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misschanadlerbong · 11 months

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Chapter 13 Pt.1 - Perfect

Summary: Just senior prom.

Warnings: none.

Genre: Fluff with some angst towards the end.

Word Count: 2.9k

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Finally, the day of prom came, and you were all set to get ready and dance your ass off tonight. Jessica was also at your place because you needed her to help with makeup, hair, and stuff you had no idea about. Both the boys were going to pick you up from your place.

Jessica asked in confirmation “Dress?”

“Check!”

“Hair accessories?”

“Check!”

And…did you put a straightener to heat?”

“Oh, Jess do you realize that you are going through this checklist for the fifth time? It is all good even if we leave something out that we are not, so what’s the big deal? Isn’t today all about having fun just chill babe?”

“Y/N this is our last school dance it has to be perfect.” she declared.

You could never win against Jessica in a matter like this, so you just rolled your eyes and followed everything that Jessica told you about. You both went to a full regime of skin care and then she did your makeup and hair.

The theme of the senior prom was ‘Masquerade Ball’ and you picked up a perfect corset dress. It was a sequin dress the corset was black with a tint of golden to it and the skirt was golden with a tint of black at the very bottom of it with embroidered flower patterns. It also had a ribbon that went around your waist and tied into a bow on your back.

You had a last look in the mirror before going into the living room where your parents were waiting to see you. You looked at yourself and, you had to admit, you looked like a goddamn princess and the glow added to your face thinking about Clay made you look even better.

You heard the doorbell, “Honey your dates are here.” your mom shouted from the living room.

You and Jessica walked into the living room and seeing you both your mother exclaimed “Oh sweet Jesus! Don’t you two look beautiful?”

Your father was too startled to say anything, he was shocked at the sight in front of him. He always saw you like his little girl who needed her father’s help in everything but now he saw a well-raised beautiful young woman. Seeing you, your father shed a tear as he was overwhelmed, he tried his best to hide but could not.

You walked up to your dad and said “Aw Dad!” and gave him a warm hug.

Your eyes met Clay. He was wearing a tuxedo and was looking smoking hot. You walk over toward Clay and said, “Who knew my Nerd could pull off a tuxedo?” Clay simply grinned. He was staring deep into your eyes it seemed like he wanted to say something but was not letting it out “What?” you asked.

“You look…” he sighed “Seraphic!” he finally said.

Justin sauntered to Jessica, gave her a sweet kiss, and said: “Hello, gorgeous!” He then turned towards you and said “And Y/N you, you look terrific. I have never seen you like this before.”

Your lips curved into a smile and said, “Thanks Justin, you look great too.”

“Um Y/N I got something for you,” said Clay offering a corsage. You stretched your hand and allowed Clay to put a corsage on your wrist.

“Oh my god, Orchid? This is beautiful! I got something for you too Jensen. Mom, can you pass that?” you asked your mom to pass a boutonniere you especially got for Clay. You pinned the boutonniere to his jacket.”

“Shall we princess?” asked Clay with courtesy. But your father stopped you both.

“So, Clay Jensen, right?” your father questioned.

“Yes, sir.”

“Bring her back till 11, okay?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” Clay said like an obedient boyfriend.

You all walked out of the house stopping on the porch you asked Clay “So where is our ride? I mean I asked you out, the least you could do is get us a Limo. Right, Jess?”

Jessica nodded in agreement and raised her eyebrow at Justin in question.

“Okay, I deserve that. Justin and Jessica are going with Charlie and Alex in an actual Limo. I have a different plan for us.” Said Clay.

“Oh really? What is it?” You jumped with excitement.

“I know what you love more than a Limo, this!” said Clay pointing his index finger towards Tony’s Mustang.

“Oh, my fucking god! Tony’s Mustang? How did you convince him?” you asked in disbelief.

“Well, seems like he’d do anything for his best friend he knows how important you are to me and how much you love this car, so he agreed.” Clay offered his hand and asked, “Shall we madame?”

You held his hand and replied, “Oui, monsieur.”

You all arrived at the venue decided by your school. It was a big ballroom with a dancing space near the DJ and there were many round tables arranged for the seating. The room was decorated with every shade of white flowers. Exquisite chandeliers hung above the ceiling giving the room a royal aesthetic.

You and the gang took some drinks and hit the dance floor. You danced to many songs. Tony did the job just right as a DJ, you tried so hard to convince him to join the prom with everybody but being a DJ was his escape from socializing and dancing.

You and Jessica danced your ass off to the song ‘Best Friend’ by Doja Cat and Saweetie and decided to take some rest. Clay was just standing in one corner smiling at you as you danced. You walked up to him and urged “Oh come on Clay, we are at our Prom, we are supposed to Dance you know. Haven’t you read about proms in the library?”

“Ha-ha very funny. I can’t dance. Plus, it is such a pleasure seeing you dancing.”

You pouted at his response and to make it up to you he pecked your lips and offered you a drink.

You both were standing in one corner and talking and observing others. Your eyes fell on Charlie and Alex dancing to a slow song. They both were wearing tuxedos with matching boutonnieres pinned to their jackets and held each other while moving swiftly to the beats of the song. Then you saw Jessica and Justin dancing just beside them, it felt like love was in the air.

As you both were enjoying watching and talking a tall dark-haired boy approached you both.

“Hey Y/N, you look amazing and you too Clay you look fine in that tux,” he said.

“Hi, Zach. Thanks! You don’t look so bad yourself either.” you smiled.

“Um, Clay…I was wondering if I can borrow your date for a dance?”

You looked at Clay and said, “I don’t know Zach, I am pretty tired.”

“Come on Y/N it’s just one dance I am asking for, please?” Zach insisted.

Clay seemed like he had no problem with you two dancing together, “No, Y/N if you want to, then please. I will be right here watching you.” said Clay.

You nodded and proceeded towards the dance floor with Zach. Song ‘The Way, I Loved You’ by Taylor Swift started playing in the background and you both found your rhythm to dance. You held one of Zach’s hands and his other hand rested on your waist. Zach swirled you around a few times and you both were back to facing each other.

“Y/N I’d like to say something,” asked Zach.

“Yeah?”

“See I know we got off on the wrong foot. But I miss my time with you. I regret saying whatever I said. The thing was that I was too scared to put my game in jeopardy. But I didn’t realize that you were equally as important…” you cut him off “But Zach…”

“No, please listen to me. Breaking up with you was a huge mistake, will you ever be able to forgive me? I know you are with Clay now so the least I could ask for is forgiveness” he asked with innocence in his eyes.

“Of course, Zach, I already forgave you a long time ago. To be honest, I am grateful to you, if you never broke up with me, I would have never realized that I had feelings for Clay, and now hearing all those words from you made me realize exactly how I feel about him. So, thank you.”

While you both were dancing Justin and Jessica approached Clay and Justin asked “Dude, what is she doing with Zach?”

“Zach wanted to dance with Y/N so they’re dancing.”

“And you let her?” asked Justin sounding annoyed.

“Yeah, and she does not need my permission I am her boyfriend, not her master or anything and additionally they are just dancing what is wrong with that? It’s prom after all” replied Clay.

“Clay, you don’t let your serious girlfriend dance with her ex with whom the things were still complicated…”

“Oh yeah, Clay sure they are dancing, and look at them so adorable right? Whereas it should be you looking into her eyes the way Zach is. But I am sure this dance will not stir Y/N’s feelings back towards Zach.” Jessica said sarcastically.

Clay started to feel insecure and decided to make a move. He walked up to you as you expected him to. The only thing that could provoke Clay was jealousy and Jess played that card just right.

As soon as he held your hand to dance Tony changed the slow song to some rock music “Seriously Tony?!” you yelled in frustration.

“Hey, it’s okay, we can just jump around like these crazy people here, right?”

A grin took over your pout and Clay and you jumped around the dance floor feeling yourself and being lost in the music.

You and Clay found a seat for yourself to take a break and helped yourself with some food.

“Y/N? Can I talk to you?” a familiar voice came from behind you.

Before you could say anything, Clay howled “What the hell Bryce?”

“Hey man, I just wanna talk to her, just chill, okay?”

You turned towards Bryce and gave his request a thought. You decided to hear him out, whatever he wanted to say. You stood up but Clay pulled you back. You assured him by saying “It is okay Clay. I’ll be fine. What can he possibly do in a room full of people? I will be back, okay?”

Clay nodded in apprehension, and you followed Bryce to a corner of the room. You crossed your arms around your chest and asked, “What is it, Bryce?”

“Look Y/N I wanted to thank you for not taking any serious steps against me. I could have lost my scholarship and my chance to go to school and I want to apologize for whatever I did, I am sorry.”

“Bryce, everybody deserves to go to college, and you do too. No matter how you are everybody deserves a chance, so I gave it to you, and it is not a big deal.”

“Yeah, and I am grateful for that. I didn’t realize what I was doing. I was insecure and acted like a dick…” you cut him off and said in agreement “Well that is true.”

Before Bryce could say something, he was cut off by Clay “Everything okay babe?”

“Yeah, he was just saying something. Everything is fine.”

“Clay let me talk to her, please?” requested Bryce, and Clay started walking away with a frown but this time you pulled his hand and said “No Bryce Clay is not going anywhere. He is my boyfriend whatever you wanna say, you can say in front of him” Clay’s eyes gleamed hearing those words.

Clay stood by your side holding your hand “Y/N I was just saying that I am sorry. For everything.”

“Okay.” You replied.

“Okay? You are not gonna forgive me?” he asked.

“Well, you asked me to hear you out, so I did. I gave you a second chance Bryce, but I cannot forgive you, not just yet. I would like you to live with that guilt, if any.”

Bryce took a step towards you, but he was blocked by Clay in the way. Clay stood between the two of you facing Bryce and his hand stopped Bryce from moving further. Half of your body hid behind Clay.

“You heard her, now just leave her alone.” You never saw Clay so protective, and you loved the way he demanded Bryce leave.

You both went back to where the whole gang was and got to know that they soon are going to announce the Prom King and Queen.

“Who’d, you think it’s gonna be?” you asked Jessica with curiosity.

“Who knows? It is always up to the football team” she said pointing toward Zach and the other guys on the football team.

They called Jessica to announce the Prom King and Queen as she was the class president. Jessica walked right into the middle of the room and took the envelope where the names were mentioned.

She read and every soul in the room was looking at her with suspicion, she built up the suspense and finally said “I can never be happier to announce these two names as Prom King and Queen. Are you all ready to know?”

“Yes!” Everybody yelled in excitement.

“Y/N and Clay what the hell are you doing there? Come here because the Prom Queen is Y/N Y/L/N, and the Prom King is Clay Jensen. Come and collect your tiaras.”

Clay and you saw each other in disbelief as the unexpected had happened. You thought that Charlie and Alex were going to be prom kings but here you were receiving the title of Prom Queen. Jessica put the crown over Clay’s head, and you bowed to let Jessica put the tiara. When Jessica did her part, you looked at the audience and made eye contact with Zach as he raised his glass to you both. “Thank you” you mouthed to him.

“This one’s for two of the most important people in my life” announced Tony while playing ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran.

He knew how much you loved the song, and he played the song at the right moment.

“May I have this dance?” Clay’s question caught your attention and your eyes started shining.

Clay offered his hand, and you instantly took his hand. Clay kissed the back of your hand like a gentleman. You bowed and then held each other in a dancing position.

Clay’s hand slid down to your waist holding you close, and your hands rested on his shoulders. Gazing into each other’s eyes you both started dancing while your legs moved in perfect sync you teased Clay “Who knew this nerd could dance?”

