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“don’t stop.” a clapton davis fic ♡

one night when you’re studying, you feel your phone vibrating on your desk. confused, you pick it up and turn it over to see clapton davis’ name light up the screen. you groan and put your pencil down, then look at the time.

“10:36pm” your phone reads.

you knew clapton better than he knew himself. you were positive that the moment you answered this call, he was going ask you to see you.

you have already told him plenty of times that you couldn’t see him today because you had a big test tomorrow and you really needed to study.

despite your annoyance with him calling you while he knew you were studying, you answer the call. as expected, the moment you click the green button on your phone, clapton asks to hang out.

though, instead of you going over to his house, he asked to go to yours. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion as if he can see your face. clapton had never been over to your house due to your strict parents.

“clapton, you know my parents aren’t going to let you come over, let alone at—”

before you could even finish your sentence, clapton cuts you off, “pleaseeee i promise i’ll be so quiet, i just miss you. and i know how stressed you are about the test, so i want to be there for you.”

you roll your eyes at his pleas and sigh. you put your tongue against the side of your mouth and think for a moment, then close your notebook. you knew you wouldn’t get much studying done with clapton over, but you missed him as much as he missed you.

“fine,” you mumble, “but you have to be careful. if my parents wake up, you’re dead.”

clapton laughs loudly into his phone and promises he will be quiet and not make a single sound. knowing clapton, you were sure this would be a challenge for him. but you were grateful that he would try to keep quiet just to see you.

even though you knew clapton wouldn’t mind a mess, you look around your room to see what you can tidy up in the short amount of time that you have. you pick up all the scattered pieces of paper lying around your desk and do your best to organize it, then pick up the dirty clothes laying on the floor.

when you heard a knock on your window, you were pleasantly surprised to see clapton davis standing outside.

you pull the window open and before he can say anything, you ask, “how did you know this one was my window?”

“lucky guess.” he grins, handing you his skateboard.

you scoff at him and place his skateboard next to your desk, then help him inside.

clapton stumbles in through the window and looks around your room, mesmerized by every little thing you have. he loves the little accessories you had all over your room.

“nice room,” clapton smiles, “it fits you.”

you give him a toothy grin and grab the remote from your bedside table, turning on the first movie you see. clapton flops onto the bed in a starfish position, then looks up at you and smiles.

you laugh at his position and sit on the edge of the bed, contemplating if you should lay with your boyfriend or go back to studying.

you take one glance at clapton and decide he’s definitely the better option. you’ve already read over your notes hundreds of times, you should be fine, you thought to yourself.

“take off your shoes, clapton! i just washed these sheets.” you exclaim, pulling his legs off the bed. he groans and kicks them off quickly, leaving them on the floor next to your bed

“oh, look, i got you something,” clapton says, pulling himself up to lay against the headboard. he reaches in his right pocket and pulls out a mixtape.

your eyes widen at his gift and you grab the mixtape from him, then look at the back.

on the back of it, he taped a piece of paper written with all of your favorite songs.

you smile widely at him and pull him into a hug, embracing him for way longer than you should have.

he smells nice, you think as you tuck your head into his neck.

you pull away and put the mixtape on your nightstand, then turn back to him and open your arms. he takes that as a sign to cuddle into you, and lays his head on your chest.

you take off his hat and discard it somewhere on the bed, then begin to run your fingers through his hair.

you both stay like that for a while, enjoying each others company. you were watching whatever movie was playing while stroking claptons hair, until you hear soft snores coming from him. you smile and look down, seeing the way that the soft glow from the tv beautifully outlines his features. his sunkissed cheeks are scattered with soft freckles that dance across them. the corners of lips formed into a slight pout, and you couldn’t help staring at them.

he looks so peaceful like this, so beautiful. you wished you could stay with him like this forever, but you knew you had to wake him up eventually. you look back up at the tv, the soft sound of his snores in the background.

