

You didn't recognize him, but his highlighted hair was a bit too perfect, his teeth way too white; he was a dead ringer for Zack Morris. You'd barely taken a sip of your beverage and already you regretted the decision to stay.

"I'm good, thanks."

He scoffed. "Not even one shot? I saw you drinking with your friend over there, I know you can handle one more."

Sober enough to catch his condescending tone, you glanced back to see that Heather and her boyfriend were no longer at the table. They'd most likely gone somewhere to fornicate, and you'd be fending for yourself for the rest of the night.

The guy bought two shots, anyway, sliding one over to you. You stared at it for a reluctant beat before moving to get off of your stool. Your footing was a bit unsteady, prompting the blonde guy to grab your arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" His booze breath was hot in your face.

"She's with me."

Making you do a double take, Steve stepped between the two of you, staring the guy down. Chewing gum so that the muscles in his jaw bulged, Steve dropped one arm behind him to support your hip and help you keep your balance.

"She doesn't look like she's with anyone," the blonde guy challenged.

Steve realized then that the idiot must've been new in town. Somehow, he'd missed the significance of what wearing a Coffin Kings kutte meant.

Steve could take him out to the alley and put a knife in his gut without a drop of moral conflict.

"Get lost," Steve cocked an eyebrow, never breaking eye contact.

The blonde guy snorted a laugh. "How about you get fucked?"

He jammed a palm into Steve's shoulder, and before another thing could be said, Steve took him by the back of the neck and smashed his face onto the edge of the bar.

You stifled a scream, but the place was so packed, and the music so loud, that no one seemed to notice or care as the blonde slumped to the floor. The people next to him simply shuffled over to take his seat, oblivious.

Steve turned to find you, both of your chests heaving as he leaned in.

"You ready to get out of here?" He whispered it softly, brushing his knuckles down your arm. His eyes were such a throbbing hazel at that moment you swore they were about to explode gold flecks all over you.

A nod was all you could offer at the time, and then his arm was around your waist, helping you out of the crowd. Your head bobbed like it was on a spring, making you realize how tipsy you actually were.

Outside, the cool air in your lungs was a relief, and it suddenly registered that Steve's motorcycle was positioned illegally up on the sidewalk.

Before you could question his parking choice, he mumbled. "I was in a hurry," before snatching the helmet off of the handlebar to pass to you.

"What are you doing here?" you turned to find that your lips were inches from his. Steve held his breath, not wanting to move, but also not ready to find out how deep the taste of you would bury him.

"You're not the only one who likes to have fun," he moved his head back to meet your searching gaze, the flicker of a grin teasing the corner of his mouth.

"No, I mean---" you looked down, swallowing hard. What were you even trying to say?

"Robin told me you were here," he admitted, bucking his chin at the building in question. "Otherwise, I wouldn't be caught dead in a tourist trap like that."

You'd figured as much, but never expected him to fess up to coming there just for you.

"But how did Robin---?" She must've called him from a pay phone or...

"You ask a lot of questions." He took over adjusting the strap under your chin, noting that you were having a hard time with it.

"Where are you taking me?" Your speech was a bit slurred, but at the time you were too buzzed to give a damn.

"What do you mean?" He wanted to take you somewhere and press his aching body against yours; to fall asleep holding your hand.

You hated the way he was making you explain yourself, as your brain scrambled for the right words. "The other day, you said you had something you wanted to show me."

"There are lots of things I want to show you," he kicked his leg over the seat to straddle the beast of a motorcycle and waited for you to follow suit. "But there's plenty of time for that. Let's get you home first."

He held onto your thigh, urging you closer until your heat was flush to his lower back.

"Hold onto me, okay?" He said over his shoulder, revving the engine to life. "Don't ever let go."

