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riverdalee · 7 years

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The One With The Countdown

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Summary: You and Jeff find yourself in the peak of your relationship: arguing, making up, talking about your future together. Little do you know there’s a clock on your relationship that’s running out of time.

A/N: died a lil inside writing this not gonna lie

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5 DAYS BEFORE Friday, 8:17 pm Most days, you and Jeff barely argued. You’d been dating for over a year and it had been a great year. You were young and in love, as cliché as that was and nothing in the world mattered more. Or at least it hadn’t. But for days you’d been arguing about where he’d been spending his time.

“No. Not Bryce’s. Not again,” you shake your head firmly, “Don’t you get it, Jeff? He is a terrible person and going to his parties-“

“Makes me a terrible person?” he raises a brow. You inhale sharply, resting a hand against his chest and looking into his eyes, “You’re a good person and I wouldn’t want anything to change that.”

“I don’t go to those parties so I can hang out with Bryce and his douchebag friends,” he promises you, “I go for Clay who goes for Hannah who goes for Jessica,” he says, all in one breath, “Is it so wrong to want to help my friend?”

“Can’t you just help him at school? Nothing good ever happens at those parties.”

Jeff raises a brow, “You know, we’ve never really talked about-“

“And I don’t want to,” you sigh.

Freshman year you’d dated Justin for a short while and that time in your life was a living hell. You hadn’t ‘put out’ and he’d invited you to one of Bryce’s parties just to break up with you and humiliate you in front of his friends. The jokes people made still rung in your ears when you saw him in the hallway.

Lucky for you, Jeff had driven you home from that party and you’d ended up good friends which turned into more eventually.

You knew everyone at school loved him and that he was big on the social scene and you didn’t mind it, it’s just each time he told you he ‘had’ to go to one of Bryce’s parties, you couldn’t help but feel disgusted. What happened to you wasn’t the worst of what happened at those parties and you both knew it.

Jeff rests his hands on either side of your face, “I’m not going to let anything bad happen tonight.”

You nod. At least you felt reassured by the fact that Jeff would help someone in trouble if there was any, just like he’d helped you.

“Why don’t you come?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead before walking back to his wardrobe.

“Because I haven’t stepped into one of his parties since freshman year,” you scoff, “What time will you get back?”

“As soon as I have Clay and Hannah talking to each other,” he smiles widely. You thought it was cute that he’d taken it upon himself to help Clay out, though you were a little jealous that they were spending more time together than the two of you were these days.

“Mmm,” you hum, hugging him from behind, “When will I get all of your time the way Clay does?”

“You can have me the whole of tomorrow,” he promises, “A whole Saturday where you can make me watching Young Wolf-“

“Teen Wolf,” you correct him, chuckling, “Fine,” you sigh, “Be safe. Don’t drink too much.”

He rolls his eyes as he pulls on his jacket. You stand in front of him, adjusting the collar and shooting him a stern look, “Call me if you need me to pick you up, okay?”

“I’ll be fine, y/n,” he laughs, tracing a finger down your cheek, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“But I do anyway,” you sigh, hugging him. He wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your forehead.

“Look, I’ll text you all night,” he says, “I’ll give you an hourly update on how Clay isn’t talking to his crush.”

You half smile, ruffling his hair, “Alright, get out of here before I strap you down to the bed so you can’t leave.”

“I’m not completely opposed to that,” he smirks before swiping his phone off the night stand and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’ll be back by 11. I promise,” he says.

You spend the entire night watching re runs of Gilmore Girls despite the same three episodes being played in a loop. It didn’t really matter since all you were thinking about was Jeff.

Every time he went to one of these parties, the two of you would end up fighting. Today you’d let it go but that just made it that much harder on you, having to internalize your fear all on your own instead of talking to him about it. You knew he wouldn’t brush you off but you also knew you couldn’t change his mind.

You knew Jeff wasn’t at risk of anything in particular but you knew that there was always drama around Hannah and Jessica and that if anything were to go down, he would step in on Clay’s behalf and that worried you. You couldn’t live if something happened to him.

“Screw it,” you mumble to yourself, an uneasy feeling growing in your stomach despite your best efforts to suppress it. It was already 1am and you hadn’t heard from him at all. You jump into your car, driving towards Bryce’s house. As you pull up his driveway, your heart begins to race.

The front lawn was littered with a few passed-out people, unsurprisingly, not all of them were fully clothed. You dodge around them, frowning, your eyes raking the house for Jeff as you walk in.

You could feel eyes shifting to you and a few scattered whispers. You hadn’t really considered what walking in here would do or what kind of rumours there’d be by Monday – after all, you’d avoided these for most of your time in high school. You pull your phone out of your pocket, dialling Jeff again, only to feel a hand grab your shoulder.

“What are you doing here?”

Bryce’s voice is a loud sneer that seems to echo over the loud music. Justin was standing by his side, shifting from foot to foot – he looked concerned.

“I j-just-“ you stammer. You could see his hand reaching out for you and you dodge it quickly, stumbling backwards and to the floor.

Bryce sniggers, crossing his large arms over his chest and stalking towards you. Justin quickly steps in front of him, “Come on man, she looks wasted,” he says.

“That’s how I like them,” Bryce leers, crouching down beside you. He traces a finger down your arm, before wrapping his thick fingers around it and yanking you up.

“Come on man,” Justin sighs. Bryce brushes him off.

“That’s what she’s here for, a good time,” Bruce shrugs.

“Actually, she’s here to see me,” Clay says, tugging you out of Bryce’s grasp. Bryce just rolls his eyes and falls back into conversation with his group.

“Are you okay?” he asks. You just stare at him wide eyed, unable to speak. He steadies you, walking you over to the backyard where it was a little quieter and points to a corner.

Jeff was slumped against a pool chair, his head lulling side to side.

“It’s my fault. We started playing beer pong against Hannah and Jessica and he drank so I wouldn’t have to,” he says apologetically.

You felt like you were going to throw up from what had just happened but your priority was to get the two of you out of there.

You walk over, crouching beside him.

“Y/N,” he mumbles, a small smile spreading across his lips. He closes his eyes, letting his head hang back and you loop one of his arms around your neck and help him up. He staggers all over the place until Clay links his other arm around his neck.

You avoid the eyes of Bryce and his posse as the three of you go through the front door. You didn’t need to look to know Bryce’s eyes were on your ass.

It was a struggle getting Jeff into the car but once he was in, he rested his head against the cool glass and was out like a light.

Clay frowns deeply, wringing his hands, “I really am sorry.”

“it’s not your fault,” you tell him, “Are you okay to get home?”

He nods toward his bike across the street, making his way over. He pauses, turning back to you, “Don’t be too hard on him,” he sighs.

You climb in, turning the key in the ignition. Your breaths were short and shallow, you felt like the air had left your lungs since you’d walked into that house.

