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Clay receives a text from Tony...

Got an anonymous ask to create a fic where Clay gets a dirty text from Tony that makes him flustered, so here you go.

It was another boring day at Liberty High.

Clay was in history class zoning out, thinking about the previous night with Tony. Him and Tony had been seeing each other as more than friends for quite some time but they finally made it official. After making it official they decided to seal the deal if you know what I mean…

As if Tony knew Clay was thinking about him at that exact moment, he received a text from man himself.

T: I can’t stop thinking about last night

Clay blushed.

C: You shouldn’t be texting me right now

Clay was playing it cool over text but in reality he just wanted to scream out ‘I’m in love with Tony Padilla!!!’

T: Haha. You’re such a goody two shoes

C: I am not!

C: Okay maybe I am sometimes. I just don’t want you to get in trouble.

T: Trust me I wont. I know how to make you slick

T: I meant how to BE slick

Clay promptly looked up from his phone and scanned the room to make sure no one was watching. 

He started blushing profusely and had to bite his lip to stop the huge grin that was making it’s way onto his face.

Clay knew Tony didn’t really mess up his words. He meant to say that. And he purposefully used that word.

C: I can’t believe you just said that

T: Said what, mi amor?

C: You know what!

C: I almost made an embarrassing sound in class

T: I love the sounds you make

Clay clenched his legs together and squirmed in his seat.

C: Tony…

T: me encanta estar dentro de ti y ver que cum

Clay had no idea what that meant so he went to Google real quick to look up the words. When he found the meaning he almost spontaneously combusted.

Clay needed to get out of the classroom immediately.

“Mr. McCoy, can I go to the bathroom please?”

“Yes, but take this pass with you.”

Clay jumped out of his seat a little too fast and grabbed the pass. He swiftly walked to the boys restroom and sighed when he seen no one else in there.

A few seconds later, he heard the door open and to his surprise, Tony walked in.

“Hey, you okay?”

Clay couldn’t believe Tony was making him hot and bothered at school and then had the nerve to strut in here looking sexy as hell, asking if he was okay like he didn’t know.

“No, I’m not, Tony. I’m horny as fuck, thanks to you.”

Tony laughed. “I take it you looked up what that last text message meant.”

“Yeah, of course I did.”

Clay continued to watch Tony laugh and something just overtook him in a way it never had before.

He locked the bathroom door and forced Tony in the biggest stall.

“Clay, what are yo-” before Tony could finish, Clay had his mouth on Tony’s in a desperate, hard kiss.

Clay moaned when Tony inserted his tongue and began to take control. Just the way Clay liked it.

“Fuck, Tony. I want you so bad.” Clay breathed.

“I know, I want you too. But not right now, not here.”

Clay pulled back to examine Tony’s face. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

Clay deeply sighed. “Fine.”

“But in the mean time…”

Tony started to unbuckle Clay’s pants.

“Tony, what are you doing?”

Tony smirked. “You’ll see.”

Before Clay could process what was going on, Tony had his mouth on Clay.

“Holy shit,” Clay gasped. “That feels so good.”

Tony didn’t respond, seeing as how he was preoccupied.

Clay grabbed a chunk of Tony’s hair to hold him in place. The funny thing was that if anyone else ever messed up Tony’s hair they would get their ass beat. But because of circumstances and the fact that it was Clay, Tony didn’t mind.

“I’m about to ahhhhh.” 

Tony came back up and wiped the corners of his mouth and took some toilet paper to clean up Clay and himself.

Clay kissed Tony and could taste himself but at that moment he didn’t care.

“Thank you.” he whispered.

Tony chuckled. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“I promise I’ll return the favor later.” 

“I’m looking forward to it.”



“How am I going to explain being gone to the bathroom for this long?”

Tony shrugged. “Just tell your teacher you got diarrhea.”

Clay rolled his eyes. “Unhelpful yoda.”

Spanish translations: 

Mi Amor = My love

me encanta estar dentro de ti y ver que cum = I love to be inside you and watch you cum 

Strip Tutoring // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : please do a jeff atkins imagine but please dont let him die there iM BEGGIN U

This imagine doesn’t mention his death or the party or anything! Just a regular ‘dating Jeff Atkins’ imagine. Lol

Requests are closed. xx

Warnings : not really smut but… stripping ?…. cheeky!Jeff

Pairings : Jeff x Fem.Reader

Originally posted by jeffreysatkins

Originally posted by ardevaas88

Walking into the library, my eyes scanned over everyone’s faces until I saw my boyfriend sitting with Clay. He looked irritated and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a seat at the table, Jeff’s eyes lit up.

“Hey babe.” He smiled. 

I grinned, “How’s he doing, Clay?”

“Depends. Did Abraham Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Clay responded smartly. 

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clay drinkware by michelleluupottery

  • speckled ceramic blush stripe cup
  • nightfall black ceramic stoneware mugs

i couldn’t decide which of these michelleluupottery pieces to feature … so you get ‘em both!! the speckled clay looks awesome with the colorful glaze stripes in the top cup, and i dig the varied designs of the black-and-white stormy mugs in the bottom photo.

Hard To Tell - Jeff Atkins/Reader

chapter 1: dynamics

word count: 807

chapter 1 (you’re here!) - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6

Scanning the questions on the paper you were holding, you couldn’t decipher them. You were relatively smart, being in advanced classes, but some homework questions you got were challenging. The group you hung out with wouldn’t be able to figure out this.

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So, we all know how much Tony loves to do things “the old way”: his car is old-school, he loves listening to tapes, he dresses like he just came out of an 80s movie… 

Now picture this: when Tony starts dating Clay he plans dates like going to old dinners and going bowling, he imitates movies like The Breakfast Club and Sixteen Candles just to make Clay blush and stutter.

But Tony’s absolute favorite classic thing to do is write Clay love letters. He doesn’t text Clay cute things, or write sappy little messages on post it notes, no. He writes 5-paged letters to Clay in which he pours out his heart and talks about how lucky he feels and how much he dreams of the future. He always starts the letter with “My dearest Clay” (or once “Dear love of my life” on their anniversary) and ends them with “Forever yours”. 

Clay never knows when the letters are coming because they don’t follow a pattern. They don’t just happen on special occasions or on bad days. Sometimes Tony hands one to him when he picks him up to drive him to school, other times he gets home and his mom hands him one because Tony has actually sent it through the postal service… Clay cherishes every single one and keeps them in a shoebox under his bed.

And the letters keep coming when they have to do the whole long distance thing through college for four years and Clay just absolutely loves it.

Steamy Showers / Clay Jensen smut imagine

Steamy Showers

Clay Jensen x reader

Request: clay jensen smut where you’ve been teasing him all day at school w little touches and whispers that when you two are home later he can’t take it anymore.

A/N: First smut I’ve ever written so I hope it’s good! Decided to change locations a little bit, but it’s still the same idea J. Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Oops, this got longer than expected… oh well.)

Warnings: smut, swearing

Word count: 1410

It was a few weeks after you and Clay had your first time together. It went pretty well but it had hurt a little for you. Clay felt so bad about hurting you that you hadn’t had sex again. But you were determined to change that. You had longed for Clay to have sex with you again, but you were too afraid to initiate it or ask for it.

Today was your weekly jog session together and you picked out a sexy sports outfit; short pink shorts, a pink sports bra and a see-through white top. You had it hanging in your closet for some time and you were too shy to actually wear it. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

You heard the doorbell ring and knew it was Clay. You quickly put your hair into a messy bun and ran downstairs to open the door.

“Hey, babe, ready to go?” Clay asked as he was checking his watch. He lifted his head to look at you and his mouth fell open a bit.

“I’m ready,” you smiled happily and closed the door behind you. “Shall we?”

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Originally posted by sethkates

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Clay had an intention to finish their project. Would they be successful on doing it?

Words: 1.270

A/N: I am so overwhelmed for the feedbacks I am receiving for my previous imagines with Clay and I would like to thank you for the support.
I love you as much as I love this cinnamon roll and I am so inspired to write 13 reasons why imagines.
Thank you for everything guys and I love you all.

P.S.: My requests for 13 reasons why are OPEN!

- G. x

Warning: (Y/E/C) is Your Eye Colour.

It has been a long and tiring day at school and to top it, you still had some projects to finish with your project buddy and best friend, Clay Jensen.

“Are you tired?” Clay worriedly asked you after he saw you yawning for the hundredth time now. “We can do it some other day, if you want. The due of the project is two weeks from now.”

“No,” You smiled at him as he was so caring and thoughtful. “it’s fine, Clay.”

“Are you sure?” He assured as he parked your bike beside his.