[hannahsmulti]

Making some changes

Hey if me and I decided to make some changes, now before you ask yes I’m still going to be posting Shirbert stories and all that but since there is a lack of saved by the bell x reader stories and stuff like km thinking about making a two book story that isn’t getting very big on Wattpad

So basically what it is going to be about is a Zack Morris FanFiction because like he is a major babe and the reader, the two have been best friends all there life to where Zack has a crush on the reader in high school until a new girl Kelly Kapowski who Zack has had a crush on in grade school (elementary school) to where it will cause a huge love triangle between the reader, Zack and Kelly Kapowski

Now if you don’t know what saved by the bell is I’ll try to find some gifs about it so you can get an idea but trust me it’s a great show if you give it a chance

[rediscoverthe80s]

I'm what you'd call your non-traditional #comicbook reader. Instead of Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Green Lantern, I want Zack Morris, #KidNPlay, Peg Bundy, and #RenandStimpy. #80s #90s #savedbythebell #marriedwithchildren (at Game X Change Montgomery) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6t6C_UA-19/?igshid=1v40dhm3m1xuu

[tessatechaitea]

Darkstars #6

Art directors were suffering from some weird brain parasite in the early 90s.

In the 90s, the way you could tell the difference between men and women in comic books was that men's faces had full of lines to express tension and rage and determination while women's faces were smooth blank canvasses to express their beauty and their lack of a nose. No wonder I hardly date in the 90s. A woman would start flirting with me and I'd think, "Ugh! She's got too much nose!" People think 90s comic art was all about lots of pouches and big guns. But it was just as equally about lines all over men's faces, gritting teeth, clenched fists, adult women who look no more than fifteen, and characters that had one weird eye because drawing symmetrical eyes is hard. The issue begins with Darkstar and Homeless Mo flying off to help Flint stop the space sex slave traders. Homeless Mo can tell something's bothering Darkstar because he has even more lines on his face than normal. Homeless Mo says, "You look way more like a male character than usual. Is something bothering you?" And Darkstar is all, "Let me tell you the story of the day everything went wrong and I lost my innocence about the job and I became a cynical bastard who flaunts the rules because the rules can't save anybody!" Darkstar's origin is that his planet was destroyed by a race raiding it for resources. He was one of the few survivors and was approached by a Darkstar to join the force. He did because what else was left for him? Also maybe he could help some other poor planet. When he finally got his chance to help out, he screwed up and everybody on the planet under his protection died. So now he's bitter and angry and guilt-ridden. But he's still got a job to do so he's going to stop pitying himself and do it. Plus he'll probably need to beat whomever he suspects of doing anything wrong and maybe kill them because playing by the rules just didn't cut it for the people on Jenuwyne.

Zack Morris could be jerking off into Steve Urkel's mouth while the Spice Girls girl powered each other's buttholes and it would be less 90s than this page of art. Not?

Hawkman and Hawkwoman stumbled upon the space sex slave traders when they tried to kidnap a friend of theirs. Apparently she and Carla White are the only two women worth missing on a massive rocket ship filled to the brim with kidnapped women. Also, did Hawkman lose Superman's number? He could have just called him to stop the ship and then...oh wait. Never mind. I forgot Superman is dead. Loser. Oh man. I'm so sexist. I mean, oh woman. I'm so sexist. I assumed only women were being taken as space sex slaves but there are male humans in shackles aboard the ship too. That seems weird because why kidnap men when you could just tell them, "Hey, you want to have tons of sex with strange and exotic space women?" And then before they heard you mumble "and space men too," they'd have already been shouting, "Yee-haw! I'mma gonna get my dick space wet! Whoopee!" If that reaction doesn't ring true as a universal way of pre-celebrating the coming loss of your virginity, forget I even said it.

Somebody needs explain Earth slang to Colos and also the term "Phrasing!"

Hawkman slips into a hatch on the slaver ship before it closes. Weird to still be closing hatches in the middle of a space launch but since I don't work for NASA or Space X, I can't say if that's all that improbable. I'm sure it's totally fine. Darkstar and his sidekick follow close behind Hawkman but since the hatch is closed, they have to smash through it. That also doesn't interfere with the launch. I'm glad I know nothing about the incredible frictional forces and heat build up produced by launching a large metal ship out of Earth's atmosphere or I might now be stroking my chin and shaking my head while mumbling, "Oh, come on!" Also it's a fucking comic book so who cares? As long as some people get masered and Hawkwoman shows more ass and cleavage, the audience is going to come back for more.

Hawkman is crying because another man saved his life. On Thanagar, that means you're now Hawkwoman.

