#Brandon Butler imagine

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Just for fun, imagine this as the cast/contestants of an American adaptation of “Physical 100”:

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, actor/former pro wrestler

Martin Sensmeier, actor/model

Jason Momoa, actor

Adam Driver, actor/former U.S. Marine

Brie Larson, actress

Brandon Curry, bodybuilder

Christian Guzman, bodybuilder/YouTuber

Bradley Martin, bodybuilder/YouTuber

Kali Muscle, bodybuilder/actor/YouTuber

Nonito Donaire, boxer

Deontay Wilder, boxer

Mary McGee, boxer

Andre Ward, boxer (retired)

Lauren Taylor, CrossFit

Jocko Willink, former Navy SEAL

Cydney Gillon, IFBB professional figure and fitness competitor

Renee Enos, influencer/bodybuilder

Massy Arias, influencer/health and fitness coach

Jen Selter, influencer/fitness model

Lauren Drain, influencer/fitness model

Logan Paul, influencer/WWE wrestler

Jake Paul, influencer/boxer

Mike Trout, MLB

Bryce Harper, MLB

Mark Kolozsvary, MLB

Jesus Ferreira, MLS

Zach LaVine, NBA

Steph Curry, NBA

Seth Curry, NBA

Jimmy Butler, NBA

Jordan Clarkson, NBA

Jeremy Lin, NBA/PLG

Shaquille O’Neal, NBA (retired)

Brock Purdy, NFL

Patrick Mahomes, NFL

Jimmy Garoppolo (“Jimmy G”), NFL

Jalen Hurts, NFL

Joe Burrow, NFL

Josh Allen, NFL

Tyreek Hill, NFL

Phil Kessel, NHL

Becky Sauerbrunn, NWSL

Ariel Torres, Olympic bronze medalist in karate

Nevin Harrison, Olympic gold medalist in canoeing

Jennifer Valente, Olympic gold medalist in cycling

Andrew Capobianco, Olympic gold medalist in diving

Nathan Chen, Olympic gold medalist in figure skating

Alex Hall, Olympic gold medalist in freestyle skiing

Simone Biles, Olympic gold medalist in gymnastics

Aly Raisman, Olympic gold medalist in gymnastics

Gabby Douglas, Olympic gold medalist in gymnastics

Sunisa “Suni” Lee, Olympic gold medalist in gymnastics

Lindsey Vonn, Olympic gold medalist in skiing

Chloe Kim, Olympic gold medalist in snowboarding

Nick Baumgartner, Olympic gold medalist in snowboarding

Katie Ledecky, Olympic gold medalist in swimming

Nathan Adrian, Olympic gold medalist in swimming

Michael Cherry, Olympic gold medalist in track and field

Rai Benjamin, Olympic gold medalist in track and field

Athing Mu, Olympic gold medalist in track and field

Katie Moon, Olympic gold medalist in track and field (pole vault)

David Taylor, Olympic gold medalist in wrestling

Nyjah Huston, professional skateboarder

Matt Ladley, professional snowboarder

Mia Fishel, professional soccer player (Tigres UANL Femenil)

Brian Shaw, professional strongman

Jerry Pritchett, professional strongman

Dom Gabriel (“Dom Cruise”), reality TV star (The Mole/Perfect Match)

Joey Sasso, reality TV star (The Circle/Perfect Match)

Kolohe Andino, surfer

Gemma Nguyen, stunt performer/martial artist (see: Gamology)

Noah Fleder, stunt performer (see: Gamology)

Vincent Bouillon, stunt performer (see: John Wick Chapter 4)

Chris Brewster, stunt performer (see: Daredevil)

Lateef Crowder dos Santos, stunt performer (see: The Mandalorian)

Danica Goodheart, U.S. Army veterinarian and NPC Figure competitor

Colby Covington, UFC

Julianna Peña, UFC

Stipe Miocic, UFC

Dustin Jacoby, UFC

Kelvin Gastelum, UFC

Beneil Dariush, UFC

Max Holloway, UFC

Cub Swanson, UFC

Matt Schnell, UFC

Tatiana Suarez, UFC

Rose Namajunas, UFC

Holly Holm, UFC

Breanna Stewart, WNBA

Candace Parker, WNBA

Roman Reigns, WWE

Dolph Ziggler, WWE

Alexa Bliss, WWE

Cody Rhodes, WWE

Ronda Rousey, WWE/former MMA fighter

Brock Lesnar, WWE/former MMA fighter

Mikhail Varshavski (“Dr. Mike”), YouTuber and amateur boxer

Cassey Ho (“Blogilates”), YouTuber

Adrienne Mishler (“Yoga with Adrienne”), YouTuber

Jeff Cavaliere (“ATHLEAN-X”), YouTuber/bodybuilder

[justauthoring]

it’s been a long while.

Request: oh hey, if you want - could you write something where the reader was involved in season 4 shenanigans and gets to see scott reed at the graduation again? like they’ve been dating the whole but couldn’t see each other bc he was at college? thanks!!!!!!

Pairing: Scott Reed x Reader Word Count: 651 Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Your eyes searched for him through the crowd.

After everything, everything you and your friends had been through, after enduring it all... all you wanted to do was see him.

He promised he’d come, and when you’d seen him sitting in the crowd during the graduation ceremony you’d been more then happy. It’d been a while since you’d been able to see him, and even though the two of you had still texted and called every night throughout the year -- there was something different, more... intimate, about actually being able to see him in person.