“I am sure, Clay!” You playfully slapped him with your black binders and you rolled your eyes as he was starting to annoy you.

“Alright, alright.” He huffed as he gave up on reassuring you. He then looked at you, pretending to be annoyed because of your actions. “Fine then.”

“Finally,” You were relieved when you both headed to his house’s doorstep. “thank God.”

“What? Finally, we are home or finally, I stopped annoying you?” He raised an eyebrow as he opened the door with his keys.

“Both!” You honestly answered and you both entered the Jensen’s home laughing and guffawing, as if something was really funny about it.

“It seems like you are both happy.” You heard a sweet voice coming from the living room.

“At least, you are honest.” He winked at you but quickly turned his head to the living room as he saw his Mum staring at him. “Oh mum, don’t you have any work for today?”

“I wanted to bring these stuffs at home.” She waved some papers that were in her hands and you noticed Clay shaking his head. You then carefully looked around the house. It was clean and perfectly in order. “(Y/N)?”

“Oh, yup!” Clay smiled a little bit and he pulled you to enter the living room with him. You hated him at that moment since you were somehow shy, of course, but you quickly felt comfortable and at home when you saw his mother smiling.

“Lainie!” You smiled at her and she smiled back at you. You met Clay’s mother during the parents’ meeting at your school. “How are you?”

“I’m stressed for works and for my rebellious son right here.” She pointed at the messy piles of papers on her desk and then at Clay. You just laughed as you saw Clay pouting.

“I can imagine.” You nodded, agreeing for what she has just said. “Clay’s been stressing me too.”

“What?!” Clay looked at you and he pretended to be offended for what you have just confessed. His mum laughed and you flashed him an apologetic smile as he rolled his eyes in response.

“Mum, we’re finishing our assigned project in my room.” Clay then said, turning serious as he changed the topic.

“Sure.” Lainie smiled and you flashed her a sweet smile, before you headed to the stairs with Clay. “(Y/N), does it bother you having dinner with us?”

“Of course not, I would voluntarily join you.” You kindly said and you noticed Clay smiling widely while he stood beside you. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” Lainie sympathetically answered and Clay started going upstairs. “Clay?”

“Mum?” He suddenly stopped in the middle of the stair and you almost bumped him.

“Leave your room’s door open.” You giggled at hearing his mum’s reminder.

“Oh my God, Mum!” Clay whined and it made you laugh even more. He continued going upstairs and he led you to his room, leaving the door open like what his mother has reminded him. “Idiot, you are having so much fun here, eh?”

“Oh, shut up Jensen!” You flashed him a death glare as you carelessly plopped your things on his desk. “Shall we start?” Your gaze softened and he flashed you his flat smile, nodding.

“Yup.” He shortly answered and he started to get the materials that you needed to conclude your project.

You both spent the time doing your project, but it didn’t mean that you were serious and deadpan. He kept on doing silly things to make you laugh and to keep you awake. Clay Jensen – that adorable and dorky man that you’ve always liked because he was himself whenever you were with him. Who wouldn’t love him? Everybody would.

“Clay, you are an idiot!” You exclaimed when he poked fun of himself.

“It’s true that you considered me as a nerd when you first met me. Don’t lie.” He ranted as he was trying to cut a piece of paper for the almost finished project.

“It’s not true!” You lied through your teeth. He was right, you really considered him as one of those nerds, one of those good-looking nerds.

“I would kiss you so you would shut your mouth up!” Clay blurted out and your eyes both grew wide. You looked at him putting his scissors and paper down on the floor and he looked straight into your (Y/E/C) orbs.

“Clay?” You stopped yourself from doing anything and you stared at Clay as he bit his red bottom lip. He was shocked too, but he perfectly knew that he couldn’t take his words back anymore.

He created an awkward pace between the two of you, but then you suddenly found yourself closing your eyes and leaning forward, maybe copying Clay’s actions too.

A little moment later, you felt two soft lips on yours and you both slowly deepened the kiss, him constantly pulling your body closer to him. He caressed your cheek as he lingered the taste that your lips allowed and you had your arms wrapped around his neck. You felt some sort of sparks and nervousness, even though you imagined this scene in your head for uncountable times now.

He was about to close the door, but you both heard some footsteps and you suddenly broke the kiss, both scared to be caught.

“Guys, dinner is ready.” You both looked where the deep voice came from and you both nodded, still astonished for the happening between the two of you. Matt, Clay’s father, had a smirk on his face before going back downstairs and you wondered if he saw everything.

“C’mon?” You nodded as your thoughts faded away and you both followed his father.  “That was perfect.” You flashed him an embarrassed but happy smile.

“It was.” You agreed as you both entered the dining room. You could bet that you saw Clay blushing and smiling widely, you couldn’t be wrong with that.

When you entered the room, you saw his parents smiling widely and you both got into your places, so you could start having your dinner.

“How’s your project going on?” Lainie has asked with a bright smile on her face. You looked at Clay, giving him the cue that it was his turn to answer.

“Fine, it’s almost finished.” Clay has said as he tried to chew his food slowly.

“Oh, project?” Matt has asked and you noticed Clay widened his eyes. “Your project consists of kissing and cuddling?”

“Dad!” Clay protested and you both became crimson red in your face and you felt a burning sensation in your whole body. You were embarrassed and dumbfounded.

“Congrats!” His parents said in unison and they both laughed as they saw your reaction. Clay then caressed your hand under the table to calm you down and you both laughed together with his parents.

“Another reason why my door should be shut.” Clay jokingly said. “Always.”

“You have a point in there, buddy!” His father agreed and you all laughed as you felt more relaxed, welcomed and snugged as a bug in a rug.

Clay kisses you during a game of spin the bottle

Originally posted by lilpieceofmyworld

Request: “Can you please do more clay imagines????? They are my life!!!!!!😍😍” + “Could you do more Clay imagines? Like maybe he teaches you how to play video games or something just cute and sweet with Clay cause my baby deserves the world 😊😊" 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Everybody chants. 

‘Oh boy how did I get into this situation?’ 

I was at another one of Jessica’s parties. Her, along with me, Justin, Zach, Bryce, Alex, Monty, Jeff, Courtney, Sheri, a few other kids from school, and finally Clay, were sitting in a circle in the living room. We were playing spin the bottle and so far it has been pretty interesting. Alex and Justin had to kiss each other, as well as Zach and Monty. It was pretty hilarious. I don’t usually go to parties but a certain someone asked me if I was going and of course I couldn’t say no. 

Can you guess who that certain someone is? 

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Lunch (Jeff Atkins)

Requested: yes (my first request yay!) 

Words: 2541

Request: nishattazz: Hey here’s an idea! Anyways, I LOVE Jeff and I hope they explore his character if they do season 2. ANYWAYS! I want an imagine where y/n is a friend of Hannah’s like how Jeff is to clay. And basically Jeff and y/n have always liked each other and they kind of know that they have feelings for each other, but y/n always put a had front up and likes to play hard to get. So an example would be that Hannah and y/n are eating lunch and they see clay and Jeff on another table. Y/n is pushing Hannah, but she won’t do it and Hannah turns it around and y/n is like meh! And then c&j come over and ask what they’re talking about. Y/n blatantly say ‘you’ to clay and starts eating normally. And then Jeff put his hand around y/n and her eyes widen at Hannah, she pulls his hand down and he does it again. This time he pulls her into her, and she’s trying to still play hard. A lot of funny and flirty moments, maybe like he intimidates her and walks her into the lockers until he gets a date, complimenting her etc. And like he snakes his hands around her waist and leans his head on her should from behind.

Hi guys! So this is my first imagine and I hope everyone will like it especially the one who requested it!


Hey, it’s Ella, Ella Montoya. Don’t worry nothing bad happened. I’m just going to tell you the story of how I fell in love. So lean back and grab a snack and let me tell you how this all began.

Liberty High, Senior Year

“Ella! Hey!” Hannah called, running after the blonde
“Hannah Baker, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Ella grinned
“Well, I need help in Spanish and Ms. Gomez suggested you for tutoring?” Hannah said nervously, eyes locked on the ground
“Yeah sure! Meet me at the library after school?” Ella said happily, but when is Ella not happy? That is one of the many reasons why people enjoyed talking to her, she has never greeted anyone without a smile.
“Okay thanks!” Hannah said
“No problem” Ella grinned

But for me, Hannah Baker helped me more than I helped her.

