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
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Originally posted by lovetyler-chalex

Your eyes searched for him through the crowd.

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Prompt: Could you please do a Justin Foley imagine where his sister got kicked out after he left so she’s been staying with Bryce because she doesn’t know about the tapes and he’s always been there for her and Justin and in the school fight scene, Bryce makes a comment about her which causes Justin to lose it? X

A/N: Justin chapter next?

Word Count: 2,268

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Originally posted by lukemullen

Scott had always thought you were cute. You were Justin’s cute little sister that he only ever saw if Justin was there too.

It had never been anything more than that. His teammates (cute) younger sister. 

So, he’s not sure how he ended up here, on his couch, with you tightly held in his arms, your head resting against his chest. Your eyes were shut, chest rising and falling peacefully as you slept. Scott imagines this is the first night in a long while that you’ve actually had a decent sleep. Or rather he hopes. He might not know exactly what happened, what you’ve been through, but he has a pretty good idea and it makes him feel sick just to think about it. To think about how a person could do that to someone else. And how he could’ve been friends with that person.

Holding you in his arms now, this… destroyed and broken person in his arms and he’d been friends with the person who’d done this to you. Who ripped you apart inch from inch, stole pieces of you that made you whole until there was barely anything left. You were just a shadow left of who you’d once been and something that tears Scott apart, that makes him feel sick to his stomach; is that he never got to know the you before. 

Even when you’d just been Justin’s younger sister, he barely knew you. The two of you had only spoken once or twice and even then, the conversations had been bleak. He didn’t know anything about the you you used to be.

All he knew was this. This version of you. And even if it didn’t mean you were any less valuable to him, because yes, in the short while he’s gotten closer to you, you’ve become someone very important to him. But… he wanted to know the real you. The you who would smile at whatever made you laugh, the you that would do whatever stupid thing that made you happy. He wanted to know what you did in your free time, what gave you happiness. What hobbies did you have? Did you enjoy sports? What was your favourite movie? Stuff like that.

He wanted to know stuff like that.

Letting his head fall back, Scott lets his eyes wander across the ceiling, stuck in his thoughts. It isn’t until his phone buzzes is he pulled from his own mind. He blinks, glancing around for his phone until he realizes it’s on the coffee table next to you. He briefly glances down at you, making sure you’re still asleep before carefully and slowly stretching his arm over you and grabbing his phone. He easily unlocks it, realizing he’d gotten a message from Zach. A few actually.

How’s Y/N? Jessica won’t stop pestering me to message you.

Then; not that i’m not concerned about Y/N. I am. It’s just…Anyways, is she okay?

Rolling his eyes, Scott quickly begins typing, knowing that if he doesn’t, Zach will continue to spam him with messages until he gets is answer. Y/N’s fine. She’s sleeping right now.

Zach replies almost instantly; are you coming to school today? Both of you?

I’m not sure. Her brother just got arrested, Zach.

We’re worried about her.

Sighing, Scott lets his head fall back. He knows Zach, Jessica and the rest are worried about you, just like they’re worried about everything that’s been going on. But he doesn’t want to pressure you into going to school. Not during a time like this.

Scott clicks his tongue, forgetting himself for a moment. The sudden movement and sound seems to be enough to stir you awake, because tilting his head down, Scott watches as your eyes slowly flicker open, blinking a few times before you moan out slightly, stretching. It’s clear that you don’t immediately recognize where you are, and it isn’t until you open your eyes, finding Scott’s already on you, do you. But, that doesn’t mean you remember how you’d gotten here.

Your eyes widen and you pull back, obviously panicked.

“Y/N! Y/N, it’s okay! It’s okay!”

Scott reaches for your arms but you pull back, slipping right off the couch. Scott watches with wide eyes as you all but fall to the ground with a yelp, a thud echoing as you try to catch yourself. You sit there for a moment, stunned, the both of you just staring at one another before Scott slowly speaks up. “I found you last night, remember? Took you home with me? I gave you my bed, but you…”

You nod, lowering your gaze. “No, no, I remember. Sorry. It’s just…”

Scott assumes your hesitance has something to do with Bryce. He doesn’t know how wrong he is.

Sitting up, Scott slides to the ground next to you. “You okay?”

You nod.

