#13rw preference

[audrey-library]

Clay Jensen Fic Recommendation

Blurbs/Drabbles

it has to get better by @pinkykitten

11 - “You’re an idiot” “And who’s the dumbass who fell in love with me?” 13 - “I’m right here, I’m safe” by @writingfortoomanyfandoms

Jealous Clay by @clay-dylan

Headcanons

Dating Clay Jensen by @lilxberry

Dating Clay would include by @joelsgeetar

Being Clay (and Justin’s) Sister Headcanons by @clay-dylan

Dating Clay Jensen would include by @underratedcharactersimagines

dating: clay jensen by @teenwolve

sex with clay jensen by @teenwolve

Imagine

imagine... by @jensensfanfic

Imagine being the only person Clay told about the tapes because he needed your help by @some-multifandom-imagines

clay jensen imagine: you’re pregnant by @13r3asonswhyimagines

I need you by @13rw-imagines-blog

One-shots

The Love Act by @jensensfanfic

Nightmare Lullaby by @purestxblood

Make Me Cry by @xbarrjallenx

Things That Mattered by @xbarrjallenx

All About Us by @xbarrjallenx

my knight in shining armor by @pinkykitten

Sweet Dreams by @jensensfanfic

Until You Love Yourself by @purestxblood

Silly by @statticscribbles

Left Behind by @peterpparkrr

Safe Heaven by @xbarrjallenx

Heart Sick by @clay-dylan

Thunderstorms by @clay-dylan

Pillow Fight by @jensensfanfic

I’m Here by @xbarrjallenx

Here For You by @jensensfanfic

You’ll Get Over It by @purestxblood

Project? by @xbarrjallenx

Prom by @killmybadthoughts

Galaxy by @statticscribbles

Polar Opposites by @chocolatenightmaremoon

Healing by @cynicallystiles

I See The Light by @statticscribbles

Come What May by @statticscribbles

Rainy Afternoon by @xbarrjallenx

Falling Star by @xbarrjallenx

Rescue You by @xbarrjallenx

Half A Man by @xviminds

I’m here for you by @pinkykitten

Fanfiction by @statticscribbles

Please Don’t by @mackloveswriting

Back To You by @team-free-winchester

a soft kind a love by @atkinsreeds

What’s Your Problem? by @misfit-imagines-blog

Grenade by @xbarrjallenx

Those Magic Changes by @statticscribbles

forgotten by @nctloveclub

we’ll all float on alright by @back-atkins-it

Apology Kisses by @wildestimagines

Knock Knock by @xbarrjallenx

conflicted by @nctloveclub

Stop Running by @hesmymarinebiologist

Sign of the Times by @imaginethisimaginethat

You Like Me? by @reasonswhyimaginesmatter

Tolerance by @xbarrjallenx

A Love Letter From Mr. Clay by @hesmymarinebiologist

I Really Like You by @imaginefan

Exhausted by @kristinee

Preferences

Twinkling Nights by @purestxblood

Clay Jensen Dating Preference by @xviminds

how you met them by @unhappytan

Social Media 

bf!clay | snaps + texts by @dizzyingdaze

Wattpad

For You I Will by wattpad-@pureblood/ @purestxblood​

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[fanfabled]

𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗜 𝗕𝗘 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐, 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈?

          this is an independent ,   selective ,   and private rp blog for  𝙺𝙴𝙸𝙺𝙾 , a kyoshi warrior oc from 𝙰𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚁: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 .   adheres primarily to the cartoon and comics with some personal interpretation . contains themes such as violence , torture , death , war , colonization , and prisoners of war .   adored by viv, 26, she/they .

a study in : tba .

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==RULE I.== Please don’t pressure me into replying or interacting. Roleplaying is my hobby, not my job, and I have a life outside of the internet that is more important. I work full-time and have ADHD and a chronic illness, so I will reply when I reply. If you bother me about threads then you’ll get yourself soft-blocked.

==RULE II.== No god-modding. That's obvious. Don’t make decisions on my character’s behalf and don’t write for them. They’re mine for a reason.

==RULE III.== This blog is private, meaning I only interact with people who follow me and whom I follow back (aka MUTUALS). It’s nothing personal, just for comfort reasons and for me to curate my rp experience how I like. Please don’t send ask memes, like starter calls, or spam-like my posts if I have not followed you back, or this will get you blocked.

==RULE IV.== Absolutely NO insta-shipping. We have to have at least talked about it because I want the muses I ship with to have chemistry with mine. If you're interested in shipping, please fill out my interest tracker or message me directly, as I prefer for us to first plot out their dynamic and then get into the shipping aspects later.

==RULE V.== Keiko is underage through the duration of the show, therefore I will not write NSFW on this blog, even if I am writing in a verse where she is an adult. This is a personal preference and not meant to shame those who enjoy writing NSFW. It is for my comfort and I know how to curate my experience on Tumblr accordingly.

==RULE VI.== Considering the nature of this blog and the universe it lives in, this blog will contain darker content. This includes mentions of violence, torture, death, war, colonization, and prisoners of war. Please be cautious if you follow. Direct mentions of these things will be tagged accordingly.

==RULE VII.== I do not reblog callouts nor do I participate in the action of calling people out via post. I struggle with a lot of anxiety and dash-drama is very bad for my mental health, so if you are a person who reblogs a lot of callout posts, I will unfollow you for my own sake. I will not engage with dash drama. I also reserve the right to unfollow anyone who is engaging persistently in drama.

==RULE VIII.== I will not interact with any characters from 13rw, ahs, billy hargrove, or historical figure roleplay blogs.

