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Request: Not technically, but a lot of Monty requests were made.

Pairing: Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader

Warning(s): Sexual tension seems to be a theme was the Monty Python.

Word Count: 595

Gif: Mine

A/N: Inspired by ‘On My Block.’

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You had gone through the entire day catching glances and stares from nearly everyone at school. Not only did it makes you uncomfortable, but it made you incredibly anxious.

While navigating your way through the cafeteria, you saw Jessica flag you down to her table. You sat across from her and it felt like the cheerleaders beside her silently judged that decision.

“Did you really do it?” Jessica asked immediately. She recognized the confused look on your face and clarified. “Sleep with Monty-- did you sleep with Monty?”

Your jaw fell open but your lips remained pressed together, and you swear you could hear someone choke, but it might have just been in your head or you yourself. Suddenly all the cheerleaders were watching you while you processed what just came out of Jessica’s mouth. You cleared your throat and inhaled sharply.

“Jeez, Jess. I’m good, how are you?” You mocked and she rolled her eyes. “Who’s concern is it, anyway?” You had a sour tone in your voice, but it relaid no evident truth.

“Mine,” at least half of the cheer squad scoffed. You scoffed and began to pick at your plate. 

At least now you knew why you suddenly became a supermodel in the hallway. For the rest of the day, you spent it figuring out what you were going to say when you eventually ran into Monty.

Alas, walking out the front doors, you saw him sitting in his car in the parking lot. Gripping your book bag, you marched over to him. Justin, who was sat in his passenger seat, tapped his shoulder and motioned in your direction. When Monty locked his eyes onto you he let out a grin.

“There’s my girl!” He growled. He jumped out of his truck and attempted to wrap his arms around your waist.

You slapped his arms down, which he did not appreciate. "What is your problem?” He bit down, strengthening his jawline. “I will tell you what your problem is-- You’ve got loose lips! Spreading a rumor like--”

“A rumor?” He interrupted. “Sweet cheeks, that was not a rumor and you know it.” He gripped your chin and finally wrapped his arm your torso to pull you close to him. 

You shifted your vision down then back up to him, now with less anger. “But you didn’t have to tell everyone,” you whispered to just him.

He brought his lips down to your ear. “I had to let everyone know who you belong to. I claimed you.” His lips traced your ear and you let out a sigh of compliance.

You felt everyone in the parking lot watching the pair of you. Those in their car, those walking to their car, those without a car. All watching you. 

“Justin, get out,” Monty said, straightening up and not taking his eyes off of you. His grasp on your chin loosened as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Excuse me?” Justin barked. Monty snapped his head toward his friend. 

“Get out of the car.” He spoke slowly and clearly, threat dripping on every word. Justin sighed and hopped out, grabbing his bag from the back.

Monty turned back to you and saw a playful grin on your lips. “I’m taking you home, come on.”

Request: ‘can you do more of the coach daughter’ ‘can you continue on coaches daughter?’ 

Pairing: Scott Reed x Reader

Warning(s): None.

Word Count: 292

Gif: Mine.

A/N: Inspired by ‘Crush Culture’ by Conan Gray. Find parts: [1] [2]

The table vibrated a notification on someone’s phone. I scrambled to pick up mine, checking if it was her. Nothing. I adjusted my volume and swiped off any other announcement.

“Dude, relax.” Zach knocked on the desk as he put his phone back down. “Just my mom, she’s wondering if you want to come over for dinner.” I nodded a ‘sure’ as I struggled to put my phone in my pocket.

I reverted my attention to the chemistry book in front of me. I tapped my pencil on the edge of the book finding it hard to focus. Apparently so did Zach because he slapped the pencil out of my hand. He widened his eyes at me and slightly shook his head.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. I sighed as I sat back in the uncomfortable library chair. I pulled out my phone again, still seeing no message or sign of her contact.

Unpleased at my apology, Zach threw his eraser at me. “What’s up with you?”

I threw my head back and the sound of pops followed along. I snapped back to him and slacked my jaw. “I don’t know. It’s just... I don’t know.”

Zach had a smirk on his face while he crossed his arms. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?” When I refused to look at him, he scoffed. “Dude, you know she’s like, off limits. She’s Coach Rick’s daughter-”

“Stepdaughter.” He rolled his eyes.

“Doesn’t matter and you know it.” And he’s right, Coach Rick would kick me off the team if I touched her.

Just then a familiar chime went off from my pocket. It was a text. From her.