Silence surrounds the both of you once again. Scott takes this as his chance to get a good look at you. You look considerably less tired than you had before, and he considers that a small victory. But your eyes are still heavy and you still look pale and terrified. There’s this look in your eyes that just won’t leave, this absolutely terrified and petrified expression and Scott hates it. Because he doesn’t want you to be scared anymore.

And even if he knows it isn’t directly because of him, he wishes that he’d at least be enough to lessen that expression. Scott knows he’s only just really started to talk to you, but he wants you to trust him. Whole-heartedly. Because he won’t hurt you, not intentionally, and certainly not like how Bryce hurt you.

“Did you want to go into school today?”

You pause at his question, fiddling with your hands. “I don’t have any clothes. They’re at Bryce’s.”

Scott frowns, pausing. Then, an idea hits him; “we can go to Jessica’s. Ask to borrow some of hers.”

Your eyes widen at that. “Jessica… Jessica doesn’t want to see me, let alone let me borrow some of her clothes. I’ll just have to go to Bryce’s, grab them. At least some. I mean, he did buy them for me, so–”

Scott sets his hand over your own, stunning you to silence as you blink up at him. “You’re never going back to Bryce’s again.”

“Scott…–”

“It’s too dangerous.”

You frown, but don’t argue. You can’t, he’s right. Even if Bryce had been arrested yesterday, he had connections and powers and well, his father had never really liked you much anyway. “Well, Jessica won’t want to see me.”

“She’s worried about you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I highly doubt that.”

Scott frowns, furrowing his brows in wonder. “What makes you so sure she’s not? Isn’t she your friend?” It’s true. Scott had thought you two were friends. Mind you, he hasn’t seen either of you hang around one another in a while; but he does remember a time where the both of you had practically been inseparable. Scott had always wondered what had happened, but knew it hadn’t been his place to ask.

You hesitate, lips parting to say something, but falling short. Then, you just shrug; “she isn’t. Not anymore.” 

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“Anything you want to wear, you can.”

Biting your lip, you swallow thickly, glancing briefly at Jessica before your eyes flicker back over to her closet. You wring your hands together, hesitant to take a step forward. This just feels wrong. This feels different. You haven’t been at Jessica’s house since… since before she warned you to stay away from Bryce and you’d not only not listened to her, but gone to live with him. Gone to live with her rapist…

Jessica, after a moment of you just standing there, takes a step forward. “Y/N?”

You can’t explain it, you feel your body start to shake. Your fists clench, digging your nails into the palms of your hands as you clench your jaw, teeth grinding. You can’t… this… You can’t even look at Jessica without feeling immense guilt. What was wrong with you? Why hadn’t you listened to her when she warned you? If you had just listened to her, you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t be like this… 

Maybe, you’d be happy. Healthy. Stable. But instead, you’re just broken and your mind is fucked up and you’re fucked up because you just want it all to end.

And when you look at Jessica, you remember what had been. You remember the first time you met her, when Justin had introduced her as his girlfriend and for the first time, you genuinely liked one of his girlfriends. Because she’d been different. She hadn’t been stuck up or shallow. She hadn’t snided you, and instead, she’d just smiled at you, all bright and warm, and hugged you because she was– 

“–so happy to finally meet you.”

You blink, stunned as this girl all but flings herself onto you. You have to catch your footing, stumbling back slightly as she wraps her arms firmly around you. In response, your eyes flicker past Jessica’s shoulders, to Justin who stands a bit behind the two of you, smiling nervously down at you. Your eyes scream confusion but he just shrugs, rubbing the back of his head.

Then, Jessica’s pulling back, grinning warmly down at you. “Justin practically talks about you all the time. I can’t get him to talk about anything else,” she jokes lightly, throwing a teasing look Justin’s way who just rolls his eyes. “So, yeah, it’s just really nice to meet you.”

You’re a little stunned by her… warmness. Justin’s few girlfriends in the past have been nothing crude to you. There was a few here and there that were a little better, but overall, just… terrible.

But Jessica… she seems so nice. You’ve never seen a smile so genuine, so bright and she just keeps gushing at you like you’re the greatest thing she’s seen all day. You don’t have many friends, let alone girls, so this kind of… behaviour is strange to you. You’re not used to it. Though, you definitely don’t mind it.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” you finally say, letting a small smile of your own curl onto your lips. “You’re very… bubbly.” You grimace once you say that. “I meant that in a nice way, by the way.”