You remember being there for his graduation, and finally, it was your turn.

“Y/N/N!”

You recognize his voice instantly. A bright smile curls onto your lips, eyes twinkling with delight as you turn, immediately finding his eyes already on your own. He’s right in front of you and you waste no time crossing the distance between the both of you, practically jumping into his arms. He doesn’t miss a beat, wrapping his arms around your waist and moving with you as you laugh out in joy.

You barely notice the small amount of attention you’ve managed to gather by your reunion, or your parents gazes who watch on with a fond smile. All your attention is stolen strictly by him, of being in his arms once more after so long of being apart. Face-timing and texting was one thing, but being with him was entirely something else.

A something else you’ve missed very much.

Pulling back with a soft laugh, he sets you down on your feet carefully, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist loosely as you glance up to meet his blue eyes. He’s smiling down at you with that charming smile of his that you’ve missed seeing in person so much, while your own smile hasn’t faded even a little since you first caught sight of him.

“You made it,” you breathe, voice a hushed whisper as you smile up at him.

Moving one hand to cup your cheek, Scott nods. “Of course, I made it. I promised didn’t I?”

You nod, without hesitation and easily. “I know, I know,” you assure, letting out a light laugh. “I was just nervous something would get in the way. Last minute sort of thing.”

“Well, like you, i’m done school for the year,” he grins widely, “and I have every intention of spending every waking moment with you. I’ve missed you too much to spend it with anyone else.”

Letting out a giggle, you shake your head; “at least we can agree on one thing.”

His hand softly brushes back strands of curled hair, “i’m sorry I couldn’t go to your prom.”

You shrug the apology away. “I went to your prom, remember?” You raise a teasing brow. “Besides, I just went with Ani and Jess. It was fun.”

“Still--”

“Don’t even worry about it, Reed,” you cut him off with a shake of your head. “It’s not your fault, and besides,” a mischievous grin grows on your lips as you curl into him, wrapping around arms around his waist while never tearing your gaze away from his own. “I have you now. And that’s all that matters.”

Chuckling, Scott nods, leaning down to press his lips against your own.

“Oh, my God! Scott Reed, is that you?”

Scott groans as he pulls away from the kiss, glancing in the direction of the voice like you only to find Zach Dempsey making his way over to the two of you. You glance over at Scott with a giggle with you notice the dejected look in his eyes, setting a hand against his chest with a shake of your head. “He’s been looking forward to catching up since I told him you were coming,” you explain.

Scott nods, but doesn’t seize frowning. “Couldn’t he wait until after I was done kissing you?”

You just snort.

-

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One last Time Part 5.1

A/N: inspired by the song: exile by Taylor Swift and Bon Iver Request are open again. 5.2 will be posted tomorrow. 

Upcoming Scheduele: Requests

Word count:  1193

Part: 5/5

Warning: language perhaps, mention of death

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3  Part 4

Originally posted by lovetyler-chalex

Gif: Doesn’t belong to me.

After the encounter with Winston. I headed to school. Just as I was parking my car in my usual spot, I saw in the corner of my eyes Justin, Clay, and Tony walking up to me. “Y/N we need to talk,” said Tony. “No I have to get to class as fast as possible.” and with that, I left the three boys standing in the parking lot. I headed towards my locker to grab my books for my first lesson. For the first time since Monty’s death, Winston wasn’t waiting for me by my locker. I brushed it off knowing he won’t show up today to school since he needs to prepare everything for tonight. I grabbed my stuff and closed my locker. Turning around I crashed into a hard chest. The fragrance the person was wearing smelled very familiar. It was none else than Scott Reed my ex-boyfriend who wanted to stop me from proving Monty’s innocence. I stepped away and tried walking away but he grabbed my arm and I stood still not moving nor turning around to look at him. Suddenly Clay was standing in front of me. “We need to talk he said.” “Fine.” I finally gave in and to be honest I didn’t want to attend Math class without Winston. I followed the four boys out of school. Finally, Scott spoke for the first time asking me to get into Tony’s car, which I did.

We drove off to Tony’s apartment. Caleb, Tony’s boyfriend greeted us and asked me if I wanted to drink something to which I shook my head. I took a seat on the chair facing the four boys sitting on the couch. “I know Winston knows the truth and I know you know about what Monty did to Tyler.” I kept starring blankly at the wall in front of me listening to Clay talking. “I know that you for a fact that you don’t want to believe it and that you still see the good in him. You always did that and always will do that. You always managed to see the good in people even though some of them were evil or even monstrous. I know for a fact that Monty cared about you and I know that friendship; that your friendship was very strong and I envied you for the bond you two had for years until I found this connection with people through Hannah’s death. Those people I learned to call friends and I’d do anything to protect them and to save them. Just like what you did for Monty and what you are still doing for him and Monty.”  Justin spoke and said “You need to know that that’s what we are doing right now Y/N. It’s not because we hate Monty, well we don’t. Look Scott and I played baseball with Monty for years and somehow at one point in our lives he was our friend. But we’ve got other people to protect, other people we dearly love.” “Monty is dead and you can’t bring him back to life. You can’t save someone who’s already gone. We are trying to save someone’s future and Monty… Monty is…” I interrupted Scott angrily  “Monty what Scott? Monty what? Huh, You lied for so long and hide so much shit from me so don’t you dare come here and speak poorly of Monty. Don’t come here and tell me, Monty… You’re not allowed to even mention him.” “What they’re trying to say is that you can’t save Monty anymore,” said Caleb touching my shoulder. A single tear slid down my face while I was starring at the wall in front of me. “What do you want me to do?” I asked with a shaking voice. “Help us stop Winston from revealing the truth.” “No,” I said standing up and walking out through the front door making sure to slam the door shut. Scott ran after me saying: “Y/N please.” I turned around and said: “I think I’ve seen this film before and I didn’t like the ending. So I’m not letting Winston down as I did to Monty.” I turned back around and walked to the bus station and sat down on the bench waiting for the bus, which can take me back to school to get my car and head to the meeting point to help Winston and check on him.