You free tomorrow? I’ve got good news!

"That’s how it is for girls. People judge you by the way you look, the things they hear about you. They put a label on you."

Request: I know I’ve been asked to do some Alex stuff, but I can’t find them.

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 467

Gif: @techalamet

A/N: I want to do some holiday writings, so if y’all have any ideas, feel free to shoot them in my inbox!

You were out with the Standall family on their winter vacation to Colorado. Most of Alex’s family was in the house, in bed or asleep, but you decided to enjoy the cool evening by the campfire. Alex popped inside to make another batch of hot chocolate for the two of you. A cold breeze came by, even swaddled in your numerous blankets, you still shivered.

“Do you want another blanket?” Alex asked, placing the kettle of cocoa on the side table. You smiled up at him, shaking your head. “Okay, scoot over.”

Alex huddled in your nest of throws and knitted quilts. You leaned over to refill your mug and Alex’s while he settled in. You plopped in a few marshmallows and turned back to your boyfriend. 

“Can I get another marshmallow?” He requested, which you did. He kissed your temple and brought you into him. 

You sat in a calm silence accompanied with soft sips and the fire crackles. You looked up at the clear and wide starry sky. You held your mug, indulging in the warmth when you felt Alex shift in his spot.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” You could hear the smile in his voice while he fiddled with your hair. “If I were here alone, I’d kill myself.”

You shook your head and turned to him. His hand rested on the side of your neck. You turned your face into his hand and kissed his palm. You reached over him to put your mug on his table and when you turned back to him he caught your lips with his.

You smiled as you relaxed in him. Using your forearm to keep balance, your other hand rested on his chest. He cupped the nape of your neck, keeping you to him. You pulled away but kept close to him.

“Alex,” you whispered, keeping your hand on his chest. He held your cheek in his warm hand. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Alex stroked your chin with his thumb. He pulled your face back to his. His tongue slipped between your lips, which you allowed him room to do so.

Clutching his collar, you lightly tugged him up to you while you turned over. His arm cradled behind your neck, staying close to you and never breaking the kiss. Your hand went from his collar to raking through his hair. 

Your breath became hot between the two of you. Kicking off some of the blankets, Alex readjusted his position. He took a minute to look into your eyes. You crushed his hair back, enjoying the view of him in front of the stars.

“Should we go inside?” Alex asked. “It’s kinda cold, and I don’t think anyone is awake anymore...”

Request: “Can you do more Monty x Tyler’s sister” - @idk888999

Pairing: Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader | Tyler Down x Reader

Warning(s): Sexual tension

Word Count: 651

Gif: Mine

A/N: Hey, Monty is not on my top Boyfriend-To-Be list, but he is the only character I can match with this concept and it was requested.

“Okay, Courtney, but I’m just saying,” you sighed, closing your locker. You tucked your hair behind your ear. “I feel like there is a more appropriate way to integrate that.”

You saw Monty and his friends on the other side of the hall. He locked his eyes on you, making you shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“Yeah, but,” Courtney started.

You refocused your attention on her, placing your hand on her shoulder. “You know what? Why don’t we talk about this at the meeting?” She opened her mouth, but you didn’t give her time to reply. “Okay, great. I’ll let Marcus know.”

You left Courtney at your locker while you headed in the direction of Monty. You cocked your head at him, telling him to follow you. You looked into an empty classroom and decided to duck in there. Monty walked in before the door closed.

He caught your waist and spun you to face him. He attached his lips to yours, pulling your hips into him. You reached up to clutch his collar. His tongue dodged in between your lips, but you pulled away.

You sighed. “No, Monty.” You pushed him back slightly, making him let go of your waist.

“What?” He panted. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” His eyes burned into you, waiting for a reply.

You rolled your eyes, taking your backpack off and placing it on the desk behind you. “Well, if you’d let me explain first...” You turned back to him and saw that Monty’s jaw was clenched. “You’ll chip a tooth, babe.” You kissed the corner of his mouth.

You needed him in a good mood. He's been on edge lately, but you’ve really had a big favor to ask of him that you knew he won’t agree to. That is unless you have payback.

Monty’s shoulders relaxed and he allowed himself to slouch a bit. “What is it?” His tone was softer and less aggressive. He spent more time searching for eye contact than demanding it.

You ran a hand through your hair, inhaling deeply. “It’s Tyler.”

And with that, his whole demeanor shifted as quickly as it came. But he wasn’t angry, he was intrigued.