You were half way to Jeff’s house when you realized you could barely see where you were going. At first you thought it was the tears that had been streaming down your face the whole time you’d been driving but soon noticed there were black spots all over your vision. You squeeze your eyes open and shut several times, your breathing so loud you could hear it over the music, but it made no difference.

“Fuck,” you croak, pulling over. You’d completely sweat through your shirt. You knew you were hyperventilating but you couldn’t get yourself to stop. You hadn’t had a panic attack since that incident freshman year. You rest your head against the steering wheel, letting our choked sobs.

“I’m sorry,” you hear Jeff mumble from beside you. He rests his hands on top of yours and nestles his head against your shoulder, “I’m really, really fucking sorry.”

4 DAYS BEFORE Saturday, 11:03 am

Despite your agreement to spend the weekend together, you’d dropped Jeff home on Friday around in the early hours of the morning and gone home, ignoring all his calls that had started shortly after..

He’d tried to comfort you in the car and apologized profusely for scaring you like that and dragging you into a situation you didn’t want to be in. You didn’t say a word, nor did you tell him about what had happened with Bryce. You simply drove him home once you could and told him you’d talk to him the next day.

But as you woke up in the morning, you couldn’t deal with it or him. You’d scrubbed your skin all night, just to get the smell of alcohol out – just to make sure there wasn’t an inch of you left that Bryce had touched.

But you should’ve known better than to ignore Jeff, he was persistent if anything.

“You ignored all my calls,” he says, standing in your doorway, “Y-your mum let me up,” he explains.

“I was tired,” you shrug him off, standing up and walking over to him with your arms crossed over your chest.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” he sighs, “I didn’t mean for any of that. I didn’t expect you’d show up – I thought I could sleep it off then go home to you.”

“You didn’t expect I’d show up? Do you know how much I freak out every time you go to one of Bryce’s parties?”

“I know,” he sighs, shaking his head, “I know and I’m not going to go to one ever again, I swear. I should have never put you through that.”

You run your fingers through your hair, biting down on your lip, “I need some time, Jeff.”

“Wait, what?” he frowns, inching towards you, “Come on, I just said I wouldn’t go.”

“But that’s your life,” you throw your hands up in the air, “You like parties and going out and I don’t want to stop you from doing that stuff if you enjoy it. I don’t – I don’t want to be the girlfriend that controls everything you do.”

“You’re – you’re not that girl. You’re just looking out for me, those parties are the worst place to be and I know that and I know that you’re right.”

“If you knew that then you wouldn’t have gone,” you deadpan, “I can’t keep having this same argument with you over and over again.”

“And I promise you’ll never have to again,” he pleads, taking your hands in his.

You pull them away, balling your fists up by your sides, “I know,” you sigh, walking over to the door and waiting for him to pass you.

3 DAYS BEFORE Sunday, 5:22 pm

After you’d broken up with him, you’d avoided all his attempts at trying to fix things between the two of you. Even when he’d shown up at your window at midnight. Even when he’d gotten drunk and dialled you a dozen times Sunday morning. Even when he’d pleaded with your mom to let him see you at lunch.

“I’m sorry man,” Clay says, skipping a stone across the lake. After a day of failed attempts of trying to get you to talk to him, he’d caved and called Clay to pour his heart out, but the words felt stuck in his throat. He could have never imagined the pain that came with losing you.

“Yeah,” Jeff sighs, lying back on the grass. He’d planned to spend the entire weekend with you and here he was with Clay in the middle of a deserted park, watching the sun set.

“Maybe she’ll come around. She said she needed time, right?”

Jeff shakes his head grievously, “It was the last straw, I could see it on her face. She was so hurt,” he rests his arm over his eyes, “I should have listened to her.”

Clay rests a hand on Jeff’s shoulder, “She was pretty shaken up, huh?”

He looks up at him, “Right, I forgot you saw her when you helped me into the car.”

“Actually, I was there when that whole thing happened with Bryce,” Clay says with a frown, “He’s such a dick.”

Jeff sits up in confusion, “Wait, what happened with Bryce?”

Clay raises his brows, “She didn’t tell you?”

Jeff shakes his head, “What happened?” he asks slowly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself no matter how minor it was.

“Bryce kind of grabbed her and knocked her around a bit, said some pretty gross stuff too. God knows what would’ve happened if I hadn’t dragged her away,” he explains, “You know Bryce get’s what he wants, even if it’s in the middle of a party. The guy is disgusting.”

Jeff had stopped listening. He could hear ringing in his ears as he thought of you breaking down in your car, inconsolable. He could feel himself shaking, whether it was with remorse or anger, he couldn’t tell.

He’d put you in a position that you never should have been in and worse, you’d been so distraught about it you hadn’t even been able to tell him. Of course you’d broken up with him – you couldn’t have beared to stay with him knowing there was a possibility that it could happen again.

Jeff shoots up and Clay pulls him back.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to talk to her,” he says, growing agitated. He had to tell you how sorry he was.

“Jeff, she didn’t want you to know. And she probably doesn’t even want to think about it and you confronting her won’t help. Just give her a few days, let it die down a little. God knows it’ll be a big deal at school tomorrow.”

2 DAYS BEFORE Monday, 8:33 am

You could see Jeff watching you from his locker, hesitantly walking toward you with flowers in one hand and his other shoved into his jacket pocket.

You crack a small smile when he comes to a stop. Truthfully, your weekend had been miserable without him. It was only two days but it felt like lifetime – your days felt incomplete without him. And it felt worse to not have him to talk to, to not be able to tell him how humiliated and disgusted you felt about the party.

He holds the bouquet out to you, “I am really, really sorry. And just to be clear these aren’t ‘get back together with me’ flowers, they’re ‘I was an asshole and I’m sorry’ flowers and ‘even if you just want to stay friends or ignore me forever, it’s okay and I promise I’ll never step foot into one of Bryce’s parties again’ flowers.” He seemed out of breath by the time he’d finished saying it.

“How long did you rehearse that?” you raise a brow with a smirk, taking them out of his hands.

“The very long walk from my locker to yours,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck, “So?”

“So, we can stay friends, Jeff,” you nod. A wide smile spreads across his face, “Good. Great, I mean,” he claps his hands together, “So then why don’t we skip Jessica’s party on Wednesday and go to that Italian restaurant you like?”

“I can’t skip Jessica’s,” you sigh, “I promised I’d wingman one of my friends.”

“Jessica’s?” you hear a voice boom from behind you.

You both turn around to find Bryce and Justin leaning against the lockers on the opposite side of the hallway.

“Will I be seeing you there?” Bryce asks, “Maybe we can pick up where we left off last night?” he chuckles lowly. Within a blink, Jeff is throwing him to the floor and pinning him down, hitting him until his knuckles are bloody. You were watching on in horror, unable to move for a good few minutes until you noticed that Bryce was about to turn the fight around.