Suddenly a familiar grey car pulled up It was Scott. He rolled his windows done and asked if I needed a ride to school, which I gladly accepted. I got into the car and We sat in uncomfortable silence until Scott decided to break the silence first. “Comfortable silence is overrated, don’t you think?.” I hummed in reply. “You’ve changed. It’s like I never knew you or I just don’t know you anymore.” “Well, we always walked a very thin line,” I replied. “Maybe,” he said. “ What went wrong Y/N?” “You’re not my homeland anymore Scott.” “Why did you destroy yourself and switched to a self-destruction modus?” I didn’t say anything. “ You are so blind Y/N and you don’t see the mistakes you’re making.” “We aren’t together anymore Scott so what am I defending?” The look in his eyes adds insults to my injuries. “ I don’t get your point. We aren’t together anymore so who am I offending now?” “You left me so you could open a closed case and destroy living people’s lives.” “ Is that what you think this is all about. Well, you’re wrong. You never.. You didn’t even hear me out when I tried telling you that I’m helping Winston. By the way, for your information, we wanted to know the truth for ourselves but you made it hard for us with all your lies, so we decided to also comfort Estella and Mrs. Walker and the moment the sheriff became involved you all made mistakes which led us to the truth and now I know that every single one of you is a liar. So don’t you dare come here accusing me of ruining lives, because all of you ruined mine and will ruin Alex’s, Zach’s and Jessica’s life. Alex will go to jail and maybe Zach too. Jessica might as well because she lied to the police. And that is all going to happen because you all couldn’t shut up and keep a secret and trying to do just that made you reveal it more and more.” There was silence again. Scott’s grip on the steering wheel made his knuckles turn white. After a while, Scott said: “I never learned to read your mind. I hope I did could’ve noticed the madness going through you sooner. I wish I could’ve turned things around and help you instead of causing you more pain but I couldn’t turn things around, cause you never gave a warning sign.” “ I gave so many signs,” I replied. “ You didn’t even see the signs,” I mumbled to myself. Once we arrived at school. I got out of Scott’S car and went to mine and drove off to meet Winston at the hut.

….to be continued….

[storiesbymads]

BUSTED ( scott reed . )

Scott and his girlfriend get caught reaching third base in the locker room. 

warnings: smut, pwp, oral (male recieving), swearing, public sex

word count: 0.7k

Baby, you’re gonna have to be real quick if we’re gonna do this,” Scott said, hesitantly leading you into the boy’s locker room after making sure everyone had left.

“And you’re gonna have to be quiet,” You chuckled as he pressed you against the door to the room, smirking as his hot breath fanned across your face. His practice uniform was balled up in your fists as you pulled him closer to you, the thrill of his team so nearby excited you.

“I don’t think I’m the one that usually has a prob-” his voice was cut short by his own moan, the angelic sound echoing around the empty room. You were pressing kisses against his jaw, trailing your tongue over the edge before moving to his neck. The feeling was causing his adams apple to bop incessantly.

“Y/N/N, please,” he whined as his hands moved to grasp your hips, his fingertips digging into the covered flesh slightly. You shushed him before pecking his lips and dragging him to a locker, pressing his back against it as you knelt in front of him. A very visible tent had formed in his pants by now, begging to be released as more whines trickled out from him.

His belt was unbuckled and thrown onto the ground beside you, his actions becoming more and more impatient the longer you teased him. You popped open the two buttons, helping him push the fabric low enough but not too low incase someone were to barge in at any moment. The boxer briefs he was wearing now looked painfully tight as you palmed him through them, his face flushed and lust clouding his vision.

“Do. Something,” he grumbled as his fingers threaded themselves through your hair.

“What was that, Scotty,” your voice was laced with fake innocence as you slipped yours fingers into the waistband, tugging slightly to tease him. A wet spot had started to form in the front of his boxers from pre-cum, the look on his face seemed more pained than anything as he tried to restrain himself from yanking down his boxers and completing the job with your mouth himself.

“Fuck, if you don’t do something soon, I’m breaking up with you,” a strangled groan came from him as you slipped his boxer briefs down to meet his pants, balling up the front of his practice jersey to move it out of your way. A small kiss was pressed to his bright red tip before you took him in, going down about half way before pulling up. Loud moans were now coming from Scott, anyone in the school could probably hear him by now but it’s not like you were going to stop now.

“You like that, Scotty?” you asked as your hand began to pump him, collecting saliva from where your mouth had been and spreading it.