After School

“So, what does el pan mean?” Ella asked, tucking her hair behind her ear

“Um, A cup?” Hannah said, but more like asked
“No but it means bread” Ella giggled
“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry. This is what I meant when I said I needed help” Hannah said
“Don’t worry, It’s okay. You’re not the first person to have trouble” She assured the curly headed girl
“Thanks for doing this” Hannah said gratefully
“No problem! So I think I know why you’re having trouble” Ella smirked
“Really? Why?” Hannah asked
“Well for starters, you keep glancing at Clay Jensen. Tell me do you like him?” Ella said
“Yes. No. Wait. I think?” Hannah said, looking at Ella who just raised an eyebrow
“Ugh yes!” Hannah finally concluded
“Yay! I definitely have to get you two together!” Ella squealed
“How about you and me head down to Monet’s and get together there, bonita” A voice said, Ella turned around and there he was, Jeff Atkins, star baseball player of Liberty High and behind him was Clay Jensen, who kept glancing between the floor and Hannah, who was also glancing at Clay.
“Hi Jeff” Ella said bluntly
“C'mon I like you, you like me! Why are you making this hard?” Jeff pestered
“Not everything is supposed to be easy, Jeff. C'mon Hannah, let’s go. I’ll give you a lift home. Bye Clay” she smirked at the two oblivious lovebirds.
“Thanks. Bye Jeff, bye Helmet” Hannah said, waving to the two boys
“Bye” Clay said, waving back
“Bye Hannah. I’ll see you tomorrow, hermosa!” Jeff shouted, earning him a ‘shh’ from multiple students.

In Ella’s Car

“So?” Hannah grinned, smiling a smile that that was bigger than the Cheshire Cat’s

“What?” Ella asked

“What’s between you and Jeff?” Hannah grinned even more if that was possible

“Nothing” Ella smiled

“Oh yeah sure! That smile means nothing” Hannah scoffed

“Okay let me tell you, Jeff made it clear that he likes me and sometime between his confession and now, I also made it clear that I like him back” Ella explained, pulling out of where her car was parked

“Then why are’t you two together?” Hannah questioned

“Because! What if I’m nothing but a conquest for him? How do I know that he’s not part of some group that sleeps with girls and keeps score in some sort of secret play book?” Ella exclaimed, keeping most of her focus on the road in front of her and the other on Hannah talking

“Okay you have to stop watching Riverdale and you need to listen to me, Jeff is literally the nicest jock at Liberty High and it looked like he really likes you and I think you should give him a chance” Hannah smirked

“But what if he-” Ella got cut off by Hannah shushing her

“No buts!”

“Okay” Ella sighed

“How about this? If I get at least a B in a Spanish test then you have to give Jeff a chance” Hannah negotiated

“Okay. If you don’t then you- you have to tell Clay that you like him” Ella said

“Excuse me?”

“Oh sorry correction, you don’t like him-” Ella started

“Yes” Hannah sighed

“You looooove him!” Ella continued laughing

“What? No! I don’t- Shut up!” Hannah blushed, making her cheeks pinker than what a blush powder can do

“Awhh! Hannah Baker’s blushing, Hannah Baker’s blushing” Ella sang, laughing afterwards

The next day

“Hey Ella!” Hannah called

“Hannah Baker! What do you got for me?” Ella smiled

“Well I’m doing a test later in Spanish” Hannah revealed

“Won’t that test determine if you need a tutor or not?” She asked

“Yeah but tutor or not, I still want you to be my friend” Hannah grinned

“Awh thanks Hannah Banana! Eat with me later at lunch!” Ella squealed

“Yeah sure!” Hannah giggled and there they were chatting about things when Ella heard that voice that instantly made her day

“Hey bonita!” He called

“Ugh Jeff” Ella groaned, pretending to not be fazed by his presence

“Bye, Ella” Hannah winked, walking away to her classroom

“Let me walk you to class” Jeff offered

“Thanks but no thanks. I’m capable of walking to class on my own and don’t you have class in the other building?” Ella declined

“So you know my schedule?” Jeff grinned, outside he was happy but inside he was jumping up and down out of happiness

“Yeah” Ella said

“May I ask why?” Jeff asked curiously

“So I know what classes to steer clear of” Ella smirked

“That hurt me, hermosa. You should know that” Jeff faked groaned, his hand holding the chest part above his heart but Ella just smiled at him and walked away.

As she walked away, Jeff watched her with a smile on his face that always appeared whenever she was around before walking away.

At Lunch

Ella and Hannah walked over to a vacant table, carrying their trays and sat down.

“So? How did you do on the test?” Ella asked then taking a bite from her fruit salad

“I don’t know but I think I failed it” Hannah said, pushing her food around with her fork

“Be positive. You probably did good” Ella encouraged

“Thanks. And good enough to get a B, so you can finally give Jeff a chance?” Hannah said, suddenly having her big grin

“Nah you probably failed” Ella joked then taking another bite from her salad

“Okay ouch!” Hannah laughed, throwing a fry at her

“Hannah, Clay hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since we sat down. Look C or not, you have to tell the poor guy that you like him back!” Ella exclaimed

“I can’t!” Hannah said

“Why not?” Ella asked

“I don’t know why!” Hannah said

“Just tell him and- Jeff and Clay are on their way here” Ella said shocked

“Hey girls, what are you talking about?” Jeff asked, taking a seat next to Ella

“We are talking about Clay” Ella said bluntly

“Me?” Clay asked, sliding into the seat next to Hannah

“Yes Clay, you” Ella said

They continued talking, but not about Clay anymore obviously the poor boy would probably be tomato red if that conversation continued on. So as they were chatting and eating, Jeff did the oldest trick in the book,  The old yawn-then-arm-over-shoulder trick on Ella.

“Okay Jeff, we are at the cafeteria, not at a cinema in the Crestmont” Ella said pushing his arm off her shoulders

“Then let’s go to the Crestmont, after school and catch a movie?” Jeff offered

“Jeff, for the hundredth time-” Ella started

“Ella! Can I tell you something for minute?” Hannah cut in

“Sure, We’ll be right back boys” Ella said following Hannah to the side where they were out of earshot

“You have to give him a chance!” Hannah said

“Okay” Ella said

“Wow that was easy. Okay let’s go and-” Hannah said before getting cut off

“I just wanna see the B on your Spanish test paper” Ella said, tapping her foot

“Okay” Hannah shrugged, pulling out a folded paper from her pocket

“Hannah?” Ella rolled her eyes at the sight of the contents of the paper

“Yeah?” Hannah sheepishly said

“This is a B” Ella said slowly

“Yup” was all Hannah said

“From your old school!” Ella exclaimed

“Well you never said the recent test paper” Hannah shrugged

“I- ugh Hannah Baker, you are one sneaky mujer” Ella groaned

“What does that mean?” Hannah blinked

“Look it up” Ella simply said, returning to the table and taking her seat next to Jeff

“Jeff?” Ella started nervously


“Yes” Ella said quickly

“What?” Jeff said clear shock on his face

“Yes” Ella repeated

“What?” Jeff said again still shocked

“Yes! I’m saying yes to-” Ella laughed

“I know! But you finally said yes!” Jeff exclaimed happily, standing up

“Jeff, calm down!” Ella laughed

“The girl of my dreams finally said yes! Woohoo!” Jeff pumping his fist in the air

“Before Jeff starts jumping from table to table Clay, Hannah likes you” Ella revealed and both Clay and Hannah was blushing from the revelation

“Ella!” Hannah said blushing

“Bye! Love you Hannah Banana!” Ella sang, standing up and running to Jeff, who was standing next to Justin’s group’s table and pestering Zach

“Jeff! Leave poor Zach alone!” Ella scolded and he ran off happily again

“Sorry about him” Ella apologized to Zach

“Don’t worry about it. Congratulations” Zach smiled at the blonde

“Thanks” Ella said then went to Jeff to calm him down

“Jeff! Calm down!” Ella laughed, giving him a kiss on the cheek which made him stop immediately

“Okay, bonita” Jeff grinned

“Now Crestmont, after school?” Ella smiled back

“That’s the plan” Jeff said kissing her on the forehead

“ELLA MONTOYA! YOU’RE DEAD!” The couple broke apart at the sudden words of Hannah Baker

“See ya!” Ella grinned kissing Jeff on the cheek before running away from Hannah

“Bye” Jeff chuckled

He was happy that he finally got the girl of his dreams.

Now let’s go back to Ella and Hannah and see how’s their chase is going.



Or maybe we shouldn’t…

After Classes

Ella was putting some of her stuff in her locker, humming to herself when she felt arms wrapping around her waist and by the sudden warm feeling that grew in her she knew who it was.

“Hey, cariñoa” Jeff said placing his chin on her shoulder

“Hi” Ella giggled turning around to place a kiss on his cheek

“Are you ready?”

“Sure! Oh wait! Hannah!”