“Well as you say, I am full of surprises.”

You felt ecstatic and calm dancing with Clay like you had nothing to worry about. The lyrics ‘I found a girl, beautiful and sweet. Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me…’ echoed in the background.

You looked at Clay and said, “Clay Jensen, I think I am in love with you.”

“Did you just use both my names in a single sentence?” he teased.

“Come on Clay, you’re ruining the moment.”

Clay chuckled and replied, “Sorry, I know I am in love with you Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I am in love with you Clay Jensen.”

‘I don’t deserve this…’

‘You look perfect tonight…’

Clay swirled you around and your body collided as he held you tight like he was never letting you go.

“Kiss, Kiss, Kiss” the crowd started shouting in unison.

You looked at Clay and said, “Seems like it’s time for some PDA Jensen.”

Clay smiled and crashed his lips onto yours, the kiss was desperate yet gentle. After you both had your moment, the crowd joined the dance floor, and you danced in Clay’s arms for the rest of the night.

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Clay abided by your father’s rule of getting you back to your place by eleven. As you both were not party people at all you decided to ditch the after-party. You both sat down on the couch in your bedroom and helped yourself to some hot chocolate.

The first thing you did after reaching your home was to get out of that dress and realize how good it feels to finally be able to breathe again. You lay your head on Clay’s chest and he put his arm around you as you both sipped your hot chocolate.

“Clay?” you called him out.

“Yeah?”

“I got a mail today, I got into Princeton.”

Clay removed his hand from your shoulder and sat up straight.

“Wow, that’s… great. But you are not going right?” asked Clay in apprehension.

“Clay… Princeton has been my dream college since I was a little kid. Of course, I want to go.”

“You’ll go all the way across the country? What about…us? We all know long distance never works” said Clay standing up.

You tried to convince him “Clay come on, it’s my college we are talking about.”

“So, all that ‘I love you shit was fake huh? You were playing with me this whole time, right?!” He sounded furious.

He started walking out of the room in a rage, but you tried to stop him “Clay please stay. Talk to me.”

Clay shed a tear and whimpered “I am too tired to fight right now Y/N. I should probably leave.”

He left and slammed your bedroom door. Tears started running down your eyes. You were asking questions yourself; did you just ruin a perfect relationship? Did you just hurt the most wonderful boy you have ever met? The hurt caused was not intentional, but you still felt guilty, you ruined your perfect night with the boy you love. Maybe Clay was right, maybe you were graduating single from high school.

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shayyprasad · 7 days

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game (headcanon) | clay jensen

a/n: something. i had to post something. (i'm halfway through season three, any requests can only be made in the timeline of season one + two + three! please, no spoilers! (i'll cry.) i wanted to write something, literally anything, to get the creative wheels turning. this is kind of just a starting point for me. italics - clay; normal - ...anyone that isn't clay.

summary: how you and clay became you and clay.

warnings: mostly fluff, some depressive/suic!d@l thoughts (nature of clay), it's 13rw... let's face it, the show tackles some dark stuff.

pairing: fem!reader x clay jensen

word count: 0.79k+ words

-after hannah, clay wasn't great at putting himself out there, especially when it came to girls.

-the biggest thing he'd be worried about was girls. once hannah passed, the main reason he was having trouble was because he was trying to find another hannah.

-clay couldn't help but compare everyone to her.

-it was funny though, because the second he saw you, it was like; who's hannah? the world of "before hannah" and "after hannah" was gone.

-in that moment, when you'd first locked eyes, anything revolving the mere thought of hannah disappeared. he didn't have to think about her, and as selfish as it feels to him, it was refreshing. relieving.

-and you know what? he loved that feeling. he loved the feeling of cloud nine.

-sure, plently of times he'd considered asked you out. and then the thought would hit him like a brick; he's never even said a word to you. how's he going to ask you anything at all, if he can't even utter yet a simple "hi" to you?

-trust me, he tries. clay tries a whole lot. but he'll be inches away, and freeze up.

-part of him is afraid to love again, because what if everything ends up like hannah? like one big repeat? he's not sure if he can live through that again. it was hard enough the first time around.

-eventually, he gives up, choosing to admire you from afar.

-it's luck for him, however, when you're the one to break the ice.

-he remembers it clearly, how you lean over during english lit.

-"clay? do you have any idea what we're doing. because... yeah, i wasn't listening." / "huh? what? oh, uh, yeah- yeah, it's chapters 12-15, questions 1-10."

-he's panicking. you're talking to him.

the second time, you're complaining about your math grade to a friend. he's not even thinking when he blurts out:

-"i can help you. like, tutor you or whatever. i'm pretty good at it." / "wait, really? like, for real?" / "sure."

-clay's non-chalant on the outside, not so much on the inside.

-you seem happy, and instantly, he is too.

-the first thing he does is head into his room, kicking justin out.

-"yeah, okay, well, the adoption papers strongly disagree." / "please? y/n's coming over! i need this to go well." / "y/n? no shit?" / "no shit."

-justin gives in, he's clay's number hypeman anyways. justin lingers in the main house, and then finally wanders to find jessica. that's not clay's concern right now, though.

-it's his room. or more specifically, his shared room. he's freaking out, he hasn't been this nervous since the trial, as he shoves all - i mean all - of justin's crap into the closet, then cleaning up his own.

-he hesisitates over his akr comics, before shoving them in a drawer.

-clay showers, it won't hurt, and spritzes on some of justin's more... masculine colongne.

-half an hour later, there's a knock at the door. he's giddy as he answers it, yet nervous as well.

-"nice house-shed." / "thanks."

-he hopes it a compliment. you're nodding in approval, taking in his room. (shared room.) the little trinkets and trophies.

-and the one akr comic he left out.

-"oh, you read these?" / "y-yeah. i mean, yes. i do. wait- do you?" / no, but my little brother does."

-it's incredible how the conversation flows so smoothly after that.

-after a while, you and him got close. suddenly, it wasn't just study/tutoring sessions, it was hangouts at your place and his.

-everyone thought the two of you were dating, starting with justin.

-he would just be talking to his brother, and it would slip in.

-"how's it going between you and y/n?" / "what's going?" / "dude, you still haven't said anything?" / "there's nothing to say."

-or between his parents:

-"clay, honey, how's your girlfriend? you should bring her over for dinner!" / "we aren't dating, mom." / "really?"

-and more frequently, at school. everyone just assumed you and him were together, and at some point, you stopped correcting them.

-"hey, man, your girlfriend left her jacket in class." / "i'll give it to her."

-somewhere along the line, the difference between dating and not-dating blurred, to the point where you weren't even sure what was going on.

-"hi, not-boyfriend." / "hey, not-girlfriend."

-^became a regular occurence.

-"should we just date? y-you know, because everyone thinks we are... so... it's like-" / "sure." / "okay. wait, really?" / "yeah, why not? i'm suprised it took you this long. i'm literally always flirting with you." / "oh."

-like i said, clay isn't always the best with girls. it doesn't matter though, because you have enough game for the both of them.

#clay jensen x reader #13rw #13 reasons why #thirteen reasons why #clay jensen x y/n #clay jensen fanfic #clay jensen fluff #clay jensen self insert #13rw self insert

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mrs-kmikaelson · 10 months

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cynicallystiles · 4 years

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Always Here

Disclaimer: Gif originally posted by me.

Author: @cynicallystiles

Request: Anon: Could you write one with Justin? Like maybe something like they’re together but it’s a secret. And one day they’re at his and Clays place cuddling and being cute and then Clay catches them? Cuddling with Justin just seems like the sweetest thing tbh

Warning: Verbally abusive parent, and maybe cursing? I can’t remember.

Notes: Thank you for requesting it, I hope it is somewhat like you imagined anon! Please COMMENT/REBLOG if you enjoy!

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

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You feel his lips move against yours slowly as his fingers press into your waist. A content hum escapes your throat and both hands grip his hair a little bit harder. Delicately, you drag your tongue across his bottom lip. His hands squeeze even harder as he groans involuntarily while pulling away from you.

"Wait, wait, wait," he pauses, letting his heavy pants calm down. "As much as I love when you do that..." He stops and looks from your eyes to your lips longingly, "and I really, really love when you do that...we should stop before we get caught," he sighs, looking around the abandoned hallway for any sign of your classmates.

Pushing your bottom lip out, you let your head fall backward dramatically. "Uggh," you groan playfully and slide your hands from his hair to his chest to grip his open button-up.

"Heyy," he chuckles, trying to lean his head into your line of sight. You let your head fall back forward to face him, though your eyes watch as your fingers trail the fabric of his shirt. "Y/n, don't pout."

You bobble your head a little, raising one eyebrow. "'M not pouting," you murmur. He lets out a huff, and you finally crack a smile. "I'm not. Really. Justin, I know we both decided to keep this...us...a secret..."

"But?" He prompts you to continue when you start to lose your confidence.

"I dunno," you say with a shrug. "That was back when everything crazy was happening." You finally look up into his eyes. "It's been almost a year...I just thought by now I could show you off."

He laughs and pulls you into a hug by your shoulders. You clasp your hands behind his back quickly before he pulls back again, cupping your face with one hand. "Now still isn't a good time...I wasn't supposed to start dating until I've been sober for a year. And even then, they say I'm supposed to take it slow-"

"Oh, you can take it slow when you want to," you tease, nibbling on your bottom lip. He rolls his eyes, fighting the laughter that bubbles up. Sighing, you place your hand over his. "I get it. We can just...stay secret until it's a better time."

He leans forward and places the softest of kisses on your lips for a few moments. "Thank you, baby. I appreciate you so much." You give a lackluster smile as he brushes your nose with his.

"Bell's about to ring...I should get to my locker," you say softly, unable to hide the tinge of disappointment that comes out. But, before Justin can reassure you again, you're already out the double doors into the next hallway.

Later, you sit at the lunch table with your group of friends and zone out into your food as you take a small bite every once in a while. You hear your friends laugh around you, but it's not until Clay bumps your shoulder with his that you look up to meet his eyes.

"Huh? What?" You ask, blinking in surprise.

He snickers a little. "I said you've been unusually quiet today," he says observantly. "Is everything okay?"

"Uh..." your eyes flick across the table to Justin who looks at you with brows furrowed in concern. Just as quickly, you look back to Clay. "I've just been feeling off today. I think I might be sick or something," you half-lie.

Clay promptly puts his wrist to your forehead. "There's no way...yep. As I thought, no fever," he says shaking his head as he looks you over. He pulls on your ear as he pretends to look in. "Nope, nothing in there..." Then, he leans his head to your chest for your heartbeat. "All good there..."

"Stop!" You giggle trying to push him away.

"What? I'm just trying to make sure my best friend is getting the proper attention she deserves," he laughs. "Give me an 'aaah'."

You stick your tongue out at him but keep your mouth closed. "Mmm," you hum before snickering with him. "I feel better now. Thanks, Clay."

"Another satisfied patient!" He jokes and you shake your head before getting up to throw your tray away.

Justin rests his forearms on the table as he watches as you go, slight jealousy burning in his cheeks that Clay is being so openly affectionate with you. He knows the two of you are best friends, and he loves that. But, sometimes he wishes he could be like that and more with you.

The rest of the day goes by and the final bell rings to let out for the day. You gather your things. Deciding not to get a ride home from Clay and Justin, you hop on the bus that goes by your house. As soon as the bus pulls out of the parking lot, you get a text.

JJ: Where you at?

Sighing, you respond quickly.

You: Took the bus today, didn't wanna make you late for your meeting

It wasn't a total lie. It just wasn't exactly the truth either. You'd been feeling bummed about your conversation earlier and you didn't want to make Justin feel bad about your mood.