You pull Jeff up despite finding it rather enjoyable to see Bryce being beaten to a pulp. When Bryce lurches forward you reach into your bag and pepper spray him between the eyes. He screams loudly doubling over and digging the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he shouts, grasping around blindly.

Jeff half laughs, staring at you in surprise before taking your hand in his and sprinting down the hallway until you’re both through the front doors and out in the carpark.

“We’re going to be in so much shit for that,” he gasps, out of breath.

You study him intently, “Why did you do that back there?” you ask.

“Clay told me,” he confesses, his eyes reddening, “I should’ve known there was more going on. I should’ve known you were hurting.”

“Jeff-“

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that – that – I don’t even know,” he says frustrated, “I’m so sorry that right now if you asked me to walk into traffic, I would.”

“I’m not going to ask you to do that,” you laugh softly, slinging your arms around his neck, “Thank you, for what you did back there.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I knew you already felt terrible about me having a panic attack, I didn’t want to add to your guilt,” you say, resting a hand against his arm and your forehead against him, “I don’t blame you.”

“I feel terrible,” he whispers.

“I know,” you nod, “But don’t. Clay told me you cried all weekend and that I should take you back,” you say with a small grin.

“Of course I cried all weekend,” he scoffs, “I lost the love of my life.”

“You didn’t lose me,” you reassure him. You take his hands in yours, examining his bloody, bruised knuckles, “Should we go back to my place? Get you cleaned up?”

“Is that code for let’s get back together and make out?”

You roll your eyes and nod, “What else would it mean?” you wink, kissing him softly.

1 DAY BEFORE Tuesday, 1:07 pm

“Stop eating my fries,” Jeff groans, nudging you playfully. You roll your eyes, reaching for them anyway. He picks one up and dips it in ketchup before swiping it across your nose.

You stare at him, surprised, laughing before a small food fight ensues.

“Seriously, how old are you guys?” Clay grumbles as he sits opposite the two of you in the cafeteria.

“Sorry we have love lives,” Jeff teases, “I’ve been telling you all along to get yourself a girl,” he winks, slinging an arm around your shoulder. You shrug it off.

“Don’t listen to him Clay,” you chuckle, “You’re fine as you are.”

Clay mumbles something under his breath with an awkward smile, “So, Hannah is going to be at Jessica’s party tomorrow,” he says, “Should I talk to her?”

“Yes,” you both say in unison.

Clay stiffens, his palms growing sweaty, “W-well, w-what do I say?” he stammers, visualizing the conversation in his head.

You’d both been planning to go to Jessica’s party but now that her and Justin were together, it was guaranteed that Bryce would be there. Your friend had understood when you’d told her you couldn’t come but something about the puppy look in Clay’s eyes made you want to reconsider.

“Are you guys coming?” Clay asks.

Jeff shakes his head firmly, resting his hand over yours, “We’re spending the night in.”

It had been Jeff’s idea not to go and to have a date night instead. Those parties were insufferable anyways, he’d told you, and he didn’t want to have a hangover ever again.

“We can help him a little,” you whisper to Jeff.

Jeff raises his brows, “Really?”

You knew Jeff didn’t care how many parties he missed as long as the two of you were together, the same way you didn’t care how many he went to as long as he was safe. But you also knew how much he wanted to help Clay since Clay as the only reason he hadn’t flunked out, and you felt like you owed it to him.

“Yeah, really. We can be in and out,” you say, turning to Clay, “But you gotta stick to our plan.”

Clay nods firmly even though all of you knew he’d probably freak out at the last minute.

PRESENT DAY Wednesday, 8:54 pm

“You look beautiful,” Jeff says, leaning against the front door as you come downstairs. You were wearing a silk, red mini dress with black boots and a leather jacket hung over your shoulders.

“You too,” you laugh, running your fingers through his hair as he kisses you.

“I can’t believe I’m dating the most beautiful girl in the entire world,” he says in disbelief.

You scrunch your nose up, “You’ve been paying me these corny compliments for two days straight. When will it stop?” you laugh.

“It’ll never stop now that I know what it’s like to lose you,” he says, his expression serious. He holds the car door open, waiting for you to climb in before getting in and switching the headlights on.

He stares ahead for a little, “Are you sure you want to go tonight?”

“It’s fine,” you nod, “We’re going early. We can be in and out before Bryce even gets there,” you tell him, “I know how much you want to help Clay.”

He nods appreciatively, “I promise I won’t let anything happen to you tonight,” he whispers protectively.

“And I will never let anything happen to you,” you say with certainty, resting your head against his shoulder as he begins to drive. Your house wasn’t far from Jessica’s. It was opposite the intersection where the alcohol store was and you could spot a few seniors in there and few juniors, trying to get away with fake I.D’s.

“I remember when that was us,” you laugh.

“And look at us now,” he says, resting a hand over yours, “And imagine us in five years,” he sighs wistfully.

“Five years?” you raise a brow.

“Graduating from college. You do law like you’ve always wanted and after a lot of struggling, I finally get into Medicine so I can help people like I’ve always wanted. We get married, have two kids – one boy and one girl.”

“Let me guess, Jeff Junior?” you laugh. You felt warmth wash over you as you envisioned your future together, more so due to the fact that he’d thought about all this before you had.

“Jeff Junior If it’s a boy and if it’s a girl,” he pauses, “Wait for it…. Jeffica.”

You snort, laughing, “I am not naming our daughter Jeffica.”

“We can name our daughter whatever you like,” he leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I just like the sound of it… our daughter; our family.”

“Me too,” you grin.

You pull up down the street form Jessica’s house and climb out. The party wasn’t in full swing yet, much to your relief.

Clay arrives at the same time as the two of you, looking slightly suffocated as he joins you.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” he mumbles.

“Tonight is your night, my man,” Jeff says, trying to hype him up. His frown only grown deeper.

An hour into the party, Clay had disappeared upstairs with Hannah. You and Jeff smile at each other, impressed with your handiwork.

“Nice job,” you whisper to him.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he replies, kissing you. At that moment, a few of his friends walk in.

“Should we get going?” he asks unsurely, knowing if he walked over to his friends that you’d have to stick around longer.

You shake your head, “No, have some fun,” you smile at him, “This party seems pretty mellow so far.” You join the group in walking to the front yard where they take over the ping pong table.

When you step away, Jeff rushes to your side, “Wait, where are you going?” he asks.

“I was just going to walk home, I’m getting a little tired.”

“Let me take you,” he says, reaching into his pocket for the keys.

“C’mon man,” Zach says, “You said you’d grab us some drinks form the corner store.”

Jeff sighs in defeat, leaning in, “I can totally ditch them.”

“We can hear you,” Zach calls out.

“It’s okay,” you say. You adjust the strap of your bag against your shoulder, looking up at him, “Just meet me back at my place?”

He never would have let you walk home alone but the street was filled with your classmates and you only lived a few minutes away.