“Fuck, so much,” you looked up through hooded eyes to see his own screwed shut, his head thrown back against the top of the gym lockers. You continued to look up at him as you took him in your mouth once more, bobbing back and forth while your tongue swirled around when you reached the head. His cock began to hit the back of your throat, the sensation causing you to audibly gag as more groans came from Scott.

“You’re doing so good, babygirl,” his voice came out shaky as he ran his fingers through your hair to move it out of your face. His dick twitched slightly as you continued to deep throat him before a loud bang echoed through the room, signalling someone else had entered the locker room.

“Scott, the coa-” Zach’s voice rang out as you pulled off of Scott, his cum running down your throat as you swallowed everything he had let out. You helped Scott pull his pants and boxers up, covering himself from his teammate as his already flushed face turned an even brighter red.

“Well, now I know why you’re missing, should I just tell Coach you left and I couldn’t find you,” Zach said as his hand flew to cover his eyes from the unholy act he’d just witnessed.

“Y-yeah, yeah, whatever works for you,” Scott’s voice came out as more of a squeak as he answered, moving to stand in front of you as you just laughed at the ordeal. A short glare was sent your way as Zach exited to locker room, Scott’s hand reaching for yours as he led you out shortly after.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” you asked him as he rushed you to his car, fumbling with the keys.

“It’s your turn now,” he grumbled, slamming his car door shut as he placed a hand on your thigh and started the car.

[13reasonswhylove]

[starshipsofstarlord]

Young and Dumb | Part 2

“I believe I first met you in my parents’ pharmacy. I’m sure you don’t need the map to find it, everyone has the knowledge of where it is.  I was helping my mum restock the shelves, and you came in with a black hoodie and sunglasses on. Obviously, you didn’t want to be recognised, or maybe you did, who knows.

I asked if there was anything you needed help with, and your eyes went wide behind the expensive frames. From your posture, it was clear that you were unsettled by something. This something meant a lot to you, and you were nervous in telling me, a stranger.

It had only been the first week or two of school since I moved, so I didn’t blame you for that. The blame comes later on in this story. But I took an interest in you, not when you were getting all of that attention that you seemed to draw instantly when you walked through the halls of school, but when you were trying your best to avoid any of it.

I know that you knew who I was, you knew Justin, and Zach… and Bryce. You also seemed to become Jessica’s new bestie when we split ways, in a strange way, when the two of you connected, I felt as though you had stolen something from me.

But again, it was her choice to invite you to her house to study, and invite her to the parties that she threw. Courtney even told me that Jess always asked you what she should wear before they started, and now I understand how her fashion had improved significantly.”

Clay paused the tape as Tony pulled up beside him, and the teenager instinctively threw the door open and climbed into the passenger’s side. He pushed the headphones down to his neck as he looked at his friend, who appeared to be studying him far too closely for his liking.

“What?” He breathed, throwing his head back into the seat of the vehicle. Everyone was watching him, they had all had the tapes before him, so they knew that he was listening to their sins. And then also, they knew his. Both sides held the ammunition, even more so since he had yet to discover the case against him.

“Which tape are you on?” Tony was blunt, but he had an idea as he saw Clay’s interest as you walked out of the front doors, Jess on one side and Sheri on your other. It had to be one of you three, yet he was aware of how slow Clay was processing each record of information.

“12 side A.” He answered, his blue eyes drilling into you as you threw your head back in laughter. It wasn’t fair that you had the ability and will to do that after everything, Hannah was still waiting to be buried. Sometimes people were too inconsiderate of those who were lower down on the social food chain than them.

“Don’t judge her before you hear the entire tape. It’s complicated, and messy, and Hannah was not the only victim.” That intel made Clay’s eyes widen in fear. There had been another victim exposed on this tape, and it was disgusting, cruel. Evil.

“Not like Jess was?”

“God no. Thank God no.” Tony answered, looking in his side mirror as you walked away, and joined your boyfriend in his car. “But you better buckle up Clay, that side of the tape is long. Hannah sure had a lot of things to say about (Y/N), some good. Others not so much…”

Clay took out the tape from the player and inserted it in the car. If it was complicated, then Tony could explain it to him. He would still get mad and require a word in private with you, but he needed another opinion. One from an outsider, from someone who didn’t know Hannah as well, although, admittedly Clay didn’t know as much about her as he would have liked to have thought.

“That day though, when we first met gave me the impression that you didn’t thrive off of all of the attention. You liked your alone time, which I could relate to, more than anyone would know. It made me think that no one knew the real you, but I wanted to.

‘Can I help with anything?’ I asked, expecting you to be confident like you were with answers in class, but instead you wrung your hands, and your mouth opened repeatedly, trying to find words but somehow you had lost them. ‘(Y/N).’ I said, which caught your attention finally.

Your disguise clearly had not worked, so you removed the shades, but the hood stayed up. I was relieved to see the lack of a black eye or tears, I knew from then on that you just felt awkward. This was not a predicament that you had found yourself in before.

‘Actually, I’m looking for something’ It was more of a mumble that clear speech, but I still heard, and was happy that I did. I wanted to help, then maybe I could befriend you, and then change my image at Liberty.

‘What?’ Before you answered, you looked terrified, so I grabbed your hands and held them. It seemed to calm you a little, but you still had the instinct to look around to check for other people. My mum had went to the back to grab more stock, so it was just us. You and me, but now I speak this stood alone. There is no one here, just cold walls that don’t even want to move closer to me.