JJ: Wish you would've told me. We would've at least walked you to the bus babe

You: I know. I'll stop by after your meeting while Clay's at work

You lean your head against the window as the bus rocks gently. You were really hoping that you'd be out of your weird mood by then. Too bad you can never seem to catch a break. As soon as you get home, the usual drama starts in.

"You're home early today," your brother pointed out, calling the attention of your dear mother.

Inhaling deeply, you retreat into the living room where she sits on the couch. "That deadbeat boyfriend of yours finally drop ya?"

"No, ma." You ground your teeth. Hating the way she talked about Justin. "I took the bus."

She rolls her eyes from the TV screen to you, sizing up your outfit. "Is that what you wore to school?" You stay silent and stare at the ground. "I've told you before...no nice boy is gonna want to date you when you dress like that-"

"Dressed like what, ma?" You deadpan.

"Some kind of hussie," she bites. "It's why you only attract junkies like your boy toy. You could date a nice football player if you wanted. They're going places. And they might as well take you with 'em."

You frown deeply as you turn and head out the front door without another word. It's a long walk to Justin's house but you don't really care right now. You hug your arms to your chest and feel the tears dripping from your eyelashes. It bugged you how easily she tore apart your confidence. You felt like you should have thicker skin after living with it for this long.

The sun was setting when you made it to Justin's house. You stopped down the street and wait until you see Clay's car leave the driveway. Quickly, you walked to the carriage house where the two boys stay now. You tapped on the door quietly before stepping back and waiting.

You were beginning to think he didn't hear you as the seconds ticked by so you raise your hand to tap again. Then, the door swings open and startled you. "Y/n? You're here early," he observes, pulling you in from the biting winter air. "You're freezing! Did you walk here?"

Nodding, you let him lead you to the bed. You kick off your shoes while he disappears into the closet for something. He re-emerges with his favorite sweatshirt and gives it to you. You shed your frozen through coat and put on the warm sweatshirt.

"How many times have I told you not to walk here in the winter?" He asks exasperatedly. You shrug silently, lacking any energy to quip back. He begins noticing your behavior. "What happened?"

You look at him with watery eyes, your lip quivering while you fight the emotions. "Oh, baby..." he whispers and pulls you into him. That's all it takes for you to release all your pain. Your shoulders shake and your face contorts as your body is wracked with silent cries.

He lays you down, cuddling you from behind. Justin knows the only thing that makes you like this. It's not the first time it's happened. You showing up at his door a wreck and no idea how to stop it.

You begin to calm down as the tears make your eyelids heavy. Justin gently runs his fingers through your hair, comforting you with soft kisses behind your ear. "Everything's gonna be okay, y/n. Only a few more months and we can go wherever we want. All we need is each other. Okay? I'll always be here for you," he lulls you into a calm state of sleep with his words.

Thirty minutes later when you're sound asleep, lights flash across the windows and Justin hears a car pull into the driveway. Normally, you'd both panic and you'd hide or quickly go out the window. But, you were so exhausted that he couldn't possibly be so cruel to wake you.

Instead, he buries his nose in your hair as the doorknob turns and it pushes open. Clay enters, not noticing you yet. "So turns out," he begins while shedding his coat, "they scheduled me tomorrow and not tod-" he stops in the middle of laying his coat on a chair.

Justin simply looks at him calmly. "Keep it down, would you?" He whispers only slightly sarcastically.

"What's going on here?" Clay questions in whispers.

"What's it look like?" Fully sarcastic. He loves Clay, but he will not hesitate to kick his ass if he wakes you up.

His eyebrows raise and he contemplates the scene. "Uhhh..." he walks over and sits down on his bed. "It looks like you're spooning y/n while she sleeps." Justin squints at him. "Wait, is this a thing?" A tiny tinge of excitement in his voice.

"Yeah," Justin smiles to himself. He's tired of sneaking around and he honestly doesn't even remember why he still wanted to at this moment. "Yeah, it is. Has been for a while," he admits.

Clay breaks out into the most ecstatic smile he's ever seen. "Really? Oh man!" He fights to keep his voice down when he laughs. "That's so great. You two are so good together. I was just waiting for you guys to realize it!"

"You what?" Justin asks quizzically. This was not the reaction he was expecting.

He rolls his eyes. "I've been dropping hints to y/n for months about you two should go out," he rambles. Justin looks down at your sleeping face. "I mean, you two are the most stubborn and strong people I know. No one else would ever keep up with you two."

"Huh," Justin chuckles before looking back to Clay. You must've been keeping those hints a secret. "You're right. Sometimes I can't even keep up with her. But, I sure love trying..."

A small smile comes to your lips. "Me too," you mumble. He rolls his head back and over to you.

"And...you've been awake the whole time," he surmises with a laugh.

You shrug, opening your eyes fully and look from him to Clay. "It's not exactly like either of you are quiet when you whisper." You smirk jokingly.

Justin glares daggers at Clay, who holds his hands up in innocence. "Hold up, it's not my fault," he pleads as Justin springs up and over to Clay. "I'm sorry! Ah! Okay, I'm sorry," he apologizes through laughs as the two begin to wrestle.

You just giggle as you watch them act like brothers. These two really felt like home. Without warning, you hop into their play fight and you all laugh hysterically.

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cityofimagines · 6 years

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"You’re my princess.” – Scott Reed x Reader

Request: helloo please can you make an imagine with Scott and female reader where she's really insecure about her body and never wants Scott to see her (like not even in shorts), so Scott argues with her about it one night and she confesses why she's like that?🙈 thank yoou

A/N: IF YOU’RE READING THIS, YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL AND THE WORLD IS SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU IN IT. If anyone is ever struggling, my messages / inbox is always open 💜 hope you like this imagine!

Warnings: body image / self-esteem issues

The change of season from spring to summer was always an interesting time. On one hand, you loved the idea of warmer weather, beach days, school winding down, and getting to hang out with your boyfriend and friends a lot more. On the other hand, you hated the fact that summer meant warm weather and getting to spend time with more people. Warmer weather meant shorter shorts and looser tops, and spending time with people meant them seeing you in said shorter shorts and looser tops, and them seeing how awful your body was.

You’ve never considered yourself a “pretty girl.” Every time you look in the mirror, you can’t help but notice acne, scars, and extra weight in all the wrong places. You felt uncomfortable in anything other than jeans and sweatshirts.

Somehow even with all of these problem areas you could never get your mind off of, you had managed to capture the heart of Scott Reed, one of Liberty High’s hottest and sweetest boys, (if you do say so yourself). Scott always told you how beautiful and talented and kind you were, but for some reason you could never fully believe it.

Currently you were staring inside your closet, trying to pick out an outfit for the baseball game tonight. It was the first one of the season, meaning everybody in the world would be there. Scott was playing, and obviously you wanted to go and support him, but the small voice in the back of your mind kept saying that your bed in your room was much more welcoming and comfortable than bleacher seats out in the wide open.

You were so jealous of girls that could just pick out any outfit in two seconds and look perfect in them. For you, you needed to plan out every detail and every possible scenario that could occur in the outfit you were about to wear. You hated feeling this way, but it was truly how you felt and you didn’t know how to change it.

Your phone began to buzz from its spot on your desk behind you. You turned around and walked over to it. The contact name “Scotty💗” was prominently placed at the top of the screen. You smiled before answering. You put it on speaker and threw it down on your bed before walking back over to stare at your closet.

“Hey beautiful!” His voice echoed through your room.

“Hey Scotty.” You said, feeling yourself blush slightly at the nickname. It’s like he always knew what to say at the exact right time.

“Ready for the game tonight?” He asked.

“I feel like I’m the one who should be asking you that question.” You replied and he laughed.

“Yeah probably.” He said, causing you to giggle. “Anyways I was wondering if you wanted me to pick you up? I’m about to leave my house and head over there now if you’re ready. Obviously I have to get there early, and I wasn’t sure if you wanted to or not but I figured I had to ask, yanno?”

You laughed at how much he rambled at such a simple thing, but it just showed how much he cared. “Yeah that’s fine babe. I’m basically ready.” You lied.

“Okay cool, I’ll be there in 15 then!”

“Perfect.”

“Love you!”

“Love you too!”

Fifteen minutes.

Exactly 16 minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You quickly ran to get it. “Hey you.” Scott said, pulling you in for a kiss to greet you.

“Hey.” You said. You noticed him looking down at your outfit.

“Where are you going dressed like this babe? It’s almost 90 degrees out right now.” He laughed, grabbing your hands.

Your face fell. In a moment of panic, you had resorted to what you were comfortable in; black leggings and a big sweatshirt. “I- I don’t know.” You stuttered.

Scott looked confused. “Why don’t you go change real quick? I don’t want you to sweat to death.” He laughed.

“No...” You trailed off.

“Why not?”

“Babe, I just- I can’t.” You said defensively.

“(y/n)...” He started. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing!”

“Don’t give me that shit. You’re clearly unhappy and I need to make you happy again.” He said firmly.

You sighed. Even in these situations, this boy could for real just melt your heart.

“I don’t want you to see me. My body is gross. I don’t anyone to see me actually. I hate wearing revealing stuff.”

This time Scott’s face fell. “Baby...” And before you knew it you were wrapped in a hug. His tall frame enveloped you perfectly. You relaxed into him. His hands trailed up and down your back slowly. He pulled away after what felt like forever. “As your boyfriend, I’m obligated to tell you daily that you’re beautiful, but for real babe. You are absolutely gorgeous. I can’t even imagine how you can’t see it. You are the prettiest girl I have ever laid eyes on. But if you don’t see it, then fuck it right? Looks are overrated anyways. It’s what’s on the inside that really matters. You are such a sweet and genuine girl. I don’t really know what else I can say. You’re just so perfect to me. It kills me to see that you don’t think that about yourself.”

“Scotty...” You started. Your heart was pounding a mile a minute. This boy really did know the perfect thing to say at the exact right time. “Thank you.”

“Of course. You’re my princess. I gotta make sure you always feel like one.”

“I love you so much.” You said, before crashing your lips to his.

He could barely get out an, ‘I love you too’ before you grabbed his face to make out with him again.

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jensensfanfic · 2 years

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THE LOVE ACT

pairing: clay jensen x fem!reader

warnings: -

a/n: i sat down to write a completely different kind of a fic with clay, but then this somehow happened? hahaha. personally i don't much like writing anything dialogue-free but i just couldn't stop once i started this and i hope someone enjoys it anyways.

Clay was the type of friend that you could do anything with, tell anything to, and be your complete, unfiltered self around. He was kind, funny, protective, and you were so thankful to have him in your life.

At this point, in senior year, you'd been his best friend since you were very young. Your father's taught together at the same university, and that meant you would see him whenever they met up for coffee or to watch a game. It started off with your Dad handing you a little gift as you walked to Jensen's front door. He had knocked and then told you to wish Clay a happy birthday and hand it to him. Small, toddler hands reached for the box and found a colourful, toy robot inside. Father's suggested their son and daughter to high five, or hug in thanks, and the rest is history. Ever since, you'd hung out almost every single day.

Then, things changed. Not in a bad way, not at all, but you could tell things had shifted somewhere along the line, and you knew Clay felt it too.

Your eyes met and took far longer than usual to fall away. Hands lingered, fingers reaching out to touch, but never meeting. Hugs felt a second longer than they used to. Things between you were more tense, and even your closest friends had noticed.

Jessica, Tyler, Tony... all of them could tell that there was something more between the two of you. There had been days where Jess had asked you about it, and for months you lied, telling her that everything was normal. You were just best friends and that was all. But then eventually, you gave in. and you told her how you felt about Clay, really.