“I’ll be there in 10,” he swears. He pulls you against him, kissing you so hard you could barely breathe. You could hear his friends hooting in the background and you both pull apart, laughing.

“I love you,” he hums, breathlessly.

“I love you too,” you say, pecking another kiss to his lips before turning away. You could feel his eyes on you until you rounded the corner.

Suddenly you were tempted to stop by the corner store and grab some chocolate. You knew you and Jeff would probably grab dinner afterwards but you felt a serious sweet tooth coming on. You cross the street from outside your house to the corner store.

As you gather up a few candy bars and lay them on the counter, the cashier flashes you a wide smile, “Your boyfriend was just in here,” she says. The two of you had been in there so many times you were practically regulars, if that was a thing at convenience stores. You look over your shoulder through the door to try and spot Jeff but it’s too dark out.

“He’s a good boy, that one. You make a very sweet couple.”

“Thank you,” you nod, “He is. He’s great.”

You could see Jeff’s smile in your head. And then you hear it. The sound of bending metal and broken glass. You hear the crash.

You feel your chest tighten as you rush outside to see the an all too familiar car bent out of shape and an all too familiar face through the shattered glass of the window.

“NO!” you scream, rushing towards Jeff’s car where his body was slumped against the door, covered in blood. You feel arms wrap around you and pull you back just as you pry the door open. You turn around to find Clay staring at you, pale faced. You were already hysterical and in tears.

“Don’t move him,” he says, “You could make it worse. I already called an ambulance.”

“W-w- Clay, let me go!” you struggle, shoving against him. He barely flinches, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around you as you flailed around, kicking and screaming.

“I have to help him!” you sob, “I have to help him!”

You said it repetitively, even after the ambulance arrived. Even after they tried to save him and couldn’t. Even after they announced his time of death. Even after they pulled that god damn white sheet over his body and wouldn’t let you past the crime scene tape.

You rip through it anyways, pulling the sheet off his face and shaking him slightly, “Please,” you whimper, “I – I can’t live without you.”

Your mind replayed every kiss, every hug, every smile. Every night you slept next to him and every morning you woke up in his embrace. He’d changed your entire life and the plan was for him to keep changing it, beyond your five-year plan. You were meant to be together for the rest of your lives. He couldn’t be gone. You wouldn’t let him.

“Y/N,” Clay says, resting a hand against your shoulder.

A paramedic moved the stretcher with a sympathetic look on her face after a cop nudges the two of you away, pushing you back behind the tape.

“I promised I would never let anything happen to him,” you croak, watching his body being loaded into the back of the ambulance in disbelief.

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reducttiddi3es · 4 years

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We will get through this together

Summary: the reader walks out of home because of a fight between her parents and meets monty who is also there because of his abusive dad.

"I'm fucking done with you guys. Y-you guys have ruined my entire childhood, my life... I just can't do this. Not anymore." with that, you walked out the door, eyes bloodshot, tears blinding you, head hurting, but you couldn't care less. You just needed to get as far away as possible from that hell house. Your house.

This was not the first time you had walked out of your house angry because of your parents' fight. This was a weekly affair. But this was the first time you actually spoke and it had taken a lot out of you. You walked swiftly in towards your car but soon realized you didn't have your keys and abruptly began to walk towards the lake. This was your place. The place where you could let out and cry freely without anyone ever noticing. You were going through a lot but you never could let anyone in. You always kept to yourself. You didn't see the point in charging others with your problems, it wasn't like they could do anything about it either. So just deal with it now and put the "my life is beautiful" facade in the morning. You knew it was bad for you but you didn't care.

You reached the lake and sat on one of the benches and thought about the number of times you had been here and instantly broke down. You were now uncontrollably sobbing. Tears streaming down your eyes, you felt a burden lift off your shoulders but your heart hurt. It felt heavy. You began screaming in pain. Your voice broke but your heart was broken far more.

When you finally softened down, you were breathing heavily and it seemed as if that was the only sound for miles but, then you heard someone shouting and that someone was near. You were scared, it could be anyone, a murderer or a rapist or even a broken soul like you. So you decided to check it out. You walked slowly and quietly as if afraid to wake a sleeping beast. You came upon a figure of a boy around your age. He was well-built but, you couldn't see his face but you could tell he was angry. He was yelling and hitting the wall aggressively. You were close to him now. He sensed your presence and turned around.

What you saw left you astonished. It was Montgomery De La Cruz. The Monty De La Cruz. A jock. A sarcastic, arrogant, playboy athlete. What could he be possibly angry about? He was probably pissed about some baseball shit.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Y/n. Fuck off ", he growled.

But you were in no mood to listen to anybody right now. You were pissed, "You don't fucking own the place, Monty. I'm fucking fed up don't make me more pissed" you replied your voice giving away the fact that you had been crying.

" What are you doing here anyway?" you asked when he didn't say anything. Monty moved forward and you could now see his face clearly in the light. His face was covered with fresh cuts, blood, and his cheeks were swollen red almost turning purple. He had obviously been in a fight. You were troubled to look at his face. You slowly stepped forward and put your hand on his cheek. He squirmed with pain. "Does it hurt?" you asked him gently.

Monty was shocked by the sudden change in your demeanor but very soon felt at ease because of your genuine concern. "Ye-yes," he said.

"Then maybe think twice before getting into a fight," you said. "Y/n" he whispered clearly hurting. And he hugged you and buried his head in your shoulder. You hugged him back partly because you wanted to console him but more because you also needed some consoling after what happened earlier today and for whatever reason Monty felt safe. Both of you began sobbing because this was the first time in a long time both of you felt loved and cared for. He was moving his hand up and down your back and you were clutching his flannel tightly.

*****

You both were now seated on the benches close together comforting each other. Both of you had not said a word but knowing that he was with you comforted you to a great extent. And he felt the same.

"What happened Y/n...? You don't seem fine," he asked breaking the silence. You looked up into his eyes which were filled with pure solicitude. It made your heart melt and you were immediately filled with the desire to confide in him. You told him about your parents' continuos fights that you were a witness to since you were little. The abuses and curses they threw at each other and how it would eventually make its way to you. How they cursed you of ruining their relationship. How your mother would throw things at you and your dad didn't even care if you were alive.

"I have been dealing with them for a long time and today it just got a little out of hand and I flipped," you now began to cry over your selfish and irresponsible dad and controlling abusive mother while Monty hugged you as tight as he could as if protecting you. You felt safe in his arms. Monty and safe were two words you never thought went together but here we are. You looked into his eyes again and you put your hands on his face caressing his now purple bruises. His eyes filled with tears with your gentle touch. " M-my dad hits me," he said almost embarrassed. You are shocked but you don't let it show you move closer and hug him tighter.

" He comes home drunk and hits me. Even this is going on for a long time. But it's not like I can do anything, he is my father after all", you scoff at the truth in his words. " That is why I act like such an asshole in school. It's all this anger in me that I can't let out. I don't want to do that but I just can't control it," he says and cries again. You comfort him as tears begin to fall down your cheeks.