after a few more minutes of laying like that, clapton starts to stir in his sleep. worried that he’s having a nightmare, you gently try to shake him awake. when you hear your name fall from his lips though, you realize it wasn’t a nightmare.

clapton moves his lower body to where his bulge is sitting against your leg, and your eyes widen when you feel it.

clapton whines loudly against your chest, and you’re quick to grab the remote and turn the tv up, drowning out any future noise that comes from him.

you aren’t afraid to admit how turned on you were, knowing that clapton was dreaming about you. you wondered what he was dreaming about, what his mind’s fantasies held.

clapton jerks his hips up once and moans at the impact of your leg meeting his dick, and you quickly cover his mouth. even though you didn’t want to wake him, you knew his sounds would only get louder as the dream went on.

you gently shook him awake, and his eyes flutter open to meet yours. in his sleepy daze, he closes his eyes back again and sinks into your touch, then you feel him tense up.

claptons eyes widen and he moves off of you, quick to cover his uncomfortably obvious hard-on with his hands. you smile at him and ask, “what’s wrong, clapton?”

clapton’s sunkissed cheeks go pink at the question, the embarrassment of the situation sinking in.

“i’m so sorry.” clapton mumbles under his breath, avoiding your gaze.

“for what?” you question, acting completely oblivious. you grab clapton’s hands and remove them from his lap, and gasp when you see the dark stain on his shorts.

“did you cum?” you ask, touching the wet spot softly.

clapton hisses through gritted teeth and sighs shakily, “no.. um, not yet.”

you smirk at him and for once since he woke up, he makes eye contact with you.

“i can help you.” you say, letting your palm rest against his aching cock through his pants.

clapton almost chokes on air when you said that.

“what?” he says, like a deer in headlights. you can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips.

“let me help you, clapton.” you palm his dick through his shorts and he has to suppress a whine.

“what about your parents?” he manages to get out, through breathy moans.

“shhh,” you shush him, “don’t think about them. think about me.”

clapton relaxes into your touch and allows you to pull his cock out of his shorts and underwear, gasping when the cool air hits it.

the light from the tv shows the precum leaking and dripping down the side of his dick, and you smear it around with your thumb.

“you’re so hard for me.” you whisper, your thumb playing with the slit.

clapton lets out a “mhm” and lays back against your pillows, watching as your thumb plays with his tip. you grip the head of his dick softly, seeing how he would react.

clapton bites his bottom lip between his teeth to try to silence any moans before they leave his lips. he doesn’t do a good job though, and a breathy moan escapes when you start running your hand up and down his length.

“you’re going to have to be quiet if you want me to continue, baby.” you mutter.

“you know i can’t be quiet..” he starts, but when you remove your hand, he continues, “but i’ll try, i promise. please just.. don’t stop.”

you get off the bed and he looks at you with confusion, but when he sees you pick up the mixtape, he realizes what you’re doing.

“you think the tv and mixtape are enough to drown out your moans?” you question with a smile. his tan face goes red at your question, and he gulps.

“uh.. i think so?”

you hit shuffle on the cassette player and go back over to the bed, hoping the music is enough to silence his sounds.

you go back to where you were and grab his dick again, tighter than before.

claptons eyes go back into his skull before he squeezes them tightly, but you grab his chin between your pointer finger and thumb.

“no, look at me while i ruin you.” you say, mesmerized by his disheveled appearance.

you feel clapton’s cock twitch in your hand, and you smirk at him when you realize.

“oh?” you question, moving your hand up and down his length slowly. “does my voice turn you on?”

clapton’s cock twitches again in your hand, and you beam at him when you learn this new discovery.

clapton’s face flusters and he covers his eyes with his arm and groans. you think it’s so cute how flustered he gets, but you wanted to look at him. you take clapton’s arm away from his face and intertwine his fingers with yours, holding them tightly.