==RULE X.== I understand the need for DNI lists for one's safety, unfortunately I might miss your list on your blog when I do my initial scan. If we are mutuals and I follow or interact with someone who makes you feel unsafe, please reach out to me directly and I am open to chat about it!

==Mun info.== Howdy! My name is Viv, I am 26 years old and use she/they pronouns. Timezone is PST. I currently work full-time and am managing a chronic illness and ADHD so unfortunately my activity on tumblr is not always consistent. I am very responsive on Discord and that is the best place to contact me!

#pinned.

[fanfought]

               𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻 , 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙰 𝙶𝙾𝙳 .

          this is an independent ,   selective ,   and private rp blog for  𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸 , from 𝙰𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚁: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 .   adheres primarily to the cartoon and comics with some personal interpretation . contains themes such as violence , torture , death , war , colonization , and prisoners of war .   adored by viv, 26, she/they .

a study in : tba .

pinterest .   playlist . interest tracker .

==RULE I.== Please don’t pressure me into replying or interacting. Roleplaying is my hobby, not my job, and I have a life outside of the internet that is more important. I work full-time and have ADHD and a chronic illness, so I will reply when I reply. If you bother me about threads then you’ll get yourself soft-blocked.

==RULE II.== No god-modding. That's obvious. Don’t make decisions on my character’s behalf and don’t write for them. They’re mine for a reason.

==RULE III.== This blog is private, meaning I only interact with people who follow me and whom I follow back (aka MUTUALS). It’s nothing personal, just for comfort reasons and for me to curate my rp experience how I like. Please don’t send ask memes, like starter calls, or spam-like my posts if I have not followed you back, or this will get you blocked.

==RULE IV.== Absolutely NO insta-shipping. We have to have at least talked about it because I want the muses I ship with to have chemistry with mine. If you're interested in shipping, please fill out my interest tracker or message me directly, as I prefer for us to first plot out their dynamic and then get into the shipping aspects later.

==RULE V.== Suki is underage through the duration of the show, therefore I will not write NSFW on this blog, even if I am writing in a verse where she is an adult. This is a personal preference and not meant to shame those who enjoy writing NSFW. It is for my comfort and I know how to curate my experience on Tumblr accordingly.

==RULE VI.== Considering the nature of this blog and the universe it lives in, this blog will contain darker content. This includes mentions of violence, torture, death, war, colonization, and prisoners of war. Please be cautious if you follow. Direct mentions of these things will be tagged accordingly.

==RULE VII.== I do not reblog callouts nor do I participate in the action of calling people out via post. I struggle with a lot of anxiety and dash-drama is very bad for my mental health, so if you are a person who reblogs a lot of callout posts, I will unfollow you for my own sake. I will not engage with dash drama. I also reserve the right to unfollow anyone who is engaging persistently in drama.

==RULE VIII.== I will not interact with any characters from 13rw, ahs, billy hargrove, or historical figure roleplay blogs.

==RULE X.== I understand the need for DNI lists for one's safety, unfortunately I might miss your list on your blog when I do my initial scan. If we are mutuals and I follow or interact with someone who makes you feel unsafe, please reach out to me directly and I am open to chat about it!

==Mun info.== Howdy! My name is Viv, I am 26 years old and use she/they pronouns. Timezone is PST. I currently work full-time and am managing a chronic illness so unfortunately my activity on tumblr is not always consistent. I am very responsive on Discord and that is the best place to contact me!

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[nothief]

‘ you think we're going to turn you over to the law? oh, no, we're much more dangerous than that. ’     # N O T H I E F : a highly selective, mutually exclusive, and low activity writing blog for NATHAN FORD, as seen in the television series LEVERAGE ( 2008 - 2012 ). currently watching: season 4.

remember that you can’t save everyone ; remember that you have to try.

portraying themes of: tragic heroism, stealing the unstealable, doing what’s right the wrong way, being two moves ahead in the game of chess, and doing anything to protect the ones you love.     doc.   memes.   main.   rules under the cut.

ONE.  i like to keep a low follower count, so i will not follow everyone back. i am incredibly low / sporadic activity. i have a lot of other blogs that fluctuate between hyper fixations. do not follow me if you're under 21, you will be blocked.

TWO.   drama is a no from me. let me know if you believe i’m interacting with an actually harmful and i’ll consider what my next steps are.

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FOUR.   shipping is open to age appropriate muses and needs to be plotted thoroughly beforehand. nathan, at the start of the show, is around 44. i will not ship him with anyone younger than 35.

FIVE.   i go by ash, i am nonbinary and use they them pronouns. i'm 25+. i've been rping on tumblr since 2014, and at this point, i'm just chilling and having a good time, which means i'm not writing constantly, nor will i push myself to. i prefer plotting over anything else. welcome to my blog!

SIX.   psd and icon border by supersources.

#the lengths i went to... #PINNED. #DNI.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Young and Dumb | Part 2

“I believe I first met you in my parents’ pharmacy. I’m sure you don’t need the map to find it, everyone has the knowledge of where it is.  I was helping my mum restock the shelves, and you came in with a black hoodie and sunglasses on. Obviously, you didn’t want to be recognised, or maybe you did, who knows.

I asked if there was anything you needed help with, and your eyes went wide behind the expensive frames. From your posture, it was clear that you were unsettled by something. This something meant a lot to you, and you were nervous in telling me, a stranger.

It had only been the first week or two of school since I moved, so I didn’t blame you for that. The blame comes later on in this story. But I took an interest in you, not when you were getting all of that attention that you seemed to draw instantly when you walked through the halls of school, but when you were trying your best to avoid any of it.