Clay had said the same things to Justin and Tony. They spilled on their suspicions, and in time, were also let in on his truth. The only problem was that neither of you would admit it to each other.

At first you were afraid of losing Clay if he ever found out, but the secret found it's way through your friend group, and it wasn't very long until both of you knew. Being mad at your friends only crossed your mind for a few hours, thoughts of the boy you were falling for taking over.

Quickly after, you realised that your fears were just that. He wasn't going anywhere. All your cards - and his - were on the table, and he was still inviting you over for movie nights, and study sessions, and whatever other reason he could come up with to spend more and more time with you. But he also always remained subtle and shy.

There was no push. You didn't feel any pressure whatsoever to discuss what you had both revealed, or to act on it in any way. You did the same for him, never asking questions or trying to talk about it; no matter how much you wanted to. Neither of you forced any kind of uninvited contact. Even though, every time you even glanced in Clay's direction now, you could so easily imagine yourselves together.

Your arms wrapped around him, your lips on his, your bodies tangled together. The images left your skin tingling, your body itching to act. And, finally, on a particular evening after school, you did.

It was a normal night. A Thursday. You both wanted to finish you robotics project that, of course, you had been working together on for a couple of weeks now. Clay asked you hold something in place while he collected some glue from a drawer, but then you slipped, or your hand cramped, or... something, and the robot fell. Two hands were swift to catch it, your fingers grazing over each other's as you carefully placed it back on the counter.

But neither of your hands moved. Both of them still touching as you felt Clay hook his index finger around yours. You reacted by doing the same, glancing up into slightly wide, hopeful eyes. Clay was brave in a lot of ways, but at this moment you thought maybe shyness would overcome him and he would back away. The next few moments proved you wrong.

Clay's fingertips brushed along and around the skin of your hand as he tested the waters, making his move and linking your hands together. Palm against palm, you watched in wonder as he smiled, loving the way it felt to properly hold a part of you. He reached to take the other hand, and you felt your own smile grow.

The spark between you crackled and shone, and a couple of seconds felt like a lifetime, before he took the ultimate step and asked you a simple, but life altering question. To which, you had an equally simple and equally life altering answer. Yes.

Eyes searched and lingered, before finally falling closed. Hands roamed, fingers wandering, feeling everywhere they could reach. Bodies moved closely together. Everything fell into place, and you felt so undoubtedly loved.

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I’ll probably comeback and edit this at some point - there are parts I’m not sure about, but it was written at 1am with no planning so I hope you liked so far :)

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zachdtfdempsey-blog · 7 years

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I Promise // Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: could you please do a zach imagine wherein zach gives the reader a promise ring? ☺

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Wanted to put out my best work, but not gonna lie I kinda got lazy and procrastinated. Hope y’all like it though. (Also, I kind of had to search up what a promise ring was because I haven’t been in enough relationships or a long enough relationship to know… lmfao)

Warning(s): Just some cutesy shiz, and a very cheesy/extra Zach.

The school day had just ended, as you rushed out of the school hallway in tears.

It was your one year anniversary with your boyfriend, Zach Dempsey, and it seems that he had completely forgotten about it due to his lack of acknowledgement towards the occasion. You wanted to think you were just overreacting, but Zach was your very first boyfriend, and you were probably his billionth girlfriend, and you couldn’t help but feel heartbroken at the idea of him forgetting about a day that was so special for the both of you.

You sped towards your car to head home. That was until your best friend, Jess, stopped you.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going driving home in that kind of state?” She asked, blocking the car door with her body.

“Jess, I’m not in the mood right now. Go away,” you replied, trying to keep your poise.

Next thing you knew, you were sitting in the passenger’s seat of your car, crying to a Sam Smith song, while Jess drove you to her house.

“I mean, how could he possibly forget our anniversary? I thought I was a good girlfriend. Maybe I am a good girlfriend. He’s just not a good boyfriend! Otherwise, I wouldn’t be sitting here, with you, no offense I love you, but I’d rather be cuddling with Zach, celebrating our anniversary than crying to some stupid love songs… I mean, I could be, if only he’d ANSWER MY DAMN TEXTS!” you rambled, slightly hyperventilating and pounding the dashboard. “Not even a text. One text would’ve sufficed!”

“Okay, I know you’re upset, but can you chill, Y/N? Seriously,” Jess sighed. “You’re kind of overreacting. Don’t let this one little mistake pull you down. Your relationship isn’t over. You’ll fix this. But for the time being, I’m going to take you out on a little girl’s night out. Get’cho mind off of all this. Sound good?”

4 hours later, you were admiring yourself in front of a mirror, wearing one of Jess’s sexy red dresses, black stilettos, with your hair and makeup all done.

Jess came out of her bathroom wearing a plain black dress, and ballet flats. “Wow, Y/N, you look gorgeous! I did good,” she said, flipping her hair, praising herself for the amazing makeover she gave you.

“Thanks Jess, you look,” you inspected her up and down before finishing, “No offense, but underdressed. What the hell?”

Jess nervously laughed it off, and said, “Well, this night is for you, not for me. Anyway, we’re going to be late to our reservation, so we gotta motor.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, picking up your purse. “Where are we going?”

“Um.. this super fancy restaurant. But it’s a surprise,” she smirked.

Jess forced you to keep your eyes shut for the entire car ride, partly because she “wanted her surprise to be perfect,” but also because every single time you opened your eyes, she honked the car, which annoyed you and probably every other driver on the road.

You felt the car come to a stop, and so you asked, “May I open my eyes now?”

“Yes, you may,” Jess responded, getting out of the car and meeting you on the passenger side.

You opened your eyes, to see you were in front of Monet’s. Your jaw dropped in shock, as you got out of the car and slammed the door behind you. “MONET’S? Really? Thank you for the kind gesture, Jess, but when you said we were going to a ‘fancy restaurant,’ Monet’s wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” you said, crossing your arms. “Also, for your information, it’s closed.”

“Shut up, Y/N, and just don’t question it,” Jess grabbed you by the arm, and opened the front door with a key. You gasped, surprised that she even had one in her possession, as she led you inside the cafe.

Though it was fairly dark inside, the string of lights that hung across the cafe’s ceiling dimly lit up the place, creating a picturesque setting. “Wow, this is beautiful…” You were so lured into the beauty of the room, that you jumped when Jess whispered in your ear, “Have fun, girl.”

You turned around to ask her what the hell she was talking about, but she had already fled the cafe and drove away. In your car. You pursed your lips and clenched your first. A part of you wanted to be angry she left your emotionally vulnerable self alone at a closed cafe by yourself with no way of getting back home, but another part of you knew she was doing this for a reason, so you wandered around the cafe looking for an answer.

You walked towards the counter and noticed a trail of rose petals and candles on the floor leading towards the corner of the room, and that’s when you saw it. Zach Dempsey, the love of your life, all dressed up in a suit and tie, standing in front of the exact table he asked you out at exactly one year ago.

You walked towards your boyfriend, unable to contain the huge smile on your face. He beamed at your presence, and said, “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

His compliment sent shivers down your spine, as you hadn’t heard from him all day, and so your first instinct was to leap up and hug him. “I love you,” you whispered into his ear. He held you tightly and kissed your lips softly, then sat you down for some dinner.

After an hour of eating, joking around with each other, and reminiscing on your relationship, Zach began to apologize for leaving you hanging.

“Did you really think I forgot our anniversary?” he chuckled.

“Well, yeah. I mean, I don’t know. Was that stupid of me? You’re my first boyfriend so I don’t really know how these things work…” You sipped on your water, embarrassed.

“No, it’s not stupid. I was the stupid one. I’m sorry I put you through that today. That was not my intention and I really don’t know why I didn’t think about how much my actions would hurt you. I was just really focused on surprising you good,” he said.

Reaching for his hand across the table, you answered, “And you did surprise me good. Seriously, this is the sweetest thing anybody’s ever done for me. How did you even make this happen?”

He blushed at your response, and explained, “Well, first I asked Clay to convince Skye to let me have the cafe after closing so that it could just be the two of us. I know it’s not exactly fancy, but this table we’re sitting at right now has a lot of meaning.. Anyway, I’m surprised Skye said yes, but I guess she’s pretty fond of Clay. Then I asked Jess to trick you into having a fancy girl’s night out with her so you could get all dolled up before meeting me here.”

“Well, she tricked me good,” you responded, making his smile grow even bigger.

He continued, “Oh, and I saved up my allowance for the past few months in order to afford all the candles and roses and stuff.”

You smiled, your heart racing at the idea of him putting in so much effort just to make this one night as special and perfect as it was. You leaned your chin on your hand in admiration, until you came to a realization and commented, “Wait, there’s no way this costed a couple months worth of allowance.”

He sighed, “You’re right. There’s one more thing you haven’t seen yet.” He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny jewelry box.

“Oh my god,” you said softly, as tears began to form in your eyes.

He opened the box to reveal a shiny, diamond-encrusted ring. You stared at it with gratitude, as tears began to fall from your eyes.

Zach reached over to hold your face and wipe your tears with his thumb. You held his hand to your face, and looked up at him staring straight into your eyes, seeing he was tearing up as well. Never have you felt this kind of intimacy with him before, and it wasn’t often that you saw this sensitive side of him. You were crazy about him, and you knew he was crazy about you too.

“Y/N,” he began, “I wanted to give you this ring as a promise. A promise that I will stay forever committed to you and our future. I promise I will never leave your side. I promise that no matter the situation, I will still be here for you always.” He began to choke up, seeing you crying tears of joy. “You’re the only girl who’s ever made me feel this way. You’re the funniest, dorkiest, and most charming girl I know, and I feel so lucky to be loved by you. You’re the first person I’ve ever been in love with, and I want you to know that I promise, I will love you until the end of time.”

He slipped the ring onto your finger, and you got up from your chair, trembling with happiness. He got up and wrapped you in his arms as you both cried tears of joy together.

“God, I’m ruining my makeup,” you joked in between sniffles.

“You’re still beautiful, babe,” he replied. He laid a kiss on your forehead, and said, “Thank you for an amazing year of adventure. Happy anniversary.”

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sophiewritesworld · 3 years

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BABIES MAKIN’ BABIES | Jeff Atkins

Requested by anon: Hiiiii 13 reasons why, Jeff Atkins... where you guys are still in high school and your pregnant and when you find out you ignore him for some days and then the fluff at the end PLEASE!!

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x Reader

Word count: 1.4k words.

A/N: Slowly building back my inspiration. Bear with me xX

It started one morning when you woke up feeling like you had the most terrible hangover of all your existence without even drinking the night before. You were nauseous and liable to throw up at the lightest smell of food or any scent for that matter, even your shampoo made you feel sick. Maybe you shouldn’t have had that much pizza with your siblings the night before. “Good morning beautiful.” Jeff wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him but the moment his cologne - which you normally adored - hit your nose, you felt instantly sick.

“Morning” You responded trying not to inhale his scent too much and pushed yourself away from him. You never did that.

He frowned. “You good?”

“I agreed on pizza night with Tara and Josh and now my stomach is making me pay for it.” Or so you thought. By lunchtime, you were starving. You realized it when you finished your lunch entirely and still went for your favorite snack as you were heading to your first afternoon class.

But the sickness you thought was gone came back the next morning and the morning after and the morning after. You couldn’t continue blaming the poor pepperoni pizza and mozzarella sticks you ate days ago. “Have you considered being pregnant?” Jessica said when you got out of the bathroom after emptying your stomach. The smell of Montgomery’s sandwich, a basic cheese and ham with mayo, made you feel sick and you rushed to the nearest bathroom, followed by Jessica who was seriously starting to worry about your condition.