“She told me to tell you that she’s working today” Jeff said

“Okay then let’s go!” Ella smiled closing her locker and pulling Jeff by the hand to the school doors

At The Crestmont

The couple were walking towards the ticket booth when they heard a voice that they never expected to hear.

“Hey!” Hannah grinned from inside the ticket booth

“Oh hey, it’s Hannah!” Ella grinned

“Hey, Hannah” Jeff greeted her

“You work here?” Ella asked

“Yeah. it’s good money” Hannah chuckled

“Here you go” Hannah said giving them two tickets

“How much?” Jeff asked reaching into his pocket for his wallet

“On the house! What’s the use of having a friend that works at the movies if you can’t get in for free” Hannah whispered

“Thanks! Monet’s on Sunday?” Ella asked

“Sure! Now go! You might miss the movie!” Hannah laughed

Jeff and Ella were walking and laughing at each other’s jokes when again they were surprised at someone who they never expected to be there

“Clay!” Ella called walking over to the concession stand where Clay was the cashier

“Hey” Clay greeted the couple

“Hey, man” Jeff said doing a some sort of guy handshake with Clay

“You work here?” Jeff asked

“Yes! It’s good money here” Clay answered

“And the girl he likes works up front” Ella smirked

“Dude, she’s right. When are you going to ask her out? I mean you know she likes you.” Jeff asked, Ella nodding in agreement

“Soon? I don’t know! Now go to your movie! You might-”

“Miss our movie? Yeah we know” Ella laughed

“Good! Now here’s two complimentary drinks and jumbo popcorn” Clay said giving them the said items

“Wow, Clay and Hannah working here just saved you 20 dollars” Ella realized

“Even if they didn’t work here I’ll get anything for you"Jeff sweetly said

So the couple walked to the cinema and went to their seats

“So, tell me what is the movie about?” Ella whispered leaning close to Jeff

“I don’t know” Jeff whispered back

“Who’s the lead in the movie?” Ella whispered again

“I don’t know” Jeff whispered back

“Do you know anything about the movie?” Ella laughed

“No” Jeff laughed

After the movie

“So? How was our date? Tell me, do you want to marry me now?” Jeff asked jokingly

“The date was perfect and maybe or maybe not. Let’s see how this relationship goes” Ella chuckled

“I’m in a relationship? I thought I was in a dream” Jeff said smoothly

“Smooth, Atkins, smooth” Ella laughs as they got into the car

Ella’s street

“Park here. my house is like three blocks away and I don’t wanna disturb my parents and brother with the headlights” Ella said, so Jeff parked at the side

“Walk me to my house?” Ella asked

Jeff nodded and turned off the engine, taking off his seat belt and Ella doing the same. They both got out of the car and started walking to Ella’s house

“Tell me, why wouldn’t you say yes to me when we both found out that we liked each other and I asked you out?” Jeff asked while they were walking and holding hands

“Honestly? I was scared that I was just something you do and dump when you’re done” Ella answered nervously

“I’ll die before that happens, cariñoa” Jeff promised

Before they knew it they were in front of Ella’s front door and Jeff’s eyes flickered to her eyes then to her lips then he started to lean in and Ella doing the same then their lips collided against each other and Jeff felt Ella smile into kiss and sparks flew but like the night, the moment had to end and so when they pulled away they both blushed and promised to call the other back. Ella took her keys out and opened the door and gave Jeff a peck on the lips before bidding him goodnight and closing the door. Behind the door Ella smiled and touched her lips still feeling the sparks from the kiss and outside the door there stood Jeff who also touched his lips an feeling the same and started walking to his car. The memory of the kiss replaying inside his head.

The Next Day

At Ella’s house

Ella laid in the living room, reading a book though she couldn’t focus on it as she remembered the events of last night when the doorbell rang. She stood up and answered it.

“Hey, hermosa ” There stood Jeff with a bouquet of pink roses and a smile

“Hey! aw thank you! What are you doing here?” Ella said pecking him on the lips when he handed her the roses

“We are going on an adventure!” Jeff announced

“Really? Where!” Ella asked excited

“Calm down hermosa, it’s a secret” Jeff laughed and Ella laughed back and just looked at Jeff mentally thanking Hannah for convincing her to say yes to Jeff.

“Well? let’s go! We have a long journey ahead of us!” Jeff said, grabbing her hand and pulling a smiling Ella to his awaiting car to start their adventure.



YAY my first imagine! I hope ya’ll liked it and if you want to see more like this just request! I’ve got 2 Jeff imagines and 1 Clay imagine coming in the days to come! Hope you guys loved it!

Clony Headcannon Request #1

(Clay being in slight denial that he and Tony are essentially dating, despite everyone saying that they are)

-whenever someone asks if Clay and Tony are dating, Clay always blushes and goes “we’re just friends!” but it’s obvious he isn’t too sure about that
-Clay holds Tony’s hand a lot, but he says it’s just because he’s nervous
-Tony will catch Clay staring at him and Clay will just tell him it’s because he can’t get over the fact that he uses product in his hair, which they both know is a total lie
-everyone calls Tony Clay’s boyfriend and Clay will always be like “he’s not!” but it secretly makes him really happy
-Clay’s parents keep asking when he’ll introduce them to the person he’s dating but he just goes “i’m not dating anyone”
-when Tony and Clay finally kiss for the first time Clay says “I guess I was the last to catch on”

anonymous asked:

Bilingual Tony headcanons?

1. Tony can switch from english to spanish very naturally and sometimes he even don’t know he did it.
2. He does in on purpose too, when he call Clay by some sweet nicknames or when he compliments him. Clay blush then more than usually so he assume it’s kind of kink for him.
3. So as he discovered it, he started to speak to Clay in spanish when they’re making out, and holy shit it definitly IS a kink.
4. He never tells Clay what he was saying to him and so does his brothers.
5. One time when they are having sex Clay starts to speak in spanish himself, and well fuck, it seems that its Tony kink too.