"You don't deserve it but it'll be alright okay?" you say in barely a whisper. But he hears you and nods, Suddenly pulling away he looks you in the eye and says" You don't deserve all this either. You only deserve the best. Thanks for being here with me Y/n. and also thanks for letting me in. You know I 'll be here for you whenever you need me."

You were so overcome with emotions at his care and concern that all you could say was " Same".

" We will get through this together okay?"

" Thanks, Monty. For being here and listen to me. I'll always be here when you need it. We will get through this together." And for the first time that night, you smiled. And so did Monty.

Both of you had found what you called a savior because if it had not been for Monty you don't know what you would have done that night. As for Monty, he found his happy place in you. The place where he no longer needed to put up a facade. You both knew that that night was the night a beautiful bond of love and friendship was formed. A bond that would not necessarily remove all problems from your life but one that would give both of you the strength to overcome all the shit that life threw your way.

Hey guys, this is my first ever imagine. I hope you like it. Requests are open for 13 reasons why characters. I enjoyed writing this. Hope you enjoyed reading it😁

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jeffatk1ns · 7 years

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The Louvre - Monty de la Cruz x Reader // Part One

Request - “can you make a imagine with Montgomery based on “The Louvre -Lorde"”

A/N: The other half of this request will be done soon! (This request did jump the queue a little due to the fact that they are all Jeff requests and the last few I’ve posted have been Jeff so I wanted to section them up a little.) This is my first 1st person imagine- let me know what you think!

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Here’s the thing. It wasn’t until it was too late that I realised how far gone my feelings were. Although there’s no denying the boy looks like he was crafted by Aphrodite, I was never really a looks girl. I know, I know, cliché as fuck- but it’s true. So, the boy annoyed me. Sue me. And his looks were never enough to make me see past that. I hated everything he stood for and the teenage grind he bought into. Of course, I knew nothing about him and was being my usual judgemental self.

To start, I’d always found it odd that he took Art. Again, I was stereotyping the baseball star. That was the first seed I guess, planted way before the rest. The next was the fact that he actually enjoyed art, and the care he took with his pieces. Every single thing he produced was meticulously fawned over with each brush stroke and paint mix. Sometimes I’d catch myself watching, from behind a canvas, the way in which he performed. And it was - a performance I mean. I couldn’t even begin to explain it in a way that gave it any kind of justice.

It got a bit tricky after that. There wasn’t any helping the fact that i kept seeing him around with his sickening cronies putting into action their perfected formula for popularity. I was far too salty about clique culture because I never fit into it, but that’s for another time. The thing was - I noticed the falters. The falls of face, the glances around as if to say ‘I need something more.’, and the escapes; ‘Miss is keeping me back to finish my art, sorry man.’ Which I knew were complete lies. That was the next thing that kept me intrigued in the boy who was my anti-type.

Well, Summer slipped us underneath her tongue,

When it came around to summer, everyone was feeling the shift. Honestly, that’s where it really started for me. I was too consumed in the summery romanticist haze to notice what was happening. Like I said, until it was too late.

Montgomery de la Cruz painted in the most gentle fashion, no one would ever expect. He was a firecracker, always lit at one end, just waiting ‘til he’d burned all the way down and exploded. Fights or shouting matches were frequent occurrences for the boy, which was part of the reason I’d avoided him before. This, really, was the main factor in my confusion of Monty (as his friends liked to refer to him) taking art. I later realised it was a tactic to calm him down, keep him on the surface. So long as his head was above the water, the fire could be extinguished just enough to last a period of time. Problem was - small things dunked him back under and BOOM. All. Burned. Up.

Truthfully? I was embarrassed. I’d fallen for a guy I’d outwardly dissed for so long, I couldn’t even admit it for the longest time.

But anyway, it started one Art lesson in late May, when our teacher said we’d be doing a partner sculpture for the rest of the year. As you’ve guessed, I got paired with Monty. The first few times we planned our sculpture we didn’t really speak, aside from about the task. It was a little awkward, but I hadn’t expected anything otherwise.

“I thought maybe he’d have *something* going for him other than the temper, but he’s so boring. I am continually bored out of my mind when I’m with him.” I’d ranted one day to Jess and Hannah as we sat on the bleachers eating lunch. That was the start of the lies, because I’d already mentally determined that this boy was intriguing as hell, but I had to set them off my trail. Except, Hannah had given me the; ‘i know you’ look, so she became my one confidant in the Montgomery situation.

“This text, I know it’s only about the project but I can’t help but read too much into it.” I sighed.

“I’ve said it many a time, and I’ll say it many more, he definitely has the hots for you.” Hannah shoved me gently.

“I don’t know, It’s just a stupid one sided crush…”

I overthink your punctuation use,

Which brings us to this day, In which i met Monty once more to work on our project. A nervous rap on the door indicated him of my presence.

I wasn’t entirely sure how he’d be today. Sometimes, usually, he was quiet and we only spoke ideas and plans, but other times, more recently, he’d started asking me questions about myself. Randomly. The other day we’d been sketching plans and he’d blurted out; “what’s your favourite sport?” And we’d had a fairly long conversation discussing that and his baseball playing.

“Hey.” He smiled at the doorway. I hadn’t noticed him open it so I jumped slightly.

“Hello!”

As usual, we stayed quiet for the first half.

“Do you some drinks? Mum bought a six pack but she doesn’t like them, said we could have them.” He asked awkwardly after some time.

“Like, with alcohol?” I giggled, feeling naughty at the thought of day-drinking with Montgomery de la Cruz.

“Uh…no.” He grinned a boyish smile, affection washing over his face. “Sadly. But I can buy some to bring along tonight?”

“Tonight?” There was probably a party I wasn’t invited to. How embarrassing.

“Bryce’s. You should totally come.” He chewed on his pencil absentmindedly.

“I don’t think I was invited…” despite my hoping for it to go away, my profuse blushing was obviously apparent.

“Bryce doesn’t do guest lists, he’ll let anyone in.” Well, that sure makes me feel wanted. But really, the fact that Monty mentioned it in the first place was sending me over the moon.

And I’d already decided the look he was giving me meant I was going.

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bleunoia · 7 years

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constellations

pairing: justin foley / reader

genre: smut… but like soft smut HAHAHA

description: honestly i suck at descriptions pls read hahaha ALSO ITS ANGSTY AT THE START BUT EVERYTHING WORKS OUT :-)

You had been waiting for 2 hours, two long and cold hours. Your body was shivering, your cheeks bitten pink by the frosty wind, and your ears filled with the dull ache of the frigid chill.

Yet you still stood at the bus stop waiting for the boy with the blue eyes and the crinkly smile to come whisk you away on the new life he promised you.