“I am on the pill.”

She raised her eyebrows. “And?”

“And it’s impossible for me to be pregnant.”

“It’s only ninety-nine percent effective at preventing pregnancy.”

How unlucky you would be to be the one percent remaining of this popular statistic? But you couldn’t be pregnant. Not now. You pushed the idea away from your thoughts and Jessica to the side as you stormed out of the bathroom. You got back to your seat between your boyfriend and Monty who was still slowly eating his sandwich. It triggered your stomach but you forced yourself not to let the sickness take over. “You alright baby?”

You nodded, forcing a smile on your lips. No, you were far from being alright but you couldn’t just tell him that your friend just planted the idea in your brain that you might be pregnant and that was the reason why you were so sick lately.

Are you upset ?

You weren’t upset. You were mortified at the simple thought that what she said could potentially be true.

Of course not

The three dots were quick to appear on your screen.

Have you taken a test ?

No, I’m scared

Do you have one ?

You had three sitting in your bathroom counter for hours. You got them from the Baker’s pharmacy after school. You didn’t think about it, you grabbed them with the hazelnut chocolate bars you were craving since your bio class this morning. Hannah didn’t make a comment on it. Jessica told her what happened while she was in the library with Clay. She just gave you a comforting smile before you left the shop. You sat your phone on the counter next to the first test you dared to take. Three minutes seemed incredibly long all of a sudden when in other circumstances they seemed so quick. Jessica didn’t send another message when you didn’t respond to the previous one. She must have figured what was going on. She waited with you, looking at the screen of her phone, just as anxious and scared as you were sitting on the closed toilet seat, nervously pulling your shirt’s sleeves over your hands.

The alarm went off and you jumped on your feet, turning it off and purposely avoiding eye contact with the white and blue test next to it as if by doing this something was going to miraculously change the unavoidable truth. But your mind was too curious to know that you caught the single word written on the small screen of the stick with your peripheral vision. Pregnant. Your knees almost gave up on you and you had to steady yourself by holding the edge of the white and grey countertop. “(Y/N/N)?” There was a knock on your bedroom door that you didn’t hear, you only heard the one on your bathroom door. “Honey, are you alright?”

“Yeah mom, I’m fine.”

“Dinner’s ready, we’re waiting for you.”

“I’ll be down in a minute.” You tried your best to sound normal. And your mother bought it. You glanced down at the test and the word was still the same. Pregnant.

During dinner, you didn’t speak much, pushing and dragging your food on your plate. Not only you weren’t hungry but the smell triggered your stomach. You found some stupid excuse about upcoming tests and college admissions to leave before everybody was done. Then you locked yourself in your room, grabbing the two remains tests, ready to dismantle the result of the first one but it only slapped you harder when they were all positive. You felt sick again. Pregnancy was meant to be a happy time. But you were terrified to the point that when Jeff tried to call you later that evening, you ignored him. You couldn’t talk to him, not right now. You needed to process the news first.

The next day - and the days after - you pretended being sick and asked to stay home which your parents didn’t really argue with. You didn’t respond to any of Jeff’s calls or messages and when he showed up to your house, you pretended to be asleep so you didn’t have to face him.

But when Monday came, there weren’t many options left for you and you had to go to school. You had to face Jeff and tell him everything. “What’s the silent treatment for?”

Jeff had his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the locker next to yours. “There’s no silence treatment, J.” You avoided the eye contact as much as you could.

“Then why have you been ignoring me for days?” He slammed your locker shut and stepped in front of you, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t you dare tell me there is nothing because obviously there is and you are hiding it from me, (Y/N)”

You didn’t have time to react that tears filled your eyes. Damn hormones. The smallest things made you emotional. “We need to talk but not here.” Silence was heavy in the car as Jeff speed through Evergreen’s streets. You thought about a million ways to tell him you were carrying his child but the very moment you were seated in front of him, holding the hold chocolate cups tightly between your hands, it felt like you had forgotten how to speak. Jeff cleared his throat, getting slightly annoyed by the silence. You took a deep breath and looked up. “I am pregnant.” You never said the words out loud, thought them but never said them to anybody. “I found out last week but I didn’t know how to tell you… ” Now it was his turn to remain silent, not knowing what to say. “Jeff please say something”

He didn’t. He wanted to but he couldn’t seem to find the right words. Just like you, it hit him like a brick wall but unlike you, he felt happy. So happy that when he caught your gaze, he started crying. “I really thought you wanted to break up with me, (Y/N/N).”

“Oh my God, Jeff.” Now it was the two of you crying. “I would never even think about it.”

Jeff moved to sit by your side and pulled you against him, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier, I didn’t mean to baby.” He mumbled.

“You were pretty intimidating.” Jeff chuckled at your words. How did you manage to crack a joke in the middle of an emotional moment?

When you looked at him, he had a soft smile plastered on his lips and he moved his hand to push away the rest from your face. “We’re having a baby, uh?” You just nodded and smiled before resting your head against his chest.

“You think we can handle a baby?”

“We’ll manage, my love.” He responded already thinking about your future life. The three of you.

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misschanadlerbong · 10 months

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Chapter 13 pt.2 - Fuck Patriarchy

Summary: Graduation ceremony and saying goodbyes.

Warning: Violence and swear words.

Word Count: 1.7k

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Finally, graduation day arrived, and graduation became more important when students voted you as the valedictorian. You wanted to give a perfect speech that would provoke a feeling of enthusiasm and motivation in the audience. There was just one thing that you were not allowed to say, Principal told you explicitly to not use any offending words. So, you spent days preparing for the speech which gave you an excuse to not talk about the fight Clay and you had on the night of Prom.

The fight could have led to the breakup but not if you do not talk about it. All you both did was pretend as if nothing happened and figure things out on your own. It created a distance between both of you, but you were still officially together.

You reached school with Tony, and Jessica, and met Charlie and Alex at the school gate. Justin and Clay were going to come together. Everyone stood in the hallway talking about how they will miss everyone and what they are pursuing after they graduate.

“I am going to miss you a lot, Alex.” Said Charlie holding his hand.

Alex pecked his lips and said, “I am going to miss you too Charles. But we have all summer, and you are graduating next year you can come to my college, and we can have a lot of fun together.”

Suddenly a boy came behind Alex and wrapped his hand around his shoulder. “Aww aren’t you guys the sweetest?” he mocked.

Alex threw his hand off his shoulder pushing him and yelled “Fuck off, Monty!”

“Fuck you, Alex! You fucking faggot!” growled Monty.

“No, Monty you’re not man enough.”

Everybody was shocked at Alex’s reply and started clapping at his sassiness. But Monty became furious and took a step toward Alex intending to hit him. You came in between and drove him off by your hand.

“Back off Monty.” You demanded.

Monty smirked and said, “At least now I know what your hand feels like against my chest,” you removed your hand from his chest with disgust on your face. Before you knew Clay came from behind and punched Monty in the face and howled “That’s my girlfriend you are talking about dick.”

You never saw Clay this angry before. You were supposed to worry but instead, a smile took over your face seeing your protective boyfriend. Monty started to retaliate and with him, his other friends also joined the fight. You came out of the battle zone and leaned beside a locker to watch. Jessica asked, “Aren’t we supposed to stop them?”

“No, if we go in there, we will end up getting hurt and I don’t think they are going to stop. You know what they say, never break up a dog’s fight.” You suggested.

“You have a point.” Jessica agreed.

The students were divided into two groups on one side it was Clay, Tony, Alex, Justin, Charlie and Monty, Scott, Bryce, Diego, and Luke on the other. Clay took it up with Bryce. All these days when he wanted to beat the shit out of him, he finally got the chance. “How…dare you… touch my…girlfriend” yelled Clay in intervals while pushing him with force.

Unfortunately, Clay was not strong enough to fight him all by himself and ended up getting punched by Bryce in his eye. Out of nowhere Zach came in between and pushed Bryce against the locker throwing limitless punches at him.

“You ruined my fucking life” howled Zach.

“All this because you didn’t get to fuck Y/N? Because I got to her while she was still dating you? Huh, Dempsey? She didn’t fuck you because you are a fucking pussy ass bitch.” Teased Bryce.

Zach got more furious and punched Bryce harder this time leading his nose to bleed. “Yeah, right. At least I didn’t get punched by Y/N like you did multiple times. And for the record, you couldn’t fuck her either.” Said Zach returning the favor.

Before the fight could escalate more Principal Bolan and the school counselor came in between to stop the fight and shouted “Stop it, everybody! It is a good thing you cannot get suspended now. Proceed to the ground for your graduation ceremony, everyone now!”

Everyone stopped and started walking towards the school ground for the ceremony. All it took was just one intense argument to release all the stored anger these boys. Clay walked towards you stretching out his hand for you to hold it.

“That was fucking impressive Jensen.”

“Thank you!” Clay chuckled lightly.

“You know you are gonna have a blue eye tomorrow, right?” you raised your eyebrow.

“Would you love me less if I did have a blue eye?” asked Clay.

“Eh, well…” you teased him and shrugged while chuckling.

You all assembled on the school ground. The ground was sunbathed with malachite green and bright yellow color, and the audience stand was decorated with the school’s official blue color. You all put on your blue gowns and caps and settled yourselves into the arranged seats in front of the stage. Above the stage hung a huge blue banner that said, ‘Congratulations Liberty High Class of 2023’.

The ceremony started with the principal’s welcome speech and then everybody was called up on the stage one by one to receive the graduation certificate. After the certificate distribution, Jessica as the Class president was asked to give a speech. Her speech was eloquent, engaging, and confident and had a spark of feminism in it.

After the class President, it was the valedictorian’s turn to enlighten the audience with her words. Hence, you climbed up on the stage to the podium and adjusted the mic according to your height.

“I came to this school with a lot of aspirations and hopes. Switching to this school has been a meaningful change in my life, I learned a lot during my time here. I made new friends, met new people, found love, and made new enemies,” you paused as the audience laughed at your ‘enemies’ point. “Halfway through the year, I thought I will not be able to survive this high school phase. It’s so hard to wake up every morning not knowing what challenge you will face today in school; would you get good grades? Would you be able to keep up with the trends? Would you be able to satisfy your parents? Will your friends remain your friends? High school is hard to survive but I am living proof, we all are. We survived high school. Struggling through all the challenges breaks us into pieces but we must pick up those pieces and create a new you, the unbreakable you. I wish you guys all the best for your life ahead…And yes as our president said, ‘fuck the patriarchy’.”

Hearing those last words your principal frowned and sighed and was forced to clap. The audience burst into a round of applause and a few parents including your parents even gave you a standing ovation. To mark the end of the ceremony everybody threw their caps in the sky. The sky got filled with blue caps flying into the air. The view was spectacular.

You climbed down the stage to meet the gang and Jessica came from behind announcing “We survived high school ya’ll bring it in.”

“Nah I don’t do hugs.” Said, Clay.

“Oh, come on Nerd, don’t throw tantrums.” You said dragging him into the group hug.

Clay wanted to talk to you about something so after having coffee at the Monéts with everybody you both climbed up to the cliff to enjoy the beautiful sunset whilst talking.

The view from the cliff was magnificent the evening sun cast long mysterious shadows on the ground. The setting sun's slanting rays gave the sky an orange tinge. The cliff was Clay’s special spot, whenever he felt sad or felt a need to be alone, he came here. You have been with Clay a couple of times to just enjoy the sweet air against your skin and cuddle up on the wintery nights.