That last caption may have sounded like a sexist joke but it was commentary about the hyper-masculinity of Hawkman. He probably also said, "No homo," after being saved and then punched holes in five different walls. Meanwhile, Hawkwoman and Detective Jamón-Face continue fighting the space sex slavers on Earth.

Here's half of what the audience is clamoring for.

Even Hawkwoman must be tired of Hawkman's toxic masculinity or else why would she call him half-cocked? What an insult! Darkstar Flint and Hawkwoman stop Pappas and his alien crew. Flint takes off to leave the clean-up to Hawkwoman and the cops. But before he leaves, he shoots his maser at people so the audience can get the other half of what they want out of this book. Is "Darkstars" an anagram of "tits and masers"? Close though, right?

This was the most practiced pose in 90s super hero comics.

What were we fucking smoking in the 90s?! I only say "we" metaphorically; I fucking hated this style of art even back then. There's a reason I don't own Wild C.A.T.S. #1 or any of the other debut Image books. I didn't even pick them up for investment purposes! Don't think I didn't buy my share of crap though! I kept buying The New Titans well past issue #100; it's just that I didn't buy crap simply because everybody was raving about the new kinetic art style by a bunch of young up and coming artists who probably had high school year book quotes like "Why would I study anatomy?" and "Thigh legs are as thick as torsos, right?" I just discovered, six issues in, that Homeless Mo's name is Douglas. How did I get it so wrong?! That's the most rhetorical of rhetorical questions. I could go back through the issues to see why I thought his name was Mo but that feels like work. Also, I probably just forgot his name and made up Homeless Mo subsequently fooling myself into believing that was his real name.

What the fuck?! Darkstar just called him Douglas in the previous panel!

Well, I guess that solves the mystery. His name must be Mo Douglas and he's homeless. Grandmaster comic book reader? As Darkstar and Mo and Hawkman break into the slave pen, Carla White rallies the other prisoners to pick up the fallen guards weapons and fight back. They respond by throwing their fists in the air and yelling, "Yeah! We can fight too!" But things don't work out too well for them because they aren't established characters.

If I ever wind up in a battle for my life and I'm killed, please do not chastise me for giving up.

With the help of Carla White, Darkstar, Mo, and Hawkman take control of the slave ship and turn it back towards Earth. Darkstar stares at Carla and begins calculating how much gold he brought with him to see if his budget can afford another deputy. Although judging by the next issue's cover, Carla will just be taking over Detective Flint's job. Darkstars #6 Rating: B. Was this the type of guest appearances that go us comic book readers so fucking excited back in the day?! Hawkman and Hawkwoman could have been any character at all based on the level of interaction they had with the other characters. I guess all we comic book fans need to be happy is somebody in our favorite character's costume and we'll dish out the cover price of books we'd otherwise not read. On one hand, I think it's poor form for DC to use Hawkman and Hawkwoman so shallowly just to get fans to buy this book. But on the other hand, I hate Hawkman so fuck his fans.

[harley-sunday]

Wednesday

Requested by anon: Hii would you mind doing a Mouse x reader where the reader has trust issues but he’s really persistent and all and eventually the reader says yes??

Pairing: Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz x reader

Warnings: language.

AN: Another Mouse request, yay :) Enjoy!

“Hey,”

You look up from the paperwork you’re filling out and see Mouse standing in front of your desk. From where he’s stood he has to look up to you a little and he does, smiling, eyes twinkling, “It’s Wednesday again.”

“I know,” you bite back, a little louder than you intended, not really looking at him but instead keeping your eyes on the paperwork in front of you.

“So, then you also know what I’m about to ask you,” Mouse replies, unfazed by your attitude.

Still not looking at him, you nod slowly, your lips pursed together, because you do, you know what’s coming next. For the past seven weeks, since you began working here, filling in for desk sergeant Platt who’s on a two-month honeymoon, this has been his spiel every Wednesday without fail.

“(Y/N),” he starts, waiting for you to look at him. You do, eventually, because it would be rude not to. He smiles again when he has your attention and continues, “Will you go out with me on Friday?”

“Mouse, I-” you start but he holds up his hand to stop you.

“It’s another no, isn’t it?” He says, looking defeated if only for a second. He soon regains his composure and throws you another one of his wicked smiles, “No worries. I’ll just try again next week.”