Clony Fanfiction - Do you really like my arms? - Part 1

One summer evening, after homework was completed and the dishes were done, Clay Jensen was rummaging through his closet.
‘What to wear?’ Clay thought to himself.
Searching through the mass of shirts, he seemed unconcerned with the discarded items being strewn about the floor of his room. Focused, but quite frankly agitated, the young man finally decided on a short sleeve, black, button up shirt. He had to leap around the few empty spots of floor to lay it on the bed, but completed his mission. In this success however, another challenge met him. Where were his khakis?
Just as this thought entered his mind, his phone buzzed. When Clay pulled the phone out of his shirt pocket, Tony’s name was displayed across the screen. Instead of answering, he declined the call and texted him to, “Come upstairs.” He still had to find his pants, after all. He hopped around his room like an off balance bunny, nearly slipping, but proceeded to search in his clothes hamper. To and fro, he looked here and there, but no luck.
Clay placed his finger on his chin, when he finally accepted that his search was fruitless. ‘Looks like I’m going in my jeans. Oh well, black goes with everything, right?’ Kicking the scattered remnants of his search into his closet, and shutting the door with some necessary force, he started to grow more excited for the end of the year party that would take place that night. The plan was for Tony to drive them, they’d grab a bite to eat at a local diner, and then go to the party to blow off some steam, alcohol style.
So when Clay heard his mom say, “Hi Tony, come on in! Nice to see you, ” he knew he was past his deadline to be ready. He pulled his t-shirt off, tossed it into his hamper, when there came a light knock on his door.
“Can I come in?” Tony asked, while slowly cracking the door open. “Yeah, come in,” Clay stated as he placed his arms in the sleeves of his carefully selected shirt, and started to button it up clumsily. Tony caught a peek of Clay’s chest in the mirror, and smirked ever so slightly. Playing it cool, he went and sat on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in his lap. He wore his signature leather jacket, a light gray shirt, and dark blue jeans.
“You know you skipped a button, right?” Tony said nonchalantly, followed by a light chuckle.
“Huh?” Jensen looked down to see his crooked shirt, the two completed buttons one spot off. “Oh, oops. Thanks, Tony.” He began to fix his wardrobe malfunction, and he couldn’t help but blush a little with his friend watching him. His chest was blindingly white, since he hardly ever took his shirt off out in the sun.
Suddenly, Tony stood up, glanced around, and grabbed a pair of scissors perched on the dresser on the other end of the room. Clay eyed him suspiciously, as Tony walked toward him, holding up the scissors.
“Clay, relax, you just have a string on your shirt, ” Tony explained as Clay completed his last button. “Oh, well I thought you might be mad at me for not being ready or something.” Clay smiled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little dumb for making a fool of himself twice in the span of a minute or two. He turned his head to examine the mysterious string hanging on the back of his shoulder, but it was just out of sight, much to his annoyance. “Clay, its just a party, it doesn’t matter if we’re late. Now move your head so I can snip the string.” Tony placed the string in between two of his fingers, raised the scissors, and snipped it off.
“Ready to go get something to eat?” Tony questioned, his stomach grumbling. “Sure, but quick question, do I look okay?” He paused for a moment to look Clay up and down. He wanted to say, 'well of course, you always look good,’ but instead went with, “Yeah, looks good. Especially now that you’ve got the buttons right.” He gently laid his hand on Clay’s shoulder, and nudged him toward the door.
“Promise me that you won’t throw up in my car tonight, too. I’ve heard you don’t hold your liquor well,” Tony joked as they rounded the corner, closing in on the stairs. Clay laughed and grabbed onto the rail, determined to try and leave without his mom stopping them. He put his arm up to keep Tony from stepping off the stairs, peered around the corner, and determined it was safe. Just as he opened the front door, his mom appeared.
“Aw, look at you boys. Doesn’t he clean up well, Tony?” Mrs. Jensen smiled brightly as she adjusted her sons collar. Tony politely smiled back and replied, “Yeah, I think so.”
Clay lightly removed his moms hands from his shirt, and pushed Tony out the door. “We have to go mom, I’ll see you later,” he called as they walked toward the distinct red ’66 Mustang. “Okay boys, be careful, and call if you need me! Be safe, no drugs!” Tony laughed a bit and waved bye to Mrs. Jensen as he was getting in the car. After clicking in his seat belt, and double checking that his friend did the same, he turned the key, and put it in drive. “Well, she didn’t say not to drink for once. Conveniently,” Tony commented, looking at the road, but truly thinking about how the nights events might play out. If given the chance, he wanted to tell Clay how he felt, and had for a long time, about him. He pushed that out of his mind when Clay started to speak again.
“Yeah, I love her, but sometimes she’s a bit overbearing.” He paused. “Ya know, this will be the first party I’ve been to since the night Hannah talked about on the tapes.” Tony thought for a moment, thrown off by the sudden change in the atmosphere of the conversation. “It’s alright Clay, just try to focus on having fun tonight. This is actually going to be my first party ever. Outside of family stuff, of course.” Clay glared at the guy driving, thinking back to the two parties he’d gone to, and he realized he’d never seen him at one. Why hadn’t that occurred to him before? Clay started again, “Well why are you going now?” Tony debated how to answer in his head, whether to be truthful, and say it was because he wanted to spend time with Clay, as well as protect him, or make something up. He decided on both. “Well I figured we’re graduated now, and it’ll be our last high school party. Besides, last time you went to a party by yourself, you didn’t have any back up plan when shit hit the fan.” Tony smiled, trying to convey that he would be there for him tonight, no matter what. Clay looked as clueless as ever, though, and just nodded casually. He watched as Tony’s workman hands picked up a tape, and pushed it into the slot on the stereo. He briefly admired the ring that adorned his right hand; a very simple element to Tony’s persona, but pleasing all the same. They listened to a couple 60’s songs, and Clay began to reflect on his friend’s love for his outdated media, wondering when he might have heard his first tape. “How did you get into listening to tapes, Tony,” Clay asked, flitting through the other tapes to see what was on them. “My dad had some when my brothers and I were kids, and we all just kind of developed the same love for them. The sound quality is so much better, ya know.” Clay nodded in agreement, then turned to stare back out the window, when he realized they were already at Rosie’s Diner.
“Here we are.” Tony announced. He removed the key from the ignition, and got out. Clay followed suit, a few steps behind, thanking Tony when he held the door open for him. The two boys sat down at a booth, and chatted about how weird, yet relieving, it was to think high school was over. “It seems like just yesterday we were heading into junior year,” Clay mentioned when the waiter came up to take their order. “Good evening. How ya doin’ Tony? This is your first date in a while,” the waiter innocently stated, assuming a little too much. “Actually Jim… this is my friend Clay.” Tony blushed furiously, though it was hard to see against his complexion. Clay stayed quiet, blushing much more obviously, as he stared out the window to his left. Under the table, he twiddled his thumbs. The waiter cleared his throat and continued, “Sorry gentlemen, something to drink?”
Clay glanced at the waiters notepad, refusing to make eye contact. “Just a Dr. Pepper for me.” A nod, a pencil scratching along the paper, and then Jim directed his attention to Tony. “Same for me.” He quickly went to get their drinks, after apologizing again for the mix up. “Sorry about that Clay, I used to bring Brad here a lot, and I guess he just assumed…” He let his sentence trail off. Clay looked back at him, and gave him the most sincere smile he could manage. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I’m sure we won’t remember this moment after all the drinking anyway.” They both laughed at the thought.
Still, Tony couldn’t help but think, 'I can’t believe he was so cool with that. I mean, I think I was more embarrassed than he was.’ On the other side of the table, however, Clay was thinking, 'I guess if I were gay, Tony would be a good choice, but I’m not. He’s great and all, but we’re friends.’
Jim came to set down their drinks, and took their orders. “Two burgers, and a french fry basket, got it. Coming right up.” A minute or two passed by with Tony texting his mom, reminding her that he’d be out late, and Clay looking through the dessert menu, amazed at the size of the banana split they served. Tony watched as Clay’s fingers delicately flipped through the pages. He desperately wanted to reach out and hold his hand, but that wasn’t an option, especially after the waiters comment. He giggled a little when he saw Clay’s face light up when he came across the picture of the banana split. Naturally, he was in his own little world, and hadn’t the slightest clue that Tony was watching him.
“So Clay,” Tony began, as Clay set down his menu, “Are you going to work at the Cresmont again this summer?”
“Actually, I hadn’t even thought about it. I suppose I should, so yeah,” the taller boy concluded, and looked into Tony’s eyes for the first time in a while. He saw a true interest there that amazed him, like his friend wasn’t just making conversation. He had gotten used to people asking about his life in a not-so-meaningful way once everything with Hannah’s case calmed down. Sometimes things Tony said just fascinated Clay, because, like just now, Tony would think of things way before he even did himself. It was like he could read his thoughts. “Are you gonna work with your dad like usual,” Clay asked.
“Yeah, that’d be the plan. I love working with cars.” Tony smiled at Clay, and Clay couldn’t help but think about his hands again, and that ring. “What’s the story behind your ring, Tony?” Clay’s eyes locked on it, as he pointed it out. “My ring? What made you think about such a small thing like that?” Clay scrambled to find an answer, because 'oh I was staring at your hands in the car,’ was not an acceptable response. “Well… you know, I just noticed you wear it a lot and thought it might be meaningful to you, or something,” Clay stuttered out in a choppy tone of voice.