It was 2 am and no matter how many times you anxiously glanced at your phone there was still no messages, no calls, not even approaching footsteps that resembled his. You were starting to think he wasn’t coming, if that wasn’t already clear by the first hour of his absence.

You made up your mind and with a strong grip on your backpack that was filled with your most essential possessions, you abandoned the stop to make your way to his door. Thoughts were racing in your head of ‘did i do something wrong?’ to ‘did something happen to him?’ You convinced yourself that that was it, he was hurt, that was the only plausible reason of him not being there.

With a new sense of urgency your walking turned to jogging, your jogging turning into desperate running. You made it to his apartment in a few minutes, your rapid heartbeat ringing in your ears. You reached under his doormat, feeling for the extra silver key that you had used for months on end to sneak your way into his room.

With a careful twist of your hand you unlocked the door, pushing it open with no audible noise. You trod lightly on the floor, careful to not make the floorboards creak. The house was eerily silent, causing your already present anxiousness to heighten. You made your way to his door, pulling it open before quickly closing it behind you.

Your eyes moved around the dark expanse of his room, looking through the mess of broken objects and thrown clothes to find Justin. You tried to turn on the lights, but looked up to find the lightbulb shattered. Your heart sank, he wasn’t here.

You cursed under your breath at having to slink back outside of his apartment without getting caught when a soft sniffle caught your attention.

“Justin?” You whispered into the seemingly empty room. You saw something move in one corner and you made your way over. Under several blankets and bunched up in a corner, you found the boy you had been waiting for- literally.

“Justin, what the fuck?” You hissed under your breath, ripping the layers off of him.

“I was waiting for you for over two hours, what happened?” You took a more gentle tone, taking in his disheveled appearance and watery eyes.

“I didn’t think it was worth going.” His loud and curt voice felt like a slap to the face and you furrowed your brows in confusion at his answer.

He didn’t meet your eyes, his stare directing towards the wall dejectedly. You pointed to the door and brought your finger to your mouth, motioning for him to be quiet.

“They’re not here, you don’t have to worry about that shit.” You bent down to level your face to his, placing your hands on his cheeks.

“Look at me. Justin, what’s wrong?” You forced his eyes to look into yours and your heart tore at the broken look in his eyes.

“Baby, what happened?” You pulled him into your chest, wrapping your arms around him. He stayed stiff in your embrace, but eventually melted into you. You could feel his tears wet the skin of your neck, his soft sobs wracking his body.

Last week on one particularly calm night, Justin came bursting through your window. It was 2 am and you were deep in sleep before being abruptly shocked out of your dreams by his trembling hands.

His mom had thrown him out, choosing her boyfriend over her own son- his anger and crippling disappointment apparent in his frenzied eyes and shaking body. You had let him take out his frustrations on your wall, a fist sized hole now broken through. He yelled into your pillow as you rubbed soothing circles on his back, not saying a word.

After his throat finally grew raw and he had exhausted himself physically, he reached out for you- whispering soft apologies and i love you’s into your ears. He asked you to run away with him, start a new life, be free from all the negativity and instead replace it with love. You could only say yes and so you decided that on this night, a week later- during midnight, you would take the fastest train headed towards new beginnings.

Now here you were, much like that fateful night, with Justin crying into you.

“Justin, talk to me. Please. I need you to talk to me.” You rocked him back and forth like a mother would to her small child, as he gripped onto your clothes.

“They found out… They told me I wasn’t going anywhere, especially not with you.” His words came out choked, as he tightened his grip on you. “He told me I was going to ruin you, just like I ruin everything.”

Your eyes filled with tears at his words, truly hearing how hurt he was through his voice.

“I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I really don’t. Stay away from me, please.” His tears continued running, now soaking through your shirt. “I can’t hurt you, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You had never seen Justin like this. Every time he was pushed down he stood right back up, stronger and angrier than the last time. You were the one that broke down, the one that cried into his shoulder letting out all your insecurities and intimate thoughts.

You pulled his face from your neck, wiping the tears from his swollen red eyes.

“Justin. Justin, I fucking love you okay? I love you so much and there is no way that you will ever be able to hurt me. Ever since you came into my life, you added so much color and light to it. I know this is chees-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence before Justin was crashing his lips onto yours, his arms crushing you into his chest. You went limp against his touch, the feeling of his mouth against yours overwhelming you.

You felt like he had come back from a war and in a way- he had. You didn’t know why those words had impacted him so deeply, maybe because they resounded a truth in him and confirmed his darkest fears. You didn’t know if after this things would go back to the way they were, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care because your boyfriend was kissing you with so much emotion, it was pulling tears from your eyes.

You returned his kisses with as much passion and love you could muster, your hands slipping their way into his hair. Your tongues tangled in a fight for dominance, before settling in sync with each other.

Your hands slid down to the front of his shirt, pulling him with you as you laid down on the floor. You sucked his lips between your own, small breathy moans leaving his mouth. He kissed your lips until they were swollen and bruised, your sighs filling the room.

Time stopped turning, the world stopped moving, it was just the two of you on that floor.

With one last kiss that tasted like liquid gold falling from his lips, he scattered his lips across your cheeks. His mouth dipped into the hollow of your neck, sucking the tender skin a flushed red. You arched your neck to the side in response as his touch trailed back up to your lips.

He inched in close, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. Your heart thumped loudly as his eyes stared into yours, basking in the glow of your touch.

“I love you.”

Your chest tightened at his words, lungs forgetting how to breathe for a second. He continued to look at you, disbelief flooding his brain at how you managed to make him fall in love with you more and more each day.

He observed the deep and shining color of your irises, the soft shine that glimmered on your lips, the rose-like pigment that splotched your cheeks, and he is so in love.

With a smile, that is entirely too lovely, you gently close the distance between your lips.

“I love you too, more than you can imagine.” You murmur into the small space between you, and he is smiling bright, so bright that you wonder if the sun moved it’s place in the sky and into him.

You almost want to cry, but before the tears that are threatening to spill from your eyes fall, he is pulling you back into the inescapable realm of his lips. His mouth is warm honey, lips soft like satin, slipping smoothly against yours. Your fingers ghost over the flesh of his back, brushing the fabric of his shirt up.

He gingerly pulls away, tugging the material over his head. You mirror his actions, peeling the layers of clothing off your body. He helps you out of your jeans and panties as you unhook your bra behind you, letting it fall unto the floor. You feel entirely too bare and you blush brightly, self conscious under his intimate stare.

“You are so beautiful.”

You shy away from his eyes, unbuttoning and zipping down his jeans in an attempt to distract him. His mouth pulls into a boyish grin, eyebrows waggling at you in a smug manner. He wrestles his jeans off, boxers following. Now both naked, you caress the expanse of his chest, watching goosebumps arise on his skin.