“you look so good right now, baby.” you whisper, leaning in closer to his face. clapton moans when you start to quicken your pace, and you capture his lips with yours.

you use his moans as an opportunity to leave open mouthed kisses on his lips, slowly letting your tongue inside.

you were sure to swallow every little sound he made, and he was so grateful that he didn’t have to force any sounds down. he embraces you as you deepen the kiss, using his free hand to hold your face.

his calloused hand held your face tenderly as warmth radiated from his touch. his thumb caressed your cheek softly as his moans only got louder.

clapton removes his hand from your grasp and brings it down to his lap, placing his hand on top of the hand stroking his dick. he grips your hand tightly and starts to speed up your movements, lightly fucking up into your hand.

“faster.” clapton begs against your lips, and you break the kiss. a string of saliva connects the both of you, and you smile as you pull away.

even in his horny state, clapton still manages to cock an eyebrow as he sees you slide down on the bed. when he realizes what you’re doing, though, he has to use his hand to muffle the groan that threatens to fall from his puffy lips.

you look up at clapton through hooded eyes and take in how beautiful he looks. his long hair is sticking to his forehead as his chest rises and falls quickly. his veiny hand that covers his mouth looks so attractive and you wonder how his fingers would feel inside of you.

no, not tonight.

tonight was about clapton.

you bring your lips to the tip of clapton’s dick, it barely touching your mouth. you give a few kitten licks to the head and look back up, seeing clapton’s eyes roll back into his skull.

“you’re so sensitive,” you grin, seeing the tears that sit at the brink of his eyelids.

you swirl your tongue around the tip and savor the taste, cleaning up the precum that leaks from it.

you slowly wrap your lips around the head and clapton’s back arches against the mattress. you knew he wasn’t going to last long, considering how close he already was. but you wanted to make sure he enjoyed every second of it.

you flatten your tongue under his cock and begin moving your head up and down his length, only going about halfway. for what you couldn’t reach, you use your hand. clapton’s hands went to your hair, not pushing or pulling, just something to hold on to.

clapton couldn’t believe what you were doing to him. your mouth felt so good on his dick, and the warmth of your tight mouth had him drooling. the way your cheeks were sucked in so perfectly to fit his cock, how well you were taking him. clapton’s mind was filled with nothing but you, you, you as he tried to fight the urge to cum. even though it felt amazing, he didn’t want it to end.

you push your head as far down as you can go without gagging, surprising yourself with how far you could go. clapton didn’t seem to mind though, as he was practically on a different world.

“feels so— so fucking good,” clapton moans, not even bothering to try to hide his sounds anymore. i mean, your tv and your mixtape were playing, so he was sure they were drowning out his sounds, right?

“so perfect. please.. don’t stop.”

you moan around his cock at the praise and begin to speed up your pace. you look up at clapton and see tears spill from his eyes, staining his pink cheeks. you thought he looked so pretty like this, barely being able to hold himself together while you used your mouth to bring him to his release.

“gonna cum.. ‘m gonna cum!” clapton choked up, pushing his dick into your mouth. you let him have full control, using you to get himself off. he put his hands on the sides of your head and moves your head up and down quickly, chasing his own orgasm.

after a few more thrusts, clapton is cumming into your mouth with a whine. his orgasm hits him like a wave as he spasms underneath you, continuously bucking his hips as he comes down from his high.

a few breathy “thank you”s leave his lips while he squirms, letting your mouth fill with his cum. you swallow every drop of him, using your thumb to clean up the sides of your mouth.

clapton goes limp against the bed as he comes back to reality, still seeing stars from the previous orgasm. you tuck clapton into his shorts and crawl up beside him, laying down with him.

“you did so good, baby. so, so good.” you whisper, playing with his hair as he drifts off once more. clapton won’t stop thanking you as he snuggled up into you again, maybe he could sleep for just a little bit.