“Oh, well, my mom got it for me when I was younger. We don’t exactly have a lot of money, but she decided that I deserved something special for my birthday. She told me, ‘Mientras traigas esto contigo, estaras seguro,’ which means, 'As long as you keep this with you, you’ll be safe.’ So once it fit me, I always wore it, and I hardly ever it take it off.” He paused for a moment, brushing his thumb over the smooth face of the object. “Its real silver.” Tony wiggled it off his finger, showing a very obvious tan line from it being worn constantly. He slid it over to Clay, who turned it around in his hand, admiring the shining metal and the story behind it. “That’s really cool that your mom did that for you,” Clay said, still examining the ring, fixated. “Clay, you okay?” Tony was getting a little nervous, because his friends eyes were glazing over, like he was a million miles away. While Clay had this look on his face often, this time it seemed different, like he had something on his mind. “Yeah, I’m alright… Here you go.” Clay put the ring in the center of his hand, closing his fingers around it. Once it was held over Tony’s open hand, he dropped it, like dropping a penny into a wishing well.
Once Tony put his ring back on, their food had arrived. “Here you go, gentlemen. Can I get anything else for you,” Jim questioned. Clay looked up at Tony, and with a little shake of his head, Clay responded, “No, I think we’re okay, thank you.” The boys both appeared to be hungry, because they finished off their burgers in about five minutes, taking sips of soda every so often. Tony motioned to Clay’s chin, where some stray ketchup was smeared. Napkin in hand, Clay reached up and wiped it off. They both laughed a little, muted by their mouths being full of food. “You’re so messy,” Tony said, after swallowing a mouthful. Clay moved his empty plate aside, looked back at Tony, and simply stated, “Actually, I prefer the term clumsy.” They both laughed again, grabbed their fries for the road, and headed for the car. This time, Clay held the door open for Tony, giving him a nice smile in return. “Clay, I’m actually going to drive to my place, and we can walk. Its only two blocks away, and if we’re both drunk, driving isn’t a good idea.” Clay okayed the idea, and off they went to the Padilla house, munching on some fries here and there. They both sat and listened to the tape that was playing, saving anymore chatting for their walk.
Unknown to Tony, Clay was okay with the lack of conversation. Lately, he had felt weird whenever being around his friend. He wanted to make sure he dressed nice and smelled good; he just wanted to impress him, for some reason. So this car ride was spent with Clay sorting through his thoughts, occasionally sneaking a peek at Tony’s perfect hair, or arms, clad in leather.
'Why am I thinking about him like that?’ Clay became wrapped in his inner conversation. 'I like girls, and all the sudden I’m thinking about Tony as if he-’ He was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. “Clay, we’re here. You seem pretty distracted today, everything alright?” The boy blushed, just slightly, at the tender touch on his left shoulder, something that had happened many times before and never caused a stir. “Um… Yeah, let’s go.” Clay stood, narrowly missing hitting his head on the car, but he surprisingly managed to play it off. With a quick lock of the doors, they were on their way to the party.
Trying to change the subject, knowing Clay wasn’t ready to talk, Tony brought up something he had meant to ask much earlier in the day. “How are you doing, Clay? Ya know, with the whole Hannah thing.” Clay turned his head slightly, to see the expression on Tony’s face, whose eyes were swimming with concern and loyalty. “I’m doing pretty good, I try not to think about it much. Even though its hard sometimes, I keep myself occupied, and just… carry on.” The Latino boy nodded, responding with, “That’s good Clay, I’m glad to hear it. For a while there, I was worried about you. Truthfully, all a person can do after something like that is carry on.” He paused to think for a moment, carefully constructing his words. “You really were in love with her, weren’t you?” Tony knew the answer to this question would sting, but at least he expected it. “Yeah, I did. She was so beautiful.” Just then, the two boys started hearing loud music. Some sophomores drove by them, hollering out the windows to some rap song. “I think we’re getting close,” Clay announced. His friend just laughed at the obviousness of it, and kept walking. Tony made sure he always walked on the street side of the sidewalk, that way if some drunk driver came by, maybe he could take the hit instead of Clay. It was the little things like that, he thought, that made their friendship so great. Possibly, one day, even more than a friendship. That’s what Tony told himself, anyway.
They walked the rest of the way, telling each other how their weeks had gone, and the closer they got, the more cars they saw parking for the party. Lots of couples, lots of friends, and lots of every type of person imaginable heading to the party. It was like the alcohol was a magnet for all walks of life.
When they finally got to the house itself, Tony had to stop for a minute to take it all in. The people swarming around the place, the lights and music, the numerous scattered cups, and the sheer amount of stupidity. 'Why am I here again,’ Tony thought. 'How can anyone have fun with all these drunk, unaware people bumping into them and music so loud you can’t hear your own voice?’
“Tony? Aren’t you coming,” Clay asked. “We came this far, just give it a try. If it’s really not your thing, we can leave, but you have to give it a chance!” His volume was forced to get louder and louder as they approached the door. “Okay, I’m definitely gonna need a beer, though,” Tony shouted back. The two walked through the front door, immediately having to work their way through a mass of humans. It was a sensory overload, and probably would be even for the most resilient of people. Tony stayed close to Clay, never letting him get too far away. He was out of his element. He was used to being the one protecting Clay, whether Clay saw it that way or not, and it was an odd feeling for Tony to want Clay to be his protector. As they went through the back door, and into the backyard, almost reaching the alcohol, Tony could breathe again. It was a little less crowded out there, and easier to move.
Clay, however, seemed to be pretty relaxed, despite the large crowds and small spaces. Tony admired that. You could put Clay one on one with anyone, and he would be very awkward, but put him in a crowd, and he knew how to blend right in. It was like he changed into a different person at this party.
The two of them finally reached the keg. After waiting for a couple people to clear out of the way, Clay turned to Tony, only about a foot apart from him. “Just a beer for you,” Clay half-shouted into his friend’s ear. Tony looked up at him, craning his neck a bit, and nodded. Clay went up, poured Tony a beer, and passed it to him. Then, he did another for himself. They walked out toward the back of the yard, trying to find a spot where talking for more than a minute was possible. They found a couple empty chairs side by side, and sat down, Tony to the taller boy’s right. Clay observed the dumbfounded look on Tony’s face. “So, what do you think of all this,” Clay inquired, waiting for Tony to shoot it down. Tony held up a single finger, as if to say ‘hang on a second,’ and lifted the edge of the red cup to his lips. Clay watched as his friend chugged three-fourths of the beer down in about thirty seconds, straight through. When Tony stopped, he blinked a couple times, and with a straight face replied, “Holy shit.” Clay laughed, chugging down some of his beer. “I know, but the more you drink, the less intense it gets.”
After this, Tony insisted they both get a few cups of beer flowing through their system before continuing their conversation. Clay thought that was weird, because he never took Tony for a drinker, and, truthfully, he wasn’t. However, if he was going to tell Clay how he felt that night, he knew he needed liquid courage. Clay really didn’t mind downing a few himself, maybe the weird thoughts surrounding Tony would die down.
About 4 cups of beer later, minus a little spillage, they clumsily walked back to their slightly quieter corner with chairs. Some other people had egged them on, so they downed their drinks very quickly, a lot of people buzzing about how Tony Padilla was at the party. “Sho how do you feel now…? Less shitty or more shitty?” Clay was slurring his words, and buzzed. With a big grin, Tony was speaking just fine, but feeling a lot more confident. “I feel like a fucking winner,” he laughed, and Clay joined in, clearly feeling good in his fit of giggles. Drinking was how Tony got through the majority of his tattoos, so he knew the right amount of beer to get him feeling invincible, and right now was the right amount. Confession time. “Clay, can I tell you something?” Tony nonchalantly slipped his hand onto the back of the rim of Clay’s chair, while he fumbled with his words. “Yeah… Sure, man. What’s up?” Clay leaned his whole upper body onto his elbows, which were perched on his knees. He looked back toward his friend, with pure innocence and curiosity painted on his face. This made Tony’s heart flutter. “You remember when I told you I’m gay, right?” Clay suddenly sat up, and pointed a finger at the other. “Yeah…! Tony, I have a question fur you about that.” Taken aback, he said, “Okay, what is it,” wondering what on earth this boy could throw at him. “Is there a word for like, shomeone who likes boys and girls?” The breath that was in his chest only a moment ago was suddenly gone. His eyes widened, and his stomach flipped. 'Was this what he was so intently thinking about earlier…’ Tony wondered. “Ye-yeah, it’s called bisexual, Clay. Why…?”
Clay leaned onto the arm of Tony’s chair, grabbing his right hand, staring at his ring while he talked. “It all started in PE. I was looking at you a cou-couple days ago, and I thought to myself, 'huh, Tony has nice arms,’ and then I thought 'woah, wut,’ so I avoided you… until you asked me if I wanted to go to the party. Then I got all weird about that and dressed up to impress you, and you have really nice hair 'n stuff, and basically I think I might like dudes. Like a dude with a red mustang, leather jacket, and tattoos. Does that make me bishexual?” Clay had slumped over onto Tony’s shoulder now, still grasping his right wrist ever so gently. Tony was absolutely speechless, speechless over the fact that Clay was practically laying on him, speechless over Clay’s confession that he thinks he’s bisexual, and speechless because this means he might be able to actually be with the only guy he truly wants. “Tony,” Clay slurred, turning his head to look at the astonished boy. Tony glanced into his eyes, and slid his left arm around his back, caressing his crushes’ shoulder. He turned his head back to the party, straight in front of him, and nearly whispered, “Yeah, Clay. I think that does make you bisexual.” For a while, Tony just rubbed Clay’s back, they relaxed, and just let what was said sink in. “Do you really like my arms,” the Latino boy joked, but he was met with total seriousness. “Yeah… I do.” Clay snuggled into Tony a little more, getting more and more comfortable with the idea of being so close to him. “You know, I’ve liked you for a long time, Jensen, but I never thought you’d… I never thought you would think of me as anything but a friend.” Clay began to stand up, slowly, but very determined. He held out his hand for Tony to stand, too. “Come on, let’s go somewhere else.” Tony grabbed his hand, stood, and was led through the crowd of people, back through the front door, and out to the sidewalk. “Clay, where are we going,” Tony said with a giddy smile spread across his face. “To your car. We gotta go somewhere.”