So, those of you who are listening, you can already tell that she created distance between me and her. I bet no one even knew that you had been a great support system once, until it was decided that we should keep our space.

‘Condoms.’ Was your quiet response, you appeared uncomfortable in saying it. At that time or before, I would have assumed that you had no problem with purchasing the contraception, seeing as everyone was far too familiar with you and Scott Reed in the hallways.

‘This way.’ I led you, and it got me thinking. Had you never bought a box before? Was it Scott’s duty that he had failed to uphold, and here you were, running in, when you were in the most need for one?

We got to the aisle, and you haphazardly stared at the selection of the stock. Your eyes were wide, and your mind was turning. ‘Are you okay?’

At my voice you smiled, looking back and forth between me and your necessity. And finally you told me your problem, which did not seem to be troublesome at all. But this was where it all started, it finishes somewhere very different. 

‘I, uh, don’t know which ones to get.’ You appeared embarrassed in confiding this in me, and it really did make me think that you left the buying of them to Scott, until... ‘Me and Scott have never... you know. This was supposed to be a surprise, clearly not a very good one if I don’t know what frickin condoms to but.’

You were definitely embarrassed, your hands were raking through your hair, and there were tears holding back in your eyes. My hand caressed your shoulder and convinced you to look at me.

‘You’re both virgins?’ I asked rather bluntly, and you nodded shamefully. But you had nothing to be ashamed of, even if the news did shock me. The two of you fooled me, and could have fooled anyone considering your relationship. ‘Hey, that’s not a bad thing.’ I was a virgin too, even if others were led to believe differently. ‘It’s all new to the both of you, he’ll love the surprise, and he’d be stupid not to.’

Maybe I shouldn’t have convinced you to go ahead with your plan, but I did anyway. In this moment, you seemed like a nice girl, one who needed guidance rather than the flocks of followers that you were prone to having.

I scanned the selection, and grabbed the most suitable brand. ‘These would be best, just normal, like this and eventually that exchange.’

Clay paused the record as he saw that were at his house. He was astounded by the news of how late you and Scott were to blossoming sexually. There was a large difference between the pair of you and your so called friends.

“Did you know?” The investigator asked Tony, revelling in the newfound, yet old gossip.

“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover Jensen.” He told him. The boy was in for a ride, it was a long tape, for some reason, the longest one.

A/N: Sorry for the formation, I couldn’t add a read more button or a pic. So it’s just like this x

[reducttiddi3es]

[cityofimagines]

IVE NEVER BEEN SO SHOOK I DONT THINK ANY OF US SAW THIS COMING....S3 BOUTTA BE SO WILD HOLY SHIT

[asszawas]

LET US REMEMBER THAT JUSTIN FOLEY IS A SEXUAL ASSAULT SURVIVOR , DOMESTIC ABUSE SURVIVOR AND DRUG ABUSE SURVIVOR

cause I be catching people

slipping on this fact .

[jjmaebank]

Hiya! I just went through your masterlist and I'm officially obsessed with your fanfics ;-; could you please do a fic where Scott Reed and Fem!Reader get paired in Seven Minutes of Heaven at a party and they're both crushing on each other? I'm sorry if it's too much, it's 2 am and I'm buzzed as hell 😹

Scott Reed - Truth or Dare

a/n: I hope you don’t mind I made it truth or dare instead of seven minutes of heaven cuz I already did a fic like that w Justin but its rlly similar :))

You weren’t really much of a party person but your best friend Hannah Baker had dragged you out to this one. It was Jessica Davis’s though, which made you kind of nervous seeing as she was one of the most, if not the most popular girl at Liberty High.

“Do we really have to go?” You whined as you approached the front door of the house that was packed with people from your school.

“Aw come on, (Y/N), don’t get cold feet now! You’ll have fun! Plus…Scott’s here,” Hannah wiggled her eyebrows, being the only person who knew about your colossal crush on the baseball player.

You went red and followed Hannah into Jessica’s house. To say the two of you felt out of place was an under statement, at least Hannah did until she found Clay Jensen. They went off together leaving you alone, standing awkwardly in Jess’s kitchen.

“Having fun, (Y/N)?” Someone asked.

You turned around and saw Jeff Atkins pouring himself a drink.

“Uh, yeah I guess,” you smiled, “I thought you don’t drink?”

“Nah this isn’t for me, my boy Scott just asked me to get him a beer,” Jeff smiled, “why don’t you come over and join us? We’re playing truth or dare.”

The mention of Scott’s name made your heart rate double.

“Oh, I’m not sure I-” you began.

“I’m not taking no for an answer (Y/N), don’t think I don’t notice the way you look at him, I’m gonna wingman you tonight,” Jeff smirked, grabbing your arm and dragging you through the crowd of people in the living room.

You reached the sofa area and saw Jess, Justin, Zach, Bryce, Monty and Scott. You made eye contact with him but quickly looked away.

“Oh, hey (Y/N), I didn’t realise you were coming,” Jessica smiled, “I’m glad though, finally another girl!”

She was drunk. So were half of the people here.

“Come sit down, here,” Jessica giggled, pointing to the spot next to her.

You smiled awkwardly and sat down in between her and Zach.