#josh hutcherson #clapton davis #detention #detention 2011 #clapton davis x reader #mike schmidt #joshhutchersonsgf #josh hutcherson smut #clapton davis smut #mike schmidt smut

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santacarlahorrorshow · 5 months

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Josh Hutcherson as Clapton Davis in Detention (2011)

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thepowerofswayze · 5 months

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Surprise Visit

also on ao3

pairing: clapton davis (2011) / reader [gender not specified]

word count: 555 (angel number now you have to read)

warnings & info: straddling, kissing, truly just fluff

summary: your boyfriend pops in one night to see you

note: v short and sweet :p one day, i will write an adequate length, smutty ass clapton fic. but today isn't that day.

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Clapton wished that he’d grabbed a hoodie on his way out.

He was standing outside of your house on a 50 degree night with only a tank top and a pair of basketball shorts to protect him from the cold. The chill wasn’t so bad on his arms, but his ears were starting to hurt and his eyes stung everytime the wind blew.

He reached up and knocked on the window in front of him, waiting for you to come see who was there. A shivering minute passed before he realized he hadn’t even checked to make sure you were home. Just as he reached for his phone, the window slid up.

“You’re kidding me.”

Your boyfriend had a habit of appearing at your window. It was partially your fault, as you had told him numerous times he could show up whenever, but he usually shot you a text first. Not that you minded much. You’d just been wasting time sprawled out on your desk chair, texting a friend about one thing or another, a cd playing in the background. You’d been moments away from asking him to come over yourself.

Clapton was already halfway in the room by the time you’d spoken, tumbling onto the floor, landing on his ass. He sat there, looking up at you with a dopey grin as you closed the window and shook your head at him. “It’s only nine,” he started, holding out a hand as you rolled your eyes. “You weren’t even in bed yet.”

You took his hand, hoisting him up. “Jesus, Clapton, you’re freezing. Did you walk all the way?”

A shrug. “It’s just a couple blocks.”

“In a tank top? You’re insane. Certifiable, even.” You were rubbing your thumb along the back of his hand, like that’d warm him up. It was sweet enough to make his stomach flip- though almost everything you did made him feel that way.

Clapton huffed a laugh, dropping onto your bed and tilting his head, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. “You’re right, I’m so cold.” He threw in an exaggerated shiver, even as he felt the heat of your room bringing him back to a normal temperature. “Why don’t you come warm me up?”

You groaned, bringing a hand to cover your face, but he could see the grin pulling at your lips. He pulled you closer by your belt loops so you stood between his legs and spent a second taking you in- the way your lips curled up as you looked down at him, the sparkle of your eyes as your hands fell away, opting instead to clasp behind his neck.

“Well,” you began, biting your bottom lip, surveying him. Your eyes glanced towards your bedroom door- locked. Your parents were asleep by now anyway. “I can’t very well let you freeze, can I?” A muffled ‘Mm-mm’ was all the response you got, as Clapton was too busy pressing kisses to your stomach through your shirt. When you hummed and climbed onto his lap, straddling him, he knew he’d won. He looked up at you with those big brown eyes, and you scoffed as you cupped his face in both hands. “You’re unbelievable.”

He answered with a blinding smile. “You love me,” he said, and you shut him up with your lips on his.

#clapton davis x reader #clapton davis x you #clapton davis #ao3 #my writing #clapton davis imagine #jhutch #josh hutcherson #zee writes #mike schmidt x reader #josh futturman x reader #detention

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leossmoonn · 5 months

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hmm what about clapton x reader where they sneak clapton over?? sumt?? 😋😋

warnings / includes - reader is fem. clapton is in love w you. oral f receiving, masturbation, brief handjob, piv. fwb relationship. not edited

18+ under the cut

clapton stumbles through your window sill, falling onto the floor and hitting your desk.

“shut up!” you hiss. “are you at all concerned if I’m okay?” he asks.

“of course i am, but you’re the one who texted me,” you say as you helped him up. you shut your window, rushing to your door and checking if your parents are still in their rooms are not.

“we’re clear?” he asks. “yep.” you nod.

you spin around and grab his shirt in one fluid movement. his moan his muffled by your mouth as you french kiss him. you lead him to your bed, laying down on it and scooting yourself up until your back hits your pillows. your hand stays on his neck in an attempt to keep his lips moving with yours.