“He’s been, I don’t know, acting differently,” you started. “Listening to new music, dressing differently, hanging out with new friends-”

“He didn’t have friends in the first place,” Monty interrupted. You glared at him.

“The point is, Tyler’s been acting differently.” You leaned on the desk behind you. “And I know you and your friends give him a hard time, for a lot of things. All I’m asking is for you to lay off a bit.”

Monty leaned into you, placing his hands on the desk to trap you within him. “What do I get?”

You scoffed. “The gratitude of being a good person.”

Monty inhaled the air between his teeth. “Not enough, sweetcheeks.” He put his hand on the inside of your thigh.

“Monty,” you groaned. “Whatever, I don’t need you.” 

You got up and grabbed your bag. You headed for the door, but Monty caught your arm.

“Stop,” he said roughly. “I’ll do it. I’ll lay off.” You smiled slightly and pulled him in for a short kiss. “But if he pisses me off, I can’t guarantee I won’t slam him into the lockers.”

You dismissed him with a playful smack. You pulled him by his collar for another peck. “Come on, I think Coach Patrick will want his room back.”

From the doorway, you saw Tyler in the hallway with his new friends wearing his homemade shirt. He saw you and nodded.

“Hey Tyler,” you smiled. You felt Monty wrap an arm around your stomach and press his body against your back. Monty’s presence made Tyler look down. “I’ll see you later.” 

Request: “could u please continue w chase?😊 thanks💘”  “Could you maybe write a second part to ‚ the chase‘? The first part is really nice!”

Pairing: Scott Reed x Reader

Warning(s): Scott POV, internal thoughts (a lot of them)

Word Count: 398

Gif: @a-fandom-imagine

A/N: I know, I know... Moving on... I kinda like this ScottxCoachsDaughter dynamic. Let me know how y’all feel.

I walked pass Coach Rick’s office and heard muffled arguments. I leaned in, curiosity getting the best of me, but I still couldn’t understand what was going on. I did, however, hear the march of footsteps heading toward the door. I shuffled in place before realizing that I should move. Out of the door came Y/N.

“Y/N, we aren’t finished here,” Coach Rick stated from the doorway of his office.

Y/N, who was clutching her book bag in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, turned to face him from her spot in the middle of the walkway. “No, dad, we aren’t. But I am not doing this here.”

Dad? Coach Rick is her dad?! No wonder she’s off limits, I never understood that rule...

As she walked off, I followed her quickly, hoping to catch up with her strides.

“Hey, Y/N,” I panted slightly. Damn, she walks so fast, but she looks so good when she’s angry. Once she noticed it was me, she smiled softly.

“Oh, what’s up, Scott?” That’s what is so amazing about her... She is always thinking about others, regardless of her own state of mind.

I gripped my bag strap. “You okay? You know, with what happened with Coach Rick?” I pointed toward his office. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I didn’t know he was your dad.”

“Stepdad,” She corrected. “Yeah, I, uh... he found out that I’m failing math and he’s harping me about it.” She clicked her tongue. “And that sucks because now he won’t let me out of the house until I get that up.”

I nodded, internally panicking because I was planning on asking her to the winter formal. I don’t know what made me offer this, but I did.

“You know, I’m pretty alright in mathematics. I could tutor you during study hall.” I don’t know why I said that... I suck at math. But her face lit up.

“Are you serious?” She was almost shocked. “Oh, my God, Scottie, that would be amazing!” Y/N hugged me tightly. “You have no idea what this means to me.” Her hair smelled like sweet pea and honey. She pulled away. “Thank you, Scott. I owe you one.”

Request: ‘hiya! Can I request a scott reed imagine for? He’s my little flower baby!”

Pairing: Scott Reed x Reader

Warning(s): Fluff

Word Count: 259

Gif: Mine :)

A/N: Look at this boy!!

She walked around the track, her ponytail swaying side to side as she gossiped with Chloe Rice.  Her skin glowed from the sunlight, but nothing shined brighter than her smile when she laughed.  There is no denying that she is the most charming girl I have ever seen; but she’s out of my league, practically off limits.  

“Looking good, Y/L/N,” I flashed a flirty smile at her. 

She smiled, shaking her head. “Not as fine as you, Scottie-- especially when you pass first base.” She winked playfully while sauntering into the shaded area.  I watched how her hips moved, keeping every piece of her body in my mind.

My head swung left when a mitt was flown at the side of my face.  I saw that it was Zach who threw the glove. I gripped the mitt and eyed him out.