You put your head on Clay’s shoulders and said, “Hey Clay, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“I wanted to say something too about the fight we had, I guess we should talk.” Said Clay with a concerned tone in his voice.

“Okay, you go first.” You said sitting up straight and making eye contact with him.

“I am so sorry for storming off that night. I got too angry and feared I might say something that could have hurt you. So, I am sorry for that. But the thought of losing you was unbearable, and I thought about it. I think you can love people and still let them go. So, Y/N I love you, and I let you go, go live your dream. And you know if we happen to meet after a few years and are still single then maybe we can find a way back to each other.”

“Aww Clay, do you want me to cry? You are such a drama queen.”

“You wanted to say something?” inquired Clay.

“Yes, a couple of days earlier I received a mail from Stanford University, and guess what? I got in. So, I am sorry Clay Jensen you are stuck with me for a little longer here in California as I decided to go there.” You said with a cheery voice.

“But what about your dream college?” asked Clay.

“Clay, I did a little reflecting and realized that you are the best thing that has happened to me this year and someone told me that if you love someone hold onto them. Do not ever let go of them. Clay, you made me happy, if it were not for you, I don’t think I could have gotten any better after all things I have been through. So, I am never letting you go. And for the record, your mother offered me the summer internship, so I will be assisting her in her legal clinic.”

Clay’s piercing blue eyes started shining and a grin took over his pretty face adding a blush to his cheeks. You leaned in and planted a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Ouch” cried, Clay.

“Oops,” you said realizing the cut he had on his lips due to the fight. You rested your forehead against him and then hugged him while the sun set down on the horizon.

THE END.

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shayyprasad · 7 days

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game - how you and clay became you and clay. (♡)

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updated 4/21/2024

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megslangley02 · 4 years

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Hold Me Close - Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader

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Montgomery De La Cruz x Reader

Monty comes to the reader after trouble at home and they comfort him :(

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

Word Count - 1.8k

It was almost 3 am when your doorbell rang multiple times. Your parents were at a wedding for the weekend so you were home alone. Sitting up abruptly in bed, you quickly woke up, threw on a hoodie and jogged downstairs. Cautiously opening the door, your eyes fell onto a familiar figure.

Montgomery De La Cruz.

You'd known Monty since the two of you started at Liberty and never been especially close but knew each other relatively well. There always seemed to be some form of flirting happening between the two of you but it never turned into anything more. You knew he was damaged and that he didn't have much self-control. You'd witnessed him lashing out multiple times, firing like a loose cannon. He hung around Bryce and the other jocks which meant you'd normally sit with him at lunch, being good friends with Justin, Scott and some of the others.

However, the boy stood in front of you now was not the one you seemed to know. His head was bowed and his hood was covering most of his face.

"Monty?" You asked, his head raising slightly.

"I-just." his voice broke slightly as he tried to speak, "please can I come in, Y/n. I don't know where else to go." He stated. The way he said your name made your heart break slightly, it was so hollow.

You nodded your head and closed the door behind him once he was inside. Flicking on the light, you could see him clearly. The side of his face was red, with some parts turning black and he had fresh scratches all over.

You gasped slightly as the realisation hit you. You'd always seen Monty with bruises or cuts but you'd assumed they'd been from football or fistfights. A wave of guilt rushed over you. You'd never realised what was happening at home.

"I'm so sorry, Monty." You whispered, stepping closer to him.

He avoided your gaze and opened his mouth but only a croak came out as you saw a tear fall from his eye. You wrapped your arms around him and he rested his head on yours. His body shook with shaky breaths as you felt your own tears forming behind your eyes. You'd thought Monty was damaged but you were wrong; he wasn't damaged, he was completely broken.

You pulled away from the hug after a little while and looked at his red eyes, tears still falling. Seeing him like this made you feel sick to your stomach. You took his hand, interlocking your fingers and leading him to the kitchen. He stood, leaning on the counter, as you fished around in the cupboards, pulling out two mugs, hot chocolate powder and mini marshmallows. You walked over to the freezer and pulled out a bag of peas. He watched you as you moved around the kitchen, filling the mugs with milk and putting them in the microwave. You walked over and handed him the frozen peas. The corners of his mouth tilted upwards as a thank you. He put the bag onto his bruised cheek and winced slightly at the pressure and the cold. You didn't expect him to talk about it, he wasn't a very talkative person; especially when it came to something personal.

The kitchen stood silent as the two of you didn't say anything. It wasn't exactly a comfortable silence but there wasn't anything awkward about it either. Since you'd opened the door, you'd been wondering why Monty had come here. Come to you, at his most vulnerable and when he needed someone the most. He had come to you.

You knew Bryce was out of town for the weekend at some fancy country club party with his parents but there were loads of other people. The whole baseball team, for example. But no, Monty had come to your house.

You were drawn out of your thoughts by the microwave beeping. You walked over and grabbed the mugs, setting them down quickly before they scorched your hands. You picked up two generous handfuls of marshmallows and put them on top. Turning around, you could see Monty was smiling at you. It was only a small smile and the majority of his face was covered by the bag of peas but you still saw it. You carried the mugs into your living room and set them on the coffee table in front of the sofa, Monty following behind.

You realised you hadn’t even asked if he wanted a drink, you’d just made one. Whenever you were down or needing cheering up, hot chocolate was always the answer. It was an automatic response, you were never the greatest at consoling people but you were a good listener and always there for your friends and surely you’d have to be crazy to decline a mug of hot chocolate.

He sat down and put his head in his hands, placing the bag of peas on the table.

"I'm sorry, Y/n," he whispered as you sat beside him on the sofa. It was the first time he'd spoken since he'd stood on your doorstep.

“Sorry? Monty, you have no reason to be," you replied softly, tilting your head to try and see his face.

He looked up at you with desperate eyes.

"It's not fair, to come here and dump this on you. I just-" He paused, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

You moved closer to him and placed your hand on his shoulder.

"I promise you, it's okay. You're not dumping anything on me, I’m here, Monty. I want to help."

He looked at you as you felt tears in your eyes, threatening to fall. You didn't know why seeing him like this made you feel so deeply sad. You felt like you should've been here for him ages ago. But, how could you? You didn't know what was happening and you didn't know how. The best you'd been able to come up with so far was hot chocolate and marshmallows. A tear slipped out as you realised you had no idea how to make any of this better.

He silently wiped your tear away as you looked up at him.

"I just knew that if I was with you, I'd feel better." He whispered, his hand lingering on your cheek.

You smiled slightly as your stomach twisted at his words and a warmth spread through your body and up to your cheeks. Except, at the same time, looking at him devastated you. You closed your eyes as he stroked your cheek with his thumb.

When you opened them, Monty was closer to you and you felt your heartbeat quicken. You stared into his dark eyes and before you were fully aware of what was happening, you shut your eyes and Monty's lips were on yours. He kissed you softly as you moved your hand from his shoulder and onto the back of his neck, your fingers wandering into his dark hair as you pulled him closer. You didn't know a single kiss could hold so much emotion, but this one did. It was slow and gentle, neither of you wanting to change it into something more. It sparked something inside of you that you hadn't felt before, making your skin feel electric to his touch. The two of you parted and just looked at each other, both at a loss for words.

Monty didn't say anything instead, he just looked at you, trying to read your expression. Your head spun, in your mind, you’d always disregarded the comments Monty had made at school, knowing he said the same to other girls.

However, thinking about it, lately, he hadn’t been complimenting other girls… just you.

A small smile spread across your lips and you kissed him again. He pulled you into his lap as you wrapped your arms around him. You pulled away and looked at the bruise on the side of his face.

“It’s fine, Y/n, it’s just a bruise. He was drunk and I said something I shouldn’t have.” He replied, looking away from you.

“It’s not fine.” You whispered softly, resting your forehead on his.

He kissed you again, his hands bringing you closer to him. He never wanted to let you go and he needed you with him.

“At least, stay here for the weekend.” You mumbled, being careful to not put your hands on his bruise.

“What about your parents? I don’t want to get you in trouble, Y/n,” He replied, his voice soft.

“They’re not here and even if they were, I can talk to them and-“

You looked at him with sad eyes and buried your head into his neck. He sighed and hugged you tight.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, not saying anything and just enjoying the feeling of having the other in your arms.

You yawned, remembering it was the middle of the night.

“Do you wanna go upstairs?” You asked, ignoring the hot chocolates sat on the coffee table.

“Yeah, okay,” He replied softly.

You slipped off of him and stood up, offering your hand to pull him up. The two of you walked up the stairs and you lead him to your room. You were glad your parents had made you tidy it the day before, as it was actually in an okay state for someone else to be seeing it.

Monty walked over to the photos stuck on the wall and looked at all the smiling faces. One was from a house party at Bryce's a few months ago; there were a couple of other people in the photo but Monty noticed that you and he were looking at each other and laughing, each holding a red cup filled with god knows what and raising them to each other. He thought back to that night and remembered thinking how pretty you’d looked.

You walked over to him and rested your head on his shoulder, following his eyes to the photo. It was one of the only photos you had together but you had always loved it.

“I beat you at beer pong that night,” You stated with a smile.

Monty smiled at you properly for the first time and shook his head, “we’ll have to have a rematch,” he replied, turning to look at you, "and I’m pretty sure that was Reed’s fault, not mine,” He added, causing you to smile.

You took off your hoodie and climbed into bed. Monty climbed in next to you and rolled over to look at you. He tangled you up in his arms and pulled you close, resting his head on yours. You felt his heartbeat slow and his body relax as you buried your head in his chest and breathed in his scent.

You realised how deeply he needed you and, although you hadn’t realised it before, you also wanted him to hold you close and never let go.

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youare-mysonshine · 4 years

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ocean eyes || justin foley

Summary: A cute, relaxing evening with you and Justin.

Requested: Yes

Can I request something super fluffy with Justin from 13rw? After that finale I’m still SAD so I don’t wanna think abt it at all lmaooo, it could maybe b like before the tapes? Jus something super fluffy n cutesy.

Pairing: Justin Foley x Reader

Warnings: cussing, underage drinking and drug use, mentions of abuse, pre-season 1, pre-tapes.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Hey guys, I do be back! Shocking, I know lmao i’m just as surprised. So I stopped writing for a while because I just kinda lost motivation. I lost motivation for writing for Oscar and OMB. But expanding my blog has been something that I’ve been wanting to do for a while now, I’ve just been a bit nervous. However, I said fuck it and have decided to write for other fandoms. With t h a t ending for 13 reasons why, I figured we could all use some Justin fluff. Baby boy deserved better. Anyways, this is my first time writing for somebody other than Oscar in a while and my first time writing in a while in general, i’m definitely rusty and lowkey nervous to be posting lmao I hope you guys enjoy this and I hope that this isn’t shitty. And if any of you wanna be tagged in any future work of mine, not just Oscar and OMB, let me know!

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“Jesus Justy, you’re such a lightweight, aren’t you? Do I have to take care of your dumb ass all night?” You looked over at your boyfriend of a few months, cheeks pink, mouth pulled back into an amused grin.

“Shut the fuck up. I am not a lightweight. Besides, look who’s talking. Remember Bryce’s party a few weeks ago? We hadn’t even been there for like 2 hours and your pretty little ass was passed out on the couch.”

You and Justin walked up the narrow stairs that led into the attic, hand in hand. It had been his idea to buy some beer, to smoke some weed and you had been on board with the plan. You had snuck Justin into your room and the both of you had spent the better part of the afternoon drinking the nasty beer, beer provided by Bryce Walker, having chugging competitions to see who could drink the most and fastest. Now, you and the handsome high school athlete found yourselves making your way up to the attic that led to the roof.