“you… look… really… pretty tonight,” he manages to say after every kiss. you can’t help but smile into the kiss. you respond by pulling your tank top over your head, revealing your pink lacy bra that you bought specifically for him. his eyes widen as he marvels at you. every hook up, he has to take a second to admire you.

you first felt a little shy, hoping that he wasn’t staring at you because there was something wrong with you. but you quickly learned it was because everything about you was right.

his hands slide up your sides and to your back, unhooking your bra. you let him take it off of you and toss it to the side. he wastes no time in getting handsy with your boobs. he attaches his lips to yours for a short time, starting to kiss down the side of your face and down your neck. he flicks his tongue against a hardened nipple, rolling the other between his fingers. you let out a content sigh, weaving your fingers into his brown locks.

“you’re so beautiful,” he mutters against your skin. your whole body feels ten times warmer after his comment. he licks down the valley of your beasts, kissing all along your stomach, reaching your shorts. your heart begins to race as he hooks his fingers under the waistband, pulling them down oh-so-slowly. he looks up at you with his innocent fuck-me eyes, making you feel all warm and gooey on the inside.

he keeps his eyes locked with yours as he places a kiss on your lower stomach, right above where your panties sit. he looks down at your choice of underwear tonight, smiling widely as he sees hearts all over it with a little bow in the middle.

“how cute,” he remarks. “i know you like when i wear this type of stuff,” you say.

“i like anything you wear,” he says. his sweet-talk has an embarassing effect on you. he’s not even saying anything special, but it’s more than what any other guy has done.

he kisses your cunt through your underwear, feeling the dampness. you let out a deep breath that you were holding when you feel his fingers push your underwear aside. you watch as his pupils fill up his entire eye when he looks down at you. you let out a soft moan as he pushes two fingers in. your walls gush around him, making clapton groan himself. he will never get enough of how wet and ready you always are for him.

he lowers his head to your cunt. you grip the sheets in anticipation as he finds your clit, his tongue flicking it ever-so-gently. your body jolts at the sensation and you plead with him to give you more.

he can’t not comply with you. he loves pleasing you, tasting you, feeling you squirm under him. he can’t get enough.

his tongue laps over your clit, his fingers pumping inside of you. you can’t help but squeeze your legs around his head. you’ve always been worried you’d pop his head like a watermelon, but he’s always assured you not to worry about it. the first time he ate you out, you restrained yourself, but he said, “i’d love to die from suffocation because of you”. you thought it was kidding, but since sleeping with him, you’re sure he was serious.

“clapton,” you whine, bucking your hips up to his mouth, grinding against his tongue. “just like that,” you breathe out. “don’t stop!”

your moan egg him on. he groans against your cunt, beginning to grind himself against your mattress. he can’t help it. he’s been painfully hard since stepping into your room. it got worse when you first kissed him, and it was basically over when you took your shirt off.

you feel the move bed, looking down and catching his hips grinding against the bed.

“fuck,” you mutter. butterflies shoot down your tummy and you can feel a heartbeat in between your legs. you clench around his fingers, feeling a pressure weight down your lower stomach.

“clapton, i’m close,” you cry out. you grip his fingers grip his hair harder, but you’re careful not to hurt him. your legs loosen around his head and fall limp onto the bed. clapton’s still licking your clit, making you squirm underneath him. “mmm, stop, stop, stop,” you pant, having to push him away.

he looks up, chin glistening with your juices. he gives you a crooked smile as you let yourself calm down.

“did you…?” you ask. “not yet,” he blushes.

you sit up onto your knees, fisting his shirt and pulling him close to you. you can smell yourself on him.

“i bet you really want me, huh?” you ask. “want me to make you feel good? wanna come inside of me?”

he nods enthusiastically in response. you brush your lips against his. he moves in to kiss you, but you pull back, giving him a coy grin.

one of your hands stays on his chest while the other one traces down to his pants, palming him. his eyes flutter as you give him a little squeeze. he lets out a shaky breath.

