Another reason I feel like Zach wanted to hide the relationship was so the athletes wouldn’t be able to harm or make fun of Hannah, he already knew how manipulative they were and knowing his financial status he probably had to keep ties with Bryce. But on the inside we know he felt sorry for hurting Hannah.

I think the reason Hannah freaked out with Clay was because she knew she didn’t have an intimate connection with him or an attraction to him, it was more of a friendship attraction and she must’ve feared losing him after everything and everyone else she lost. There’s a difference between the attraction Hannah had to Zach and the attraction she had to Clay. Zach was more like her Nicholas Sparks crush and Clay was more like the lifetime friend that will always be there. Then again so many theories.

Honestly crying over how cute they were. They should’ve lasted. Zach had something that was pure for Hannah.

Clay when he found out that Hannah had sex with Zach all summer, but freaked out the first time with Clay.

Everybody when they found out about Zach and Hannah

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!

“Is that her?” Zach coughed. I felt my cheeks tighten. “God, you’re hopeless.”

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.

“It’s the chase.”

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.”

Zach smiled, but Jeff let his head down in defeat. 

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.”

“Thank you for everything, but you’re wrong about that.” And with that statement, he crossed the street and you made your way off.