I know that you knew who I was, you knew Justin, and Zach… and Bryce. You also seemed to become Jessica’s new bestie when we split ways, in a strange way, when the two of you connected, I felt as though you had stolen something from me.

But again, it was her choice to invite you to her house to study, and invite her to the parties that she threw. Courtney even told me that Jess always asked you what she should wear before they started, and now I understand how her fashion had improved significantly.”

Clay paused the tape as Tony pulled up beside him, and the teenager instinctively threw the door open and climbed into the passenger’s side. He pushed the headphones down to his neck as he looked at his friend, who appeared to be studying him far too closely for his liking.

“What?” He breathed, throwing his head back into the seat of the vehicle. Everyone was watching him, they had all had the tapes before him, so they knew that he was listening to their sins. And then also, they knew his. Both sides held the ammunition, even more so since he had yet to discover the case against him.

“Which tape are you on?” Tony was blunt, but he had an idea as he saw Clay’s interest as you walked out of the front doors, Jess on one side and Sheri on your other. It had to be one of you three, yet he was aware of how slow Clay was processing each record of information.

“12 side A.” He answered, his blue eyes drilling into you as you threw your head back in laughter. It wasn’t fair that you had the ability and will to do that after everything, Hannah was still waiting to be buried. Sometimes people were too inconsiderate of those who were lower down on the social food chain than them.

“Don’t judge her before you hear the entire tape. It’s complicated, and messy, and Hannah was not the only victim.” That intel made Clay’s eyes widen in fear. There had been another victim exposed on this tape, and it was disgusting, cruel. Evil.

“Not like Jess was?”

“God no. Thank God no.” Tony answered, looking in his side mirror as you walked away, and joined your boyfriend in his car. “But you better buckle up Clay, that side of the tape is long. Hannah sure had a lot of things to say about (Y/N), some good. Others not so much…”

Clay took out the tape from the player and inserted it in the car. If it was complicated, then Tony could explain it to him. He would still get mad and require a word in private with you, but he needed another opinion. One from an outsider, from someone who didn’t know Hannah as well, although, admittedly Clay didn’t know as much about her as he would have liked to have thought.

“That day though, when we first met gave me the impression that you didn’t thrive off of all of the attention. You liked your alone time, which I could relate to, more than anyone would know. It made me think that no one knew the real you, but I wanted to.

‘Can I help with anything?’ I asked, expecting you to be confident like you were with answers in class, but instead you wrung your hands, and your mouth opened repeatedly, trying to find words but somehow you had lost them. ‘(Y/N).’ I said, which caught your attention finally.

Your disguise clearly had not worked, so you removed the shades, but the hood stayed up. I was relieved to see the lack of a black eye or tears, I knew from then on that you just felt awkward. This was not a predicament that you had found yourself in before.

‘Actually, I’m looking for something’ It was more of a mumble that clear speech, but I still heard, and was happy that I did. I wanted to help, then maybe I could befriend you, and then change my image at Liberty.

‘What?’ Before you answered, you looked terrified, so I grabbed your hands and held them. It seemed to calm you a little, but you still had the instinct to look around to check for other people. My mum had went to the back to grab more stock, so it was just us. You and me, but now I speak this stood alone. There is no one here, just cold walls that don’t even want to move closer to me.

So, those of you who are listening, you can already tell that she created distance between me and her. I bet no one even knew that you had been a great support system once, until it was decided that we should keep our space.

‘Condoms.’ Was your quiet response, you appeared uncomfortable in saying it. At that time or before, I would have assumed that you had no problem with purchasing the contraception, seeing as everyone was far too familiar with you and Scott Reed in the hallways.

‘This way.’ I led you, and it got me thinking. Had you never bought a box before? Was it Scott’s duty that he had failed to uphold, and here you were, running in, when you were in the most need for one?

We got to the aisle, and you haphazardly stared at the selection of the stock. Your eyes were wide, and your mind was turning. ‘Are you okay?’

At my voice you smiled, looking back and forth between me and your necessity. And finally you told me your problem, which did not seem to be troublesome at all. But this was where it all started, it finishes somewhere very different. 

‘I, uh, don’t know which ones to get.’ You appeared embarrassed in confiding this in me, and it really did make me think that you left the buying of them to Scott, until... ‘Me and Scott have never... you know. This was supposed to be a surprise, clearly not a very good one if I don’t know what frickin condoms to but.’

You were definitely embarrassed, your hands were raking through your hair, and there were tears holding back in your eyes. My hand caressed your shoulder and convinced you to look at me.

‘You’re both virgins?’ I asked rather bluntly, and you nodded shamefully. But you had nothing to be ashamed of, even if the news did shock me. The two of you fooled me, and could have fooled anyone considering your relationship. ‘Hey, that’s not a bad thing.’ I was a virgin too, even if others were led to believe differently. ‘It’s all new to the both of you, he’ll love the surprise, and he’d be stupid not to.’

Maybe I shouldn’t have convinced you to go ahead with your plan, but I did anyway. In this moment, you seemed like a nice girl, one who needed guidance rather than the flocks of followers that you were prone to having.

I scanned the selection, and grabbed the most suitable brand. ‘These would be best, just normal, like this and eventually that exchange.’

Clay paused the record as he saw that were at his house. He was astounded by the news of how late you and Scott were to blossoming sexually. There was a large difference between the pair of you and your so called friends.

“Did you know?” The investigator asked Tony, revelling in the newfound, yet old gossip.

“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover Jensen.” He told him. The boy was in for a ride, it was a long tape, for some reason, the longest one.