You’re half afraid she’ll be insulted. Jessica just laughs, looping her arm through your own and pulling you along, leaving Justin behind. He doesn’t argue and when you turn your head over your shoulder to gaze at him in question, he’s just smiling fondly.

“I have a feeling you and me are going to be great friends.”

Jessica had been different. She’d been your friend.

And you’d betrayed her.

“Y/N!”

“I can’t,” you choke out, feeling your eyes water and your words get stuck in the back of your throat, You step back from her hand that she attempts to set on your shoulder, shaking your head violently as you step back from Jessica. Her eyes widen in reaction, lips parting as you let out a wretched sob. “I can’t do this. I… Not to you.”

And then Jessica’s brows furrow; “Y/N? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you hate me?” You ask suddenly, startlingly Jessica as she blinks back at you. “I mean, jesus,  I lived with the man who raped you! I slept with the man who raped you! If you don’t hate me, you should. Because i’m nothing but a terrible person. I’m a fucking… fucking whore who let Bryce touch her over and over and just let him…”

There’s a moment or two of stifling silence. Jessica, stood opposite to you, just stands there, lips left parted in surprise at your outburst. She isn’t sure what to say, she hadn’t expected that. All of that to leave your lips, to have you break down like that. Sure, she’d been worried about you because of all that had happened to you, but… this, she hadn’t expected. Never would’ve she expected this. And it isn’t just your words, the way they bring back terrible memories for Jessica that surprises her, stuns her into silence; it’s the fact that you could possibly think she could ever hate you.

“I don’t hate you.”

Sniffling, you wipe at your tears pathetically. “You should.”

Jessica takes a step forward, and you take one back, but Jessica’s quicker then you and before you know it, she’s pulling you into an embrace. You’re stiff against her, confused and baffled as she wraps her arms tightly around you. “I could never hate you, Y/N.” She whispers against the embrace, voice soft and compassionate. “But… Bryce–”

“What Bryce did to me is no different than what he did to you,” Jessica reminds, running her fingers through your hair in a soothing motion. “I know you felt like you had no choice, and that’s why you did what you did. And i’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t come to me, that I pushed you away that day when I should’ve offered you to stay with me. I’m sorry you had to endure all of that alone.”

Jessica’s words hang in the air. Each passing moment, you seem to register them more and more, and with each second, you feel your resolve falling. Your shoulders slump and you feel the tears welling all over against as you bury your head in the crook of Jessica’s neck, moving to latch onto her as a sob wretches past your lips.

“It’s okay,” Jessica whispers, “it’s okay, Y/N. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

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Prompt: Could you please do a Justin Foley imagine where his sister got kicked out after he left so she’s been staying with Bryce because she doesn’t know about the tapes and he’s always been there for her and Justin and in the school fight scene, Bryce makes a comment about her which causes Justin to lose it? X

A/N: a day early, whoop! whoop!

Word Count: 2,073 

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Originally posted by fabulousqueen

Stay away from him, Y/N. Please.

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Prompt: Could you please do a Justin Foley imagine where his sister got kicked out after he left so she’s been staying with Bryce because she doesn’t know about the tapes and he’s always been there for her and Justin and in the school fight scene, Bryce makes a comment about her which causes Justin to lose it? X

A/N: A day early because you’ve all been lovely and patient with me :)

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Word Count: 3,072

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Originally posted by bitterbluesargent

 The day you were born, Justin thought, just maybe, he might stay.

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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?

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Word Count: 699

Originally posted by steveharrigntons

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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( @teenwolfbitches2 ) Request: Can I do an endgame request with Scott Lang x reader where they were dating before the snap and she disappeared (like hope) and when she comes back for the battle like the rest of the avengers Scott gets like really fluffy when he sees her, and it’s like really fluffy. Sorry if that was confusing it made sense to me

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Originally posted by fyeahmarvel

His smile hadn’t lost it’s touch, it seemed.

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Prompt: idk if you’re currently taking requests for nrt bonus scenes, but if you are could you do the scene where scott felt y/n get stabbed and said something was wrong and stiles just bOLTS out of the vault (+ a little malia being concerned too?)