“Oh shut up! I was not drunk! That was you.” You laughed, your bright eyes glimmering like two twinkling stars in the night sky. The two of you had worked your way into the attic, shimmied through the window and found yourselves on the roof of your house. You had chosen a comfortable, as comfortable as it could be for the roof, spot and took a seat, patting the spot beside you for Justin to sit down. The chocolate haired teenager did as instructed and sat beside you, your arms touching. He’d since abandoned his fashionable blue and white letterman jacket, the garment laying stagnant on your bed.

A warm evening consumed Evergreen County. The sky was full of vibrant colors such as orange, red and yellow which were slowly being rotted away into a sea of black. You could see the moon just barely beginning to peak out in the sky. It was beginning to look like a beautiful night. Warm and crisp and breezy. Quite frankly, you were a little tipsy. You and Justin. You weren’t stumbling or anything, but it was enough to leave you feeling free and good. You felt good.

Justin held the joint up to his lips and fished a lighter out from his pocket. He hovered the flame by the tip until it began to smolder nicely. He inhaled deeply, held it for a few seconds and then removed the joint from his move. Blue eyes as bright as the ocean on a sunny day watched the plumes of white smoke dissipate into thin air, dancing like ink in water until they simply vanished. He handed the joint over to you and then laid back against the roof, staring up at the sky.

“Mhm. Whatever helps you sleep better at night, babe.” Justin smoke, a peaceful smile on his face. The truth was; this was the most peaceful that he’d felt in quite a few days. Being away from home, being away from that toxic environment that sucked the life and energy out of him. He turned his head to look at you; you had followed his lead and laid down beside him, bringing the joint up to your lips. You wrapped your lips around the end of it and inhaled, your eyes closing for a brief few seconds. You’re beautiful, he thought to himself. The familiar stench of weed had invaded his nostrils, as well as yours.

“My parents would fuckin’ kill me if they saw me up here.” You said, laughing a bit breathlessly. You parents were oblivious, in the living room or kitchen, completely unaware that Justin had been in your room the entire afternoon. Completely unaware that you were now on the roof smoking weed with your boyfriend. Though, you supposed that it worked out better for you, because you could feel yourself relaxing even further, ending a good day on an even higher note, no pun intended.

“I get the feeling neither of them would like me if they saw us up here. They’d probably say I was a bad influence on you. And it’s probably true.” He chuckled, taking the joint between his fingers and bringing it up to his lips again. “I’m corrupting you, baby.” He said, cheekily. He looked over at you with that big and bright smile on his face and you were reminded of why you fell for him in the first place; you and Justin went to the same school. Liberty High School. You weren’t necessarily popular but you weren’t a loner either. You had just moved there a few months, shortly before going out with Justin. and you had immediately caught his eye. He’d flirt with you, do things to try and get your attention. But you made him work for it. You wanted him to sweat a little bit, make him realize that you weren’t going to give in to his charms so easily.

But in the end, he won you over. You couldn’t say no to him. You couldn’t say no to that beautiful smile and those bright blue eyes. Now, here you were, months later. You were going out, happy as can be. But, you had soon learned that Justin’s life wasn’t all that he made it out to be. You remembered one evening where he called you, asked if he could go over to your house and spend the night. Usually, you’d say no. You knew that your parents would ground you for life if they found a boy in your room at night. But his voice, he sounded so sad, so broken — you couldn’t say no to him. However, the last thing that you expected to see was your boyfriend sporting a fresh, darkening purple bruise on his cheekbone that cascaded all the way up to his eye. Around his neck were reddening fingerprints, as if someone had strangled him.

You remembered the shock that you felt seeing him in such a state, and naturally, you had thought that you boyfriend had been in a fight. He had been in a fight. With his mom’s boyfriend. All you could do was sit on the bed, hold a pack of ice to his face and listen as he explained to you the horrors that he went through on a daily basis at the hands of his drug addicted mother and her boyfriend. He looked so different than how you knew him. His ocean eyes that were usually so vibrant and full of life, were downcast, gloomy. That was when you realized that there was more to Justin Foley than met the eye. From then on, you told him that whenever things were getting bad at home, he always had a place to stay with you. And it seemed like your relationships had also strengthened, like you two had gotten closer. All you wanted to do was ensure that he was safe, that no harm would come to him. Even if it meant physically stepping in and doing something. Though, you were sure that you would be no match for the coward known as Seth Massey. Still, you would do anything for Justin. Just as you knew he’d do anything for you.

You chuckled softly at his words. “Well then I guess you can be my dirty little secret.” You said to him, scooting so that you were snuggled closer to him. It was then that your smile melted away and was replaced with a look of concern. “How are things with you thought? At home, I mean. You haven’t spoken about it in a little while, and Bryce told me that you stayed with him for a few days last week. Is Seth back?” You were trying your hardest not to pry, the last thing you wanted to do was come off as clingy or noisy, but you couldn’t help it. You cared. Where Justin was laying on his back, the hem of his shirt had rose up slightly on his stomach, leaving a thick sliver of skin expose. Your fingers rested there, absently toying with the thing trail of hair below his belly button. That first inhale was gradually loosening your muscles. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.. I just worry. I mean.. is everything good? Or do I have to kick his ass for you?” You said, only half joking.

Justin smiled, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer to him. “I would love to see that. I mean, I would pay to see that shit actually.” He chuckled, taking one more drag of the joint before handing it off to you. His fingers drew little random patterns and shaped on your silky skin, his smile dying down. “Yeah, um.. He’s back. I mean, honestly I just figured I’d stay out of his way rather than start anymore fuckin’ problems. The last thing I need is to get into another fuckin’ fight with that dick. So I just stayed with Bryce for a few days.” In all honesty, Seth actually kind of scared Justin. The man was unpredictable. Violent. He’d hurt Justin countless of times, called him so many names that he could probably write a book filled with them. There were times were the blue eyed teen didn’t even want to deal with Seth so he just escaped to Bryce’s pool house where he’d pretend like his home life wasn’t a big pule of shit. Still, he wrestled with his thoughts of guilt at leaving his mom alone with that scum bad. He wrestled with his thought of guilt because he knew that Seth would and could hurt his mother. But countless of times, Amber Foley welcomed Seth back no matter what he’d done to her or him. And countless of times, Justin was left disappointed by his own flesh and blood.

It was why he was determined to keep you out of that. You were probably one of the few good things in his life, besides Bryce and his friends. You were good. You were pure. And the last thing he wanted was to have you tainted by the shit show that was his life. Sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve you at all. Like you deserved someone way better than him. Someone who could give you more than him. If he was being truthful, he never wanted you to find out about his home life. He wanted to keep that part of his life hidden and he wanted you to see what everybody at school saw; the popular jock with lots of friends and lots of girls pining after him. The guy with the seemingly perfect life. Yet, when you discovered that his mom was a drug addict with an extremely abusive boyfriend.. you stayed. You didn’t judge him. You didn’t leave him. You stayed. And Justin considered himself the luckiest person on the planet because he had you.

You frowned. “Justin, babe, why didn’t you tell me? You know that you don’t have to hide shit from me, right? I mean I’m glad you got outta there and stayed with Bryce for a few days but you can come to me too.”

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s whatever. I just I didn’t want to tell you anything and make you worried. I only stayed with Bryce because.. I don’t know, I just didn’t want to feel like I was bugging you or something. And I don’t want you to get in trouble with your folks because of me incase they found out that I stayed here.” He explained. “Don’t worry, okay? Everything is all good, I promise. I’m here with you. How could it not be?” He leaned over and kissed your forehead. His words and his kiss had eased your nerves, even if it was only temporarily. Right now, the two of you were together and everything was good. Neither of you had a care in the world; you were with each other and you were all that mattered.

“You know that you don’t deserve it, right? All that shit from Seth. No matter what he says or does to you.. it’s not your fault and you shouldn’t have to live like that.. I’m serious, Justin. I’m here, don’t forget that. I’m your girlfriend but I’m also your friend.” You said. To show that he’d heard you, Justin gave your arm a loving squeeze. For a few minutes, neither of you said nothing. The both of you just stared up at the darkening sky, passing the joint back and forth until nothing was left. Until your muscles were completely relaxed, until your eyes were half lidded, until the only thing on your mind was how good you felt.

“Do you ever think about leaving this place? Just packing your shit and going? I’ve thought about it. We could go anywhere we want. Away from Seth, from all the high school bullshit, away from everyone. It’d be nice.” You hummed, the air growing cooler as you spoke. “But it looks like we’re stuck here. For now, at least. Graduation seems like forever away.” You broke the silence, though your eyes never left the beautiful sky. Justin, however, turned to look at you. For a few seconds, he just stared at you and took you in — how good your perfume smelled and how it seemed to cling to him. How the fabric of your outfit contrasted beautifully against your skin. How relaxed you looked. You were utterly ethereal.

“I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m at home, listening to my mom and Seth fight. I think about just fucking leaving and never coming back. Forgetting this boring ass little town and just.. getting away from here.” He revealed. “Maybe one day, me and you, we can get outta here together. After graduation. Just pack our shit up and leave.” That was a good thought. Leaving Crestmont with you. Going anywhere in the world that they wanted. But you two were still young, and neither of you knew the giant shit storm that you were about to go through. Neither of you knew the horror that you’d endure. Neither of you knew if you’d even still be together by the time you go to graduation.. or if you even make it to graduation. Still, right now, everything seemed too good and too perfect. Like nothing could tear you down and ruin what you had going on.

You groaned, burying your face in Justin’s shoulder. “Graduation is so far away.” You whined playfully. “Who’s to say that you won’t get tired of me by then?”

“Eh, you’re right. You’re pretty fucking annoying.” Justin said, earning a smack to the chest by you. “I’m kidding!” He laughed. “I mean.. we don’t know what’s gonna happen but I like to think that you and I will still be together by the time we get to graduation. I mean.. I don’t know.. call me sappy or whatever.. I just really like you, Y/N.. And you know about me and my fucked up life and family and you haven’t run for the hills.. yet. I guess I’m pretty fucking lucky to have you and I don’t wanna screw any of this up.”

“Wow.. Justin Foley.. Have you been watching cheesy romance movies?” You teased your boyfriend. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, laughing softly. “Seriously though.. I really like you too and nothing you do or say is gonna scare me off. Seth isn’t gonna scare me off either. You’re right, we don’t know what’s gonna happen in the future but.. we just gotta take it day by day right.. Together?”

Instead of initially answering you verbally, Justin surged forward and captured your soft lips with his own. The kiss that you shared was slow, relaxed, a symptom of the weed that you two had just shared. But it was more loving than any other kiss you’d experienced before. You sighed in content, easing against him, but Justin reacted by gripping your thigh and moving it so that it was draped over his lap. You did the rest; without breaking the kiss, your mouths and tongues moving in a steady rhythm, you shifted from laying against the tiled roof and positioned yourself on top of him. Your thigh were sturdy on either side of his lips, your butt rested lightly upon his lap. Justin’s hands fell on your hips, holding you secure and steady against him, almost as if wanting to make sure that you wouldn’t disappear.

After a few long, precious moments, you finally pulled away an inch or two. Your face was close to his, your noses barely touching. “Together.” He finally answered.

“You’re stuck with me now, Foley. Sorry about it.” You giggled breathlessly, your eyes shining brightly. Justin never wanted to look away.

“Yeah? Well sorry to say it, but you’re stuck with me too, baby. You ain’t getting rid of me that easily.”