And with that he leaves you behind, making his way upstairs without so much as looking back at you. Your eyes follow him and you mentally curse yourself and your stupid trust issues.

A series of knocks on your desk pulls you out of your thoughts mere seconds later, “You and I, we’re going out for drinks on Friday,” Erin says, pointing her finger at you and then to the stairs Mouse just disappeared onto, “Because we need to talk about this.”

==

“Girl, that man is willing to tear down your walls brick by brick if he has to, no matter how long it will take him,” Erin states simply before she takes another sip of her drink.

“Yeah, but-”

“Nah-ah, no buts, not this time,” Erin counters, shaking her head, “He’s one of the good guys.”

You sigh, annoyed at Erin, but only because you know she’s right. You glance at the bar, where Mouse is enjoying drinks with the rest of the guys. Her words echo in your mind and unsure of how to reply you start peeling at the label of your bottle of beer, biting your lip, trying to fight the tears that have suddenly formed in your eyes. Erin’s hand stops you from completely shredding the label and it’s then you look up at her, “What if I’m not good enough?”

“Oh, honey,” Erin places her arm around you and pulls you close, “You are, believe me.”

But the self-loathing has already begun, and you can’t stop, “Erin, come on, look at me! I am average-looking at best, I’m a desk sergeant, but not really, because I’m just a temp, so I don’t even belong to a station, instead I’m just floating from one job to the other because nobody wants me all the time,” you take a swig of your beer, “I’ve been single since, oh about forever, and my last boyfriend broke up with me because he thought our relationship had been a waste of his time. The fuck? Who even says that?”

“An asshole,” Erin mutters under her breath. She only met your ex once or twice, but she hates him with a passion that might even rival your own. She sits up and looks you in the eye, “Listen, I know you’ve been through a lot with that fucker,” she all but spits out the word, “but I promise you, Mouse is nothing like him.”

You shrug, trying to leave the pity-party that you threw yourself but failing, so you wallow some more.

“This is the last I’m going to say about it,” Erin says, interrupting your thoughts, “because one; you need to get your shit together and just enjoy life, easy as that, and two; I’m getting frustrated and I really don’t want to get mad at you about this but I know I will if this goes on any longer, so,” she puts her bottle down on the table and turns toward you, “give him a chance. You won’t be disappointed, I swear.”

“On Zack Morris’ life?” you ask, one eyebrow raised, referring to the goldfish you both took care of when you shared a dorm while going through the academy together. The important stuff was always validated by swearing on the damn goldfish’ life. 

Erin lets out a throaty laugh, “On Zack Morris’ life, you dork.”

You smile and glance at Mouse again, no longer ignoring the butterflies you feel every time you look at him.

==

Today has been a blur of phone calls, paperwork, and a case that has the entire team dispatched to the other side of town while you try to hold down the fort on your own. All while you’re trying to compile a list of everything you need to hand back to sergeant Platt this Friday. You keep getting interrupted and by the time the end of your shift is drawing near you are so over this day you could cry.

It’s then the phone rings and your tone of voice isn’t the nicest when you answer, “Chicago PD, how can I help you?”

“It’s Wednesday again,”

You let out a laugh, because honestly, you had forgotten all about it. “I know,” you reply, your voice soft now. Judging by the background noises, Mouse is in a car and you hope it means the case has been solved and he’s coming back to the precinct.

“So then you know what I’m about to ask you,”

You nod, but then realise he can’t actually see you, “Yes.”

“(Y/N), will you go out with me on Friday?”

“Mouse, I,” you start and you can hear him starting to protest so you continue before he has a chance to stop you, “I would love to.”