“So (Y/N), truth or dare?” Monty smirked, his mischievous smile making you uncomfortable.

“Um…truth,” you replied, biting your lip and twiddling your thumbs.

“Told you she’d pick truth…boring!” Monty laughed, looking over to Bryce who was smirking too.

“Fine, dare.” Monty and Bryce’s assumptions of you pissing you off.

“Ooo, okay, that’s more like it!” Bryce laughed.

“I dare you to make out with…Scott,” Monty smirked.

Scott rolled his eyes, it hurt you to say the least.

“Even better, go to that closet, and don’t come out for 3 minutes, see how far you can get Scotty,” Monty added.

“Seriously, Monty?” Scott sighed. Why was he being so rude?

You reluctantly followed Scott to the closet, he practically stomped off towards it. He didn’t have to make it that damn obvious he didn’t have an interest in you.

You both stood there in the dark, awkwardly.

“So, are we gonna do this?” Scott asked.

“Are you kidding me? You expect me to kiss you after you just made it very obvious to everyone there that you really don’t wanna do this?” You scoffed.

“W-what? No that’s not what I meant at all, (Y/N)-” He began to ramble.

“Then what did all that mean, the rolling your eyes, hm?”

“It had nothing to do with you, I swear, there’s nothing I’d rather do more than kiss you, I mean, yeah, well, I just didn’t like the way Monty was acting with you,” Scott stuttered.

You were taken aback. You’d sort of stopped listening after he said there’s nothing he’d rather do more than kiss you.

“So, can I kiss you?” Scott asked quietly after a moment of silence.

“Yeah,” you whispered, feeling his hands grab your waist, pulling you in closer to him.

You felt his lips smash onto yours, your first kiss filled with passion. You melted into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you than he already was. It was just like you’d imagined, your stomach was doing back flips and his touch sent shivers down your spine.

Your lips moved against each other perfectly, like they were dancing. Soon Scott pulled away.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he gasped.

“Trust me…me too.”

a/n: who else is as pissed as I am that we saw absolutely NO Scott reed in the season 3 trailer? I s2g if Scott isn’t in it…I’ll cry

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Rape Culture Has Got To Go! [S.R.]

Request: Could you please do a Scott Reed x reader imagine where she supports Jessica at the homecoming game in the protest and one of the Hillcrest boys grabs her and kisses her and Scott freaks out?

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 699

Hey, hey, ho, ho, rape culture has got to go!

Ignoring the slight shiver of your body, your let your eyes wander across the crowd before and around you. Your lips are parted, voice strained as you repeat the mantra alongside your fellow fellow friends. Beside you, Jessica stands tall and proud, the megaphone never failing to make her voice boom across the football field -- loud and clear.

You know what you’re doing is causing an uproar, but it doesn’t make you falter whatsoever. When you’d signed up to help Jessica, you knew what you were signing up for, and at this point, it was too late to back down. Even if out of the corner of your eye, you see policeman running at the lot of you, you take some of Jessica’s confidence into your own and square your shoulders.

Hey, hey, ho, ho, rape culture has got to go!

Hey, hey, ho, ho, rape culture has got to go!

Briefly, as your eyes scan across the crowd, just wandering, you meet a familiar pair. You falter slightly as you meet Scott’s gaze from afar, catching the expression in his eyes. You can tell, just by looking at him; he’s a little disappointed. This was his big game after all, and you could remember how often he’d talk about it; how nervous he was, etc. It makes you feel just a little bit guilty, but you know your message his important and even he understands that.

But really, all you see is concern. His eyes flicker from the police, to the Hillcrest players, back to you and you realize he wants you to get off the field.

One look at Jessica and you know you can’t.

Hey, hey, ho, ho, rape culture has got to go!

“Hey!”

Pausing, your brows furrow as your attention is pulled elsewhere. The mantra falls silent on your lips as you meet Jessica’s eyes briefly, before the two of you look past her and find a few Hillcrest boys smirking widely at the both of you.

“Nice ass!”

Lips parting in disbelief, you scoff as Jessica turns to them; “fuck you!”

As you stand there, watching Jessica tell the jocks off, you never notice the jock creeping up behind you. It isn’t until you feel arms suddenly wrap around you, causing you to gasp out in surprise as your breasts are aggressively groped, do you realize that you should’ve been paying more attention. Your hands instantly fly to the jock’s wrists, trying to pull his arms away as you stumble over your feet, hating the sound of his laughter fill your eyes. 

“Get off me!” You bellow, managing to rip his hands away from you, you stumbling backwards in result.

As he laughs loudly, clearly proud of himself, you move to step forward, ready to give him a piece of your mind before a body suddenly rushes past you. The figure grabs the jock before you can, delivering a nice harsh punch across the side of the cheek that causes your lips to part. As your eyes rapidly flicker upwards, you realize it’s Scott.

Even as the jock falls to the floor, Scott doesn’t relent. He moves to straddle the boy, and you’re quick to react, finally snapping out of your stupor and rushing forward. Hands falling on Scott’s arms, you pull him back, pulling him off the jock who’d assaulted you before one of the police do.

“Scott, hey!” 

As you pull him back, your eyes flicker, noticing that now because of you, both football teams are now fighting. You’re quick to pull Scott out of there.