A/N: Sorry for the formation, I couldn’t add a read more button or a pic. So it’s just like this x

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[myriadimagines]

Preference: 13 Reasons Why

First Date

Characters: Alex Standall, Clay Jensen, Hannah Baker, Jessica Davis, Justin Foley, Tony Padilla

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption

Request: “13 Reasons Why Preference: First Date (Alex, Justin, Clay, Tony, Hannah, & Jessica)” - @fangirlsarah16

A/N: It’s 1am and I kinda wanna sleep but I am DETERMINED to finish this and not put this off until tomorrow. And man I really should start watching Season 2 shouldn’t I

Alex Standall

Alex wasn’t sure what kind of music you were into, but he took a risk when he decided to take you out to a concert for your first date. Thankfully, you happened to love the genre of music from the concert, which you and Alex would joke about later on how Alex already knew you so well. During the concert, there wasn’t much time for talking or any deep conversations, but the two of you had loads of fun jumping up and down and singing along to the music. Alex was a little shy when you started dancing and grabbed his hands so he could dance with you, but he eventually let loose, the both of you laughing at all the crazy and silly dance moves both of you made up on the spot.

Afterwards, even though it was late, you and Alex decided just to chill at Rosie’s and have a little midnight feast. You then spent time talking and getting to know each other, smiling at each other as you listened to each other’s crazy stories. 

Clay Jensen

Clay was nervous about what to do for your first date, and he ended up deciding on a classic movie date, especially since he heard you talking about a movie you really wanted to see in the hallway the other day. For him, it was perfect since he wouldn’t need to worry about awkward silences between the two of you, and he’d have plenty of time to think about what to talk about or do afterwards. Throughout the movie, the two of you whispered similar remarks to each other, chuckling when you realised how similar the two of you were. Clay nervously tried to put his arms around your shoulders, but you made the first move by resting your head on his shoulders.

When the movie was done, Clay suddenly suggested you go to the top of the theatre. You were confused as to why, until the two of you made it to the roof and he pointed at the stars above. He loved how in awe you looked, and the two of you spent another hour or so stargazing, his hand inching towards yours until your fingers finally intertwined. 

Hannah Baker

Hannah had decided to do something simple for you first date. After hearing you had never tried one of the amazing milkshakes from Rosie’s Diner, Hannah knew she had to take you there. It was nothing too complicated, but it would also give the two of you the chance to get to know each other better. The two of you met up for dinner, and after getting over the initial awkwardness, the two of you ended talking the night away. Hannah loved how you managed to always make her smile, and she felt like she could be herself around you, and that she could trust you,

When it was time to head back, you walked Hannah home, the both of you still talking and laughing over silly jokes. Your hands nervously brushed each others, before Hannah decided to take a leap and gently reach for your hand. When you finally got to her house, she nervously asked if she could kiss you before the two of you agreed that you’d definitely be going on a second date. 

Jessica Davis

You and Jessica decided to just chill at Monet’s for your first date. The two of you sat at Jessica’s favorite spot, and she recommended which drink you should get. Things were a little awkward at first as the two of you fumbled to find a good conversation topic, but after a while, the both of you warmed up to each other, and you ended up talking about the first time you met, and what you liked about each other. Jessica loved how sweet you were and felt like you were the kind of person she could trust. 

Afterwards, the two of you decided just to walk around a nearby park, still engrossed in conversation. The two of you started playing a silly game where you would pick out strangers and make up stories about them, and you loved making Jessica laugh over your wacky and imaginative stories. After a while, you nervously reached for her hand, and she squeezed it response, letting you know how well things were going between the two of you.

Justin Foley

Justin wasn’t really sure what to do for your first date, and his initial idea wasn’t the best. He ended up taking you to one of his friend’s parties, where the both of you got a little drunk. The two of you were having a bit of fun, joining in whatever drinking games there were, but after a while Justin sensed you were getting bored. He quickly suggested the two of you leave, and both of you ended up wandering the neighbourhood late at night. 

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but as the two of you walked through the quiet streets, Justin opened up to you a bit. He mentioned about things at home, and you ended up revealing troubles you were having too at school or with friends. By the time Justin walked you to your house, the both of you knew things about each other neither of you would’ve expected, and felt much closer because of it. Justin apologized that your first date wasn’t the best, but promised that if you were up for it, he’d make sure to take you out on a second date that would be much better.

Tony Padilla

For your first date, Tony took you for a scenic drive. The sun was beginning to set, and Tony drove the both of you up a mountain with the windows down and your favorite music playing softly in the background. The two of you talked for a little bit about the usual stuff, like how your days went. There were a few silences, but for some reason, it didn’t feel awkward -- especially since Tony knew you were captivated by the view as you drove up, and he wanted to let you appreciate it. 

When you finally made it to a clearing looking over the city below, you and Tony sat on the hood of his car as you watched the sun descend over the city, painting the sky in luminous colors. Tony had brought a blanket with him, which he draped over the both of you as you leaned closer to him, never feeling so at peace as you did in that moment with him. 

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[coffeeaddictedauthor]

How the boys of 13 reasons why would react...