It has come to my attention that by adding links to my posts, it stops that post from being seen in the tags tagged. So, sadly, I will no longer be able to tag previous parts of NRT on new chapters. BUT all part can be found easily on my “No Reason To Series MasterList!”

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Originally posted by ashtonmoio

He’d been dozing off, his eyes heavy. His skin felt hot, sweaty and at this point, Scott almost wished for the sweet relief of death. It was beginning to become too much to bear and he just wanted it to stop.

Those around him slipped to the back of his mind as his head fall back, exhaling heavily, his body feeling weaker than it ever had been before. Selfishly, and only for that one, split second, Scott didn’t think about you, wherever you were. He didn’t think about Stiles who sat across from him, head in his hands. He didn’t think about Kira or Malia who were doing just as bad as him. For one moment, he put himself before others as the pain and discomfort and that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach became too much.

And then, his eyes snapped open and his lips parted, pain hitting him. Despite the little-to-zero amount of energy in his body and limbs, he sat up, his hands instantly moving to his stomach, the pain centering there.

For a split second, he was bewildered. Scott couldn’t understand where the pain had come from and why it felt like a knife was being stabbed into his gut. His mind reeled as his eyes clenched shut and his teeth clenched hard against one another. But then it hit him, a second later and he realized that it was because of you. The pain wasn’t his own but rather yours, and because of your connection, he felt it. Like a knife in his stomach that wasn’t there.

And just like that, the worry overrided the pain. Scott lost all rational thought as his stomach plummeted to the pit of his stomach and he thought the worse. The pain he felt was almost unbearable and it radiated throughout his entire body, so he could only imagine how it was effecting you. The worse part was, he didn’t have the strength to get up.

Then, it got it worse. The pain increased at least tenfold and if the others hadn’t noticed him before, they certainly did now as Scott let out a heart-wrenching cry.

Stiles, the only one with enough strength to jump up to his feet lunged forward, reaching Scott in seconds with wide concerned eyes. Scott, felt rather than saw, Stiles’ hands fall on his shoulders, steadying him slightly as his jaw clenched and the pain continued to flood his entire being. He thought it had been unbearable before, but this was so much worse.

Then, slowly, it faded. It turned into a dull ache, one that you couldn’t ignore and finally Stiles’ voice seemed to drift into his senses.

“What’s happening? Scott! Scott, are you okay?”

Scott peeled his eyes open, finding Stiles’ worried eyes on him before drifting past his shoulders and watching as both Malia and Kira watched him with deep frowns marring their lips, obviously worried.

Swallowing thickly, Scott’s hand fell on Stiles’ arm, gripping it tightly as he shifted.

“Scott?”

“I’m fine,” Scott breathes, only then able to find his voice. “I’m… I’m okay. I have to…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, voice drifting as he plants his free hand on the concrete beneath him, trying to push himself up to his feet. He hears Stiles’ call out in concern, but ignores it, grinding his teeth together as he tries to get up to his feet.

And as he makes it halfway, he sinks to the floor, his legs giving out beneath him.

“Scott,” Stiles’ calls again, voice sharp. “What is it? What happened?”

“Y/N…” Scott breathes, instantly catching Stiles’ attention if he didn’t have it before. Something sinks inside of Stiles’ and his lips curve downwards in a deep frown as he squeezes Scott’s shoulder, pushing him back.

“What’s wrong with Y/N?” When Scott doesn’t answer, head falling back, Stiles’ presses. “Scott.”

“She’s…” Shaking his head, Scott groans through the pain. “She’s in trouble. I have to… I have to get to her–”

His words halt the moment Stiles leaves his side, instantly on his face. Through his bleariness, Scott blinks up at his best friend, frowning. “Stiles–”

“You stay here,” Stiles argues, shaking his head as he moves towards the door. “You’re too weak to go after her. I’ll find her.” Scott watches with a frown as he slowly opens the door, turning just before he runs off. “Shut the door behind me.”

Then, Stiles is gone and Scott, with a moan of dejection, sits up, moving to shut the door. And as he’s left alone with both Malia and Kira, the dull ache never ending, Scott can’t help but curse his state at that moment. He wasn’t even strong enough to go save his own sister and while he fully trusted Stiles, more than anyone, it was crushing him inside.

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