Once Scott snaps out of it and the two of you are far enough on your own, Scott turns to you hastily. His hands cup your cheeks without fault, pulling you close against himself. “Are you okay?” He asks with haste, eyes wide, “when I saw that guy just grab you... I mean, fuck, I--”

“Hey, hey, Scott.” Cutting him off, you grab Scott’s hands that still continue to cup your cheeks, pulling his eyes solely on you. “I’m fine.”

With that he lets out a heavy breath; “yeah?”

You nod without fault. “Yeah.”

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Look at her now

Request: The reader is Brandon Butler’s girlfriend and an actress for 13rw, too but she has been dating Brandon Larracuente before, which no one knows about. Brandon L left her for his new girlfriend. When Brandon Butler finds out he’s a bit jealous, but he finds out why the reader fears being hurt.

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Inspiration: Look at her now by Selena Gomez  

A/N: Requests are open for all fandoms. And sorry for my bad English. I hope you like it. I am not really satisfied with this one. It has been a while since I wrote anything fictional. 

Warnings: angst? fluff ? 

Originally posted by fabulousqueen

Gif: Doesn’t belong to me 

Reader x Brandon Butler, Reader x Brandon Larracuente 

Your POV 

Being casted for 13 reasons why was something I always dreamed of. The only thing that hurt the most is seeing your ex-boyfriend who just left you for another girl. Filming the first season was hard. I had to work with Brandon Larracuente a lot and work with him. And I have to say that I hated the fact that I still had feelings for him. 

It always hurts to see him. And the worst part is his girlfriend was always around on set making out with him.

Season two was less painful. There is this new guy on set - Brandon Butler. He is really kind and funny and makes me really happy, but I am not sure if I want this. My previous relationship didn’t have a happy ending. 

I can’t get him out of my head. 

Third POV 

Brandon saw Y/N sitting alone during Lunch and they seemed to be deep in their thoughts. He thought they were beautiful. So, he approached them. 

*Brandon in bold*

“Hey Y/N”

“Hey Brandon” 

“I saw you sitting alone and thought maybe I could join you.” 

“Uhm ... yeah yeah” 

This was the maximum amount of words shared between the two of them. So, one day Brandon decided to change it. 

Brandon POV 

I decided to go to Y/N’s house and speak to her. I really liked her. I just hope she feels the same. I stood in front of her door and rang the bell there is no going back now. They opened the door. 

“Hey Brandon. What are you doing here? Come inside. What do you want to drink?” 

“A cup of water please.” 

They went to grab the drinks and sat on the couch in front of me. 

“I came to talk. Y/N I don’t know how to say this.... Uhm I really like you. Do you maybe want to go to dinner with me?” 

Y/N didn’t say anything for a while and became doubting the idea. 

“Uhm... I don’t think I am ready for this Brandon. I do like you, but I just can’t.” 

“Why not?”

Y/N POV

I wasn’t sure if I should tell him what happened between me and Brandon L. 5 years ago. I don’t want to get hurt and at the same time I don’t want to hurt him. I decided to tell him the truth. I told him how me and Brandon met and that we dated for 2 years and I thought he was the one for me. How he broke-up with me and 2 months later he had a new girlfriend. Brandon listened to every word I said and never interrupted me. 

“You know I won’t hurt you right? Hell, I would even make his life a living hell if I knew what he did to you. You don’t deserve what you had to go though, and I understand that you are ready for a relationship and all but please just give me a chance I promise I won’t disappoint you.” 

“Alright pick me up tomorrow at 7pm.”

After that he left, and I was deep in thoughts what shall I wear tomorrow. What will we do tomorrow? Where are we going. And maybe this time it won’t end that bad as the last time. 

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A Kiss To Change It All (Part 30) - Montgomery de la Cruz

Pairing: Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader; Jeff Atkins x Reader

Warning: Sadness again

Word count: 1.6k

In that split second, that very brief moment you turned to look behind you and caught Montgomery casually flirting with the blonde, time seemed to be frozen as Jessica and Jeff almost stopped breathing in anticipation of your reaction. But there was none. You turned around, swallowing your tears and smiled at the two before you continued eating your lunch. Your abnormal calmness terrified your best friend, he knew you like the back of his hand and your current state was no good sign. You weren't one to be violent or very expressive when it came to your feelings, but what you had been through and what you were still going through made Jeff could compare you to a bomb, ticking and about to explode any time soon. "Wanna ditch?" He dared to ask as you both walked towards the lockers to get your afternoon class books.

"I have ditched enough classes for an entire lifetime, Jeff." You laughed as you shoved your books in your backpack. "I am fine." Seeing the concerned look on his face and knowing that he wasn't buying your terrible lie, you let a loud and shaky sigh escape your lips before you spoke. "I am not fine. But I can't run away from school forever, Jeff."

What surprised your best friend the most wasn't how you held your head high and made through your whole afternoon classes without losing it on anyone who whispered things behind your back or those looks you were given when Montgomery was just a few feet away from you, holding the blonde cheer close to him. What surprised your best friend was seeing you sitting by the bleachers when he jogged on the baseball field after school, just like you always did ever since he joined the Liberty's baseball team. After his car accident and everything that happened, you were rarely there, he couldn't blame you for wanting to stay away from the jocks as you but he wished you could see how much he improved since he recovered from the accident.