…to you running up and hugging them tightly while crying 

Montgomery: 

At first Monty wouldn’t know what to do. He would feel your body collide with his and his heart would immediately drop. After a few moments of standing in shock he would wrap his arms around you tighter than ever before, making you feel the safest you’ve ever felt before. He would just continually mumble the words “I’m sorry” even if it wasn’t his fault. After a bit he would start to ask questions “Who was it” - “I swear to go I’ll kick the bastards ass”. But after he realized you just needed to be held he would rock you slightly, hold you tighter, bury his head in your shoulder and coo “I’m sorry sweetheart. I love you. I love you so much babe" 

Jeff: 

Everything inside him broke seeing you in this much pain making him very quick to respond. One arm wrapped around you for support, the other lightly stroking the back of your head in an attempt to comfort you as much as he possibly could as all he wanted to do was to make you feel better. He would sway you back and forth lightly letting you know that you were in his arms, that you were grounded and that you safe with him. He would quietly sing you a few lines from your favorite song while murmuring "Shhh it’s all okay baby. I gotcha. You’re okay I promise" 

 Zach: 

Zach would immediately tense up. He loved to hold you, touch you, kiss you but this was different, you were in pain and every fiber in his being was immensely aware of that but he would push it away, try and forget about that and only think about you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while trying to clam you down. He would bring you in close and start repeatedly kissing the side and top of your head telling you that he was here and that he wasn’t going to to leave you, that nothing like this would ever happen again and that he loved you more than he could even understand. 

Clay: 

Clay would run straight into you, he had made his mistakes In the past and he wasn’t going to do it this time, not with you. He would be the one to cry along with you, holding you as tight as he possibly could a nervous smile breaking out that you could feel buried deep within the crook of your neck "Talk to me” he would plead, his hands lightly stroking your back in attempts to show he was with you, he wouldn’t push you. If you didn’t want to talk he wouldn’t make you, he would just hold you for as long as you wanted to be held “I love you" 

 Alex: 

Alex would immediately understand, he would fall into you, melt into you as you did to him. He would begin to cry with you, upset that he had let this happen, upset that you were upset. "I can fix this, whenever you’re ready” he would murmur, not pushing you but merely letting you know that he wasn’t going to let this go, he wanted, no, he needed to make it right and he needed to make sure you were okay, he loves you more than life itself and he would hug you and whisper encouraging statements in your ear to make sure you knew that “I’m here for you. I will always be here for you”. 

Justin: 

Justin would immediately become one with you, he didn’t have to know why you were crying but he knew you were crying and that’s all that mattered. The two of you would hug in silence, neither one of you wanting to ruin it and neither one of you really knowing what to say. That long peaceful silence nearly immediately calmed you down, his fingers lightly traveling up and down your back and into your hair to help in anyway he could. Any hug with Justin always felt intimate and it made you feel as if the two of you could face anything.

Tony: 

Tony wasn’t necessarily one for public affection but when he felt your arms wrap around his neck and your body slam into his he couldn’t help but eagerly return the hug, his eyes wide eyed and his grip firm. He would be stunned, not really knowing what to say only knowing to hug you tighter with each new cry that you sobbed out. Eventually he would gain the courage to talk “Were gonna get through this” he would tell you and thats all he would say, and you didn’t know why but that made you feel safe and that was all you needed.

Requested by anon (I actually really enjoyed this so if anyone wants to request anymore i’m down!)

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13 Reasons Why Preference: PDA

Not my gifs

Clay Jensen: Clay wasn't big on PDA and honestly, neither were you. You two liked to save your affectionate moments for when you were in private, so your PDA would mostly be holding hands and a hug when one of you left the other. That is, until Clay got jealous-- then all rules regarding PDA were out of the window, and he'd flat out make out with you in front of the person trying to flirt with you. 

Alex Standall: You were much more into PDA than Alex. He's a more private guy, but you loved to show your relationship off, so you'd usually be the one to initiate PDA. Alex didn't mind when you did this, he'd always squeeze your hand when you grabbed his, or wrap his arms around you when you sat on his lap. He certainly would never deny you a kiss when you wanted one (which was always), but he the kisses were never too long or too intimate; he'd save those for the bedroom. 

Jeff Atkins: Jeff would love PDA because he loved to show you off. You two would never be seen together without some kind of PDA. Jeff loved kissing you in front of other people, and his arm stayed around your waist at all times. Even when you tagged along to his tutoring sessions with Clay, he'd keep a hand on your knee or your feet touching under the table. Clay would always make fun of him for his constant need to touch you, but he couldn't help it-- he loved you, and he wanted the entire world to know that you were his. 

 Zach Dempsey: Unexpectedly, Zach's PDA would be limited only to when he was drunk. He didn't want to be the stereotypical jock, who only thought about "getting some." So for this reason, Zach was very careful about PDA. He wasn't ashamed of you at all (the complete opposite, actually) so he'd steal an occasional kiss on the cheek or just holding you in the hallway for a minute between classes. But when he was drunk? A whole 'nother story. He'd be all over you when he was drunk-- kissing you constantly, pulling you into his lap, never ceasing to hold you in his arms. These moments were some of your favorites-- when he let his walls down, poured love onto you, and let the entire school know how much he cared about you. 

Justin Foley: Justin would love PDA. You two would get in trouble at school all too often for "excessive public display of affection," but honestly, neither of you cared. Justin hated being apart from you, so he'd always be sure to have an arm around your shoulders, his lips on yours, or at the very least, his hand resting on your knee. Sometimes he'd get a bit cheeky-- a hand resting a little too high on your thigh, maybe-- and that's when you'd get in trouble. But he didn't care, especially since the PDA helped ensure that no other guy in the school would even try to flirt with you, for fear of Justin finding out.

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[go-fandom-imagines]

Dating Jeff Atkins would include...

You know each other because you have some classes in common.

You're a friend of Clay and Jeff has heard him mention you, but never asked about you.

Sp basically, you're just aware of each other's existance but never interact.

A couple of months after school begins the jock's are throwing a Halloween party.

Your best friend basically begs you to dress up with her in like cute matching costumes and you don't want to dissapoint her so you agree to do it.

Once you show to the place, the guy in the front door asks for your ticket and you look at your friend like !!!

And you're friend is like 'you didn't buy the ticket?'