“Would you quit staring at her ass? Do you want her to think you’re a perv?” He hissed.  I shook my head and stood up.  “Come on, we gotta head out.”

I walked off the field with my duffel on my shoulder and Zach by my side. 

“So, what’s your deal with her anyway?” He questioned.  “You know she’s not dating.  Why do you keep pursuing her, Reed?”

While we made our way to the locker rooms, I caught a glimpse of her when the girls locker door opened.  She caught my glance and smiled just before the door closed again.  I grinned and looked up to Zach, who held open the door for me.

Request: Awesome , thank you! Maybe one where Zach and Jeff are both in love with the reader, they do sweet and romantic stuff for her to get her attention, they flirt with her, etc. but one day, she’s with Jeff and he either says or does something and she realizes that she’s in love with him? @another13reasonswhyblog

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 227

Gif: I forgot who...

A/N: This might become a series, we’ll see...

“Come on, Atkins! You can hit better than that!” Coach Wlodimierz barked. 

“He’s distracted...” Bryce teased from the pitcher’s plate. “Y/N is doing her stretches isn’t she, Dempsey?”

Zach scowled through his face mask. “Shut up, Bryce.”

Jeff batted up for the next pitch. He tried to focus on the ball, but he could hear you counting off the cheer steps. 

“You do know I asked her to the Spring Fling. She said yes,” Zach muttered to Jeff. Jeff huffed and gripped his bat. “Yeah, she said she couldn’t wait, and that she was waiting for me to ask her-”

Jeff struck the ball out of the field. Coach Wlodimierz whistled at the distance. “That’s what I’m talking about Atkins! Keep that fire!”

“Oh, my God!”

“Are you okay?”

“Guys, let her breathe!” 

The baseball field looked over at the cheer team and saw that someone had fallen off the pyramid. 

“Hey, it’s Y/N,” Scott shouted. Quickly, Zach and Jeff dropped their equipment and ran over to the cluster.

You were sitting in the grass, dusting off the debris on your hands when you saw Zach kneel beside you. You smiled up at him, letting him know you were okay. “Just a twist. I’m okay, I’ll still be able to out dance you at the Spring Fling.”

Request: None

Pairing: Justing Foley x Reader

Warning(s): Homelessness

Word Count: 442

Gif: @13reasons-13truths

A/N: I thought the concept on Justin’s life on the streets is underwhelmingly unused. If y’all would like more on this topic, please feel free to request :)

“Spare change?” A voice called out from the brick wall. You normally didn’t given much notice to the homeless community being as you genuinely did not have spare change or knew better than waste you money on a drug addict’s addiction, but something about this man’s demeanor told you that he wasn’t on the streets for very long.

“Hey, you wanna grab a sandwich? I’ll pay,” you offered. Without thinking, he stood up and gathered his things.  “Let’s go across the street.”

You went into the shop and greeted the cashier.  The boy had disappeared to the deli area while you got a coffee and granola bar.  You kept your eye on the boy while he looked at the coolers for a drink.  You could see that the cashier was keeping an eye on him through the reflective mirrors.  He was your responsibility in this store and what ever he did would be your fault. When he returned to your side for you to purchase his food, you let out an internal sigh of relief.

“Anything else?” Your card was in your hand waiting for the cashier’s go-ahead. He reached for an Oakland postcard and asked if you would let him get this. You nodded and paid for the order.

While leaving the store, he stopped you.

“Thank you,” he spoke in a raspy, tired voice.  You smiled kindly at him.  “Do you, by any chance, have a pen I could borrow?” 

“Uh... yeah,” you rustled in your bag.  He wrote against the store’s wall for support.  “Is your name Sid?” He cleared his throat. 

“Yeah, yeah it is.” He turned to return your pen. 

“You’ll need a postage stamp. Here.” You gave him a kitten postage stamp. “There is a mail box down there, I’ll walk with you.”

He was quiet, shuffling his feet. 

“So, Sid where are you from?” He mumbled something, only catching ‘North Cal.’ “So, what are you doing on the streets? You seem a little young.”

“I’m not that much younger than you,” he blurted.  You nodded, keeping silent. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be rude. You did pay for my first full meal in a while.” You shrugged. “I just can’t deal with life right now. Not a home, so I’m better on my own-- I’ve been on my own my whole life.”

You reached the post box.  He turned his card in.  “You know, you don’t have to be alone.  There are probably a lot more people who need you than you think.”

“What she needs, what we all need is for this to be done with.”

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