Truth to be told, everyone was surprised to see you there. But unlike the other times, you weren't actively watching them as you kept yourself busy going through your textbooks until a piece of paper fell from one of them. From the shining texture of it, you knew what it was as you bent down to pick it up. It was a picture you took while at the beach with Montgomery back during summer which instantly brought a soft smile to your lips and almost automatically you looked up searching for his gaze on you, but he wasn't looking. You already missed it. You missed catching him looking at you when he was supposed to hit the ball, distracted by your presence, earning whistles from his teammates. You missed him smiling and winking at you before he focused on the game. You looked back at the picture, running your fingers on the glossy paper on which Montgomery was smiling.

"I hate you (Y/N/N)" Your boyfriend groaned as he looked away from you but you were quick and managed to take a picture of him smiling at you while you were both sitting on a surfing board a few feet away from the shore, just chilling and goofing around.

A wide grin spread on your lips before you spoke. "That's not what you were saying last night, papi."

"She pulls the Spanish card on me, uh?"

"She knows you love it."

"Yeah I do but she is still deleting that picture."

"Baaaaabe" You whined, uncrossing and dropping your legs to the sides of the board so he couldn't move it. "You have tons of pictures of me, I barely have a few." That was a fact. Montgomery took countless pictures of you, at that point he probably had hundreds of them stocked in his phone, he found you beautiful no matter what you were doing or wearing, whether your hair was done or in a messy bun over your head. You were his beautiful girlfriend of whom he was proud and didn't hesitate to pull the cheesiest captions on the few pictures you allowed him to upload on his Instagram account.

He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a quick but sweet kiss. "'Cause you, mi vida, are the most beautiful human being my eyes have ever seen." The tone he used made your heart skip beats, how come he still had this effect on you after months and months of constant flirting?

"Lay it off De la Cruz!"

The sweet and calm voice of coach Patrick made you jump in your place and brought you back to reality. Shaking your head, you shoved the picture back into the textbook and looked up to see why coach Patrick was yelling and the boys whistling. Your eyes landed on Kimberly and Montgomery kissing in the middle of the field, right where everyone, you included, could see. Jeff and Zach were the only one not reacting to the scene before them, they both looked at you only you were already down the bleachers, textbooks in your arms as you didn't bother to put them back in your backpack, walking as fast as you could to reach Jeff's car in the parking lot. You felt humiliated. Everyone saw you there and now everyone would talk even more behind your back about how your ex-boyfriend was kissing another girl right in front of you. "Sweetheart..."

"It's how relationships work, right?" You wiped away the tears that were running down your cheeks as you nervously laughed. "I don't even know why I'm crying. I feel so stupid."

"You're not." Jeff cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "He is the stupid one for letting such an amazing girl slip away from him and trust me, pretty girl, he will soon realize that you can't be replaced by a dumb cheerleader." That was how you called Kimberly and it made you chuckle that he said it too now. "Now, I want you to stop crying and give me that beautiful smile of yours." How could you not smile at such an amazing boy who did anything in he could to keep you happy and safe?

By the time Jeff dropped you home and made sure you were fully okay before he left, another surprise was waiting for you inside. You pushed the door open. Two suitcases were sitting by the stairs which make you frown and hope it was none of the dark ideas that were roaming in your head. Before you could move from your spot, you saw your father make his way down the stairs. "Dad!"

"(Y/N/N), sweetie." He engulfed you in a tight hug and kissed the top of your head. "You got me worried about you."

"I'm sorry." You mumbled as you pulled away from him, desperate to have an answer to your question. "What's this?" You looked at the suitcases behind your father and then back at him.

He sighed. "(Y/N)..."

"Don't tell me you're leaving." Hearing not response from him, you stepped back and crossed your arms over your chest. "If you leave, I leave too."

"You are not going anywhere, young lady."

Your mother was standing right behind the two of you. "And who might you be to tell me what I can and can not do?" Before she could speak, you did. "Oh yeah, the one who calls herself a mother but doesn't give a single shit about her daughter's happiness. If dad leaves, I am leaving as well, end of the discussion."

The words that came from your mouth were sharp blades to her, but you didn't care because she certainly didn't when she was destroying your relationship. You pushed past them and went to your room, grabbing the suitcase from under your bed and proceeded to shove your clothes inside. "You don't have to do this."

You didn't turn around and kept going back and forth between the closet and your bed, handfuls of clothes thrown inside the suitcase. "Don't talk to me if you don't want to hear anything that won't please you, mom."

"No (Y/N)... I'll leave. There's no need for the two of you to leave."

She did. She understood that there was no way you were staying under the same roof as her and it was easier for one to move out of the house instead of two. That night, your father ordered food and you had a movie night, putting your mind on something else than the problems that were surrounding you. By the end of the movie, none of you was asleep or wanted to go to bed. You sat in silence for a long moment before your father broke it. "Have you talked to Montgomery yesterday?"

The sight that escaped your lips was slow, as if your brain needed time to process what happened the night before. "I said things I didn't mean and by the time I realized what really happened, it was too late." You toyed with the remaining food in your plate. "I hurt him, and I am dealing with the consequences, dad. Proper teenage life I always wanted to live." You chuckled and made your hurting father laugh a little. You always complained about not being able to live like a teen of your age because of your health issues but now you had the whole broken heart and separated parents package right in your face. "I'll get over it, right? That's what teen my age do, they move on. He already did. I'll do too."

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I will be writing for:

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