“please,” he whines. “please what?” you ask, looking at him through your lashes.

“let me fuck you,” he whispers. he’s looking at you with those big beautiful brown eyes that you can’t say no to.

you take his shirt off, helping him with his belt and pants. you grab one of the condoms that are under your bed, handing it to him. once he slips it on, you put some lube around his dick, giving him a playful squeeze before laying down.

you both gasp as he first slips inside of you. his eyes squeeze shut and he grips the pillow under your head.

“mmm, clapton,” you hum, loving how his girth stretches your walls. as he thrusts inside of you, he hits that spot perfectly that makes your toes curl. after a few seconds, he starts to pump faster.

“be careful,” you breathe out as you start to hear your bed springs squeak. he nods in compliance, trying his hardest to keep a steady rhythm without outing you two. one of his hand wrapping under your thigh and lifting it up, allowing for a slight angle change so he can fuck you deeper.

one of your arms wrap around his neck, bringing his body closer to yours. his free hand grabs yours, holding it down to the mattress. your heart flutters as he interlocks his fingers with yours.

“you feel so good,” he whimpers into your ear. your heart skips and you arch your back. your nails dig into his back as you feel another orgasm building up. “clapton, don’t stop,” you moan. your eyes flutter to the back of your head as you focus on how good it feels to have him fill you up. how addicting it is to hear him moan and whimper your name over and over again.

he looks down, watching him enter and leave you. “fuck,” he mumbles, not being able to hold off anymore. “��m gonna come,” he warns you.

“me, too,” you moan, throwing your head back as you reach your high.

“i think i’m in lo— fuck. you’re so prefect,” he groans.

you slap a hand over his mouth and he does the same to you. whines and moans leave your throats as he gradually slows down.

your nails detach from his skin and you sink into the mattress. he gently rests on top of you. you can feel his heartbeat against yours, both of yours racing in unison.

he gets off of you, taking off the condom and throwing it away.

you look up at your ceiling as you recant what he almost said to you a few moments ago.

he starts to get dressed, putting on his boxers. he looks over to you, surprised you’re not up like usual.

“you okay?” he asks. you turn your head to him and smile. “why don’t you stay the night,” you suggest.”

his eyes widen. “what? really?” he wants to pinch himself in case this isn’t real. you sit up and grab his hand, pulling him into you and kissing him. even though kissing you feels like a dream, he knows it’s real.

“yeah,” you say against his lips. “you probably will have to leave before my parents go to work, but i can set an alarm.”

“okay,” he nods. “that works.”

you giggle at his willingness. you use the bathroom as quickly and quietly as you can, double checking that your parents are still asleep. thankfully, they are. you change into some pjs, slipping under the covers with clapton.

“are you thirsty? i can sneak downstairs and get you some water. or a snack,” he says.

“i’m okay,” you smile. you turn off your lamp, giving his lips a sweet peck. you lay your head on his chest and he wraps an arm around you, not believing you invited him to stay. he can’t believe he’s cuddling with you. he can’t believe he’s going to fall asleep sleep with you.

“goodnight clapton. i’ll wake you up soon,” you yawn.

“goodnight,” he says, looking down at you and smiling.

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theclassymike · 8 months

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Josh Hutcherson via instagram stories.

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myussytastelikeapple · 5 months

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I just got this little thought about this picture..

-Imagine- Clapton sneaked into your bedroom while your parent were at a party, then it ends up with you and him in the bathroom fucking facing the mirror, (standing)

all of a sudden he puts his arm around you neck choking you but not at the same time, you hook your arms on his, his other hand rubbing your clit (he knows his hands/arms turn you on) Making you both cum instantly

Just a little thought☺️

A/n: Should I make a story about this?

#josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #clapton davis #detention #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #sean anderson

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freak-accident419 · 1 month

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The Unlikely Postulate of Clapton’s Love Life

Clapton Davis x GN!Reader Headcanons

Content: a little bit of fluff, mentions of virginity, mentions of underage drug use, that’s pretty much it :)

(A/n: Just like in the movie, I made a chapter title card as if you and Clapton’s relationship were inserted. I was really in love with the names such as ‘The Terrible Ultimatum of Clapton Davis’, ‘The Lonely Ballad of Billy Nolan,’ etc. so I came up with one as if these headcanons were scenes in the movie.)

You knew Clapton since Freshman year. You knew of him, at least, and you didn’t actually have a conversation with him until junior year. It all started when he asked you for a pen.

You weren’t too popular like him. But you were sort of the sweetheart of the school. Nobody would talk about you as much as they did Clapton, but when you were brought up, only good things were said about you.

A few small things had progressed your friendship with Clapton. First, it was the pen thing. Then you two were teamed up for a science project. This showed him how smart you were, so he began to rely on you. You were also charming and he began to become infatuated with you, so he asked you for homework help a lot of the time. You went on ‘dates’ and things, like how he skated you home, went on a movie date with you, went bowling together, until you two were official partners.

You two were both in Spanish classes. You were passing and he was failing, so you had to tutor him a whole lot. He came up to you one day with a giddy smile and said ‘Tu es mucho bonito.’ It wasn’t completely correct, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

He burned a CD for you consisting of all of your favorite songs.

Sometimes he appeared in your front yard at midnight for a late night skate. Other times he appeared, he went to your window and you two just made out.

You made out a lot. And you probably lost your virginity to him.

You two got high sometimes. One time you had a very long, weed-driven conversation about who the ‘real’ karate kid was: Ralph Macchio or Billy Zabka. He said it was obviously Macchio, but you liked to argue for Billy. In retrospect, you weren’t sure why.

You two are basically each other’s best friends. It took a while for the school to realize you were dating.

As attractive and charming as Clapton was, nobody really expected him to be in a relationship. He seemed like one of those cool chill guys who wouldn’t involve himself in one. That’s why everyone was so surprised to know that he was in a relationship, let alone with you—it was highly unlikely. Everyone in the school thought you were the power couple, though. Everyone talked and gossiped about your new relationship with him a lot.

You both didn’t like the idea of extravagant prom-posals. Plus, it was sort of a mutual understanding, you two knew you wanted to go together.

He loves holding your hand. Whether he’s walking you to your class or home, he cannot go without holding your hand.

He tried to teach you how to skateboard once because you asked him. You fell. It was terrible. But he patched you up and blamed himself for not teaching you or protecting you properly.

He loves sharing his music with you. Sharing earbuds and everything. When he found out that your go-to slow dance song was “Fields of Gold” by Sting, he instantly knew you were his soulmate.

Sometimes when you two cuddle, you talk about your future together. You hope to stay together long enough to get married. Then you think about articulate things like where to live, what kind of house, pets, etc.

He always said ‘Clapton don’t dance’ but that was a lie. He’d never hesitate to slow dance with you.

You made each other friendship bracelets. He never wants to take it off.

Riley was very supportive of your relationship. As Clapton’s best friend, she was glad that he found someone as amazing as you.

He loves whenever you play with his hair. You do it a lot.

Sometimes you’d ditch school to hang out at a 7-11 or smoke pot. It didn’t matter what you did, as long as he hung out with you. He enjoyed quality time.

One time, before you two were dating, you two ditched school because Clapton wanted to show you a trick he learned on the skateboard to impress you. Clearly he wasn’t ready because he fell, suffering a terrible injury. But there was something so dorkishly charming about that moment, that that was probably the first time you realized you liked him more than a friend.

The first time he said ‘I love you’ was by mistake. You two were both very high. He genuinely meant it, however. And so, the very next day, he properly confessed. And you expressed your reciprocation.

This was my first set of headcanons I’ve written, so I hope you enjoyed it! I hope I did this prompt justice :’) I was so proud of the title that I was too eager to wait until I got a solid fic idea, so I just decided to write headcanons :) thanks for reading!

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