Justin lays his hands on your ribs, finger tips brushing against the skin, shivers washing over you. His fingers make their way up to the swell of your breasts, massaging the delicate flesh. You wrap your legs around him, your thigh nudging his cock. A soft groan leave his lips before he descends his mouth on your nipple, pulling and tugging in fervency. Your head throws back as he continues his ministrations, drawing moans from between your lips.

Your hips buck up onto him, his mouth separating from the skin of your breasts to release a hiss. You feel his length dip into your heat momentarily and you swivel your hips against him, driving him crazy. With a growl, he lays a hand on your stomach, circling your clit with his other. You gasp out in surprise at his urgent touch, reaching up to dig your fingertips into the skin of his scalp. Your nerves are bursting and you are buzzing in pleasure, as he quickens his movements.

His fingers are slick against your heat, abruptly plunging his fingers into you, a high-pitched whine falling from your lips. Your writhe underneath him, his touch setting you ablaze and almost pushing you to lose your bearings during a particularly hard thrust.

“Justin-I need-I need you,” desperately whimpering as he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your neck. He hummed, moving his hand up to thumb your bundle of nerves, simultaneously taking your nipple between his lips.

“Let me think about it.”

You almost yell at both his fingers grinding against you dizzyingly and his response. You shove your hands between your sweaty bodies to grip his cock, tightly moving your hand up and down his length. A loud groan escaped his mouth at the fast pace of your movements, his head falling into the crook of your neck. His abs clench as you overwhelm him with your touch, pushing your thumb into the head of his cock. You slow your motions, a smug smile on your lips.

“Baby, please.” He whines in disapproval, digging his fingers into the grooves of your hips.

“Let me think about it.”

He let out an exasperated laugh at your pettiness, but then you’re wrapping your fingers around him again, causing the smile to wipe immediately off his face. You pull his leaking cock towards your entrance, his eyes watching you through heavy lashes. You incline your chin up to kiss him lightly, before urging his hips down to fill you.

His pants fill your ears, movements stilled as he adjusted to the feeling of your heat around his length. You raised your hands to fist the brown strands of his hair, tugging them in desperation. He carefully raised his hips before dipping them into you, settling on a languid pace.

You’ve had sex with Justin many times before this, but nothing like this. It felt like you were rediscovering him, every touch causing stars to collide, and plunging you deeper into a bottomless chasm of ardor. Every thrust of his hips brought about the sensation of spring, the blossoming of flowers and new life after the biting and barren cold of winter.

You were making love.

You trembled in his arms, like the aftershocks of an earthquake of great magnitude as he increased the pace of his movements. Your chests are pressed against each other, bodies molding as if they were one.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

His soft moans and whimpers make you delirious, clenching around him like a vice. Another stuttered groan leaves his lips, his thrusts turning irregular- signaling he was close.

You lift your mouth up to his ear, whispering sweet nothings to urge him closer to the edge. His fingers descend to dig into your bundle of nerves, drowning you in a sea of white-hot pleasure. Your hips raise up to meet his thrusts, now chasing your own high.

“Let go baby, let go.” Justin murmured against your lips, grunts hot against your skin.

“God, I fucking love you.”

And then you are falling, unraveling between the onslaught of his touches, burning as though a wildfire was raging in you. His lips bring you back to reality, tongue lacing with yours in wild fervor.

His hips continue rolling into you, intelligible mumbles falling from his lips as your walls clamp around him in an effort to push him over the edge. You retreat your mouth from his, trailing it down to his earlobe, taking the soft fleshy skin of it between your teeth.

“Come on Justin.” Your voice is all he needed to reach his high, curses escaping his mouth. He continued pushing into you, trying to prolong the ecstasy that filled his veins.

You tenderly pushed his hair from his forehead, sweat glistening on his forehead. He tilted his lips up to kiss your palm, a soft smile on his face as his movements finally came to a stop. Your eyes mapped out the span of his face, trying to instill how he looked right in this moment forever in your memories. You never wanted to forget the way his eyes shone in adoration or how he glowed like he had constellations buried beneath the layers of his skin, beaming brighter by the second.

He held himself unmoving above you, letting you trace your fingertips over the delicate skin of his eyelids, down to the grooves of his lips. You don’t know how long you laid there with him on the floor, unaware of anything but each other. The only thought that even stepped into the threshold of your mind besides him him and him was that you weren’t scared.

You weren’t scared to fall madly in love with him and you didn’t mind that your love story wasn’t one for the storybooks because God, you fucking loved him too.

hi everyone! I'm back after such a long time! I've been really busy with school and finals, so thank you for being so patient with me! I hope you guys enjoy and again, any feedback would be appreciated! I send you all the love in my heart and soul. also, good luck if you're taking finals, please remember that grades don't dictate your self worth. also! please remember to drink water and get enough sleep, unlike me!!

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aro-ace-of-spades · 2 years

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Anyone got any fan fics u think I would like

My fandoms are

Harry potter - naruto - jujitsu kaisen - pjo - dsmp - millionaire detective - voltron(aka klance) - mha - assassination classroom - demon slayer - haikyuu!! - 13rw - teen wolf -

And if there's anyrhibg you think I would like that's not on the list don't be afraid to recremend it! And I'm open to queer fics and hetero fics (all fics basically)

I only read fics on wattpad and ao3

Put links to fics or fic authors in the reply/reblogs

Or if your using wattpad just put the name and author

#Wattpad #Ao3 #Fanfics #fanfiction problems #bnha crack #crack fanfic #Lmao #Lgbtq #Voltron #Harry potter #Queet #haikyuu!!#Mha #Bnha #Naruto #Dsmp #13rw #Teen wolf #Demon slayer #Pjo #Klance

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heymonty · 3 years

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I somehow feel like talking about Monty in a straight sense bothers you some, I can’t explain why it’s just a feeling I get. Does it though? If it does I’m really sorry it’s probably because you’re the only active Monty fan fic blogger and people feel comfortable “chatting” to you cause you’re so awesome, You gotta know though that there is TONS of MontyxOc (female oc/reader) fan fiction on tumblr & wattpad and the ladies Love him including me, some of them admittedly me included totally disregard that they made him gay because of all the fan fic stories out there that we’re not gonna stop reading & enjoying I mean have you seen him??!!! 😍. Fan fiction is amazing cause you’re able to picture yourself dating (FWB, blah blah blah), I mean me personally ever since I started reading fan fiction not just 13RW but other stuff too I found it as an escape from my usually shitty life it kept me from popping pills & cutting myself, I find myself getting lost in the character of whatever Oc is present and occasionally draw inspiration from them. Anyway I’ll stop rambling now lol…

Btdubs super sorry for this 10 000 page essay I wrote and for the deep shit I for some reason juts blurted out🤦🏻‍♀️.

Awee! Don't ever apologize if some people feel bothered 'just because' some people take Monty in a 'straight sense.' *hugs* Like I always keep telling most of you here 'You do you, darling.'