To be continued…

lifeinvirtualreality  asked:

Can you please write clony getting caught while having sex?

Woahhhh, sure thang (;


Clay loved having sex with Tony.

He’d never admit this of course. Tony would tease him endlessly for it but god he loved having sex with him. The first time they had sex was terrifying and Clay didn’t really pay attention to the little things due to the fact he was probably going to hurl at any minute. Of course it felt good but the constant reoccurring thoughts of self doubt were enough to make him feel sick for weeks.

The more they did it though? The more Clay started to realise how good Tony was in bed. Like not even in a good looking sense because obviously Tony was ridiculously good looking, he had an amazing body and Clay loved the way his hair would fall out of place as he got more lost in it throughout. His favourite thing was to run his hands through it and tangle his fingers in it and just tug until Tony growled and sped up the pace even more.

But no it wasn’t just that, it was things like the way Tony would grip onto Clay like he would disappear or he would bury his face in the taller boys neck as he grinded into him. It was the look he gave him as he took his shirt off and the way he would lay for ages while Clay ran his hands over every single tattoo he had until Tony would get so frustrated he’d just flip him over and kiss him silly. And it was his god damn voice. It was enough to talk to him normally without getting turned on let alone during while they were actually doing it.

Tony’s voice was gravelly yet smooth, rough yet silky and it sent heat spiralling through every part of Clay. And he wasn’t loud in bed but he was definitely a talker, whispering the most dirtiest stuff Clay had ever heard in his entire life right into his ear. And sometimes, when they they were slick with sweat and Clay felt like he physically couldn’t breathe, Tony would growl something in Spanish and that was it. Clay would spiral over the edge, swearing and whining as he gripped tightly onto the other and trying to anchor himself onto something.

Clay never really thought they had sex that much. It was more of a spontaneous thing (although he would never complain) but sometimes Clay would feel this desperate itching, watching every move Tony made and his stomach would churn mercilessly. They had done it in some pretty cool places too, his absolute favourite of all time being Tony’s precious car. Tony had always refused to do it in his beloved vehicle but once they went to the movies and a guy was glancing at Clay in more than a friendly way. Tony was immediately tense throughout the whole night and Clay had begun to panic as they sat in the car in silence until Tony all but shoved Clay into the back seat and tugging his shirt off in seconds. Ever since then the car had been a regular spot for them (well, if Clay could convince Tony to anyway)

But Clay should’ve seen it coming. They were all over each other, they were bound to get caught soon.


“And that is why I would never go out with Luke from Star Wars.” Clay finished proudly, grinning at the other boy who let out a disbelieving laugh. The music came to a stop around them and Clay pushed himself up from the floor of the garage and headed over to place another tape in. He loved spending time in the garage with Tony, especially being able to watch his boyfriend fix up cars. There was what’s something about that greasy, oily look that turned Clay on, especially when Tony kept running his hand through that god damn hair of his.

“Earth to Clay,” Tony laughed and Clay blushed as he realised he had just been standing there, ogling Tony like an idiot. “You know, I would think you fancied me if you’re looking at me like that.”

Clay rolled his eyes as he headed over to the other boy, leaning against the side of the car. Tony shuffled so he was standing in front of Clay, twisting the spanner around in his hand. “Well that would be totally egotistical of you Padilla, how could I fancy you?”

Tony smirked and stepped forward, widening his stance and crossing his arms over his chest, head cocked to one side. Clay gulped at the sight, trying not to give away his totally obvious attraction. “So you’re saying, if I fucked you right now, you would be totally against it?”

“H-Holy shit Tony,” Clay spluttered, cheeks flushing instantly at his boyfriends words. He tried to look everywhere but at him which wasn’t helpful as the other boy took another step forward so their faces were inches apart.

“I’m just asking a question babe, no need to get all worked up,” Tony was full on grinning now as he began to unbutton the top of his overalls before sliding them of his shoulders and tying the arms round his waist to reveal a tight white tee. Clay could feel every movement he made, struggling to think straight as he revelled at the sight of newly exposed skin, tattoos bulging on his arms.

“Well the answer is no. I would definitely not be against it,” Clay mumbled, eyes looking down to the side as Tony placed his hands onto Clays waist, wrapping them round and tugging the boy impossibly closer. Clay gulped at the fact they were millimetres apart, feeling himself sunk against the familiar press of Tony’s body.

“I’m glad baby,” Tony grinned effortlessly, “because that’s what I plan on doing.” And with that Clay felt soft lips on his, always tentative at first, always making sure he was okay. Clay could feel himself sigh happily, losing himself in the kiss as he brought his hands up to wrap around Tony’s neck.

Tony Padilla was a good kisser. Clay really didn’t know how he got so lucky, like of course he felt lucky when he found out Tony actually liked him (him!) but he didn’t know about all the other stuff like him being a great kisser. He was like an expert or something and Clay practically fell apart in seconds, simply hanging on for life as Tony would kiss him until his head was spinning.

Speaking of which there was a swipe along his lower lip as Tony asked for entrance with his tongue. Being an idiot, Clay was so lost in what was happening he didn’t actually think to grant him said entrance until Tony actually nipped his lower lip, earning a gasp from the other boy. Tony immediately deepened the kiss while Clay brought his hands down and began to tug at Tony’s tee desperately, needing him to take his god damn shirt off. Sometimes that desperate feeling scared him, the feeling of needing someone so much. But it was Tony, his friend before his boyfriend and the friend rules still applied. The only difference was he got to kiss his friend and go on dates and have sex in weird and wonderful places.

Tony chuckled at the tugging, stepping back and breaking the kiss, raising his arms to let Clay take the shirt off. The taller boy instantly done this, yanking it over Tony’s head and throwing it to the side before rejoining their lips.

“You know,” Tony mumbled against his mouth, voice gravelly and rough, “I have to wash that shirt now.” Clay grounded and pulled away, glaring at his boyfriend as the other laughed.

“Really? You’re talking about washing. Please tell me you were going to wash it anyway, it was sweaty!” Clay couldn’t resist running his hands done Tony’s chest, nails digging in ever so slightly, enough to make Tony swallow roughly.

“Is that why you wanted to rip my shirt off?” Tony teased, grinning and Clay rolled his eyes. Tony stepped forward and begun unbuttoning the others shirt, sliding it up his torso and over his head.

“Fuck you,” Clay mumbled, all previous spite gone as he shivered at the draft hitting his skin. He rarely felt self conscious around Tony any more, but there was always that split second that he practically waited for Tony to grimace, or look away. But again, this was Tony, the boy who was currently looking at Clay like he was the luckiest guy on earth.

“I think the plan is for me to fuck you actually,” Tony smirked, stepping forward and pressing his lips onto Clays once more before tilting his chin back to latch on to his neck. They did have a no marks rule, unless it was in a place that definitely couldn’t be seen (Clay would always remember the hickey on his arse that his boyfriend so lovingly gave him.) especially knowing how panicky Clay got about them if they were in obvious places (he totally did not cry when he got his first hickey. Totally.)

Clay thumped his head back onto the car as he shivered at the sensation of teeth scraping against his throat, nipping at his jaw, kissing along his collarbone. His pants felt uncomfortably tight as he shifted, trying to release a bit of the tension. His worst nightmare was to come to early but Tony was so good at winding him up, like a nail, screwing him tighter and tighter until he was stuck.

As though Tony could hear his thoughts, he brought his hands down to Clays jeans and popped them open, sliding them down to his ankles and waiting for Clay to step out of them. They joined the pile of growing clothes as Clay placed a hand on Clays jaw and brought him back in for a kiss. His other hand trailed down Clays torso towards his boxers and he gently placed his hand over his bulge, grinding his hand in circles. Clay couldn’t help but whine at that, breaking the kiss and thudding his forehead down onto Tony’s shoulder.

With that the younger boy sped his pace up, grinding harder and faster until he dipped his fingers underneath the waistband and wrapped them around Clay. He used his thumb to gather the moisture at the top before spreading it down his dick and moving his hand up and down. Clays mind went into overdrive as he sunk his teeth into Tony’s shoulder, gripping onto his waist as the other boy hissed slightly at the sensation.

“Clay babe, where did we put the lube? I need to go get the lube,” Tony muttered, his hand never ceasing its pace. Clay groaned and shook his head, gripping onto Tony tighter.

“Fuck the lube, I’m practically an adult I don’t need it.” Clay mumbled angrily as Tony laughed in his ear, his hand beginning to slow.

“You know I won’t do that. It might fee good now but-”

“It will hurt in the morning,” Clay finished with a groan, “fine go get it.” Tony grinned and brought his hand out, jogging towards the door of the garage and disappearing up into his house. Clay stood there awkwardly, his dick incredibly uncomfortable in his underwear as he glanced round the room. His back was starting to hurt from leaning against the car but he had obviously been too distracted to notice. He listened out for any footsteps before wandering round the garage, trying to urge himself to calm down and not make a fool of himself.