[gurlcreature]

movies I watched (for the first time) in 2016

(my favorites are starred…)

Spice World, Big Fish, Welcome to Me, Jawbreaker*, Practical Magic, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Charlie’s Angels, Pee Wee’s Big Adventure*, Montage of Heck, Austin Powers 2*, Super, American Beauty*, Room*, Diary of a Teenage Girl, Bridesmaids, Kelly & Cal, Seven Chinese Brothers, Stanford Prison Experiment, Hackers, Be Kind Rewind*, Reality Bites, Jennifer’s Body, Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Young Adult, It’s Such A Beautiful Day, Pulp Fiction*, Room 237, There Will Be Blood*, Adaptation, Requiem For A Dream, Me and You and Everyone We Know, Where the Wild Things Are, Eraserhead, Slums of Beverly Hills, Brazil, Life Aquatic with Steve Zusso*, Fish Tank, The Revenant*, Steve Jobs, Birdman*, District 9, Being John Malkovich*, Hateship Loveship, Heavenly Creatures, Midnight Special*, My Left Foot, World of Tomorrow, Tracks, SLC Punk, 2001: A Space Odyssey*, Somewhere, Bronson, Eagle Vs. Shark, Rubber, Kill Bill: Volume One*, Kill Bill: Volume Two*, Trainspotting*, Walk the Line, Django Unchained, Just Jim, Zack Galifinakis: Live at the Purple Onion, Comet, Take Shelter*, American History X, Anomalisa, Me and Earl and the Dying Girl, Reservoir Dogs, Fargo*, The Royal Tenenbaums*, Synecdoche New York, Swiss Army Man*, Beginners, The Game, I Love You Phillip Morris, Harold and Maude*, The Big Short, Ex Machina*, Spring Breakers*, Obvious Child, Beautiful Losers, Lost in Translation*, Talulah, Creature from the Black Lagoon, The Double*, Suicide Squad, Little Miss Sunshine, Basketball Diaries, Revolutionary Road, Little Children, The Reader, Wolf of Wall Street, Submarine*, Shotgun Stories, Boyz n the Hood, Girl Interrupted, Blue Valentine, Elephant Man, The Silence of the Lambs, Cut Bank, One Hour Photo, Watchmen, Amy, Whiplash, Precious*, The Fighter, Black Swan, Brokeback Mountain, About Schmidt, The Voices, Hairspray (1980)*, John Waters: This Filthy World, The Blob, American Honey*, Psycho*, Mud, Cleo from 5 to 7*, The Captive, Charlie Countryman, Under the Skin, Beasts of the Southern Wild*, Closet Monster, Certain Women, Stanley Kubrick’s Boxes, Scream, The Bling Ring, Full Metal Jacket*, As Good As It Gets, Moonlight*, Running on Empty, The Grand Budapest Hotel*, Queen Mimi, O Brother Where Art Thou?, Burn After Reading, Austin Powers: Goldmember, There’s Something About Mary, Punch-Drunk Love*, Repo Man, Loving, Funny Games, Homemakers, The Fisher King, Stranger than Fiction, Junebug, Cake, La La Land*, Space Jam, But I’m a Cheerleader, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

my favorite 2016 release was Moonlight. I watched 226 movies total this year!!

[stargazing-imagines]

Saved By The Bell Rewrite *Season One Masterlist*

Summary: After the tragic death of your parents in a car accident, the Kapowski’s take you in as one of their “many” children, unfold the chaos of Bayside with Kelly and the Gang up till graduation day! Good luck!

Pairing: Zack Morris x Fem!reader, slight Male!OC x Fem!Reader, as well as slight Slater x Fem!reader

Dancing to the Max *Coming soon*

The Lisa Card

The Gift

Fatal Distraction

Screech's Women

Aloha Slater

The Subsititute

Cream for a Day

Pinned to the Max

Beauty and the Screech

The Friendship Buisness

The Mama's and The Papa's

The Election

The Zack Tapes

King of the Hill

Save that Tiger

Extra's

Coming Soon

[stargazing-imagines]

Don’t leave me! — Zack Morris x fem!reader

Description: it is the year after summer break and you come back to bayside with a dark side, but with the gangs help you get back to your sweet caring self

Warnings: mention of divorce, mention of new step-parent, bad writing, I had to do research for yandere for this so if half of this is wrong. I apologize

Fandom: saved by the bell

Requested: yes but I changed it because I don’t get the Yandere part so if this isn’t what you want, I’m sorry

It was the first day of your senior year and you were dreading it. After hearing the news of your parent’s divorce you style and attitude towards people has changed.

“Hey y/n.” Smiled zack “how come I didn’t see you much this summer?”