And you're like 'you never said anything about a ticket you bitch'

Of course Jeff, who is is casually walking round greeting everyone, happens to see the whole scene.

He feels bad you and decides to help you out of this awkward situation.

So he hands 5 dollars to the guy and tells him to let you in.

You thank him and try to pay him back but he's like ''Nah! Don't worry about it:)))''.

You both part ways but like 20 min later you have lost your friend and stumble across Clay and Jeff talking while you’re searching for her.

Clay offers to help you find her but you're like '’nah I'll text her later I think I’m gonna go home'' and Jeff can't help but intervine like ''going home? No way, you just got here, let's have fun!''

This boy keeps you company the rest of the night – he takes you to the horror tunel, the photobooth, the dance floor, etc.

That's how you meet and start to get to know each other.

When he asked you out after being friends for some time he wasn't afraid of rejection but of losing contact with you.

You have weekly movie dates at Crestmont (bc Clay gives you free popcorn).

He'll be really open with PDA, he won't force you to do anything but will enjoy it if you hold his hand or kiss his cheek.

He'll forget his clothes at your house on purpose because he loves it when you wear them.

''Baby, I left my baseball t-shirt at your house yesterday, feel free to wear it. I mean you don't have to but do it.''

He thinks about you 99% of the time. Like he'll be studying with Clay but in his head he's remembering how you two kissed in your date the day before.

He refers to you as ''his girl'' or ''his baby''.

He'll be really excited when you meet his parents because he adores you and wants you to be really close to his family.

Of course his parents are very welcoming and ask you to visit them frequently.

Jeff loves driving to your house after baseball practice and and spending the afternoon goofing around in your room.

Most of those times he ends up staying for dinner.

Moments where you lay cuddled and talk about meaningful deep stuff.

If you fall asleep next to him he'll pull you closer and caress your hair, kiss your forehead and smile.

He's the type to take you on outdoor fun dates such as hiking, car trips or the zoo.

He'll want to own something yours to carry it everywhere with him, so he can look at it when his day gets rough and feel like you're there with him.

He'll give you something his as well.

''If you're ever feeling down just look at this at remember that I'll always support you and be there for you.''

To me he seems the jealous type who prefers to act a bit laidback.

Although he can get really intimidating if some guy flirts with you in front of him (like you literally feel him tense up and you make an excuse to leave asap before he does something stupid.)

Cause this boy would do anything for you.

You guys are best friends, lovers and partners in crime.

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[anotherplaceintheuniverse]

You’re a Youtuber (13 Reasons Why Preference)

Description: What your videos would be like if you were had a youtube account with different characters from 13 Reasons Why

Request:none

Warning: none

A/N: So I’ve been watching tons of danandjon on youtube in the past 24 hours so this happened. None of the gifs are mine. The sources should be attached to them. :) Thank you for reading…also I am almost to 1k followers? How did that even happen?? I really appreciate y’all and if you like this type of thing more than what i normally do let me know because I want to make y’all happy. :)

Clay: You were pretty popular on youtube before you met Clay and you would vlog your dates every once in a while, but Clay is pretty shy so he would help you more the behind the scenes. You would always make him do challenges with you because you loved how much he laughed when you did them. And of course, you did the famous boyfriend tag after you had been together for a while.

Hannah: You had Hannah would vlog ALL the time. She would always catch you doing something stupid and then post it whether you liked it or not. You would get her back by sharing stories of silly things she did that day. Clay would often make an appearance, especially if you were doing your weekly movie review or just vlogging at the Crestmont.

Justin: You would always do sports videos and recaps of the Liberty High games with Justin with the occasional challenge video here and there. You’d always stream your boyfriend’s games so everyone would know how well he played.

Jessica: She would be more into it than you were at first. You'd start a joint account just to make her happy, but she would definitely convince you to be more involved. She'd also use you to do a few make tutorials for sure. 

 Zach: You and Zach would do every challenge in existence ever. He loved making you laugh and laughing at you as well. "Zach, oh my gosh! No!" or "What are you doing?" would always be heard from you when you were filming videos. 

Jeff: You and Jeff would make comedy videos every day. Everyone would want to be featured or involved because you both were so funny. No video was complete without a viewing party just the two of you after you edit it and before you post it.

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[riverdalee]

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

MASTERLIST (mobile and desktop) (you can like it and save it for later!)

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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13 Reasons Why Preference: Kissing

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Clay:

❤ At the start, Clay is a slightly nervous kisser, but as he gets more comfortable and realizes that when he’s doing is okay, he becomes slightly needy and excitable, like he wants more but doesn’t quite know how to get it. He can get worked up really easily, but can always come back down just by the right touch.

❤ Most of the time, he loves to have his hands of your face, but if he’s feeling a little risky he’ll hold you low on the waist and pull you to him. When his hands are on your face, he’ll run his knuckles gently along your cheekbones. He just loves the feeling you you under his skin, knowing that you’re right there.

❤ When he starts to get in the mood, his way of telling you is by keeping his mouth near your ear, occasionally pressing quick sprays of kisses along the side of your face, holding you to him with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

Hannah:

❤ Hannah’s kisses are hard and fast most of the time, followed by a devilish smile and a wink. She isn’t that confident but pretends to be, because she knows it draws you back in.

❤ When your alone, her kisses are just as deep and fast-paced, but much more passionate. She grasps both of your hands and holds them between you, occasionally swaying slightly, making you laugh with her little dances. She loves to laugh when kissing, she thinks it makes the whole thing more intimate.

❤ When you’re sleeping in the same bed, she kisses the tip of your nose. Even in your sleep it makes you smile, and she adores it.