And to reassure you, I'm not bothered at all. 😊 I really appreciate you guys feeling safe about talking to me all these stuff you feel. 💙

I only explain and analyze Monty in a gay sense, cause 1) being that's who he is, and knowing only a little background of him, it helps me give more light about his character by analysing him from the show, so given those, it will become prominent to me what kind of boyfriend he is whether he ends up being with a girl or boy or anyone. Is he going to be flirty? A guy who likes fooling around? A cheater? Or is he a loyal one?

Anyway, I feel like the need to say those to avoid any misunderstanding. And I'm sorry if my answer is so vague it feels like I'm disregarding some of your preferences about Monty. I'm not. I was actually hoping it will help give some of you a little understanding who he might be as a boyfriend from my answers, regardless the sexuality I take him as. (well i still hope it does?🙈)

And same here. I once got this message on my other blogs from a different fandom feeling bothered about my shipping preferences, and I have the same answer as yours, telling them, that it's helping me get by my depression. And I'm so sorry that you're going through it. So, let me express, how I'm happy and proud of you continuing finding a little happiness here and there, and one of them -in this case- is our little Monty. ✨(who might be considered monster to some. skhdnsjsb) But those kind of people are the least of our concerns, cause this is our life. We just have to learn to welcome who's really worth our time and energy.

Also, true, I consider fanfiction a blessing cause you can just freely write anything your heart desires, may it contradict canon or not, but at least, for us, it is our canon. lol, and being able to read other people stories and relate, or simply enjoy what they have written in that fandom you're in. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Aww! I don't mind. Thank you again for trusting me. This means a lot. And thank you for your kind words. Sending lots of love and a Monty plushie you can take care of your way! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

#answered #anonymous #montgomery de la cruz #and I'm sorry for this long answer 😅

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samdrakeftw · 3 years

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I was tagged by the lovely @samsassinparvismagna to list my 5 favourite fictional gals!

1. Djaq from BBC’s Robin Hood

2. Clementine from The Walking Dead games

3. Kate Marsh from Life is Strange

4. Hannah Baker from 13RW

5. Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games

Bonus: Faith Spencer from Dangerous (Uncharted fans, go read this fic by @unchartedter it’s awesome!)

I’ll tag @missdictatorme @marshmallow--3 @unchartedterritoria @peakymarvels and @bapyess1r ☺️

#thanks!!#tag game

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blackbutterflyboi · 4 years

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Oh Zalex...

So... I watched the 4th season of 13 reasons why and like everyone I was sad that Zalex wasn’t a thing - like I mean just look at them, you’re screaming in your head ‘now kiss’ at each of their scenes together :P But, now looking at the broader picture, it kinda of makes sense. Firstly, the characters in this season were great (well it’s still 13RW with it’s loads of bad writing) but unlike the previous season, they seem like kids who just made bad or not so good decisions in trying to be/do better especially in the last few episodes and looking at the ending is what it clicked at me that the Zalex situation was quite realistic...

Now we are shown again and again that they deeply care for each other and connect on an another level - the conversation before the hospital visit sums this up marvelously, when everyone sees Zach spiraling and screwing up, Alex is the only one who sees the good in him and what good he has done and is the only one who can pull him back on his feet. He knows Zach loves his friends and would do anything to protect them even if everyone else thinks Zach ditched them. The Winston/Zach scene is also very important, while the stammering can mean Zach has trouble to accept the fact he might love Alex, it can also mean that Zach realizes how much Alex means to him and how much he has done for him - at that time he is already feeling like crap (inside and out), it is shown that his relationship with his mother is tumultuous and for the past few months, he’s been out of the group and nobody reaches out to him; except Alex. I think the fact that he favours to give his last words to Bryce’s mother rather than Alex is because he knows Alex knows how much he means to Zach and that’s what’s great about their relationship even if it’s not portrayed with lots of screen-time.

The ‘you should be with Charlie rather than me’ is again a great moment of their relationship - when seeing the coach’s letter and reading his words, Zach again realizes the disappointment he feels towards himself, his failing relationship with his mom, the absence of any trusting adult in his life, him dumping his friends, his abuse of alcohol and sex yet Alex is the only one who refuses to let him go when everyone else does...

In their scenes together, there’s always this longing for each other namely at the prom scene - each is with a partner yet there’s awkwardness and they can’t even make eye contact with each other AT ALL. While everyone who deeply cares for Alex reactions are shown at the prom dance scene (including Jessica), Zach is strangely missing.

Now, moving on to Alex’s case, Charlie’s a great and lovable character but each and every time, Alex clearly chooses Zach over him, it’s like instinctual to him. Again and again, Alex always mentions that Bryce threatened Zach but forgets to mention he also threatened Jessica. At the end of all, for Alex, Zach remains the most important person in his life.

Alex’s ‘I love you’ to Charlie is indeed sincere but more in the sense that Charlie made him more comfortable with his sexuality (just before Alex was super against being lovey-dovey - not to mention this change takes place only after the riot during which Zach calls him out on stopping to always being afraid) and that’s why he loves him; for the happiness he made him feel - something that no-one (not even Zach) made him feel (it made me remember of his and Jessica’s scene of last season and their ‘I love you’). Same thing for Charlie, Alex was part of what made him come out and that’s why he’ll always be someone important to him, even if their relationship doesn’t make it in the long run.

Alex still feels super awkward being in a relationship and doesn’t quite know what being a boyfriend is by the end... and that takes us to the epilogue that tells us that their high-school life is over - Hanna, Bryce and as well as their traumas; they’re leaving them behind but their life moves forward, especially with that ending scene with Clay and Tony that seems hardly like an ending scene.

I think that was what impressed me the most in the ending - it was not a wrap-up with everyone knowing what they want with their lives and the general ‘5 years later’ whereby we see all of them successful. It was only the end of high-school but not of their story. And both Alex and Zach have a lot to learn more about themselves. And the awkward distance they have in the ending kinda reflects that - come-on, there’s a clear longing for each other but they are in search of some other answers - perhaps for Alex after figuring out his sexuality, what he really wants in a relationship and how to be a better partner, for Zach what his future entails and how to make life worthwhile.

They may actually be in love with each other but don’t think it would work - Alex already thinks Zach denied his move and Zach knows he’s just not ready to be in a serious relationship (perhaps Chloe being in one made him start questioning himself about what is in fact a serious relationship and what he lacks)

Looking at the ending, it made me realize why would it be fair for Zach and Alex to be together and figuring out their differences when everyone else hadn’t? Everyone, including these two are still figuring out stuff about their lives and their stories haven’t ended, it’s just us viewers who don’t get to see them...

But that was just the 2 cents of a Zalex fan who wished for this ship to come true and who’ll never stop shipping Zalex/Aach :)

Well, I like to think that perhaps after 2-3 years, they meet back in Evergreen and finally confess after having sorted out stuff in their lives (I’m sure the fics will come eventually :P)

#zalex #13 reasons why spoilers #zalex 4va!!!

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