“I was busy.” You said as you didn’t take your eyes off of your locker, before shutting it and walking away

“Wait… I’m not done.”

“Save it morris, I don’t want to hear it.”

With that you walked away snuggling your books to your chest, with Zack looking at you weirdly

——

You were at the max reading a textbook before Kelly and the girls sat with you.

“Hey y/n! Why weren’t you at cheer practice?” Asked Kelly as she placed her books onto the table, folding her hands. You rolled your eyes

“I don’t know, decided that wasn’t for me.” You said, your eyes not leaving the book, the three girls looked at each other before looking back at you

“Is everything ok? You seem kinda off.” Asked Kelly

“I’m fine.” You said “see you.”

With that, you left The Max.

---

"Guys we ned to figure out what is wrong with Y/N." said Kelly "It's like talking to another person."

"I agree, she is acting a little weird." said Zack "She doesn't like me flirting with her anymore."

"Its like she is going through an identity crisis." said Jessie

“Maybe something happened to her this summer that she doesn’t want to share it.” Said Mr Belding as he came up the group

“Wait, how do you know?”

“She actually came into my office to talk about it.” Said Mr Belding “apparently her parents are going through a divorce.”

“That’s awful.” Said Kelly as she looked down “What can we do to help her?”

“Maybe you could be there for her instead of trying to figure out what wrong with her.”

“He’s right guys, we need to be there for Y/n.” Said Zack

——

It was that night and you were sitting on your bed packing your bag, as Zack came in

“Hey, may I come in?”

“Sure.” You said as you kept looking at your suitcase

“Why are you packing?” Asked Zack, you sighed before speaking

“My mom doesn’t want me so I’m living with my dad in South Carolina until my mom can get her stuff together,”

“But you are coming back… because I need you.”

“Look, I need you to but maybe this distance will be best for us.” You said “we didn’t exactly work out last year and-“

“Yeah but-“

“Why don’t you date Kelly?” You asked “she seems like a lovely girl.”

After you said that, Zack grabbed you from behind giving you a hug, as his voice breaks

“Please don’t leave me.” Said Zack “I’m sorry for not realizing sooner.”

“I’m sorry Zack but I have to…”

——

Saved by the bell masterlist

[stargazing-imagines]

Lose you to love me — Zack Morris x Fem!Reader

Lose you to love me : Zack Morris mini fic

Description: you and Zack have been best friends for years, but what happens when an old friend of you and Zack comes back and catches Zack’s attention?

Warnings: heartbreaks, cheating, more to be announced

Pairing: Zack x Kelly, Zack x Reader, Slater x Reader, Oc x Reader

I found this on my side blog @hannahsmulti and thought I would transfer it here!

Table of Contents

The New Girl *coming soon*

[stargazing-imagines]

I’m officially on Christmas/semester break from school so that means I’ll be posting some fics!! Here are the fics coming

Cross: done

Sick — Jeremiah fisher and fem!reader

The grudge — Conrad fisher x fem!reader (part two)

Trouble on ice — Brandon Walsh x FigureSkater!Reader

Taste of fatherhood — Zack Morris x TeenMother!Reader

That all I’ll be working on!! Stay tuned!!

[stargazing-imagines]

Saved by the bell Rewrite Masterlist

Description: after the death of your parents in a tragic car accident, you are forced to live with your cousin Kelly in the palisades area. Join the gang at bayside for a unforgettable 4 years. Time out!

Pairings: Zack x fem!reader, Slater x fem!reader, Zack x Kelly, Slater x Jessie, oc x fem!reader

This rewrite will only be available on tumblr under the name @stargazing-imagines

*Out Now!!*

Seasons

Season 1

Season 2

Season 3

Season 4

College years

Season 1

Extras

Coming soon

Edited — 05/26/24

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

can you do a zack morris from the college year x reader Smut? if you have time

The only requests I’m doing are Elvis ones at the moment.

Sorry x

[stargazing-imagines]

Hey. I have been thinking of writing fanfics that have SBTB team along with the other stuff I write. What are your tips?

And I would like to request a Zack Morris fanfic x reader. And it can be college years or before college years. And they are dating.

Have a great day.

I already answered the top one for you, but you’re request. I will take! But it may take a while before I can write it but I’ll have it saved!