Justin knew his friends, Bryce and all the other jocks, would call him pussy whipped if they could see him now. Hell, they already did every time they saw you and Justin walking down the hallway holding hands or his arm around you.. Justin would soon learn that his biggest downfall would be caring too much of what his friends think.

But for now, he enjoyed the moment of being tangled up with you on the roof of your house with the moon illuminating you both. Nothing else mattered.

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avenging-fandoms · 4 years

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could u write a Zach Dempsey imagine about going on the camping trip with him?

“i really don’t want to go on this trip, i hate the outdoors” you grumble, throwing your bag into the bus storage compartment. zach smiled, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it.

“come on, it’s not going to be so bad. we’re gonna make s’mores, explore the woods, plus we’re staying in the same tent together, it can’t be that bad, right?” he tilts your head up and smiles, kissing you softly.

“yeah.. can’t be too bad” you smile, biting your lip. zach smacks your butt as you climb up the stairs of the bus, sitting near the back. you take your blanket out, wrapping it around yourself. zach looks at you and smiles, kissing your head. you get yourself comfortable and lay your head in his lap, zach making sure you didn’t fall off.

zach set up the tent, and soon it got dark. you sat on his lap as you sat around the campfire, playing with his fingers as you were bored out of your mind. he kissed your shoulder, whispering how much he loves you in your ear.

everyone disappeared into their tents, and you were so ready to go to bed. you changed into your pajamas and zach bit his lip, running a hand over his face. “god you are so sexy”

“oh please” you blush, rolling your eyes. you slide into the sleeping bag, holding onto zach tightly. “i hope this trip is normal. i just want a nice time with my friends”

“it’s never normal at liberty, but we’ll make the best of it, i promise” zach kisses you a couple times,

“zach, we shouldn’t be away from the school! we should be doing the scavenger hunt!” you hiss, fanning youself.

“oh we should? is that why you’re wearing your bathing suit?” he smirked, sliding off his shirt. you sigh, taking off your shirt and shorts. “come on, we’re on a trip away from home, away from everyone, it’s just us. come relax” he pulls you into him, kissing you softly. you pout, following him into the water.

“god it’s freezing!” you shiver, zach smiling and holding your face, kissing you sweetly. soon that sweetness faded away when he slipped on a rock and you both fell in. you sit up, gasping and pushing your hair out of your face. the both of you sit in the shallow water, leaning back and floating as you soak up the sun. “zach.. where’s your flask?”

“at home, remember?”

“so then why did i taste alcohol on your mouth?” you gritted your teeth at him, splashing him and getting up. you shake your head, ringing out the water in your hair and putting your clothes on.

“yn, wait”

“no, you promised me, zach! you were doing so good! so fucking good and i physically saw you throw it all out! you fucking lied” anger built in your chest, throwing his shoes at him.

“yn, wait!” he grabbed your waist and spun you around.

“what!” he looked down at you, the alcohol still on his breath. “you fucking lied”

“i’m sorry. i just.. i couldn’t..”

“there’s no excuse zach” you looked up at him, holding his cheek. “burn it. i don’t want to see it again. i know you can do it, i know you can” he nods, giving you a tight hug and crying softly. “i know you can do it, baby”

“i love you so much” you smile, kissing him again.

“i love you more, baby” you whisper against his mouth, kissing him again and hugging him, rocking back and forth.

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jensensfanfic · 2 years

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IMAGINE...

Clay had been faking being bad at Math, just so he could spend time with you while you tutored him. Eventually you find out and ask him about it.

"Okay, yeah, you got me, I guess. So, what now? We stop being friends and never talk to each other again? You call me a weirdo and tell everyone about the crazy person who–"

"Clay, Jesus!" You stop him, squeezing his wrist. "I'm not gonna do any of that. I actually think it's kind of cute. It's shows initiative... in a strange, socially awkward kind of way."

"Uh- really?"

"Sure. So," You move your grip from his wrist and hold his hand out, placing the tip of your pen against his skin. "What time and where?"

He blinks. "For what?"

"Our first date."

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hamiltonaf · 7 years

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Justin Foley x Reader || Love Yourself - One Shot

A/N: Hey babes. I’m quite on the roll with writing an imagine everyday but I’m only doing it to finish requests bc I don’t like leaving you guys to wait too long. Requests won’t be open for the next 4 weeks. Thank you to anon for requesting this. Be sure to like and send me feedback on your thoughts. Hope you enjoy ! Much love .xx

Warning: little bit of smut

Many would think that Liberty High was filled with ‘perfect’ people. Some may be perfect due to their personality but majority is seen as perfect because of looks.

I was one of those not so perfect people if I do say so myself. I didn’t have the body or the looks to fit in with the popular gang at Liberty High but nevertheless I wasn’t ungrateful to have a great friend as Alex.

Alex and I became friends when we first met at Monets, he was sitting alone at a 2 seater table and for that one day the cafe was busy, I wouldn’t know why. “Hey is it okay if I sit here ?” I asked and pointed at the vacant seat. “Yeah sure” he said and smiled back. I sat down in front of him and decided to take my drawing book out. I tend to doodle in the afternoons to help relieve stress and for me to be more imaginative. Some drawings may be meaningful while the others were just playful.

I could feel his stare on me as I started drawing, “Hey don’t you go to our school ?” he asked. I looked back at him sucked in a breath and kept my lips in a straight line, nodding my head in a reply. “You’re Y/N ? Right ?” He asked as I continued to draw. “You got that right” I said raising my eyebrows but not looking back at him. As I already see everyone as fake, it’s hard for me to believe that someone actually wants to be my friend or they’re just trying to use me.

“I’m -” I cut him off and finished his sentence “Alex Standall, yepp I know you too” I said and took a quick glance at his face then continued to draw. He had a sly smile on his face. “I like you” he said. I dropped my pencil and looked back at him, “Wasn’t expecting that. Why so ?” I asked curiously. “How about we start of as friends ?” He asked as a suggestion. Their was no way I was going to believe he liked me anyway, maybe he meant that he liked the way I came off ? I’m pretty sure it’s that. “Deal” I grinned. That was the start to our friendship.

Every day Alex and I would meet at Monets as our hangout spot, then soon enough we found other students from school also meeting up at Monets. We decided to drop the meet ups and instead just hang at each others house. Don’t worry, we didn’t have a fling if that’s what you’re thinking. He may be my best friend but I wouldn’t turn that friendship into anything more than that.

He did later on confess that he was dating Jessica, I wasn’t one to judge and nor do I have a say in his life, who am I to interfere anyway ? 2 weeks after he confessed their relationship - which was surprising that they were together for 3 months - they broke up. A week later Jessica moved on to Justin Foley. Why am I not surprised this time ?

I honestly don’t understand high school relationships, why admit the words “I love you” to your other half if at the end of the day you’re feeling obligated to do so because of infatuation. Unless you’re seeing yourself getting married to them, I’m not one to judge you.

Alex never told me why they broke up but rumour has it that he cheated on Jessica with Hannah Baker, I don’t believe that and I ain’t buying it either. I don’t think Hannah is one to break other people’s relationships.

Jessica and Justin had decided to break up after 6 months of dating due to them always having fights and Jessica having to move somewhere else because of her dad. Justin still seemed to be his usual self after the breakup but low key he’s probably hurting.

Alex and I was in the middle of our get together at my place watching The Hunger Games when the next thing was Alex’s notifications were blowing up from the group he was on with the boys, that being : Bryce, Justin, Zach, Marcus and Monty. They were having a meeting at Bryce’s house and all of the boys were there except for Alex. “Do you have to go ?” I whined. “I sadly do” he said getting up and throwing on his jacket. “Or…” he looked back at me “Or what ?” I asked. “You tag along with me” he said. “Nuh uh, that’s not going to happen. I rather be home alone than be with a perv like Bryce” I said. His name disgusted me.

“Aw please. It won’t be long, I’ll just go do what I have to do and we’ll be back before you know it. Besides, I can’t leave you all alone here, your parents aren’t around and it’s not safe” he said. He sounded like my mum. I huffed “Fine” I rolled my eyes and just threw on a hoodie, I was in pyjama shorts and just slipped out of my shoes into my sneakers. I thought I was dressed okay.

When we reached Bryce’s house of course no one expected me to tag along. When Alex not on his door, he opened the door shocked to see my face “Well well, if it ain’t Standall and Y/N” he said. How did he even know my name ? “Is it okay if she’s with me ?” Alex asked. “Yeah sure man. Come in” he said and moved aside for us to enter. He bit his lip as he took a good look at me. Pervert. I let it slide.

He walked us to his pool house, “Boys we have Standall and Y/N in the house” Bryce yelled. We both just waved at everyone. Ugh I shouldn’t have came along. All of them turned their heads to get a good look at me as if they’re seeing me for the first time. “Do what you have to do, I’ll be outside” I whispered to Alex and walked out to the pool to dip my feet in. Minutes later I hear a door slam and footsteps getting closer, I didn’t bother to look back to see who it is because I was expecting Alex to say “Let’s go” but instead Justin decided to take a seat beside me.

“Hey” he said beside me. “Hi” I said back. That awkward conversation hit it off for us that we actually started dating 3 weeks later.

I was busy getting ready for our date tonight, a casual dinner. My room was a total mess after trying to find the perfect outfit. My hair and makeup was done, all that was left was finding a blouse.Theirs absolutely nothing that I could find. I was sat in my black jeans and bra on my bed as a tear fell from the brim of my eyes. If Jessica was still with Justin, she wouldn’t be worried as to how she’s dressed because she knows she has a good body, she’s popular and she’s known to be hot. I on the other hand was antisocial unless I got to know you then I’m bubbly, I wasn’t popular and nor did I have the best figure either. I thought I was a bit chubby for my weight. It wasn’t easy to lose it either because I was insulin resistant.

My door then rammed open and I stop my crying to see Justin. “Baby what’s wrong ?” He asked as he rushed over to hold me in his arms. “I’m not good enough for you Justin, you deserve better” I cried. “Why would you say that ?” He asked as he tried moving my hair away from my face. “I’m not as pretty or as hot like Jessica. You need a girl who’s of your status, not an antisocial fat loser like me” I cried even more. “No no babe don’t say that. I love you okay, I really do. Yes Jessica is my ex and I loved her but she’s my past. Baby you’re my future” he said and pulled me closer to him.

“Why would you go for someone like me Justin ? I’m not your ideal girl. I doubt you’d even want to be seen with me at school because you’d be embarrassed” I said as he wiped the tears off my face. He lifted my chin for my eyes to meet his. “Look at me” he said sternly. I stopped crying and lowly muffled. “I love you and only you. I love your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your figure and simply everything about you. You’re perfect just the way you are. Don’t compare yourself to my ex. Ever again” he said.

“Y/N, I see you changing me to be a better person than I was yesterday. You have no idea how much I’m breaking inside when you say those things about yourself. You’re the light of life Y/N and I don’t think anyone else can make me feel the way you do” he said and started leaning in, I didn’t budge. I kissed back as I was slowly pushed back, laying flat on my bed.

Justin got on top of me and slowly kissed me from my eyes to my nose. His fingers played on the hem of my jeans as he swiftly pulled them off. He made me stand up straight as he continued to kiss from my neck to my chest and stopping just above my panties then reconnecting our lips once again. I helped him quickly pull his shirt over his head. The sparks are everywhere. “Justin I love you” I said in between kisses. “I love you too” he said and started leaving wet kisses from my jawline to my neck. He then sucked and bit on my collar bone, I knew it was going to leave a mark later but I couldn’t care right now. “Tonight I’m going to show you how much I love you” he said and smirked after seeing he marked me.

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