Justin:

❤ Justin wastes no time with the kisses, he’s all over you the first moment he has the chance. His hands rest easily on your hips, occasionally running one hand through your hair or lightly along your arm. If he can make you shiver during a kiss, he’s satisfied.

❤ He’s a biter, for sure. His teeth tug at your bottom lip, your tongue, anywhere he can reach. Every so often he’ll pull away and make a face that conveys the message, ‘I know you like this’.

❤ He doesn’t really filter the difference between kissing in public and in private, which often leads to awkward situations as you two make out in plain sight.

Alex:

❤ During an average date, Alex’s kisses are short and soft but much more frequent, making up the difference. However, he likes to hold your hand close to his mouth over the table so he can kiss it at his leisure.

❤ Alone, his kisses are focused around your jawline. He draws a little map with his lips along your jaw, up your cheek, and circles your mouth before finally landing square on your lips.

❤ He’s a bit of a messy kisser when things get heated, but when he’s in control, his kisses are precise and direct, making you wait for his full mouth on yours until he’s sure he’s in control.

Jessica:

❤ Jessica is a seasoned kisser, and just when you think you know her kissing style, she’s trying something completely new- a new pace, a new spot, a new place to grab you. Despite her occasional changes, she has your preferences down to a science, and she kisses you sweetly in a way that pleases you in the way only time and practice bring.

❤ She tends to gasp a lot during a makeout session, but you know that’s just her way of asking for you to take control. Her hands rest on your shoulders and her lips move skilfully around yours, pulling you into a position of control.

❤ In public, her kisses are lingering- a moment’s brush across your cheek, a surprise second kiss on the lips as she heads off towards class, a wink thrown over her shoulder.

Zach:

❤ Zach doesn’t have quite as much experience as his friends, but his bravado and confidence quickly make up for it. His initiation of the kiss is slightly aloof, a bit stumbled, but once you start to respond, he finds a good rhythm.

❤ His one hand holds your hip, the other your face, his thumb rubbing tiny circles on your face. His lips will occasionally roam along the perimeter of your face, but always find their way back to your lips.

❤ When it comes to making out, Zach is very feisty. He is quick to initiate a tongue kiss, but doesn’t invade your mouth too much; he’s struck a good balance between lips and tongue. He also tends to moan into your mouth a lot.

Tony:

❤ Kissing Tony is like a fine art, slow, soft, and sweet, but also overflowing with passion and heat. The first few times, he asks permission to kiss you, and when you enthusiastically say yes, he slowly falls into position, pausing for a few seconds just before your lips touch to really build the suspense.

❤ His arms wrap snugly around your back in a tight embrace, leaning you backwards ever so slightly, making you grasp onto the lapels of his leather jacket for stability, though he’ll never let you fall.

❤ Making out isn’t much different; almost achingly slow, like you’re becoming one.

Jeff:

❤ Jeff knows what he wants and how to get it. His kisses are extremely long, so long you cant tell if you’re dizzy from excitement or lack of air. Jeff always laughs a little when you gasp as you pull away. “You can breathe through your nose, you know.” He teases lightly.

❤ He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, giving little rubs to the small of your back as he kisses you. His hands circle the lower half of your back in a loving mini-massage.

❤ He loves to kiss your shoulders, especially when they’re exposed. Doing this in public gives him a certain thrill, showing everyone that he of all people gets to kiss you wherever he wants, whenever her wants. 

❤ He’s a sucker for Eskimo kisses.

Sherri:

❤ Sherri leans deeply into kisses until you’re almost holding her up, her arms wrapped tightly around your neck. She treats every kiss as if it’s both the first and last, savoring the feeling of you pressed up against her, completely in tune with her.

❤ Her very favorite thing is when you both lean in for a kiss at the same time without asking. She feels like it means that you’re very in tune with each others intimate feelings, and every time it happens, she gets blushy and smiley for a few minutes.

❤ Her favorite place to make out is her car, she gets a slight rush knowing that anyone could potentially see you at any moment while also feeling safe as long as you’re there. Her lips flutter across your collarbones, smiling and sighing the whole way.

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13 REASONS WHY M A S T E R L I S T

BACK TO MAIN M A S T E R L I S T!

KEYS;

A = angst // F = fluff // S = smut // P = platonic

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Z A C H D E M P S E Y

Perfectly Oblivious  (A, F)

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M O N T Y D E L A C R U Z

Prolonged Weekend and Cuddles  (F)

Getaway B-Day B.J. (F, S)

I Need You (A, F, S)

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J E F F A T K I N S

Comfort and Moving Forward  (A, F)

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H E A D C A N O N S:

Dating Hannah Baker: (gender neutral reader)

Dating Jessica Davis: (gender neutral reader)

Dating Justin Foley: (gender neutral reader)

Dating Zach Dempsey: (gender neutral reader)

Dating Alex Standall: (gender neutral reader)

Dating Clay Jensen: (gender neutral reader)

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‘ you think we're going to turn you over to the law? oh, no, we're much more dangerous than that. ’     # N O T H I E F : a highly selective, mutually exclusive, and low activity writing blog for NATHAN FORD, as seen in the television series LEVERAGE ( 2008 - 2012 ). currently watching: season 4.

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This is it | Scott Reed

An end was always a new beginning. That gave you closure yet relief as you walked through the halls of Liberty, your bag holding the items that had filled your locker.

There was one of Liberty’s newspapers that you had lost in the bottom of it. Ryan was a great writer, he had the whole school hooked on his text, but this one was different. It was special.

It held the pained words of Hannah, of which he had stolen when she revealed the poem to him. He broke that trust, but he hadn’t been the only one...