He hurried over to Tony’s red mustang and checked the lock: it was open. He grinned as he opened the back door and shuffled inside, laying across the back seats and sighing in relief as the leather cooled his skin down. He took deep breaths, trying to ground himself just as a door slammed shut in the room. He heard footsteps and lifted his head as the footsteps wandered round confused before his boyfriend appeared in view, holding a small bottle in his hand and of course, a condom. Clay felt a small shiver at the sight, the fact it was confirmation of exactly what they would be doing.

Tony crawled into the back seat, shutting the door behind him before settling on top of Clay, hair falling out of place on his head. Clay noticed he had also left his jeans behind, leaving him clad in just boxers as Tony grinned down at him.

“I think you have a fetish for cars Clay, is that why you’re with me?” Clay laughed as Tony raised himself up, knees slotted by Clays and leaned back, urging the boy to bring his legs up. They shuffled round slightly until Clay had his knees around Tony and the other boys knees were settled in between. Clay slipped his boxers off just as Tony reached for the lube, flipping his hair out of his face as he did, popping the cap open and drizzling it over his fingers. Clay gulped loudly in the car, squirming on the leather seats. Tony looked at him reassuringly, giving him a small lopsided smile.

Tony leaned his body back down to join their lips together again and Clay shivered as he felt one of Tony’s fingers gently slide in, slowly until he reached the knuckle. Clay let out a breath and Tony waited until he got a nod before he began moving his finger, in and out, bit by bit. Clay rapidly grew frustrated, begging for another finger to be added and soon he was gripping into Tony as he moved three fingers in and out of him, the sting long gone and replaced with pure and utter desperation.

“Tony, please,” Clay whined as the boy hurriedly withdrew his fingers and yanked his own boxers off, chucking them to one side. He scrambled around for the condom, ripping the packet open with his teeth and rolling it down himself before repositioning himself above Clay. And they both seemed to hold their breaths as Tony ever so slowly pushed into Clay, biting his bottom lip until he was settled right inside. Clay looked up at the car roof, trying to control his breathing as he shifted slightly to get used to the sensation of feeling so unbelievably full.

After a few minutes passed Clay gave a nod and with that Tony began to pull back out then back in again, pumping slowly as he began to pick up a rhythm. Clay moaned as the slight pain began to melt away, yanking Tony’s head down to his so he could kiss him, to at least try to ground himself. Tony began to speed up, grinding into Clay desperately as he let out occasional grunts.

“Fuck Clay, you’re so tight.” He groaned, keeping his arms positioned either side of the other boy. Clay ran his hands through Tony’s hair and tugged on it, almost smiling to himself at the way Tony sped up the pace. Clay could feel his release building, as he his head begun to swim at the feeing of pleasure that ran round his body.

“Faster,” he whimpered and Tony instantly complied, pumping into him rapidly as the sound of skin hitting skin filled the car. Clay let out a whine at the steady building sensation in his body, skin tingling and he opened his mouth to confirm exactly what he wanted to do when someone beat him to it.

“Tony Padilla you absolute scumbag.” Clay froze on the spot as did Tony who stopped his movements instantly. Clay felt around for his boxers, and pathetically attempted to hid himself with the small material as Tony’s brothers face came into view, disgusted but grinning a shit eating grin.

“Fuck off! Get out, now!” Tony yelled, still hovering over Clay as he felt around for his own boxers. He yanked the over his legs and unread fully, still covering the other boy from view as Clay quickly pulled his boxers on.

“You know, I’ve always liked your car, but I don’t want to drive it now, you can keep it,” the boy laughed as Tony climbed out the car and shoved his brother who began to leave the room. Just before he left he turned and shouted over his shoulder “nice ass Clay! We have chicken legs for dinner by the way.”

Tony scrambled back to the car and sat next to Clay, blushing harder than Clay had ever seen him blush. “I’m so sorry Clay, I thought they weren’t coming home and they obviously text me but I didn’t look at my phone and fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Erm, it’s okay. Well it’s not because that was the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me. But I’m sure with therapy I’ll get over it. I think I’ve totally lost the mood though.”

And that night they sat eating chicken legs, Tony’s father confused as to why both boys were blushing and Tony’s brother was grinning at the both of them.


So there you go, I have sinned for you. Hope you enjoyed, love!

Dating Clay Jensen would include:

- Clay going to Jeff on advice on how to ask you out.

- Jeff teasing him about his crush on you.

- Jeff helping him plan your date.

- Clay being super nevous to ask you out

- “Uh H-hey y/N I-I was w-wondering if um m-maybe you wanted t-to go out..w-with me?”

- “Oh Clay I would love to.”

- Clay always asking you if you are okay with what he is doing.

- Always holding eachother’s hands.

- Helping him grief with the loss of Jeff.

- Helping him grief with the loss of Hannah.

- His parents loving you.

- Your parents loving him.

- Sweet nigt time walks.

- Cute and fluffy sleepovers.

- Clay always blushing when he wakes up next to you

anonymous asked:

Prompt 5, maybe ft Brad?

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Clay sat across from Tony in a booth at the back of Monet’s, taking small sips of his coffee. He listened to his boyfriend talk about his day, but he was kind of zoning out, instead focusing on the way Tony’s eyes seemed to light up as he started talking faster, obviously excited, various hand motions and gestures and all. Clay thought he could sit there forever, watching Tony talk about things he was passionate about. He’d never understand how he was lucky enough to end up with someone as amazing as Tony.
“Tony?” a voice called out from somewhere near the entrance of the coffee shop.
Clay broke his eyes away from Tony and followed his gaze. There stood, of all people, Brad.
Brad walked up to their table and smiled brightly at Tony, Clay’s mood instantly souring. Obviously he’d never been a fan of Tony’s ex.
“Brad.” Tony said back, smiling too.
“It’s good to see you. How’ve you been?”
They made small talk for a minute maybe, Clay noticing how Brad made small movements like standing closer and closer to Tony and putting his hand on his arm. Clay was practically fuming the whole time. Finally, Brad excused himself and went to the counter.
Tony noticed Clay sitting with his arms crossed. “Clay?” he asked.
“What?” Clay snapped, unintentionally sounding a bit harsh.
Tony frowned. “Babe, is there something wrong?” He reached out and took Clay’s hand.
“Oh no, not at all.” Clay said sarcastically, “watching your ex flirt with you makes me extremely happy.”
“Wait a minute.” Tony actually laughed. “Are you jealous?”
Clay blushed fiercely. “Of course not!” Then a few seconds later he said “Maybe a little.”
“Mi amor,” Tony said firmly, staring into Clay’s eyes so hard he didn’t know whether to be intimidated or happy; depending on what the gaze meant. He was sure it was supposed to be affectionate, but it still kind of unnerved Clay. “You have nothing to worry about. I’m dating you, not Brad.”
“Well, it sure didn’t seem that way a couple minutes ago!”
Tony sighed, pushing himself forward to peck Clay’s lips. “Brad means nothing to me, you know this. I broke up with him because it was you I had feelings for, not him.”
Clay kissed his boyfriend again, knowing he was right. He just couldn’t help but get a little jealous sometimes.

anonymous asked:


1. Clay loves Tony’s voice whenever they’re having sex. It’s deep, hoarse, and constantly saying the filthiest things imaginable. Clay never knew he had a voice kink before getting with Tony - but whenever he’s fucking him, Clay drags his face his his neck where he can hear everything from his groans to his breathing.

2. If one of them is away on vacation, they make sure to have time to call one another. One time where Clay was visiting relatives out of state, Tony called him and said, “I cannot wait for you to get back so that I can fuck you to the point where you’re screaming.” After that call ended, Clay had to relieve himself in the shower.

3. Clay finds it extremely attractive whenever Tony swears. Hearing the words fall so freely from his lips causes his heartbeat to accelerate and for his mind to remember all the other ‘times’ where Tony moaned those words hotly into his mouth during their make-out sessions.

4. Clay absolutely loves Tony’s hands. This is already a well known fact, but just the thought of them can turn Clay into a blushing mess. When Tony is impatient, he’ll pick Clay up and have him wrap his legs around his waist. Clay loves the feeling of those same hands running up and down his back and supporting his ass.

5. Sometimes when Clay is really getting into it, he’ll be the one to bring Tony’s hand to his mouth and suck on his fingers. Tony find the sight absolutely breathtaking - fingers in his mouth and saliva around his lips, considering how “innocent” Clay seems to everyone else.

6. Tony’s hands can be unforgivable, another trait that Clay loves about him. He’ll grab and smack his ass, pinch his nipples, and they feel heavenly when he’s getting a handjob. There have been times where red, handprint marks were left across his ass the following morning.