The truth of the matter was that it wasn’t fair. She was no longer here, and yet the next year the lot of you would be looking at colleges, escaping the garden of Eden that the place had become.

Some already were. It was their time to leave, graduation was in a week. But yet you’d be stuck here, retaking your classes alongside Clay and Jess, as a few examples.

You’d have to wait another year until you left, but you hadn’t told anyone your results yet. In all fairness, there were multiple distractions that had caused your grades to tumble and faceplant the ground.

Hannah was the primary source for them all. It was in no way her fault, she was just telling her story and sharing out blame where it had been deserved, and that also fell on you.

Then, as a justification of that, the tapes had crazed Clay Jensen, making you walk on eggshells when you attempted to avoid him, But it had been inevitable. And then they had escaped to the public, falling into the cost of a court case.

When you exited the doors, you saw Scott leaning against his car, scrolling on his phone, oblivious to your little secret. If you avoided him, it would be clear that you were hiding something, so instead, you put on a fake smile and made your way over to him.

When he heard your footsteps, his head raised, and he pulled his keys from his pocket. He was showing you a white toothed smile, it was always so attractive and contagious, you couldn’t help but really smile after seeing it.

“Ready to go babe?” He leaned down and pecked your cheek, opening the door, yet still awaiting your answer.

“Yeah.” You wiggled under his arm with a laugh from the both of you, and he shut the door. He jogged around the front of the vehicle, getting in the driver’s side.

“I’m excited.” He told you, but just before he was about to start the ignition, you called his name, consuming all of his attention. “I can’t wait to go to college with my best girl. It’s daunting at the same time though, but we need to get away from this town.”

Just from the way he spoke showcased his excitement. He had been waiting all year for this day to come around, but it was impossible not to feel guilty for what you had done.

“Scott, I’m sorry.” It had been to irresistible not to rip open the paper, it had been mocking you from when it was sat on your bedside table. And now it was weighing your bag down, that small envelope.

“What have you got to be sorry for gorgeous?” He was worried, he hadn’t actually thought you had done something wrong. But you had.

“I know we said we’d open our letters together but... I already have.” You looked at the mat below your feet, scraping the souls of your shoes against it nervously.

“That’s okay, I get it. To be honest, I have to.” That made your stomach drop, from how he was talking, he must have already have gotten in too. He licked his lips, pursing them together whilst he awaited your response.

“I didn’t get in Scott.” You informed him, disappointed in yourself. How could you have been so dumb?

“Neither did I.” He mirrored your confession, grasping your hands. “So this is it, you and me. We retake, and then we can go and continue on with our lives outside of this shitty town.”

“I like the sound of that.” A part of you felt selfish. You were happy that he wouldn’t be away from you, but you still wished he had been accepted. Anyone would be an idiot to reject him.

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13 Reasons Why Preference: How They React To You Being Curvy

Clay ~ He's super awkward about it ~ Doesn't notice until you are being hard on yourself ~ Not the consoling type ~ But he tries really hard, I promise ~ "It's the size of your heart that matters, not the size of, uh, anything else." ~ Small compliments ~ Compliments in the form of body language and gestures ~ Tells you that you always look beautiful ~ Reassures you that your size doesn't matter ~ Growing journey for both of you

Alex ~ He's not really sure how he feels ~ ESPECIALLY after you were on the list ~ He loves your curves... A LOT ~ But ~ He just doesn't know how he feels ~ Comes around though (Don't worry) ~ Hands almost never leave you ~ Always makes sure you know how amazing you are and look no matter what ~ He grows a lot, finds out more about himself ~ Bedroom time is pretty fun ;)

Justin ~ Hard for him to swallow ~ Doesn't want to ruin his image ~ Eventually just stops giving a shit ~ Constantly reminds you that you're beautiful ~ Always makes sure you're happy ~ There for you on your worst days ~ He reassures you ~ Actually super loving ~ Does everything he can to hep you feel better about yourself ~ Hands always trailing your body

Monty ~ THIS BOY ;) ~ CANNOT keep his hands off of you ~ Loves every single inch of you ~ Hands never leave your body ~ ALWAYS reminds you how amazing you look ~ Loads of butt grabs ~ Hand is always on your hip ~ Boob grabs ~ LOTS of bedroom fun ;) ~ This boy cannot get enough of you

Jeff ~ This boy ~ ThIs BoY ~ Actually God sent ~ Does everything in his power to make sure you know you're beautiful no matter what ~ Loves your curves ~ Compliments you ALL THE TIME ~ Hands are always on you ~ Loves having his hands on your hips ~ Small gestures to remind you that your curves are amazing and he loves them ~ I need me a Jeff

Zach ~ Lowkey in love with your body ~ Super chill and act like he doesn't notice ~ But ~ He LOVES them ~ Super chill and small about public compliments ~ But man ~ Behind closed doors ~ His hands are ALL OVER YOU ~ Butt grabs ~ Boob grabs ~ Arms always on your hips ~ Bedroom time is always a fun time ;) ~ I want me a Zach

Tony ~ Loves your curves ~ But doesn't know how to comfort you ~ Usually just small gestures to make sure you know you're beautiful ~ Once he gets more comfortable, he's more verbal with reassuring compliments ~ Hands are always on you ~ In a loving way, of course ~ Kisses your problem areas ~ Literally loves your body

Tyler ~ The literal sweetest I swear ~ Doesn't notice (or care) until you're harsh on yourself ~ Immediately denying whatever nasty things you're saying about yourself ~ ALWAYS complimenting you ~ Reassuring you're beautiful with small gestures ~ Impromptu photo shoots ~ He loves you and your body ~ Doing everything he can to make sure you know that your curves make you beautiful ~ Please get me a Tyler

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